People Change with Time

People Change with time-9.

This is fictional and not meant to mean anything about anyone involved. If you're too young of offended by this, take a hike.

JC, Dale and I stood in silence for a second or two to let this sink in. After a few minutes I picked up the phone and made a phone call.

"Hello," A man said answering the phone.

"Let me speak to Jim," I replied.

"Who?" He asked.

"Big Jim, let me speak to him. This is Jason McLintock." I said again.

"No one here by that name," He replied.

"Bullshit," I yelled in anger. "Let me speak to him"

After a few seconds Jim picked up the phone.

"Jason I thought I made myself clear." Jim started but was interrupted.

"Justin's been kidnapped," I said to him.

"Because of you two being." He started again.

"No, this guy wants me to turn over the Stone." I again interrupted.

"So do it, what's the problem." Jim asked rather annoyed.

"You know I can't do that," I replied surprised he was even say that. "Can you fax me a list of all the free lance shooters in Florida?"

"Yeah sure, I'll send it to your house. Good luck son." He said hanging up the phone.

"I have to go back to my house for awhile." I said to JC and Dale hanging up the phone. "Met me at Justin's house in an hour. You had better tell everyone and have them met us there too. Have Lance call Stan, see if he can make it up here."

I walked out the door before anyone could reply. I ran to the car and drove home as fast as I could. As I got there I parked it in the driveway and ran into the house. As I reached my den a fax was just finishing up. I grabbed the list and ran through it to see if anyone of them might have a reason to get back at me for any reason. The fact that they asked me to turn over the Stone was a detail. I wanted to figure out if this was the real reason. I had dealt with a few people on the list before, but there was only two that I had any reason to believe that wanted the Stone or me. I looked through a few files I had. I tried to keep files on anyone that I had ill feeling for, or might want to hurt me. Chances where that they didn't know Justin was my boyfriend. I grabbed all the information I had on everyone on the list and stuffed it into my briefcase and made my way to Justin's house.

As I pulled up to Justin's house, the driveway was full of cars. I pulled off to the side and walked inside. Everyone was sitting in the living room waiting for me. I set the briefcase on the coffee table as I set down.

"Who is this?" Justin's mom asked.

"I'm Jason, one of Justin's friends. It nice to meat you, I only wish it where under happier circumstances." I said standing up to shake her hand and sitting back down.

"So what did you find out?" Lance asked.

"First you tell me, did you call Stan." I asked.

"Yeah, he said he would make it up here in the morning. He also said that you should know that he has no jurisdiction over kidnappings." Lance said sounding confused.

"I know, but he could always help. He knows these people I'm guessing, and he would know where they would hang out." I said grabbing the list that I was faxed. "This is a list of all free lance shooters, hitmen, guns for hire, what ever you care to call them. One of these guys is the man that has Justin. I have circled the two that have the most cause and reason to want me or my close friend."

Everyone looked confused as to why I had not mentioned him by name. Dale knew why. Justin's mom didn't know about him, and the less she knew the better. I handed the list to Dale and he looked it over.

"What do you have to do with these to men?" Dale asked looking up at me.

"They are both relatives of people that had dealings with my good friend." I replied.

"Who is this friend of yours' you keep talking about? "Justin's mom asked.

"He is just a friend, I can't tell you his name but I trust him more than anyone. Supposedly, the man that kidnapped Justin wants me to turn my friend over to him. The only problem is that I can't." I replied.

"Why not? This is my baby where talking about. Has anyone call the police?

Why aren't they dealing with this?" she started ranting and going on and on. She was obviously distressed and very worried.

"I believe they have been called. They should be here shortly." JC replied.

I looked over at Dale and motioned for the kitchen. I grabbed my stuff and headed out to the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Chris asked.

"Out here. Don't worry, I need to think and I can't on an empty stomach." I replied. I set all my stuff back down on the kitchen table and looked at Dale. "I think I know who it is, but I don't know where they are.

"Who?" Dale asked. The thing I like about Dale is he reminds me of me. No matter what, he knows the getting excited or giving in to emotion at a time like this doesn't help matters any.

