Mt Pleasant High

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MT. PLEASANT HIGH - SERIES

Last chapter:

Well, at least he found Josh. Josh seemed nice, he could be the friend Shawn now was in need of. But it was hard to begin a friendship just like that, not telling the truth right upfront. But he knew it just had to be that way.

Shawn wanted to check Josh's profile, but he'd deleted all his accounts. Had to create new ones. Without a picture... Thinking again, his father was right, he had to get this hair cut. He loved the hair and his old style, but it all had to go before school started, for his own good.

PART 3 - A MESSAGE, A VIDEO, AND SOME HORNY BOYS

Morning came to Mount Pleasant and in one teenager boy's bedroom it brought all new situations, since he woke up in his friends arms, with his head resting on Matt's shoulder. A broad shoulder, if that counts for something. The texture of his skin, his smell...

Josh acknowledged what was going on, whatever it was, and smiled at his luck. That was good, no doubt.

He knew better than wake Matt up. Not all people were like him, who got up as soon as the first sunbeams hit the skyline... He just slid out of the lover's arms. Oh wait. Should he say lover? Isn't it better just stick with friend for a while? Oh whatever. he slid out of Matt's arms and silently walked out of the bedroom. The house was very much dead to the world, Jordan and his parents were asleep yet. He got down to the kitchen and made some coffee. The smell of it... Oh well it is something good to wake up to.

Holding a cup of coffee and a croisant Josh walked out the door and sat on the front steps, feeling the cool morning breeze, not a single worry in his mind. It lasted until Shawn dropped by in his running outfit.

"Morning, neighbor..."

"Man, you're up early..."

"Yeah, couldn't sleep."

"What gives?"

"Nothing... Long time I don't sleep too well..."

"You should see a doctor..."

"Yeah, maybe..."

Shawn wanted to avoid Josh asking him why he was not sleeping well.

"Say, have you had luck digging thru that, uh, subject?"

"Oh crap. Man... I forgot that. I mean, I didn't forget, just never got around to it..."

"Really? Why?"

"Oh, the thing is... I went to the mall, the cinema... You know, Matt invited me... And..."

"Oh, ok... (Shawn smiled at that) How was it?"

"Cool..."

"What did you watch..."

"You know, I don't remember... Want some coffee?"

"Really? You went to the movies last night and you don't remember?"

"I... Yeah... I wasn't that into the movie..."

"Uhuh..." Shawn felt something in the air.

Back in the kitchen, over coffee, Shawn continued.

"So, I found something very interesting."

"Last night?"

"Nope. Last night I could find nothing. I got it this morning in the online edition of the Georgetown County Gazette, It's not bad, but it's not really good either... Wanna go check?"

"Yes... But... I think later will be best..."

"Why?"

"Oh... Matt, he's sleeping in my bed now... Room... He's sleeping in my bedroom. Bed, room..."

"I get it..." Shawn was thinking: 'I didn't see the movie' plus 'friend in my bed'... Means a lot.

"So... What I mean is... I don't wanna wake up the poor guy..."

"Ok, Josh... I get it... Wanna check here, on the phone?"

The Georgetown County Gazette website's story had those important facts:

"Car chase in the rural neighborhood of St Claire ends with two dead."

"The Georgetown County Police prove once again its lack of training that the GAZETTE always reports. Once again, a car chase that should lead to law enforcement with suspects being taken into custody for further investigation and having their rights respected, ended in a totally inappropriate shooting in the middle of a road, which might have become disatrous if there were people passing by.

The officers involved never called back up. They just chose to solve the situation by themselves. The police has to outnumber the suspects, to protect the people, themselves, and the suspects. It's a fact that the car was stolen property. The Black Ford Taurus had been reported stolen a week before. But now, that the officers took extreme measures, how can society know what other crimes may have been commited by the same suspects? How can those alleged crimes be solved? Suspects names haven't been revealed at the present moment.

The Georgetown Gazette is always watching and as soon as we have new facts, we will bring them to broad light. Because it's your right to know."

"So, what do you think, Josh?"

"I don't know... It feels like, the police are the bad guys, did you get this vibe?"

"By the text, yes. I searched for other headlines and stories from the same paper, they have their opinion strongly marked."

