Chapter 10

Kerry woke early and was busy making the morning coffee when Trey and Brett sauntered up from the beach. They obviously had been up even earlier and judging by their smiles, they hadn’t been checking out the flowers.

Mike and Kenny woke up to the noise of laughter and sunshine as they poked their heads out of the tent flap. Mike smiled as he saw Trey and Brett holding hands and looking at each other every two seconds. He knew they would eventually make a good pair, if only Trey would keep his attitude in check. Mike looked over to see Kerry busy getting breakfast and he could smell the bacon sizzling in the fry pan. Man he loved camping and specially now. He went back inside to get dressed when Kenny reached over and hugged him.

“I like him Mike.”

“Well that’s good, you sure didn’t show it last night.”

“I know, I am sorry, you going to forgive me?”

“Yeah, I suppose so, now come on, I am starved.”

Shortly the two emerged from the tent, and Kenny ran up to the fire, to get to the food quickly. He was starved, too, and he loved bacon. He smiled at Kerry, and patted him on the back as went to go and sit to eat.

“My aren’t you the busy one,” Mike said as he pinched Kerry’s ass while getting his food.

The morning was a great one. They all were relaxed and enjoyed the hot summer’s sun as it beat down on them. For the most part of the day, Trey and Brett had been off down the beach, to be together and alone. Kerry and Mike spent the day swimming and sunning themselves on the beach with Kenny. He stuck close to Mike, and every now and then he looked nervous and apprehensive.

Kerry caught him looking at him several times, in a strange way that made him shiver. He thought that there was something up, but he

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couldn’t put his finger on it. He didn’t say anything to Mike, who was obviously enjoying the day, and being with his brother, his problems temporarily forgotten.

The afternoon passed as ifin a dream sequence. Mike mostly stayed next to Kerry on the beach, sunning himself while reading. He lay stretched out, his shirt off and wearing only a pair of skimpy Speedo’s, out of respect for Kenny, so Kerry thought.

Kerry had his jeans on, but every now and then Mike would reach over and kiss him and pat his crotch, smiling at him. It was like a couple of newlyweds, on their honeymoon resting up from the first stages of their passion.

Kenny mostly hung around Mike and Kerry. He went swimming and then would lie either next to Kerry or Mike, sleeping in the warmth of the sun.

Every now and then Trey and Brett would show up and join Mike and Kerry in the water, splashing and then kissing and then they would hurry away to be alone. Kerry smiled at the way Trey was being so affectionate to Brett. It sure was nice.

It was an idyllic afternoon. Youth carousing around in the water, then surrendering to their desires. The only blemish was when Kenny would strip his shirt off to join in the frolicking.

You could see the dark bruises on his face, his eyes were both blackened and turning a deep purple. You could see the bruising around the mouth and when his shirt was off, his whole body was covered in welts and bruises. Whatever had happened, he wasn’t talking and Kerry could see Mike’s face each time he looked as his brother. He saw the deep anger and rage buried behind his dark eyes whenever Kenny took his shirt off.

The sun was at its warmest and Kerry was enjoying the glistening beads of sweat that were forming on Mike’s muscular chest. He thought about leaning over to lick them off and kiss his man when Trey came running down from the camp.

He tossed a pair of jeans to Mike and as he caught his breath he blurted out that someone was coming down the trail, they weren’t far from the camp.

Mike sat up and looked at Kenny then pulled the jeans on. The four then hurried back to the campsite to await the strangers.

“Kenny you go wait in the tent with Trey, and Trey, you be ready,” Mike ordered in a calm flat voice.

Kerry was suddenly afraid as he saw Brett toss a rifle to Mike and then holding one himself, went and sat down by a tree out of sight.

Mike had laid out his hunting rifle by the fire, and sat, facing the trail, waiting as the noise of tramping feet and heavy breathing people grew louder. His rifle within easy reach but not visible from anyone

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coming into the campsite. He positioned Kerry next to him, to further conceal the weapon, and they waited.

“What’s with the guns?” Kerry softly asked Mike. This wasn’t the city and he never really was comfortable around people with guns. He could fire them, his father made sure he learnt, but he hated them. They were too dangerous for his tastes.

“Quiet Kerry, it is just in case, you never know who it could be,” was all Mike would say.

His face was blank, no expressions, nothing. His eyes had seemed to close over, there was no sparkle, no life in them, it was like they had become nothing more than a camera lens, watching and seeing but showing nothing that was behind them.

The noise grew louder and flashes of a brilliant orange could be seen moving through the dense bush. There were clearly two men approaching them, and Mike’s hand now rested nervously on the rifle handle as the orange blobs became clearer.

One second they were obscured by the trees and then suddenly they were out in the open. Mike breathed a sigh as he recognized the football coach and his assistant.

“Hey Coach, what you doing out here?”

“Mike…  well, you couldn’t have picked a spot closer to the road?” the coach answered, wiping his brow and looking around.”Got anything cool to drink Mike?”

“Yeah, hey Trey, bring out a couple of cold ones for the Coach,” he yelled to the tent.

Trey came out, slowly with a couple of cold cans of pop. Mike smiled at that, silently complimenting Trey on his smarts in not bringing any beer out.

“Pop? yeah like you guys don’t have any beer,” the coach said as he drank one can straight away, tossing the other to his assistant.

“Now, where would we get beer Coach?” Mike said, sizing the two up, wondering why they were here. They had a backpack each, but that was it, so they weren’t out for the fun of it.

“Okay, I ain’t gonna argue the point, not now… Mike, is Kenny here with you?” the coach asked as he sat down, not moving in any closer. He was looking around as he wiped his forehead, seeing Kerry but not yet seeing Brett. Trey stood by the tent flap, and the coach noticed how he stiffened with his question.

“Why?” was all Mike said.

He had relaxed some when he recognized the coach, but with the question he suddenly stiffened. His hand was back on the rifle now, firmly gripping the handle as he looked around, his eyes narrowed as he stared at the coach.

