Chapter 5

Part 1

Jake rolled the big rig out of the station and headed back up the road towards the fast moving interstate highway. As he had climbed up into the cab, he managed to turn to stare down at the tall young man. The smile on his face was evidence enough of how pleased he was but the twinkle in his eyes made sure there was no mistaking his feelings. Kip just smiled up at Jake, a grin on his own face and as Jake was about to turn and enter the cab, Kip licked the corner of his mouth very slow, and he saw Jake almost fall back down. He waved to the driver as he turned to tend to the car that had just pulled in and Jake wondered what was it that had brought such life to the tall boy. Whatever it was, he kind of wished that would happen to him too and for the first time in a long time, he actually felt like maybe there was hope, even for him.

Jesse watched the rig pull away with the smiling driver and his attention turned back towards Kip. He was so handsome, the way he looked even the pair of fading grease stained coveralls he was wearing. There just was something about how Kip looked that seemed to draw a person’s attention. He was one of those good looking young men that you noticed, no matter where you were or what they were wearing, your eyes were just naturally drawn to them. Kip was one of those, always had been and the sad thing was that he never really seemed to know that.

Thinking back to high school, Jesse realized just how lonely Kip must have been. He never really hung out with any particular group, he was good at gym and most sports but he just never seemed to fit in. He could remember many times passing him in the hallway and nodding, the way Kip would suddenly smile had always twisted his heart a little only then he was fighting his feelings. Damn, he wished he had listened then, maybe his life would have turned out much different but somehow he doubted it, he figured it might not have so much heartache, but it still would have sucked.

Staring at Kips firm butt as he was bent over the hood of the truck he was servicing, Jesse wondered what it would have been like had he really taken that chance, if he had approached Kip back in High School. Would he have been punched in the face? Would he have been laughed at? Looking at Kip, he knew that even had Kip not been interested, he wouldn’t have hit him or laughed at him, that just wasn’t his style. Too bad, he should have said something back then, but at least he had found him again, and to be honest it was one of the reasons for his return to town.

Okay, to be honest it wasn’t because of Kip, but it was strange how when he had gotten back, the idea of running into Kip had pressed on his mind until he finally had asked Shawn if he knew were Kip was hanging these days. He had a lot of history with Shawn, some of it not so pleasant but they had at least remained friends over the few years since High School, which helped when he returned to find that even his own house was no longer the sanctuary he had hoped for.

Funny, but it was right after his own father had slammed the door in his face that his heart finally convinced his stubborn mind to seek Kip out. He didn’t know why really, it wasn’t like they had been friends in their school years, and if more than a few words had ever passed between them he would have been stunned, and yet here he was now, dreaming about wrapping his legs around that tall full body, holding him tight into his arms and kissing him in every conceivable place. God, he was being weird, and yet his duffle bag, all of his possessions rested now on the floor in Kip’s bedroom, the place where he hoped to spend a lot of time in, and only 24 hours earlier he had felt like jumping off a bridge or something.

Life was indeed strange, here he was, rooming with someone that had always made him drip, made him ache in places he knew he shouldn’t be aching for when thinking of another male, but Kip made him ache there and he hadn’t the balls to pursue it. Not then anyways, but now, well now was different or was it? After all, he didn’t say dick this morning and the opportunity had been there, just that he was still too damn scared of his own shadow, or so it seemed.

Kip “Hey! Daydreamer! You wanna grab that one?”

Jesse flinched as the sound of Kip’s voice broke through his thoughts and he saw that three other vehicles had pulled up to the pumps. He grinned at Kip and waved and ran to help his long lost buddy out. It really was a busy station and Jesse wondered if there might be a chance of grabbing a part time job here, which would be nice. He thought it would be fun to work with Kip, at the station and with the occasional date thrown in from Andy, he just might be able to get by without any real hassle. Besides, he needed to carry his own weight, no way was he going to let Kip support him and as he held the nozzle in the tank, he wondered what Kip’s story was, why was he burdened by supporting the entire family?

Holding the gas hose, other thoughts also ran through his mind and he could feel the ache again inside of his pants. Christ, he was like some teenager experiencing his first goddamn date or something. Mind you the thought of his hand wrapped around Kip’s pole was worth being excited about, after all Kip was a hot looking stud. The way his hair looked, his eyes, the way he just held himself all made him a complete package of desire. Christ, if he didn’t keep his mind on what he was doing, he’d be giving the damn gas away.

Life had never been easy for Kip and yet tonight, he felt like he was ruling the world. Everything was starting to click, first running into Jesse last night had brought back the few pleasant memories he had of High School. It seemed that virtually all of his good thoughts centred around Jesse and yet they weren’t considered friends and they didn’t even hang out together, but still, it was his highlight whenever he would pass him in the halls or on the street even and Jesse would smile or nod or even say hi. He remembered how he used to live for those words, hoping he would run into Jesse and that maybe, just once, Jesse would say more than hi. It never happened but he sure used to hope for and now Jesse was sleeping at his place.

