Date: Fri, 19 Sep 2008 19:23:31 -0400
From: chris james <drmeta4@gmail.com>
Subject: It Must Have Been the Moonlight, Part 3

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	       It Must Have Been the Moonlight- Part 3 (M/B)

	My Wentworth began to slide on the icy streets. What the hell,
don't these assholes use any salt up here? I was losing traction as I down
shifted to the basement of my gear box and the wheels dug in, pulling me
straight once again. OK, I was out of here...they could come get the box at
the edge of town.

	I called my dispatcher and explained the situation, he was
sympathetic. I navigated the slick road back to the interstate...where the
fucking state used lots of damn salt...and took the next exit up the
pike. The terminal manager smiled, of course I could drop off here, that
was dollars in his pocket. I just warned him they better not send anyone
else in town, it was SNAFU in there.

	I went up the road apiece after losing the box and glanced at my
time clock, almost supper time and I would need to stop for the night
anyway. I pulled onto the exit off the turnpike and rolled into the truck
stop. There was a slot next to a Peterbuilt and I took it, setting the
brakes.

	"Jerry, you hungry back there?" I asked.

	 A hand appeared and then he rolled out into the passenger seat. "I
could eat...where we at?"

	"Maryland, just north of Baltimore. I just dumped a load because of
the ice, we have to be in DC tomorrow morning, and that's only sixty
miles...easy." I said, and then smiled. "And then we can go home for a
decent Christmas."

	Jerry grinned. "You kick ass, Brian."

	I grinned back. "I love you too, pumpkin head."

	Jerry growled and then smiled, rubbing a hand across his shaven
head. "It'll grow back by next summer. I better get my hat if we're goin
outside."

	Yeah, it would be nice to see him with hair again. He was still the
best...the best kind of companion despite the rough times we'd had. And
Lord, those had been some bad times...times I would just as soon forget.

* * *

	 It had all started with..."I love you, Jerry...let's get out of
here." And we had hit the asphalt running. I was worried for a lot of
reasons. I was out the money for the motel room, and they knew who I
was...but I did leave the key behind. Maybe they would figure I just drove
off at the crack of dawn, I sure hoped so.

	Nothing but Walt to tie me and Jerry into the motel or any other
place in town. I hoped Walt wasn't going to say a word, but I had stolen
his boyfriend. Come to think of it...it was his idea anyway. No, he was on
our side and would keep quiet.

	Lord, I had kidnapped the sheriff's son...that ought to make me
certifiably crazy right there. But he was hurt....abused, I couldn't allow
that to happen. I loved him, damn it...I loved him. And after the first ten
miles I knew he loved me too because it all came pouring out of him.

	"I love you, Brian." OK, that part I knew. "My daddy is a mean
mother-fucker. He beat me a lot with his belt when I was little, but now
it's his fists. He even kicked me in the balls and laughed about it. My maw
doesn't know, she just doesn't...she wouldn't want to know...everyone
thinks he so great. I hate him...I hate him...I HATE HIM." OK, I got that
part too.

	I had to get off the road. I was over my limit for the twenty-four
hour period and the boy was a runaway, scratch that, a kidnap victim. Yeah,
that's what they would think...them, the guys with badges who were fucking
everywhere in my life.

	I thought about it a moment, I needed a place to take the rig and
hide us until dawn. We were headed south, away from Savannah and the
sheriff. Distance meant nothing; radios and cell phones trumped that. By
noon there would be an all points bulletin from Maine to Florida, his photo
would be out there. Gotta hide.

	The Brunswick truck stop was ahead, what better place? I pulled in
the right lane and made the exit. Great, it was huge...lots of rigs to help
me blend into the background. I pulled next to a dozen others and left her
idling. Jerry had been quiet for twenty minutes.

	"We're safe here for the night and it's only ten-thirty. I plan to
sleep until four and get back on the road," I said.

	"You have to pick up a load?" Jerry asked.

	"Already have it, it goes to Miami and then I'm taking you to my
home in Lauderdale. I should be able to get us to Miami by noon tomorrow,
probably about the time your parents get home...you think?"

	Jerry nodded. "My Dad has the day off for their anniversary; you
know they'll come looking for me."

	"Oh yeah, big time. We're going to have to change the way you look
Jerry, sorry."

	He smiled. "Shave my head, get me some earrings to wear...I'll be a
skinhead."

	I groaned. "Not my favorite image...but hell, you're the same
person. I know this old lady that's gonna love meeting you...uh, nephew."

	"You have a brother?" Jerry asked.

	"Two in fact, haven't spoken to them in...ahh, seventeen years, no
eighteen."

	"That's crazy...why not?"

	"They don't like me, plain as that," I said. "I'll tell you about
it sometime. Let me run inside and check the place out, you want a soda?"

	"Yes, please...but I gotta pee too," Jerry said.

	"Uh, pee bottle under the seat. Do it now and I'll empty it on the
way in. If you gotta crap then we'll have to take you inside...risky."

	Jerry reached under the seat and grabbed the plastic jug. He
unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, shoving it right in the
spout. He looked over at me and smiled. "You gonna watch? I might not be
able to pee if you do."

	I turned away and stared out the window. I heard the liquid start
to flow and looked back.

