Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2005 23:39:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rebel <rebel7772005@yahoo.com>
Subject: Caught with Shadow - Chapter 20

Caught With Shadow
By Rebel

Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between teen
Males and a 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.

This story is pure fiction and has no basis in fact; it's purely a figment
of my imagination

Thank you all very much for the encouragement.  I really appreciate
everyone who has kept after me to continue the story.  I DO answer all
emails.  Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to
Rebel7772005@yahoo.com.

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Chapter 20 -- All Hell Breaks Loose (Continued)

I don't know how long we lay there wrapped in my arms, and enjoying the
afterglow of our mutual climax.  I started to pull out when I heard Berry
say, "Don't -- leave it inside me `til I go to sleep.  Please?  I feel so
safe here in your arms, I just want to know you're still here, ok?"  I
leaned forward and kissed his shoulder, patting him gently on the chest,
and lay my head on the pillow.


The next morning we both woke up about the same time.  I noticed that
sometime during the night we had separated and were about two feet apart.
That really didn't surprise me since Dillon was always complaining about
how much I moved during the night, usually waking him up.  Berry seemed to
start for a moment, but when he saw me, he smiled and immediately burrowed
beneath the covers over next to me and snuggled close to my chest.
Unfortunately, he slung his arm across my too full bladder, impressing my
immediate need to go to the bathroom.

"Uuhh...Berry, I gotta go pee -- NOW!"  And I scooted out of the bed on a
dead run to the toilet.  I barely made it, but I think I'll need to clean
up a little so mom doesn't get mad at me for missing the bowl.  As I was
standing there feeling total relief, Berry sidled up next to me and looked
like he was really in trouble.  I didn't know what might have upset him
`til he spoke.

"I...I...I'm sorry Garret, I didn't mean to hurt you."  It finally dawned
on me, but because I literally had my hands full and was still peeing, I
couldn't do much more than chuckle.

"Berry...get over it.  You didn't do anything; I just had to pee really
bad."  I finished about that time and shook off my pecker, looking over at
him.  I smiled and he returned the smile, starting his own stream of piss.
As he finished, I asked, "Well, you done worrying `bout me?"

He blushed a little and I figured that he was ok.  I gave him a quick swat
on his butt and ran back for the comfort of the bed.  Berry was right
behind me, and as I settled into my warm spot, I felt this wild mass slam
into my back and side as he came down from jumping the last few feet.
"Uughh," and I rolled over to exact my revenge.  I was too slow, Berry had
already moved, and I caught empty air.  I then felt his moving fingers
reach up under my arms and start to tickle my ribs.  I knew I was lost
unless I could get away from this little imp.

Because I didn't expect a fight, I wasn't watching too closely and ended up
entangled in the sheet and blanket, totally at the mercy of his constantly
moving fingers.  All of a sudden -- "SMACK!" and Berry yelped.  As my eyes
cleared and refocused, I looked up into the laughing eyes of my dad peering
at the both of us.  Berry wasn't sure if he should be outraged and
indignant, or contrite and shy away.

"Picking on my boy are you," dad said in mock sternness, but Berry saw the
laughter in his eyes and immediately grinned all over his cute, pixie face.
I never saw anyone change faces so fast.  Berry's features took on a whole
new look of mischief, and I figured that I'd better get untangled -- QUICK!!

He looked up at my dad with the most forlorn, puppy dog face; I almost
choked, it was so comical.  "But Mr. W, he was picking on me in the
bathroom," and he stuck out his lower lip.

"Oh, he did, did he," my father replied and I knew I was in for it.  I was
madly scrambling to get free from the sheets, but I was attacked by both
Berry and dad.  If I hadn't have just come back from the bathroom, I'd have
wet the bed.  I was screaming and yelling at the top of my lungs, Sandy was
prancing around the bed, barking at everyone, and both dad and Berry were
laughing uproariously at my plight.

"And just WHAT are you guys doing?"  We all stopped and looked over toward
the stairs.  Mom was standing there in an apron, hands on her hips, and
grinning from ear to ear.

"Aahh, well..."  "Uughhh..." we all stammered, looking back and forth at
each other.

"Well, if you BOYS are finished roughhousing," she said, barely containing
a giggle, "Breakfast will be on the table before you get dressed and get up
there."  Berry and I suddenly realized that we were still buck-ass naked
and both blushed from head to toe, which got dad really laughing at us.
Mom just turned around and walked calmly back upstairs.

Dad saw that we were uncomfortable, and he said, "Remember Garret, that
lady used to powder your cute little butt.  It's not like she hasn't seen
naked little boys before."  He got off the bed and headed toward the
stairs, calling back to us, "Throw some shorts on guys; let's eat."  We had
to search around the mess we had made to find our shorts from yesterday.
Slipping them up our legs, we just grinned at each other.

"Your folks are really neat," Berry said as we started for the stairs with
Sandy following right behind.

"Yeah, I know," I answered, thinking back through everything that had
happening over the last few days.


We had a great breakfast with Berry being quite animated and having a good
time, maybe for the first time in his life.  He even volunteered he and I
to clean up the kitchen, telling mom that she worked to hard and deserved a
break.  Mom was, of course, startled with the offer, but it didn't take but
a second for her to stand up, take off her apron, get another cup of
coffee, and disappear into the living room.  Dad looked over to Berry and
me and gave him the `thumbs up' signal.  Actually, it was kinda fun to
clean up with him and to start the dishwasher.  Berry was a lot more
proficient at it than I was, until I sobered at the thought that he had
been forced to do it a LOT before.