More than that, he also knew that this time, they would do more than just look everywhere but at each other. This time, they would find out exactly what each other were like and that made him excited and nervous all at the same time. He couldn’t explain it either, there was so many questions he wanted to ask Jesse, so much he wanted to know but through all of those thoughts, all he really wanted was that it would last. That whatever happened after work tonight would not be the end or short term.

Kip couldn’t explain it either; he had never really felt so alive as he did thinking about Jesse and him. It was almost as if a long lost part of his soul had just been found and he was actually giddy with the idea of reuniting the missing part with the rest. Maybe he was going nuts, or maybe he had sniffed too much gas fumes but the ache in his heart was real, the pain in his soul was real, and the desire of his body was most definitely real.

Normally he hoped for nights like this, when cars would constantly roll up to the pumps so he could make the time pass quickly but tonight wasn’t one of those nights. Tonight he had wished for a slow night, so he could talk and just enjoy being with Jesse, maybe even sneak out of sight into the service bay and have a more intimate talk with the man of his dreams, the boy of his childhood fantasies, but no such luck. Thinking about it as he talked to the customer, he wasn’t angry that the place was busy because in a weird perverted sense it made him actually hornier. He knew that once they got back to his dump things would certainly be hot, and that thought, that fleeting image, helped keep the ache constant between his legs and he could tell that Jesse was having similar thoughts, least the constant bulge in his jeans said he was.

Part 2

Andy leaned up against the back of the wall, his eyes lowered as he stared at his nude body. He opened his legs wider, letting the glow of the soft night-light cast its eerie shadow across his stretched out body. He could hear Bailey sucking in his breath as he ran his hands lightly down his legs, taking his time as he just stared at the wavering pole that glared back at him, its one eye red and puffy as thoughts of Jesse’s naked body and Bailey’s own aroused body flashed thru his thoughts. Even Kip managed an appearance in his thoughts as he just ran his hands up and down his legs slowly, letting them softly press his own flesh.

He couldn’t believe he was doing this, he didn’t think he had the courage in him to display his nude body in such a manner, and to be honest, he didn’t really expect anyone to want to see him in this way, but then Bailey did, and that was strange. Either he had a warped sense of what was hot or maybe he didn’t have a bad looking body, but personally, he was sure that Bailey just hadn’t really seen anyone nude and that was the reason.

His hand moved up his flat stomach now, his other hand resting near his groin, feeling the heat and excitement that was raging inside of his 18 year old body. Andy leaned his head back, his eyes closing as he conjured up the standing figure of Jesse, his long hair flowing around his shoulders, his smile gleaming in the light of dusk and his eyes. God, his eyes were so captivating that he could forget about everything else, but not the eyes. They had held him in their gaze for so long and he felt like he had been totally ravished by them. He didn’t think one part of his insides had escaped their soulful search or inquisition.

Andy’s hand moved up his chest, slowly circling the puffy breast on one side, his other hand began to slowly cross his belly, the small wrinkles of flesh shaking to his touch and yet all he could see was that look, that haunting enticing look that had made his cock jerk inside of his pants and which now made it jerk again, only though no pants or shorts were covering it. Bailey could see it move, the dim night light giving just enough light for Bailey’s eyes to see the hard shape in all its splendour.

The two fingers gently pushed apart to let the thin nipple slide past and rest between them. His hand was spread out across his breast, resting on the warm flesh as he slowly brought the fingers closer together, slowly closing the gap around the small pink nub of flesh and he could feel his heart begin to beat a little faster as his mind continued to entice his desire, continued to roll a slide show of erotic images and thoughts of Jesse.

His hand moved back and forth across his belly, the fat rolls shaking like jelly with each pass of the long thin hand. Andy sighed a little and he could feel the bed moving a bit now, and there was a brief press against one leg, the one closest to Bailey and he smiled, wondering how Bailey was doing. He slowly turned his face, letting his smile grow as he looked over to the figure next to him. Andy saw Bailey staring at his groin, his own eyes bugged out wide open as he watched each movement of Andy’s hand.

Andy felt a strange warmth inside and somewhere deep down he felt like a fire had begun to burn and it made him feel good, a nice sort of comfortable feeling that was starting to grow as he turned his head back, to look across the room at his empty bed and then upwards, to gaze at the ceiling while his thoughts went back to only a few hours earlier, when he lay on the ground staring up at the sky and at the blond hair that was swaying across his naked chest while the hands of the person was lightly moving down the inside of his thighs.