“There’s been trouble at your place, Mike, and well, either we bring

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him home or the sheriff is going to have to come out here” “What the fuck are you talking about, Coach?” “Mike, there is no easy way to say this, but well, it looks like Kenny

really did a number on your old man… look, let’s you and me go for a

walk and I’ll explain it all to you.” “NO!” Mike was in turmoil now. He could see the serious look on the

Coach’s face and his heart started to beat a mile a second. Kerry reached out, and without anyone seeing, he rested his hand on Mike’s, trying to convey his support.

“Okay, have it your way, son, but this is serious.”
“What happened?”
“Is Kenny here, Mike? I need to know.”
“I SAID, WHAT HAPPENED!”
“I’m here,” a voice said from behind Trey. Kenny moved around

him and stood now in the opening of the tent, his head hanging down. “Is he, is he dead?” he asked. “WHAT? Is who dead? Kenny shut up!” Mike yelled, panic in his

voice as the words hit him hard. “It’s okay Mike, I…” “Shut up Kenny, leave this to me,” Mike ordered, regaining his

control, his hand flexing on the gun handle, Kerry’s hand squeezed it and he looked over to him. There was fear in the dark eyes and Kerry

was shaken but he remained calm, trying to tell Mike to take it easy, without saying anything. His eyes locked onto Mike’s and they stared at each other and Mike’s hand released the rifle stock and now squeezed Kerry’s.

“What happened Coach.”
“No, Kenny, he isn’t, but he is in the hospital, pretty banged up

and the Sheriff needs to talk to you.” “NO!” “Mike grow up, you can’t hide him out here, and I promise you

we’ll work this out, but he has to go back with us.” “I said No, I’ll take him back myself.” “Fine, have it your way, but we’ll go with you, just to make sure.” “Mike, it’s okay, you can’t get involved, and this is my fight.” “Fuck off Kenny, it is our fight and fuck you too, Coach, what’s

the matter you don’t trust my word?” “Listen Mike, don’t sass me, I am doing you a favor by coming

here and doing it this way.” “Mike, please don’t.” “No, Ken, all right, Coach, you and I had better take that walk.” “Mike, nothing you say is going to change this.” “This way Coach,” he said, standing up, the rifle in his hand.

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“Kenny you stay in the tent with Trey. Everyone else just stays put while the Coach and I go for a walk.”

“This isn’t smart, Mike.”

“Mike, come on, settle down.”

Kerry was standing next to Mike now, his hand on Mike’s shoulder as he spoke.

“I know what I am doing Kerry, trust me, okay?”

“Sure,” was all Kerry could say.

“This way, Coach.”

Mike pointed down the small hill with the rifle and waited for the coach to get started.

The Coach dropped his pack and headed off in the direction that Mike had pointed to. He was shaking his head and grumbling under his breath but he complied with Mike’s request.

“Trey, you keep Kenny in the tent, Kerry, you hold onto this.”

Mike handed the loaded rifle to Kerry and walked behind, not close to the coach, and they headed away from the camp. Kerry sat down, the rifle held in his sweating hand.

“I could use another soda, Trey,” the coach’s assistant said as he sat down, waiting.

“Yeah, okay, Mark, but don’t press me,” Trey replied.

“You kids, get off it. Trey, if the Coach or I wanted to force Kenny, we wouldn’t have come alone, now would we? You guys watch way too much television, just get the soda.”

He shook his head. There was clear anger in his voice and he was obviously in no mood to trade quips with Trey. He stretched out and Kerry recognized him now, he was one of the assistant coaches and had once been a top rated college star, until some accident or other had ended his career.

The coach walked down along the beach and Mike trailed behind him. Finally he stopped and turned to look at Mike.

“I think this is far enough.”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

Mike stared at the coach. His eyes were dark and there was a deep anger burning inside him.

“What happened? You were supposed to see that Kenny was safe.”

“Mike, you better come into the real world kid, yeah I was supposed to, but that ended when your season ended, there is no longer a reason for me or anyone else to go to bat for you.”

“I see, and that’s it? So, you let some boozer go back to taking it out on his kids now that there is no one left to bring you a championship?”

“Yeah… that’s the size of it, now if you are finished with your sarcasm.”

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“Yeah, I am finished.”

“Good, now out of appreciation for your past, I might be willing to help out one last time, if you cooperate that is.”

“I see, in other words it never really was my athletic prowess on the field that secured your protection, was it?”

“It helped me get the others to fall in line, but no, it wasn’t the main reason, and you know that, if you don’t, well then you aren’t as smart as I gave you credit for.”

‘I hate your fucking guts.”

“Well I never pretended you were in love with me.”

Mike stared at the coach, wanting to smash his fist into his smiling face. He should have known better, but he had no choices left. He couldn’t let Kenny down.

He leaned against a tree as his options raced through his mind. If he agreed to the coach’s obvious price, what would happen with Kerry and him? It was a concern and then what? Even if he did work this out, how could he go away leaving Kenny?

Well the immediate problem was to get Kenny out of this mess. The rest would have to be dealt with later.

“Fine, once you get this all sorted out, then you can collect but not before.”

Mike watched the way the Coach’s eyes followed his body. He knew the Coach enjoyed his looks, and part of his mind enjoyed those glances, but that was before he got involved with Kerry.

“What do you take me for Mike? A complete idiot?”

The coach stared hard at his ex-quarterback. He saw the finely tuned body, the way his arms hung by his side, full of power. His legs sturdy, and equal to those of any decent running back.

“Tell you what, you can give me a down payment, shall we say, here, and then another installment when we get back to town and the final payment can be after, take it or leave it, son, ‘cause you really don’t have a choice and you are lucky I am willing to be this lenient with you. I could just walk away or maybe, even collect from your little brother.”

Mike stared at the Coach. His eyes narrowed as the Coach casually tossed out his terms. The last words almost made Mike lose his control and he balled his fists up, wanting to strike, but he didn’t give in to the temptation.

He saw that the Coach had braced himself, and was ready in case he did strike. Instead he just smiled, deciding to use the brain that had helped him survive for 18 years of living with a boozer and playing for a pervert.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying now can you Coach?”

Mike smiled, the same smile that had so enamored Kerry, and then he slowly lifted one hand to his chest, playing with his nipple, as the

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Coach relaxed.

“I knew you would come to your senses, eventually.”

The coach enjoyed the way his star QB stood there. He licked his lips as Mike was lightly playing with one of his own nipples.

