Night Prowler (12)
Chapter 12
If you don’t aspire to great things, you won’t attain small things.
– Jewish Proverb
Bailey & Chris
It felt kind of strange, leaning back in the bucket seat staring up at the clear sky, the darkness lit by the pale glow of the moon and distant blue of the stars. He never really realized how peaceful it looked when you didn’t have a ton of lights casting their own glow upwards. Everything around him looked dark and mysterious and he sighed a little as he stared upwards, wondering why things happened the way they did for him. Bailey knew he had blown it with Kip, just as he knew that he had somehow screwed things up between him and Andy.
Chris had the radio turned down and had parked the car off to the side of the road, he too seemed lost in his own thoughts but Bailey could sense him staring at him, almost as if he was trying to figure something out or maybe it was that he was trying to find something out. He shivered a little in the night air, wondering why Chris had bothered with him, wondering too why he had accepted the ride. He felt so out of his element, unsure if Chris was really no different than him or if there was something else behind his sudden friendship.
They certainly hadn’t gotten along before and that time he had run into him in the washroom at school had frightened him. Chris had a weird look on his face that made him shake a little and yet so far tonight he had been nothing more than friendly. He had shared the bottle of alcohol with him and he had to admit, it did kind of help him relax a little. Hell it did more than relax him, and he knew inside that he was definitely feeling the effects but somehow he just didn’t care, or if he did he ignored it.
Bailey turned from his star gazing to look over at Chris. In many ways Chris was quite handsome really and he wondered why he wasn’t out with some girl or something, what was it about Chris that made him look so vulnerable right now and yet in school he always looked so dangerous, so angry? Maybe it was as he said, he had spent way too much time with Grant Waddington but that too didn’t make sense to his mind, the alcohol clouding his reasoning as he looked at Chris’ facial features, seeing the softness of his cheeks, the creaminess of his skin as he too leaned back staring up at the sky. For a minute or two he wondered what Chris was thinking, wondering if he too had doubts like he did?
He turned away, afraid that Chris might notice him staring and he sighed a little, wishing things could be different, wishing that he could just be who he was but as he stared up, he also realized that he hadn’t a clue as to who that was, who he was or who he was supposed to be. Maybe that was his problem, maybe no one noticed him because he still hadn’t figured out who he was himself?
It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried, but between trying to get good grades and keeping his urges secret, there just didn’t seem any time to figure out the other stuff. Bailey just wasn’t sure, except that he was petrified of people discovering his little secret and of also finding out about his family. In some ways he knew that it was embarrassment of his background that kept him back, stopped him from being more outgoing, but he was intelligent enough to also know that it was a misplaced feeling. Lots of people were in the same situation as him, some even worse off than he was and all the rationalizing in the world didn’t change the fact that he felt ashamed and embarrassed.
Bailey stared down at his legs, his eyes slightly misted over as he felt the terror of the unknown once more taking hold of him. He had this dread that he wouldn’t make it, that he wouldn’t get past his present position no matter how hard he tried. The whole idea of tutoring was good but he doubted if it would make a difference, if it would let him fit in. Deep down he knew that was what he wanted, and as he stared at his faded pants, he could see Kip’s face as he had told him how he could be with him, how much it would cost.
Everything was becoming a blur in his mind as he kept going over the past few days. He knew that Andy had most likely done what he had out of pity, that he was allowed to hang around simply because Andy felt sorry for him, and as for Kip, well Kip was only doing what he had to, to survive so it all fit. He wasn’t the right person or maybe it was that he didn’t have what it took to fit in with either of them. Maybe he should just do what he always did, stay in the shadows as he concentrated on his schoolwork, forgetting about anything more for himself.
Bailey reached out with his left hand for the bottle, his eyes misted by the swirling emotions inside and he jumped as he touched the warm flesh of Chris’ hand. He turned his head quickly to see his hand on top of Chris’ and he felt a strange flush creep through his body, and he knew that he was suddenly blushing, even though no one could see in the darkness of the night. He withdrew his hand quickly or so he thought but as he brought it back to his lap his eyes caught the sudden spark in Chris’ eyes as they looked at each other.
Chris “For someone who doesn’t drink, you doing pretty good”
Bailey “Uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to, I mean…”
Chris “Christ its okay dude, geez, you act like I just slapped you or something”
Bailey “No, guess I am just, I mean, I don’t uh go out much, uh…”
Chris looked hard into Bailey’s face, he was almost positive that he could see streaks of tears down his face but it was hard to tell. There was only the muted light from the heavens above and the soft glow of the radio’s led readout to give him any light. It was kind of weird really, to be out here drinking with Bailey and it was different than the way he normally spent his time, but then this didn’t really feel all that bad.
The night hadn’t started out great, and until he ran into Bailey it had looked like it was going to be a rather empty boring night, sitting off the road somewhere drinking alone which was the normal result of being suddenly cast out. Fuck he hated that, the way Waddington would just toss him off one second and then demand his presence the next. He really didn’t like Grant and yet he had little choice in the matter, not if he wanted to keep the position he was accustomed to.
Chris “No? What Andy just likes to stay in does he?”
Bailey “Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?”
Chris “Nothing, nothing just the booze man, sorry”
Bailey “I… Why don’t you like Andy? What’s he done to you?”
Chris “Like him? I don’t know, he seems okay I suppose, guess just too much of Grant, just forget it, okay? Here, kill what’s left if you want”
Bailey saw the glint of moonlight against the glass of the bottle and he stared at it, seeing the small pale liquid at the bottom and he looked up into Chris’ face, wondering what made Chris so bitter about Andy? It wasn’t like they knew each other and besides while Andy may be wealthier than Chris’ family, well the thing was they were rich too so why the put downs? He just couldn’t figure it out as he took the bottle from Chris’ hand, his fingers once more brushing past Chris’ fingers.