As his leg shook, it moved further apart and suddenly it was resting firmly against the flat of Bailey’s foot. The touch of his hot leg against the warm flesh of his roommate made his head snap back down, his eyes swivelled to stare at Bailey’s eyes that glimmered like small pools of melted chocolate. His heart skipped a beat or two and suddenly Andy felt a strange ache in his chest, his breathing grew shallow unlike the way it had when Jesse had touched him.

Every part of his body suddenly felt like it had been charged with a jolt of pure energy and he could feel his muscles tightening, his body began to tremble even more as his leg rested tight up against the now shaking foot of Bailey. There was something strange happening which his mind couldn’t fathom and yet it identified the strange fire growing deep within.

It was as if a battle of wills had suddenly commenced inside of him between his mind and his soul. His hand suddenly moved down from his chest, reaching for the hot throbbing cock that was swaying between his legs and yet his eyes refused to leave Bailey’s face. He watched the expression on the young face as his hand gripped his cock shaft.

He saw the reflection in Bailey’s eyes and yet he also felt like there was something trying to pull him closer. He could feel the drag on his heart, as if it too was reaching out for whatever was calling him. Andy’s legs twitched and yet pushed in harder against the foot, as if it wanted to melt into the foot, to let it become one so they could share the energy that was crackling and flowing between them.

Andy’s fingers wrapped around the 1-¼ inch pole and held it tightly. The palm of his hand was coated in sweat and he could feel the water steaming as he slowly started to bring his hand up the 7-½ inch pole. His eyes were suddenly held in Bailey’s gaze and he felt like his heart was jumping up and down as he moved his hand upwards, to the hot centre of the pole where the winking eye was boiling over, hot sticky pre cum slowly oozing from the tip and he could feel his whole body tensing, growing excited as his hand reached the top.

He could see the excitement in Bailey’s eyes, the incredibility of the scene almost too much for his young heart and Andy felt it suddenly, as if it had reached out and touched his own beating one. The flash of electricity was unbelievable and he could feel Bailey’s foot twitching, feel it shake and shudder with each pound of his heart.

The hot touch of his pre cum against the palm of his hand made his whole body shake, his leg slamming hard into the bottom of Bailey’s foot and he felt his head shaking as it started to lean backwards, the eye contact broken by the overwhelming lust that was consuming his body. He shook as he started to moan now, the sticky sensation only making the sound long and drawn out, as his mind no longer could control the various body parts. They were acting on their own now and images began to float past his mind in random orders.

He saw an old high school heart throb, then Kip’s smiling face loomed before him and he could feel himself licking his lips as he marvelled at the firm tight butt as the young man leaned over the hood of his car. His hand was slowly sliding down his shaking cock shaft, coating it with his own gooey pre cum and his mind now saw Jesse’s smiling face, his white teeth gleaming as Andy came out of the gas station washroom.

His eyes fluttered as the sight of fresh pink flesh came into his view, he saw the twitching nipple and the dark brown around the firm little nipple and he heard the soft sounds of laughter, the voice itself exciting him further as he waited for the face to come into focus, and he felt like he was back in his high school’s locker room as the soccer team was finished showering.

Slowly his hand circled the thick base of his cock, coating it and flattening his small puff of pubic hairs, feeling them curl right into the soft flesh of his groin and he reached around, pushing away the two full balls, feeling the leathery sac as he moved his hand around, coating his cock and now once more beginning the journey upwards, towards more of his precious early milk.

Jesse’s two golden cheeks shone in his face now as he stared down at him, seeing the tight flesh shake as he pulled his pants down. God he was so beautiful and the way he moved, so confident and so full of life. It was amazing that he would soon get to hold and touch all of that once more and he groaned loudly now, his hand starting to rush a little as he held the image of Jesse’s pants starting to slide down, his own groin aching as he relived the strip tease that Jesse did for him only hours ago.

He breathed in deeply, still smelling the faint fragrance of pine trees, the sweet fresh aroma of clover mingling with the scent of some flower. All of that he could smell still as his hand stroked his hard 7-½ inch cock. The pre cum now dripping in a steady stream as his hand grew faster and tighter. Every part of his mind was still reliving it all, and yet even hoping for more. The large images of Jesse’s hard cock made his head roll from side to side and he groaned repeatedly. His feet were like steel beams, stretched far out and every tremble of his heart made them rock in the wind, striking the foundations and sending deep waves into the very earth itself.

The beat of Andy’s legs against his foot was like a pile driver hitting him. Each time the leg struck, Bailey felt like he would shoot through the wall from the force and from the energy that was shot into his body. He couldn’t believe his eyes as he was actually living out part of his fantasy. There was Andy, nude and on his bed, stroking the most lovely cock he had ever seen, and he could feel its power with each stroke, his heart racing faster with each long pull on that fantastic throbbing pole. The aches in his groin were growing with each second, with each stroke and the scene, his hand holding his own cock, hypnotized him but stunned by the immense power of Andy’s action, it was still, the cock jerking slightly in its grip.

