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MT. PLEASANT HIGH - SERIES ------ Last chapter:
Matt and Josh wake up after their first night of sex.
The journalist gets a disturbing video of policemen killing suspects, over the money.
Shawn and Josh have a go at boy fun, kissing and sucking each other.
The jounalist reads Josh's message:
"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?
PART 4 - SEEMS EVERYONE'S HORNY THESE DAYS
Shawn and Josh pulled themselves together after their intense new-neighbors-relationship got to a new level and they were ready to go to the pet shelter, in the other end of the city.
"Jordan, we're heading out. You want something?"
"If you could bring me some snacks when you're back..."
Reaching for the seat belt, Josh said:
"Well, at least my brother is starting to talk nicely."
"I think you underestimate him. Don't you deal with many kids in the neighborhood? So find a way around your brother. After all, he's your brother..."
"You're right..." Josh paired up his mobile to the stereo and hit the music. "You like the seventies?"
"Got no problem with them..."
"So off we go..."
As they drove off, Yvone Elliman started singing "If I can't have you". Josh was all too happy. What 16yo boy wouldn't be? He fucked with his best buddy Matt, and got some nice action with his new neighbor, who happens to be hot. Real hot.
Shawn was really into the music, they both sang the chorus...
"If I can't have you, I don't want nobody babe... If I can't have you, who-o-o-oa, ooooh..."
Just a sunny day in Mount Pleasant. For now they didn't talk or think of the money. Normal "gayish" boys. Josh didn't know exactly how to behave as he knew now he was gay. Shawn was already gay for a long time, and back in Mississippi he was out and proud. Here he wasn't sure about out himself here or not. Consequences back in the Delta were disastrous.
"Shawn, can I ask a question?"
"Sure... Anything." He regretted saying 'anything'. He was not up for 'anything'.
"Oh, I apologize in advance, but... Well, I'm aware now you don't live with your mother, or am I wrong?"
"Nope, you're not. My mom passed away few years back."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Shawn."
"No, it's ok. Death is natural. Although hers was a total shock. Cancer..."
"Sorry I mentioned it."
"It's really ok. If we were talking years back, I couldn't even have put up with that song that just played... She loved the seventies music. Now, I got it in good terms."
"Wow, I don't know how you manage that. I think I'd never recover from such a loss, even though my parents work a lot."
"Really?"
"My dad is a cardiologist, I told you he basically lives in the hospital. My mom tries to be normal but she's one of those crazy corporate girls, an exec in a trading firm. She climbs the corporate ladder with relish."
"And that's why you seem to handle the things around the house so nicely..."
"I guess. You think I do that?"
"Well, to say the least, the pasta you prepared was, well, it hit my stomach as it was prepared in Italy."
"Thank you..."
"I'm gonna have to cook you a meal too."
"I know I'll like that."
The drive to the pet shelter was a longy one but it was good, other songs played. The seventies had a lot of songs that felt a little gay to Josh, but he felt good singing "Never can say goodbye" "Don't leave me this way", "Gonna get along without you now" and so on. Shawn sang too, so what the problem?
Josh never noticed the temperature of his engine going up. Even though a red light was on.
"Here we are, Shawn, Mount Pleasant's St. Francis Pet Shelter."
"Thank you very much. For the ride. For the lunch. For your amazing kiss..."
Saying that he just pecked Josh on the lips.
"Oh, whoa... Kissing in public now?"
"Oh, fuck, I'm sorry."
"Well we are way far from Ruby Street, so what the fuck? Come on over here, kisser boy!"
Josh frenched the hell out of Shawn. Kissing a boy in broad day light in that pet shelter lot was fun. The risk of being seen made him feel like the wild man of Mount Pleasant.
"Okidoki... That was fucking good. Now I have to go in there with a boner!"
"Just think of something ugly. You remember the lady across the street? Mrs. Blat? Think of her."
"Oh right. That's doing the trick already. The thing just shrunk so much, I seem to have a pussy now."
"Ouch. That sounds awful, I like you with something hanging. Hohohoh."
They both had a good laugh off it.
"Ok, off I go now. Do you remember the bus number?"
"I wrote it down."
"You sure you don't want me to pick you up?"