After we cleaned the kitchen, Berry steered me toward my disaster of a
bedroom.  `Oh well, we're already in the cleaning mode,' I thought as he
just stood there looking at my mess and shaking his head.  And for the life
of me, when I looked at him, I thought, `He's gonna make somebody a good
mother!'  It took most of the morning (MUCH more thorough that I ever did
alone) but Berry found some of the damndest things squirreled away that I
had forgotten about.  There was the remains of a piece of chocolate cake
from weeks before that was still on the plate, under my bed, the fork still
stuck in it.  He hauled three big armfuls of dirty clothes downstairs to
the laundry room, and I found out that he also started to wash my clothes.

"Garret," he said, coming back into the room, "You gotta start using more
Kleenex."  I had no idea what the hell he was talking about, so I gave him
a funny look.  He didn't say anything, but just made the universal hand
signal of jerking off.  It took me a second but then I caught on to what he
was telling me.  Whenever I would jack off at night or in the morning, I
would wipe my spent cum up with my used boxers from the day before.

I blushed immediately, but then had a nasty thought, and said, "Oh shit..."

"What?" Berry asked.

"My mom," I muttered, I guess looking a little green, "She usually does the
wash," as I sat down on the end of my bed.  Berry still had the same
shit-eating grin plastered all over his face, and I knew he was right.
Ever since I started shooting stuff that first time with Dillon, either
Sandy would lick it off, or I'd wipe it on my used underwear.  `Damn, that
was almost two years,' I thought as I counted back to the day it first
happened.  I got up, went over to my desk, and moved the box of Kleenex
over to my bedside table, much to the delight of a giggling Berry.

We worked together about another hour or so, gradually putting things away
and throwing out a lot of trash that had accumulated itself in every nook
and cranny around my room.  I even found some old Christmas wrapping
stuffed in my closet, and I hid it in my hand until I could stuff it into
the trash bags.  Berry was busy folding my clean clothes and finding places
in my bureau.  He hung up things that I would never have thought of, and
finally all the clothes, including his, were put away.  I could finally see
the carpeted floor and figured that I'd better go get the vacuum cleaner
from the hall closet.  When I came back, Berry was dragging the trash bags
out and down the hall to the garage and the trash bins.

As I was vacuuming the floor, I noticed a shadow come across the doorway.
When I looked up, I saw a very astonished face on my mom standing there.
Berry started to push past her into the room, when she grabbed him by the
shoulders, spun him around, and gave him a big, sloppy kiss on the cheek.
This utterly surprised the poor kid, and all I could think of was `better
you than me -- this time.'  He pulled back with a surprised look, so mom
told him, "Berry, this is the cleanest I've seen Garret's room in years,
and I know HE didn't do it.  Thank you," and she pulled him into another
hug.  Berry hugged her back -- I think he liked it.


We spent the rest of the afternoon playing video games and checking email
and chats on the computer.  It was getting late in the afternoon when the
doorbell rang.  Berry looked out the window and said, "That police car from
yesterday is out there."  That immediately made butterflies in both of our
stomachs.  We looked at each other for a moment, then I got up, took his
hand, and we edged out into the hall toward the living room.

"Oh good boys, you're here," my dad said as we entered.  "Lieutenant
Anderson has some news."

"Weellll...actually," he started, "I was thinking that maybe I would just
talk to the adults, if that--"

"NO!" dad interrupted, "All of this is to help Berry, and he's a strong
boy, he can hear whatever you have to say."  I was so proud of my dad
standing up for Berry, and by extension, me, instead of letting this
policeman walk over us kids.

"Ok," he said softly, "I suppose you're right.  Could we maybe sit down
first?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry," dad responded, "Of course, please come in.  Uuh, where's
your... assistant?" he asked.

"You must mean Sergeant Reid," he said.  "I didn't feel it was needed to
have an accompanying officer, so I decided to come alone.  I'm afraid that
she's rather new and very zealous about her new assignment.  She comes from
an abusive home life herself, and I think she'll be a good investigator
after she gets some field experience."  We all sat down on the sofa and
chairs, with Berry almost on my lap in an armchair.  "Berry, we contacted
your parents at the Mayor's ranch this morning and there was ... a... an
altercation."  I could see that he was having a difficult time keeping a
straight face.  "It seems that rather than coming to the station to talk
with us quietly, your dad decided that since he was friends with the Mayor
that the Mayor would protect him.  Even after his Honor told him that he
should return with us, he got... well, a little bit belligerent with the
officer."

Dad was grinning, but I didn't get the joke.  "Did anything else happen?"
he asked.

"He... ah... took a swing at the officer, but he's so out of shape and
overweight, he missed by a mile and went all the way around," Lt. Anderson
said, and started a little bit of a laugh.  My dad chuckled a little louder
too, and even mom got into it.  Berry and I looked at each other, wondering
what was so funny.  A few seconds later, all three of the adults were
actually laughing, but I still couldn't understand why.

Seeing our consternation, dad calmed down enough to say, "Garret, you've
seen Berry's dad, right?"  I nodded my head, knowing that he was just kind
of a big, fat slob.  "Well, imagine in your head what it would look like if
he took a swing at an armed policeman...and missed."  The visual image of
that happening was getting stronger, and suddenly I could see him going all
the way around like a top and ending up on his fat butt.  The image made me
smile and I could suddenly understand why everybody was laughing.  When I
looked over at Berry, he was almost laughing out loud.  Now it all made
sense.  "Now you understand what we found so funny, Berry?" dad asked, and
I just shook my head at them.

