Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2005 16:15:32 +0000
From: Rebel 777 <rebel777@hotmail.com>
Subject: Caught With Shadow - Chapter 14

Caught With Shadow
By Rebel

Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between teen
Males, and between a teen and his dog.  If material of this nature offends
you, then you should not read this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18
years of age, in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law.

All of the other disclaimers from previous chapters apply.

Thank you all very much for the encouragement.  Positive comments are
always welcome and you may e-mail them to Rebel777@hotmail.com.  I DO
answer all emails.

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Author's Note: Thanks to my readers who have been more than patient.
Sometimes life sends you a few curves that must be dealt with.

To those of you who have been following my other story `Blaine's New Life'
in the Adult/Youth section, these stories are no longer tied together -- one
being a re-write of the other.  As of the current chapter, number 13, the
divergence is complete.  They may have future chapters that correspond
because, after all, the boys and Blaine are still involved.  If anyone is
interested, my other story will also carry on from here.

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Chapter 14 -- A New Friend?!?

`C'mon Dillon, what's keeping you now?' I thought, `You're already 10
minutes late.'  I looked back to the doors for the hundredth time and saw
them open.  `Damn, only a couple of silly girls.  Where is he?  Five more
minutes and I'm goin' home,' but I knew I wouldn't do it.  I'd wait for him
`til hell freezes over if he wanted me too.  `Oh well, but my butt's gettin'
sore on this railing.'  <Sigh>  `I know, it's hell being in love, and after
last weekend over at Blaine's house, I can't hide it anymore -- even from
myself.  I just hafta figure out a way to find out if Dillon loves me.  I
think he does, but sometimes he just goes off on his own and does something
that I don't now about, and get real worried that he might find somebody
else.  I know he's been wanting an older brother, or at least somebody
older, to teach him things, like Marshall taught me, but maybe he'll like
them better than me.  I couldn't bear that; I just hafta find a way to get
him to tell me how he feels about—`

"AAYYYYEEEEE!!!  WHAT THE FUCK!?" I screamed as I was grabbing for the
railing, trying to not fall off.  I looked up right into the gleeful eyes of
my best friend -- laughing his ass off at me in my peril.  "What the hell did
you do that for?"

"Well, you looked so comfy sitting there, lost in your own little world; I
didn't think you'd squeal like girl," Dillon replied, giggling.  "Sorry it
took so long.  Mrs. Hendricks had to have her lecture about sleeping in
class.  Why can't the old bag just give me the extra assignment and let go?
Why does she think she hasta find out everything about me life just cause I
nodded off in class?"

"Well, it IS the second day in a row, Dillon; besides, she's not that old...
is she?" I asked, trying to get my book bag and shit together for our walk.
`Damnit Dillon, everything went flying when I kicked it when you shoved me,'
I thought as I was getting everything put back inside.

"She's in her forties, dude.  That's the same age as my father," he said as
he was helping me pick up my stuff.

"So, Blaine's older too," I reminded him.

"Yeah, but not that old.  Besides, that's different," he said, looking
directly in my eyes.

"Why -- cause you're falling in love with him?"  `OH SHIT -- I can't believe
that just popped out.  I guess it's because I got so mad at him being late
and I'd forgotten that he had to see Mrs. Hendricks after school.'  I could
feel my eyes start to burn -- I just know I've screwed up everything now.  I
grabbed my book bag and started for home with Dillon still looking at me
with his mouth open.

"Garret, wait up," I heard him say, then he was beside me, put his hand on
my arm, and stopped me.  "Garret, dude, I am NOT falling in love with
Blaine.  He's just an older guy that we can learn from.  Somebody I can talk
to -- an adult -- when the shit gets bad at home."  He reached under my chin
and lifted it to look into those wonderful cinnamon colored eyes that I get
soooo lost in.  "Besides, there's only one person I feel like that about,"
he said starting to blush.  He reached into his back pocket and handed me
his handkerchief.  "Here dude, you look like you need this," and I took the
kerchief and dabbed at my eyes as we started walking again.

We were just walking down the sidewalk, both deep in though when he said,
"You do know that, don't you?"  I looked up at him as we walked, seeing real
concern in his eyes.

"Know what?"

"That I love you," he almost whispered.  We had just crossed the first
street headed home, and I stopped dead and just stared at him.  He stopped a
couple of steps later and looked back at me, blushing all over.  I didn't
know what to say -- or what to do.  I just stood there, dumbstruck.  We were
only about three feet apart, and there wasn't anyone else close by.
"Garret, you do know that don't you?  I've been so in love with you for like
years -- I just didn't know what to say, or how to tell you."  I stepped
closer to him and took his hand in mine to reassure him.  He looked like he
was almost in tears, so I reached up and stroked his cheek.

"Dillon, I LOVE you.  I just didn't know if it was only me, and I was too
scared to find out that you didn't love me back."  I squeezed his hand and
then dropped it, knowing that we were still close to the school and anybody
could see us.  "C'mon, let's go to your house.  I can call mom from there."