Mike took his other hand and was rubbing his crotch as he kept his head lowered. He felt like a piece of meat that was being fought over by a pack of dogs.

His heart ached from what he was about to do, but Kenny was his brother and he had no choice left. He prayed that Kerry would understand, but he didn’t think he would. He couldn’t blame him either and it was so damn unfair.

“You gonna just stand there or help?” he said to the Coach.

Coach Tom stood up and moved closer to Mike. He was licking his lips and Mike could see that his gyrations had gotten the proper response from the coach. He could see a definite lump in the coaches pants. He closed his eyes as the Coach approached him.

The Coach moved closer, until he was standing right in front of Mike. He smiled at his young star, and his hands reached out, to caress the warm chiseled chest. He let his hands roam across the solid body, feeling the muscles beneath the skin. Mike felt the Coach’s breath on his neck. He arched it back, exposing his full throat to the Coach and felt him kiss it softly, just under his chin. As he did, the coach’s hands roamed across his chest, stopping every few seconds around his nipples, gently tugging on them.

“Hmmm, you still do taste good you know, Mike.”

“Yeah, I know.”

The coach started to nuzzle Mike, kissing his throat and then licking the spot he had just kissed. His hands now played around Mike’s belly, feeling the flat washboard stomach muscles. One hand went down further to rub against the soft crotch. Mike had his eyes closed. His heart rate was rising as was the bile in his throat the Coach’s hands touched his body. He could feel his stomach churning and he swallowed several times, to try and keep his breakfast down. There was no ache in his body, just disgust as the Coach rubbed his own crotch against Mike’s.

“You might want to kind of get it out first, or we’ll be here all day.”

Mike’s words were cold and flat as he spoke, trying to mask his unease.

“What’s your rush?”

“You don’t want anyone to get suspicious do you?”

The Coach backed away from Mike. He looked at him and no longer could he read him, it was like he was looking at a blank wall.

“Yeah, I suppose so.”

“Well, I don’t want anyone to know, so if you want your

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‘installment’ now, that’s the way it is.”

The Coach stared at Mike for a few seconds, then he reached out, grabbing Mike’s waistband, pulling him upright from the tree. He then undid the jeans button quickly, and pushed them down, exposing Mike’s dark pubic hair and soft penis.

He lowered himself to his knees and took the limp penis in one hand, running the other one down the inside of Mike’s leg.

“Looks like you aren’t all that ready to play today son.”

“It’s been a long day, but I am sure you can get me ready, can’t you?”

Mike’s voice had a taunting lilt to it as he spoke. His mind was drifting off as he could feel the Coaches hand cup his balls.

The Coach started to push and play with Mike’s balls. He liked the feel of the rough sac, and he bent down and took the soft penis gently into his mouth. He started to coat it with his saliva and lick the underside. Slowly he could feel the soft member rise and thicken under his tongue.

Carefully he started to move his mouth up and down the now hardening cock. He could feel the vein underneath pulse as more blood came rushing into it. His own blood pressure started to rise as he brought Mike’s cock back to life.

He stopped and stood up, and looking at the young body, he undid his own pants and pushed his boxer shorts down to his ankles, then he went back down to his knees to place Mike’s penis back into his mouth. With the cock firmly in his mouth, he took one hand to push around Mike’s scrotum, his fingers prodding the underside while his other hand now grabbed hold of his own cock. He had no problem with that one, it was sticking a mile out from his groin, rock solid, and he started to stroke it as he bopped his head on Mike’s now hard cock.

As the Coach sucked on his cock, Mike’s mind went back to think of other things. He knew he had no choice in this, and he was experiencing something he never would thought happen to him, he was having trouble getting hard.

He remembered the first time he had let the Coach touch him, and how different it was now. It was 3 years ago, just after he had a knock down fight with his Dad and had wandered the small town streets until he had come to the Coach’s home.

As the Coach’s fingers dug up his ass crack, looking for his pink hole, he saw flash before him that night, when the Coach had taken him in. How nice he had been, talking to him like an equal and not some dumb jock.

He hadn’t rejected him, instead he made him sit down, drink some pop and just calm down. After awhile he had taken him to the bathroom and made him take his shirt off while he cleaned the dried

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blood off of his face and chest.

It was something, the way the Coach who earlier in the day had been barking out orders like a crazed drill sergeant, was now talking softly to him about football plays while gently wiping his cuts and bruises. Even the deep gash on his arm didn’t hurt as the coach pulled the matted hair away and cleaned the open wound with iodine. He did have a soft side and it had made him feel so safe.

Mike had never felt so secure as he did that time in the coach’s bathroom, and when it was all finished he had thrown his arms around the tall lanky older man, hugging him as if he was his father, not his coach.

Mike couldn’t remember exactly how it had happened. He guessed afterwards that it was simply from his own desperate need to be loved by someone that had led him to that time. There was something unreal about being in the Coach’s home, his shirt off, his wounds cleansed and protected by the gentle touch of an older man, that made him reach out for something more.

He had hugged the older man, his tears rolling down his face and the soft gentle voice whispering in his ear had only sent him further over the edge. His mind pictured the way the coach had gently wiped the tears away, and led him back to the living room, to sit on the couch, nestled in the crook of his arm. Mike had felt so wanted then, so loved, that he was at peace, the fear of his father gone, the pain of his cuts dulled as he sat with his head resting on the Coach’s chest.

He must have fallen asleep because his next memory was of him waking up in the dark, on the couch. A soft blanket covered his naked young body, and he felt all warm as he tossed it off.

Mike could see a small light and as he looked over, he could see the coach sitting in a chair, watching him. His body reacted to the smile of his coach’s face, and he started turning red, as he knew he getting an erection.

The coach’s mouth was moving faster up and down Mike’s now solid cock. He was sucking on it as it pushed into his mouth. His fingers were probing the warm pink hole they had found in Mike’s rear.

Mike’s brain flashed back to that night, he saw the Coach smile and felt his own body react. He was embarrassed and looked around for the blanket he had tossed when the coach’s soft voice stopped him.

“Don’t, it is nice to see you truly express your feelings.”