	"Perv," Jerry laughed.

	"Ya that's me...what's your hang-up?"

	He kept on laughing. "Oh God...I like it when you watch."

	"Perv," I said, and joined the laughter.

	I took the bottle with me, dumping it in the outside sink and
rinsing the bottle out. Then I went inside. Damn, they had a lot of stuff,
mostly shit. I took my own piss in the men's room, grabbed a few sodas and
started back to the front. That's when I saw the clippers...battery powered
too. I snagged them as well and paid the lady, she threw the stuff in a
sack.

	Jerry was still in the seat when I got back. "Want that haircut
now?" I asked. "Maybe we better before it gets light."

	No one was around, guys were probably sleeping next to me, their
engines were idling too. I had Jerry sit on the step and take his shirt
off, using the light from the cab to do the job. It went easy, like cutting
grass. I used the largest head first and watched it fall...how sad. I
started at the back as he leaned forward, dropping the clumps of hair in
the sack.

	God, this had all been a part of his beauty...the attraction I'd
first felt. I felt like a butcher, but the clippers worked great. I'd done
one full pass and all that beautiful hair was gone, it was now stubble. I
put on the close-up attachment and went to work. I would shave him tomorrow
after it got light outside.

	The buzz lasted for another five minutes and I was done. Jerry
Tubbs was gone, JJ Pumpkin head had arrived. The boy ran a hand over his
head and smiled. "Whoa, what does it look like?"

	"I could put you in uniform and you'd pass for a recruit," I
said. "Might be a good disguise."

	I dumped the hair in the trash and almost regretted it. Naw, it was
only hair, I had the boy as a souvenir. I made sure he was brushed off and
we got back inside. I put some music on and we sat in the dark drinking the
sodas.

	Jerry kept rubbing his head. "I almost wish I had some weed, goes
with the image, you know?"

	"This is a truck stop, cops hang out here and you need weed," I
said. "Not now, Jerry. I don't do drugs...not anything. My company tests
and I never know when they'll do it."

	"OK, I just thought it might help me sleep, that's all," Jerry
said.

	I smiled and rubbed his shoulder. "I'll help you sleep...it won't
take much."

	He smiled back. "Yeah, you do have a way with things."

	"I'll try to be everything you need, Jerry. I don't have much
experience at this; I've never been a parent."

	"Then don't become one, that's not what I want from you." He yawned
and I knew he was tired but trying not to show it. Now was a good bedtime,
four o'clock would come too soon.

	"Let's go to bed, I probably have just enough energy to make you
happy," I said.

	"Wanna go naked?" He asked.

	"Once around the parking lot?" I laughed.

	"Oh, God...no way, I mean to sleep."

	"Sure...why not."

	We crawled in back and I slid the curtain closed. I shucked off my
pants and boxers, my cock was in his mouth five seconds later. I looked
down on his bristly head bobbing on my lap. Yeah, I was gonna miss the
tickle of those long beautiful locks.

	I wallowed in the feeling and knew he was trying so hard to please
me. I was a hero tonight, I was his savior. I let him go on and on...but I
needed to give something back, if only to show my love.

	"Jerry...I want you," I said.

	"Yes...I want you to have me. But, Brian, if you fuck me I can't
get out and empty myself...can I?"

	"No, you're right...just turn around and let me taste you," I said.

	"Oh yeah, that we can do," Jerry said.

	I had his cock in my mouth and it tasted wonderful, then I
remembered it had been in Walt's butt. Oh well, it still tasted
wonderful. God, I was so excited to have him here.

	Jerry worked my cock, my balls, my ass...I didn't know he had the
strength left, but I had to match him or feel myself a lesser man. We went
at each other for at least ten minutes before Jerry pulled away and sighed.

	"It's not working for either of us...is it?"

	I pulled him close, pressing his head to my chest, my arms
clutching him tight. "I don't need sex to say I love you, Jerry. We both
have too much on our minds...I'd settle for a good dose of affection
instead."

	He snuggled in close. Wrapped in my arms, his fingers toyed with
the fine hairs on my chest

	"Can we make this work, Brian? I don't want to be trouble for you."
His voice was quiet and small. Like a child, he needed assurance that we
were doing the right thing.

	"I want it to work, sweetie. The next few months will be hard; we
don't know what your father will do."

	"I...I just want him to forget we ever met, I don't want him to be
my father."

	"He could make our lives very difficult," I said. "But you're worth
it; I really came back just to see you. I missed you so much."

	"Yeah...Walt said you'd be back, I'm gonna miss him."

	"I suppose you can call him, long as no one finds out where we
are," I said.

	"That would be nice, he'd like that. Maybe he can tell me what my
daddy is doin about all this...he'd make a great spy," Jerry said.

	"You know they're gonna ask him where you are, I just hope they're
not mean about it. Is your father an asshole with everyone?" I asked.

	"Pretty much, I don't know why they elected him sheriff, maybe they
felt sorry for him after the mill burnt down. But he's the one did it, he
set that fire...I just know he did," Jerry said.

	"Really? I thought it was an electrical fire, just an accident," I
said.