"My house?  Why?" he asked.

"Privacy silly.  You know my mom and sisters are at my place; not to mention
the dogs," I told him with a goofy grin on my face.  "There's nobody home at
you place, right?"

"Riigghhhtt," Dillon replied, finally catching my meaning, and we both
turned and headed off down the street.


Dillon opened the door with his key and entered the code in the alarm
system.  He looked absolutely gorgeous bending over to drop his books on the
chair, and I saw no reason to hold back, so I slid up behind him, pushing me
super hard cock right into the crack of his ass outlined in his khakis, as I
slipped my arms around his middle, holding him tight.  He stood back up and
let me hold him tight, then he wiggled his butt, knowing it would drive me
nuts.  "Oooohhhhh," I groaned in his ear as he rotated in my arms and held
me tight too.  I looked up at his beautiful face and he eased forward and
down to meet my lips.  "Mmmmmmmmmmm," I moaned into his mouth as I felt his
tongue gently probe my lips.  I opened my mouth and eagerly sought out his
tongue.  We both seemed to be in heaven for at least an hour while I felt
his dick lengthen and harden in his pants as I pressed harder against him.

He broke the kiss and looked deeply into my eyes.  All I could see was total
and uncompromising love and I felt a warm sensation spread all over my
being.  `So this is what it feels like to be in love with someone who loves
you back,' I thought.  `I never want this to end.'  Dillon gently eased us
apart, took my hand in his, and raised it to his lips.   As he gently kissed
my fingertips, I felt this warmth spread deep into my soul.  I had never in
my short life felt so loved and so connected to somebody.  All my doubts
vanished and I just knew that we would be together forever and ever.

"C'mon Lover, I want this to be special," and he led me down the hall to his
room.  I had been there zillions of times before, but for some reason, I
felt like I was entering it for the first time.  Dillon led me over the bed,
then turned and started to unbutton my shirt.  His fingers were like warm
feathers as they brushed against my skin.  As he pulled my shirt out of my
pants, I reached for the button at my waist.  "Let me," he whispered as he
got close to me ear and slid my shirt from my shoulders.  I instead reached
up under the pullover he was wearing and slid my hands around the smooth
skin of his middle, gently splaying my fingers around his lower back.  He
dropped my shirt to the floor and grabbed the hem of his pullover, raising
it over his head and off.

He rose back up and looked deeply into my eyes.  "You're so beautiful,
Garret, I really do love you sooo much," he whispered as I felt his chest
make full contact with mine and another flow of warmth and energy surge
through me.  I slid my hands down to his beautiful butt and pulled him more
firmly into me.  Because of our height difference, my cock was firmly
planted into his balls, and his dick was pushing hard into my belly.  I just
looked deeply into his eyes, and for the first time, I didn't feel like I
had to look away, worried that he would see something in mine.  Now, all I
wanted to do was to project all the love I felt for him, hoping he could see
it in my eyes.

Still looking at me, he slid a hand between us, flicked my button open, and
slid my zipper down with one finger.  Then I felt him fumble with his
khakis, and suddenly the heat between us doubled.  I could feel his cock
pushing out of the top of his tighty-whities and smear pre-cum on my belly.
I heard his belt buckle hit the floor, and I could feel his ballsac much
more clearly.  He never broke eye contact, and neither did I.  This was the
most wonderful moment of my life; being held by the one I most love in all
the world.  I could feel myself being eased down to the bed in Dillon's
strong arms, and decided to trust in him and just went with whatever he had
in mind.

I lay back on the bed and released Dillon's butt as I lay back on the cover.
  Dillon then knelt and removed my shoes and socks, and I felt my Levi's
being pulled down my legs.  When he stood, I watched as he kicked off his
shoes and worked his pants down his legs and off his feet.  It got kinda
comical to watch as he was trying to take off his socks at the same time and
almost fell.  Finally, he sat his cute little butt beside me on the bed and
took his clothes the rest of the way off.  When we were both just in our
undies, a look of indecision crossed his face, but only momentarily, because
he lunged forward, engulfing my cockhead through the jersey material.

"Ooohhh gaaawwdd, Dillon; that is soooooo hot!"  I was clearly seeing
fireworks, and I knew it wouldn't take much for me to shoot.  Dillon must
have thought that too, because he immediately quit sucking my cock and
rolled back away from me.  At first, I thought I had pissed him off somehow,
but when I looked over at him, he just exuded love and caring as he looked
back at me.

"I don't wanna cum yet -- and I don't want you too either," he said as he got
up off the bed and slowly slid his shorts down and kicked them off.  He then
gingerly reached over and lifted my shorts away from my enflamed dick and
slid them down my legs and threw them to the floor with the rest of our
clothes.  He slowly crawled onto the bed beside me and patted the mattress
for me to join him.  I elbow walked myself backward right into his warm
embrace.