"Of course not. It's quite far."
Josh had driven few blocks and he was about to enter the road when he finally noticed the temperature meter blinking and it was all the way up! Fucking shit! What do I do? Fuck! Fuck! He tried to organize his thoughts and saw a garage right ahead. Oh, good. Lucky lucky.
When he turned the car engine off in front of the garage something blew in his engine and white smoke just filled the air, coming from under the hood. My car died, the engine is on fire. That was all he thought.
Walking calmly from the inside of the garage, came some kid, cleaning his hand with a cloth and wearing a blue apron that had been used a lot, telling from the inumerous greasy spots it had on. What's that now? A mechanic assitant? Do they have it?
"Seems like ya got a bit of a problem over there, kid."
Really? He's calling me a kid? What's he now?
"Yeah, I don't know what it is. Can you get the mechanic please?"
"Nah, first open the hood."
The kid touched the hood to feel if it was too hot, it was, and he used the cloth for protection as he lifted it up, letting a whole cloud of smoke go up in the air.
"Is it on fire?"
"Nope. You see this white smoke? It tells me that it is water. If it was blue-gray like, it would be oil, if it was black, then you would have some fire."
"Oh, great. So you know a lot of stuff around cars."
"Well I should, you know, you just came to a garage."
"You're the mechanic? The Old Reggie whose name's up there? Old Reggie's Garage?"
"Haha... No. I guess you can tell I'm not Old Reggie, right? Reggie is my boss, he's inside, if you don't like a young mechanic to deal with your car."
"No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. It's just you're really young, I didn't think you WERE in fact a mechanic."
"What'd you think I was?"
"I don't know, the guy who washes the parts, who carries the tools. You know? That kinda guy."
"Hehehe, I get that a lot from first-time clients."
Josh was really embarrassed.
"In fact, this is the first time I go to a garage. I mean, I have been to before, but never taking my own car to it."
"How old are you then?"
"I'm sixteen."
"See, I'm nineteen, I top you in that department."
Now looking at him up close, Josh could tell this nineteen-year-old guy was very handsome. He could top Josh in an altogether different department. Josh reprehended that thought immediately. What am I now? Cock hungry?
"In my defense, you don't look 19. Not here, nor in China."
"How old 'd you think I was?"
"I dunno... Maybe my age."
"That made my day, you know? I hope I get to my fifties and people tell me 'whoa you don't look a day over 35'."
"I'm not sure that's possible, take a fifty year old guy and mistake him for a thirty-five."
"Yeah, whatever... By the by, my name is Ayrton."
"Ayrton? I think I never heard that name... I'm Josh Davenport."
"Well Josh Davenport, now the smoke is gone, let's see what the problem is."
The young Ayrton started checking the stuff around the engine.
"Do you think it's too bad?"
"Judging by the white smoke. Really just steam, I'd say we're looking at radiator, just a hose, pressure cap, water pump, or the seal..."
"The seal, like, Kiss from a rose, Seal?"
Great now, Josh had time to be funny. Ayrton just laughed at that comment.
"Ow, now I'm gonna get with that song stuck in my head. But no, not that seal. The water seal, that's usually behind the engine block. But then again, it's probably not the seal, coz if it was, you wouldn't have that much steam."
"You really seem to know what you're talking about. To me you're a scholar."
Flattering, huh, Josh?
"It really is not that hard. You have to understand the engine, talk to it, and allow it to tell you what the problem is."
Are we really talking about engines now? Sure? I mean, talk to the engine? Let it tell you the problem? Well maybe this kid doesn't know what he's talking about. Maybe get that Old Reggie is not a bad idea. Josh, fast thinking.
"Your radiator seems to be alive and kicking. Now..." He started dealing with the hoses... "There. Theeere you have it."
"What?"
"It's a hose."
"It's good thing?"
"Well. It's cheaper than the radiator, or any other stuff for that matter."
He pulled one of the many hoses there was and came a sound, like a chimney. The steam came up all over again.
"Gotcha! Found that sucker! See here?"
Josh approached and he could see the steam. Nothing else.
"See here? There's a crack in the hose... Those suckers to that"
"So it's easy?"
"Yeah. Just replace it and you're good to go."