	"No he did it, and I know how it got started. He set that old
electric drill in the sawdust pile one night and plugged it in. It must
have run for hours before it overheated and caught the dust on fire, that
place went up in flames real fast, no one could stop it." Jerry looked up
at me to see if I believed him.

	"I could see that working...but why?" I asked.

	"The insurance money, he and the owner got paid off real good. He
had lots of money to get his self elected sheriff, that's why he did it."
Jerry yawned again. "See, he's a real bastard, thirty people lost their
jobs, including John and Walt's parents."

	The picture Jerry painted was entirely possible, and from all I had
heard about the sheriff I was willing to believe it. A man that ruthless
was gonna be a danger to us both now, the sooner we disappeared the
better. It was my turn to yawn, and then I realized Jerry had already
fallen asleep.

	His breathing changed, slowing down as he relaxed. I turned my head
to look at the alarm clock, almost midnight. I reached out a hand and set
the alarm...four hours of sleep, not much, but enough. I could feel the
gentle vibration of the engine, idling just enough to keep the air moving
and cool the cab down.

	It had been a long time since I'd slept like this, my arms around
another warm body. But this was a first, I was embracing someone I loved
deeply, and he loved me in return. Maybe his feelings were more adolescent
than mine, his needs different, but we both had the same goal.

	Unknowingly I had come back to find him, and just him...and now I
knew why. He needed me now; I just hoped it would last forever. I was not a
religious man, never was after my daddy said I was cursed by the devil. He
had even damned me in the name of God, and that was enough to make me turn
away from my faith.

	But if I could, I would pray that Jerry stayed with me, loved me
and asked me to share his life. He had needs I could fulfill, desires that
I could meet and I was lost the minute he stared into my eyes tonight. The
way he had kissed my fingers, sucked on them...I would never forget that
image. He was the sexiest boy I had ever met, and the last one I would ever
seek. With him I had it all.

	The buzz of the alarm woke me in darkness. I could see just enough
from the parking lot lights to shut the damn thing off. Jerry had slid off
of me during the hours of sleep and was cuddled up close.

	I felt a moment of guilt as I looked down on his face, was I doing
the right thing for him? It would have been crazy to leave him with that
man, father or not. He would beat the life and the character out of the
boy. But I was in a position to give those things a chance to grow, to
flourish. This was what he needed, I was what he needed...we had each
other.

	I slid out of the sleeper box without awakening him. I still had a
fuel enough to make Jacksonville; we would stop there for breakfast. I slid
into my clothes and ran fingers through my hair before opening the door
quietly.

	It was two hours until dawn, but my driving ticket was once again
valid, I had been off the road for nine hours. I walked in the store and
looked around for the coffee pots. I almost freaked when a Georgia State
Patrol officer came out of the men's room. I slid over to the coffee
machine and focused on drawing a cup.

	"Morning," the cop said, I hadn't even seen him walk over.

	"Morning," I replied. "Roads good out there today?" It was what he
would expect me to ask.

	"No problems, no accidents...makes my life easier," the cop
replied.

	And no runaways to report, I thought. It was still too soon for
anything to happen; I just needed to move along.

	"Have a great day," I said, turning to leave.

	"Thanks...have a safe drive out there," he replied, and went for
his own coffee.

	I paid the bill and walked back to the truck, time to go wheels up
and fly outta here. I belted in, released the break and shoved the throttle
back up. I pulled around the lot and saw the patrol car behind the
store. He would be here a while, free eats I bet.

	Jerry didn't wake up until seven, and I was almost to Daytona Beach
by then. Now we could breakfast, I was starving.

	"You didn't wake me," Jerry said, sliding his naked butt into the
passenger seat

	"You still don't look awake. Might be nice if you got some pants on
too, I don't need the distraction."

	Jerry laughed and reached back for his pants. He pulled them on and
slid into his sneakers. "Seat belt," I said, and he snapped it in place.

	"Where are we?"

	"Comin up on Daytona, you a race fan?" I asked.

	"Yeah, I love it...you think any of the drivers are gay?" Jerry
asked.

	"How the hell would I know? I'm sure none of them would advertise
if they were."

	"Do you think of yourself as gay, Brian? I mean...some guys just
like to have sex with boys. Gay is different, isn't it?"

	"Oh, you ask such complicated stuff so early in the morning. You
really wanna know what I think?"

	"Yeah, I kinda do," Jerry said, and then he laughed. "Maybe I
should know what I've gotten myself into here."

	"Lord, little late for that isn't it? OK, we'll talk about it. Yes,
I'm gay. I have slept with men and boys, I prefer boys. I haven't slept
with another man since I was twenty, only boys. You've done both as well,
which do you prefer?"

	Jerry went silent. Had I asked a bad question?

	"I thought about guys a lot, even when I was younger," Jerry
finally said. "Just something about guys makes me all crazy inside,
probably means I'm gay too, doesn't it?"

	"Could be, does it matter?" I asked.

	"I never did anything with a girl, it just didn't seem right for
me. Got some offers though, could have happened, but nope."

	"Was Walt your first boyfriend?"

	"Yeah, we were twelve when it started. He was wild right from the
start, kinda freaked me out. Uh, Brian...I sorta lied to you, will you be
mad at me?"

	"Do I hear an oops coming? No, I don't think I could get mad at you
for anything," I said.

