Hello from rainy Boston. This is the last part of my story in gay/authoritian. It's actually a complete turn around from the first two parts; it becomes more of a love story to balance out the horrific behavior of the sherif. Thank you for all you do.
Donny Mumford
THE DISTURBING BEHAVIOR OF SHERIFF BLEAKER
What Happened After (the conclusion)
by Donny Mumford
Now it's been sixteen wonderful hours of freedom, free of all the horrible things we had to endure on the ranch every hour of every day. As we're brushing our teeth, sharing the toothbrush, Dally smirks and ask, "Do you want your enema first?" I push his side playfully, mumbling, "Don't even joke about that, Dally". He gives me a smile mumbling, "Okay, Danny, I won't, it was a bad joke,' and he gives me the same playful push in my side that I gave him. I'm very fond of Dally. The first thing Dally wants to do is get rid of the stolen truck. He'd recovered his drivers license from the trophy items the Bleakers kept from us boys, and the license is still valid too. We drive around town until we find a a small 'used car' dealership. After some haggling Dally pays cash for a seven year old Volkswagen convertible with a big dent in the passenger door. The owners papers actually look authentic. I don't have a drivers license, but I'd driven the pickup around the Ranch many times so I know how to drive it just fine and I follow Dally as he drives the Volkswagen. We drive all the way down to the very tip of Texas, at the very bottom of the state, to Brownsville, Texas. It's right on the Mexican border and right next to the Gulf of Mexico. By the middle of the afternoon we'd stashed the Sheriff's truck in the parking lot of a 24 hour supermarket. With the Volkswagen's top down and Dally driving, we head for Louisiana 700 miles away. We're in no hurry so we travel all along the edge of Texas which borders the Gulf. We'd finally begun to calm down and relax a little. What an awesome ride it is; free as a bird and as close to having real "fun" as I've experienced in a couple of years. It's almost a surreal feeling being out and about, like regular teenagers. The 'doom' of the Bleakers Cattle Ranch still hangs over us like a threat of some unspecified danger, but it's a small presence this first day of freedom, and a fading one.
Dally wants the authorities, when they find the pick-up truck, to assume we'd fled into Mexico. Mexico is not in our plans however. Dally says we're going on a sight seeing trip the next couple of mouths. It's summer time in America and schools are out for summer vacation. We can travel anywhere in America attracting little to no attention. We're not unusual, just a couple of teenaged boys who fit in just fine. I look over at Dally as he drives us away from our nightmare and say a silent prayer of thanks for Dally in my life. Whatever would I have done without Dally? I get choked-up just thinking about that. Dally and me cheer like little kids with our hands waving in the air when we leave the state of Texas and cross the border into Louisiana. He drove for another hour on Route 10 and then pulled into a big motel that advertises on a billboard they have a large swimming pool and free cable TV. After paying cash for our room, we right away turned the TV on and switched to a news channel. It came right up, "Strange happenings in Bleakersville, Texas" was the headline of the report. Boy, did they ever have the story all screwed up though. CNN's take on what happened had very few facts. The story had just broken and I guess they just make stuff up until they get around to finding out what really happened. They reported a nationwide manhunt for Dally and me. They didn't know our names and the vague description of us, provided by the town folk, could fit a large portion of the teen population in the world. Even our haircuts are not unheard of. A lot of kids have short buzz cuts. The TV report said that two teenage boys were wanted for questioning in connection with a "Breaking and Entering" at the Bleaker Cattle Ranch. There were unconfirmed reports that the Sheriff and Skeets had been tortured. They showed a picture over and over of the Sheriff and Skeets being loaded into an ambulance with a sheet over each of them so we couldn't tell how much duct tape remained on the Bleakers, although it was probably a lot.