"I'd better call mom," I said to him, wanting to delay the inevitable and
calm down some more.  Dillon rolled away from me and reached for his phone
on the nightstand.  He brought the hand unit back with him, hit the speed
dial, and handed me the phone.

"Hi mom, we had to stop off at Dillon's on the way home." ... "He spilled some
stuff on him in class and needed to change clothes." ...  "It won't be long...
what Dillon?  Just a sec mom..."  "Oh...ok," holding the phone away from me.
"Mom, Dillon's looking up some stuff for class tomorrow -- we should be there
in a little while, ok?"  "Oohhh... Ahhhh ... shouldn't be more than an hour..." ...
"We will mom, and thanks -- you're the greatest.  Bye."

"We need to be there in an hour... like around five," I told him, looking at
his clock and seeing that it read 3:49.  "Now... where were we?"  Dillon took
the phone from me and replaced it on the nightstand.

Returning to me, he said, "Oh, I think right about here," as he placed his
hand on my chest, rubbing it over one of my already erect nipples.  All I
could do was moan as he caressed my overheated body and started to lick and
nip at my nipple closest to him.  Suddenly, everything that I had calmed
down from was back, and I was again on the brink of explosion.  I'm sure
Dillon saw what he was doing to me, but this time he didn't stop or even
slow down.  I felt his hand working its way lower and lower, then slide
underneath my ballsac that was pulled up close to my dick.  He started
massaging my nuts in his hand, and his tongue was working my nipple
overtime.  When he heard my long, loud moan, he switched over to my other
nipple and started a repeat performance.  When he pulled down on my sac, it
also pulled my cock up off my belly and felt oh so good.  When he bit down
on my nipple, that was all I could stand and my cock started erupting.

My first shot caught Dillon on the side of his face, and he immediately left
my nipple and sucked my cock all the way to the root before I could shoot a
second time.  His mouth was so warm and so moist, I lost count of how many
times I shot, but it must have been a lot `cause he coughed a little bit and
some of my cum rolled into my pubic hair.  Dillon only redoubled his efforts
and his sucking mouth felt like a vacuum cleaner, sucking everything out of
me.  I was so overloaded with these wonderful feelings all over my body, all
I could do is lay there; I couldn't even raise my head to watch.

I don't know if I passed out, or if I was so overwhelmed that my brain just
stopped functioning, but the next thing I was conscience of was a warm, wet
sensation around my nuts.  I looked down to see Dillon running his tongue
over every inch of my ballsac and my pubic hair, licking up the remnants of
my cumshot.  He wisely stayed away from my ultra-sensitive cock, but he did
an excellent job of cleaning me up.  I didn't see him swallow, so as he
turned and looked at me, I knew what he had in mind.  He crawled up my body
and planted his lips on mine, slipping his tongue inside my mouth.  We
shared my cum and sloshed it back and forth between us, finally claiming
equal amounts and swallowing my load.

Dillon lifted off of me and grinned down at my much-satisfied face.  "Wow,
that was the wildest ever Dillon.  You didn't even have to touch my cock," I
giggled up at him.  "Now we need to do something about you."

"Oh, I haven't forgotten about that; I just wanted you to really enjoy it
first.  Garret, I really, really do love you, and I want us to be together
for always.  I think you do too, so maybe we—"

I was so happy at that moment, I didn't even let him finish but slapped
another liplock on him and held him tight.  As we were `involved,' I slid my
hands down to those sexy buns of his and massaged them in my fingers.  I
couldn't reach the whole thing since I'm so damn much shorter than he is,
but he got the message.  Dillon rolled his body over the top of me and I
felt his cock slip between my legs.  I knew what he was after, and I wanted
it too.

I maneuvered my legs out from under his and raised my knees and planted my
feet.  Dillon rose up again, grinning big time and reached for his tube of
KY from the nightstand.  I felt him pop the top one-handed, then he lifted
his middle and I felt a slick, cold hand reach under me and slather over my
hole, not being too neat about it.  `Obviously, he's in a hurry,' I thought,
and chuckled to myself.  He gave his cock a quick one-two, and I pulled my
knees back toward my chest as he stared down lustily at my ass.  "Just put
it in Dillon; I want to feel you in there so baddd," I told him, in as much
lust and heat as he was.

He wasted no time in scooting up on his knees and lining his cock up with my
target.  I nodded to him as he started into me, and then I felt his thick,
hard dick slide into me in one stroke, all the way to my tonsils.
"UUUUUggggghhhhhhh," I groaned.  It hurt a little at first, but it felt oh
so good to have my lover deep inside my body.  I could read his mind as he
jerked his head up and looked at me, concern etched on his face.  I smiled
broadly, reached my hands to his two nipples, and tweaked them in my
fingers.

"Oh god Garret, I thought I'd hurt you," he said.

