Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my imagination. It is not and should not be thought of as a record of actual events. Any similarity between my characters and real people is merely a coincidence. The story will include descriptions of sexual activity between teen boys. If material of this kind might offend you or if you are not of legal age, then stop reading. All others please enjoy! You are welcome to send comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com
Love Unlocked - 11
As the door opened, every kid in the classroom looked at Mike and no doubt wondered whose name he'd call. They had high hopes they'd be the one to get the last spot and be included in the summer conservation program. When Mike's gaze fell on him, Levi's heart skipped a beat.
"Glasman," Mike finally announced, and nodded toward the door.
There was a disappointed groan from the others as Levi stood up. He took a quick look around the room as he headed for the door. Sammy was smiling, but Cole was not. Levi saw Tony shaking his head as if he'd just missed an easy lay up.
"Sorry," he thought, edging past Mike. "You win some and you lose some." He shrugged, looking back at Tony one last time.
Mike motioned Levi toward a spot against the wall. Levi went to it, turned around, and stood with his feet slightly apart. He put his hands behind his back and stared over Mike's shoulder.
"Well, you made the crew," Mike said, stating the obvious.
Levi gave him a quick look and a bit of a smile.
"You only had one offence, you've cooperated with the staff, and I think there's a reasonable chance you might learn enough this summer to keep you out of here."
Levi looked at Mike again.
"Personally, I think it's probably more accurate to say this is the first time you've been caught. So, just so we're clear, don't think you're getting away with anything."
Levi shifted his weight.
Mike handed the boy a page of rules. "If you agree to these, sign your name at the bottom and put today's date. Break any of them, and you'll be shipped back here and spend the rest of your time in lock up."
"Lock up?"
"You just beat out fourteen other kids for this spot. I'm giving you a shot to turn things around. If you piss in my face, losing all privileges will be the least of your worries. It won't be pretty."
Levi looked down at the paper and read the list again. This time he paid attention to the details. He reached for the pen.
"I'm in," Levi sighed, handing the signed form back to Mike.
"I told you not to get your hopes up," Tony said softly as he and Cole walked toward the dorm. They had a few minutes of free time before lunch.
"They should have picked you instead of Miller." The tone of Cole's voice made it clear he was disappointed.
"He only had one prior and I had two."
Cole argued how that shouldn't have made much of a difference.
Tony could see sadness in Cole's eyes. "It's okay; things will work out."
Cole stopped. He looked at Tony, his emotions starting to show.
Tony looked up and down the hallway to make sure they were alone. He stepped closer and wrapped Cole in a tender hug.
"It isn't for forever. Besides, you knew we both wouldn't get out of here at the same time."
Cole idly rubbed Tony's back and Tony did the same to his. "I'm going to miss you so much," Cole whispered, his voice cracking.
"I know," Tony whispered back, "I'm going to miss you, too."
Tony softly rocked Cole back and forth as he comforted him.
Several kids came around the corner at the end of the hall busily talking. Tony shot them a hard stare and they stopped in their tracks.
"We'll talk more later," Tony said gently and eased Cole back.
Cole sniffed, his eyes moist.
Tony signaled the guys down the hall that it was okay to head to their rooms. Tony and Cole walked on in silence.
"The van still smells," Cole thought as he took a seat behind Sammy and Levi. The thing had smelled awful the first time he had ridden in it, and it hadn't gotten any better in the weeks since.
An hour later, the six boys were shown to two wood benches in the hallway and told to wait for the bailiff to call them into court. All had ankle chains and were handcuffed, their bright orange jumpsuits standing out against the muted beige and brown color scheme of the County Government building.
No one spoke. The guards had told the boys to "sit still and keep their mouths shut."
"The judge is ready now," the bailiff finally announced.
The boys walked in, single file.
Cole looked around the room and spotted his mom. He was glad to see her and raised his hands in an awkward wave, the handcuffs making the gesture difficult. Cole's mom smiled and waved back at him. Cole saw there were a handful of other people in the gallery, but he was surprised at how few.
Judge Jackson was already seated and the court stenographer was busily typing as Ms. Jackson dictated. The boys were directed to chairs behind two long tables. Each of their attorney's was present.
One by one the boys were asked to stand. The judge then listened as a prosecutor read their Juvie record to the court. Each were asked a few questions by the judge and then allowed to sit down. The judge explained the conditions attached to participation in the conservation program and the expectations for their behavior. Then each was asked if they understood it all.
"Yes, your honor," Cole had mumbled when it was his turn. He also had to agree to the plea arrangement.
"Very well," the judge said, closing Cole's file. "The court finds that Cole Hemerling, having pled no contest to the charge of grand theft auto is hereby sentenced to six months juvenile detention at the Pathways facility, followed by twenty four months of probation."