He could still recall those words. How they had stunned him, how they had warmed him and scared him, all at the same time. Mike could feel the way the coach’s eyes were glued to his ever-increasing hard penis. Even when he spoke, he never lost sight of that hard cock, jutting out from the small dark patch of pubic hair.

Mike hadn’t been used to such words or such tenderness. For some

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reason his fear left him and his ache in his groin had made his hand reach down and he was fondling his own cock while his coach watched him. He had lost track of where he was and it was with a start that he came back to earth. It was the coach’s touch on his balls that had brought him back and he raised his head with a sudden jolt that he was staring straight into the coach’s eyes, and his heart melted as the hand on his balls kept gently caressing them.

The coach managed to push two of his fingers into Mike’s ass. He was having a tough time getting Mike’s body to respond but it slowly came around and started responding to his touch. He was pushing his fingers deep into Mike’s asshole, feeling the resistance from the sphincter muscle when suddenly the pressure eased, and the body was now responding fully. Mike’s mind was re-living the first time, the gentleness of the coach’s touch, not the way it was now, not the harshness the roughness.

He could feel the hard probing in his asshole, and yet his brain could now feel the soft gentle push of that first time, and it responded, letting his ass open wider to receive the probing fingers.

There was a shortness of breath now, as his mind no longer down the beach from a camp site, but instead was in a darkened living room, a small night light glowing dimly on a side table.

No sounds of water lapping on the shore could be heard now; instead the gentle hum of an overhead fan was filling his ears. Mike started to groan as he could feel the warm gentle lips wrap around one of his balls, gently kissing it, then slowly letting the whole sac slide into a wet warm mouth.

The Coach could feel the change in Mike. He started to suck hard now on the cock, he could feel it grow inside his mouth as more and more blood started rushing to it. He felt the skin warm up as the blood flowed in. The cock head now filled the back of his throat as he moved his mouth further down the hardened shaft, so his lips brushed against the dark pubic hairs.

His fingers pushed in hard now, ramming in and out of the hot asshole, pushing aside all resistance to get inside and dig deep into Mike’s bowels. His breathing was getting harder and harder, his own hand stroked his own cock now, faster and faster in time with his mouth sliding up and down the huge cock. Mike could feel a slight tremor in his body as his mind kept focusing on that night so many years ago now. How the mere touch of the coach’s hand on his leg had made him shiver, and how each soft word made him quiver.

He could feel his blood rushing from his arms and legs towards his groin. His cock was tickling the back of the coach’s throat. Even then he had a large thick cock. It felt so warm and different when the Coach had gently taken the hard cock and kissed it lightly all over, then let it

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rest on his lips.

How his body shook as the coach slowly let the huge cock slide past his lips and enter his mouth. He felt like skyrockets were exploding in the room as his pubic hairs brushed up against the coach’s stubble that first time.

Mike was lost in memories, as the Coach sucked hard on his cock. His mind no longer thought of today, but of a time past, as his blood rushed towards his throbbing penis. There was an ache in his loins, as the memories flew past his eyes, and he was groaning softly now, his body rocking in the air, tremors raced through once again, bringing his memories more alive than ever before.

Mike’s body was shaking as his mind ignored reality and paraded scene after scene of yesteryear. He was breathing heavy now, his heart rate rising to an almost unbearable point. His body shook as his balls rose and his throbbing penis started to jerk hard and wildly. He was losing control and his body was swaying like a drunk.

The coach was ready, and he could feel the way Mike’s body was moving that his mouth was soon to receive another taste of Mike’s cream. He pushed his fingers in as far as he could, feeling the silky chute muscles tighten around them. His own hand was pumping his own pulsing penis like a mad man. His lips were tightly wrapped around the jerking cock in his mouth, and he could feel it striking hard against his throat.

With a loud cry Mike relinquished his last vestige of control, and his milky white cream came cascading out of his cock, flooding into the coach’s throat, rolling down his throat.

Huge gobs of sticky cum dripped from the coach’s mouth as Mike’s body shuddered with the release. Mike’s legs were feeling like rubber and he was having trouble keeping upright. His hands rested now on the shoulders of the coach, holding him up. The dark pubic hair was pushed right up to the coach’s face, rubbing firmly against the stubble, his balls were slapping the chin and his ass was tightly holding the two fingers, deep inside.

As his last drop of cum dribbled out of his cock, the coach removed his two fingers from the ass, and he slid his lips off of the now softening cock. As it left his mouth, he managed to lick the last drop of white cream off it and leaned back on his hands.

“Finish me Mike,” he groaned, his own cock swaying in front. His hips pushed outwards and up, towards Mike.

Mike fell to his knees as the coach moved back. His breathing was still hard and labored. He leaned forward, and stretched his long legs out and took the hard cock in one hand, while his mouth licked the cock head. Slowly he moved his mouth around the throbbing cock, feeling its heat.

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His mouth moved down the shaft, taking the throbbing penis into his mouth, his tongue licked the underside of the cock, feeling the pulsating vein there, and then his face buried itself into the coach’s pubic hairs.

As Mike’s mouth pushed against the coach’s groin, he could feel the throbbing penis jerk inside. He took one hand to push up the balls. He could feel the coach’s reaction to his touch and the cock started to buck inside his mouth and he could feel the first flow of hot man cum oozing out of the cock head. He pulled his mouth off the cock quickly, and with his other hand he jerked the cock shaft, aiming it back up the coach’s stomach, as his cum oozed out of the head, onto his navel.

The coach was panting as his groin twitched and quivered with his release of cum. He lay down flat, his breathing slowly coming back to normal.

Mike stood up, pulling his jeans up from his ankles, and as he did his button up he spoke to the coach, in a flat hard voice.

“We should get back before they start wondering what’s going on.”

“Yes we should son, but just you remember, this isn’t finished yet.”

“I know that, I keep my word.”

“Yes you do, when reminded, don’t make me have to remind you.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“I mean it Mike.”

“I said yes didn’t I?”

“Lose the attitude kid, it isn’t going to help you.”

As Mike walked back up the small dirt rise towards the camp, his heart felt like a 10-ton weight was on top of it. He just knew that the second his eyes met Kerry’s that Kerry would know about him. He also knew that he would lose Kerry then, and the one chance he had at being happy.