Dally snorted at the misinformation being reported, but told me not to worry 'cause the story would unravel and get corrected eventually. And, in the meantime, all the world's greatest detectives put-together couldn't find us. We went swimming, so fuck 'em. We both swam for an hour and then drank cokes and ate our dinner at a table around the pool. We're relaxing more a little bit at a time, hour by hour. By the time the evening news was on there were unconfirmed rumors from leaks either by the State Police or the FBI that a serial killer could possibly be connected to the Bleakersville story. The two un-named suspects, Dally and me, were still the focus of the news broadcasts however. Dally felt that probably the FBI knew by now that they had a sensational case on their hands. As they reviewed all the evidence that we'd left for them it would be obvious that Dally and me were just two potential victims and who had no involvement in the rape and murder of the boys. Sure enough, by the next morning the two suspects had changed from being the two unknowns, Dally and me, to being the Sheriff and his brother, Skeets. Charges were filed and they were taken from the hospital to a prison facility. Dally and me were now the two heroes who had over powered the monsters and then managed to escape. They begged us on the TV broadcasts to come in and help with the case against the Bleakers. Yeah, fat chance! We listened to talk radio as we drove through Mississippi and into Alabama. On all the talk radio programs we were applauded as the bravest of heroes. We heard basically the same message all the way through Alabama and Georgia. Same story as Dally drove us right into Florida too. Nice to be applauded and called a courageous hero. Dally jokenly bitched that no one elevated us to "super" heroes, like Batman and Robin, maybe. He wants to drive all the way to the bottom of Florida to Key West. I wondered why, and he said, "Just because we can, Danny." So we drove to Key West, Florida where it's a short boat ride to Cuba for those who are dumb enough to want to get to there. Our travels had taken more than two weeks; we took our time and only drove four or five hours a day. We have no special time table, just do what we feel like doing. If we liked something about a place, we'd spend sometimes two nights. Slowly but surely the accurate story of the Bleakers Cattle Ranch emerged. We followed the reports in newspapers and watched TV news every day. It was obvious to everyone after two weeks that the Bleakers were the worst kind of monsters, in deep, deep shit. Dally and my rather mundane activities may have seemed boring to others perhaps, but everything we did was luxurious to us as we crawled along unconcerned about what others thought. Innocuous matters like our body hair went about it's business of slowly growing out. It had reached the prickly stage after the first five days, but we persevered through that and it continued to grow past the prickly stage and was no longer in our thoughts. We were just starting to let ourselves have some fun now and then....laugh a little.
We stopped to check out most of the tourist spot that advertised themselves on billboards along the highway. Hooker Cave, and the world's largest ball of string, and the fire cracker super store, and every damn silly thing you can think of. We paid to see it, or eat it, or whatever. Somehow Dally had known that a frivolous road trip like ours would be a good first step toward healing and adjusting back to the normal world. Just to be able to get out of bed when we wanted and choose what we wanted for breakfast was a new and wondrous thing to us, especially for me as I'd been away from civilization the longest. At times we'd pinch ourselves to be sure we're not dreaming this wondrous change of fortune. Dally would give me a hug or squeeze the back of my neck or rub my head, but that was about it for bodily contact and affection. I couldn't help but wonder if that was all there was ever going to be. It was surprisingly easy to admit to myself that I longed for more. I ached to lie naked with Dally in bed. To cuddle and hug with him and to kiss his mouth; kissing his mouth is what I really wanted to do the most. It's an odd feeling to have, but I have it in my heart just the same. I stare at his face sometimes, whenever I can do it without Dally noticing actually. Lots of spontaneous boners in bed too. Sometimes the room we rented had only one bed and we'd shared it, but he's made no move to touch me. I began jerking off a couple of times a day in the bathroom just from my fantasies of Dally, and jerking off is another thing I haven't done in two years. I guess the sheriff turned me into a queer, but Skeets apparently hadn't turned Dally into one. One more thing about Skeets for me to hate. The parts of Key West we saw are, well, quaint. I guess that,s a good overall description, but of course we didn't venture into the classy part of town 'cause there are some expensive looking hotels. Dally is interested in renting a room in a 'Bed & Breakfast' place. I'd never heard of that, but sure enough, we see some big houses advertising themselves as "Bed & Breakfast" VACANCY. It's kind of off-season down here so we had no trouble renting a very nice room for an entire week. I was happy we'd be staying in one place for a while. Driving can get tiresome. The place we stayed at is owned and operated by two middle aged men who I'd have to say are probably gay. I don't have much experience with gay people, but I'm pretty sure these guys are gay. They're really nice to Dally and me though, and insisted we take the premium room with a big feather bed at the 'normal' room rate.
The younger of the two proprietors, George, gushed with enthusiasm about how Dally and me are going to love sleeping in that feather bed. It does look comfortable. Since I'm apparently gay now myself, I felt I should fit in real well at 'George and Terry's Bed & Breakfast'. That's the name of it. Both guys are very accommodating I must say. Terry is a bit clumsy and is always falling into me, but he apologizes so much I can't hold his clumsiness against him. When I told him that I wouldn't hold it against him he said, "Oh my dear, Danny...you can hold it against me all you want. Please do!" So nice and polite. Still, I can't say I understand why he'd want me to be critical of him. The important thing is we're all getting along wonderfully. And I do indeed like the place a lot. That first night Terry and George insisted we come to the pier with them to see the sunset and have dinner as their treat. WOW! That sunset was beautifully spectacular. We learned that lots of people visit Key West primarily because of the sunsets over the ocean, which are always very special. We got to the dock a half hour or so before the sunset and had cocktails. George bought Dally and me a grapefruit and vodka drink with cherry juice added for sweetness, in plastic cups. I must say, it was very good although I felt woozy a short time after finishing it. Terry said that's because I drank it too fast. He stood behind me and held me around the waist for the remainder of the sunset to steady me. They are both very thoughtful men. For some reason Dally had a kind of mysterious half smile on his youthful, cute face most of the evening, his green eyes shining brightly. I love looking at him.