"Dillon, shut the fuck up, and fuck my ass for me," I told him and flexed my
butt muscles.  He just grinned down at me and pulled back out of me
entirely.  When I looked questioningly up at him, he rammed his cock back in
all the way, but this time, as soon as he hit bottom, he started back out.
He slowly, very slowly, pulled out and pushed back in, long-dicking me in
slow motion.  It felt sooooo good!  "Ahhhhhhhh," I groaned and started back
in on his nips.  I knew he loved having them twisted and tweaked, and I
wanted so much to make it oh so great for him.

Dillon's long-dicking only lasted about a dozen or so strokes, then he
started speeding up, getting caught up in the feelings in his cock.  I
desperately wanted this moment to last forever, but I knew it wouldn't.  I
rested my feet on the globes of his ass and used them to pull him harder
into me.  Dillon started thrusting really hard, and then he pushed so far
into me, I thought he was gonna come out my mouth.  I could feel him
shooting ropes and ropes of hot cum deep inside me, so I leaned up and
planted a wanton kiss firmly on his lips.  Dillon grabbed me hard and hugged
me to him as I felt the spasms start to subside, and I pulled him with me
back down until he was lying on top of my heaving chest.

When I felt that both of us were somewhat back to normal, I looked over at
his clock and saw that it was 4:40.  "Baby, we need to clean up and get
home," I whispered into his hair as he was lying above me.  Dillon stirred
and lifted up, looking down at me with love and admiration in his eyes.
Then I saw an impish look cross his face, and he pulled out of me fast,
leaving me with an empty feeling, then before I could get my feet back down,
he swatted me on my butt, rolled off the side of the bed, and stood up.

"Then let's get moving," he chortled as he bounced into his bathroom.  All I
could do was shake my head at my newfound lover.  `Wow, I like the sound of
that,' I decided as I followed him into his shower.


"Hi Mom," we both called out as we hit the front door and dropped our book
bags in the hall.

Mom poked her head out of the kitchen where she was cooking something that
smelled wonderful.  "It's about time you two got here, I was just about to
call the police," she said, trying to be mad, but she never could pull it
off.

"Ah mom, you knew where we were," I said as I passed by, giving her a peck
on the cheek.  As I went on into the kitchen, I looked back to see Dillon do
the same thing, and then stop dead in his tracks, blushing profusely.  He
spun around and looked my very astonished mom in the face.

"I'm sorry, I just got carried away... I'm sooo sorry," I heard him say,
sounding like he was about to cry.  Mom immediately stepped forward and took
him in her arms, engulfing him like she did me sometimes when I was having a
bad time.

"That's ok baby, don't worry about it," she cooed softly into his hair.  She
was whispering things to him that I couldn't hear as his back was heaving
into her embrace.  I immediately became alarmed, but I saw mom's glance and
shake of her head warning me not to, so I grabbed an apple and headed to the
sliding door since I could hear both dogs going nuts.

When I stepped out onto the deck, I was immediately jumped upon by both dogs
who were so overjoyed to see me.  Since we were late getting home, I'm sure
they felt completely left out.  I made a big show of petting both of them
and rubbing their bellies as they rolled over on the deck, wondering what
had just happened.  Sandy was the first to break away, and ran out into the
yard and retrieved one of the many Frisbees we have scattered around.  It
was obvious what he wanted, so I started throwing a Frisbee for each of
them, still worried about Dillon.

About ten minutes later, he came out onto the deck carrying two Pepsis and
another apple.  I had completely forgotten mine in all of the chaos of the
dogs.  He came over to the edge and set the Pepsis down on the railing just
before he got swamped by the dogs.  I watched him as he played with the dogs
as I walked back toward the deck.  "You ok babe?" I asked as I took a Pepsi
and sat down on the step.  He grabbed the other Pepsi as he pushed the dogs
away and sat beside me.

"Yeah, I was kinda overwhelmed with everything that has happened this
afternoon, and I didn't even think about it; I just felt so good and all,"
he said, looking straight ahead into the yard watching the dogs chase each
other.  I slid my arm around his shoulder and hugged him close to me, but
didn't say anything.  That was nothing new; I'm more the quiet type, where
Dillon is a lot more outgoing -- except around his parents.

We sat there a good five minutes before he said, "Garret, I just love your
family soooo much... Just like I love you.  Your mom is so neat."  I just
squeezed his shoulder and waited for him to say something more.  Suddenly,
he jumped up and ran after the dogs, grabbing one of the Frisbees and tossed
it across the yard.  I just watched and finished my Pepsi before heading out
into to the yard to join the fun.


We'd been running around the yard for about ten minutes when we heard a
high, squeaky voice call out, "Hi guys, whatcha doin?"

We both turned to see where the voice had come from and saw Berry, my
next-door neighbor from the house on up the hill from us, directly behind
our house.  He was perched on top of the adobe wall that separated our
properties.  These walls that are so popular in California are made of
bricks about a foot square that are all over our subdivision.

