Date: Tue, 23 Feb 1999 21:58:01 -0500
From: Sidney Gittler <SidG@compuserve.com>
Subject: Arkansas Vacation

This story contains scenes of violence and gay t/t sex.  If this kind of
thing upsets you, is illegal in your neck of the woods or you're too young
please leave.  All comments are welcome.  Send to sidg@compuserve.com.

			     Arkansas Vacation
			  Created by: Sid Gittler
		    Characters Created By: Sid Gittler
		    "Yoshi" and "Jeff" Created by David

		     Arkansas Vacation: Yoshi's Story
			     Written by David
			   Edited by Sid Gittler

     Yoshi stared at his father in shock.  He couldn't believe what he had
heard, never thought his father would say those things to him.  As far back
as he could remember his father had always been there for him, to help him
and guide him.  Now he discovered that his father hated him, no longer
loved him.
     Just because he was gay.  Yoshi started to cry.
     "Father, please!  Please don't do this!  I'm your son!" he cried.
     "My sons are not gay.  You are no longer welcome here.  Leave at
once," his Father growled, then turned away and left the room.
     Heartbroken, Yoshi went to his room and packed his big camping
backpack.  He wrapped his two swords, the Katana and the Wakizaki into
cloth wraps and put them in a long plastic tube.  The Ninja-to-be hooked
them to the backpack.  He stood on the steps of his home, the only home
he'd ever known.  It was hard to say goodbye to what he had loved and the
people he loved.  He left the house and started walking.  He didn't know
where to go.  Tennessee was a big state.  He decided his first stop should
be the bank, where he had his savings account.  He wasn't sure how much
money he had, but he was going to take it all.  Leaving the bank with the
money in his pocket, he felt a little better.  It wasn't much money, but it
would get him to where he wanted.
     Yoshi walked most of the day, his mind working on different options.
He sat at a table outside a fast food place eating his first real meal of
the day, flipping through a newspaper left behind by someone.  He nearly
missed the article about Peckertown, Arkansas.  Yoshi read the article very
carefully, then realized the answer was there.  He was going to Peckertown.
His spirits were raised considerably by what he had read.  This was a good
sign.  He kept reading the article.  It was very one sided, very much
against Peckertown.  Yoshi didn't care.  He decided he'd go there first,
then plan on what he would do.  He ripped the article out and put it into
one of the pockets of his pack.  It was starting to get dark, and Yoshi
needed a place to sleep for the night.  He walked down the street until he
saw the local shelter.  They were kind enough to put him up for the night.
     Yoshi settled down into his sleeping bag and lay down on the camp cot.
Try as he could, he couldn't sleep.  He tossed and turned all night long.
He thought about his family.  He wondered what they were doing now.  When
he closed his eyes, he kept seeing his Father's angry face, kept hearing
those awful words.  What if he apologized?  Would his Father take him back?
Something inside told him it would never happen.  He finally cried himself
to sleep.