We ate fried shrimps, cole slaw and some kind of dark rice at a small table on a balcony overlooking the ocean. Dally and our two hosts shared a bottle of white wine while I had two large cokes. Dally told lies about our trip and who we were while I mostly nodded and smiled. Terry kept patting my hand as if I were a seven year old and that's Ok, they're very nice, as I've said. This was a very good first night in Key West and before we went upstairs to bed Terry and George both kissed us on the cheeks goodnight, so I was right about them being gay it seems. Dally and I sunk into that feather bed and met sort of in the middle. It was a very soft mattress and I had the thrill of my life sleeping all night right up against Dally. He even put his arm around me and I think he kissed me,or at least licked me. Either one would be fine. I'm not naive, I know Dally was drunk when we went to bed and probably wouldn't remember the kiss or face lick by morning. No matter, I loved it. I stayed awake longer than Dally and made sure my legs were against his. Oh my God what a boner I got from doing that, it was awesome. When it got too painful and my balls surely had to be a deep shade of blue, I carefully got out of bed and went in the bathroom to fist my boner shooting a long stream of cum up on the mirror above the sink. What a hot, hot sensational climax I had thinking about Dally. Something simple like wanking off was like a new thing for me because that revolting sheriff milked my balls dry for two years. I'd forgotten how much fun jerking off can be and how great it feels.
In the morning Dally was all smiles and he wrestled around with me in bed, which had me springing another boner that I'm sure Dally felt as we wrestled. That was embarrassing, but thankfully he didn't mention it and, Jesus, I had another hot wank just before taking a shower. Whew, Dally really made me hard. This is all so great I need to keep pinching myself to be sure it's real. Downstairs for breakfast Terry and George tried to outdo each other taking care of Dally and me. There were three other guys staying here at the inn, but they were older and more serious types. One of them has been here for an entire month doing water color paintings of Key West. The other two were together on some kind of business trip. Something to do with their travel agency and I assume they're gay too. Maybe some of gayness around here will rub off on Dally. The one place we choose to stay in and everybody is gay; sometimes it's better to be lucky than smart. Terry almost ended up in my lap when he served my breakfast. Man oh man, the poor guy is a total 'klutz' but so nice no one criticizes him. As a matter of fact Dally and George get the biggest kick out of it how clumsy Terry is. I gave Dally a frown hoping to get him to stop laughing at Terry becauseTerry's feelings might get hurt. On the other hand, Terry thought it was funny too.
After breakfast we toured Ernest Hemingway's home and museum, he was a famous Key West author apparently. Then we went on a bus tour of the entire Key which lasted three hours and was interesting, but maybe a bit too long. It was relaxing though, riding on a bus and with someone explaining all the sights, and then of course there's the boner I got from the way the bus moves, which is always appreciated. We went to the beach after lunch and this is pretty much the way the whole week went. The temperature is in the 80s with lots of sunshine. Every night we had cocktails on the pier at sunset and on Saturday there's a Gay Trolley tour which Terry gave us free passes for. He said a friend of his drove the bus. His friend, Myles, was just as clumsy as Terry. Jeez, I spend half my time keeping those two from falling over. Very nice guys though, always smiling and laughing. Dally too, a little more so lately, which I'm happy to see. At nights and sometimes when I'm lying in the lounge chairs on the beach I'll think about the horrors I lived through on that ranch. It's like impossible to comprehend how bad that was, and how good this is and in the same reality; the same time and dimension. How could the two totally opposite experiences exist on the same planet? Evil in one and innocent, goodness, and happiness in the other. I shiver, and feel sick thinking about those poor boys who where murdered by the two psycho brothers. And I feel scared and nervous thinking about what was done to me for all those months too, unspeakable things. Occasionally at night tears wet my cheeks contemplating my fate it it hadn't been for Dally. I wondered, in my musings, if I'd know somehow, when they did finally kill me; if I'd know that I'd been murdered and thrown into a dirt hole? You know, if my soul or something would recognize it or just know it happened somehow. I can't talk about these thoughts with Dally because he says were in a "no Bleakersville zone" for a month. He's afraid we'll fixate on the terror and horrors we went through rather than fixating on our escape and our good fortune now. Dally wants me to enjoy the present for a while and then he and I will spend some time talking together about the Ranch until we're talked out and then we'll go back to concentrating on our good fortune in the present again. Dally says we'll sneak up on reality. He said he doesn't have anything to back him up on this, but he just thinks we need to do it this was.