Cole flinched. "Six months?" the voice in his head screamed. He felt his anger rising. He turned to his lawyer. Just as he was about to tell him he was a fucked up incompetent asshole, the judge banged her gavel.
"...Credit for time served," she finished her sentence.
Cole did the math instantly. "Ninety one days," he thought and took a deep breath. His heart slowed and he relaxed. It was the deal that Mike had offered.
Cole's lawyer put a hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear. "Congratulations. You just got a `get out of jail' card."
Cole let a touch of a smile creep onto his face. He looked back at his mom and smiled. She seemed pleased. Cole thought she wouldn't have liked the `found guilty' part, but this gave him a chance to save face, and get out. He was sure that she would approve of that.
Despite the lack of room in the three-man tent, Cole hunkered down and pulled the edges of his light sleeping bag over his head. The sound of Sammy slurping as he sucked on Levi's dick was driving him nuts. "First damn night," Cole thought as he tried to drive the sound out of his head.
A lot happened in the days after Judge Jackson approved the start of the program and the teen's release. Each was given a quick physical by the doc and declared fit. As part of the routine, he took measurements of their height, weight, waist, length of an arm, even the size of their feet. It seemed a little weird, but Cole didn't mind. He was relieved the doc didn't put on a rubber glove and probe his butt hole. It was all good.
Three days after that, the boys were shown into a meeting room. A table in the center held six stacks of new clothes and a backpack. Each had a piece of paper on top with a kid's name.
"No jumpsuits?" Sammy asked with a puzzled look.
"When you walk out of here, you're taking your first step toward a new life," Mike said gently. "I want you to know that. Work hard. Show me I did the right thing in choosing you."
Cole looked through his pile. There were new jeans, T-Shirts, underwear, socks, a soft hoodie sweatshirt, hiking boots, and a cap. The stuff was top end, better than the discount store stuff he usually got. Cole sat on his bunk that night looking at each piece a second time. He was grateful Mike had offered him a second chance.
The tent was barely big enough for Cole, Sammy, and Levi. Add their backpacks and the few pieces of other gear that they had been given and it was tight quarters. When they spread out their sleeping bags, Levi smiled and got busy zipping his to Sammy's.
The action had started less than fifteen minutes after Mike had sent them to the tents. Sammy and Levi were soon in a sixty-nine, exchanging blow jobs.
"Yeah, tongue my hole." Levi whispered.
Cole closed his eyes. Even though his back was turned, he didn't want to think about what was going on next to him.
It had been about noon that same day that the crew had boarded the old school bus. It was painted dark green with the words "Pathways Conservation Corps," painted on the side. The rear seats were piled high with duffle bags, back packs, tents, and other supplies. Cole kept to himself, a feeling of deep sadness souring his mood.
"It's for the best," Tony tried to reassure him as they lay naked in Cole's bed on their last evening. The sex was subdued; both feeling the ache of the upcoming separation. It added a depth of feeling that neither had experienced before. When Tony came, he lovingly kissed the back of Cole's neck; the warmth of his cum making Cole smile.
Tony's cock was still deep inside Cole when Tony whispered, "You're amazing."
Cole wondered if that was as close to saying "I love you," as Tony could get. Moments after that, things changed.
"I'm really going to miss you," Tony whispered. They were the same words he had used in the hallway. But this time it was different. The tone was more final.
"What do you mean? A few months, you'll get out, and things will be great."
Tony was silent for longer than Cole liked. "We'll see," he eventually said, his voice uncertain; he wasn't making any promises. That's what bothered Cole. It bothered him a lot.
Things grew tense. Cole didn't want to spoil what time they had left with an argument, so he didn't pursue the subject.
Back in the tent Sammy grunted. "Finger me."
The licking and sucking sounds were coming more frequently. The mutual suck fest was apparently nearing the end.
Cole reached down and wrapped his hand around his own dick and gave it a few strokes. He really wasn't in the mood, but it had gotten hard without any help. Cole blamed it on the sounds and smells of sex just inches away.
Tony offered him his ass that final night, if that's what Cole wanted. But Cole knew Tony didn't enjoy getting it as much as he enjoyed giving. Cole settled on letting Tony suck him off. As Cole lay on his back, legs spread, Tony settled on his knees between his feet. He gave Cole a playful smile and then bent forward. Tony's tongue swirling over the head of his dick had been incredible.
Cole especially enjoyed running his hands through Tony's hair as he took him deep into his throat. Once he had pulled Tony's head down too far and Tony had made a gagging sound. Cole let up and said he was sorry.
The rush that came from unloading in Tony's mouth was fucking fantastic. His balls really gave it up. Tony took every drop, eagerly swallowing.