	"I never slept with a guy before I met you, only Walt."

	I smiled because I didn't want to laugh and give him the wrong
idea. He had told a lie, so what? Had he been trying to impress me with his
worldly ways? He was experienced enough to rock my world that first night.

	"Were you afraid I might think you were just some silly kid? Don't
you know how good we were that first night, we were incredible together," I
said.

	Jerry laughed. "Yeah, it was pretty awesome. But I did everything
with Walt, we learned it together...and I tried to be the best I could for
you."

	"And you succeeded, I was blown away. You're still the best,
Jerry...always will be. I won't be looking at any other boys from now
on...promise."

	"You mean that? That's great...I mean, thanks. You're all
mine...but what about Walt, would you ever go back to him?" Jerry asked.

	"Should I? I might if you were there. Walt's a mighty cute boy. I'd
be sorry to miss out on that...but I will. You're all I need."

	I could tell that made him happy, the smiles never left his face
even as he stuffed it with breakfast goodies. The pancake place on Route
One had room enough for the rig; it also had a private bathroom. I finished
off Jerry's image by shaving his head. He thanked me with an attempted blow
job, which I deferred.

	I made him eat breakfast, we could sex up later. A short stack of
fluffy cakes, tons of syrup and three eggs with bacon, two glasses of milk
and toast...I was gonna go broke feeding this kid. He was just a growing
boy, and I smiled at all that engendered.

	Back in the truck Jerry was antsy as hell, he wanted it...and he
wanted it now. I could spare a few minutes, beside we hadn't sealed the
deal last night. I motioned him into the bed and he grinned. Cheeky kid.

	I sucked, he sucked...it wasn't enough for either of us. I pushed
him on his back and raised his legs...yeah, that's what we both
wanted. Condom or no condom...he was a virgin except for Walt...I chose to
fuck him bareback.

	Eating that hole reminded me we both probably ought to shower at
some point. But the smell and taste of his sweaty boy butt was just about
my favorite thing in this world. I slid into him with a groan, his and
mine, and we grappled.

	Last night we had been frantic, this morning we were flush with
excitement, animals on the loose. I slammed his butt and he damn near
sucked the tongue out of my mouth as we kissed. Glorious sex, riotous
sex...our kind of sex.

	"Fuck me...fuck me....ahhh...God," Jerry screamed, and I knew they
heard that all the way down in Miami. But I did what he asked and soon
flooded his ass with my seed, groaning and growling like a love sick bear.

	Somewhere along the line Jerry had busted a nut himself, no wonder
he yelled. But I flopped on his belly and enjoyed the squish of a liquid
landing. My cock soon deflated, sliding out and messing the sheets between
his legs. He groaned and brought his legs down with a sigh,

	"Fucking hell...you know how to drive me crazy," Jerry laughed.

	I looked up at the clock and smiled. "Now I have to drive you to
Miami, and I'm covered in cum....nasty boy."

	"I need to use the bathroom," Jerry said.

	"So go on, I bet only half the town heard you yelling 'fuck me'," I
laughed.

	"Oh shit, was I that loud?"

	"Yeah, but screw them...we'll never see them again," I said.

	Jerry went in to use the bathroom and I cleaned up with a moist
wipe, the ones I used on the windshield. The box said over a hundred
different uses, they were right, but I'm sure they didn't have this in
mind. The boy returned and I started up.

	By lunchtime we were pulling into the Miami terminal and I backed
the box into a vacant slot. I had my paperwork signed, called my dispatcher
and said I would be out of the lineup for a few days. I had been on two
weeks straight so he understood; I could have a few days off without
looking like I was shirking my duties.

	I drove up Route One, the long way home. But without a box behind
us the tighter road was an easy drive. I wanted Jerry to see where I lived,
how I lived...and this was the best way to do it. Maybe later, after I'd
had a nap and we'd eaten, I would take him on my bike down to the beach. I
had been shocked when he said he'd never been to the ocean before.

	I took my usual parking spot at the end of our dead end street, the
reason I had chosen this house in the first place. And we walked back up
the street to my front door.

	"Our house, Jerry...yours and mine."

	I understood when he got tears in his eyes; it was good to have a
home. I stood in the front hall and hugged him, kissing his face and neck
just because I needed to show some real affection. He wiped the tears off
his cheeks and smiled.

	"Nice house, Brian...all yours...ours?"

	"Yup, all paid off...the truck too. Now all I have to do is spend a
few dollars on you, some new clothes would be nice. We didn't think about
that one did we?"

	"I can wash these, they must have a Goodwill store hereabouts...I
don't need new stuff," Jerry said.

	"Wrong, I want to buy you clothes, I want you to look nice and feel
nice...for the both of us. Come on; let me spoil you, OK?"

	He smiled. "If you want..."

	"I have to shower, I smell like a cum rag...your cum rag," I
laughed.

	 We showered, he washed my hair...I sucked him off. Hell, it had
been five hours, a long time for a boy to hold off doing it again...right?
Jerry was in heat, we would spend the next three days having sex. I already
knew that.