     He woke up late the next morning.  The shelter people let him shower,
then fed him breakfast.  Yoshi got his pack on and left, thanking them for
their help.  One of the first things he did was to buy a map of Tennessee
and Arkansas.  After studying his route out of Tennessee he started out.
The day was clear and cool.  Yoshi hoped the weather would be good all the
way to Arkansas.  It was late September, and there had been little rain.
Yoshi wondered if he could get a bus ride, or the train.  He tried both
places, but that didn't work out at all.  Pissed off, he left the transport
station and decided he'd walk all the way, then.  Last time he'd ask for
help.  He left the city by late afternoon.
     From a hilltop Yoshi turned to look.  It looked different, felt
different now.  It didn't feel like home anymore.  He felt sad, feeling the
tears coming back up.  He turned and wiped his eyes.  He hoped his family
would be okay.
      "Maybe someday we will reunite," he thought.
     He walked until it got dark.  Using his flashlight he checked his map
and discovered there was a campground in another two miles.  He stopped in
at the office and rented a small tent for the night.  He also found a book
that detailed roads, gas stations, and other campgrounds for Tennessee.  It
was free, so he took it.  He ate a meager dinner by the fire he'd built.
One of the things he needed was a proper camp mess kit, he decided.  He'd
check the office before leaving in the morning.  Yoshi slept better that
night, having finally gotten the crying out of his system.  He promised
himself he'd never forget his family, even though they had disowned him.
     When he got up the next morning, he did his usual stretches, and then
practiced his martial arts.  His Grandfather had been his first martial
arts teacher.  He remembered copying the movements when he was four,
thinking he wanted to be like his Grandfather.  His Grandfather took great
delight in teaching Yoshi all he knew.  He remembered his Father approving,
saying that Yoshi needed to carry on the clan's traditions.  His
Grandfather, later on as he grew older, began teaching him Ninjitsu, and
Getsumi no Michi, the Moonlit Path, one of many disciplines.  His
Grandfather had died six months ago.  Yoshi had grieved the most, he had
loved his Grandfather very much.  There were times he felt his Grandfather
close to him, whispering advice and encouragement.  He wondered what his
Grandfather would think of him, if he would have cared if Yoshi was gay or
not.  He finished his exercises, then packed after showering.  He stopped
at the office and bought the mess kit and a few other things.
     Having planned out his route for the next few days, he set out.  It
was a bit warmer this morning, but not much.  He put a tape in his Walkman
and listened to it.  It was one of his favorite bands, a tape he had gotten
a few weeks ago, the newest tape from Van Halen.  He wished there had been
a way he could have brought his guitar with him, but it would have been too
heavy.  Once he got himself set up in Peckertown, he'd buy himself a new
one.  Yoshi was a talented guitar player.  He could play just about any
song he wanted to, being able to pick it up by ear.  He enjoyed playing, it
gave him great satisfaction doing so.  He hoped that one day he'd be good
enough to join a band.  Listening to the music, he started to figure out
the notes and things.  He liked the new singer, noting he did sound a bit
like the last one, but this one was better.  His other favorite bands
included Metallica, ZZ Top, Sammy Hagar, Guns and Roses, and Led Zeppelin.
He had managed to pack quite a few tapes so he was set.  He walked all day,
stopping long enough to eat, use restrooms, and take breaks.  Night was
falling as he entered another town.  He wondered if he should risk staying
in a motel.  He decided to take the chance, so he walked into the first one
he saw.  The desk clerk looked at the five foot six Japanese teenager with
long black hair tied into a ponytail.  The guy nodded his approval, as long
as Yoshi would be out by eight.  Yoshi agreed, asking for a seven am wake
up call.  He went to his room and started running water for the tub.  He
wanted, needed a hot bath.  Yoshi watched himself undress in the long
mirror on the bathroom door.  His body was slim, a nice six pack of muscle
forming in his stomach and abdomen, smooth skin, very sparse hair under his
arms and around his cock.  He watched his cock grow from its normal four
inches to six hard inches of young boy meat.  His facial features pleasant.
Yoshi was an attractive boy, having turned plenty of the girl's heads in
school, as well as some boys, too.  He had been attracted to other boys for
as long as he remembered.  He didn't know why, they just appealed to him
more than girls did.  He wondered many times if he was normal.  He sighed.
He'd try to figure it all out later.  Maybe he'd find someone there in
Peckertown who would help answer his questions.  For now, he was going to
soak in the tub and go to bed.

     Yoshi was up and gone the next morning by seven thirty.  The night's
sleep had done him a world of good, and he was feeling better about
himself.  Some clouds had moved in and the morning air was a bit nippy.  He
checked his map, then continued walking.  He had been lucky so far, not
running into any trouble.  He hoped he wouldn't, but sometimes you never
knew.  He stayed alert, never relaxing or letting his guard down.  Leaving
the town, he stayed on the big highway.  He walked past fields of flowers
and tall grass.  He heard the birds sing and watched them fly overhead.
The day was beautiful.  The beauty of nature that surrounded him made him
feel much better about himself.  He stopped and had breakfast at a roadside
rest stop.  He watched the birds vie for the bread crumbs he tossed at
them.
     He watched cars, trucks, people, and families come and go.  Watching
the families tore at his heart.  He wished his Father had let him speak his
piece, wished his Father had been more caring and helpful.  He loved his
Father, and deep down he forgave his Father and wished him well.  One day
they would meet again, and Yoshi would forgive his Father.  He stood,
shouldering his pack again.  He walked out to the parking area and was
crossing it when a man approached him.
     "Where are you headed, kid?" he asked
     Yoshi looked him in the eyes.  "I'm headed for Arkansas."
     "Join me? I'll take you as far as I can.  Don't worry, I'm not going
to hurt you at all.  You seem like a nice kid," the man smiled.
     Yoshi looked him over.  The man was about six foot, black, very short
hair, mustache, and was smoking a cigar.  Yoshi though for a moment, then
decided he could trust the man.
      "Okay.  Where's your car?" Yoshi agreed.
     The man grinned.  "That's my truck right there," he said, pointing to
a blue tractor- trailer.
      "Hey cool," Yoshi said.
      "I think so.  I make my living with it.  I gotta go the restroom," he
said.
     Yoshi walked over to it.  The passenger door was locked, so he walked
around the front of it.  The driver's side was unlocked, so he climbed up
and in.  The inside was a light tan color.  There was a bed in the back, a
tv and VCR in one corner, a little shelf with drawers in the other.  It
even had a skylight.  Yoshi set his pack on the bed and waited for the man
to come back.  He did, moments later.
      "There you are.  I forgot to tell you to go in the driver's door, but
I guess you figured that one out!" he laughed.  "Like the house?"
      "It's very cool.  My name is Yoshi," he said, introducing himself.
      "Thanks.  I'm Charles, and it's an honor to meet you Yoshi," he said,
shaking Yoshi's hand.
     Yoshi climbed into the passenger seat while Charles started the rig.
They were off, heading out on the highway.  Charles flipped on his CB radio
and Yoshi listened to the truckers talking.
      "Good way to find out if there is any accidents or traffic jams out
there to avoid," Charles explained.
     "That's cool," Yoshi nodded.
     As they rode along, Charles explained some of the features and things
about a big rig.  Yoshi learned quite a bit that day.  He liked riding in
one and wondered if he would ever get the opportunity to drive one.  They
seemed like fun.
      "So where are you headed, and what are you carrying?" Yoshi asked.
      "I'm headed for Central Tennessee State with gear for a band called
Cultured Jelly," he said.
      "Cool!  They're one of my favorite bands!" Yoshi exclaimed.
      "I like them too.  They treat all of the roadies right," Charles
grinned.
      "I play some of their music," Yoshi said.
      "Oh, you play guitar?" Charles asked.
      "Yes.  I'm a fair player," Yoshi said.
      "Well, you can help me unload my trailer.  I've got their guitars and
sound gear," Charles grinned.
      "Way cool," Yoshi laughed.
     Yoshi relaxed, feeling real safe with Charles.  The man didn't ask
about where he came from, or why he was going to Arkansas.  He just
accepted him for who he was.  Yoshi hoped there were plenty more people
like him out there.  It would make life so much easier.  For now, his luck
was holding good.