"And how much is it gonna be?"
"The hose is about, say, fourty to seventy dollars tops. Then you have the service... You're hardly looking at more than hundred, hundred and fifty dollars. That is, if nothing else is damaged. We just have to wait."
"Wait what?"
"We have to wait the engine to cool off, you know... I work my way around the engine but I'm no man-of-steel... The way it is, if I go try to replace it, I'm gonna get burnt."
"Oh, right... I'm sorry, I really know nothing about this thing..."
"And, I'm gonna call the parts guy, they deliver it in about, twenty minutes or so..."
"So I just wait?"
"Yup... In about an hour your off here..."
Ayrton took some water and poured it over the radiator. To "speed the cooling off", he said.
"So, I got curious... Where'd you get that name from?"
"What? Ayrton?"
"Yes... It's totally new to me."
"Are you familiar with motor racing?"
"Not really..."
Ayrton's father was a mechanic, like himself, and he was a total sucker for motor racing, specifically the Formula 1. He liked F1 better than the american Indy Car racing. His father was a huge fan of this driver, Ayrton Senna, who was world champion three times.
"So you're named after this Ayrton Senna guy?"
"Yes... Come inside, you'll see, there's a poster here, from the time my dad worked here..."
There he was. Yellow helmet, a white car with some red parts. Josh knew that Marlboro livery from somewhere. This Senna guy had a green flag in his hand, I know that flag, Josh tried. But no...
"That flag... I can't remember what country..."
"It's Brazil. Ayrton Senna was a brazilian."
"Was? He's dead?"
"Oh yeah. He died in 1994."
Josh wanted to know more, and he got through his mobile...
"Seems you're named after one of the best race drivers that ever lived. Says here he died in Italy, during a race..."
"Yes, pretty much it. My mother said my father cried like a baby for hours when that happened. He was watching it."
"How sad..."
"It is... Listen, Josh Davenport, I'm gonna grab something to eat, wanna join me?"
"I guess. We 'do' have to wait, right?"
"Uhuh."
Ayrton took off his apron and hung it. Whoa-whoa-whoa. That kid looked even cuter without that mechanic thing on. Josh! Are you thinking with your cock? He's hot, dammit! Josh's thoughts were fighting inside his head.
Ayrton also took two Ginger ale.
"Walk with me, Josh Davenport."
Ayrton started walking and singing in a low tone Kiss from a rose.
"That stuck to your head real easy..."
"Oh, yeah, I have that problem... My memory just strikes on with music..."
They walked over to Ayrton's truck parked under a shady old tree. It was an old Ford, very popular in the early eighties.
"Climb on."
Josh entered the passenger door. Wow. That cabin was huge. The car was a sight-sore from the outside but it seemed nice inside. Not to mention you could look at the street from the above.
While Ayrton ate, Josh kept him company all the while thinking this kid was really totally hot. If he just waved, Josh would jump on him and make out till the day became night. Josh thought he was surely oversexed. Is that possible to go from virgin to seeking sex in almost every boy he crossed paths with? Either he was on a lucky streak or there were so many cute boys in Mount Pleasant and he never noticed that. Ayrton had a flawless face. Some traces of unshaved beard. Probably he didn't shave today. But it wasn't thick... That was a beard of a young-extremely-hot boy. His jeans were old, Josh assumed he wore this to work, you know, just to finish them off. His shirt looked great. HE looked great in that shirt. Surely he would look better out of it. Dammit Josh! You really need a cold shower. Better, you need cold icy water in a bathtub. Maybe then you stop thinking about sex. Josh didn't know he had that pervert horny inside him. Sex set this crazy horny boy free to haunt the world.
Not long after, Josh's VW Golf was good to hit the streets. Josh paid and thanked Ayrton.
"Thank you very much, Ayrton. And, again, I'm sorry I thought you were not the mechanic."
"No problem. You made it up to me by joining me for lunch. I usually eat by myself. Oh, here. Take my card. If you need some more car tips, if you want me to work on your car from now on, just call me. If your car ever have a problem and just stop working, I go help."
"Oh, that's nice to know."
"And, if you ever need anything... You can just call me..."
Josh, Josh. The boy is being nice, and you're thinking that 'need anything' just means 'need to fuck'.