	I dressed him in one of my T-shirts and a pair of my board
shorts. The sizing was close enough; he was only a few inches shorter than
me anyway. But I would have killed to have a twenty-eight waist like him, I
felt positively fat at thirty-four. He looked nice, all clean and dressed
up...except for the hair, or lack of.

	I took him out the back door and he looked puzzled as I pushed my
way through the bushes into Roberta's back yard.

	"You've got to meet Roby; she's like my grandmother and best friend
down here. I never met anyone quite like her, you'll see. And Jerry,
nothing about us, huh? She doesn't even know I'm gay...or at least we never
talk about it. You're just gonna be my nephew down for a visit; let's see
how we can play it, OK?"

	I heard the dog bark and Roby's voice telling her to shush. I
walked around to the kitchen door and Jerry seemed surprised when I walked
right in.

	"Hey, sweetie...just get back?" Roby asked. She was already at the
stove stirring a pit of something.

	"Yes, Roby...about an hour ago. Roberta this is Jerry, my
nephew. He's Barry's oldest, you remember me telling you about Barry's
family?"

	The dog was jumping up and down, franticly trying to gain my
attention. I picked her up and passed her to Jerry. He kissed her on the
nose and she licked him back...instant best friends.

	"Remember? You must be kidding, I don't even remember what day of
the week it is, like it matters," she laughed. She wasn't kidding. Roby had
no use for time; her mind was slowly blanking out. But she was lucid, had a
sharp wit and Jerry would love her...she smoked pot for medicinal reasons
to keep her eyes in shape.

	"Jerry, is it? So nice to meet you, young man.

	"Nice to meet you...uh, Roberta," Jerry replied. "Sorry, ma'am, I
don't know your last name."

	"It's OK, sweetie...Roby will do just fine. You boys hungry?
Something just told me to put a roast in the oven this afternoon, it's
almost ready."

	"You're the best, Roby, we haven't eaten since breakfast," I said.

	"Then set the table, will ya. I have to smoke some of my medicine
before we eat," She said. Jerry's eyes widened as she pulled out a box of
weed and began to roll a joint.

	I smiled. "Seems you and Roby have something in common." I said.

	"You smoke?" Roby asked. "Of course you do, I get my stash from a
boy just about your age...he comes by on Thursdays. It isn't Thursday is
it, Brian?"

	"No, Roby, it's Tuesday," I replied.

	"OK, I have plenty anyways. Would you like to share one with me,
Jerry?"

	"Uh...yes, Roby, that would be nice. Thank you."

	"Such a polite young man...I like you," Roby said.

	They shared a joint while I sucked on a bottle of beer, and then we
had dinner. Jerry and I cleaned up the kitchen afterwards and Roby rolled
another one. We left her in front of the evening news on television; she
would be in bed by seven anyway. I locked the door as we left.

	"She's just so cool," Jerry said. "Never met an old lady like that
before."

	"Yeah, she's unique...totally unique," I replied.

	"Can I call Walt? His parents won't get home until eight, now's a
good time."

	"Sure, just don't tell him where you are, OK? He doesn't need to
know that right now."

	Jerry dialed my phone and looked anxious. I bet things had hit the
fan by now, Walt would know.

	"Walt...it's me," Jerry said, and I could hear the scream coming
through the earpiece.

	"Yeah, I'm fine...I miss you already.

	"No...I can't tell you...not yet...OK?"

	"He did? And what did you say...?"

	"No...mother fucker...are you OK?"

	"No...not for a long time, I'm afraid...sorry Walt."

	"He is? That's bad timing...tell him to stay away from....oh, I
figured you would."

	Jerry became silent, listening to Walt talk. He nodded at me.

	"Yeah...I'll tell him...sure will."

	"Give him the cell number, Jerry...it's OK," I said.

	"Brian says I can give you the phone number here, but its long
distance," Jerry said. He nodded. "Yeah, for emergencies...that's
cool. Write it down...561...555...8329...got it? It's a cell phone...you
can reach us anytime."

	"Yes...Love you too, Walt...yeah, I'll call you soon...yeah...bye."

	Jerry flopped on the couch, his face full of differing emotions.

	"So...what happened?" I asked.

	"All hell broke loose when I wasn't home. My dad had a deputy bring
Walt down to his office and then he spent an hour yelling. Walt said he
didn't know shit and wanted to call his mother. She came and got him, told
my dad to lay off." Jerry sighed. "It could have been worse, but he's got
the state lookin all over for me."

	"What did you mean by bad timing?" I asked.

	"Yeah...John is home...that won't help things. I just hope my dad
doesn't go all crazy now, Walt is worried about that."

	I sat down and put my arm around his shoulder. "You can call him
any time you want if you're worried. You gave him my number, he'll call if
anything bad happens. Walt loves you, he'll look out for us," I said.

	Jerry smiled. "He said to tell you that he loves you too. I feel
bad cause he doesn't know where I am."

	"Just knowing might put him in danger, sweetie, let's wait and see,
OK? You don't look like any of the photos they might send around to other
agencies, they can't find you that way."

	Jerry looked at the clock on the mantle. "It's not even six, what
are we gonna do now?"

	"You like motorcycles?" I asked.

	"Oh yeah....you mean you have one?" Jerry asked.

	He drooled as I rolled the Kawasaki out of the shed and handed him
a helmet.

