Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2014 11:27:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: Rustic Chivalry Chapter 3

			      Rustic Chivalry
			       Chapter Three

Bobby had taken some computer courses in prison, and he was pretty adept at
using the damn fangled things.  Of course, his access to the internet was
carefully monitored and restricted.  He was never allowed to sign on to sex
websites, especially if it would be possible to contact young girls or meet
other pedophiles.  He met two other pedophiles in prison, but he didn't
feel he had anything in common with either of them, especially the one that
was hot for little boys.  Besides, he didn't consider himself to be a
pedophile.

He and Red had no computer at home, so after breakfast they ran to the
public library and gained access to the library's sole computer.
Immediately they googled Sue-Ann Robinson.  They were rewarded with a slew
of possibilities, but only one girl was about the right age.  She lived in
Fallsburg, a city in their state, which was only fifty miles away.

They zeroed in on her, and learned her last three known addresses, and the
names of the people who shared her home.  In each case the name Robert
appeared, but there was a different male name at each location.  The
addresses were all in Fallsburg.  The man's name at the first address was
Kenneth Robinson.  That was Sue-Ann's father name.  The second address
listed a Raymond Carpenter, and the last known name to share her home was a
Barry Keller.  To get telephone numbers and more information, there would
be a fee. Red gladly gave them the information that was needed to continue
the search:

          Name: John Craven
          Address: 4408 Mocking Bird Lane, Carterville, Alabama
          Telephone Number: 256-211-1407
          Credit Card: Visa #xxxx xxxx xxxx 3222
          Security Code: xxx
          Expiration Date: 04/2016

They obtained the telephone numbers for the first and last known addresses.
When they signed off, they high-fived each other and ran home. It was now
lunch time, but they were too excited to eat.  Instead they formulated a
plan.  It was Saturday, so they didn't have to wait until after working
hours.  They would call the Keller telephone number first, and play it by
ear.  Red would call and identify himself, so as not to give Sue-Ann a
chance to chicken out if she heard Bobby's name.

The phone was answered after three rings by a surly-voiced man who merely
asked, "Yeah?"

"Can I speak to Sue-Ann, please?"

"The bitch moved out more than six months ago, with her brat, Robbie."

"Would you know where I can reach her?"

"Don't know, don't care."  Slam...the telephone was hung up, and not too
delicately.

Bobby's stomach flipped.  His little boy was called Robbie.  He himself had
never been called anything but Bobby.

They waited awhile to catch their breaths, and then Red called Kenneth
Robinson's number.  The phone was answered rather quickly, and an equally
surly voice said, "Hello."

"Hi there, Mr. Robinson.  My name is John Craven.  I'm tryin' to get in
touch with Sue-Ann."

"Who are ya?  Do I know ya?  Does Sue-Ann know ya?"

"I'm an ole friend from Carterville, sir.  I sure would like to reconnect
with Sue-Ann."

"Well, she ain't home.  She goes to nursin' school all week, and waits
tables at Fred's Diner on weekends.  If ya wanna speak to her, call back
after six."  He hung up.

Without consulting with Bobby, Red asked for information in Fallsburg.
"Fred's Diner, please.  No, I don't know the address."  Bobby could see Red
writing down a number.

"Should we call `er while she's workin'?" Bobby asked.

"No, I think we should wait until after six and get `er at home.  In the
meantime, I can think of a few great things we could do to pass the time."

"Your bed or mine?" Bobby quipped.

"I couldn't care less."

Seconds later Red was sucking Bobby's cock, and Bobby was moaning,
groaning, twisting and writhing, assuring Red that he was doing an
excellent job.  Bobby came gushing down Red's throat, almost choking his
poor partner.

When they both calmed down, and Bobby was getting ready to return the
favor, he started to cry.

"What's wrong?" Red asked.

"How could I have been such a goddamn fool not to see how much I love ya?
Consider yaself hog tied and ketched, Brother.  I ain't never lettin' you
get out of my sight."

They waited until 6:15 to call The Robinson's residence.  Once again, Red
did the calling.

A young boyish voice answered the phone.  He didn't say hello; instead he
said, "If ya lookin' for my grandpaw, he's gone bowlin' with his friends.
If ya lookin' for my ma, she's gone potty, and apt to be awhile." The boy
hung up abruptly, and the men both broke out laughing.

"We'll wait awhile, and call back.  If her old man ain't at home, this is a
good time to call her."