Bailey watched the way Andy’s head rolled and he heard each loud moan, felt each loud groan as if they were bullets striking at him. His whole body shook to each sound, backed off with each noise and he felt like his whole body was about to explode in a burst of thunderbolts. The pain grew and he could feel the fire inside of him, it was burning hot and only growing with each stroke that Andy executed along that magnificent pole. The flesh just glistened in the room’s dingy night-light and it held his eyes, making him feel faint as the hand began to move faster as time passed by.

Andy could feel the eyes on his crotch and yet all he could see was Kip’s smiling face as they left, as if he had a secret or worse, as if he knew the secret, knew Andy’s secret and yet it no longer terrified him, instead it made him wonder if Kip would join him and Jesse one night, or even better, if he would be with them tomorrow night. The mere mention of the coming date made his hand pump faster and he started to feel the blood rushing under his hand, filling his hard cock so that it was full and ready.

His body began to shake harder as the idea of feeling Jesse’s powerful cock reaching inside of him grew in his mind and his heart. He could feel his muscles stretching and he felt the small pain ripping at his rectum even now in anticipation of tomorrow’s coming event. His body was pouring sweat now as he felt the excitement rising even faster, his hand moving faster with his raging emotions.

Bailey was in shock as he watched the hot young man stroking his cock right in front of him. His own body was trembling with disbelief and yet he could feel the desire inside of him, the growing urge to reach out to actually touch the hot body of the naked young man. His pulse raced as he could see the hand beginning to blur, its motion increasing as Andy’s thoughts of whatever where racing forward, reaching for that final climax and his own heart ached, wishing he could be a part of that climax.

His mind kept saying this couldn’t be happening and yet his eyes were witnessing the hard even strokes, he could see the hot flesh shaking to the fast rubbing of Andy’s hand, it had to be real, no way could he imagine such detail, hell he could even see the vein underneath throbbing as the hot boiling blood rushed in and out along the hard taut skin. No, it was real and he didn’t understand why he had been given such a privilege, to witness such a powerful scene and his whole body quivered, waiting for what was to come next, wishing that it would not end, afraid of what would happen when it did finally end.

Andy was reeling as the waves of pleasure kept washing thru his whole body. He could feel every nerve as it struggled with the sensations of pure joy and his muscles were coiled, waiting just for that right moment and his legs stretched out taut, his other hand now reached down to cup the full balls, to hold them and wrap them in the palm, holding them tightly as his body began to scream for release. Still his hand flew faster, the flesh taut and unyielding as his dry hand began to burn the flesh itself. His pre cum no longer able to keep up with the wild strokes and his body began to thrash around, the bed squeaking and groaning in protest to the motion.

First there was Kips smiling face, his teeth just visible, then there was Jesse’s long blond hair flowing behind his head in a soft night breeze, then he could see Bailey’s expression of relief when he didn’t make a deal about the magazines, then there was the sight of Jason from high school, his shock as his cock exploded in Andy’s hand, then he saw the red thin lips of Jesse, the red tongue licking them just before they came close to kiss his cock, to slowly wrap their fullness around his own throbbing cock head and his balls suddenly were flinging into his groin. The pain was excruciating and he knew his time was near.

His head stopped rolling and he stared across the bed towards Bailey, he saw the soft face, the sweat dripping form his forehead and he saw the eyes, the way they looked at him with such adoration, he couldn’t help it and in a gasping shallow voice he called out.

Andy “Quick Bailey, come on and take it”

Bailey “What, I can’t, you mean, I …”

Andy “Hurry, I can’t hold it, take it, come on its yours if you want”

Bailey “You sure, oh Christ… I can’t…”

Andy “YES YOU CAN! TAKE It! NOW BAILEY!”

Bailey jumped at Andy’s loud commanding words and he flung his legs back and reached outwards. His chest heaving and his mind completely lost as his body leaned towards the offered treasure. He could smell Andy’s aroma and the scent of his expensive cologne filled hs nostrils but it was mingled with his man scent too. He ached harder as his hands reached forward, his face perspiring as if a dam had burst. Sweat was dripping from his face as he leaned over the hot throbbing pole. He couldn’t believe it was for him as he saw the hot head staring at him, the one eye of the slit winking and looking so angry and yet the soft whiteness that was filling it was unbelievable.

Andy “Hurry, Oh God, Hurry Bailey, Take it, take it now!”

It was unreal, he hesitated for one second until he saw Andy’s hand shoving the hard cock at him, his body was starting to shake and arch upwards as the pain and desire grew unbearable for Andy. His legs began to actually vibrate and in that second, that split second of time, Bailey felt his heart being grabbed by Andy’s heart and he leaned forward.