"Playing with the dogs, dork, what does it look like?" Dillon yelled back to
him.  "Sheesh, I wonder what dorkboy wants?" he said to me.

"Ah, he's ok, it's just that asshole older brother of his that causes all
the problems," I told him.

"Yeah, I well remember David.  That jerk slammed my face into the door the
first day of Junior High," Dillon said, no doubt remembering all of the
trouble we've both had over the years with David, the bully.

"Can I play too?" Berry called down from the fence.

Dillon, the dogs, and I had been moving closer to the wall as we talked.
"Why the fuck would we wanna play with you?  So you can have your big
brother come down and beat us up again?" Dillon said back to him.  Sometimes
he could have a mean streak too.  I saw Berry's shoulders sag and he hung
his head.

"He's not even home -- nobody is.  That's why I was asking.  I'm sorry, I'll
go," he said as his head disappeared on the other side.  I was so pissed at
the way Dillon had just brushed him off, and I looked at Dillon as I called
back to him.

"Berry, wait," then got a little closer to the wall and called out again,
"Berry, come back please.  Let's at least talk."  He must have just been on
the other side of the wall, because his head popped up really quick from the
other side.

"Ok, talk," he said.  I looked up at him and could see that he'd been
crying.  I looked over at Dillon and saw his hard exterior soften and he
stepped closer to us.

"I'm sorry Berry," he said to the small boy on the wall, "It's just that
your brother has caused--"

"Yeah, it's always his fault," Berry sniveled back to us.  We looked at each
other then back to the upset boy on the wall.

"What do you mean Berry?" I asked him.

"Every time I try to meet somebody new, as soon as they find out that David
is my big brother, they won't have anything to do with me.  I guess he's
beat up on you too, huh?"

"Yeah, you could say that," I chuckled a bit remembering back to some of the
shit we'd endured at David's hands.

"Yeah, that's what I figured.  That's why I don't have any friends, and
every time I find a new one, David does something bad to them so they never
come back.  I HATE HIM!!!" he all but yelled down to us.

"Uuh Berry, how are you gonna get down from there to over here anyway?" I
asked as Dillon kinda shrugged his shoulders at me.

"Oh, that's easy -- watch," he called back to us.  Dillon and I stood there
transfixed as we watched his small body scramble up on top of the wall and
poke his butt out at us as he reached over to his side of the wall and
hauled up a long ladder.  Thank goodness, it was aluminum; it was about all
he could do to manhandle it up and lay it sideways on the top.  He then
lowered it down to my side of the wall and scampered his little ass down our
side, standing in front of us.  "Then I can go back the same way," he
grinned up at us.

"Wow, that was some stunt Berry.  That's obviously not the first time you've
done that," Dillon said to him.

"Nah, I sneak out of my room all the time and climb the fence so David
doesn't catch me.  Then I can go hang out at the arcade or something, and he
doesn't follow me."

"So he picks on you a lot, huh?" I asked as we moved over to the deck.

"Yeah -- all the time.  He thinks I'm his personal slave or something.  If I
refuse to do something, he just beats up on me, and if I tell my parents,
then he just beats me up again all the worse.  If the `rents see any
bruises, he just claims I fell off my bike or off the jungle gym at school
or something, then just hits on me again.  So now I just try to stay out of
his way and do whatever he wants," Berry explained, but I could see his
knuckles turning white as he made fists, he was squeezing them so tight.

"Calm down Berry," and I touched his arm.  He flinched back from me and his
body was taught, like a rubber band that was stretched tight.

"Sorry, my arm's kinda sore," he said as he slid his sweatshirt up his arm
revealing a horrific bruise on the upper arm.

"Damn guy, did he do this to you?" Dillon asked.

"Yeah," he said quietly, "Yesterday when I got him the wrong kinda soda out
of the fridge for him.  Since we didn't have anymore of the kind he likes, I
had to go to the store and get some for him."

"Shit, that fucker," Dillon cursed.  "Somebody needs to beat on him for a
change."

About that time, Shadow pawed at Berry's hand, offering him the Frisbee he
had in his mouth.  Obviously, he had been accepted as just another kid by
him.  Berry looked down at him, then back up to Dillon and me.  "Can I throw
it?" he asked.

"Sure," Dillon said.

Berry took the offered Frisbee and we all enjoyed a fun time playing with
the dogs.  All too soon, mom stepped onto the deck and called to us,
"Dillon, your mom just called.  She's home now.  Hi Berry, when did you get
here?"

"Just a little bit ago; I climbed over the fence," and he pointed at the
ladder.  Mom just looked over at the wall, shrugged her shoulders, and went
back inside.

"Well guys, I'd better head home.  Berry, you've kind of a neat guy.  I
guess we can hang out sometimes -- whenever your brother isn't around,"
Dillon told us.

"Really?  That'd be soooo neat.  Usually after school, I'm home alone.
David's s'pose to stay with me, but he always take off and goes over to his
girlfriend's.  But I can't say anything, and I hafta stay in the house so
nobody sees that he's not here," he said, looking at the ground.