Chris watched as Bailey tilted back the near empty bottle and he watched as the dark liquid trickled down. For a moment or two his heart beat a different beat, almost as if he was feeling something other than the numbness of the booze and the emptiness of being alone. He stared at Bailey realizing that he really wasn’t that bad looking; in fact he was rather attractive in a sort of geeky sense. Maybe it was just the way he wore his hair or something, but there was something about him that was kind of intriguing to him, as he watched Bailey’s Adam apple bob up and down as the last of the alcohol flowed down his throat.
Looking at Bailey that way made him feel uncomfortable and he turned away, wondering why it was that he had started to act this way? Ever since that night, the way Grant had forced him to do that; it was like now he didn’t want anything else, and yet, yet it still didn’t seem right somehow. He stared out the side of the car, feeling like shit because he knew that he wanted Bailey, hell he wanted anything in pants at times like this which irked him. He thought he had better self control but he was a slave to his own urges, urges that he constantly tried to repress but at times like this, it was next to impossible.
The sound of the car door opening made him turn back to stare at Bailey’s back. He saw him getting out and for a sickening second he felt like his whole world had suddenly gone blank. At the same time he noticed the firm buttocks and he could feel his own body reacting to that more than anything else. It was tearing him apart as he saw Bailey turn to face him.
Bailey “Uh, sorry, I gotta take a leak”
Chris “Watch your step”
Chris watched the shadowy figure move away from the car and head towards the thicket of trees just a few feet ahead. His own hand was down on his lap, as he watched the slender built 5ft 1in boy stumbling towards the trees. He could see his head moving and he felt that ache once more inside of him, that urge rising up even as his own hand pushed open the driver’s side door. He stood up, feeling the rage inside of him as he began to walk towards the same thicket of trees. He could still see Bailey’s shadowy figure as he walked down the little embankment, turning to stare up and barely able to see his car or the road, knowing it was the perfect spot.
Bailey stumbled down a bit and finally figured he was close enough and he began to fumble with his pants, trying to get the zipper to push down when he heard the noise of someone approaching. He turned his head to see Chris coming down towards him and he stared for a minute or two, seeing the way the older boy moved, the sort of urgency and for a brief moment he thought how Chris looked, wondering if he was totally straight or not. He quickly banished the thought though, afraid of what might happen if he started dwelling on that in his current state.
He turned away from the approaching figure, as he pulled his penis out so he could pee. His heart started to beat a little faster though as he could now see Chris out of the corner of his eye, wondering if he was going to stand next to him to pee too or would he go off a ways? It was rather weird really, part of him wanting Chris to be close so he could perhaps check him out, another part hoping he’d go far away so he couldn’t check him out or have Chris check him out. The confusion was making him shake a little and he swore a bit under his breath as Chris suddenly was standing right next to him, with a weird little grin on his face.
The darkness made it hard for him to see much, to see Chris’ face but he saw the way the lips were curled and he felt strangely frightened. It was a sort of sneer, very much like the one he had come across that time back in the dorm bathrooms. It gave him a chill as he also realized that he was holding his dick but nothing was coming out, as his attention had gone elsewhere.
Chris “Not having much luck there, are you?”
His felt a coldness in his back at Chris’ words, the way he had spoken only making him more nervous. He looked down at his hands, seeing his cock sticking out from between his fingers, the shaft no longer soft but hard at the sudden presence and attention that Chris seemed to be showing it. Bailey didn’t know what to do or say as he stared back towards Chris, his hand still holding his cock, still wishing he could just get it finished.
Bailey “Uh, guess not, uh…”
Chris “Maybe you just aren’t holding it right? Ever think of that?”
Bailey “No, uh, Chris, uh, look, do you mind?”
Chris “Mind? Me? Nah, I don’t mind, be happy to help”
Bailey “No, no that isn’t what I meant, please, Chris don’t, what…”
The sudden grab for his groin made him stumble backwards a bit as he felt the panic inside of him. He never had seen such a wild and crazy look before, never and it frightened him as Chris reached out to grab hold of his arm, holding him upright, preventing him from falling backwards but also stopping him from running away. He started to sweat as he stared into Chris’ eyes, seeing the blank dullness, as if they were just two black holes. He could feel Chris breathe on his face as Chris moved in close, his hand now reaching out and grabbing Bailey’s pants, at the waist, the other hand still holding Bailey’s wrist.
Chris “Not what you meant huh? Oh well, too bad”
Bailey “Please, Chris you are hurting my arm”
Chris “Yeah? Hmm, maybe if you stood still it wouldn’t hurt?”
Bailey “What are you doing, Chris please, don’t”
Chris reached out and yanked on Bailey’s pants, the button popping and opening. He hand still held tightly to Bailey’s wrist, as he moved in closer, his face now level with Bailey’s, his own body pressing into Bailey’s, his other hand pulling Bailey inwards to meet his own.
Chris “Shut up Bailey, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, up to you, what’s it going to be?”
It didn’t seem possible, but Chris had yanked his pants open and he could see the way his eyes now looked, the brief flashes of anger and rage inside only adding to the whole darkness of the night. He could see the way they stared down at his crotch, the way the eyes looked at his dick and Bailey felt the fear inside, felt it rising up as he struggled briefly to try and twist away, to rip his arm out of Chris’ grasp but Chris was too strong for him.