His legs banged against the wall as he thrust his face downwards, his hands reaching for Andy’s hands and his lips parted slightly as he came down to reach the hot fiery head. His heart was pounding so loudly he couldn’t hear anything, not even the harsh groans of Andy as he moved closer, his tongue flicking out to lick the dry lips and then he felt the heat. It just wafted upwards, striking him square in the face and he could feel the power and excitement of Andy’s body as it waited for him.

The touch of his lips against Andy’s cock head was like a rocket exploding between them. His body shook and his heart raced even faster as the pure power went racing back and forth between the two bodies. Nothing in between stood a chance of surviving as the pure energy flashed and filled the room with its brilliance. Bailey began to cry as his jaw opened to the sudden thrust of Andy’s cock into it. His mouth started to ache and his throat started to choke as the huge cock suddenly was buried deep inside of his mouth.

As he felt Bailey’s lips on his cock head, his hands suddenly released his cock and flew to the side, striking the bed hard as his body suddenly sprang upwards, sending his cock deep into Bailey’s mouth, just as Jesse had taken it before only more so now. The thrill of feeling the back of Bailey’s throat was unreal, his mind was clouded and no longer functioning as his body was exploding in all directions.

His legs struck the bed, and his butt was raised high up in the air for at least two seconds, and his hands now rested firmly on Bailey’s own brunette head. The fingers clasped the thin wisps of hair, feeling the wetness as they were all matted down by the immense sweat that was now dripping onto Andy’s hot rippling belly. He felt each drop strike his belly, feeling the wetness and the heat and his hands now clasped the sweating head, forcing it down even further onto his thrusting cock. He could feel his cock impaling itself deep into Bailey’s throat. He could feel the muscles resisting, the throat constricting and struggling and yet he continued to force it inside, to force it deep so it would fill all of Bailey.

Bailey tried to back away, the sudden force of Andy’s cock into his throat was strange and choking him too. He couldn’t handle it and yet he wanted it, he craved it, wishing he could swallow the whole wonderful throbbing cock but his throat refused, choking and quaking, but still the iron grip that Andy had on him, held him in check and slowly he felt his muscles letting the huge cock in, slowly letting it fill his mouth and throat with its hot power.

Just as Andy’s body started to settle back down into the bed, Bailey could feel it starting to rush forward once more. This time he was ready, well more so than last, and he waited for the hot cock to come racing back inside. He didn’t have long to wait as Andy thrust his whole body upwards once more, this time with even more force as every muscle in his young 18 year old body unleashed its full power and sent every ounce of strength into the upwards thrust. Andy felt the hot cock push past his tongue, felt the hot dripping cock head sliding down his throat, deeper and further than before and once more he found himself choking and gagging on the hot pole.

Bailey didn’t have any time to adjust, the hot cock started to jerk from side to side as it began to travel down his long milky white throat and he could feel it rearing back too, and as he struggled to keep his throat open he felt the loud exclamation of Andy’s voice. The loudness of the cry stunned him and he forgot the throbbing cock in his throat for a second, and then it was quickly back in his thoughts. Andy couldn’t hold back a second longer, his hands suddenly reached out and with his fingers spread out across Bailey’s head, he pulled with all his might on the head, forcing it down like a pile driver on a steel pylon.

Andy “SWALLOW, QUICK SWALLOW”

The words barely registered in his head as he felt the hot rush of the stream of boy milk come flooding deep in his throat. His whole body was suddenly feeling like it was drowning and he started to cough, gagging on the salty sweetness of the huge wave of cum that was filling his throat and washing back upwards, to fill his mouth and pour out the sides.

With some instinct that he didn’t know he had, he listened and began to quickly swallow, gulp after gulp as the huge cock continued its wild explosion of milk inside of his throat. He felt his muscles being coated by the sweet salty mixture and the smell suddenly filled his nostrils. His chest suddenly began to heave and ache as he felt the scent wafting thru his whole body. It was his first time that he actually smelt the aroma of a man shooting his seed and it was wild beyond his imagination. Nothing had prepared him for all these strange new sensations and he cried now as he reached out with his hand to grip the hot throbbing cock shaft, holding it still while he started to suck now, swallowing all that Andy could pump into his now eager throat and mouth.

He could feel the tears as they fell to his groin and yet he couldn’t stop, his hips arched upwards, forcing his cock in further, and he could feel the lips around his cock, holding it tighter now, the throat no longer fighting him and he started to sigh as his body unleashed its final load of boy cream. With Bailey’s hands now holding his cock, he let his fall to the side, their strength gone, as his body suddenly was empty of all feeling. The beat of his heart roared in his head and he could feel the last tremors of his passion rolling through his body and Bailey’s body.

