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The Last Free Kids: The Abduction
As soon as Alister and Kyle run out the door, Keith runs to the sofa in the living room. Scoot runs after the boy, who begins to weep. Taking him into his arms, Scott kisses his wet cheek.
"Keith, baby. What's wrong?" Scott asks.
"He takes the time to rescue me, but he won't even spend a minute alone with me." Keith bawls.
"Kyle has a lot to take care of around here. Joey, is sick, and he and his brother are like family to Kyle. Everyone whom he rescues is."
"Yeah, but. . ."
"No, buts' Keith. Kyle will make time for you. He makes time for everyone. Now, I have to take Joey's temperature. And, as it seems, you two haven't been properly introduced. So come up with me. Then, we can go to sleep."
"But where am, I supposed to sleep?"
"In my bed of course. Let's go."
The odd pair go up the stair, making a small stop in the bath for the thermometer. They creep slowly into the boys' bedroom. Joey lay in an outstretched position, with Jesse holding him around his small waist. A light sweat lay upon Joey's brow.
"Thanks for taking care of my baby, Jess. How's he been doing?" Scott asks.
"Well, he's been asleep mostly. But he has drunk a lot of water, and he's eaten a bit." Jesse says.
"Good, can I take him from you for a bit?"
"Of course," Jesse says in a light giggle, "just don't do anything drastic, he's not ready."
"I know sweetie." Scott slips onto the bed, lifting Joey's limp figure off the mattress, and onto the couch. "Hey cutie, I need to take your temp. now."
"You're not gonna stick it in my butt again are you? Cos that kinda hurt." Joey asks.
"NO that was only because you wouldn't open your mouth. So open up."
"Okay." Joey makes a little slit in his lips, and Scott pushes in the thermometer. A few seconds later. Scott takes it out.
"Hmm, 99.8 degrees. Well, still got the tail end of a fever. Take that Tylenol by your bed, and get some sleep. By the way, that's Keith. I don't think you actually met him."
"Haha, yeah. Sorry Keith, I didn't mean to throw up on you."
"It's cool. I know how the flu can be. But who's this hottie on the bed?" Keith asks, sliding in under the sheet. Keith works his arm around Jesse's waist.
"That's. . ."
"Get OFF!" Jesse yells, cutting off Joey.
". . .my brother Jesse." Joey finishes his sentence as Jesse storms off to the lav.
"What's with him?"
"Well, the guy at the lab, like the one you were at, used to like to, you know, touch Jesse down there. And he's like really sensitive about people touching him. God knows how Kyle managed to get him to sleep in the same sleeping bag as him."Joey explains.
"JOEY! Why did you have to open your mouth and tell him?" Jesse yells, throwing open the bathroom door. He takes off to go to Kyle's room.
"I'm sor. . ."
"Save it Joey!" Jesse yells back.
"What do you mean, `the same sleeping bag'?" Keith continues.
"You see, the night we rescued these two, it was cold and raining. Joey slept with me, for warmth, and Jesse slept with Kyle. And Joey and Kyle are the only two who he let's touch him." Scott recalls.
"Wow. I'm sorry Joey." Keith says.
"Hey, you didn't know." Joey says.
"Keith, let's leave Joey Babe to get some sleep."
"All right. G'night Joey."
Good nights are said, and the two boys head off to Scott's room. The two dress down to their underwear, Scott notices that Keith wears briefs. . .
"So, did Kyle give you those, or did you choose them yourself?" Scott asks.
"The briefs, Kyle gave `em to me. Why?"Keith asks rather hesitantly.
"You see, Jesse and Joey wear briefs, `cos they choose to. Now, if Kyle puts you in a pair, he just loves your butt."
"Yeah right. Let's go to sleep."
"But Keith, we. . .never mind."
Scott pulls Keith into his arms, kissing the nape of his neck. He rubs the boy's flat stomach, stopping at his navel, gently circling it. He then moves to the waist band of his small briefs, moving a bit further feeling Keith's hardness at it's full four inches, through the thin cotton fibre. Scott moves to the inner of Keith's leg, rubbing the area between his legs ever so gently. He teases by sticking only a finger up the leg opening to rub at Keith's small, firm, boy testicles.
Placing his own hard on onto Keith's covered rear, Scott softly rubs himself into Keith. Scott's five inch, cut penis restrained only by his red and black plaid boxer-shorts, he releases the boy's from its white confine. Holding and stroking, he plays with Keith. Little Scott pokes his head out, finally touching Keith's smooth and warm skin.
"Mmm, oh God Keith." Scott moans lightly, as he pushes himself between Keith's cheeks. Lightly humping and, slightly pushing against Keith's hole, he continues to jack Keith off. Keith's penis begins pulsing.
"Scott. . .I. . .I think I'm gonna pee."Keith confirms what Scott assumed to be his rise to ecstasy. The young boy's hips jerk forward, and his soft cheeks' clench upon Scott's shaft. With Keith quivering, still in his moment, Scott releases his hot teen, load on the small of Keith's back. The two, tired from their quick, yet sweet endeavour, fall to sleep.
Time: 0:35:56
A dark blue van pulls up the drive, the license plates missing. Four boys jump from the sliding doors, all wearing black jumpsuits. They enter through the garage, coming up through the living room. Two of the boys take the second floor while the others stand watch.
"Are you sure this is Jesse?" The boy with golden eyes asks.
"Yes, bloody hell. I told you a thousand times, he's the one without the scar. . ."The second boy trails off.
"Let's just grab `im and go."
The taller boy picks up the mistaken Jesse, and they exit the room. Down of stairs the two other guys join them. Not making a sound, the team gets back into the van. They pull out swiftly, leaving a set of skid marks behind.