"Well, anyway, he was on the ground, cussing up a storm and one of the
officers knelt on his back and cuffed him.  They had to fight to get him in
the back of the patrol car -- I guess they had to sorta push him into it.
He was yelling and screaming all the way to the station, and after they got
him out of the car and into the station, they unlocked the handcuffs,
expecting him to behave.  That was a bad idea because he belted one of the
officers that brought him in, and they had to subdue him and get him into a
cell.  He'll be spending tonight with us and go to arraignment in the
morning."

"You said `his parents'," dad noted, "What happened to Berry's mom?"

Oh, she's doing just fine.  In fact she's at the hospital with David," Lt
Anderson replied.  "That was the other thing I wanted to tell you about.
Yesterday, after we spoke, we called the boys on the list Berry had given
us," and Berry and looked at each other, since we knew about that part
yesterday, "And found that he was indeed not very well liked.  Even the
boys you had listed as friends, Berry," he said looking over at us, "Didn't
have much good to say about him.  We put out an APB for the car, and around
7 o'clock last night, it was spotted down on Escondido and a police chase
ensued."

"One of his friends lives down there, a guy by the name of Tony," Berry
said with concern showing on his face.

"Yes, we know Berry.  Evidently, after officers talked with Anthony Pico
yesterday afternoon, he must have contacted David and told him that we were
looking for him.  Anthony is a 17 year old high school dropout who has a
record with the Juvenile Court as long as your arm," he told us.  "He was
one of the other boys in the car.  There were three of them and they eluded
police long enough to get to the Interstate headed to Tahoe and the state
line I guess.  They were traveling in excess of 100 mph when the car missed
a curve and went airborne out into the desert, finally hitting down and
rolling a bunch of times.

"One of the boys was ejected from the backseat and was dead at the scene,
but the other two had to be pried from the car -- they still had their
seatbelts buckled.  We don't know the name of the dead boy; he didn't have
any ID on him, but Anthony and David were Medi-vac'ed to Mercy Trauma
Center.  Both boys are in critical condition, so I came to see if Berry
would like to ride in a police car with the siren going."

"Would I?  Hell yes...ah...heck yes," Berry said as he jumped up.

"Well, why don't you and Garret here grab a couple of light jackets, and
we'll go for a ride?" Lt. Anderson told us.

As I was following Berry down the hall, I heard my mom ask, "Is it that
bad?"  And I saw the policeman nod his head.  `Berry was really gonna need
us now,' I thought as we grabbed our jackets and headed out.


The ride to the hospital was really neat.  All the traffic just seemed to
part like the wave on a ship when they saw the lights and heard the siren.
Lt. Anderson keyed in a code on his computer and made all of the lights go
green in our direction.  We made it to the hospital in nothing flat, but I
was hoping it would take longer.

When we walked inside, a uniformed police officer met us at the hallway.
The Lieutenant showed him his badge, and then ushered us down the hall to a
single room with another cop outside the door.  We walked in behind him and
the first thing we saw was a high bed with a lot of machines around it.
Sitting on the edge was Berry's mom, who looked up, saw who it was, and
opened her arms for Berry.

"MOM!" Berry screamed, "Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for him to end up in
the hospital," he said as he fell into his mother's arms.

"Shush baby, it's not your fault.  The police told me what happened, and
they only wanted to talk to him.  He chose to run, and now he's killed a
boy, and might not live himself.  You finally got up the courage that I
never could.  I'm so sorry I let you down all these years baby.  Please
don't hate me," she said to Berry, holding him close and crying on his
shoulder.

`Sheesh,' I thought, `what's with this family?  They all cry all the time.'
Then I started to remember all that we had seen Berry go through, and I
started to feel ashamed of myself.  I walked over to them and just touched
Berry's shoulder.  He pulled back from his mom and looked at me, took my
hand and told his mom, "Mom, do you remember Garret?  They have the house
directly across our back fence."

She took stock of herself, sniffled into a Kleenex she had, and said, "Yes,
I think so.  I've seen you in your yard sometimes, playing with your dog
and with that other boy from the neighborhood who has the brown dog."

"That's Dillon and his dog Shadow," I told her, filling in the holes.

"Mom, I'm staying with Garret and his parents for a while... until all of
this gets decided," Berry told her.

"Yes, I know son.  They told me about the arrangements at the police
station.  In fact, it was this nice man here who told me," she said,
indicating Lt. Anderson.  "I'm sure you'll be better off there for now
rather than being at home..." she trailed off, looking back at the bed.
That was the first time I looked over to the bed.  I was shocked by what I
saw and looked over to Berry.  He was absolutely white, and looked like he
was gonna pass out.  I slid my arm around his back and could feel him sag
against me.

"Oh gawwdd," he wailed, "He's not gonna live is he momma," he flatly
stated.  I couldn't tell if the lack of emotion in his voice was because of
the shock at seeing David lying there all bandaged with tubes and wires
going everywhere, or if it was because of all the torture that David had
put him through over the years.  I did notice that his eyes dried up --
there would be no tears for him from Berry.  I felt his strength return,
and a mask of hate and determination seemed to take over his features.
"I'm not sorry momma, I'm not," he said to her, and then he turned on his
heel and marched out of the room.