     They arrived at the stadium where Cultured Jelly was to play.  Charles
backed the rig in, and Yoshi opened the doors to the trailer when Charles
directed him to.  Both of them had the trailer unloaded quickly, setting
the guitars and sound gear in the right places.  The other equipment would
arrive later.  Yoshi watched Charles hook up the amplifiers and guitars.
Charles grinned.
      "Let's jam," Charles said.
     They did, Charles playing the blues.  Yoshi recognized B.B. King's
music.  He laughed, and picked it right up with the older man.  They were
having such a good time, they didn't notice the band or others arriving.
Charles saw them and quietly backed off until Yoshi was the only one
playing.  He hadn't played in days, this was a real treat for him.  He
heard the drums start up, and turned around to see the drummer sitting
there.  The base kicked in, then things were sounding good.  The techs were
running all over the stage fine tuning the speakers and such.  Yoshi was in
seventh heaven.  He was enjoying himself. He started playing different
tunes, bits and pieces of different songs, trying to weave them together.
Once the sound techs motioned that everything was right, Yoshi and the
others stopped playing.
      "Hey kid, that was absolutely dynamite!"  the drummer said as the
others clapped.
      "I'm just an average player," Yoshi said.
      "You are much better than average.  Give yourself a little more
credit than that," Charles said as the other people nodded agreement.
      "Thanks.  I just love to play that's all," Yoshi said.
      "Keep it up kid," Charles said.  "Maybe these guys will open for you
someday."
     Yoshi watched the show, enjoying the music and the band's antics.  It
was late when he got into bed at the hotel.  It had been a good night for
everybody, the band playing well and people enjoying the show.  Yoshi
traveled with them for another two days.  Then came the morning that they
were headed north, and Yoshi was to continue going west to Arkansas.  They
gave him a lightweight acoustic guitar for him to play anytime he wanted.
Yoshi would write some of his best material with that guitar, and record
them later.  He would even start a band and make it popular.
     That had been the best week he'd had.  Those memories would stay with
him for a long time.
     Charles dropped him at the highway and shook his hand.  "Good luck
kid."
     "Thanks for everything Charles," Yoshi said.  He turned and headed
down the highway and just kept going.  It was a cool day, so he had put on
a heavy jacket.  He knew he was headed in the right direction, the highway
he was on now would take him into Arkansas.  Once in Arkansas, he'd have to
head South to get to Peckertown.  He wasn't going to worry about it until
he got in the state.  For now, he would concentrate on traveling and making
sure he got food when he was hungry.  The band had given him money to live
on, enough to get him to Arkansas.  He liked them all.
     He stopped for lunch early that afternoon, sat down and pulled his map
out.  He needed to see how many miles he had left, and to figure out about
how many days.  It came out to an estimated three days, to the state line.
Yoshi decided that if he got early starts and walked till late, he could
make it in that time frame.  If anybody gave him rides, that would be even
better.  Charles had saved him many day's walking time, and he was glad of
that.  He hoped he wouldn't have any trouble.  In the hotel room that
night, he decided he would get some pleasure for himself.  It had been
awhile since he'd masturbated last, and he felt the need to.  He drew
himself a hot bath, soaking in it for a long time, relaxing.  He got out,
then dried himself off.
     He lay on the bed, and began to touch himself.  He began by touching
his face, enjoying the feel of the smooth soft skin of his cheeks.  He
closed his eyes and pretended it was another boy touching him.  The ghost
boy caressed his face, feeling the cheeks, nose, ears, neck, and the jaw
line.  Yoshi moved his hands down to his chest, feeling the hard chest
muscle.  His nipples were standing out erect.  He could feel their hardness
against his fingers.  He could feel the warm feelings rising up inside.  He
loved that part.  He loved getting those feelings whenever he played with
himself.  He always felt so relaxed afterwards.  His fingers gently pulled
and twisted the erect nipples, making him feel giddy.  He moved his hands
down across his flat stomach, feeling the top of the six pack of muscle
there.  He touched them, feeling the hard ridges.  He moved his fingers
down the abdomen, down the v that pointed to the best part of him.  Little
Yoshi was already hard and erect, the solid six inch muscle standing up
straight and proud.  Yoshi wasn't ready for that yet, so he moved his
fingers through his short sparse pubic hair.  Yoshi kept his pubic hair cut
down neat and short, liking it that way.  He move his fingers around the
base of his throbbing cock, then down to his smooth balls.  Yoshi didn't
like hair on his cock and balls, so he would shave them clean.  He liked
the feel of smooth balls.  As he gently caressed and tickled them, he
closed his eyes and gave himself up to what he was feeling.  His mind
drifted back to that imaginary lover, the cute boy touching him.  His left
hand stayed at his balls while the right one came back up to his cock.  He
started stroking himself, slowly working his index finger into his anus.
The feelings got intense, and he knew he was getting close to his release.
Yoshi stopped stroking himself, then curled up into a ball and took his own
cock into his wet warm mouth.  Yoshi had discovered he could suck himself
off, being so flexible due to all the exercise he did.  He slipped his six
inches in, able to get just four inches in.  Yoshi started sucking himself,
getting close to his orgasm.  He slipped his finger back into his ass,
working it in until he found his boy's button.  He knew that each time he
stroked that button, he'd get off really good.  All he had to do was graze
it a little bit, and boy would he shoot off.  Sucking on his own cock
brought him very close.  His finger touched his prostate, and he wiggled
his finger against it.  Next thing he knew, he was shooting his cum into
his mouth.  He sucked his cock harder, wanting to get all of his young male
juice.  He collapsed, having finished getting himself off.  Yoshi felt very
good, very relaxed.  He got under the bed covers, and went to sleep.