He stared at Chris, the fear becoming terror and yet at the same time he felt a strange exhilaration taking hold of him, the power that he was under trying to overwhelm his fear and his objections. His body was shaking, he could feel his legs growing weak as Chris held him close and he could smell the alcohol on his breath, as well as a strange sort of sweetness. Bailey breathed in deeply, smelling not only the stale aroma of sweat but also the fruity scent of Chris’ shampoo and the mild musk odour of his cologne. It was all like a cocktail of strange aromas combined to confuse his senses and his desires.
Bailey “Chris please, don’t… not this way, please”
Chris “Oh for Christ’s sake Bailey. Stop whining, I saw how you kept staring at my crotch, so now’s your chance, you know it is what you been wanting”
Bailey “No, well, fuck Chris, not this way, I mean…”
Chris “It’s the only way you gonna get it, so like I said, either kick back and enjoy it like you thought it would be or not, don’t matter to me”
Bailey stared into Chris’ dark green eyes, seeing the coldness as well as the desire in them. His body shook but he no longer struggled to get out of Chris’ grip. He felt himself just looking into the face, knowing that part of what Chris said was true, he had been thinking about him that way, had been fantasizing about what it might be like but how did Chris know? Even if it was true though, this wasn’t the way he wanted it and yet as he looked into Chris’ eyes he could feel the blood rushing to his groin, feel the press of his hardening penis against the shorts.
Bailey “Chris…”
Chris “Look Bailey, enough talk okay? Make up your mind right now that tonight is your lucky night dude, now come on, I got me a stiff dick that needs some attention, so, come on, get on with it”
They stared at each other, Bailey trying to see if Chris was really serious, if maybe it was just a joke but he could smell the desire now, smell it as Chris’ hand held his wrist tightly, the grip tighter than before and Chris’ other hand was firmly holding onto his hip, the fingers digging deeply into the little flesh he had there. In that brief moment he knew that no matter what he did, Chris would do what he wanted and he sighed a little, trembling even because while he thought Chris was good looking, he didn’t think that this was quite how he really wanted to have sex.
He saw the way Chris’ nostrils were flaring, the way his fingers seemed to not only be digging into him but also attempting to push him down and as he looked into Chris’ face he knew that there was no choice for him. Bailey could feel the tears rolling down his face as he tried to figure out how or what he had done to give Chris this idea, this thought that he wanted this? It ached deep inside as he felt himself slowly falling downwards, his body gradually lowering itself to the ground.
Chris released his hold on Bailey’s wrist as the boy slowly lowered himself to his knees. He felt the eyes staring up at him as he stared back down, feeling the roar inside of his body as Bailey’s eyes continued to stare up at him, his own hands now resting firmly on Bailey’s shoulders. He kept them there, looking down and he could see the fear in the eyes, feel it reaching out too as he held Bailey down, arching his hips forward for a brief moment, attracting Bailey’s attention. He saw the head turn down to stare across, to look right at Chris’ crotch and he smiled as he once more thrust his pelvis forward.
Bailey was torn between wanting to run away as fast as possible and in wanting to see just what that thick bulge that stared at his face hid. He could smell it too which made his own body ache and yet in his soul he felt the shame, the fear. How had he given Chris the impression that he was this easy, that it was simply a matter of Chris wanting to and he would oblige? It scared him and made the tears roll down his face as he let one of his trembling hands reach out towards Chris’ body. He saw his hand, the way the fingers seemed to blur a little as the whole hand shook, as it came closer to Chris’ crotch.
He took one more glance upwards, seeing Chris’ face and the dark hair that flowed down as their eyes met one more time. Bailey knew that Chris was serious, that this wasn’t just some sick joke to make fun of the fag, and he bit his lower lip as he turned away from the darkness the loomed over him. His hand shook as it touched the cold fabric, feeling for the metal button that it quickly undid. He gasped for air as his body shook and he saw out of the corner of his eye Chris’s one hand reaching inside the pants, pulling out a thin package. Bailey felt the cold panic seeping in, as he didn’t quite let himself accept what Chris was doing. He unzipped the zipper and then slowly he pulled down on the blue denim, his eyes misted by his tears and yet widening as he stared out at the unfolding view of Chris’ crotch.
The warmth and aroma rose up to greet him as he saw the thick bulge shifting, the cloth material of Chris’ shorts stretched by the hard flesh it held back. Bailey felt himself licking his lips as he breathed in that scent, feeling the aroma reach deep inside and curl around his thoughts and his emotions. His body no longer felt the terror or the shame, as his eyes stared at the thick pole outlined in the soft satin blue of Chris’ shorts.
Chris moved his hands off of Bailey’s shoulder and while one held the condom package, the other moved around to grab a handful of hair. He let his fingers curl around Baileys strands of hair, and then as his hand pushed Bailey’s head, his hips pushed outwards towards Bailey’s face. He felt the press of his flesh against Bailey’s face and it made him groan in anticipation. His own breathing was becoming slightly laboured as he rubbed his crotch in a circular motion over Bailey’s face, his one hand pushing harder, crushing Bailey’s face into the hardness of his body.
Chris “Go on, pull em down”
Bailey “Chris”
Chris “Do it… come on, you know you want it…”
Chris pushed harder with his hips and his hand, grinding his hard crotch into Bailey’s face. He heard the moan and then felt the cold fingers around his waist, feeling the thin long tapered ends sliding under the waistband of his underwear. He took in a deep breath as he felt the sudden draft of the night’s air flowing across his naked groin. His underwear now pushed down to his knees and his hard 7inches long cock was finally free. He felt the urgent desire inside his body as he swung his hips to one side, forcing his hard throbbing pole to slide across Bailey’s face, hearing the boy gasp a little as the hot pole snaked across his face.