He squared his shoulders and raised his head. Well, at least if he couldn’t be happy he would make sure that Kenny was safe.

“Hey we’re back. Trey, toss me a brew, and I need it.”

“Hey Coach, the Sheriff’s been bugging me, what am I supposed to tell him?”

“Tell him we have it all sorted out and I’ll talk to him tomorrow night at Annie’s, until then, let it rest.”

“Okay.”

“Mike, you better break camp, at first light I want you heading to the cars and back to town, got it?”

“Yeah.”

“Fine, we’ll head back now, and Mike, don’t make me come back later on.”

“We leaving now Coach? It’s going to be dark before we get back to the truck, why don’t we stay here for the night and head back with

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Mike and Kenny in the morning?” “Because I said we are leaving now, so get moving.” “Mike, tomorrow night, you come see me at the house, right?” “Yeah, right.” “No mistakes now Mike.” “I said, right, okay? I’ll be there.” Kerry listened to the verbal exchange. He looked at Mike, trying to

give him comfort but found a blank wall in front. Mike refused to look at him, he looked everywhere but at Kerry, and it made his heart uneasy.

No one said a word as the coach and his assistant started off. Mike stood by the log, his hands by his side as he watched them leave. He glared at the coach’s back, and Kerry could see a deep anger there, specially when the coach turned back to look, before disappearing in the trees. He just smiled and then carried on.

Silence fell over the camp; the only sound was that of the two men walking away tramping through the bush. Gradually that sound became less and still there was silence in the camp.

Brett walked up from his post by the tree.
“So, what we going to do Mike?”
“Yeah, do we pack up or what?”
Mike stared at the two, Trey and Brett and he was sorry to have

involved them. He saw Kenny behind Trey, fear etched across his young face.

“Mike? You okay?”
Kerry was worried, he had never seen Mike look so lost, so in pain.
“Kenny and I have to go back, uh, you guys should stay on and

enjoy the time.” “Mike…” “Are you…” “JUST DO AS I SAY… uh look guys, this isn’t a good time okay,

no need for all of you to ruin your summer, Kenny and I will be all

right, right Ken?” Kenny just nodded and went back inside the tent. Kerry stood there, like he wasn’t even there, at least that was how

he felt, Mike had barely glanced at him and had totally ignored him.

Mike pushed past Trey and went into the tent to start getting his gear together. Trey scurried out of the way as Kerry stood on, looking; his mouth open and a worried look on his face.

Trey went over to Brett, and stood beside him. He glanced at Kerry and he felt bad for him. It looked like Mike was about to dump him, too. Bad ‘cause he sure seemed nice.

“Hey Kerry, you going to stay with us? We’ll give you a lift back to town if you do, right Brett?” “Sure, no sweat.”

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“Uh, no thanks guys, I am leaving too, I think.”

His mind made up, Kerry slowly walked toward the tent. He didn’t know exactly what was going on, but he felt like he had just been dumped for another, and yet how could that be?

Kerry stood by the tent flap now, he could hear Kenny pleading with Mike and he thought maybe he would talk later, but there wasn’t any later, he had to do this now. He opened the tent flap and went inside.

Mike looked up from his packing. He stared up at Kerry’s face and he wanted to cry. He could see the pain in it and he could feel the pain that was etched all across that wonderful young fresh face.

He didn’t want to deal with this; he had hoped that he could just escape it all, at least until later.

Kenny sat in the corner, tears rolled down his face and he was trembling as he saw Kerry’s face and then Mike’s. He wanted to crawl into a hole and die, and it was his entire fault too.

“What is it Kerry? I gotta get this stuff together.”

“What’s going on? You leaving me here?”

“It’s best.”

“Best for who?”

“Look Kerry, trust me you don’t need to get involved in this.”

“That’s not for you to decide Mike, I thought, well you know what I thought.”

“Kerry, let it go, you think I don’t know, I mean, shit this isn’t easy for me either, but it has to be.”

“Mike you can’t, please not for me, please, oh Kerry I am so sorry, it is all my fault, don’t Mike.”

“Kenny it isn’t your fault, it’s Mike’s choice.”

“Yeah, that’s right Ken, so don’t, okay?

“… And you are right Kerry, it is my choice.”

“NO!, oh please you guys can’t, not because of me, look I’ll just take off, no one will find me.”

“KNOCK IT OFF!… You are NOT taking off, not now, and you have to leave this to me to fix, and I will fix it Kenny, okay? I am your big brother, and I haven’t let you down, yet, all right?”

‘Well, I… okay Mike.”

Kenny sat down, tears flowing down his face. How could he have done this to Mike? He was no good, just like his dad said, nothing but a worthless piece of shit

“Is this how it ends Mike?”

“Look, I’ll talk to you later, okay? Please, just let me get this stuff ready and I promise, before I leave, I’ll explain it all, please Kerry, if you really do have those feelings for me, you’ll do this for me.”

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losing Mike and for an instant, he wanted to hit Kenny and send him to never, never land. Reason prevailed and he knew, deep down, that it wasn’t Kenny’s fault at all. That only made it worse for him.

Kerry couldn’t take it any longer, with tears rolling down his face, his heart pounding, threatening to explode into small pieces, he turned and ran out of the tent, his legs barely able to carry his weight. His eyes were clouded by his tears and his pain and he stumbled across the campsite, tripping over a log and he lay there, crying into the dirt.

“Mike, I’m so sorry, I…”

“Let it go Kenny, you stay here, I mean it, okay?”

“Sure Mike.”

“I’ll be back, now you stay put, and Kenny, for what it’s worth, it isn’t your fault, it’s just life okay, so don’t sweat it, we’ll work it all out.”

“Yeah, sure thing, Mike, I know that.”

“Good.”

“Mike, uh, I love you big brother.”

“I know, and you aren’t so bad for a little brother, I’ll be back in a bit.”

Mike went out to check on Kerry. He was torn in two, he should stay with Kenny right now, he was scared but at least he was safe for now. The Coach would keep his word, as long as he gave him his payments, and that he would. As to Kerry, that was different, and with an even heavier heart than he imagined, he left slowly to find Kerry.