	"Let's go look at the ocean," I said.

	Boys and bikes, I loved them both. Jerry hugged my waist as I rode
across town to A1A and turned north to Pompano. Through the trees and
private estates we could see the ocean stretching out to the horizon. I
followed the road all the way into Pompano and parked the bike.

	It was a joy to watch Jerry take off his sneakers and run barefoot
in the sand all the way to the waterline. Most of the day crowd was gone
and the lifeguards were about to stand down as well. Jerry stood ankle deep
in the Atlantic and couldn't stop smiling.

	"God...it's beautiful," he said. "The water is warm too."

	"I'll bring you back tomorrow and we can swim," I said.

	We walked hand in hand through the surf, ignoring what anyone might
think of us like this...it just didn't matter. And that is how I always
want to remember him. Laughing, smiling and so happy to be here with
me...it was like watching him be reborn into a new life.

	We talked about all kinds of things as the shadows fell and the
lights came on in the town behind us. I took him through the amusement area
beside the seawall and we shared a cotton candy like two little kids.

	I envied his first taste of this new life. But just watching him
have the experience made me understand what he had been missing. And
because of that I wanted him to learn everything; it would be my pleasure
to teach him.

	Jerry finally caught me yawning behind my hand, and said we should
go home. I rode carefully through the streets, my boy hanging on tight. His
hands were pressed against my stomach and whenever we stopped for a light
he slid them down, grasping my crotch and laughing...the little tease. By
the time we got back I had a raging erection, but then he'd planned that.

	My body was tired but my mind wanted something...something only
Jerry boy could give me. We stripped off and I lay back on the bed with a
tired smile. And he sensed my need, raising my legs and working me open
with his tongue. I could only moan with great feeling as he slid into me.

	It was like that first night together. In the dim wash of a
streetlight on a backwoods country crossroads I had given myself to this
boy. He had made me see the heavens through his loving attention. His every
move had made me tingle like never before...and now, as I looked up into
his eyes... I knew he was remembering how we had first met just as I was.

	If Walt had taught him how to be patient, to love a man with all
that grace and ability he now possessed, then their love had not been in
vain. I was lucky to have him, and that meant I owed Walt one...big time.

	Jerry knew I was tired, he let my body drift in that dreamlike
state throughout our lovemaking and I was grateful. Just to feel him inside
me, possessing me with every languorous stroke was all I needed to
respond. And somewhere in the midst of his thrusting I felt myself letting
go with a deep groan of satisfaction. It was all he needed and Jerry joined
me in the bliss of a soft and sensual orgasm.

	I must have dozed off looking up into his eyes, covered in my own
seed and filled with his. I awoke to the feeling of a warm washcloth
cleaning my chest and between my legs, then I was out for the night.

	My mind drifted awake, sensing the early light filtering in through
the curtains. Jerry was snuggled up close, a leg thrown across my hip and
deep in peaceful slumber. His arm lay across my chest, fingers tucked into
my armpit. It was a possessive hug, one that said he didn't want to lose
contact.

	I had so many issues to work out, the biggest being what would he
do while I worked? I could be gone for weeks on end, should he come with
me? I just couldn't see him sitting in the cab for endless miles and having
any kind of life. But maybe he would enjoy seeing the country; it would be
a learning experience.

	And school, how could he go to school? We could get him books,
pre-planned lessons made to keep him up to date on the required
subjects...but who would grade them? I certainly couldn't enroll him here
in a public school. That would be both stupid and dangerous. Too many
issues for me to handle, I needed help in solving them.

	I drifted back into a fitful sleep, my mind still tied in knots. I
had always dreamed of having someone like Jerry. The dream was easy;
reality was so much more difficult. But then I remembered his eyes and
watching the hurt be replaced by love. No, we had done the right thing.

	My phone rang at seven-thirty, waking us both. I leaned across
Jerry's body and snatched up the receiver, pretty sure it would be Roby.

	"Morning, Brian...did I wake you?" Roby said.

	I had to chuckle, she damn well knew she had. Sometimes I think she
played that senile part a bit too much, there was nothing wrong with her
mind.

    	"No, Roby...just laying here thinking. What's up?"

	"I talked to Bill this morning before he went to work; I thought
your nephew could use some help keeping up with his school work, and you
know Bill...once a teacher always a teacher," Roby said.

	I was speechless, how had she...? "I...I was just thinking about
that," I managed to say.

	"I know, figured you would get to it sometime. It might help him
wile away the time while you're traveling. No such thing as too much
education," She said. "I need some things too, you going out today?"

	"I will, I need to get Jerry some clothes and a bathing suit."

	"I'll leave a shopping list in the mailbox...then I'm going back to
bed. It's too damn early to be up anyways." I heard her laughing as she
hung up, yeah she had it together. I shopped for her, she let me use her
car...I didn't own one.

	"Who was that?" Jerry asked.

	"Roby...sorry she woke you," I said.

	"That's OK...damn it's still early...you gonna get up?"

	"Nope, I have something else in mind," I chuckled.

	There was a lot to be said for taking my time as I slid in and out
of Jerry's ass. Morning sex hadn't been on my top ten list for years, but
fifteen year old boys seemed to have a way of reviving my old habits. Slow
penetration drove him up the wall, but it heated him up like nothing else.