"This guy," I said pointing at a name on the list.

"Jake Colley," Dale said out loud.

"Yeah, his brother disappeared six months ago. The word is that he was bumped off by the Stone, but there's no proof." I said grabbing a bottle of pop out of the fridge. "But he's convinced that the Stone did it."

"How do we find him?" Dale asked.

"We?" I asked.

"I am not going to let you do this yourself. Justin's my friend to, I want to help." Dale said.

"I am not going to do anything," I replied.

"What?" Dale said.

"That's right. I am not gonna do a thing." I repeated my first statement.

"You are gonna call him aren't you," Dale asked.

"Maybe, but I would like to see the FBI takes care of it." I remarked. "If they come up short, I'll call him." I walked into the living room with Dale in tow. I sat down on he end of the couch just as the police rang the bell at the front gate. For the next several hours, I was asked what the man sounded like, if I heard anything in the back ground, or if I might know the man that is doing this. They found Justin's car; it had been run off the road into some brush. I was questioned about why I had they guy send us a picture of Justin with tomorrows paper. I told them it was to make sure Justin was still alive. I was ridiculed for all my actions, I told then about the guy that was most likely to have done it. I was told to let the 'big boys' handle this matter. I went over to Dale and we went into a separate room and I reminded him to be at the house tomorrow for the picture, after which I started for home.

I pulled into the driveway and parked in the garage. I climbed the stairs to my second story and on to the bedroom. I lay in my bed fighting to get to sleep, but slumber never came. I stayed awake all night, never a yawn. I watched Television for the longest time, until it was finally time to meet Dale at Justin's house. I was about to pull out of my driveway when Stan pulled in.

"Hey Stan, what have you got?" I asked.

"Lance told me about the feds, they are assholes aren't they." Stan remarked. This remark was funny coming from him, being a U.S. Marshall made him a federal agent to.

"Yeah, we have to do something. I am going over to Justin's house for a while. Park your car and jump in." I said backing down the driveway. Stan drove his car to the end of the driveway, parked it and climbed in.

"You still got this old thing?" Stan said mocking my car. My simple reply was a pair of tire marks going up the driveway and onto the road. We arrived at Justin's house and noticed Dale was already there. Stan and I got out of the car and walked into the house. Stan had been carrying a good-sized case with him. I had a pretty good idea what it was. He sat it down in the sitting room and opened it up. Inside was a computer that could track phone calls, if he called we would be able to tell where he was calling from. The photo had already arrived. I looked at it and the sight made my heart sink. Justin sat there with a black eye, bruises on his right check, and his lip was bleeding. In his hands was today's early addition paper. I handed the picture to Stan and sat down. Dale handed me a glass of what looked like scotch.

"Kinda early to be drinking," I remarked.

"Only if you just got up. I didn't even sleep last night and I know you didn't, so drink." Dale retorted. I took the drink and drank some of it. After awhile, my cell phone started ringing. Stan handed me an adapter for the bottom of the phone. I plugged it in and answered the phone.

"Yeah," I said.

"Took you long enough to answer," The man remarked.

"Don't bust my balls, it's been along night." I remarked.

"Awe, poor baby didn't get any sleep." He said mocking me.

"No I didn't and if you aren't careful I'll make sure you get a lot of sleep. Do you get me drift." I replied.

"You watch yourself, I am holding all the cards here Jason." He replied.

"You are. Tell me Jake, what's it like to hold fifty-two cards in you hands?" I asked.

"How did you know my name?" Jake asked in anger.

"I didn't, you just told me." I remarked. "Anyway, what do you want."

"You know what I want, the Stone." He yelled.

"Well I can't help you. I don't know where he is and I seriously doubt he would come here, even if I knew." I remarked drinking my scotch.

"Too bad, looks like your friend is a victim of circumstance." Jake remarked.

"Wait, don't do anything to him. I tell ya what, I'll try to get a hold of him, if you give me a day, I see what I can do" I said in defeat.

"You have three hours," he remarked.