     Yoshi was in very good spirits when he got up the next morning.  He
looked out the window and saw that it was raining.  That was okay, he had
done the right thing by getting himself a poncho set yesterday.  He got
dressed, then left the hotel after covering up with the poncho.  Now he
would stay dry and his pack would too as he walked towards Arkansas.  He
hoped that someone would stop and offer him a ride, but nobody did.  Maybe
his luck would change once he crossed over into Arkansas.  It rained the
whole day.  Yoshi decided about early afternoon that he'd stop for the day
at the next town ahead.  Hopefully it wouldn't be far.  He came across a
sign that advertised a motel another six miles.  Yoshi was glad of that,
according to his map, the next town was another twenty miles.  It was
another two hours before he saw the place.  It was a two story place,
looking like it came out of the 1800's.
      "Hell, hope they got hot food, hot water, and a comfortable bed,"
Yoshi told himself.  He had started talking to himself to pass the time.
He didn't think he was crazy for doing it, he did it just so he could pass
the time and keep himself focused.  A dog started barking as he walked up
the porch.  The door opened and an old lady stood there.
      "Come in dear, before you catch cold.  I bet you're tired and
hungry," she said, helping Yoshi to get his poncho off.
     He stepped in, sliding his pack off.  A man helped him with it, and
set it carefully on the floor.  Yoshi smiled at the couple.
      "Thanks for your hospitality," Yoshi said.
      "You're welcome dear," she said, patting his cheek.  "Now sit
yourself down, I'll get you a bowl of soup."
     That was one of the best bowls of homemade soup Yoshi ever had.  It
went down nice and warm, carrying the warmth down to his toes.
      "Thanks.  Reminds me of the ones my Mother made," Yoshi smiled.
      "You're welcome young man," the old lady smiled.
     He watched her turn and go check on other folks.  The dining room was
big enough to hold quite a few people, with a tiny stage off to the side.
There was a piano on it, and Yoshi walked to it.  It was an old upright,
looked more than fifty years old.  Yoshi had an idea.  He went and sat
down, reaching for his pack.  He retrieved his acoustic guitar, and went
back to the piano.  He quickly tuned the guitar to his satisfaction.
      "Sir?" he said to the man.  "I have enough money to pay for dinner,
but not enough to stay the night.  Would you be willing to let me sing for
a room tonight?"
     He turned to talk to his wife.  They approached him moments later.
      "According to the weather, it's supposed to rain all week.  How about
staying a week or two, and you can work for us for your room and board?"
the old man suggested.  "this is my wife Clara, and I'm Donald."
      "My name is Yoshi and I accept the deal," Yoshi smiled.
      "Then it's done.  A song first then," Donald nodded.
     Yoshi started playing the opening notes, "this is a song I wrote while
traveling."

     Standing at the crossroads of my life
     not knowing where to go
     looking behind me I've seen where I was
     and left behind
     I'm looking to stay with something better.
 
     Trust I seek, so hard to find
     wondering where my road is leading to
     signs hard to read, I can go only on faith
     hoping to find peace for my mind
     I'm looking to find something better
     You in my dreams, are you the one
     can't feel love anymore
     wondering if it's real or illusion
     Hold on my heart to that feeling
     I'm looking to stay somewhere better
     I'll just keep running on faith
     Only thing I can do
     Knowing that someday my world will be right
     Love will find me
     I'm looking to stay with something better
 
     I'm looking to stay with something better
     I'm looking to find something better
     I'm looking to stay somewhere better
     I'm looking to stay with something better.