"Ok, Ayrton. It was nice meeting you..."
"Oh no, I say that. It was nice meeting you..."
Josh, although having his judgements clouded by his lust, thought this hot kid was flirting with him. Well, if he was, he succeeded completely. Josh was on all fours for this guy. Drooling like a mad dog. Gee, I have to take some pills to control lust.
About that time, Matt was online, checking social network, Twitter, meaningless stuff, when a message popped up.
"Sup dude"
"Hey Chad what u doin"
"Nothing. U"
"Same thing"
"I was thinkin bout u"
Really? Chad was thinking about me, now? That a surprise.
"Really?"
"Ya... thinkin bout our fuck"
"Oh I wanna do that again"
"How's now?"
"My bro is in house"
"Sucks"
"Yeah... 2moro morning I'm alone"
"What time?"
"U can come 9"
"Deal... I miss ur mouth in my cock"
"I miss it too... Ur cum filling my mouth"
"I luv to cream ur ass"
"U can cream whatever u like 2moro"
"Ok 2moro morning"
"Sure thing"
Matt had the same sensation Josh had. He thought about sex all the time. Really, all-the-time. Just talking to Chad made him pop up a boner. He thought no more, just got in the shower, water running over him and dealt with it. He stroke firmly, while went finger fucking himself. One, two, three fingers stretching his boy hole. He thought of Chad fucking him, then went on to Josh's cock shooting a load down his throat. And he thought of that new dude, Shawn. He did seem hot. His fingers were working up his ass so nice. Now only the middle one, and he fucked himself with it so deep and so hard. He knew he was going to let it out. Matt put his hand next to his cock tip and shoot it all on his palm.
Wow! I came a lot, this time.
He wanted it. If it wasn't Chad's or Josh's, might as well be his own. He licked his cum off his hand. Slowly... Trying to savour it to the maximum... Matt thought he was getting crazy over sex.
Only thing he didn't know, he was not the only one.
Josh liked working in the garden. Gardening was something that cooled him off whenever he was angry at his brother or school, or whatever. This afternoon it was just something that he did out of pleasure. Life was good. He was finally having sex, it was boy-boy sex, but that was the style of sex he wanted, for long time. Now he couldn't even remember how was he when he used to think about girls. Maybe that was so long ago. Maybe he liked boys all along but never let his mind come around to it? Better not overthink this. It was over four o'clock but it was still hot. He just took off his shirt and threw it on a spalding chair. Much better now. He was planting new violets, because his mom liked them. Gardening seemed not to have science to it though it was not just plant the thing and that was it. You couldn't over water it nor have the soil too dry. The right amount of fertilizer. Now he did that without thinking. While working he started thinking about Shawn and their kiss. The way Shawn sucked his cock was wonderful. He just sported a wood. In the tiny shorts he was wearing with no underwear, any hardon would go immediately noticed. Thankfully he was alone in the backyard. Or so he thought. Josh didn't notice Jordan just laying on the spalding chair watching him work, and now just seeing his brother's cock hard, at full mast.
Jordan was going to talk to his brother but when he saw Josh had something tenting up his shorts he just said nothing. He laid there just watching that. He didn't remember his brother had such a big thing. Well, it was ages since they saw each other in the nude.
When Josh saw Jordan, he just tried to cover up his boner. Jordan saw his attempt but acted like he wasn't paying attention...
"Josh, Mrs. Briggance called in earlier, she wants you to be with her son tomorrow morning."
"What'd you tell her?"
"I just said you'd call in for details. Did I do right?"
"Yup. Thank you..."
"You welcome."
Sometimes Jordan was not a pain in the ass. Sometimes. Did he saw my wood? Gosh I hope not. That would've been embarrasing.
Jordan got hard at that sight. No doubt there. Up in his room, he got his cock out, checking on it. When I get older, will I have a cock that big? I mean, mine don't make a 'tent' like Josh's. Just hope.
He just locked his door and went online to see some porn, make that wood go away...
"Ok, Richard, I agreed to meet you here because you insist there's something wrong with the St. Claire shooting."