"Well, just come on over here when that happens guy," I told him, much to
the consternation of Dillon that I could read on his face.  "Well, I'd
better head in too; it's almost time for dinner."

"Yeah, I'd better get back home before the asshole gets there.  Maybe I can
hang out with you guys tomorrow.  See ya after school," he said and went
back over to the ladder, scampered up to the top, and dragged the ladder
back up too.  After he had put the ladder down the other side and had
started down, he turned back toward us and waved enthusiastically at us.  We
waved back as his head disappeared, and then turned toward the house.

"What'd you do that for?" Dillon asked me, "Now we don't get any time alone
together."

"Dillon, he's hurtin'," I looked at him and saw him melt -- again.  "Besides,
he doesn't have any friends.  It'll be ok, you'll see," I told him taking
his hand and squeezing it.  "Now, you better get your books so you can get
home."  Dillon walked through the kitchen and retrieved his bag, then
returned to the deck so he could take Shadow home with him.  I had gotten
the leash onto Shadow, so when Dillon returned, we walked around the side of
the house, toward the gate.  Since we were hidden between the walls, I
lifted up slightly and kissed him on the lips, hugging him around the
middle.  Dillon kissed me back, then broke off and turned toward the gate.

"I'm sure you're right, and he does have a cute butt," Dillon said as he
passed through the gate with Shadow pulling hard to head home.

"Dilllllooonnn -- you just be lookin' at my butt from now on, ya hear?" and I
swatted at his butt as he danced away from me.  "See you in the morning when
we walk to school.  I love you baby."

"I love you too; see you in the morning," he said as he headed home and I
shut the gate, wondering what was going to happen in the future.



The next day after school, we met at the front doors and had turned to start
home when we heard, "Hey guys, wait up."  We looked back over our shoulders
and saw Berry running toward us from the direction of the grade school next
door.  Dillon rolled his eyes at me as Berry was getting closer.

"You started this," he whispered under his breath.  "Hi Berry, whatcha doin'
here?"

"I stuck around after school got out waiting for you guys.  I thought that
maybe we could walk home together since we all live in the same place," he
said.

"Where's David?" I asked, leery that he might be waiting around the corner
to ambush us.

"Prob'ly home already.  He usually gets out of school at 1 and just waits
for me to get there.  He's prob'ly lying on his bed right now jackin' off to
one of his porno mags," he said as we walked.  Dillon and I exchanged
glances as I'm sure we both had images flash through our minds of that
happening.

"Ok, let's get home before something happens," Dillon said, and we walked a
little faster.

As we came to the cross street closest to our houses, Berry peeled off
toward his house saying, "Maybe I'll see you guys later... and... and thanks for
letting me walk with you."  Then he turned and ran on up the street.

Dillon and I just looked at each other, then he shrugged and we walked on
home.

The dogs were glad to see us and we went in the back door this time with
them hot on our heels.  "Hi mom, we're home," I called out, looking in the
fridge for something to snack on.

"Hi guys," mom said as she came in carrying a load of laundry.

"May I help you with that, Mrs. D?" Dillon asked.

"Oh heck no guys, you just go upstairs and change, then go outside and play
with your dogs.  I can get this stuff."

So we headed upstairs to Garret's room and changed clothes, shyly smiling at
each other's semi-hards as we changed.  Afterward, we headed out to play
with the dogs for a while.  We'd been playing with the dogs for about half
an hour when Berry's head popped up on his side of the wall.

"Hey guys, can I come over?" he yelled down at us.

We both looked at each other with a mutual feeling of being involved a lot
more than we wanted.  "Sure, come on over guy," Dillon called up to him.  As
we watched, Berry crawled up on top of the wall, but seemed to be moving a
lot slower than yesterday.  As he pulled the ladder to the top, it seemed to
go on over by itself and crashed down on our side.  We went over to get the
ladder and set it back against the wall.

"Sorry about that guys, it slipped outta my hands," Berry said as he swung
his leg over the ladder and stepped down.  On the next step when he changed
feet, he cried out and slid on down the ladder on his front and landed
solidly on the ground.  When we reached down to help him up, Berry had tears
in his eyes.

"What happened Berry?  How come you fell?" I asked him.  Dillon and I helped
him to stand, but when he took a step, he almost fell again, so Dillon
picked him up and carried him over to sit on the deck.  "How old are you
Berry?" I asked him

"Eleven," he said, but as I just stood there and looked at him cause I
didn't think he was that old, he spoke up saying, "Well, I will be in
August."

"And how much do you weigh?"

"About 70 pounds," he replied, and I looked up at Dillon who nodded his
head.

"And your brother's 15, and twice your weight," I said.

"No, that's not right," he said out of the blue.

Dillon was taking off his shoe and sock as we looked at each other.  "What
do you mean Berry, he's a year ahead of us in school and that would make him
15, a year older, right?"