Kerry had managed to stop his crying jag for now. After getting up off the dirt, he struggled a ways further, down to the river, to try and make sense of everything that had happened.

He made it to the river’s edge and sat down looking out at the calm deep blue water. The stars were twinkling and visible in the coming darkness, but to Kerry they signaled the growing distance he felt between him and Mike. Why was Mike rejecting him now? Why? What had he done to make Mike no longer want or need him?

Mike kept glancing back, his feet as heavy as his heart. He didn’t like the state Kenny was in, but he had to find Kerry.

Damn, why couldn’t he havejustleft town at the end of the season, why did he have to always do the right thing, for once in his life he would like to do what was best for him, his desires, his needs, but his mom didn’t bring him up that way, and besides, Kenny was a good kid.

There was so much he had hoped for, and for a brief time this summer it looked like it would actually come true. He had found Kerry, there was peace at home, and in a few short weeks he and his closest friends would be heading off to college, away from the nightmare they referred to as home. Now it had all changed.

Small tears appeared around the corner’s of his eyes as he slowly walked towards the river. Yeah, it had all changed.

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Kerry sat there, staring off, wondering. He had been so happy with Mike, the tenderness, the unreal way they seemed to be able to know each other’s heart, and now. Now it was all in shambles and why? What happened between Ken and his dad, and what was it that Mike had been able to do to get the Coach to protect… Wait, that’s it, that’s why Mike is being so distant.

It waslike the night had suddenly turned into the middle of the day. His eyes narrowed as his brain chewed over the latest thought. That had to be it, otherwise why would Mike ignore him like he had? Why would the Coach have come out here if not to cover his ass? And Mike, Mike didn’t realize that, did he, otherwise that trip down the beach, sure that was it.

The way Mike looked when he came back from the trip, his face sad, and the eyes so dark and so empty. Damn that bastard, he may be a good coach but he certainly wasn’t a good person. No wonder Mike was so whipped looking.

Didn’t Mike realize that he had the fucking pig by the short hairs? If he spoke up, well then it would be ‘bye bye’ Coach Tom. Kerry was on fire now; his brain was clicking a mile a minute.

Mike walked slowly down the beach. His heart aching, torn between his love for Kerry, and his natural love for his younger brother. He never thought he would ever be forced into this type of situation, having to choose between his own happiness and his family, but what else could he do? He couldn’t abandon Kenny, if he did, then what would that say about him as a person? Worse, how could he live with the knowledge that he had left his defenseless brother to face an increasingly dangerous situation, alone?

There was so much he needed to tell Kerry, to explain to him and yet he knew he didn’t have that time. For some reason he knew time was running out on him. It was like when he was in a game, and he knew that he was in danger. Some sixth sense seemed to kick in, making the hair on his neck stand up, and he just knew he was close to getting tackled or doing something wrong. He had that same feeling now, as he walked down the beach.

He kept looking back to the campsite, was that the danger? Was it Ken? Maybe the Coach didn’t leave, maybe he was just out of sight, watching, or worse, maybe he had the Sheriff in tow even now, waiting for him so they could come and take Kenny. No, the Coach wouldn’t try that one, not if he wanted more sex, and to the Coach, sex was everything. How could an old fart like that want it so much, so often? It was obscene.

His mind was running away with his fantasy now. He would ruin the Coach and save the day and Mike would be his forever, but then, wait. Mike was no dummy. Why didn’t he use that hold he had on the

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fuck head? How could it bother him if the town thought of him as a fag, he was leaving on a scholarship, so… SHIT, that’s it; the fucking bastardis probably threatening his scholarship and maybe Trey’s as well. Fuck, now there goes his whole damn plan.

For a second he had been on top, the victor, and now he was back to staring off into the darkness. He shivered, but it wasn’t from the night air. His body only reacted to the evil of the Coach and the tough situation Mike was in. Why didn’t Mike tell him though, that bothered him. Sure it wasn’t exactly something you run around yelling out, ‘HEY THE COACH IS DOING ME,’ but he could have told him? DAMN IT, how could Mike even put up with that, letting some old fart like Coach Tom touch him, let alone God knows do what else?

‘Hmm, maybe that was it? Did Mike maybe think that if he told me, I would not want him anymore?’

Kerry’s thoughts were getting jumbled now. Could Mike be that unsure of his love for him? Kerry stared off, the sounds around him ignored as he thought about it. How did he feel about this? How did he feel about someone else being with his Mike? His, now that felt good, but now, well, now was Mike his?

Mike saw Kerry’s silhouette, sitting staring off towards the river, just peering off into the darkness. His heart leapt as he saw the forlorn figure, knowing it was because of him that Kerry sat there, alone, hurt. How quickly things changed. It wasn’t that long ago that he had spoken of his feelings for Kerry, near here, and now he was on his way to explain why it could no longer be.

“Hey, Kerry,” he softly said as he approached the silent figure on the sand.

“Mike.”

Mike stared down at Kerry and could see in his eyes that he had finally clicked to it all. He could feel small tears at the corner’s of his eyes as he sat down next to Kerry, and tossed a small rock into the river, hearing it splash along as he tried to figure out what to say.

“You’ve figured it out, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Now you know.”

“I know what… You going to tell me the why?”

“It won’t help, Kerry… not you, and sure as fuck not me…  why don’t we just let it go?”

“Why? I don’t know, could be ‘cause I love you?”

Mike couldn’t believe it. Here he was, virtually confessing to his boyfriend that he was nothing more than a slut and the guy still loved him? No way, this was a dream; no one could still care about him, let alone love him.

He looked across to Kerry, and he could see the blue eyes, open

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and pleading for him. There wasn’t any anger or hatred there, instead Mike felt an overwhelming sense of passion leap across to him. His heart stopped its painful pounding, his mind stopped its torturous mantra, and for a second his whole body seemed to be warm all over.

Mike couldn’t believe it. He looked stunned as he searched the blue eyes. Kerry really meant it, even after all this, he meant it. How could he lose him now?

“Kerry, I don’t… I, well…”

Before he could say anything else, Kerry reached across with one hand, touching Mike’s arm. It was like a huge lightening bolt, as sparks seemed to fly between them. Mike couldn’t finish his words, he just looked into Kerry’s eyes, and Kerry couldn’t help but feel so needed. The brief touch seemed to unite the two hearts.