The old man who handled Internal Affairs for the Police Department in Georgetown County had two offices, one in the Police Department Quarters and another in an old building in downtown. He set to meet the journalist in downtown, away from eyes and ears that were eager to see and hear what they were not supposed to. He came in specifically to meet Richard. He'd stopped at a bakery on the way and bought a box with some treats his wife wouldn't let him have at home. Gotta care for your heart she'd say.
He didn't want to meet with Richard, but the old man was worried the journalist might be right. He couldn't risk being wrong but he couldn't let it be clear that he had doubts.
"Well, I'm not gonna waste your time with small talk, Rex. I'll go straight to the point."
"I like it that way."
"I went looking for the files of those officers, Miles and Lopez. Miles' file I found and got through it with no problems, no questions asked. Lopez's turned out to be unavailable with public record. So I had to come to you."
"Yes. His file is with me." The old man got his briefcase and pulled out the file, placing it on the desk, with his hands over the records.
"Why is his record not available?"
"Well, because I handle it personally."
"Why?"
"Before I answer you that, tell me why do you want it?"
"I suspect the shooting in St. Claire served to another purpose."
"What do you mean?"
"The Capo Monteiro is under arrest. Next thing you know two police officers are about to get money directly from the hands of two Monteiros?
The old man's face expression changed severely. He didn't possess facts on that alleged money.
"I know nothing about it, are you sure of what you're talking about?"
"Yes. It's a fact. But it's like a puzzle and the parts seem to be scattered all around. I have two pieces. I was hoping you could help me with more. That was why I wanted Lopez file. Anything can be useful."
Lopez's file contained dark stuff. Old news, but still dark stuff. He was about to let Richard into something that, saying the very least, should be dealt with carefully. Richard Desbordes could be trusted, though,they were on the same side.
"Richard, I'm gonna level with you on Lopez. But... (a pause to breath) ...What I'm about to tell you is in strict confidence. You know what I mean?"
"None of this ever goes on the paper. I know the drill."
"This is even worse than that. If the public gets wind of it, you're gonna unleash demons you don't wanna meet and cause the chaos in the city. I mean it."
"Shit, man, are you per chance trying to scare me?"
"No. I'm letting you know the facts. Although I'm sure they're not relevant to your story."
"How'd you know that?"
What was in Lopez's file was old news. The old man knew he didn't have to care about that though he also knew he had to give Richard something, or he just wouldn't let it go. The last thing the Police needed at that time was a journalist getting in their way while they were hoping something might happen. They had much bigger problems to deal with.
"Here. Lopez has always been a good cop. Third generation in the force. Things changed two years ago when his wife divorced him."
"Why?"
"She caught him in unsavory activities."
"Meaning?"
"She walked in on him performing male fellatio on an underaged boy."
"She what? Oh... Fellatio... You mean she caught him sucking the boy's cock?"
"Yes man... I was sugar coating it."
"So he's a child molester?"
"No, it's not like that. This kid is well known for enjoying having older men down on to his... Manhood. For meaningless gifts, you know? Liquor, cigarettes, whatever he wanted at the moment of the, uh, encounter, you could put it that way. It's not a defenseless child. It's a young man who takes advantage of older men weakness."
"But what makes you sure this Lopez is not doing the same stuff with altogether different boys?"
"Had him under surveillance for over a year after that incident."
"P.I.?"
"Sure. Wouldn't have one of my men workin on that matter."
"And?"
"And whenever he felt his needs acting up after that, he drove up north about 80 miles to a, I don't know how you call it, a gay massage house, or something."
"Who's that boy, anyway?"
"Don't exactly know him, but it's a white blond kid, thin as a toothpick, just the kind you spot on the street and think: 'doesn't your mother feed you?' You know the type, right?"
The old man just let Richard go through the file and digest the information he just received while he took the box of goods he bought and started digging in those twinkies he got fresh in the bakery.
It was clear Richard wasn't going to say anything, so the old broke the silence.
"Man, I'm a sucker for this twinkies... This white creamy fillin... It's amazing..."
Richard's face turned into one of disgust.
"Oh, come on, Rex. Do you know that in the gay world those white-blond-kids-thin-as-a-toothpick are called?"
"No, why?"
"They're called twinkies! And you saying you love this white-creamy-filling is not helpin!"