I was so shocked and overwhelmed for a moment, I just couldn't move.  I
just watched him leave then turned back to the bed.  His mom looked back at
me and waved me out the door after him, so I got up and headed out of the
door.  Looking left and right, I saw Berry sitting on the floor a few feet
away with a nurse bending over him and the cop from the door wondering what
to do.  I went over to the little cluster, sat on the floor next to Berry,
took him in my arms, and held him tight.  "That's his brother in the room,"
I said to the nurse and the cop, and that seemed to answer all of their
questions.  The nurse patted Berry's back and walked back to the nurse's
station, while the cop went back and stood by the door to David's room.

I saw mom and dad come onto the floor but they were stopped by the cop at
the lobby.  "Mom!" I called out and the cop relented and let her pass.  My
father exchanged a few words with him and the nurse, and then he too joined
us on the floor.  I explained as best I could the happenings of the last
few minutes while still holding tightly to my little pal.  Mom and dad rose
up and went into David's room.  A few moments later, Lt. Anderson emerged.

"Getting kinda crowded in there," he said when he saw me look up at him.
He took in the scene with me and Berry and decided to just leave us alone
where we were.  He chatted with the officer on duty at the door, and then
he walked past us to the nurse's station and picked up the phone.  Berry
wasn't crying anymore, but he still clung to me as if I were the last
person on Earth.  Finally, he relented, pulled back from me a bit, and sat
up next to the wall.  We just sat there together as close as we could get
for about another 10 minutes while the normal hospital routine went on
around us.  Mom and dad came out of David's room and slowly approached us.

"Would you like to stay here Berry?" my mom knelt down and asked him,
extending her hand to his shoulder.

"No, there's nothing I can do here.  David probly isn't gonna make it, and
mom is being arrested, so I'd rather go back to you house please Mrs. W,"
he reeled off very flatly, no emotion showing through at all.  Mom and dad
exchanged glances, then mom helped Berry to stand up.  I held onto Berry
and we slowly headed toward the elevators.  Dad stopped to talk with
Lt. Anderson for a minute while we went ahead and pressed the call button.
As the doors opened, we stepped in and were joined by my dad for the short
trip down.  When the doors opened, we all just walked toward the main exit
in silence and mom directed us to where they had parked the car.


As we pulled up to the house and went inside, we all just kinda looked at
each other, wondering what was going to happen next with Berry.  We got
inside and found that my sisters had been dropped off from their weekend
camping trip by one of the other fathers, and they pretty well dominated
the conversations and bringing chaos into every room they could reach.
Berry just looked lost in all of it, but since it was normal to me, I
didn't see it.  Dad had to nudge me and direct my attention to my little
buddy.  I kicked myself as I got up and led him down the hall to `our'
room.  He came willingly, but just seemed out of it some way.  I thought
that maybe he didn't wanna talk just now, so I sat him on the edge of the
bed, took his shoes off for him, and had him lay back on my bed.  He didn't
resist anything I did, but just lay there staring at the ceiling.

I logged on to retrieve my emails, and found several from Dillon.  He
talked about the boring evening he'd had to endure going out with his
parents to entertain a client.  It seemed that the only high point was that
the client had a 12 year old son who was just as bored, so they were able
to get off by themselves in an arcade nearby while the parents talked.  He
asked about how Berry was and what all had been going on.  I told him about
what had happened with David and the hospital visit.  As I was typing in
the details, I found that waves emotion would wash over me changing from
sadness, to anger, to pity, to helplessness.  I didn't know what I could do
to help Berry, and that worried me.

I heard a knock on the door and looked up to see mom stick her head in.
She looked over at Berry and kinda grimaced, then looked back at me and
said, "Honey, dinner will be ready in about 10 minutes.  You and Berry need
to brave the girls and get washed up, okay?"

"Thanks mom," I told her, "I'll finish this note to Dillon and then we'll
be there."  She nodded and closed the door.  I finished my email and signed
off, then walked over to Berry and sat down on the edge of the bed.  He
hadn't moved a muscle while we had been there, and he was still staring at
the ceiling.  I took his hand in mine and said, "Berry, are you ok?"

"Sure," he responded flatly.

"Ok, then let's go get washed up."

"Okay," and swung his legs over the side as I got up.

As we emerged from the room, I was struck by the unusual quiet in the
house.  When we went to the bathroom, there was no one else there and none
of the usual noises around the house.  After we dried, we walked out to the
living room.  The girls were there, but they were all doing "quiet things"
and looked up at us as we walked in.  It was then that I knew that the
folks had talked with them and had told them about Berry.  We walked past
them but I had this uneasy feeling seeing the looks on their faces.  We
went into the dining room and I saw that the table was set for all of us.
This was highly unusual since we usually just eat in rotation because
someone is always off doing something else, and the rest of us just eat at
the bar or outside.  When I looked over at the kitchen, I saw mom getting
rolls out of the oven and dad carving up a big ham.

"This isn't Christmas," I started, but mom immediately interrupted.

"No, it's not.  This is a welcome to our house dinner for Berry, so just
sit where you usually do -- when you do, and Berry can sit next to you.
Girls, come to dinner please," she called into the living room.  The girls
quietly made their way to the other side of the table and sat down.  This
was really feeling weird now.  Mom bustled back and forth putting dishes on
the table, and dad brought over this large platter of sliced up ham and set
it in the middle of the table.