Kerry could feel Mike’s powerful heart beat inside his own body. The fear and uncertainty came flooding through his arm into his own body, and was instantly quelled by his heart. A strong wave of warmth and love seemed to flow outwards, traveling from his heart through his arm into Mike’s athletic body. No words were spoken. The two lay connected by a simple touch. Thoughts passed back and forth between the two, yet no sounds could be heard. No words were formed; only deep thoughts seemed to pass from deep inside each body, to the other.

Slowly Kerry’s hand moved from touching Mike’s arm, to gently gripping it. Once the fingers were wrapped around the thick powerful arm, a gentle tug pulled the willing body closer. Now they sat there, side-by-side, legs touching, torsos touching.

Kerry placed Mike’s arm around his upper waist, while his own arm snuck through and around to Mike’s back. Their faces now were a mere inch or two apart, their eyes locked into each other’s soul, as they seemed to communicate with each other.

Mike’s body started to tremble as he could feel a strong powerful wave of love crash into his whole body. It came from every direction, from Kerry’s eyes, from the touch of his leg against his own, from his arm, from his waist, from everywhere. It just kept flooding his own body, touching every part of his being, taking the fear away and replacing it with an unreal sense of warmth.

A sudden wave of burning heat passed into his body from his mouth, as Kerry’s lips briefly touched his. His whole body struggled with the raging emotions inside. A deep burning passion started to burn deep inside his soul as Kerry raised one hand to brush the side of his face, gently wiping a tear away. Their eyes held each other motionless in space, time stood still as Kerry slowly passed his hand down Mike’s face, his finger gently passing across the space between their lips.

With each gentle touch, Mike’s body seemed to shiver in excitement and at the same time, relax in pure contentment. He

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suddenly felt like he could conquer the world, as a sudden flow of strength seemed to invade his body. He could feel his whole body spring upwards as Kerry’s hand traveled lightly down his neck, gently feeling him, gently warming his whole body.

Mike sat there in the darkness, and yet it wasn’t a dark dark. It was more like a protective shield, holding their burning passion within their own orbiting souls. A glow enveloped both of them as Kerry bent forward, his lips lightly brushing Mike’s eyes, then his nose, then his lips. He could feel his heart, beating, but not in his own body. He could feel himself breathing deeply but not from his own lungs. He could feel his muscles stretch and tighten.

With each touch of his lips against Mike’s warm flesh, Kerry was getting the answers to his earlier questions. His mind seemed to take each touch and set aside each doubt, vanquish each fear. He could feel himself reaching out to Mike, and he could feel the like steel grip of Mike’s response.

His body trembled, but not from fear anymore. Kerry knew that he was a part of Mike and that Mike was and would be a part of him. A strange voice seemed to direct his every movement now. A soft comforting voice, gently guiding him to ease Mike’s tension, his fears, his doubts, his anguish. As he moved to the soft voice within, his own fears and doubts evaporated.

Kerry stopped his gentle kissing and touching, and stared into the dark brown eyes before him. He could see them glazed and yet his stare penetrated that covering, digging deep into Mike’s soul. His hand held Mike’s back, gently rubbing it around the lower portion. His other hand now gently traced the flat stomach muscles, and felt the power rippling through them.

Down his hand slowly moved and he could feel Mike’s body tense as the hand gently roamed across the soft tiny hairs around and below the belly. Somehow the pants were undone, the button open, the zipper down, and his hand proceeded unabated towards the burning flesh of Mike’s groin.

Mike lay backwards, resting on his arms, feeling his hands dig into the soft sand of the beach. His whole body seemed to be glowing from Kerry’s gentle touch. His eyes stared upwards, looking towards the sky, seeing the shimmering stars above. Their flashing light winking their approval.

The darkness no longer cast a pall over Mike.

Mike looked down, to see Kerry’s blond head slowly working down his body. He could feel the gentle pressure of Kerry’s lips on his belly, slowly moving down, now tenderly kissing his groin, a delicate touch around his pubic hair, his chin briefly touching the hot throbbing penis. He groaned out loud, the first sound since he felt Kerry’s hand touch

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his arm.

Kerry could feel the heat from Mike’s groin and his lips eagerly moved downwards now. The briefest touch of his lips seemed to awaken Mike. A satisfying groan echoed in Kerry’s ears as his chin touched the hard cock shaft. He moved his lips off the wiry pubic hairs and gently he kissed the hard cock base, feeling a tremor in Mike’s body.

With each soft kiss on the hard cock shaft, he could feel Mike’s body respond with a shudder. He could feel Mike slowly ease himself down, no longer sitting up, his back now firmly planted into the sandy beach, his hands now resting on Kerry’s head, holding it down. He moved up the long throbbing shaft, inch by inch, kissing every part of the hot flesh, tasting the salty skin, sending it his own love, as he moved up the long shaft. He could feel the cock sway, as he got closer to its crown, and as he did, he could also feel wave after wave of pure energy flowing through Mike’s body. The legs under him were shaking with excitement as his mouth closed in on the head of Mike’s hard throbbing cock.

He could feel the heat rising from the skin. Kerry’s lips slowly made their way up the throbbing shaft, now feeling the lip of the cock head itself, and his tongue slowly licked around the cap head, tasting it, every inch of the cock. Slowly licking all around the head, feeling the head jerk this way and that as the tongue made it all around.

Now he moved up, his lips barely touching the hot flesh, a light tender pressure on the bulging head itself, kissing it slowly and lovingly, all around, tasting the oozing pre cum as he moved closer to the center, kissing it all. His lips came full circle now, and a slow tender kiss on the dripping hole sent the largest tremor yet through Mike’s quivering body.

Kerry kissed it, letting his lips rest briefly on the center of the hot cock head. Then he opened his mouth slowly, keeping his lips on the hot cock itself, pushing aside the oozing pre cum and then his mouth was now slowly wrapping itself around the solid cock head. The lips increased their pressure as they were now wrapped around the crown of the cock, and then Kerry pushed his face forward, engulfing the huge cock into his warm mouth.