"Oh, fuck, Richard. Don't ruin them for me!"
Richard handed the file back to the old man.
"So, are you done with Lopez?"
"Well, yes. I'm done with him as long as he don't go to the county's young boys ever again, right?"
"If that ever happens, Richard, I myself give you carte blanche to lock him in a cage with the lions, and pretty much throw away the keys."
"Ok then."
"I never got to understand what is it that attract men like Lopez to such improper demeanor."
"It's the 21st century, the concept of sex has been broadened so widely that average man won't understand it."
"I know that. Then again, who am I to judge, you know? My own daughter lives with a woman in Atlanta. Never got what get their juices flowing."
"That happens."
"I'm too old fashioned for my own good. My wife, the woman I've been married for over thirty years never blew me..."
"Really?"
"Yes. You know what I did?"
"Just dropped it and never brought it up again?"
"No. I did what all good presbyterian would do. I went to a hooker."
Richard laughed out loud. The old man laughed too. Good thing to break the ice.
"Rex. You tried to feed me with some old news. I'm not really here for that."
The old man wanted to get rid of the journalist.
"Richard for crying out loud! I'm here with my hands full. I have the Capo Monteiro under custody, trying desperately to get the Feds take him outta here and his lawyer is playing all sorts of legal shenanigans to keep him here. Don't know why she's doing that! You know we've tried a lot to get him in jail. The Monteiros deal with every crime described in law, drugs, kidnaps, prostitution, and they manage to cover it with a facade of clean business, washing the damned fucking money... When we finally lock him up, I fear everynight someone is gonna call telling me he escaped. Let this thing go away before coming on to me."
"You mean, he might escape? It's not possible, is it?"
"I'll tell you one thing: it's not impossible."
"That's why I'm here, Rex. For christ sake! There's something odd about those cops killing those Monteiros off in St. Claire. What ballistics say?"
"Pretty standard. All things according to the officers report."
"Then someone is keeping things from you. Or you're keeping things from me."
"I'm keeping no things from you. The Ballistics report is right here! What do you mean? All black and white. Shooting distance match with description, yadda yadda yadda, it's all right, the whole nine yards!"
Richard went through his notes, then said.
"Here is what it HAD TO SAY: The wounds inflicted in Vlad Monteiro are not consistent with the scene your officers reported. Vlad Monteiro is more likely to have wounds from gunshot at short distance, in a descending trajectory, corresponding to someone who's shot when on their knees."
"Are you fuckin mockin me?"
"Just go check it. Some one is hiding something for some reason I don't know, neither do you. I'm gonna hold the information I have and do some diggin of my own."
"Well you just do that! If you find anything on these cops, just let me know! I'd be happy to fry them!"
The old man got thinking and reading the official report again. Is it possible that Richard is telling the truth? The report he had on his hands had just been tampered with?
Richard felt like he wasted his time with the old man. If he had shown him the video of the shooting, the conversation would have been totally different. Things would be or could be solved easily toward the cops. But the story wouldn't grow big. By withholding information, Richard was just hoping he could get ahead of things and build some big story, his presentiment was strong toward this.
That information about Lopez could be used as leverage if he ever needed. But that wasn't determinant. Only if he needed to get Lopez talking through some underhanded means.
What about that e-mail mentioning the money? Richard wanted to know about that but he couldn't just trust some e-mail never knowing where it came from. Richard himself could pull through a lot of crap to get someone talking. It might as well be someone trying to figure out what he really knew. Conspirational thinking? Of course. Always.
He should now call the Monteiros lawyer, get her to make an official statement. That was no big deal, lawyers like her love the free publicity. Just a statement about the killing of two family members of his clients. After that, Richard planned get fully prepped, because the editor was going to grill him next morning. He just knew that.
Richard went back to his office and started writing a proper answer to that e-mail. Ask the right questions in order to get the answers he wanted and needed.
Josh finished his gardening activities then called Mrs. Briggance to see what was the deal for looking after her kid. That one was easy. Eleven-year-old, who looked up to Josh. Throw in some soccer in the backyard, then it's a done deal. Josh called Shawn too, he wanted to know how things went in the shelter, Shawn had just stepped in the house.