He dug his hand harder into Bailey’s hair, twisting the strands tightly around his fingers as he directed the head away from his groin, pulling it back as he pulled his hips back as well, bringing his throbbing pole away from Bailey’s face. Chris felt the lust taking hold of him as he shuddered a little, the sound of Bailey’s own choked voice only adding fuel to the fires that were burning within his body. He could feel the ache rising upwards as he started to press back inwards, his 7 inch long cock sticking straight out from his body, aiming it right for Bailey’s mouth.
Chris “Open wide Bailey”
Bailey “Please Chris, Don’t…”
Chris “Wide damn it…”
Bailey felt the hard press on his lips and he quickly spread his lips apart in obedience to the harsh cry from Chris. He felt the hard thrust even as his jaw opened, the salty taste of Chris’ pre cum suddenly filling his mouth with its pungent taste. He choked a little as the throbbing pole was thrust hurriedly into his opening mouth, the thick meat flattening his tongue and ripping open his mouth in a force he hadn’t expected.
Chris’ hand tightened its hold as Bailey’s head tried to pull back from the pounding, tried to move out of the way of Chris’ thrusting groin but Chris was ready and too strong. His hand held Bailey’s head in place, and he heard the gagging sounds as his 7 inches of cock was stuffed down into Bailey’s throat. He felt the muscles constricting around his throbbing meat, feeling it being held by the unwilling throat and he moaned now, enjoying the feeling of absolute power as he ground his hips around, making his cock swing in a circle within Bailey’s mouth, adding to the boys discomfort but increasing his own pleasure.
He twisted and turned, pulling back slightly then pushing in hard, feeling the softness of Bailey’s throat give way to the raspy edge of his tongue, then the hardness of the roof of his mouth as he kept his body moving and kept his hand holding Bailey’s head steady. He could feel the throat being stretched, feel the muscles revolting to the sudden twists and turns, feel the hot air coming from Bailey’s lungs as he threw his hips harder into Bailey’s face. The press of those lips against his pubic hairs made him shake with excitement and made his body ache with desire.
Bailey’s whimpering cries only made Chris more excited as he rolled his hips from side to side, the hot breath and saliva oozing from Bailey’s lips only making Chris more determined to press home with his desires. His body was growing hot and he was biting down hard on the condom package while both of his hands guided and held Bailey’s head. Chris could feel the blood flowing in his veins, feel it as it began to rush faster towards his pulsing organ that he was impaling into Bailey’s mouth.
Just as quickly as he had thrust his cock into Bailey’s mouth he suddenly yanked it out, letting the hot wet pole free and then he reached down with one hand, grabbing it around the thick base and he wiped it across Bailey’s lips and then pulled it back. He took the plastic package from between his lips and held it down near his throbbing pole.
Chris “Put this on now”
Bailey “Huh? I…”
Chris “Shit, you have put condoms on dicks before, come on, I am ready, put it on”
Bailey “No Chris, please, I’ll suck your cock but don’t, please don’t…”
Chris “Damn right you’ll suck it, but first you are gonna ride it, now either with or without the fucking condom…”
Chris swung his hips hard, his cock striking hard across Bailey’s face, the thick pole making a smacking sound as it whacked hard into Bailey’s soft fleshy cheek. The sound and force made its point and Chris felt Bailey take the condom from his hand, heard the ripping of the package and then as he stared down, he saw the trembling hand holding his throbbing cock, saw it slowly pushing down on the wet glistening flesh and he could feel the thin plastic slowly sliding down the shaft, slowly covering it and adding to the excitement.
Chris “That’s better, now stand up, turn around and push your shorts down, hurry up or I won’t bother to use any spit, come on Bailey, hurry it up”
Bailey did as he was told, standing up and turning around, his legs stiff and cold from being on the cold ground and he stumbled a little, almost falling on his face if not for Chris’ steadying hand. He felt the power in Chris’ hand and he felt the terror inside too as he pushed his underwear down to his knees, his buttocks arching out towards where Chris stood. As he bent down to slide his pants and underwear past his knee he felt the sudden sharp sting of pain and the harsh sound of flesh on flesh as Chris struck him hard with the flat of his hand.
Chris “Stay just like that Bailey, take a deep breath, gawd you have a nice ass, any of your boyfriends ever tell you that? Hmm?”
Bailey “I don’t, no, no one has, please Chris, don’t, please not like this…”
Chris “None of them ever did huh? Too bad, guess they just didn’t like ass, oh well”
Chris grabbed hold of Bailey’s waist, his hands digging hard into the skin. He pulled back forcing Bailey backwards one step, then with one hand holding onto the hip, he raised his other hand and swung it hard down across both of Bailey’s buttocks. The loud smacking sound echoed in the dark quiet of the woods and it gave Chris a deep thrill. His legs quivered a little as he raised his hand again, bringing it across the white glowing orbs again, striking them hard and he saw the flesh shake under the force of his blow. His eyes growing wider as he saw the white flesh changing shades, darkening from the two hard slaps and he licked his lips, as he struck a third time, hearing the sobs coming from Bailey which only made him lick his lips more and taste the salt of his saliva.