dally's always saying, "It's you and me Danny. You're always going to have me alongside to help if you need me." I nod my head because it's a comforting thought that Dally will always be by my side. I'm immature for my age probably, and that's probably because I never got the chance to mature with normally. I probably regressed from the cruelty inflicted on my person all that time. I actually didn't feel human most of the time on the ranch. I felt I was something in the lower order from the German shepherd that fucked me. Dally's bringing me back. He says, "Both of us Danny, but you particularly, have a lot of very negative baggage to work through. You more than me because you were there almost three times longer then me. We'll heal and acclimate to regular life together, forever if need be. Until we're both well at least. Trust me, Danny. You can place your trust in me." Those types of conversations or pep talks do a lot for me and my self image. If a boy like Dally feels I'm worth his time and effort, I must be an okay person myself. I keep telling myself that anyway. We were having fun and we're beginning to really feel relaxed and comfortable too so we let Terry and George talk us into staying another week. They said we could stay at half the regular room rate, but Dally insisted we pay full price. As it turns out there are many gay guys in Key West; the gay trolley tour outlined the history of gay and lesbian activities in Key West that went back many years. Ha ha, I really liked that tour because I wanted Dally to adsorb the culture, so to speak. It wasn't uncommon to see guys walking down the street holding hands like it was no big deal. Young guys and old guys. There were also some young cute guys who I found myself staring at. Surprised me that I stared because I didn't realized I was so interested in guys before; Dally yes, but other boys too it seems. Maybe I was too young or too oblivious before my arrest to explore my sexuality. Of course, during the last two years, as I was being raped and beaten on a regular basis, it would be difficult to take note of subtle changes in my sexuality and I never gave it a thought actually. Thinking about it now, it occurs to me that the sheriff didn't turn me gay. It was perhaps my nature, and I've simply grown into it now that I have a life again. I kinda prefer that rather then thinking the sheriff has any lasting affect on me, and I hoped it's true that he doesn't.
Terry and George introduced us to some of their friends who invited us to a cook-out at a rich gay guys house. Terry tried to teach me to dance and I did okay, but Dally apparently learned to dance before being arrested. He danced with some of the girls that were at the party and as far as I can he seemed to be having a good time with them so I didn't interfere. I had a couple of beers and met a young gay guy who's one of the older gays' nephew. His name is Frankie but he isn't real cute, although he does have a nice taut body and he seems to like me. He's a very touchy boy, his hands always on me in one way or another, but that didn't bother me; it felt good. I practiced dancing with him until he began rubbing his hand on my crotch. I don't know, it didn't seem right so I made my way over to Dally shortly after the crotch rub. Later I saw Frankie with another younger guy and he waved and smiled at me so I guess there are no hard feelings. Frankie and this other boy were slow dancing together, but it was almost like they were doing a fuck with their clothes on more than dancing. It scared me in the pit of my stomach, gave me a funny feeling, and it gave me a stiffy too. I thought about doing that with Dally and my boner started leaking. On the beach the next day a nice looking young guy came up to Dally and me and introduced himself as a guest who'd just checked in at George and Terry's Bed and Breakfast. His name was Dylan Curtis and he's 21 years old. The three of us hit it off wonderfully and Dally, me, and Dylan were inseparable the rest of the week. Terry and George said they were jealous we spent all our time with Dylan, and Terry said to Dylan, "You bad, bad boy. I would never have told you about Danny and Dally if I knew you were going to steal them from Georgie and me." We all laughed. It's become easier to laugh day by day.
Every night we all meet at the pier for cocktails and that great sunset that never disappoints. I really liked being here with these gay guys and Dallas, which is what Dylan calls Dally all the time, was just as relaxed with all gay guys as me, but still no touching between us. That fabulous feather bed made sure we slept close together though, and thank God for that at least. He'd put his arm across my shoulders and I loved that, but that was the extent of it. Often I'd roll into Dally and rub my forehead against the side of his face . The feel of Dally and his yummy personal smell has be hard most the time we're in the feather bed together. A number of time I made sure Dally felt my boner a on his belly or his thigh and my face gets red as a beet and hot as the sun while I was doing it too. My heart would pound to beat the band when my boner's against Dally, but he wouldn't make a move to encourage anything further. He had a boner many times too and I felt that sexy thing every chance I got. Always I yearn to kiss him and taste his mouth; constant craving.