"Come on over in a few, Josh, I'm just gonna shower this cat pee away from me..."
"Do you... Did some cat pee on you?"
"Yup... All the greatness of working with pets..."
"Ok... I'll be over soon."
"Bye."
Josh thought the idea of Shawn volunteering in the pet shelter said a whole lot about him. He might as well be the perfect guy. Shawn's own idea of the same volunteering said a lot about him, indeed. But what it said was not that Shawn was perfect. It said otherwise, said that Shawn had to fill his mind with stuff. Maybe wash away things from the past, pay for the sins that insisted on keeping him awake at night, and haunting him in nightmares whenever he could actually sleep.
Michael Hunter opened the door after Josh rang the bell and told his son was in the shower, he could go wait in his room if he wanted. Josh made small talk, asking about business, very nice he said, things were getting into place. Mr. Hunter wasn't much talkative at all so Josh just thanked him and went upstairs.
Josh had been in that bedroom before when it was the guest room in VonBrauns house and then in the day the Hunters moved in, but then there were boxes here and there. Now it had Shawn's personal touch to it. The double bed was kept, it was good to sleep alone in a double, so spacious.
That boy had a lot of books, many Harold Robbins' titles, a good number of John Grisham's, Scott Turow, Stephen King, Sidney Pollack, Douglas Adams' Hitchhikers Guide collection and so on, there were a few books in what seemed to be Spanish, he guessed but understood 'nada' of what was written in those book spines. Apparently Shawn wasn't your regular 'Twilight Saga' kind of teenager, he seemed to read a lot. Josh didn't touch anything, he just waited. The bathroom door was just across the hall, his friend was taken by surprise when he came in the bedroom wrapped in a towel and drying his hair with another towel.
Shawn wrapped in a towel was quite a nice sight.
"Oh, hi Josh."
"I thought I came in a little too soon... Your father just let me in and told me to wait here."
"No, it's ok."
"You have a lot of books."
"You like reading?"
"I thought I liked, but your collection outnumber mine by far."
Shawn just smiled.
"Oh, man... You probably wanna change and I'm here babbling. You want me to get out for you to, uh, change?"
"I don't think we need that, you know? You've already seen what I have underneath this towel, right?"
"Oh... Hehehe, I guess you're right..."
"And plus..." Shawn turned his back to Josh and closed the door. "...I'm not really in a hurry to get dressed..."
Hint hint, Josh.
Josh cleared his throat. His neighbor held his hand and pulled him closer. The smell of Shawn's cologne and his upper body which was still a little moist just turned him on and his cock got acted up immediately after Shawn touched him. They embraced and kissed, Josh's arms behind that naked back, feeling him up, his wet hair. There was something poking Josh beneath the towel. He just had to touch that, feel that thing he liked a whole lot.
Shawn got rid of Josh's shirt, and grabbed on to the waistband of his trousers, pulling him closer to him, unbuttoned it, looking Josh in the eyes, unzipped, allowing it to fall around Josh's ankles and he went down kissing Josh's torso, reaching down to his briefs, pulling it down to his ankles.
You get two teenager boys locked in a room and well, not much imagination is needed to know they're probably end up doing stuff at some point. Josh had recently discovered sex and now he thought he had to take whatever opportunity he got his hands on. Shawn was a different deal, he'd been dealing with sex for quite a while, but recent events had him apart of sex until he met Josh. And Josh was a hell of a great partner to do this kind of thing. This new kid was totally willing.
Shawn had Josh on the bed and gave him a nice kiss-treating all throughout his body and they made out naked, just groping each other's bodies, boy bits, just a nice lovely duo. He then reached in for his drawer and got a condom and a lube tube. Given Shawn was calling the shots on this one, Josh thought he knew all too well where this condom was going to end up. But he was wrong. Yes, Shawn had this thing on his mind. He wanted Josh and he wanted him in a way that wasn't very used to.
The condom wrap was ripped open and the condom soon met Josh's cock. Oh that was a surprise. Josh was expecting otherwise. Shawn rolled it down and then some lube went on, then on himself. Next thing Josh knew was his neighbord mounted on him, placing his hard cock up on the waiting puker, while they kept kissing. Shawn had Josh really where he wanted and forced himself down on the shaft. Josh left out a moan, not too loud, Shawn bit his lower lip as his boy hole was rammed with his weight on that cock. They couldn't be loud, Mr. Michael Hunter was just downstairs.