Bailey heard the sound of Chris spitting and he gritted his teeth, the tears rolling down his face as he shivered in the cold of the night. His body was in pain from the hard slaps and he felt the fear taking charge of his body. His legs grew stiff as he held onto them; his head lowered staring at the dark cold ground, waiting for another harsh slap of pain or worse. The pain was bad enough without the constant throbbing of his brain, constantly harping on how stupid he was to have caused all this, if only he had controlled his urges to stare at Chris crotch none of this would be happening, it was his damn fault for lusting, and the tears of shame continued to roll down his face as he felt the hard press of Chris’ throbbing cock slide down the valley between his burning buttocks.
Stark terror raced inside him as he felt the hard press of the wet cock sliding down his hot steamy crack, searching for his small pink hole. His body shook as he heard himself begging one final time.
Bailey “Please Chris, don’t, I am sorry, please don’t do it, I swear I won’t stare at you like that again, please, don’t… don’t do this, please, I’ll do whatever you want if you’ll just stop now, please Chris”
Chris could hear the words, the whining nasal twang of Bailey’s cries only adding fuel to his desire and to his lust. He pressed inwards, feeling the press of his cockhead against the protesting pink hole of Bailey’s rectum. He could feel the muscles tightening up in the back of Bailey’s legs, feel the tenseness in the very flesh of his buttocks as he pressed, feeling the pink hole stretching, hearing the loud cries of pain coming from Bailey’s mouth as he slowly, very very slowly pressed forward. Bailey’s cries grew louder, the whimpering begging only growing as Chris slowly pushed inwards, until most of his cock head was inside the hot velvet tunnel of Bailey’s rectum.
Chris “Anything? Anything Bailey?”
Bailey “God Yes, just stop oh Christ, please Chris take it out, it hurts so bad, please, anything you want, I swear it”
Chris “But Bailey, I want this, I want to split your ass wide open with my cock, what you got to offer that’s better?”
Bailey “I don’t know, wait, please Chris, anything but this, anything you want, please, take it out it hurts too much, please…”
Chris looked down at the arched back and the pleading upturned face that glared up at him with a pale glow of moonlight casting its reflection on his milky white flesh. His heart throbbed a little as he felt his body’s muscles slowly uncoiling, slowly relaxing as his hips pulled back. He could feel the sudden release of pressure in the body his hands held tightly at the waist and he could see the pure gratitude being reflected in Bailey’s deep brown eyes. They shimmered really in the pale light, mostly though from the tears that coated them and Chris felt a hitch in his heart, the image of his own thoughts as Grant pushed his head down onto his lap and he felt himself start to shake and tremble.
He stepped back; his body shaking as he felt the shame rising up inside, the fear too as he realized what he had been doing and he stared at the shaking body in front of him. He could see Bailey standing upright now and he realized how scared Bailey was. He could see it in the way he stood, his back still towards Chris and he knew that Bailey was afraid to turn around, to look at him even and he didn’t blame him either.
Chris “Bailey… turn around, please”
His lower lip was quivering as he heard Chris’ voice ordering him to turn around, he didn’t know what to expect but at least the pain in his rectum was easing, the tension easing as he tried to keep from bawling his eyes out. He didn’t know what to expect, what he would have to do but it couldn’t be any worse than what he had escaped. He just wished he could undo what he had done as he turned around slowly, his pants slowing his reaction, almost making him trip as he kept his head downwards, his shame at what he had caused making him tremble more than the cold night air could. Every part of him ached in a way he had never felt before, sort of relieved but also sort of disappointed. The confusion inside of him only grew as he quickly glanced over at Chris, saw the worried look on his face and wondered what he had done now to make Chris look that way.
Bailey “I am sorry Chris, really, I didn’t mean to, to stare at you, please, I never wanted to… I mean…”
Chris “It’s okay, not your fault… Bailey, I didn’t hurt you too bad did I? Please, you are okay aren’t you?”
Bailey “Uh, yeah, it’s okay, honest, I know I shouldn’t have been staring at you, guess it was the booze, I am not a drinker”
Chris “yeah, the booze, uh, look, uh, let’s just uh, let’s just chalk this up to a misunderstanding, okay?”
Bailey “Please don’t be mad at me, I didn’t mean to lead you to think that, I mean, shit…”
Bailey watched as Chris pulled the condom off his softened penis, his eyes still staring at the softened lump of flesh, wondering why it still excited him, why he had stopped what he knew inside was what he had wanted and yet, in some ways it wasn’t what he wanted. He felt the confusion as he stared watching Chris pull his underwear up and cover his soft penis, the condom tossed onto the ground. Bailey could feel the cold air now as he stood there shivering, wondering what would happen now, and wondering if Chris would tell everyone how he had acted. The panic that the whole school would know about him being a fag began to tear at him and he found himself sitting on the cold grass, crying as he begged Chris not to tell anyone about him, telling him he would do anything for Chris if he would just keep it a secret.
It slowly dawned on Chris what Bailey was mumbling about as he stared at the 18-year-old sitting on the grass. He saw the pants wrapped around the boy’s ankles with his underwear folded over, the bare skin of Bailey’s legs shaking as he sat there, sobbing and mumbling his apologizes. It amazed him that Bailey was blaming himself for what had happened and he couldn’t figure it out, because he knew that he had been the aggressor, had been the one to cause all this and yet inside, his mind was telling him to let it go, to not ruin this opportunity to escape judgement and yet deep down inside a small voice stirred, arguing with his mind and he wasn’t sure what to do.
Chris “Uh look Bailey, don’t go on like that, okay? It’s over and hell, I am not going to broadcast what went on here, okay?”
Bailey “Really?”