"And they say nothing about the money..."

"That got me thinking. I checked google maps and the place where we found the money is really St. Claire. So I'm not with the wrong 'police chase case', but they mention nothing in the story."

"And we know, better, we assume the police were in fact searching for that briefcase..."

"Yes, I think we can say that for sure. Remember? They wanted you to open the trunk and all..."

"Yes, yes... and they said that 'it wouldn't fit in the glove compartment'..."

"And as I read that, I got thinking the paper's right. Don't you think it's odd that they didn't have back up?"

"I know not much about police work routine... But yeah, when there's a chase, you usually see more than one police car..."

"I don't know Josh, I think it all sounds fishy..."

"We gotta keep looking, Shawn..."

"Anyway, gotta run... Catch ya later..."

Does he have to be so hot? Maybe Shawn wasn't even aware of his looks. I doubt that.

There were sounds in the house by then and Josh got in, engaging in small talk with his father before going back to his room taking some orange juice and a croisant. A nice treat to Matt.

The whole thing about the money wouldn't get off of his mind. He accessed Georgetown Gazette website and there was it, the story Shawn had shown him. He read it again and again, trying to read in between words so he might have missed something before but, no. Same thing for the third time he read. At the end of the text, the name of the journalist and his e-mail. Deep thought. Should I send him an e-mail, or just shut to myself and wait things develop?

Josh logged himself in the fake e-mail account he'd been using to trade pictures with the boys he talked online a while ago and just typed a simple message to Richard Desbordes.

"About the St. Claire's police shooting. Do you think there are more facts to it than just a case of stolen car? Have you heard anything about another robbery of a considerable amount of cash and some jewelry?"

That was just it. He didn't sign. Precise, concise. Not laying too many unnecessary words. Just a fair question to a journalist.

Matt showed signs of life as Josh was logging out of his fake e-mail account.

"Good morning, sexy boy..."

"Got you breakfast. Over there..."

"Oh, really? Seems delicious."

Josh sat up on the bed while Matt dug in and began fondling his leg until he was done.

"That was some night, Matt..."

"It really was... I longed for that with you..."

"I did too... Thanks to you, I'm not a virgin anymore..."

They both chuckled at this.

"So Matt, why don't you tell me about that other guy you messed around with?"

"Ok... But before come here, coz I miss your kiss already..."

About 20 miles to the north, in St. Claire, a 14 year-old boy wakes up startled by the sound of gunfire still in the back of his mind.

That really happened. It was real. Very much real. He couldn't believe that.

Darryl wanted to be a movie director and he was always around with his camera in the neighborhood taking shots of whatever he thought might be interesting. Yesterday he was in the woods by the road nearby his house filming up close the routine of an anthill when he heard a disturbing noise, a skidding car, then another, breaking on the dirt. He was behind the bushes and ducked, turned the camera to the road and he managed to get the whole action in video. Shit! He wasn't crazy and that really happened.

The police car blocked the road and the black car had to stop. The two policemen were out of their car with the guns pointed to the other car while ordered the two individuals to get out, "hands up your head!" There was some discussion:

"Where's the money? Where's the money?"

"We dumped it back there, sir!"

"Don't walk any closer... Shut up and just tell me where the hell did you dump it!" The white cop shouted.

"We not up for trouble, sir... I thought you saw where we dumped it."

"Shut up! Tell me where it is now!

The black cop was quiet while the white did the talking. One of the other guys tried to make a conversation and took two steps closer. That's when it happened. Two gun shots. The camera shook and lost the focus. Darryl pulled himself together and saw the other guy falling to his knees, wetting his pants, and his face showed horror.

"What the fuck did you do, Lopez?" The black officer shouted.

"Shit man, he walked toward me..."

The Lopez officer walked to the wet-pants-in-shock guy and put the gun to his forehead.

"Where the fuck did you dump the money?"

"Mmm... uh... th-the... s-s-sug-sug-c..."

"Talk to me you son-of-a-bitch!"

"Th... su... sugar..."

"See what you done, Lopez? Are you fucking crazy?"

"Shut up, Miles... He'll talk. He'll talk or die!"

"We... dump... su-cane..."