That was probably the strangest dinner I have ever had with my family.
Everyone was talking ok, but only in clipped sentences and not looking a
lot at each other.  It was as if there was something between us, and it was
palatable enough that even Berry noticed.  "Look you guys, you've all been
really great to me this weekend, and we all know what's happened, with
David in the hospital and all.  You don't have to not talk about it, I'm
ok, and we need to talk, right," he said looking at all of us in turn.  We
didn't know what to say or do, and were all fidgeting in our chairs until
dad broke the silence.

"Berry, how do feel about all of this?" he asked the question that was on
all of our minds.  Not meaning to, but I noticed that mom and the girls
were all looking as intently toward him as I was.  Berry, much to his
credit, didn't flinch and just looked back while he took a deep breath.

"Well, at first I was really angry at myself for ever saying anything and
causing all of this to happen.  But after my mom talked to me in the
hospital, I realized that it was David's fault, that he had done all of
this.  At first I hated him, but now I'm just kinda numb and waiting for
the court stuff tomorrow."  I sat there dumbfounded.  All of this out of a
10 year old kid -- hell, I'm four years older and I never thought of it like
that.  But, then again, I couldn't seem to keep my room clean either.  I
was in awe of the little guy and just wondered what I would do if I had
been in his place.  "So now, if you got any questions..." and he just kinda
left it hanging there.

Jenny, maybe because she was older than us, asked, "Berry, why didn't you
say something before?  Why did you let this go on for so long?"  Berry was
just sitting there, but you could see him just deflate in the chair.  I
just wanted to reach over and strangle my sister right then.

I jumped up and screamed at her, "HE DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE!  ANYTIME HE SAID
ANYTHING TO HIS DAD, HE GOT THIS!"  And I reached over and lifted up
Berry's shirt.  Jenny and the other two blanched when they saw the fading
bruises on his chest.  I could see tears starting in her eyes, and she rose
up in her chair like she was ready to run.

"SIT DOWN!  Both of you!" dad's voice boomed out in the room.  I had never
seen this side of my dad before, and I got scared.  I plopped back down
into my chair as Jenny eased back down into hers, tears running down her
cheeks.  I watched intently as dad took a deep breath then said, "Jenny,
that was a perfectly valid question to ask, but NOT the way to ask it.  You
were accusing Berry of doing something wrong, where the only thing he ever
did was get hit.  You meant to hurt, and I always thought better of you."
She broke down then and started sobbing, and mom started to rise, but dad
put a restraining hand on her shoulder.

"Garret, I'm proud of you coming to the aid of your friend, but you know
that we DO NOT scream at each other in this house."  All I could do was to
look down at my hands in my lap, wishing I was somewhere else.  "I'm sorry
Berry, this is probably my fault.  I didn't explain things to Jenny and the
girls well enough.  Well, now that this is here, we'll deal with it, just
like we always do, but I'm not going to waste this beautiful dinner that
your mother worked hard to prepare for us.  So, I suggest that we discuss
this as we eat... and no more yelling, ok?"  He looked at each of us and we
nodded our heads in response.

He picked up his fork, cut a piece of meat, and put it in his mouth.  After
he swallowed, he started to explain, and the rest of us gradually went back
to eating.  He went into a lot of details about everything that we had
learned from Berry, the police, and at the hospital.  At one point, Jenny
looked like she wanted to say something, and dad indicated that it was all
right.  "Berry," she said getting his attention, "I'm truly sorry that I
said that the way I did.  I didn't know about all of this," and she gulped
a big breath of air before she continued.  "I know David from school, and
although I thought he was a spoiled jerk, I didn't think he was capable of
doing this.  And then to find out about your dad..." and she just sorta ran
out of steam.

Berry got up and walked around the table, looking for all the world like
the little kid that he was.  "Thank you Jenny.  I know how David was, so I
don't blame you for not knowing.  I just like being here with all of you
and knowing that I'm safe," and he leaned over on tiptoes and gave her a
quick peck on the cheek.  Jenny melted then and I knew that everything
would be ok after that.  She threw her arms around him and squeezed him to
her.  The poor boy looked like a rag doll in her arms.  They broke apart
and Berry returned to his chair.

After that, the conversation was easier and more like I'm used to around
here.  Berry answered questions as best he could, and I threw in a few
things that I knew when I could.  Eight year old Susan screwed her face up
and finally asked, "But Berry, where was your mommy?"

Berry never missed a beat, but leaned across more down to her level and
said, "She was being hit too."

Susan's eyes got as big as saucers when he said that, and she responded
with, "That wasn't very nice."  That just broke everybody up and dad
reached across the corner and gave her a hug.  We continued our dinner with
the usual banter back and forth, and the girls went on and on about their
camping trip.  Boy, girls can be so ditsy sometimes.  Susan said she wasn't
gonna go again because one of the girls found a snake in their cabin.

"Cabins?  What do you mean cabins?" I asked, not understanding the girls
scout camp layout.

"Garret dear," mom spoke up, "The girls camp in cabins, not in tents like
you boy scouts do."  This was the first I'd ever heard of such a thing, and
I thought it was pretty lame to call that `camping.'

"You don't expect us to actually sleep on the ground like you boys do, do
you?" Jenny said, and I could tell that she was trying to get a rise out of
me.  For once, I didn't take the bait, but I knew that if I opened my
mouth, I would, so I just sat there with the girls chuckling at me.

"Everybody ready for dessert?" mom asked getting up from the table and
changing the subject.  After getting "yeahs" from all of us, she
disappeared to the kitchen and came back with a tray of fruit parfaits.
"Berry, I hope you like these.  They're Garret's favorite, so I thought
that maybe you'd like them too."