Mike seemed to twitch as the lips gripped his cock head, then he yelled a piercing cry and his hips shot upwards, sending his huge cock straight into Kerry’s mouth.

Kerry’s mouth pushed down hard as the huge cock came crashing into his open mouth. The lips held tight as they slid down the hot shaft. As they passed the cap, Kerry’s hands gripped Mike’s hips and his fingers dug into the warm white flesh.

Mike’s body was a mass of shakes and tremors as his cock entered Kerry’s eager mouth. As Kerry’s fingers dug into his hips, his whole body seemed to stop its wild shaking for a brief second, as if collecting

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itself. His muscles coiled up inside, then exploded outwards as Kerry’s lips passed down the huge vibrating penis.

As Kerry’s lips were about to touch the pubic hair, another great cry came from Mike’s mouth and Kerry’s mouth was suddenly being flooded by a huge wave of hot sticky cream. Before he could even swallow this giant explosion of cum, he could feel a second wave start to flow from the jerking cock inside his mouth.

Mike’s body exploded, his whole body now was rocking in the sand, as his cock shot its white-hot load out into the warm mouth. Huge streams of white cream dripped out from the corners of Kerry’s mouth, as he couldn’t swallow it fast enough.

Kerry was desperately trying to keep every drop of Mike’s milk inside but his own body was out of control. With each new flood of Mike’s juice, he could feel his own penis jerking inside his pants. He could feel his own cum splattering inside his jeans as he took Mike’s.

The final spurt of Mike’s sweet love milk dribbled out of the exhausted penis, into a sea of spent cum. Kerry swallowed several times as the cock started to soften inside his mouth, coated in its own fluid. Finally it was all over, and as Kerry let the spent penis slowly slide out of his mouth, he could feel Mike’s hands on his shoulders, gently touching him now, relaxing their grip.

Mike’s breathing was shallow as Kerry slowly climbed up onto his body; his head back to within an inch of Mike’s face. He bent down, kissing Mike now, letting him taste his own cum on Kerry’s soft lips. Kerry then lay his head down on Mike’s shoulder, nestled into his chin. Mike’s hands now rested across Kerry’s back, and he could feel Kerry’s hands around his neck and on his chest.

Together they lay there in the darkness. Only the flashing light from the stars invaded their private world. The soft murmur of water lapping against the shore was the only sound that intruded into their private communion.

Mike laid there, his hand gently caressing Kerry’s hair as he reflected on how things can change so unexpectedly. His whole world seemed to have collapsed and then suddenly, without any words, really, it had not only not fallen apart, but also seemed to be building to newer heights. He was one lucky bastard he thought, with Kerry holding him so tight, so possessively. It was a strange feeling and yet one he would never trade anything for.

“I guess we should talk about a few things, Kerry.”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

“I love you Kerry, I don’t know why, but there is something about you that reaches me where no one has ever been before.”

“I know Mike, I feel it too, and it scares me at times, but then it feels so fucking good.”

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Kerry nuzzled more into Mike’s body as he spoke, their voices soft in the gently blowing wind.

“I don’t want to lose you, Kerry, I really don’t, but things are so damn complicated…”

“Yeah, with your family and all, but Mike, I am not going to leave, you better get that into that dumb jock head of yours, understand?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Funny… but I am serious, Mike, I won’t leave., I don’t give a shit what happens, or what you have to do, as long as I am a part of your life, okay?”

“I know Kerry but,… well it is complicated and…”… look, I guess you have figured most of it out, and I promise you, I won’t shut you out again, but right now, I need to be with Kenny, he is so…”

“Frightened?”

“Yeah, and vulnerable, he never got the breaks I did, and well, he is only 16.”

“You survived it, he will too, Mike… I mean I don’t know exactly all of the details, but I know… do you hear that?”

Mike sat up as Kerry spoke. There was a voice calling in the distance. It grew louder and sounded more desperate as it grew closer.

“We are over here!”

Mike yelled as he recognized Brett’s urgent cry for him.

Brett ran up to Mike and Kerry. He was out of breath, puffing hard as he rested his hands on his knees, desperate to talk. His eyes were wild looking and there was fear in his face.

“Uh, Mike, hurry, back there! You gotta go…”

“Slow down Brett, take a couple of deep breathes now, come on.”

Mike’s command seemed to have its effect on Brett. He managed to take a few deep breaths and the fear seemed to be held back as he looked into Mike’s calm face.

“Mike, you have to hurry, Trey is trying to catch him…”

“Catch who, Brett?”

“Kenny,. Mike you have to hurry, he took off before we could even stand up, he went into the woods, and Mike…”

“What?”

“Mike, he took your rifle with him and…”

Mike stood there for a full minute as Brett’s words hit him. He looked to Kerry, tears in his eyes. Kerry reached across to Mike.

“Mike, go, I’ll take Brett back… Go on!”

Mike gave Kerry a look, managing a wane smile and turned to head off.

All three heads snapped over towards the woods as they heard a single loud rifle shot break the silence of the night.

The rifle shot reverberated through the peaceful night, echoing

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across the river, sending chills down everyone’s spine. Mike’s face went white and he stood,looking dumbstruck, as the sound bounced through the trees. Kerry’s brain registered the way Mike’s whole body seemed to sag, as if his life force had suddenly left him. Brett stood up straight, his breathing still labored, as shock registered across his young face.

Mike’s face turned towards Kerry, his dark eyes seemed to cloud over and Kerry could see a deep wave of pain and fear inside Mike. He wanted to reach out, to hold him, but he seemed to hear an invisible voice warning him off. He looked into Mike’s cold eyes: no spark shone there, no hope, and he so desperately wanted to pass him his support, and he tried, but he felt like he was staring into an emptiness that even his love couldn’t fill.

As the last echoes of the shot slowly disappeared, Mike seemed to gather himself and, with a wan smile at Kerry, he turned back towards the camp and started running towards where the shot came from. Kerry watched him, seeing the strong strides of his legs, the solid shape of his body as Mike headed towards… towards what? Kerry shivered as images of a bleeding Kenny or Trey crossed his eyes. He looked over to Brett, tears in his eyes, as he waited for Brett to say something, anything, to help ease the terrible feeling racing inside his guts.

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