The Miles officer just went to the guy and shot him three time in his chest. Then looked at the other officer and just told him:

"You fucked up. Fucked up so bad."

Then the white Lopez guy searched the first dead man and found a gun. Miles took a cloth and took it away from him, pointed it to the police car and shot twice. Then he placed the gun in the hand of the deceased and pushed his finger in the trigger, shooting once again.

"What you're doing Miles?"

"Saving our asses, you asshole."

The image became shaky again, Darryl wasn't able to hold the camera steady anymore. But it was audible:

"Now, follow the procedure, call M.E."

"M.E.?" Lopez wanted to know.

"Yes... And we better get our story together... We spotted the stolen car, chased the suspects, they shot us, we shot back. Right?"

Darryl couldn't believe what he got. He saved the video on his hard drive so he wouldn't delete it from the camera by mistake.

Richard Desbordes got to the Gazette building in Georgetown but didn't even have time to get settled, check his e-mails and stuff he usually did first thing in the morning. His editor was already after him to push him to get the St. Claire story done.

"Richard! You know better than post a story with blanks to be filled. Go talk to your sources, and come back here when you have a publishable thing..."

He had posted it on the website to be the first to blow the whistle, he was already going to get the full thing. The editor didn't have to push him around. While he headed for his car, he was talking to the coroner, and writing down the names of the suspects the police killed. Ian Monteiro and Vlad Monteiro. Shit. The Monteiros. No wonder the police was withholding the info. The Capo Monteiro was under custody, the police knew better than mess with the Monteiros.

Now that Richard knew who was killed he was assured it wasn't a simple stolen car chase. There was more to it, he could smell the front page story. He drove south to St. Claire, hoping to get someone talking.

Darryl was finishing his breakfast when his mother asked him to run down to the store and get her some baking soda, she wanted to bake a cake.

"Ok, mom, lemme just get my camera..."

"Why do you need the camera, Darryl?"

"Mom, I wanna be a movie director, you know that, I need the camera, what if I have an idea?"

"Whatever, just go..."

The kid was in the checkout when he heard some man asking about the shooting the day before. No one knew nothing about it, only the same details he had. Apparently there the thieves shot the police who charged back at them. They died. World is a better place now.

Darryl went out and waited by the door until the guy got out.

"Hey mister..."

"Who, me?"

"Yes, I heard you asking about the police thing yesterday..."

"Yes, you know anything bout it?"

"Actually I do, I have something you might be interested in..."

"What is it?"

"Here, take a look for yourself."

Darryl just handed him the camera.

The face of the reporter changed when he started watching the video.

"Ok, this is some serious thing. Come here to my car. I'm gonna hook it to the laptop so I can get a better view."

He took notes while watching the video and when the screen went black he asked:

"Who else did you show it to?"

"I didn't show nobody."

"Good. This thing here is dangerous to you and your family... I mean, you see the police here are not exactly the good guys, right?"

"I kinda picked on that."

"Ok. Can I have this video?"

"I guess..."

Richard knew he should talk to the parents before anything but he never let ethics get in his way of getting a story, and this video was a big stuff.

"Look kid, I think you better delete this video... I'm gonna save it here, and you better get rid of it. If it gets in the wrong hands, you and your family may be in serious problems... Listen... I'm gonna give you a hundred bucks for it, ok?"

"Really? Ok, I guess..."

"But you better be sure to not talk to the police about what you saw. Do you understand me?"

"I do."

"Ok, we're good?"

"Sure..."

"One more thing. I'm gonna give you my card. If you see or hear anything suspicious, or if you think you might be in danger, just call me, ok?"

"Ok... Mr... Desbordes?"

"Everybody gets it wrong... You say deh-bor-dah, it's french, you just forget the esses."

Darryl went back to his house and Richard got off to the office. He had some digging to do.

"Ok, Matt, now would you tell me about that other guy you've been with?"

"Seriously?"

"I don't know why you're so coy about it..."

"Because... Oh, right... It's Chad."

"Chad? Chad who?"

"Chad Campbell."

"Holy crap! Chad Campbell? That Chad Campbell? The highschool king? Seriously? How did you get that?"

"Remember you talked me into getting that job in the pizza parlor?"

"Yes..."