Bailey sucked the last of Andy’s nectar into his mouth, his tongue licking at the softening cock that was slowly slinking out of his mouth. He couldn’t believe how wonderful cum tasted, how salty one second and then like pure sugar the next. It had an unidentifiable odour to it that made him swoon a little and he felt faint, but he sucked still, dragging every last drop of Andy’s cream out of the long pole.

There wasn’t anymore left, and with a sort of reluctance, Bailey lifted his head slowly off the now soft cock and he leaned back on his feet. His body ached still and he could feel the wetness around his own belly and he knew that he had spewed his own load while sucking Andy’s down into his belly. He shivered a little wondering what he should do next, and he was also afraid, scared to look at the young man who had just given him a present of immense proportions. No one had ever gone so far to make him feel at ease, and he knew that Andy had done it out of friendship, but still he wished there was more to it and he could feel his dreams reaching up, trying to make more out of this gift than there was.

Finally he managed to raise his head to look over at the spent body, to see the glistening flash of light on Andy’s golden flesh and he saw a small smile across Andy’s face as their eyes finally made contact. His heart skipped a little, still unsure of what to do or say and suddenly he knew that it was okay, that he didn’t have to say anything. Bailey just leaned back on his elbows; still shaking a little as he stared at Andy, marvelling at how gorgeous he looked and how much he wanted him.

Part 3

Grant sat at the poker table, tiny beads of sweat around his forehead as he stared at his cards and then licked his lips and looked at the faces around the table. His hands were sweating and he knew he was in over his head. There was over $40,000.00 in the pot, and he had shit in his hand. He couldn’t afford to lose his stake, there was no way he could cover this loss without going to his father, and that meant another lecture with no guarantee that he would get the money to cover his losses.

Jimmy “Come on Kid, make up your mind, you in or out?”

Grant stared at the overweight owner of the nightclub and saw his beady eyes boring into his own eyes. He felt a chill run down his spine and he knew that was treading on dangerous ground. Should he continue or fold? If he folded, he could at least cover his losses, if he kept going he’d be left with no choice but to go to his father and that was not a pleasant thought.

Grant “I’ll fold”

Jimmy “Yeah? Well, you are full of surprises”

Grant “How’s that Jimmy?”

Jimmy “Didn’t think you would back away, maybe there is more to you than I thought”

Grant “Aim to please Jimmy, well I guess that’s it for me tonight”

Jimmy “Tapped out for the week are you? I could advance you if you needed it”

Grant “Haha, I am sure you could, at what 50 – 60% interest? I don’t think so Jimmy, besides, you’d be advancing me my own money, I’ll pass.”

Jimmy “Haha, well for friends its only 75%, others, well a bit more”

Grant “I can imagine, well, guess I will see you this weekend”

Jimmy “That still on?”

Grant “Why wouldn’t it be? After all gives me a chance to recover some of my losses, remember I get half of what they lose”

Jimmy “True, well, the girls are all lined up, so I guess then we’ll see you Saturday? Anything else?”

Grant “Uh huh, you sure you’ll have enough of the other? For the party?”

Jimmy “Oh don’t worry about that, I’ll be sure to have enough on hand, you just bring the customers”

Grant “Okay, same split as last year?”

Jimmy “Yeah, the same, hey you don’t trust me kid?”

Grant “Of course I do Jimmy, same as you trust me”

Jimmy “Haha, that’s good, okay kid, Saturday it is then”

Grant “Yeah, Saturday”

He pushed back from the table and stood up; looking down at the huge wad of cash he had just lost to Jimmy. It really wasn’t a big deal yet, but it might become one later on if he didn’t do well on the big bash Saturday. He felt a bit nervous for some reason, and he didn’t really know why. The parties he threw each year during term were most lucrative for him and for Jimmy. It was funny actually, to watch all the idiots fawning over themselves to see who could throw away the most money. He knew that he was stiffed on the totals but then he expected that, but now it was vital that he got a decent shake out of the proceeds.

Slowly he walked out of the backroom and headed past the bar towards the parking lot when he spotted Chris Clark standing by the door. Chris was okay, his dad had some deal pending with his father and Chris was the facilitator, at least that is how he looked at it. Chris’ dad must have told him about the deal and made sure that his son understood how important it was to treat him right. That made him smile and he felt the urge to put it to the test too, after all, it had been a rough night and his losses weren’t exactly an enjoyable feeling. Maybe Chris could help relieve some of the tension he was feeling.

20-year-old Chris watched as Grant moved out from the back room and sauntered past the bar. The look on his face was enough to tell Chris that Grant had not had a good night at the poker table. Then again, he rarely did have a good night but tonight, well judging by his eyes and the shiny beads of sweat on his forehead, he must have dropped a fair chunk of change. That wasn’t a good thought, because Grant got nasty when he lost, and he loved to show off his power, his ability to be top dog, and that wasn’t never pleasant to be around.