It was that memory that Cole tried to hold on to, that wonderful moment.
Sammy grunted, his breathing a series of shallow gasps. Cole had never before heard Sammy cum, but he guessed that was what he was hearing now. The groans coming from Levi were muffled. He definitely still had Sammy's cock in his mouth and Cole wondered if he was about to shoot, too.
Cole only wanted to think of Tony. As he fisted himself he felt the familiar tingle approaching. He tried to imagine Tony's face. Tony would be on his knees in front of him, smiling, waiting for his gift.
That was what put him over the top. Cole took in a deep breath and his hand became a blur. He stiffened, and three long squirts flew out the end of his dick. The spasms that pumped the stuff out were the strongest Cole had had for a long time. It felt as if it was being sucked out of him. It was strange because his mind and his body weren't in sync. His body was reacting to the stimulation, but Cole's mind was someplace else.
"Fuck!" Cole gasped, not intending the word to be heard.
The rasping sound of taking air into his lungs filled the tent and left no doubt that he was cumming. His hand slowed and the last of his cream oozed out.
Sammy and Levi seemed to have finished at nearly the same time as Cole. All their gasps grew quieter, and the tent fell silent.
Cole felt the sperm on his hand and in his pants becoming a cold, sloppy mess. None of the boys had discussed how they were going to handle things like this during the summer. Cole decided that trying to hide what had just happened didn't make any sense.
"Anybody have a cum rag?" he finally asked.
Sammy giggled. "I guess we know what you were just doing."
Cole rolled his eyes. "And I don't need to ask what that `finger me,' comment from you a couple of minutes ago was all about."
Sammy chuckled. "Yeah, don't ask," he giggled, "you don't want to know."
A washcloth landed on Cole's face. "Here, you can use mine," Levi laughed.
Cole pulled it off his face and stuck it into his underwear. "Thanks," he grunted. He wiped himself dry and tossed the rag back toward Levi. "Better rinse it out before taking a shower," he said dryly.
It was quiet for a moment and Cole hoped his tent mates were finished and they could get some sleep.
"Cole?" Sammy asked.
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry, you know, that Tony couldn't be here with you."
Cole, who had managed to keep the tears back all day, finally lost it. Sniffing, he said, "Yeah."
"It'll all work out," Levi said.
Cole wiped his eyes. "Yeah," he repeated, but didn't have much hope that would happen.
Sammy partially unzipped his sleeping bag and then Cole's. "Come here."
Cole hesitated, but then accepted the hug. He was thankful that Sammy cared.
Sammy yawned.
"Can we go to sleep now?" Levi asked.
Cole let go of Sammy, rolled onto his back, and zipped up his sleeping bag. "Yeah, I think we're gonna need it," he said softly.
The boys knew the hard work would begin in the morning with a pile of rocks already waiting to be made into a retaining wall by the edge of a washed-out corner of the fire road.
"G'night," Levi mumbled.
Sammy made a soft sound as if he were a kitten settling into a box of clothes on a sun porch. He seemed content.
Cole closed his eyes and once again thought of Tony. "God, I miss him." Tears came to his eyes again as he wondered what Tony was doing this very minute. Was Tony missing him as much as he was missing Tony?
The sound of a saucepan being clanged against a fry pan served as a wake up call. Cole stirred and tried to crawl deeper into his sleeping bag, but Sammy was already moving around and tripped over him. Sammy came crashing down, his knee landing dangerously close to Cole's nuts.
"Get the fuck off!" Cole said with a shove as Sammy tried to get up.
"Okay, okay!" Sammy complained, finally managing to get back on his feet. "What the fuck? Are you going to be like this all summer?"
Cole didn't answer; instead he closed his eyes in the hope of getting five more minutes of sleep. The sound of a loud fart made him open his eyes again. "Who the fuck did that?"
Sammy snickered. Cole was about to tell him off when Levi bashfully owned up.
"Open the flaps and get some fucking air in here," Cole complained. He rolled onto his back and stared at the top of the tent, all hope of further sleep abandoned.
"Your wish is my command, oh great one!" Levi said, with all the attitude he could muster.
"Fuck you," Cole sighed.
Sammy and Levi crawled out of the tent in just their boxers. They reached back inside to get their pants and shirts. They actually dressed outside. Cole, still on his back, pulled on his jeans by bending in the middle and lifting his legs in a crunch. When he got them to his ass he made a little bridge with his head and wiggled them over his butt. He zipped, fastened, and then looked for a shirt.
Sammy was waiting for him outside the tent.
"Sorry about earlier," Sammy offered.
"Yeah."
"I know it's not easy 'cause you're missing Tony."
Cole nodded, grateful that at least somebody understood.