During the day our new friend Dylan, who has tons of energy, entertained Dally and me being funny doing impersonations of the other guests and famous people we all know from TV or the movies. Dally and me almost peed our shorts laughing at Dylan ten times a day. Dylan's blond with a great tan and a tight smooth body. He's another one of those touchy/feely guys, especially with both Dally and me. We were always being touched by Dylan in some manner or other. I loved it all actually. Near the end of the week we discovered that Dylan has a hair salon in Miami beach. Dally and me had not had a haircut for a six weeks now and our hair was an more than an inch long all over our head. Dylan said it was not a hot look. He trimmed it around the sides and back so that we looked a little "hotter" now. That's what Dylan said anyway. We stayed a third week because Dylan said, "Fuck it. I'm in love with Dally and Danny and we simply must repeat last week so I was naughty and called my salon to tell Tyrone that he is in charge another week. Aren't you all thrilled I'm staying?" He made this announcement at dinner the Saturday night before we were all leaving. George and Terry seemed so happy at that prospect that I hoped Dally would say okay to another week too. Dally poured himself and me some wine, and said, "It's up to Danny. He was saying just last night that he can't wait to get back to our farm in Idaho. Didn't you, Danny?" Everyone was smiling because they all knew I'd want to stay another week so, as a joke, I said, "Sorry guys, but I miss picking those potatoes too much. Can't wait to get back on the farm." Then I said, "Oh no! I lied. To hell with Idaho! We're staying!" We all laugh and tap our wine glasses together for a toast to another week. We'd become close friends and I almost made me wish we could tell them the truth about ourselves, but Dally was adamant that we keep the Bleaker Ranch tragedy to ourselves.
The third weeks was even better then the first two. Dylan rented a fishing boat for the week and the three of us, Dally, Dylan, and me spent a great deal of time on it during the day. Dylan taught Dally and me how to fish. Friday we came in after a day on the water with sun burned noses. Everyone at George and Terry's was glued to the TV. "What going on?" asked Dally. And it was of course the Bleaker Ranch; they'd found the mass graves. It was located 300 yards behind the barn and the remains of over twenty boys were mixed together under just three feet of dirt. Dally and I excused ourselves after saying how horrific was. We watched the news report alone in our room holding hands. I was so afraid again, seeing the ranch and thinking of the horrible Bleaker brothers and realizing how close we came to sharing the same fate too in that dirt hole. We'd been hearing and reading reports right along about the case. The Sheriff and Skeets were in solitary confinement in separate facilities awaiting trial, nine months away. They were to be tried separately for twenty murders so far, and hundreds of rapes on minors. Some details from the sex tapes also leaked out bit by bit too. The background story that led to the discovery of the grave site isn't surprising. Nothing much was happening when it was about a bunch of poor kids and then a wristwatch with a personalized inscription was identified as belonging to a sixteen year old boy who's identity was discovered, but not his remains. The boy's been missing for three years; the son of a prominent Texas oil man. The boy ran away from home away after a temper tantrum over the loss of driving privileges and he became one of Sheriff Bleaker's victims. When someone with money, like that irate Texas oil man starts screaming for action the shit hits the fan. "Where are my son's remains? What are you incompetent people doing to find it? And, how did you let this abomination happen in the first place?"
And when the shit hits the fan a tremendous amount of pressure from the top on down drops like a freight train on somebody's head. The FBI and Police felt the pressure to continue looking for more remains. All kinds of machinery was brought onto the Bleakers property and the digging began anew. They found the grave site the third day of digging and as the body count continued to raise the outrage from the families of those boys and the public in general was a very big noise. "You mean to tell us that over twenty boys were put into slave labor on that ranch and were repeatedly raped and beaten with bull whips and all of them eventually brutally murdered and thrown in a dirt hole and nobody in that shit-kicker town had any idea it was going on? Is that what you expect us to believe?" FBI agents swarmed into Bleakersville looking for other accomplices and on and on it went. Dally and I felt sick after watching the report. It brought it all back to us and put a damper on everything. We held on for another day, but the reality of it all made having 'fun' impossible for us now. Dally made up a story of an injury in Idaho necessitating our immediate return. We left our new friends promising to return next summer and we promised to keep in touch. No one could believe that neither Dally nor I had an email address. We took their's though, for when we get a computer. What did they expect, we're from the potato state, Idaho.