     There was a round of applause when Yoshi finished.  He stood, and took
a bow.
      "Thanks," he smiled and played another couple of songs.
     He put the guitar away, then went into the kitchen and started
cleaning the dinner dishes and things.  It wasn't long before everything
was done.  He felt a sense of satisfaction helping these folks.  Donald led
him too a room and Yoshi got himself set up.  He set his alarm for six,
deciding he would get up early.  He got into bed and turned out the light.
He watched the rain fall from the edge of the roof.
     He wondered what his family was doing now.  He silently prayed, hoping
that they would be forgiven someday.  He knew he would.  It was the right
thing to do.  Only then would he be able to live in peace.

     Yoshi was up by six.  He slipped his Ninja-to onto his back after
dressing in sweats.  He was glad he had gotten them.  He went downstairs,
set up a small table with juice, coffee, breads, fruit and breakfast ware.
Yoshi walked into the main area and pushed a table or two out of the way.
He started his workout, doing his stretches, then his katas (martial arts
exercise forms).  He closed his eyes, willing his body to relax.  Within a
breath, he was in Getsumi no Michi, the Moonlit Path.  He felt good here in
this place.  It was a place of calmness, peace, and tranquillity.  Yoshi
practiced the disciplines faithfully, never wanting to lose touch with the
skills his Grandfather had taught him.  He had promised his Grandfather the
day he died.  At times, he could hear the voice of his Grandfather.  He
welcomed it, knowing full well that his Grandfather continued to guide him.
He moved through his exercise routine, feeling satisfaction at completing
move properly.  He swore to never let his skills deteriorate.  At the end
of the hour, he was done.  He stretched once again, then went back to his
room to shower and clean up.
     That more or less became the routine over the week he stayed.  He
learned to cook, built up more muscle chopping wood for the fireplace,
shared a song or two every night.  On Friday night he sat at the piano and
played requests.  Everyone in the town loved his music.  Then Sunday came,
and he was ready to go.  He felt something pulling at him, and knew it was
time to be on the way.  He left that morning, a good hot breakfast inside
him, more money in his pocket, and more food in his pack.
     Those folks had been good to him.  That was twice he had gotten lucky.
The sun was out.  It was going to be a beautiful day.  Yoshi's senses were
sharp.  He felt the crisp cool air on his face, smelled the night's rain in
the air.  If everything went right, he'd be in Arkansas tomorrow.  The
anticipation of getting there spurred him onward.  He wondered again what
he'd find there.  Was the article he had found on Peckertown right, or
wrong?  He couldn't tell.  Once he got there, he would know for sure.
     He settled down for the night in what was an abandoned church.  Yoshi
was feeling anxious, and jacking off would normally take care of that, but
he felt it wouldn't be appropriate in this church.  He meditated instead,
letting his mind relax and wander.
     He found himself in a meadow full of flowers, another boy chasing him.
He heard the other boy's laughter, heard himself call him "lover".  He
couldn't see the boy's face, but he had a very good feeling deep inside
about it.  Yoshi went to bed happy.  He dreamed of the same meadow, heard
the boy again.  Just as he turned to see him, the dream faded away.  Yoshi
woke, the sun streaming in through the windows.  It was morning already.
Yoshi got up and stretched.  After settling his pack, he left the church.
He stopped at a small general store for some food, got directions, and went
on his way.  Yoshi grew more excited the closer he got to the state line.
He crossed over it just after noon.  The signs shouting "Welcome to
Arkansas."  He wondered if he could get a bus from this town to Peckertown.
He walked into the town, and found the local general store.
      "Yup, you can get the bus from here to there," the thin balding man
said, pushing his round glasses back up his face.  "Be twenty bucks for the
ticket."
     Yoshi paid it, then got a book or two to read on the ride.  He smiled
at the ladies who sat at the table nearby, sipping ice teas and watching
their kids drinking sodas.  Yoshi was reminded of the trips to the ice
cream place after the basketball games back home.  He felt a touch of
sadness.  That life was gone forever.
     A sense of danger quickly alerted Yoshi.  He looked around, instantly
alert.  Nothing seemed amiss.  He relaxed, going into Getsumi no Michi.  He
was now much more aware.  Yes, he felt it now.  It was coming through the
front door now.  Yoshi launched himself in the air, drawing his Ninja-to at
the same time.  The four bandits crashed through the door, their shotguns
raised.  Yoshi landed in the middle of them, executing his moves perfectly.
The sword came up and knocked two of the shotguns out of the way as he did
a spinning kick, knocking three of them down.  Those two moves were done in
seconds, people not reacting yet.  Yoshi struck the fourth one with a
hammer fist strike against the right side of the man's head, then coming
back the other way against the left side of the head.  That one was out.
He turned to see one raising a handgun.  Yoshi didn't think.  He just
reacted, his right foot going out and coming up underneath the bottom of
the man's jaw.  He flew over the benches of the bus station.  By this time,
the sheriff had started to react.  He had been sitting there with a cup of
coffee when the men burst in. The heavyset man yanked out his gun and fired
a shot at another man who was about to shoot Yoshi.
     Yoshi had sensed the impending danger, flipping out of the way in the
nick of time.  He calmly dropped the last man with a kick to the chest and
then resting the blade of his sword against the bridge of the man's nose.
The fight was over.
     "How did you learn to do all that stuff boy?" The sheriff asked,
cuffing the three unconscious men, while Yoshi covered the fourth.
     "My Grandfather taught me," he answered.
     "Good thing you listened and learned well.  These four have been
terrorizing this side of the state for weeks," the sheriff stated.
     He started to cuff the third, then realized he was dead.  Yoshi
watched as the sheriff covered the guy, then cuff the fourth.
      "This one's dead," he said indicating the body.
      "An evil man will always destroy himself in the end," Yoshi nodded,
remembering what his Grandfather had taught him.
     "Now that's a true statement if I ever heard one.  You're right too,"
the sheriff agreed.
     Yoshi put his sword away while the sheriff called for help.  It was
another hour before Yoshi was allowed to leave.  He had to give his
statement, testifying to the events according to his point of view.  The
sheriff gave him twenty buck for food at the bus stops, and he got his bus
money back and thanks from the station master.
     The bus driver told him it would be another day before they got to
Peckertown, so Yoshi elected to sit in the back of the bus and sleep a
little.  He dreamed of the boy again.  This time he saw his face clearly.
The boy looked at him and smiled.  Just as he turned away, he saw a tag on
his apron that said Tasty Buns.  The boy had a beautiful face, a light
sprinkling of freckles across it.  His eyes were a deep green, and he had
red hair.  Yoshi woke with a start.  Realizing he was still on the bus.  It
was daylight now.  He looked out the windows at the scenery.  It was
beautiful here.  He had a sense of coming home here.  He felt complete
somehow, but not quite yet.  He would find the boy at this place called
Tasty Buns.  When the bus stopped, Yoshi asked the driver how much longer.
     "Another hour at least," the man said.
     He looked at Yoshi with eyes of a person who had seen all he could
take and had given up.  That scared Yoshi.  He turned away, telling himself
he'd never get that way.  He would help people and care for them, no matter
what.  His destiny was bringing him here, to Peckertown.