"I don't know Mrs. W, I've never had one before," he answered but I could
see a twinkle in his eye that let me know that he was anxious to try.
After we finished our parfaits, all of us had whipped cream and filling on
our lips and chins; especially Susan.  We pushed back from the table and
Berry was instantly on his feet, starting to clear the table.

"No Berry, you did dishes this morning and last night; it's the girls' turn
to pitch in," mom said to us all.  I loved it, and to the moans and groans
of my sisters, I grabbed Berry by the hand and we made a hasty retreat to
the deck with Sandy following right along.


We walked over to the rail and leaned on it watching Sandy wander out into
the yard to do his thing.  "Mom and dad must be home," Berry said, and I
followed his gaze up the hill to the back of his house where I saw a couple
of lights on.  "I guess the cops let them outta jail," he said in kind of a
flat voice.  It seemed devoid of the feelings he had displayed earlier
around the table.

"Do you want to go home?" I asked him.

"No... I feel safe and loved here, and I really do like your family
Garret," he said quietly.  I reached around him and gave him a hug because
I didn't know what else to do.  We were standing there for quite a while
just watching Sandy meander around the yard and occasionally looking up the
hill to Berry's house.  I heard the sliding door open, so I turned my head
to see what was up.

"Garret," mom said, "Dillon's on the phone," holding the handset out to me.
As I walked over to take the call, she told me, "It's getting late and it's
been a difficult weekend.  Don't be on too long, it's gonna be an early
night."

As I took the phone from her hand I said, "Thanks mom, and I won't be long.
Berry and I are both beat too."  Turning back toward the rail, I answered,
"Hi Dillon, how'd your day go?"

"A lot better than yours did, judging by reading your email.  Is Berry
doing ok?"

"Yeah, he's holding it together.  After today, it's made me really
appreciate my family more," I related as I sat down on the chaise lounge.
I went on to catch him up on what happened at dinner and filled in some of
the gaps since he left yesterday.  He told me about his evening and the
boring day today.

"The main reason that I called baby," he said almost choking up, "Is that
my parents are taking me with them to Carmel for the week to go to this
client's beach house.  We gotta play the loving family routine for this guy
while my dad schmoozes his way into a fat contract for the firm."  I could
tell that he really was upset about this, but what could either of us do?
"While they're with the adults, I get to play babysitter for Jason and his
little sister," he continued.

I knew I'd miss him while he was gone for the whole week, but I rather
expected that I'd be busy with Berry and court and all.  "Well, look at it
this way babe, you will get to work on your tan at the beach," and I
chuckled into the phone.

"Yeah, wow, but I guess that IS a plus," he chuckled back, "But you gotta
promise that you'll take notes on everything that happens while I'm gone,
ok?  I mean with Berry, and the cops, and his dad, I wanna know it all when
I get back."

"Ok, I will, but you gotta promise to tell me everything about any cute
guys you meet there too, right?"

"What do you mean?  What guys?"

"Dillon, there's bound to be a lot of guys down there at the beach...and
knowing how horny you are, how horny we both are, I just wanna hear about
every little detail about your trip, that's all," I told him as I was
thinking about him being there with all of those nearly naked bodies for a
week.  I wish I was going too, but I needed to stay here.

"Well, yeah, I guess that's right.  I hadn't thought about that," he said
and I could almost hear the gears rolling over in his head.  "And Jason IS
kinda cute, once you get past that spoiled brat routine he constantly gives
off.  Hey, that sounds like fun, but are you gonna be ok here with Berry
and everything?"

"Sure, and besides, I've got mom and dad too," I said.  "They'll make sure
that everything's ok.  But I'm beat as hell after today -- I think we're
just gonna head off to bed.  I'll see you when you get back next weekend,
ok?"  I was really feeling the letdown now, and was fading fast.

"Yeah, I gotta get going too.  We're leaving first thing in the morning,
and should be back next Saturday," he followed up with, "So... I'll miss
you baby."

"I'll miss you too, but Saturday will be here before you know it.  And
remember, I wanna know EVERYTHING about the guys," I chuckled as I was
getting up and heading toward the door, signaling for Berry to join me.

"Ok, I will.  You two have a good night Garret, I love you."

"I love you too.  G'night," I told him and turned the phone off after I
heard him say good night.

Sandy came running as I opened the door and we all went into the living
room.  "We're gonna head downstairs now, we're beat," I said to the folks
as I walked toward mom.  I leaned over and gave her a hug and a kiss, and
then headed over to do the same for dad.  Berry followed right behind me,
and the three of us headed downstairs as I made sure the door was closed.

We went through out nightly routine and Berry showed me that he had his own
toothbrush tonight while I had a mouthful of toothpaste.  I smirked at him
and continued brushing, then watched as he brushed his teeth.  We turned
off the lights and snuggled down on the bed.  We talked for little bit and
then Berry settled his head against my chest.  "Garret, can we do it again
like last night?"  That surprised me, I thought that he'd be too tired, but
I was horny after my conversation with Dillon, so I was more than ready.

"Sure!  You wanna do it like we did last night?"

"Well... uuhhh... I was ... uuhh... can we do it like you and Dillon do?"
I was at a loss; I couldn't figure out what he was talking about.  I guess
my hesitation trying to think of what he meant made him think that I would
say no.  "C'mon please Garret.  I wanna try it like you and Dillon do -- you
know with Sandy."  Suddenly everything fell into place.  Berry had been
fascinated when he watched us getting fucked by the dogs, but I was really
worried about him being hurt by Sandy.