"No, the dumbass bastard flunked the fifth grade, so he just tells everybody
that's how old he is.  He's really 16," Berry told us as Dillon examined his
swelling foot and ankle.

"So what happened?" Dillon asked, "You weren't like this when we walked
home."

"When I walked into the house, he was really pissed off cause I was late
from school.  He slapped me a couple of times and chased me upstairs.  He
caught me at the stop and stomped on my ankle, then grabbed his keys and
stormed out of the house.  I really wanted to see you guys again, cause
you're about the only ones who'll talk to me, so I waited until I was sure
he'd left, and then came out here.  You know the rest," he said as Dillon
rubbed his ankle and rotated it slightly.

"Man, you can't keep on like this; we gotta call the police or something.
Garret, go get your mom, will ya?"

"NO!!" Berry screamed as I rose to go in the house and grabbed my hand.
Looking up at me with pleading eyes, he said, "It'll only make things worse.
  Nobody'll believe me; they never have.  He'll just tell them that I was
clumsy and slipped on the stairs and now I'm trying to get him into trouble.
  Please don't tell anybody, I trust you guys; you just CAN'T tell.
Besides, it feels better already."

"Yeah -- sure," Dillon said, and pushed his foot a little bit hard.

"OOOWWWWWEEEE!!" Berry screamed out, which brought mom through the door from
the house.

"What happened?  Berry -- what are you doing here?  What happened?" she said.

"Nothing mom, he just turned his foot when he came down the ladder from his
yard.  Dillon and I thought that we'd help him back to his house; is that
ok?" I asked.

"Well sure, but wouldn't it be easier to go around instead of over the
wall?"

"No mom... sheesh, with Dillon and me both -- it's just right there," I said,
getting exasperated at the typical adult solution to a real easy problem.

"Now watch your mouth young man," he snipped.

"Sorry mom," I said in my best contrite voice.

"Well, ok, but you'd better stay there and help him into the house.  Is your
mother or father home, Berry?" she asked.

"No, but my brother is watching me.  He just went to the store; he should be
back soon," he told her.

"Ok then, you both help him back to his house and get some ice out of the
freezer and make an ice-pack; Garret, you know how to do that, I know.  Then
you'd better help him to get comfortable lying down somewhere with his foot
propped up."

Dillon reached down and picked him up from the chair where he was sitting
and sat him on the deck railing.  I was impressed; I didn't know he could do
that.  He then slipped his sock back on his bare foot and put the Nike back
on his foot.  Berry winced a little, but knew better than to show anything
in front of my mom.  "Tell ya what sport," Dillon said, "I'm gonna carry you
piggy-back, ok?" he told him as he turned around and held his arms back,
ready to grab his legs.  "Hop on and hold on tight; just don't strangle me,"
he grinned at mom and me.

Berry was grinning from ear to ear as he slipped his arms around Dillon's
strong shoulders and slid his butt forward into the clasp of Dillon's arms.
Dillon then took off at a gallop for the ladder with the dogs in hot
pursuit.  I looked up at mom and said, "We'll stay there and help him, then
come home for dinner.

"Ok," she replied, "And don't go anywhere else.  Do you want me to call his
parents later and explain things?"  I almost panicked, but held my calm.

"No mooooommm, I'm capable of taking care of him `til either his brother or
his parents get there.  Oh... mom, by the way, do you know how old David is?
He can drive?" I asked her.

"Well of course he can drive.  He got his license last fall after he turned
16.  Why do you ask?"

"Nothing special; Dillon asked me and I couldn't remember.  Well, I'd better
get over there.  Dillon's almost up the ladder," I said as I moved off the
deck

"Call me if you need anything," she called after me.

"I will mom," I called back over my shoulder as I started up the ladder.


With Berry's instructions, I was able to pull the ladder up one side and
slide it down the other.  Then I went down first to make sure the ladder was
placed right so it would hold both of them.  I then told Dillon that
everything was ok, and watched as he slowly came down the ladder with Berry
clutching tightly to his back.

We then started up the back yard rise, heading for the house.  "It feels
like someone's got a woody," I heard Dillon say, so I looked over to them
and saw Berry blushing bright red.

"Don't worry about it buddy," I told him, "It happens to all of us at the
worst times, like math class, huh Dillon?" which earned me a scowl from him
as he remembered his embarrassment at being called to the board with a
hard-on showing in his jeans.  Then I saw Dillon cinch up tighter on Berry's
legs, so I decided to get in on the action.  I dropped behind them and put
my hands right on Berry's cute little butt through the nylon shorts he was
wearing and pushed, `helping them up the hill.'  Hehehe...  `Wow, he's not
wearing any undies,' I felt as I `helped' them up the hill.

When we got to their deck, I tried the door and found it locked.  When I
looked back at Berry, he said, "Shit, now how am I gonna get in?"  Dillon
unloaded the little boy onto the table that was outside and turned around to
face him.