"Whoa, what? Are you serious? I can't find him in three hours." I said almost yelling.

"You'd better, or it's his ass." Jake said hanging up.

I closed my cell phone and looked at Stan.

"What have you got?" I asked.

"Good news and bad news." Stan replied.

"Let's hear it." I said.

"Well he was on a cell phone, so I couldn't pin point his location." Stan said.

"But," I said urging him on.

"I did get the tower he was pulling off from." Stan said with a smile. I looked over at the computer and it showed a map with a red dot and a circle around it. "You see, this is the tower and this I the area in which you can pull off this tower.

Stan pointed out what the screen showed us.

"So how do we find him in that area? Or how do we know that he is still in that area?" Dale asked.

"Fuck if I know Dale. Talk to Stan, he's the expert." I replied going for another drink.

"Well, if we figure out what is in this area then we could possibly find where he's hiding." Stan announced.

"And how do we do that?" I asked.

"I can have the computer put out a street map on top of the map we have know and see what's there." Stan said.

"Well start punching in numbers or what ever you do with that thing." I said sitting back down with another glass. "I don't know if it helps, but there wasn't any static on the phone. It was crystal clear."

"That's good, it means he is close to the tower. I can shrink the circle to where you would have decent service." Stan said as he fed all this information into the computer. After a few minutes, he picked his head up and turned the computer towards me. Stan pointed at a few locations. "He is most likely in one of these locations."

"Why?" I asked.

"They are old, condemned buildings. My guess is this one" Stan said pointing at a specific building.

"Again, why?" I asked.

"It's the closest to a convenient store, but far enough out of the way that no one will bother him." Stan explained.

"This is your professional opinion?" I asked.

"Yeah," Stan assured me.

"Now what. Are we gonna go get Justin." Dale asked. He was really gun ho on this one. He was ready to kick some ass.

"No, you are gonna go take care of JC and everyone else, make sure they are ok. Stan would you look in on Lance." I asked.

"They will be fine, I am not going to let you do this alone." Dale remarked.

"He's right Jason, you can't do this by yourself." Stan said backing Dale.

"The only thing I am gonna do is make a phone call," I said standing up. I finished my drink. "I am not gonna go into that place. There is only one man that I know that would and could pull this off."

Stan and Dale both knew what I was talking about. I reminded them of what I thought they should do and said that I would meet them here tonight. They said they would bring everyone else.

Justin sat there tied to a steel chair. He was tired, scared, and a weak. He didn't know what was going on. He had heard the conversation his capture had had over the phone. He knew that something was gonna happen, but he had no idea what of when. Several hours had passed since Jason and his assailant had talked.

"Let's see if Jason's as good a friend as we both hope we he is," Jake remarked calling my cell phone. The phone rang and rang, but there was no answer.

"What are you gonna do when they come for me." Justin asked.

"When the finally find this place, you'll be dead and I will be gone." He said "but if you want to know what's going to happen when the Stone gets here, he is going to be shot by a sniper I have in the rafters up their."

Jake pointed to the roof of the building.

"Who ran me off the road. I know it wasn't you." Justin asked.

"I did," another man said.

"You see, I am not the only one that wants the Stone dead. We all do," As he said that a few more people came into the huge warehouse from a small office in the corner. Just as they all exited from the office. There was a yell from the rafters as a man started falling to the concrete floor; he was stopped only by the chain wrapped around his neck. This caught everyone's attention.

"Pretty sloppy Jake," A man said from behind everyone. As everyone turned around this man stood there for all to see. He was wearing all black. He had a black leather coat that fit him just perfectly. He was also wearing a black silk shirt the clung to his finely toned body. Clad in black pants and shoes, and a black hat with a rim that went all around the hat. This hat seemed to keep all light away from his face. All you could see was his chin and the very lower part of his checks. The rest of his face a pitch black. The only thing that wasn't black where the guns under his coat. The man took off his coat and hung it on a piece of metal sticking out of the wall. The guns where two Colt .45 blue steel with silver engravings. Justin notice that he wore the guns the same way Jason did. This was the man, the one that everyone feared; the one that was known for thriving off that fear.