Breakfast was granola bars, orange juice, and scrambled eggs. The old iron fry pan seemed to do a good job with the eggs. The plastic plates were all different colors, and Cole wondered if Mike had gotten them at Wally World. All in all, it wasn't too bad a start to the day.
Two kids were assigned to clean up. They found a couple of four gallon collapsible plastic water jugs sitting by the side of the bus. They were filled to the top and were bulging like some old guy's beer belly.
"Go easy on the water," Mike warned. "That's all we have until tomorrow."
Arrangements had been made to re-supply the work crew each morning. Cole guessed it was also a way for the guards to check in with the crew. He was surprised that Mike was in camp. He supposed they had gotten another counselor to cover back at Pathways. One of the younger guards had come along on the trip and was helping Mike keep things organized. The fact he was a guard was a subtle reminder this wasn't a scout trip.
"Bet we'll be staying near roads or trails able to take an ATV," Cole thought. "They really have this thing planned out."
As everyone was getting ready to start work, Miller, the kid that Cole still blamed for stealing Tony's place, stepped close to Mike and whispered. Mike walked over to the bus, ducked his head into the storage compartment, and pulled out a roll of toilet paper and a small shovel. Miller gave him a look that basically said, "You've got to be fucking kidding!"
The rest of the kids laughed when Mike handed the stuff over and said, "When you're done, bury it."
Miller turned four shades of red.
"Wait till it's your turn," Mike warned, giving each a smile. That was all it took to settle everyone down.
Cole thought the rocks seemed to grow heavier as the morning wore on. Mike explained that the wall they were building would help stop erosion of the soil and keep the dirt road from becoming a mess. Most of the rocks were about the size of bowling balls, but some were larger. The larger ones took two or even three kids to move them.
"Hey, Mike, how come they didn't bring in a backhoe or something?" Levi groaned as he lifted another stone from the pile and duck walked it toward where the wall was taking shape.
"Yeah, this sucks," Miller complained.
"Costs money to rent heavy equipment," Mike grunted as he helped position the thing. "Just think of this as a gym where you can work on your tan."
Levi shot him a `fuck you' look, but kept his mouth shut.
The guys had a ten minute break every hour and were given plenty of Gatorade to drink. Cole's back was aching, and his arms were killing him.
"How come we have to do all the work? When are the County kids gonna show up?" Miller's complaints seemed constant; he was becoming a down right pain.
"They'll get here when they get here," Mike answered, he sounded like he was getting tired of Miller as well, and it was only the first day.
"Gotta pee," Cole announced, putting an end to the conversation. He took a look toward Mike.
The counselor nodded to some ferns a few feet away.
Cole stepped over and unzipped. Pulling his dick out he playfully watered the garden.
"Too bad Tony's not here to give it a lick," one of the kid's teased as Cole finished.
Everybody laughed.
Cole felt a flash of anger. He wanted to pound the crap out of him.
"Piss in my face and you'll be in lock-up," Mike had said. It took all Cole had to remain calm. He shook his cock to get the last few drops off and tucked it back in.
Giving the smart ass a fiery look, Cole said, "Up yours."
Mike coughed, getting both boy's attention, but didn't say anything.
Cole guessed the wall was about a third of the way to being finished when they broke for lunch. The guys walked back to the camp and collapsed on the ground as Mike pulled stuff out of the bus. A small fire was started in a pit surrounded by stones. Hotdogs, chips, and soda were handed out. Some of the guys had never cooked their lunch over an open fire before and had to be shown how. Dessert was roasted marshmallows, chocolate bars, and graham crackers.
When he had eaten his fill, Cole lay back and relaxed. "It might not be so bad after all," he thought grudgingly.
The sound of a bird chirping seemed directed at cheering him up. It wasn't working.
A few minutes later, the quiet was disturbed by the sound of a van coming toward them. A cloud of dust rolled over the camp as it came to a stop. The words "County Prison" were stenciled in bold letters on both sides of the bus.
"Wonder what they'll be like," Cole said to Sammy as they waited for the side door to slide open.
"Bangers and dopers," Sammy replied. "Or worse!"
Cole thought Sammy was just kidding, but then again, he wasn't too sure he might be right.
Two guys stepped out of the bus quickly followed by three more.
"Where's the other one?" Sammy asked.
A moment later a slightly built Hispanic boy made his way from the back corner. As he stepped into the sunlight the kid squinted, and put a hand up to shade his eyes.
"Pablo!" Cole whispered, stunned.
"The guy you got busted with?" Sammy sounded just as surprised.
Cole could only nod his head.
Thanks for reading and a special thanks to Andrew for an assist with the plot and editing. Comments? Send to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com thanks, Jon