Chris “Yeah, really, look it was the booze okay? No big deal, shit happens, just uh, don’t you go blabbing it either, I mean…”
Bailey “No, no I won’t tell a soul, honest, thanks Chris, I really, I mean, shit, thanks, uh, I uh, I mean… shit, I meant what I said, I’ll do whatever you want, I mean, I did sort of, I mean…”
Chris “Stop, okay, just stop, like I said, no harm, it’s over with and we’ll just uh, just forget about it, okay? That’s what you can do for me; just forget this ever happened, okay? Deal?”
Bailey “For real? I mean, I am not a welcher, if there is…”
Chris “I said drop it, forget it… got it?”
Bailey “Yes, sorry, I got it”
Chris “Okay, uh, pull your pants up and we’ll head back to the dorm”
Bailey “Thanks Chris”
Chris “Yeah, sure, uh, hurry up okay, its cold and we should head back”
Bailey “Okay”
Chris could hear Bailey moving, standing up and he heard the pants being zipped up as he walked back towards the car, feeling total relief at escaping from what could have been his total destruction. He shook as he realized how close he came to actually doing what he had wanted, and he thanked his lucky stars for being able to stop it before it got too far. As it was he knew that he would sweat bullets for a bit, wondering if Bailey would tweak to what had happened, if he would get beyond whatever it was that made him think it had been his fault. He cursed himself for stopping and picking him up in the first place but then he had been lonely, lonely and pissed off with the great Mr. Waddington. Damn that asshole, why did he have to twist things around so much?
He waited by the car, as he heard Bailey slowly coming up from the trees and he stared at the figure, seeing how slowly he walked and how scared he still looked. It was really unnerving really because he knew in his heart that Bailey hadn’t done anything but be in the wrong place at the wrong time. His own heart ached as he also felt the fear inside, realizing that he was capable of being as bad as Grant Waddington and he wondered if all this was worth it, or if maybe he should just tell his dad that there wasn’t any chance?
As Bailey climbed into the car, he turned to stare at Chris, wondering if he would keep his word, if he wouldn’t tell anyone about what he had done or would he tell everyone the second that the opportunity arose? His heart felt heavy with shame and fear, shame for leading Chris on though he still wasn’t too sure how he had done that, and fear that everyone would know about him. Maybe if he talked to Andy about it but then he knew that if he did, he’d most likely ruin that friendship too. He felt so dejected, so alone that he turned away and stared out, his eyes still filling with tears as he continued to condemn himself for his stupidity.
Sheriff Dante Miller
His eyes moved carefully around the whole field, never straying far from the trailer as he stared out, looking at the tree line and the fences that ran along the road. His body was tense as he sat in the car, staring at the soft glow of yellow that spilled out from behind the drawn curtains of the trailer and he could see how vulnerable the place was. He sighed as he sat there, listening to the muted calls over the radio, hearing another ‘all clear’ report from his deputies and he wondered if maybe they were right, if maybe he was being simply paranoid, but deep down in his heart, Sheriff Miller knew that Keith Tanner was here, or on his way here.
Staring out at the trailer, knowing that two young men were inside doing something that technically was illegal in his state also bothered him. How could he have not known about Kip before his visit earlier? It shook him a little too as he had known about Jesse, the family was the exact opposite to Kips, they were known and part of the so called moral upstanding part of the township, or were they? Thinking back on how they had so easily pushed their own son out simply because he was gay didn’t seem very upstanding to him, but then again his own lack of morality or character didn’t really give him a right to judge. He had failed Kip and his family just as he had failed Jesse really, because he shouldn’t have accepted the family’s plan, he shouldn’t have gone along with it all in the name of protecting a family’s so called reputation.
Now the two families might very well find themselves joined in a way that neither of them thought possible. He knew the boy inside with Jesse was from the Academy, and he knew that Jesse most likely wasn’t tutoring him for classes and yet there was something that made him turn a blind eye to what he knew was happening. Besides, if he could turn that same blind eye to some of the shenanigans that the kids from the Academy pulled, surely he could do the same for one his own?
He shook his head wondering what the world was coming to these days. So many changes, courts and society never quite agreeing on what to do, politicians mouthing their same old promises but things never really did change, and he stared once more over at the trailer, knowing that there was no way he could let Kip stay there another night, nor could he even let it be used for anything else, not until Keith Tanner was either found or dead and he knew which option he would prefer.
Sheriff Dante Miller started the patrol car up, easing it back onto the single lane road and slowly he moved away from the trailer, hoping that they had the time and thinking that perhaps he shouldn’t take the chance. He stopped up the road at the stop sign, sitting there wondering when he saw the car go by, a dark beat up Camero that he knew belonged to one of the towns less reputable citizens. Seeing that car go by made up his mind as he pulled the patrol car around and headed back towards Kips’ trailer.
As much as he didn’t want to interfere, he knew in the pit of his stomach that he needed Jesse to be over at the Tanner home tonight and that Kip needed to be at the garage, tonight. He felt strangely at peace as he wheeled the car into the driveway, making sure that it was not a quiet entrance so that at least he would give Jesse time to put his pants on and perhaps close the damn bedroom door this time. He parked the patrol car next to the black corvette and waited an extra minute or two, keeping the lights on as he slammed the car door and walked up to the trailer.
The sudden return of the car made him stop and hold his breath as he watched the lights pull around and stop right up next to the fancy car in front of the trailer door. He held his breath as he waited, seeing the balding pot bellied man climb out, his hand resting on the holster at his side and he waited, his breath still as the anger inside grew.
The loud knock on the trailer door echoed across the field and he cursed silently as he slowly inched his way back to the tree line, knowing that tonight wasn’t the night. Carefully he inched back, keeping his anger muted and telling himself that he had plenty of time, knowing the sweet taste of his retribution was merely delayed for a brief moment in time, something he had plenty of.