	He lay on his side, one leg pulled up to his chest to give me easy
access. This way I could control the action, all he could do was push back
against me. Except for the gentle way he treated me last night our sex had
been hard and fast. But not this morning, I was determined to make it last
forever.

	Jerry's nipples were sensitive, as were his ears, so I molested
both. His groans of delight told me I was on the right path. The smell of
his sweaty skin really did a number on me, especially when I raised his arm
and began licking his pits. The few straggly hairs in his underarm were
adorable, the first signs of his impending manhood.

	He tasted so good I kept on licking and found myself tonguing his
shaved head. Jerry leaned his head back, giving me access to the whole dome
of his head. God, this was so hot, my mouth was filled with the taste of
his scalp, and from the sound of it he loved every minute.

	But heating us both up had inevitable results and as I reached for
his cock it spewed across the sheets before I could even touch him. His
body trembled with the effort, his muscles clenching around my cock and I
just had to let go, adding my groans to his.

	"Damn, you do that well," Jerry said, and then he laughed. "What a
fucking tease."

	"I just want to eat you, sweetie...you taste delicious."

	"Anytime...Jeez, I came without even touching myself...that's a
first."

	"Fun, isn't it?"

	"Yeah...you're a great lover...the best. I need a sit down and then
a shower," Jerry said.

	"I suppose, then we have to go shopping for Roby...and I want to
buy you some clothes."

	Again Jerry insisted that he didn't want to spend my money, but we
went to Wal-mart anyway. He was pretty impressed with Roby's old car, a
classic Malibu which he said was all the rage once again. But Roby kept it
garaged and I knew she hadn't been behind the wheel in ten years.

	We managed to fill the trunk with goodies, clothes for
him...groceries for Roby. I knew she was planning to feed us again from the
looks of the list. But she hadn't been shopping for herself in years; I
didn't think she knew how expensive groceries were. Didn't matter, I always
told her I spent a lot less than I actually did, refusing to take her money
for what I bought.

	Jerry carried the bags into Roby's kitchen and she fixed him some
lunch, we had forgotten all about breakfast...oh, yeah, we had sex. Roby
fixed her eyes on Jerry and smiled.

	"You look much happier than you did last night," She said. "How do
you like Florida so far?"

	"Brian took me to the beach...the ocean is just so incredible,"
Jerry replied. "I wanna go swimming today."

	"Goodness, I haven't been to the beach in years...and its right
down the road." Roby laughed.

	"You could come with us." Jerry said.

	"Thank you dear, but my eyes can't handle all that sunlight. I stay
indoors most of the time, healthier for me that way," Roby said. "But I
would love to sink my toes in the sand and feel the water wash around my
ankles." She sighed. "When you get old you'll understand."

	Jerry smiled...and my cell phone rang.

	"Hello?" And all I heard were screams. "Walt....?"

	Jerry looked up; he could hear the screaming too.

	"Walt...calm down...what's going on?" I asked.

	The screams subsided; replaced with the sounds of the boy
sobbing...something was very wrong. "Walt...talk to me," I said.

	I heard his reply and made him repeat it...it didn't sound real. I
looked at Jerry and then handed him the phone, maybe he could make sense
out of what his friend was saying.

	"Walt...it's me." Jerry said.

	"Oh...oh, Jerry....damn," Walt sobbed. "He's...he's fucking dead."

	Jerry turned pale and I saw tears come to his eyes. "Who
Walt...who?"

	"I...I didn't do it, I swear...your pa is dead."

	Jerry started to tremble and I knelt down to touch him. He threw
his arms around my neck and sobbed, as I took the phone back.

	"Walt, this is Brian...what did you just say?"

	"I...I said...Jerry's pa is dead, he was shot." More crying and
then a pleading voice. " I didn't do it, Brian...I swear. But they're gonna
find the body and...Oh God, my fingerprints are on the gun."

	Damn...had he done it? "Where are you, Walt?"

	"Home...nobody knows yet...just me and John...but they'll find the
body if they go lookin for him."

	"And where is he now?"

	"Uh...out at Miller's Quarry...Jerry knows." Walt was crying less,
making more sense.  "Brian, can you come here? We need your help...please?"

	"I don't know, Walt...."

	"Please...you have to help, I think John is gonna kill himself."

	"Did John shoot him?" I asked.

	"I...I can't say... Please, you have to come help us."

	Damn, what a fucking mess. But Jerry was looking at me now and I
saw the pleading in his eyes as well. Fuck, now I was getting onto
something I had no control over.

	"OK, Walt...we'll be there. Just keep John together, will you?
Don't let him do anything stupid. It will take most of the day. I can't get
there until six-thirty, maybe seven tonight at the earliest."

	"Oh, Brian....you can't know...this is all so fucking wrong," Walt
said, he was starting to panic again.

	"Calm down, Walt...stay cool. We'll meet you at the mill by
seven...OK?"

	"Yeah...thanks, Brian...I gotta go tell John before he does
something...hurry...please."

	I snapped the phone shut and looked up into Roby's eyes. "Would you
like to use the car?" She asked, holding out the keys.