"So..."

Matt was working one night in the Maggiore Pizza and Chad was there. He was there alone for about one hour or so, drinking juices, checking the clock every now and then. He seemed a little pissed. Or sad. Matt couldn't tell. Matt got him yet another juice and asked if he was waiting someone.

"I think I was. Apparently I've been stood up."

"Well, that sucks."

The place was about to close and Matt spent more time talking to the jock, at his request. The always confident guy seemed now fragile. Chad asked what Matt was doing after they closed, he was doing nothing, just head back home.

"Won't you join me for some beers?"

How do you say no to Chad Campbell?

Matt had his eyes on the jock for quite some time in school. Of course, the guy, popular as a rock star, hardly ever talked to guys who didn't belong to his little kingdom, and there were few people that reached the Olympus of highschool life to be accepted in Chad's little gang. Being invited by him to some beers was really something. The past year, Matt also became aware that he didn't only admired the guy and wanted to be popular as him. He found himself thinking about Chad in other terms, got hard by the mere thinking of him, and he became a recurrent figure in his jerk off fantasies. That's saying a lot more of what meant to Matt that simple random invitation.

They left the Maggiore in Chad's black Mustang with the top down and parked nearby a convenience store where Chad used his fake ID to buy a six pack.

Matt was in heaven being there, in that hot guy's car and by the time got to the store to buy the second six pack he was already a little high. Chad's reactions also were a getting a little slow. That's when Chad started talking about the girl who stood him up, that he wanted to fuck her... But she was a bitch for doing that to him...

"I just wanted to fuck so bad today..."

Matt at the time was a virgin, but he didn't intend to hold on to it much longer, and he was getting hard, by the beer, by being with Chad, by his talking about the girl... He also noticed Chad was growing something in his pants, as he had to adjust his pack quite a few times, what Matt looked at openly...

"You know, dude, I'd love to get at least a blow job tonight... Even if it was a dude who did that to me..."

Oh shit, oh shit... Really? Was that an invitation to make the next move? Matt took his chances and placed his hand in Chad's thigh.

"C'mon man, are you that horny?"

"You know man, a blow job is a blow job... And plus... Some guys give the head better than girls.."

With that, Chad adjusted his pack once again, while Matt's hand remained on his thigh. It was going to happen, Matt thought, and with reason, because next thing he knew, Chad put his hand over Matt's and just drove it up to feel his boy package. Matt didn't play shy and just grabbed it willingly, and their lips met with a kiss. Their tongues just naturally touched and Chad unbuttoned his pants grantin Matt partial access to that bulge. Matt wanted full view of the shaft and unzipped him, letting Chad pull it down to his knees...

Matt was new to giving a blowjob but that was no rocket science, he'd seen it a lot on the internet and well, just get down on in and knock yourself out!

The taste and the sensation of having a cock inside his mouth was totally new but it was nothing bad. Actually it felt perfect, adding to it the fact that was Chad Campbell's cock. Matt was starting his game already in the major league, sucking the highschool perfect kid, who had all the girls he wanted at his feet. Chad was handsome, no doubt, worked out body, nice face, nice teeth... A little obnoxious on a daily basis, but hell, he had the right to. The only one thing that wasn't magnificent in him as the size of his junk. Matt was way better gifted than him in that department. Who cares? I'm sucking THE guy.

Sucking THE guy didn't last that long and while Chad was building up his cum, he was dirty talking Matt, things like "I thought you liked sucking cock," "oh, suck that cock, you pussyboy" "oh, yeah, just lick my balls..." and went on and on. Matt kind of liked that dirty talk and just buried his face in his bushes of pubic hair... When Chad was about to blow his load, he just forced Matt's head down and facefucked him until he came. Wow! The first load you get in your mouth is a mixture of surprise and joy, the decision of letting it down your throat or just spit it out. Matt took what he thought was best, and what he would expect if a guy sucked him off... He just savoured the juice, the hot boy seed he was getting... He just sucked Chad dry, then got back to the passenger seat, happy as a clam for his adventurous move.

"Oh, man, you really can suck."

Chad was all too happy as he popped open the next can. Matt also helped himself with the last, part to quench his thirst and part to wash down the cum. To his surprise, the mix of beer and cum felt nice to him...