     The boy Yoshi had dreamed of the last few nights was there at the
Tasty Buns restaurant.  He was four foot seven, white, red hair, green
eyes, and very slim.  He had been bothered by dreams of Yoshi.  Something
told him Yoshi would be coming today.  Jeff wasn't paying attention very
well, causing Elija Jorgenson to lose his temper twice.
     "Jeff, pay attention to what you are doing!" he thundered.
     "Sorry sir!" he stammered, quickly snapping to.
     He felt his face turn red, as he got busy again.  Elija threw up his
hands and wondered what he was going to do with this new boy.  He sighed.
These thirteen-year- olds were so unpredictable with their mood swings and
hormonal changes.
     "Thank God my own three never gave me any trouble," he thought,
thinking of Daniel, Aaron, and Benjy, turning out okay.  Jeff had been
dropped off in Peckertown as a little boy, about eight years old.  His
parents kept on going, never coming back.  Elija took pity on the boy, and
arranged for a local family to take him in.
     But he didn't know what was bothering Jeff.  He hoped it would fix
itself soon.  Both of them looked up when the bus rolled by.  Elija glanced
over at Jeff, seeing the boy staring at the bus with wide eyes.

     When the bus rolled into Peckertown, Yoshi sat up and looked out the
windows, hoping to see the place called Tasty Buns.  He almost missed
seeing the sign in time.  A whole bunch of feelings went off in him, fear
collecting in the pit of his stomach.

     Jeff watched the bus roll past, his own feelings out of control.
"He's on that bus," he whispered.
     "Who?" Elija asked, concerned now.
      "Yoshi," Jeff whispered.

     The bus finally stopped, Yoshi out the door in seconds.  He shouldered
his pack and started running for the restaurant, his senses telling him
that Jeff would be there.  Some sense of danger screamed at him.  Yoshi
moved faster, wanting to get there in time.  He came in the front door,
alert for anything.  He came face to face with Jeff.  Neither one said
anything in that moment.  People in the place could feel something going on
between the two.
      "Jeff," Yoshi whispered.
      "Yoshi," Jeff said, reaching up to touch him.
     It was at that moment that two armed men burst in, Yoshi didn't
hesitate to react.  He spun to his right, kicking both men at the same time
on the right side of their faces, then coming back and kicking the left
side of their heads.  Both of them went down hard.  They lay still.  Zeus
burst in from the kitchen, and Yoshi turned to face him.  Zeus put his
hands out in front of him.
      "Yoshi, he's okay!  He's one of us!" Jeff yelled, jumping in front of
Yoshi.
      "Okay," Yoshi nodded.  He took a breath and relaxed.
     Gazing at Jeff he saw something in the other boy's face.  Everything
seemed to fade away in that moment.  Before he realized what he was doing,
they were kissing each other.  He felt Jeff's arms around him, his body
pressed against the other boy's, becoming part of him.  They parted a
moment later.  They became aware of people clapping.  Blushing, Yoshi
turned to face everyone.
     "Way to go kid," Zeus commented, the huge black man smiled.
     Yoshi laughed, feeling good in that moment.  He really, truly felt
alive in that moment, and he wanted it to last forever.  The two men on the
floor stirred.  They turned over to see Yoshi standing there, his Ninja-to
in his hand.  There was something in his eyes that scared them.  People
backed off slightly.
     "You are not welcome here," Yoshi's voice reverberated from
everywhere.
     People noted he never moved his lips.
      "Why do you attempt to rob people?' Yoshi's voice asked.  "Have you
no honor, no respect?"
     The two men ran out the door, scared.  They ran into a sheriff in the
parking lot, and were taken to jail.
     "How can you do that?" Jeff asked in awe.
     Yoshi sat down at the counter.  "I've studied the martial arts," he
said.  "There's much I'm capable of doing, because I've worked hard at it."
      "I get off in an hour," Jeff smiled.
      "You're off now.  Take him over to the In Boy Inn and tell them I
said to give Yoshi a room for as long as he needs it.  Come back around
nine tonight so we can talk," Elija said.
     Jeff hugged the older man.  "Thanks boss!"