As he knocked on the door he suddenly grew tense, his eyes looking out at the field and the bank of trees outlined only by being darker than the rest of the area, feeling uneasy as he knocked a second time, his hand holding the butt of his gun as if to make sure it was there, to make sure it was handy as his eyes kept searching the empty field for something that wasn’t there, or was it?
Bobby Tanner
The sound of his sisters talking made him squirm a little and he silently crawled out from under his bed. His eyes were red from tears and his young 13-year-old body shook as he peered out to see the soft yellow glow coming into his darkened room from under the door. He wished Kip were here because then maybe he’d not feel so scared, so frightened. The nightmares had come again, but then they always did come eventually. For a brief time they had left him alone but they had started the night after Kip had been forced to leave the house. He knew that his father would come back, no one really believed him not even Kip but he knew, he had seen the hate in the eyes that day when they had dragged him off, and he knew that there was nothing he could do about it.
He may have been only 7 when it had all happened but he still could see those angry eyes, the look of hate so real and so vicious that he had peed his pants, and yet no one else seemed to have noticed it. The way his father had looked at him and at Kip was something he would never forget.
Bobby reached back under his blanket, feeling for the long cold metal object that he kept next to him and as he felt the cold steel against his tiny fingers he sighed, feeling a little bit better. Kip had told him when he left that he would have to be the man of the house while he was elsewhere and he took it seriously. No one knew about his secret, and he let his hand rest against the cold metal, feeling a bit safer and knowing that if Kip ever found out he’d be in deep shit, but he was doing what he was told, he was being the man of the house.
The tears were slowly drying on his face as he heard his sisters talking, wondering if they ever thought about it, if they ever worried that he would return like he did? Girls were different, not really like he or Kip were and yet there were times when he thought that maybe they too worried about him, about what they would do if he did show back up but no one ever said anything, no one ever spoke about it.
The house grew quiet and he slowly crawled back under the bed, pulling his blanket closer around his body, the cold metal resting next to his shaking ribs as he pulled his pillow up and let his head rest in it, wishing that Kip would come home, that he didn’t have to live way out in that trailer. The tears came again as he felt so lonely and frightened, not sure what he could do but as he tried to wipe them away, to stop them he knew that no matter what he wouldn’t let Kip down, he would be the man of the house, no matter what.
Jesse – Andy
He had heard the car easing away and felt a bit easier as he lay in Kip’s bed, Andy’s head resting on his chest. He doubted if Andy had heard the car drive up or even leave, as they had talked for a bit. He felt like a whole new life was suddenly being given to him. There was no denying that Andy cared for him in a way that surprised him really and it scared him a little too. It had been a long time since he had ever let himself feel anything for anyone, and even though he had barely known Andy, there had been something in his eyes that had drawn him to him.
Jesse still couldn’t believe how much he craved Andy’s body, how much he wanted to feel and touch every part of that young tender flesh, and even now, as he slowly ran his hand down the boy’s side, he felt the fires inside growing hotter with each passing second. They had already made love once, something that had surprised him by the fierceness of it all, the way that Andy had suddenly become like a wild man, the way he had moved around and all over as Jesse had found all those special spots.
He had some good experience in sex, after all he had been doing it for some time and as much as Kip thought he had done it for survival he knew the truth, knew that he had turned tricks for more than just the money. Sure there were many he had sex with that if it wasn’t for the money he would never have considered sleeping with, but there were just as many who he would have gladly slept with without being paid for it. In some ways it irked him too, and for a brief second or two he felt guilty about it, knowing that Kip was something special too, that being with Kip was perhaps something that would last if given a chance, but then too it could also ruin what they seemed to have, which was a deep friendship.
Jesse leaned back into the pillow, feeling the hard steel of the gun underneath and he wondered how it had stayed hidden while he and Andy had found each other? He glanced down at the boy, seeing the soft wisps of Andy’s short blonde hair curled over his forehead. It really was strange to be laying here, a hint of Kip’s scent still detectable despite the almost over powering scent of Andy that now swirled around his nostrils as he continued to just stare at Andy.
It was strange too, the way that he had suddenly become relaxed when he had first heard the patrol car drive up, slow and quiet, knowing it was the Sheriff. He hadn’t really thought much about the sudden change in events, how the Sheriff had simply ignored what he had to have seen earlier, and yet how relieved he had been when Jesse had told him he would stay at Kips. There was something about the Sheriff that made him trust the man, even though Kip didn’t but he couldn’t blame Kip for feeling that way, given all that had happened. Strange, in many ways he too should hate the Sheriff but he never did. Hearing him park and knowing he was out there had been comforting and yet at the same time it drove him the seriousness of what he had walked into.
What was weird was that he never really thought about that, about the danger he so quickly agreed to become a part of, and as he let his hand run down Andy’s soft skin, it was something he felt kind of proud about. He never really had done much for anyone before, never really let himself feel so close to anyone as he suddenly found himself feeling for Kip.
Perhaps Kip was right, maybe they were better off being friends than trying to be lovers but as he had made love to Andy earlier, he had found himself comparing the wild passion he was having to that he had had earlier with Kip. There was something nagging at the back of his mind each time his body had met Andy’s hard wild thrusts upwards, the way his body formed into Andy’s only made him think more about Kip’s own powerful thrusts to meet his penetrating pushes. It was a wild thought, to be making love with someone as wild as Andy turned out to be as it had been to feel the slow painful entry of Kips own penis into his rectum. The way Kip had slowly pushed it in, keeping him twisting on it, feeling each pulse of his heart as his cock throbbed inside of him and comparing that feeling to the wild abandon he felt when entering Andy.