"What do you mean -- how did you get out?" he asked him.

"Well, I just crawl out the window of my room onto the roof of the patio and
then climb down the flower ladder over there," pointing to the corner of the
deck/patio.  I walked over to where he was pointing and found out what he
was talking about.  There in the corner was what my mom calls a `trellis'
that holds flowers built like a ladder and attached to the side of the
house.  As I looked up, I could see an open window on the second floor.

"Ok, I see what you mean Berry; that's a neat way of getting out, but why
don't you just use the door?" I asked.

"Because then I'd have to go by David's room, or my parents," he said with a
look of exasperation on his face, as if it should have been evident to me
without him having to explain.  "That way I can go in and out anytime I want
to without anyone knowing anything about it.  It's the only way I can get
away from David," he quietly added.

"Well, don't worry about that now, little buddy," Dillon said tousling his
hair, "We need to get you back in."

"I think I can climb up there -- if this ladder thing will hold me; I weigh a
lot more than Berry," I told them.  Dillon walked over and looked at the
ladder.  He tried a step or two and then stepped back on the ground.

"I don't think it would hold me, but it might hold you Garret," he told us.
"You'll just have to be real careful and keep your feet real close to this
support and not out here in the middle," he said, pointing at the places he
was talking about.

"I can do that.  Just catch me if I fall, ok?" I told him, looking in his
beautiful eyes.

"You know I will," and he winked at me and smiled.

I stepped up on the first step and felt it give a little under my foot, but
it held.  As I progressed, it was reassuring to feel Dillon's hands firmly
on my back, then my butt, and then my legs, making sure I didn't fall.  I'm
not afraid of heights, but this was pretty rickety.  In just a few more
steps, I swung my butt over and sat on the roof edge; I'd made it.  When I
looked down, Dillon seemed as relieved as I was that I'd made it.  "Ok, I'm
up here.  Is there anything else I should know Berry?" I asked down at them.

"No, you can just duck inside the window and step onto the floor -- I do it
all the time.  My desk is right there and you can use it as a handhold," he
called back to me.

"Ok, I'll be down and unlock the door in a minute, but give me time to make
sure that no one else is here.  I don't want to meet asshole David in the
hall or something," I told them as I went to the window.  It really was easy
to get in through the window; Berry had worked out a really neat escape
route.  As I got inside his room, I saw that his computer was on with the
screensaver running.  I knew I shouldn't look at his computer, but curiosity
got the best of me, and I moved the mouse.

I was shocked, surprised, intrigued, and turned on by what I saw; he had a
slideshow running.  The little shit was looking at nude pics.  Then I
noticed that they were all of young looking teen boys; some with skimpy
shorts on, but most were naked, and several were jacking on their hard
cocks.  I was getting hard by now, and sat in the chair to review the pics.
After it had ran through the series, I clicked it off and looked to see what
else he might have on this file.  I saw one labeled "cumshots", so I clicked
on the file and saw that he had another slideshow already set up, so I
clicked on it.  I couldn't believe what was showing; there was pic after pic
of teens shooting off on their bellies, on their legs, everywhere.

I slid my hand over my hard cock and felt that a wet spot had started to
form on my shorts -- I was getting really turned on.  I kinda lost track of
time for a bit, but then remembered that I needed to open the door
downstairs.  Boy, did I have something to hold over Berry and to show to
Dillon.  I walked over to his bedroom door and was surprised to find not
only a locking doorknob, but there was also a deadbolt like the one you find
on an outside door.  I knew immediately that Berry really was afraid of his
brother.  I slowly and quietly unlocked the door and opened it to peer out.
All I saw was a dark hall, so I eased out into the hallway.  Directly across
the hall was another bedroom and it was a real mess.  `This must be
asshole's room,' I thought as I looked in to find it empty.

I was getting more confident that Berry was indeed alone in the house.  I
walked quietly on down the hall to the stairs, and stopped and listened for
any noises from below.  Not hearing anything, I walked down the stairs to
the front hall.  From there, I could see into both of the front rooms and
saw that they were empty.  Looking back toward the back of the house, I
could see the kitchen, so I headed back that way.  Entering the kitchen, I
could see the sliding glass doors that led outside, so I made my way in that
direction.  As I got closer, I stopped short, staring at what I saw going on
outside on the deck.

Berry was still sitting on the table, but his lightweight nylon shorts were
pulled down to his ankles, and Dillon was gently stroking his 3-inch, cut
boy cock between his fingers.  I was mesmerized by what I was seeing.  Berry
was leaning back on his elbows and Dillon was fondling his dick with one
hand, and his balls with the other.  They were talking to each other, but I
couldn't hear what they were saying.  I could see that Dillon was really
turned on too; his shorts were sticking out straight in front.

`Wait a minute -- this was Dillon,' I thought, and broke out of my trance,
stepped over to the door, fumbled with the lock for a second but I did get
it open, and then yelled, "DILLON!!"

To be continued...