"Berry, Sandy's bigger than Shadow and a LOT bigger than me; he could hurt
you," I tried.

"No he won't," Berry said as he rose up on my chest to look at me.  "You
can hold him like you did before and not let the big part go in.  Please
Garret, I really, really, really wanna do it," he pleaded, looking directly
into my eyes.  He was so determined and I had already seen what that
determination could do, so I knew it was no use to try to talk him out of
it.

"Ok," I relented, "Go in the laundry room and get a sweatshirt to put on.
You'll need something to cover your back."  He started grinning from ear to
ear, hopped up, and scampered off, his cute, hard pricklet bouncing in
front, as his gorgeous little bubble butt wiggled off.  I got the towel we
used last night, and found the KY where it had gotten scooted under the
couch.  Then I thought of something that would stop this.  "Berry, we can't
do this.  You know how much you yelled when Dillon and I both got you last
week; well, with Sandy's bigger cock, you'll have everybody down here
trying to see why I'm killing you."

The poor kid's face fell as he knew I was right.  Suddenly, he brightened
and ran back to the laundry room.  In a moment, he was back with a sock and
one of my bandanas that I use for a sweatband when I play basketball.  When
I raised my eyebrows, Berry explained, "Now you can do to me what we did to
David on Friday."  Remembering back to that night, I saw that he was
expecting me to gag him so when he screamed out, no one would hear.  When I
looked dubiously at him, he pleaded again, "Please Garret, I really want
it, and I know you won't hurt me.  Pleeeeaassseeeeee?!?!?!"

I knew I couldn't say no, so I took the bandana from him and started to
whip it around into a rattail.  Berry grinned form ear to ear and went over
to the bed.  He stood there for a moment, deep in thought, then he turned
to me and said, "Will you get me started with your mouth and then fuck me
first so Sandy doesn't hurt so much?"

"Sure Berry, anything you want," I told him starting to get into the scene.
He pulled on the oversized sweatshirt and flopped down on the bed with his
feet on the floor and his little dick sticking straight up.  Oh, how I
enjoyed sucking on his hairless cock and ballsac, so I knelt beside the bed
and went down all the way, taking his entire package in my mouth.  I
started working my tongue around his rigid shaft and up onto his
circumcised head, eliciting long, low moans from him.  It didn't take more
than a couple of minutes of me working on him, and his body started
shuddering and he grabbed handfuls of the bedsheet as his orgasm hit like a
ton of bricks; something I had learned to expect with him.

I kept my mouth in place but quit using my tongue on his cockhead and
shifted to his immature balls that were still in my mouth.  Berry was
holding on hard, but he wasn't willing to `cry uncle' and make me stop,
knowing how good it felt if I just kept going.  He gradually calmed down
and I raised my head off of his cock but started licking on his balls and
his perineum.  He knew where I was heading, so he raised his foot and
planted it on the edge of the bed, effectively opening himself up to my
assault on his hole.  I licked my way down and covered his boy hole and the
area around it with as much saliva as I could muster.  I puckered up my
tongue and pushed hard at his rear entrance.  It was easier going into him
this time than it had been last week; his body must be getting used to it
and he's able to relax more.

After a few minutes more of working over his hole, I slid back out and told
him to kneel over the edge of the bed, as I was getting more worked up and
had started leaking pre-cum.  As he got into position, I thought about the
gag, but decided to use it later.  Berry spread his knees wide, making his
hole totally inviting for my invasion.  He was dripping from my oral
attention and I couldn't resist the opportunity to slide a finger up that
wet hole.  I found that it was easy going, so I added a second finger
almost at once.  Berry's moans and groans were getting louder and I was
starting to re-think about the gag.  When I put three fingers inside of
him, he yelled out, so I immediately stopped.  ""I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"
Berry immediately apologized, "Maybe we'd better use this now," he said,
reaching for the bandana.

I pulled out my fingers, with an accompanying moan from Berry for the loss.
I watched as he handed me the bandana and stuffed the sock into his own
mouth.  I absentmindedly noticed that it was one of Susan's socks and
wondered what she'd say if she knew what we were using it for.  I tied the
rolled up bandana securely around Berry's head, being careful not to catch
any of his hair and to leave it loose enough to not hurt him.  Berry nodded
to me, flopped back down on the bed, reached back to his cheeks, and spread
himself open, indicating that he wanted me inside of him.  I wasn't quite
ready to fuck him, so I slid three fingers all the way inside him in one
slow, smooth stroke.  Berry let his cheeks go and just relaxed onto the bed
as I started to move my hand in and out of his hole.

I bent my fingers slightly and found his hard little nut deep inside.  I
had only stroked him a couple of times when Berry tightened up and
shuddered again into another orgasm.  That's one of the best parts of
pre-puberty -- you don't have to wait for anything to rebuild, and multiple
orgasms are the norm.  I didn't inflict any more abuse onto his already
highly stimulated body, but waited patiently as he slowly relaxed back onto
the bed.  I slowly withdrew my hand and stroked my squishy fingers along my
dick, smearing around the large amount of precum that had dripped out.  I
then took aim at Berry's hole, and slowly slid all the way home to one long
moan from Berry.