Everything seemed to be happening so fast for him, first meeting Kip and falling hard for him, the sex they had and then the sudden decision that maybe they’d be better off being friends and then Andy and everything else. It was like he was suddenly aboard a raging hurricane and he didn’t know which was real, the feelings he had suddenly for Andy or the warmth he felt for Kip? It had him thinking, something he had not bothered to do for some time and it was all confusing, and then this whole thing with Kip’s dad.
Laying here in Kip’s bed was unreal too, considering how they had acted and now to have used it with Andy was kind of weird. It was like he was comparison shopping and that bothered him. He wasn’t used to all these strange thoughts and yet he stared down, feeling the gentle motion of Andy’s breath against his chest, feeling the thrill of just touching his milky white flesh, seeing how it trembled a little to his gentle touch. He shook his head as the sound of the car coming into the driveway intruded on his thoughts. He suddenly felt the icy chill entering his body as the lights came into view, flashing past the curtained window and he knew that it was the Sheriff once again.
His first thought was that something had happened and his hand quickly left Andy’s body to push himself upright, his other hand reaching automatically for the gun that the Sheriff had loaned him. The motion waking Andy up who smiled up at him for a mere second before stark fear came across his face as he saw Jesse sitting up, a long barrelled gun in his hand.
Andy “Jesse… what is it?”
Jesse “It’s the Sheriff, he’s back”
Andy “Back? When was he, what is going on?”
The lights glared thru the window and he knew that something was wrong. Cold beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he crawled over Andy’s body and got to his feet. He had the gun at his side as he searched for his pants, hearing the car’s motor running in idle as it stopped out front by the trailer door. He put the gun down for a second, pulling his torn jeans up and fastening the button and zipping up, then reaching back to take the gun in one hand. He moved over to the window, peering out at the car and then he searched elsewhere, peering out towards the darkened field that stretched out from the trailer.
Jesse “Stay in here, okay? Don’t do anything, don’t make a sound, okay?”
He was becoming frightened as he saw the way Jesse moved and held the gun. It was almost as if there was some sort of danger near by and while he had noticed the gun before, he didn’t think much about it after they had talked for a bit. He was still basking in the glow of their wild passionate love making and now everything suddenly seemed different, changed in a way that made him shudder as Jesse glanced out the window. Andy could hear the purr of the police cruiser, its deep throated rumble only adding to his feelings of sudden panic and fear.
Andy “Okay but, Jesse if you are in trouble, I can help, my father has influence…”
Jesse “That’s nice but I am not in trouble, just, look, just put your pants on and be quiet, okay? I’ll explain later if I can”
Andy “Okay”
He sat upright in the bed, watching as Jesse slowly moved towards the door, peering out into the hall and living area of the trailer. Andy’s eyes saw the way Jesse held the gun, almost as if he thought there might be someone out there, waiting for him, which was freaking the hell out of him. His heart was pounding as he slowly pushed aside the thin sheet around his knees and stepped down onto the floor. His eyes were bulging as he kept them glued to Jesse’s back, seeing the ridges of his spine standing out against the night’s darkness.
Everything had gone suddenly cold in his mind as he waited, watching Jesse slowly go out into the hallways. The hard loud knock made him jump as he pulled his own pants up, his heart suddenly feeling like it was lodged up in his mouth. The sound echoed as he watched the way Jesse moved and then stop, he turned to look back and he signalled with his hand to Andy, indicating that Andy was to close the bedroom door. Andy moved forward, stubbing his toe against the bed as he reached the door and softly brought it almost closed. He kept part of it open, his body leaning close so he could hear anything that went on outside. His body was trembling as the second knock came and he heard Jesse’s voice calling out, asking who it was.
The Sheriff heard the voice calling out, and he smiled because he was certain that Jesse knew it was him but he wasn’t taking any chances which only made the Sheriff feel better. His own body was tense as he answered, his eyes darting all around, keeping them focused away from his cruiser’s lights as he surveyed the dark field around the trailer, unsure of the shadows that played across his vision. He stopped dead still for a second as he thought he saw something but he dismissed it as the trailer door opened a crack, and he turned to see into the trailer. There was no face peering at him, just an empty room and he knew that Jesse wasn’t in front of the door but off to the side and he was certain that he would find him holding the gun he had loaned him too, which made him relax a little as he stepped inside.
Sheriff “Sorry Jesse, uh, you can put the gun down”
Jesse “Okay, uh, what is it? Kip okay?”
Sheriff “Yeah for now, look, I have been thinking, I’d like you to move in at Kip’s now, not tomorrow”
Jesse “Why? What has happened?”
Sheriff “Nothing, honest son, call it an old man’s gut feeling, I just think that we can’t afford to take anything for granted, you understand?”
Jesse “I think so, Kip know?”
Sheriff “Not yet, I wanted to get you first, then I’ll head over to Boone’s and talk to him, think he should stay there tonight too”
Jesse “He isn’t going to like that”
Sheriff “I know, also I think that, well, I don’t think we can hide what we suspect from the girls, they are pretty smart and they’ll figure it out, so, I think I’d like Kip to come and explain it to them, sort of, well…”
Jesse “Okay, uh, I have a… I mean…”
Sheriff “I’ll wait outside, don’t take long, we’ll go together, you and your uh friend can lead the way, that’s his car isn’t it?”
Jesse “Yeah”
Sheriff “Jesse, shit son, I am sorry for this, but, I have this feeling that we have less time than maybe we expected, you sure you are up for all this?”