Standing by the door waiting, Chris wished he didn’t have to play the game, at least not the way his father had explained it to him. The short of his talk with dear old Dad was simple, if the deal with Grant’s family didn’t go through, they were busted and that meant no next term, no fancy cars, no fancy house, nothing, they would have to liquidate everything, just to meet the creditor demands. It was vital that he secure Grant’s help in getting the deal to go through, and as his father put it, ‘do whatever it takes’ and so he had to put up with the snobbery, the cruelty and even the conniving. He hated it and it made him want to puke but he didn’t dare disappoint his father, he really didn’t know what he would do if he was suddenly reduced to attending a community college, or worse, having to get a job.

Grant walked up to him, his cell phone to his ear as he was talking to someone. Chris listened as Grant’s voice grew angry and he could tell that he was talking to Karen, his latest society trophy. The voice was cold and sharp as he heard Grant tell Karen to go to hell and he snapped closed his phone with such anger that Chris thought for sure he would break the lid.

Chris could see the dark mottled red crossing Grant’s face and he felt terror for the first time. Grant was not a cool person; he had a mean streak in him that if he weren’t rich would have gotten him killed long ago. Only the money had saved his ass, that and what it could buy and Chris felt like tonight was not a good night to be in Grant Waddington II’s bad books.

The set of car keys came flying from Grant’s hands towards Chris and he had to move quickly to catch them. He grabbed at them and managed to hold on despite the fact the ignition key was jammed into the palm of his hand, the pain was rather surprising and yet the fear in his own heart seemed even more painful.

Grant “You drive”

Chris “Okay, where to?”

Grant “Fuck, I don’t care, just drive somewhere quiet, I need to relax”

Chris “Uh, sure, rough night?”

Grant “Fuck, just drive, keep the questions to yourself”

Chris “Yeah, okay Grant, don’t bite my head off, I am your friend, remember?”

Grant “Yeah? We’ll see, we’ll see”

Chris felt the chill growing with those words as he climbed into the driver’s seat of the Mercedes sports car. He didn’t like the way Grant was staring at him and the way he said ‘he’ll see’ was spine chilling. The menace the dripped from each word was like a knife aimed at him and he knew that whatever it meant, he’d have to go through with it, for no other reason than it was expected.

They drove around for close to an hour before Grant directed Chris to make a few turns. Finally, they arrived up on a hill, trees were all around but he had him edge the car in amongst them and turn the car off. He stared out at the town the lay below, the occasional light still showing in the small burg and off to the other side, they could see the winking lights of traffic along the busy interstate highway. The wind was a bit cold for this time of year and Chris was feeling chilled, but he wasn’t sure if it was from the wind or the ominous silence of Grant, sitting next to him.

Grant looked out wondering how he could insure that Saturday was a success. He needed to net himself at least $20,000.00 and that wasn’t going to be easy for the first party. Normally it took him until the October party to rake in some serious cash, but he couldn’t afford to wait. Not only that, but he definitely needed to find himself another girlfriend. Damn bitch, who did she think she was refusing his needs, as if he was some normal suitor. She should consider herself lucky that he even called her, never mind being allowed to enjoy the wonders of his body.

Sitting there, he felt the rage inside of him and for a brief instant, only a brief one, he felt scared. He could feel the terrible rage as it ripped at his insides and he knew that unleashed, it could be catastrophic to the point where even all the money his family had wouldn’t be enough to help him. Damn all those assholes, people like Jimmy who thought they could hold him down or squeeze him, or bitches like Karen McNichols who thought she could lead him on and not be there when he needed her. Well fuck her, there were plenty of girls willing to spread their legs for him but that thought wasn’t much comfort for the moment, and he turned to look at Chris. His eyes narrowed a little and a small curl came to his lips as he looked at the 5 foot 10 inch boy sitting next to him.

Chris “Cooled down a little?”

Grant “No, that fucking bitch Karen, who does she think she is anyhow?”

Chris “I don’t know, you can get any girl, I wouldn’t worry about it”

Grant “I am not worrying about it, I know I can have whoever I want, that doesn’t help me now though, does it Chris?”

Chris “Uh, guess not, I mean, it is late”

Grant “Well I fucking need a blow job at least”

Chris “Uh, well, uh, I guess we could to the town…”

Grant “Hell that’s too long of a drive, I have things to attend to in the morning anyhow, no I need a blow job now”

Chris “Uh huh, well what are you going to do then? I mean, if you don’t want to go into town…”

Grant “Well maybe my ‘friend’ will help me out? Right friend?”