Shawn had some surprises to Josh as they went along. Josh's cock was all inside that boy hole and he pressed his puker against the cock and while at it, he started sliding himself forwards and back. Josh shrunk his body at every new Shawn's charge at that. The feeling was like his cock being thrusted a thousand times all packed into one movement. Josh's pubic hair rubbing against Shawn's butt was all-the-way exciting. Sex was a surprising thing, Josh decided. By just changing partners he was experiencing all whole new sensations.
This guy was determined to make Josh crazy judging by the way he rode him. It was some mad thing to watch and even harder for Josh to not be loud.
Poor Josh passed the point of no return while Shawn really treated him with his ass. Sometimes pressing it, sometimes just riding the boy...
It was freaking hard but they both managed to not be loud. There were moans and sighs, but very likely nothing to make the dad downstairs suspect this little visit. Then again, this little visit didn't have this agenda. Josh came in to ask how was the pet shelter thing, which he never got around to.
Shawn didn't cum, he only leaked his precum, but he might as well have came, because he leaked a lot on Josh tommy, bellybutton... When he finally climbed off Josh, he checked the condom...
"Man, you shot a whole damned load..."
"Did I?"
"Check here, the condom. You flooded the damn thing, here, all over around the head..."
"Well... I didn't know that."
"It's fucking hot."
Shawn put that condom away and they laid on the bed talking, hand in hand, you know, this very romantic thing.
They talked about the e-mail Josh sent the journalist, but until before he came over, nothing had arrived.
"I was looking at your books... Wow, you have so many... Those in the top shelf are, uh, Spanish?"
"No, Portuguese."
"Portuguese?"
"Yes, my mom was brazilian, my father used to call her 'Morena', which means something like 'tanned girl'."
"I'm gonna call you 'Morena' too, because you're pretty naturally tanned yourself."
"Then you'd have to say Moreno. With an O in the end."
"Ok, languages are very complicated, I'm just gonna call you Shawn."
"All right..."
"Brazilian, how interesting. And do you speak Portuguese?"
"No, just a few words. I kept the books, you know, maybe someday I'll learn."
"That one, first in the second shelf..."
"79 Park Avenue?"
"Yes. I got interested in that title."
Luckily for Shawn, that one he really read.
"That's a great one. It's starts in NY in late 30's or early 40's, don't recall exactly now. It's about a woman, very beautiful, and she's very aware of her looks. She's raped, she goes to juvie or real jail, don't remember, then she somehow ends in prostitution business, but I'm not gonna spoil it for you, why don't you just take it to read?"
"Can I?"
"Sure. Oh, but, return it to me after you read... Please."
"Ok. No problem. I know you have lots of books, you must love every one of them."
"Yes, they're very special to me."
They cuddled and kissed for some time more, then Josh had to leave, because the next day early in the morning he had a babysitting job.
"Oh really?"
"Yes... Just down the street, in he end of the cul-de-sac. You know, you could drop by so we could chat a little. You're gonna see me in real action as a working dude."
"Ok, I'll go there after my morning run."
After Josh left, taking the book with him, Shawn sat there looking at those shelves, filled with books he never read. He took one that was next to what Josh had taken and started flipping its pages and thought to himself, "he really loved reading." The title of that book read "Dreams die first". Shawn had no idea what was the book about, but that title said it all. Dreams die first. Then he mumbled to no one in specific. But maybe to someone who might be watching from somewhere...
"Oh, babe, one day I promiss I'll read all your books, that way I'm gonna be closer to you..."
Before going to bed, Josh checked his e-mail one last time.
There it was. The message from the journalist.
"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?"
"Good afternoon,
Yes, there are more than just a case of a stolen car.
Do you, per chance have information about the money?
Also, do you have a name?
Are you willing to meet with me so we could talk about the things you know?
And last of all, but of no less importance: These policemen involved in that crime are dangerous people. I advise you not to keep contact with them.
I hope to hear from you soon.
My best regards,
Richard L. Desbordes
(Georgetown County Gazette)"
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