They called back an hour later, and blessedly Sue-Ann answered the phone.
Red took the bull by the horns and said, "Hey, Sue-Ann, this is Red Craven.
You might remember me.  I'm a good friend of Bobby Thatcher."

More blessings.  Sue-Ann didn't hang up.  "Are you the feller what called
when I was in the bathroom?"

"Yes, ma'am.  Bobby's outta jail.  I told him that you had gone and made
him a father.  We sure would like to meet the boy, and Bobby wants to be a
father figure in his life."

Again Red expected to hear the phone banged down.  He didn't expect to hear
Sue-Ann crying like a baby at the other end.

"Are you all right, Ma'am?" he asked.

"Yes, yes.  Never better.  Is Bobby there?  I gotta talk to him."

Red handed the phone to Bobby.  His hand was shaking, wondering what the
consequences of this phone call would do to his relationship with Bobby.

"Hey, Sue-Ann," Bobby muttered.

"Bobby, Bobby, honey.  You gotta save me.  My daddy's a surly mean ole
bastard.  He beats up on me.  I don't much care about that, but he's
started boxin' Robbie's ears for no dang reason.  Help us, Bobby.  We gotta
get outa here.  Let us come live with ya.  I'll work and not be a burden to
ya.  I won't demand anything from ya either."

 "But what about nursin' school?" Bobby asked.

"That ain't a problem.  The school's in Lyndhurst and that's about halfway
between us.  It'll be about the same commute in the other direction."

"Hold on a sec, Baby."  (Red cringed.  He thought Bobby reserved "Baby" as
a term of endearment meant only for him.) Bobby covered the mouthpiece and
asked, "What'll I do, Red? I'll die if'n my son isn't in our lives."
(There, he said it again...our lives.)

"O' course, honey.  Tell her to get their asses down here ASAP.  We'll give
`em the spare bedroom, but promise me ya'll tell her about us the second
they arrive."

"I swear."

He took his hand off the mouthpiece.  "Sue-Ann," he explained, "I live with
Red in his trailer.  I can bunk in with him, and you and Robbie can have
the guest bedroom."

"Thank ya," she sobbed louder than ever.  "Can you come and get me tomorra?
We'll need a truck."

"I'm sure I can borrow Red's pick-up.  It only seats two up front.  Little
Robbie will have to sit on yer lap.  It ain't much more than an hour and a
half trip, at most."

"No," she said.  "Red can come also, and help us move.  The faster we get
outta here the better.  I'll be drivin' my own car back with Robbie.  He
don' need a car seat any longer, not since last year."

She instructed Bobby to get a pencil and a piece of paper, and proceeded to
give him specific instructions to her father's house.  "Please," she
begged, "Ya'll get here early and safely.  Get me outta this here prison."

When he hung up, the room was strangely quiet.  Finally Bobby had to speak.
"Yer the best, the kindest man in the world," he said to Red.  "Every
minute of every hour, of every day, I love you more than the moment before.
I know yer thinkin' that Sue-Ann might lure me back to her ways, but that's
not possible, and I'm gonna show you in a bit why that will never happen."

"I am afraid, Baby.  Ya know I am."

"We are all gonna be a family, and Sue-Ann is gonna be like a sister to
both o' us.  Robbie is gonna be a son to all o' us.  Don' ya doubt that for
a minute," Bobby tried to reassure Red.  He jumped up, grabbed Red by both
arms and dragged him into the bedroom.

"Get undressed and lie down on yer back.  I intend to demonstrate just how
much I love ya, so ya just lay there and don' move a muscle." Seconds later
he threw his naked body on top of Red's.  He began to kiss Red so hard that
he actually hurt him, but Red was not about to complain.  After what seemed
an eternity, he began to work his way down Red's body, suckling his neck,
his ears, his nipples, his outie, and finally he buried his nose in Red's
pubic hair.  The hair was curly and wiry and tickled, but Bobby didn't mind
at all.  He was reveling in it.

All the while, Red was moaning and whispering, "Oh God."  He was trying
hard not to move according to Bobby's instructions, but when Bobby pulled
back his foreskin and took his stiff cock into his mouth, all his reserve
left him.  He thrust his body upward, and after just three swipes of
Bobby's tongue, Red came gushing a torrent of cum down his lover's eager
throat.  Bobby could not remember Red ever producing so mush jism.

They lay side by side for a long time, catching their breaths. "There,"
Bobby whispered.  "Do you have any doubts where my love lies, now?"

Red had lots of doubts, but he whispered quietly, "No."

To be continued...