     They checked in, and went upstairs.  Jeff went into the bathroom and
started a shower while Yoshi set his pack in the corner.  He started to
undress.
     "Let me," Jeff said.
     Jeff stripped Yoshi naked, then let his apron and g string fall to the
floor.  Jeff led Yoshi to the shower.
     "Let me clean you up," he whispered.
     They got in together, lips meeting in a passionate embrace.  Yoshi
felt himself melt into Jeff's arms.  This was what he had wanted for so
long.  Someone to love, someone who would love him.  They could live openly
and never be judged.  He felt Jeff's hands work around his body, washing
him gently.  Jeff did his cock last, taking the hard six inches into his
hand.  He felt Jeff's lips on his neck as the boy began to masturbate him,
jacking him off in long slow strokes.  Yoshi felt his body respond, felt
Jeff's own six inches poke him in the ass.  Suddenly he wanted Jeff inside
him and him inside Jeff.
     "Want you inside me," he whispered.
      "So do I," Jeff replied.  "Want you inside me."
     They finished their shower and went into the room.  They laid down on
the bed together, facing each other.  They stared deep into each other's
eyes, their hands and fingers touching, caressing, and exploring each
other.  Yoshi sensed the time was right.  He turned into a 69, taking
Jeff's cock into his mouth.  The boy's thick red pubic bush got into his
face.  Yoshi would fix that, but later.  He felt Jeff's wet warm mouth
envelop his own cock.  They started sucking on each other, their movements
slow and in sync with each other.  Yoshi closed his eyes and enjoyed the
sensations.  He sucked Jeff's cock for a few moments' then started licking
and sucking at Jeff's balls.  He heard Jeff whine and moan.  Jeff thrashed
about on the bed, enjoying what he was feeling.  Never before had he ever
experienced something this good before.
     "Please?" he pleaded, looking into Yoshi's eyes.
     Yoshi rolled onto his stomach.  Jeff licked his rose for a bit,
getting him wet.  Jeff placed his cock at Yoshi's entry.  He slowly sank
his cock into another boy's rose for the first time.  He felt joy,
exhilaration, passion, and need.  Jeff pushed all of his cock inside Yoshi.
Yoshi groaned with pleasure, feeling Jeff's cock inside of him.  Jeff
closed his eyes, and let the passion take over.  He had wanted this for so
long.  He began fucking Yoshi, doing it with long slow strokes at first,
then slowly building up to fast hard fucking.  Yoshi could feel the boy's
cock moving inside of him, and he wept with joy, the feelings so good.
Jeff sobbed, the passion and his own feelings running amuck.  He wanted his
release, to bond with this beautiful boy of his dreams.
      "Yoshi...cumming...I'm cumming...can't hold it....cumming!" he cried.
     Suddenly he was, his sperm shooting through his cock and into Yoshi.
Yoshi could feel it happening, and he cried out in pleasure.  Jeff finally
collapsed on top of Yoshi when he finished cumming.  They held each other
tears running down their faces.
      "Please?" Jeff whispered, raising his legs for Yoshi to see his own
rose.
     Yoshi rose up on his knees and moved forward.  He used his fingers to
loosen Jeff up a little, then placed his cock at Jeff's entrance.  Yoshi
moved forward, pushing himself up into Jeff.  Jeff sobbed as the
pleasure/pain feelings began.
      "Love you...love you," Jeff cried.
     Yoshi felt himself enter Getsumi no Michi.  He felt himself start to
become one with Jeff.  He slow fucked the boy, enjoying the feelings.  In
his mind, the both of them were making love in a meadow with beautiful
flowers and tall grass.  As he continued the act of male intercourse, he
found Jeff's mind to be so open.  He saw everything that Jeff was.
      "No secrets, my love.  I am yours forever," he heard Jeff's voice.
     They became bound together, each discovering many things about the
other.  Yoshi carefully established a telepathic link between them.  He
realized that Jeff had a natural talent for it, but Yoshi had had to
develop his.  Yoshi continued to fuck Jeff, going faster now.  Yoshi wanted
to deposit his seed inside Jeff, to bind Jeff to him like Jeff had bound
Yoshi to him.  He felt himself starting to cum.
      "Jeff....Jeff...cumming lover....I'm cumming," he breathed, and then
he was, shooting deep into Jeff.
     Once he finished, he dissolved into tears, unsure how to deal with the
feelings he had.  Both boys cried on each other's shoulders, holding onto
each other tight.  They started to relax, then went to sleep.