Dally and I drove up the East coast of America stopping often. We talked almost exclusively about the horrors of the Bleaker Ranch, and the boys who died, and our experiences there and how much we hated and despised the Sheriff and Skeets. After three days of talking there wasn't anything left to say, but it was beneficial to talk about the horror, to get it all out. Dally imposed another ban on conversations about anything to do with that horrible place for another month. We were in another "Bleaker-free zone", the only exception being if some major breaking story about some new discovery or something like that happened, and I prayed it didn't. We went back to talking about current positive things in our lives. It took us a week, but we ended up at an ocean resort town in the state of New Jersey called Wildwood. It's a wild place alright and unlike Key West, Wildwood was definitely "in season". Hordes of people. In Wildwood they have a long boardwalk along the beach and it's fun to walk the boards which we did for a couple of nights. We tried a lot of the food that was sold on the boardwalk and we tried the amusement rides, especially the dare-devil thrill rides. They have a ride called the double-shot that gave us a real rush so we went on that one four times. It was fun, although we didn't encounter any guys who appear were openly gay, so it wasn't as much fun for me as Key West. Dally said he's heard that there was a kind of gay haven in Cape Cod, Massachusetts, so we drove there. From Wildwood to Cape Cod was almost an eight hour drive. Then another hour to the very end of the Cape to, Provincetown. It's crowded here too, really crowded. There's a definite gay presence here for sure. Unfortunately there were no rooms available; it's a totally sold out Provincetown that we've come to in the middle of the summer. What the hell, we tried. After waiting forty-five minutes we got a table to eat at least. A restaurant right at the ocean's edge where a nice guy, who I thought might be gay, asked if he could share our table because he'd need to wait an hour an hour for another one. An odd thing, sharing our dinner with a stranger, but we invited him to sit with us anyway. He was a friendly, middle aged man. A real chatty fellow offering information about Provincetown. We told him about our recent trip to Key West and he told us a couple stories about his trips there.
After a nice dinner, we're getting up to leave and he asks where we're staying. We explained we drove down here on a whim only to find there are no vacancies anywhere in town. The man says, "What a shame, boys. Let me make a few calls, see if there's something I can do for you. We stood outside the restaurant and he made some cell phone calls and finally got us a room in another 'Bed and Breakfast'. He led us there in his car. The inn has a great view of the ocean, but the room itself couldn't compare with our special room in Key West. This Bed & Breakfast place is much bigger too with twenty-eight guests. A larger guest group has it's benefits though as Dally and I are not the center of attention, and this was a good thing now because we wanted to spend more time alone, just the two of us. We hiked and rented scooters and walked the beautiful sand dunes. The Bed and Breakfast has an excellent restaurant and not just for breakfast, but dinner too. Our third night there, after dinner, we were talking with a couple of real-high roller type gay guys. They were very into themselves bragging about their European travels and West Coast experiences and brushes with the famous of Hollywood. These guys were slightly boring except they had a big point in their favor, and it's that they bought Dally and me after dinner drinks. The drink tasted like cherries. So we stayed with them for an hour or so. Dally and me got a little tipsy from too many of those drinks and the gay guys did sneak in a hug on us saying goodnight, and one of them says, "Have fun in bed you two hotties", so they obviously thought Dally and me were gay. I wish that were true.
Later in bed after we'd brushed our teeth and stripped down to our boxer shorts I work-up the courage to say my longest speech ever to him, "Dally, do you remember one time you said that if me and you had sex together that would be more than okay with you, and then you asked me if it would be more than okay with me? Do you remember that because I never answered you. Dally I want to tell you my answer now It's this: yes, it's more than okay with me." When I'd started up with my speech I was feeling a little drunk and had the false courage that goes with that, but by the time I finished-up I was running our of oxygen because it seemed to come-out in one long sentence, and by the end my false courage had run out. My face was bright red and my eyes were watering. I thought, 'Why did I ever say to Dally what I just said?' Dally was looking me in the eyes while I was saying that very long sentence, and he hesitated before answering me. I felt so embarrassed I looked away. Dally gently pulls my face around with his index finger under my chin and says, "Look at me Danny." When I did he slowly moved his face closer and closer to mine and then he put his lips on my lips and kissed me the sweetest kiss I'd ever felt. My eyes close and shortly his tongue goes between my lips and then between my teeth and he licked against my tongue causing sensation like nothing I'd ever experienced before and made my body shiver all over. Dally held my head with both his hands and kissed my lips again, then licked my tongue again too and I felt all squirmy and deliriously wonderful. It's nothing like anything I'd ever even imagined; it's much better than my imagination could come up with.