I was sure that I couldn't last too long, so I rose up slightly, making
sure that I hit his prostate with every stroke, and started a rhythmic in
and out motion.  I was right, and after only about five minutes of
long-dicking that tight chute, I could feel my balls churning, getting
ready to explode.  "I'm gonna shoot Berry, I'm gonna shoot!" I called out
and I stabbed hard into his rear another few time then rammed in hard just
as far as I could and erupted deep in his hot intestines.  As I felt the
first explosion shoot out the head of my extremely sensitive cock, Berry's
already tight rectum constricted like a vice around my shaft and his body
started to convulse in yet another dry orgasm.  All of this intense
pleasure/pain was too much and I collapsed onto his shirt-covered back.


It felt like my orgasm was going on forever, but all good things must come
to an end, and as my senses gradually returned, I rose up from on top of
Berry's prone body, looking down at him.  "Do you still want Sandy?" I
asked Berry while I was still inside his little boy butt.  He vigorously
nodded his head, so I figured `what the hell,' and slowly withdrew my very
sloppy cock from his hole.  "Sandy," I softly called, knowing that he
wouldn't be too far away.  I was right and he was there in an instant,
panting and drooling at my side.  I looked underneath and saw that he was
already excited and his cock had started to emerge.  It only took me a
couple of strokes to get him fully extended, but I was careful to not get
him going too much and have his orange sized knot extend.

I backed out of the way and patted the bed beside the prone Berry.  Sandy
was up on his back immediately, with his paws along side Berry, knowing
that he was gonna get some.  He started thrusting wildly, so I grabbed hold
of his still encased knot and guided his cock to Berry's dripping and
slightly open hole.  Not wanting to wait, he thrust forward impaling Berry
with most of his exposed six inches in one thrust, causing Berry to scream
into the bandana gag.  I held Sandy back as best I could, but he seemed to
know that Berry was hurting and he stopped thrusting on his own.  After
about 30 seconds, I heard Berry mumble something that sounded like `ok',
and the tension relaxed in his legs.

I allowed Sandy to slowly enter Berry the rest of the way, but keeping hold
of his knot to insure that he couldn't get it inside Berry's small hole.  I
heard a long moan escape from Berry and thought that he was ready.  I got
Sandy started with a couple of quick strokes and he got the message and
really started to hump deep and fast into the poor boy beneath him.  As
Sandy's pace quickened, I gradually increased the pressure on his knot to
simulate being tied.  I felt his knot become exposed and he thrust forward
hard one last time.  I could feel the knot throbbing hard in my fingers and
watched as Berry's body again convulsed in orgasm, but this one seemed to
go on for a much longer time.

I had a firm hold on Sandy's knot to try to simulate being tied with
another dog, and Sandy showed no signs of trying to dismount.  He just lay
there on top of Berry with his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth and
dripping all over the sweatshirt Berry was wearing.  After about ten
minutes of gentle pulsing and throbbing, Sandy started to move around and I
got the wild-ass idea of holding him in tight and letting him turn around
on Berry.  I held on tight, but as Sandy started to peel off and turn
around, he also pulled back hard, dislodging himself from Berry's butt.  He
didn't even look back but trotted over to his pillow in the corner and lay
down, licking himself clean.

I looked back at Berry's ass to see his open hole and a torrent of doggie
cum gushing out and down his legs.  I grabbed the towel from the bed and
stuffed it in his butt to stop the flow.  Knowing how wiped out I am after
being fucked by the dogs, I helped Berry to stand, and holding the towel in
place, helped him to waddle to the toilet.  He turned around and I pulled
out the towel at the last second as he was sitting down.  Even with all of
the precautions, I could tell that I was definitely gonna hafta clean the
bowl tomorrow.  I could hear the sloppy farts coming out of Berry's ass and
he looked up at me and grinned.  "That was great Garret, thank you," he
said after removing the bandana gag.

"Well, was it worth it?" I asked him, wondering how he felt about it.

"Oh yeah," he sighed, "Now I'm just like you and Dillon."  I looked back at
him horrified at the thought that he went through all of this just to prove
that he could be like us.  I was about to say something about it, but when
I looked into his trusting face, I chickened out, resolving to talk to
Dillon about it later.  As his farts quit, Berry cleaned himself with
toilet tissue and I reached for a washcloth.  After getting it wet in the
warm water, I helped Berry to stand and turn around.  I carefully cleaned
the mess off of his legs and butt then handed him a towel while I sopped up
most of the mess from the toilet seat and the front of the bowl.  `Yeah,
I'm gonna hafta clean this quick tomorrow before mom sees it,' I thought as
Berry finishes toweling dry.

Berry was much more stable on his legs and we walked back to the bed and
lay down together.  Berry saw that I was again hard and reached for it.
"Nah, that's ok," I told him, gently pushing his hand away.  "We can do
that in the morning; I'm to tired now, I just wanna go to sleep."

"Yeah, I hear that," Berry muttered as he lay back, waiting for me to turn
out the light.  I eased myself down into his waiting arms and Berry threw
himself up on me and kissed me hard.  After my original startle, I returned
the kiss for a few minutes, but then gently eased him away from me, knowing
that if I didn't, we'd never get to sleep.  "Thank you Garret; I love you,"
he muttered drowsily into my chest.

I really felt warm all over at being able to give this wonderful little boy
a safe haven from his normal reality.  Before I could answer, I heard low,
gentle snores emanating from him.  I just pulled in the sheet around us and
quickly followed suit.

To Be Continued...