     The phone woke them right at eight.  Yoshi reached for it.
      "Moshi-moshi (hello)?" he queried.
     "Mr. Toranaga?" the voice said.
     Yoshi switched back to English.  "Yes, that's me."
     "I have a message for you, sir.  You and Jeff are to go to the Tasty
Buns in an hour," the voice said.
     "Thank you for the wake up call," Yoshi said, then hung up.
     Jeff stirred next to him.  "Was that the phone?"
     "Yes, love.  We gotta go," Yoshi said.
     "Okay.  I'll start the shower," Jeff said.
     They arrived right at nine.  As they walked in, people started to
clap.  Yoshi bowed, acknowledging the praise.  Elija and other people
appeared and escorted them to the back dining room.
     "Thank you for stopping those two.  Seems they were wanted for
numerous things," Elija said.
     "There's a reward for them," the sheriff said.  "I'm Sheriff Reginald
Waters."
     Yoshi shook his hand.  "How much of a reward?"
     "For them, twenty five thousand each, for the four in Barton, one
hundred thousand," Waters smiled.
     "Wow.  That's quite a bit of money," Yoshi commented.
      "What are you gonna do with that money?" queried Elija.
     "Is there a martial arts studio here in town?" Yoshi asked, suddenly
inspired.
     "No, there isn't.  Why?" Sheriff Waters asked.
     Yoshi grinned.  "I could start one.  Teach a lot of the boys around
here things they would need to know to protect themselves, and the younger
ones as well.  Eventually they could put those skills to work and be
security for some of the public places around here."
     Sheriff Waters smiled.  "That's a super idea.  I'll even get my guys
to sign up as well."
     "l want to buy a house here as well, for me and Jeff, put what's left
in the bank.  Eventually I want to start a rock band.  I can play guitar,"
Yoshi said, the plans forming in his head.
     "Cool!  I can play bass.  I've been learning on my own," Jeff beamed.
"I know two guys that play keyboards and drums!"
     Elija grinned.  "Welcome to Peckertown, Yoshi Toranaga!"
     "Thanks Mr. Jorgenson," Yoshi smiled.
     They finished dinner, then Jeff took him out on the town.  They
stopped at many of the places, and Yoshi couldn't believe what he saw.
Peckertown was so open, it was fantastic.  Jeff led him to the Big Lick for
the last show.  The big man took the stage.
     "Gents, the Olsen Triplets are running a little late right now, but
they will be out.  Please relax and enjoy some music," he said.
     The boy at the sound board shook his head.  He tried frantically to
get something going.
     "Do you have a guitar and two good lines?" Yoshi asked the big guy.
     The man recognized him.  "You're the boy who stopped those robbers
today at the Tasty Buns."
     "Yes I am," Yoshi nodded.
     "Skip, give him what he wants," the man said.  "Folks, allow me to
introduce the young man who stopped a robbery at the Tasty Buns today.
Please welcome.....Yoshi!"
     The crowd applauded as Yoshi walked up to the stage.
     "Thanks so much.  I'd like to do a few favorites before the rest of
the evening is ready to go," Yoshi announced, strumming the guitar.
     He started playing the notes for his song.  "This is for Jeff."  He
sang, the words coming out from deep inside of him.
     The audience paid attention to the whole song, tears fell untouched
down Jeff's face.
     Yoshi did four more, and then the Olsen Triplets came on.  Everyone
applauded Yoshi.  Yoshi bowed, then returned to Jeff and kissed him.  Yoshi
watched the show eyes wide, not quite believing what he saw.
     It was late when they went back to the hotel.  Yoshi was feeling very
good about himself.  He undressed Jeff, Jeff undressed him.  They made
passionate love again, this time it was much slower than the first time,
slow deep passionate love.  Afterwards, Yoshi lay there watching Jeff
sleep.  He thanked his karma that he had found what he had been looking
for.  Life was good again.

     And so it came to pass, that Yoshi opened his martial arts studio.
Many of the boys went there and learned the art of defense.  There were
fewer reports of attacks on boys.  The sheriff sent his men, and Yoshi
taught them moves and defense tricks.  He and Jeff did get a house
together.  Yoshi started his band, and called it Powersound.  Two other
boys joined, Brent and Travis.  They were lovers as well, and Yoshi had
them move in with him and Jeff.  The band became very popular, playing all
over the state.  Yoshi met his family again, and in a very tearful reunion,
forgave his Father, letting go the pain he had felt.  His family continued
to live in Tennessee, and Yoshi made his family very welcome in his home.
Life was very good again.