This was no imposter, this was the real mccoy; the one everyone called the Stone.

The man walked across from the small body of people so we had a good view of everyone. He looked over at Justin and noticed the bruises on his face.

"Which one of you did this?" He asked holding his hand out to Justin.

"I did, so what." A man dared say. His bravery was meet with a sound of a single shot. In one single motion, this man in black had drawn his gun, cocked it and shot the man in the center of the forehead. He still had his left gun in the holster for he didn't need it yet.

"What's to prevent us from killing you and him," Jake asked. Pointing at Justin. The Stone simply withdrew his left gun from its holster as everyone jumped. I don't think it was this action that they feared, but the swiftness in which the action was done. The Stone took a deep breath, it was in he air all around him, the smell he craved. The one sent that he loved, fear. They where all afraid by now, even Justin could see this; and Justin strained to see this mans face. The only thing Justin could make out was the smile on his face. By now a few of the braver souls among this little group had drawn their gun.

"I say we start shooting, he can't hit all of us." A lady said. She was the only lady among the group. What was it about her the made her different from the rest of the group. Did she think that because she was a woman that nothing would happen to her? If so, this was laid to rest and she was laid to rest on the concrete floor with another gunshot. This once proud group was starting to get smaller with every gunshot, and they weren't as brave as they once were. The tension had gotten so thick that it was almost hard to see in this warehouse. About five minutes had passed since the Stone had first made his entrance. Justin felt better now, he knew that Jason had sent this man to save him. But Justin's safe feeling was washed away when a pair of guns started playing their sonata. To the stone these two guns where his instruments and he was the orchestra and the conductor. He played them as if he did have a care or worry. He didn't stop until everyone in the sights of his beautiful guns where on the floor in heap. As soon and he stopped playing his opus and his instruments fell silent, he withdrew the two empty magazines from the guns and replaced them with full magazines. He didn't have to worry about fingerprints, for he was wearing skintight black leather gloves. He dropped the two magazines where we was standing, and with two new ones started towards Justin. This rather alarmed Justin, for this man had not holstered his weapons yet.

"If you kill me, Jason McLintock will be after you. There won't be a place on earth you'll be able to hide." Justin said. Justin knew about his craving and did his absolute best to show no fear. This man in black stood in front of Justin, guns drawn, and smiled slightly. Justin could see this smile, and felt much safer because of it. Despite what happened after the last time this man smile, but this smile was different. It wasn't the smell of fear that made him smile, like it was last time. It was fact that Justin had no idea if he was here to save of kill him, but still he stood his ground and didn't give into his fears. That is what made the Stone smile. He holstered his guns and grabbed a knife from around his back. He walked behind Justin and cut the rope that was holding him down. Justin stood up as if he was sitting on a spring. Justin turned to thank this man that saved him, but when Justin turned around he was gone. Justin turned to the coat that was hanging, but it was gone too. Justin walked around and noticed something gold lying on the floor. Justin picked it up and noticed it was a gold Rolex. Justin heard the sirens and quickly stuffed the watch in his pocket. For the next hour Justin explained what he saw and then was given a ride home. As Justin walked through the front door of his house everyone ran to greet him. He looked around for Jason, but did not see him.

This clicked in Justin's mind, until Jason appeared from the kitchen with a drink for Justin.

"Here you go," I said to Justin handing him a glass of milk. "I am so glad your ok."

"How long have you been here?" Justin asked.

"A couple hours, why?" I asked.

"No reason," Justin said I hugged Justin tightly. I didn't dare kiss him in front of him mom. Justin kissed me on the check and when we started to brake apart, he kissed me right on the lips. Justin slipped his tongue into my mouth without a problem and damn near dropped the glass, but Dale grabbed it just in time. He wrapped his arms around me and I wrapped my arms around him. As soon as he parted Justin looked at his mom. She had a look on her face that was worth millions. It wasn't one of hate, or disgust, or disapproval. I think she was more surprised than angry.