Josh listened to the whole thing, and was fully erect building up the scenario in his mind.

"So when you sucked me in the car, the other day, you already had previous experiences in doing it in the car..."

Matt just laughed at his remark, and kissed him, grabbing his hard cock...

"And that was it? You sucked him in the car..."

"No, there's more..."

After that, Chad went for another six pack. It was their third. Matt thought he couldn't put up, but Chad was going for it, he thought he was better go along. Chad was surprised to know that it was the first time Matt was doing that.

"Really? I don't know if I ever got a boy's virginity..."

"Do you mess around with guys a lot?"

"Just a few... But it's fucking good... I love to fuck a faggot ass hole... You ever been fucked?"

Matt blushed but said no...

"Really? You gonna let me fuck yours?"

"But where?"

"Here... It's ok here..."

The beer was getting his best judgement and he just nodded yes... While they drank a little more, Matt was just rubbing Chad's cock secured in his pants, what soon enough went down again, so he could take it good. Chad undone Matt's pants too and played with his toy a little...

"Dude, you're big... Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck a virgin, and with a big cock..."

Matt thought he was gonna get some nice treat but Chad was pure top material, nothing but jerking off a little another guy's cock. They lowered their seats, and Matt was told to turn to the side a little, exposing his boy butt to the highschool king. Chad got closer, rubbing the virgin boy butt. He didn't play much, just spat on his fingers a little to lube his way, inserting one, than another. Matt felt like he could cum with the fingers up his ass at any instant. That would be a buzz kill. Chad also lubed his cock and pushed it toward Matt's 'boypussy' as he referred to.

There was pain, don't you doubt it, but it was bearable, as Chad just slammed his cock inside Matt, thankfully the thing wasn't big nor too thick, and in no time, Matt was moaning with pleasure for having his ass fucked for the first time. It took longer to Chad finish his duty, as he had shot a load not long before, and the dirty talking was there all over again.

"Oh, man, your ass is so tight! I'm gonna cum... Take my jizz... Oh... Here it comes!"

Matt took it like a big boy, just had his ass cummed and he jerked himself off and shot his load on his hand, not to make a mess in his boy fucker car.

"Just lick it off your hand... I love to see a fag eating cum..."

Matt wasn't actually ready to hear himself be called fag, but he did what the jock asked, and just licked it off. He was no stranger to doing that, but all the other times he did it, he was alone in his privacy.

"After that we kissed... And he drove me back home..."

"That's crazy..."

"I know... I thing I only went trought it because I was drunk. Otherwise I would just keep it to myself don't know until when..."

"Yes! Do you realize how crazy is the fact that we're here, half naked, talking about this shit?"

"I know, right? I mean, what were we afraid of? I felt it, you felt it, we were stupid not to reveal our true selves to each other... It's no crime being gay, right?"

"In our defense, some gays are treated different... I don't know if I'm ready to out myself to everybody, Matt. Are you?"

"I don't know... I think there's nothing wrong in keeping it to ourselves... It's a private matter, right?

"Uhuh... Well you told me how Chad fucked you first... But there was a second?"

"Oh, the second time he went to my house and we just did it. Much better than in the car... But you know, it's no different that what we've done. Only thing is your cock being much bigger... When I fuck with Chad again maybe I won't feel the same way..."

"Oh, I've ruined you for all the other boys..."

"Well, you're my mister hotcock..." And they both laughed.

"So what are you guys now? I mean, you and Chad?"

"I don't know... I hope we can become friends, you know... Join his pop guys gang..."

"Just don't forget about me, ok?"

"I could never forget about you. You're my best friend. And the best cock I've had."

"Well, I'm only the second..."

"You know, Chad told me I look like a normal guy, not like the faggots he'd fucked."

"Well... What about me?"

"I don't know... You're very cute, but I still think of you like a normal guy... And let's stop talking, coz I wanna take care of the hardon of yours..."

They just went down to a hot 69...

As they recomposed enought to get out of the bedroom and out of the house, Josh spotted Shawn on the driveway of his house.

"Let's go over there, Matt, I wanna introduce you to him."

"He looks hot."

"He sure does."

"You know if he likes... you know..."