Chris “Huh? ME? Hey, I am no faggot Grant, you can’t…”

Grant “Neither am I, but a blow job is a blow job, besides, aren’t friends supposed to help friends out? It isn’t like I am asking you to bend over, now is it?”

Chris “No, but shit, suck on a cock? That’s for fags Grant, you aren’t serious, I mean, are you?”

Grant “You calling me queer Christopher?”

Chris “Fuck no, shit, I mean, no but how does me doing, uh you know, doing that, how is that going to help you? I mean you prefer women, having a guy do, uh…”

Grant “Shit, it isn’t like Karen was that good at it either, so it shouldn’t matter, and besides, I have confidence in my friend that he’ll do it so that I won’t think it was him doing it, so, you my friend Chris? Or maybe you just like to hang with me so I’ll get my family to go for your father’s crazy deal? Is that how you plan to get my help?”

Chris “Shit you know that isn’t true Grant, it is just, shit that’s asking a lot man, to have me, fuck, I don’t know if I can, I mean, I have never… besides, you telling me you would do it for me if I needed a blow job?”

Grant “Now Chris, why would it be important that you get relief? There is a difference, now if you were like me, well that might be different”

Chris “I see, so I am supposed to uh, do this for you, cause your needs are more important?”

Grant “See, that is what I like about you Chris, you can see things so quickly, I am sure my father will find that helpful to him, when he decides on things, especially if I make sure he knows how much of a friend you are, don’t you think so?”

Chris felt like he was being tested and he knew that if he refused, Grant would make sure his father turned his down, and he couldn’t let that happen. On the other hand, if he did do, as Grant wanted, hell if he could do what Grant wanted, he would be under Grant’s thumb forever. No one would take his word that Grant asked him to suck him off, and he would be known as a faggot and ostracized even worse than if his family were paupers. Staring at Grant’s face, he could see the delight Grant was getting in making him squirm, and he realized this wasn’t about sex either; it was about Grant having the power over Chris to make him do something he didn’t want to.

Chris “Yeah, I guess”

Grant “Good, I knew you were a friend, so?”

Chris “Yeah, uh, sure”

Chris looked once more at Grant’s face and his hand moved off the steering wheel, rather hesitantly at first, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he inched his hand over, past the stick shift towards Grants body. He glanced down towards the young boy’s body and he felt a sense of utter revulsion in his stomach, and he could feel the nausea rising as his hand moved to undo Grant’s pant button.

Part 4

State Patrol Officer Patrick Green sat at the long bench poring over the file. His eyes were narrow and he felt a deep chill inside of himself as he read the history on one escaped prisoner, Keith Tanner. The man was 52 years of age and a proud member of the United Militia of America, one of the worst white supremacist groups operating in the United States. Their mantra and code was enough to make any decent human being sick to their stomach and this man was not only a member, but according to the report was high up in the chain of command with the group.

His escape from federal prison where he had been serving time for gross assault on two African American patrons in a bar was worrisome. Authorities thought he might make his way back to his hometown, where they thought he had unfinished business with his family. His wife had divorced him before his conviction and he had sworn revenge, and now he was on the loose.

Officer Green had been told to keep an eye out for him, to pay careful attention to the family home and to the nightclub on the edge of town. Supposedly Keith Tanner was associated with Jimmy Popandros, the owner so he might go there to get money and whatever else he wanted. His Captain had told him that extra 10 hours overtime was being allotted to him if he wished, but no added manpower would be available. If he did see Keith Tanner, he was told to call for backup and wait, that was how dangerous Command thought he was.

Leaning back, he stretched his long legs out under the table and crossed his hands behind his head and thought about Kip. Should he warn him? Should he talk to Boone maybe and get Boone to talk to Kip or should he just leave it alone and do his job? It was tough, because he knew Kip was forced to live in a trailer, the state refusing to let him live with his family because he had a job and if he lived there, they would deny benefits to the family. Sometimes the state was such a cold calculating heartless group and this was one of those times, and yet Kip didn’t flip out, he hadn’t gone over the edge and he worked his ass off trying to help his family out.

Everyone in town knew about the family, and yet not that many seemed to reach out and help them, which puzzled Pat, after all it was a small town and they normally stuck together. Maybe he’d talk to the Sheriff in the morning, see what he had to say about it all, besides he did need to be informed.

Pat Green stared down at the file, the picture of Keith Tanner staring up at him and he felt the hatred oozing from the man’s eyes, even in the photo he could see the rage and anger inside of the man and he felt chilled. The coldness of his eyes, the way his jaw was set, all of it said to Officer Patrick Green that Keith Tanner was a mean son of a bitch and that anyone crossing his path was in danger. He wiped his forehead with one hand, and realized that his other hand was resting lightly on the handle of his service weapon, a glock 9 millimetre.