Breathing little shallow breaths Dally finally takes his lips away and puts the side of his face next to mine. He breathed deeply then, and kissed my ear whispering to me, "Oh, how much I've wanted to do that with you, Danny," and he kissed me two long kisses on the side of my forehead. He was so intense with the kisses that a few new waves of shivers again swept from my head to my toes making my shoulders shudder. He rubs his nose back and forth against my nose, saying, "You are so perfect and delicious, but I made myself wait for you to bring "us" up; or for you to at least ask about us . I was afraid if I tried something you might feel I was forcing myself on you, maybe even just a little, and then maybe you's think of one of those monsters. I was so afraid you might associate me with them if I tried to move too fast with you. Oh my God you taste good." And he kisses various parts of my face and licks all across my forehead with just the tip of his pink tongue. We kissed the way the French boys kiss, gently sucking on each other's tongue while I hugged and rubbed Dally all over his lean, tight, smooth body. It was way, way beyond anything I could ever make up in my head. Better than any dream I ever had of Dally. I could feel Dally's hard boner and I know he can feel mine because he rubbed his legs back and forth over the leaking head of mine until there was a shiny wet spot on his thigh. After ten minutes or so Dally again whispered in my ear, "Danny, can I suck on your boner, please?" I said, "Oh yes...oh yes, do."
He pulled my boxer shorts down below my balls and then began a round-about route to my boner, kissing and licking, and sucked down under my chin and all around my neck and chest from one of my nipples to the other, sucking and lightly biting them as they stood straight out just as hard as my dick, and then Dally licked his way down, with little quick licks the entire length of my breast bone and little licks here on my belly and there or my belly causing shivers all over me again. He spends a long time on my belly, just above my pubes and then back up a little to my belly button and down again all around my pubes with one long, slow lick down to my boner and onto my balls and under my balls and up my balls, again to my hard leaking cock and finally my boner is in his warm, wet, soft, luxurious-feeling mouth. He sucks and licks it till I'm squirming, my whole body's in motion as I moan, "Oh Dally..Oh Dally..Dally Ohhhhhh AH ahhhh AHHHHH " and I shoot cum out of my pee hole and squeal again as more cum travels the length of my boner to squirt in Dally's mouth. Another moan of pleasure as another good long streak of cum, longer than the others streams from my cock. My back arches at this new and wonderful beyond-belief way of pouring out my spunk. Everything's feeling so good it's other worldly and as the last oozes of cum is sucked from my boner I realize I'm holding onto Daly's head too tightly with both my hands and loosen my hold and play with his soft hair instead. Feeling the best I've ever felt in my life I lay here enjoying a fabulous whole-body tingling, my face wet with our saliva and with my tears of joy; nothing could ever feel this good again.
Dally continues to lightly suck on my cock until every drop of cum is out of my nuts. He looks in my eyes with those large, incredibly green eyes of his straining at the top of their sockets, beautiful eyes surrounded by long, curved eye lashes. A little wrinkle in his forehead and a cute smile on his lips with my cock in the middle of it. His hair has grown out and I run my fingers through it again as I stare back at a his beautiful face. He looks a lot younger than nineteen and it made me wonder how this young kid saved both our lives against odds; against the evil of two madmen. Looking at Dally I'm also thinking about how much I love him. I slowly calm down, my heart beat under a hundred beats per minute, I'm able to realize there's a lot of wetness on my legs. It registers then that Dally was stroking his boner as he sucked me off and he'd shot his load on my legs just seconds after I'd finished with mine. He was breathing as hard as I me during that best few minutes of my life. My head's on my pillow as Dally straightened up to share the same pillow with another kiss for me. He still has some of my cum in his mouth and we licked each other's tongue again and then Dally rubs his wet lips back and forth on my cheek as he's pulling me gently against him. We hug each other tight at first, and then we just hold on to one another, touching our bodies against one another as much as we can. We talk quietly of love and sex and I tell Dally I love him and I have for months, even when we were enslaved. I tell him how much it meant to me that he gave me the ability to hope upon hope that we'd escaper the ranch one day. Without hope there is nothing. "You gave me a reason to keep living, Dally, and then actually saved us both from certain death in a dirt hole grave." He says, "We both saved ourselves, Danny. You gave me hope too; wanting to save you was motivation for me in my darkest moments on that hell-hole of a ranch." Well, he's my hero no matter what he says, and I never expect to ever feel about anyone the way I feel about Dally. "You may think I'm too young at seventeen or maybe too inexperienced to know if I'm in love, but I know with a certainty that I do love you, Dally, and I'm going to love you all my life, and longer if possible.