"Mom, can I tell you something?" Justin asked.

"I think you just told me," She replied. Everyone started laughing at this remark. Dale ordered pizza and went out for pop and potato chips. Stan went to get some movies from the movie store as Justin, his mom, and I sat down to talk. It was being gay that bothered her, at least not as much as not being told about it until now. I think that's what disturbed her more than anything, the thought that her son felt he couldn't talk to her.

We spent the night celebrating Justin's safe return. After a few hours went by and everybody started to go home. It was Just Justin and I. We ended up sitting on his back porch looking at the ski.

"I saw him, you know." Justin said all of the sudden.

"You saw who?" I asked.

"The Stone, I know what he looks like." Justin remarked.

"Well, there are people that will pay a lot of money for that information." I replied.

"I didn't see his face, but I know who he is." Justin said.

"Really, how?" I asked calmly.

"Well, he left this." Justin pulled out the Rolex and handed it to me. "Look on the back."

I turned over the watch and the initials JM where engraved on it.

"Nice watch," I replied.

"Yeah, it's yours." Justin said.

"Really, well thank you. I've been in the market for a watch just like this." I said.

"No. I mean it has always belonged to you. You are always wearing a gold Rolex, but you don't tonight. Why? Because you lost yours in that warehouse and I found it." Justin explained.

"Interesting theory," I retorted. "So what of it."

"Nothing, but know I now everything. I didn't find out the way I would have like to, but I know." Justin said.

"I must have tried to tell you hundred times, must have wanted to tell you a million times. But I couldn't, I just couldn't" I said explained feeling ashamed of hiding it from Justin.

"It's alright; I know why you did it, and I forgive. Now let's go to bed, it's getting late." Justin said with a seductive voice. Justin got off my lap and grabbed my hand to help me up. He led me by the hand up the back steps to his bedroom. Their Justin grabbed my shirt and lifted it up over my head. I grabbed his shirt and did the same. Then I undid my pants as Justin undid his. We continued to strip until we both only wore our underwear. I lay down on Justin's bed as he lay on top of me. We kissed and let our hands roam all over each other's bodies. Finally my hands found Justin's waistband and slide underneath to feel his firm, round butt. Justin looked me right in the eye and smile. He didn't have to ask; the look in my eyes said it all. I loved him, and he loved me. It was time and neither of us could wait. Justin continued to kiss me as I felt his nice round ass in my hands. I slide his waistband down past his butt and worked my way around front. I could tell through the fabric of our underwear that we were both hard. I slide the front of his underwear down and slide my hand down over his throbbing cock. Justin sat up as I wrapped my hand around his cock and slowly started to pump up and down. Justin grabbed the waistband on my boxer-briefs and pulled them down past my hard on. It stood straight up as Justin knelt down to take it in his mouth.

Justin was on all fours as he straddled me. I lifted my hips as he started to blow me. I slide the back of my underwear past my butt and Justin continued to pull them down as far as he could. Justin continued to go down on me. The feeling was unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was pure ecstasy. It wasn't too long before I could feel my ball tighten against my body; my breath ran short as I started breathing faster. Justin noticed the change in my breathing and speed up, delivering more pleasure. Quickly after that, I couldn't hold it anymore and released my load into Justin waiting mouth. Even after I had finished, Justin still stayed on my dick until I was soft again. Then he worked his way up my body, stopping at my navel and kissing his way to each one of my now hard nipples. Justin sucked on both nipples until they were hard. Now Justin looked into my eyes and saw love. It was strange how this man Justin loved could be a blood thirsty murder one minute to a bunch of people he didn't know and yet be so humble and loving to him. This made Justin feel special and made him love Jason all the more.

Justin leaned in and kissed me on the lips once again. I wrapped my arms around Justin and pulled him down on top of me. Then I rolled over so that I was on top. I broke our kiss as I started my way down Justin's body. I went to the same way Justin came up. I started at his left nipple and kissed it, teasing it, sucking on it until it was hard. Then I worked my way over to Justin other nipple kissing his chest along the way to perform the same procedure on Justin's right nipple. Once both his nipples were hard, I kissed my way down the center of his chest, feeling his body as I went down. I reached his belly button and kissed it, lick it around it. After a few more circles, I continued down his trail to his throbbing cock. Pre-cum had already formed on his head and seeing it this way made me hard all over again. I licked up the underside of his dick and licked back down.