"Oh, I don't know about that... He heard you calling me 'Mr. Hotcock' the other day... And he asked me if you were gay..."

"What did you say?"

"I said I didn't know..."

"Oh, good."

When Shawn overheard his name, he just quickly closed the box he was dealing with and turned back to the familiar voice...

"Oh, hey Josh..."

"Wassup Shawn"

"Unpackin, you know, it never ends..."

"This is my friend Matt..."

"Oh, the mister hotcock..."

Matt blushed...

"Nice to meet you, Matt..."

"You too..."

"So... You asked if I was hot... Am I?"

"Oh, come on, Shawn, don't get him embarrassed..."

"Don't worry, Josh... I'm not... You're quite a good looking guy, Shawn..."

The three talked meaningless stuff for a while but Matt had to go back home. Josh offered to drive him but he told he was ok with the walk. Josh first instinct was to kiss him goodbye, but they ended only hugging.

After Matt left, Josh and Shawn kept talking...

"I read online that the pet shelter needs volunteers, I thought I could go there and offer my help."

"Oh, it's nice of you, Shawn..."

"And I was hoping you could get me directions to get there... I still don't know my way around the city."

"I'll do you one better, I'll just drive you there..."

"Oh, I don't wanna be a..."

"Don't talk any further... I want to drive you there..."

"Oh man, you're such a nice guy... No wonder Matt likes you so much..."

"He does?"

"Well... It's written all over his face..."

"I didn't know that, and I know him better than his mother..."

"But sometimes we don't see things that are right in front of our eyes... Mostly the things that relate to us..."

Did that mean something? Josh got thinking. He had yet to learn reading Shawn.

"Whatever, what time are you thinking of going there?"

"Dunno... Still have a lot to go through here... But maybe after lunch, if it's ok with you..."

"Ok... Who's cooking to you?"

"Usually me."

"Well, why don't you come over to my place... It's pretty much gonna be me and Jordan... I know his presence is not that pleasant, but I have to feed him anyway..."

"Ok, I guess... What's the menu?"

"I'm no chef, but I'm thinking of lasagna or tagliarini... I'm in the mood for italian today..."

"Ok... Just call me when I can come..."

Richard Desbordes was digging through Lopez and Miles' backgrounds and searching any connection they might have with the Monteiro family.

The lunch in Davenport's household went uneventful, with Jordan behaving almost like a normal person. Shawn loved the pasta and the sauce but there was nothing special in the sauce, Josh guaranteed. Shawn loved to cook too.

The friends got up to Josh's room and he showed the neighbor the e-mail he sent to the journalist.

"Don't you think it's risky, let somebody else know about it?"

"I used a fake e-mail account..."

"Why do you have a fake..."

"For nothing..." He didn't let Shawn finish the sentence.

Shawn was standing behing his chair, just bent down a little with his head next to Josh's, his hands on both sides of the chair... Josh could feel the warmth of his body.

"Man, you smell nice... What's that perfume?"

"It's, hypnotic poison..." Josh giggled a little.

"Well... It's good. Can I, uh, sniff it closer?"

Uh-oh.

"Uh, well... You can..."

Shawn's face touched Josh's neck and he just kept there more time than necessary to smell the perfume. Josh was already hard with the closeness... Josh turned his face a little bit and their lips just touched, the kiss happened without any warning, without any previous intention showed either by Josh or Shawn. The tongues played their part in the act, that was a very tender kiss. Matt's kiss was 'rougher' than Shawn's. Great, now I'm comparing kisses. Josh's mind ran wild at the worst moments.

"Oh, right. What was that Shawn?"

"Apparently our lips did what people call kiss."

"Ok. I thought I had gotten it wrong."

"What did it feel like?"

"I don't know... I might need a second try at it to know for sure..."

This time Josh got up with Shawn, their arms held embraced each other, the second time was even better the kiss. Shawn used a little less tongue, but that was ok. The boys just fell onto the bed. Bed that, not that long ago had Josh and a different boy on it. Well Josh thought he might be turning into a boy whore. Shut up Josh, just kiss the damned guy. A guy that you met just the other day and now, well, you're getting to know him pretty well.