We tasked on feeling wonderful about our love. Dally says he'd never felt so protective of anyone, not even his little brother, as he'd felt for me. He was puzzled by that feeling at first and he's still not sure what it is about me that brought that protective quality out in him. And then that protective feeling turned into one of really caring about me and wanting to get to know me and to spend time with me and then, eventually his feeling for me turned into love. He said he has never been in love before either. But, like me, he knows it when he feels it and he loves me. Our mutual admiration society led to more kissing and hugging and rubbing of our bodies, not being able to get enough of each other and It's wondrous beyond words. Young love, first love; is there anything more powerful? Much later I suck on Dally's boner and as he strokes my latest boner and we both have nice cum shots again making us shiver and hug each other all over again. In the morning we go at it again and it's always a truly magnificent feeling when I shoot my load of sperm. Each time I'm thinking to myself, 'It's impossible that I'll feel this awesome every single time or is it possible?' What a time we had in Provincetown the night of our first declarations of love, and sex. On two separate occassions strangers on the street, gay strangers, mention that we look especially happy today. They always give a wink like they know why we do too. I guess we're giving off vibes of being in love and Dally and I smile all the harder because it is true that we're very much in love. We stay only three weeks in Provincetown and our last night there Dally had his first anal sex with me. At the very beginning of penetration I knew right away that nothing could top this as a sexual turn-on for me and as he slowly entered me deeper and deeper I savored that filled-up feeling with each additional second it went on. The sensations got more and more wonderful and I couldn't stop moving my head back and forth concentrating on how fabulous it felt to have him inside me. His thrusting, over and over, on my prostate almost made me scream with pleasure. I put my hand in my mouth and blew spit around it hardly believing the wonderful feeling of being fucked by the boy I love. Before I thought nothing could feel better than oral sex, but now I know I was wrong because being fucked by Dally is way better even than his oral sex.
Two hours after Dally fucked me I returned the favor and the sexual arousal of being inside the boy I love is like an out-of-body experience. So many new and out of this world wonderful sensations had me constantly humming and not just my voice, but my entire body was humming. It's the most intimate thing I've ever done or could ever imagine doing. I love it, but for getting me hot and getting me to cum a long, hard stream of spunk nothing compares to being fucked by Dally. He truly fills me up and I love to hear him gulping with the sexual pleasure he feels from fucking his Danny boy. God Almighty, but I'll bet Dally and me could bore the socks off half of Provincetown talking about how hot each of us is for the other. I'm sure it can get a bit yucky listening to us two go on and on about how fabulous we think each other is, but there it is. Danny loves Dally and Dally love Danny, period. We drove from Massachusetts on a long, round about way to Chicago, Illinois. That's Dally's home town, but he had no intention of seeing his mother. He won't go into any details, but I think from a few things Dally's said, she's on drugs and neglected Dally when he was real young. When he reached his teens his mother would have her "boyfriends" stay over night and sometimes they slapped Dally around. I don't know what happened to his father. We're here in Chicago because Dally knew of a guy who, for a thousand dollars would set you up with a drivers license, social security card, a Visa card and a Passport. Dally found the guy the second night we were there and two hours later Dally and me had ID. We need it because we're going to Canada. Weeks ago Dally finally got around to counting the money we stole from the Ranch. It wasn't thiry thousand dollars; it was one hundred and ninteen thousand dollars. A pack of hundred dollar bills is one and a half inches thick and equals ten thousand dollars. We had eyes as big as a toddler on Christmas morning when we were counting that god damn money. We were yelling "YIPPEEE" and laughing like two ten year olds. And that was $119,000.00 total after we'd bought the Volkswagen and after we'd been spent money on the road for two months. So the original total was a lot higher. We wondered who the sheriff stole the money from, but we didn't wonder about it for long. Making longer term plans for the future, Dally and I talk for hours and hours and here's what we've come up with: Get ID papers and go to Canada. Canada because there's a culinary school there that Dally wants to go to. He wants to be a chef. Dally likes to cook and he thinks it's a good idea to work at something you like to do. When he told me that I said, "Duh! Ya think?" He gave me the cutest smile. As for me, I liked what our Key West friend, Dylan, described. He has a barber salon for males only and it's located right on a college campus. I liked the idea of cutting young, cute guys hair for my profession. Dally said, "I'm first" and I replied, "I said young, CUTE guys, Dally." Dally said, "Oh, Duh!"...
We did some research and there's a barber college within a reasonable distance of Dally's culinary school so that's where we're going.
What have I learned from all this? Well, life can be very hard but this much I know:
If you find yourself in a nightmare scenario deep, deep in the depths of Hell and you want to get up out of there....up, up, up to a normal life, and then you still want to get up, up, up higher and higher all the way to your idea of utopia. Well, that's a long, long journey that can't be made alone. But, let's say you have a boyfriend who is maybe even beautiful and you fall in love with him, and that love for your boyfriend gets as hot as the surface of the sun and you can't get enough of the way he taste or sounds or feels or looks and you can't ever get enough hugs and your sex gets as hot as your love. AND, to reach utopia your boyfriend feels the exact same way about you! well, yeah, then you can make that long, long journey.
Dally and me did it....
The End
Donny Mumford
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