I took one of his balls into my mouth and gently sucked on it. Then I repeated with the other nut. I slowly went back up to his cock and had my face right above his dick. I looked up at Justin, who was looking at me. I licked his tip with my tongue and started to go down on him. I started taking just his head in my mouth, and then I would work my way down his cock, until I was deep throating him. I had his entire cock in my mouth and I could hear him as his chest started to rise and fall faster. I knew it would be too much longer, so I continued until I felt him cum splash against the back of my throat. I quickly pulled so that I could taste his juice. I was in luck as he was still cumming into my mouth. The taste was one of undesirable pleasure. I pulled off his softening cock and looked up at him as I crawled my way up to him. I lay down next to him on my side.

"Jason, please make love to me." I put my hand on his chin and kissed him lovingly. Justin sat up and grabbed my now hard again cock and accepted it into his mouth to get some saliva on if for lubrication. He lay back down on he bed as I got on my knees. Justin raised his legs as I grabbed the back of his legs and pushed them farther in the air. I finally caught sight of Justin hole and wasted no time bring my tongue to it to lube it up. I could feel Justin squirm somewhat, the feeling was new to me too. As soon as I was satisfied with the lube, I got back on my knees and position his ankles on my shoulder and my head at my hole. I slowly pushed forward. Once I entered, I could see the pain in Justin's eyes and stopped.

"Shall I continue," I whispered softly.

"Please, I want you in me." Justin whispered equally softly. So I started to slowly push in a little forward. Then I pulled back out and pushed back in. Working like this made it easier for just to get used to the size and replaced the pain with pleasure and in no time at all I had my entire cock up his ass. I was pulling almost all the way out and pushing in as far as I could. Justin was really enjoying this. He mouthed 'I love you' and I mouthed 'I know'. After awhile I started to feel my balls tighten again. I didn't have anything left in me, but I had to get off one more time. I speed up a little and Justin clamped his hole down around my cock as I got off up his hole. I pulled my once again soft cock out of his and lay down next to him. I was tired, but Justin had other plans.

"My turn," he said lying next to me on his side. "But only if you want."

"I don't see how I can possibly resist." I said setting up to lube his cock.

Once I felt satisfied he was lubed, I lay back down and he climbed between my legs. I lifted my legs and he pushed then back to find my hole like I had his legs. Once he found it, he bent down and started to rim me. I could see why Justin was squirming before, that is quite the feeling. Then Justin sat back and stuck one of his fingers in his mouth and then took it out and held out his hand. I was about to take the same finger, but motioned to take his middle finger and so I did. It wasn't long after I stopped sucking on Justin's middle finger that I felt a finger protrude up my ass, then I felt another. Justin worked his way in and out with his two fingers, but quickly replaced them with his hard cock. Justin slowly started to push his was up my butt, and it did hurt at first but soon the pain was replace by pleasure.

The feeling of Justin making love to me was like nothing I had ever felt before. He would pull out and push all the way back in. Quickly after Justin quickened his pace and I could feel his get off up my ass. Justin pulled out of me soft and tired. He crawled up next to me and lay down next to my, resting his head on the pillow next to mine. He had his arm draped across my chest and was looking at me. I looked at him and leaned down to kiss him. He kissed shortly and recounted our love for one another in words then slowly feel asleep in each other's arms.

That wasn't the end of it though. A few time during the night I would wake up to Justin sucking on my cock again, and a few times he woke up to me sucking on his cock.

TBC.... I hope you like this chapter. I don't know when I will get the chance to write another one. College started next wed and I am gonna be real busy, I know it. Write and let me know what you think. If I get a good deal of response I will most likely write the next one a lot sooner. So email me at roczilla@hotmail.com thanks for reading,