Shawn was on top of Josh and their kiss ceased for a little. Shawn ran his hands on Josh's chest and he got to his pants...

"Can I?"

"Sure..."

Pretty dumb question, Shawn. He just popped open the pants and Josh lifted himself a little so that the new neighbor could pull it to his knees. Now a whole new round of kisses, starting in Josh's lips, then going down to his nipples. Ouch! He bit it. Ok, that was unexpected but didn't hurt at all. The guy was a kisser! Kissed and kissed until he got to the underwear. Josh was wearing a light green boxer. The kisses continued on his boy parts, and at this moment Josh just wanted him to rip it, allowing his cock to be seen. Shawn seemed to like this torture, he just kept kissing and kissing... At some point he probably had enough of it, pulled down Josh's briefs together with his pants, around the knees. He looked up to Josh and smiled. The kind of smile that says 'dude, I loved your dick', with next move being the kissing of the cock... Oh great! This guy seemed to be in no hurry to get things done, he took his time, kissing, feeling, rubbing, then one kiss became wider and just made half of Josh's cock disappear into his mouth, driving poor Josh to moans, sighs... That was a different blowjob altogether. At that pace Josh wouldn't cum ever. Shawn might as well be sucking him that good forever and ever and ever... That was so great.

When Shawn interrupted his action, Josh was in a different area code, that's how far Shawn took him. Better yet, he was in a different dimension. He got back when Shawn began kissing him all over again... Josh wanted to get into his pants as well... He quickly got rid of Shawn's pants and tried to emulate the rythm his partner had done though that isn't something you can do. He just sucked the only way he knew how, something more passionate, more desperate... Shawn told him to go slower or he would cum too fast... Josh tried a little less intensity and soon enough found a pace that was good and Shawn just got crazy. He was about to go and he told Josh, to get his head out of the way, though Josh wanted the creamed finale. Shawn then just let him have it. Spurts, spurts... A really good load of boy juice that was devoured by that hot kid, leaving no trace that he had cummed whatsoever.

"Oh, Josh... Quite some time I didn't do that..."

Josh couldn't say the same, so he chose to ask how was he.

"On a scale one to ten you score one... thousand..." He smiled a smile of a boy that just had his cock serviced.

"Wow... Yours is pretty good too..."

"I'm sorry if I crossed a line here..."

"What? I guess that line needed to be crossed since the first time we met. By the way, how'd you know I was into it..."

"I don't know for real... The first time I saw you, I thought you were pretty cute... Then on your car, when your friend called you 'mister hotcock' and asked if I was hot... I did the math, you know? Then you were acting pretty goofy when I talked to you in the morning. Remember that?"

"Oh, yeah..."

"You two had done it, right?"

"Well... Yeah!"

"I didn't get in the middle of anything between you and Matt, did I?"

"No... It's cool... We're friends. I mean... There's no declaration of ownership. And he's doing stuff with other guy, too..."

"Ok, better this way..."

"Man this is so crazy! Few days back all I did was jerk off... And now... See? I'm here, almost naked with you..."

"And were with your friend here, probably last night..."

"Oh, let's not get into detail or I'm gonna feel like a perv."

"If you're a perv, you're a damned hot cute one..."

Kissing again... So good, so nice... Shawn started jerking Matt off, to end the works... He was impressed by the amount of cum he shot...

"Hope it doesn't fuck our friendship... Afterall we just started being friends..."

"Josh, I just moved in to a new city... I thought I was gonna be pretty lonely until I made friends in school. Now I already have a friend, and a one that came with benefits... It's like heaven."

The journalist Desbordes finally got back to the office and went through his e-mail. The whole morning he talked to people, but no success whatsoever. He had the video, that got those officers in trouble, no doubt, but before doing anything with it, he needed the upperhand, he needed to know what was that money they wanted the Monteiros give them.

When he read Josh's message he froze. Holy fuck!

"About the St. Claire's police shooting. Do you think there are more facts to it than just a case of stolen car? Have you heard anything about another robbery of a considerable amount of cash and some jewelry?"

Who was that? How did this person know about the money? There was jewelry involved? Did this person know the money came from someone whose last name was Monteiro?

---- End of chapter 3 Anything you feel like sayin? boy-driver@hotmail.com