	Jerry and I hit the road. It would take almost seven hours to get
there, four hundred miles...and then what? The boy was in a state of shock,
I wasn't much better. But I had to focus on the road and keep my mind from
wandering.

	Walt didn't know who shot the sheriff...no, he said he couldn't
say. Why not? John was involved, was he trying to protect his friend? That
seemed pretty certain from the way Walt had acted before. There was
something about John that made the boy protective...again...why?

	I couldn't go seven hours without talking to Jerry, but what could
I say? We were passing West Palm when I finally spoke.

	"Jerry...what is Miller's Quarry?"

	"Huh...oh. That's where...um, I suppose it doesn't matter...that's
where John grows his weed."

	"In a quarry? What's there now, how isolated is it?" I asked.

	"It's about three miles up in the woods, nobody lives around
there. There was an old shack but it fell down, and you can't swim in the
water because it's dangerous. Years ago some kids drown up there so
everyone is afraid of the place. John figured it was secret enough to grow
his stuff, I guess."

	"Is there a road, could the police drive up there?"

	I didn't want to ask if his father could drive in there, obviously
he had...and it had ended in tragedy.

	"I suppose, the road is pretty bad, but a Jeep might make it. My pa
drives a Jeep."

	I waited for the emotional outburst...but it never came. Jerry had
been thinking...I was beginning to see him working on it.

	"What do you think really happened?" I asked.

	Jerry sighed. "I can't figure it out."

	"Walt said his fingerprints were on the gun, does he have access to
firearms?"

	"His daddy has a shotgun, everyone has guns. But most people don't
know...Walt has never fired a gun or a rifle...never. He's scared of guns."

	"But John isn't?"

	Jerry looked over at me and I stole a glance. I was asking the
right questions.

	"John is an excellent shot; we hunt every fall with his
daddy. You...you think he did it?"

	I wasn't sure what I thought. "I don't know. I suppose it depends
on what your father did, depends on why he was up there in the first
place. Only Walt and John know that."

	Jerry leaned his head against the passenger window and was silent
for a while...a long while. The shock was over, now he had time to think.

	I couldn't know what had transpired during his life with the man he
called father. The man had abused him, but not that badly...not yet. Walt
had insisted that it would only get worse, and I could believe that. Some
men couldn't take the challenge of having a teenage boy in the house.

	Maybe his father had been a brutal man from the beginning and that
would have eventually turned him against Jerry. The bit about setting fire
to the mill for the insurance payoff said the guy was a cheat and a
liar. Not the kind of man I would ever want to see as a sheriff. Obviously
he had craved the power...and look what it got him.

	Walt said they would find the body, I wonder why? The boys had
probably run off after the shots rang out...and then there were the
fingerprints. I was really confused now...Walt had handled the gun?

	By four we were in Daytona, three hours to go. I pulled over for
gas and Jerry got us some sodas... he came back looking rather pale.

	"They have my picture in there," he said.

	Oh shit, I had forgotten all about that. His face would be all over
the place the closer we got to his home, fuck.

	"Did anyone seem to notice you?" I asked.

	"Sure, I don't have hair...everyone looks at me now. But I don't
look like the photo on the flyer, that was years old. It was taken at a
church picnic, I was like twelve...that's pretty stupid."

	"In this case stupid is a good thing," I said. We tanked up and got
back on the road.

	"We have to hide the body," Jerry said.

	"What?"

	"We have to get rid of the body, and I know how," Jerry said. "It
will be easy."

	"Easy...now wait a minute. A crime was committed; maybe even
murder...and you want us both to get involved?"

	"We put the body in his Jeep and push it into the quarry...they'll
never find him."

	"Unless they go looking," I said. "He's the sheriff; someone will
go looking when he doesn't turn up."

	"John and I tied a rock on a long rope once, a very long rope, and
we never hit bottom. The quarry has been there for years, long before I was
even born. Stories say the place is on sacred Cherokee land and that's why
the quarry filled with water, I dunno, but John believes it."

	"So we just push him in there and leave, the sheriff just
disappears," I said.

	"Yup, happens you know. Maybe the moon-shiners got him; maybe the
spirits...funny things happen up in the woods. People will believe that,
they always do," Jerry said.

	I felt a chill run up my spine; the boy was freaking me out. People
did not just disappear, not in this day and time. But deep down inside I
knew he was right, but it was just the wrong thing to do.

	"What about your mother, Jerry. They just had their anniversary,
they celebrated in Savannah. She'll miss him, just as I know she misses you
now," I said.

	Jerry smiled. "She really hates him you know. She knows about the
mill, she knows why he did it. I was their only child, she stayed because
of me."

	"But you've gone missing...do you want to see her?"

	"Not now...maybe someday soon. Once she figures he won't be coming
back she'll go to her sister's place in Atlanta. Ma always wanted to live
there, she likes the big city."

	"You think she'll just up and leave?" I asked.

	"Yes...nothing to stop her. It's not a bad thing; he got what was
comin for being the bastard he was."

	That was cold; I never knew Jerry could be that callous. But then
I'd never met the father, and now I wouldn't have to.

	We went through Jacksonville, which left a little over seventy
miles to go. Crossing into Georgia I became more concerned about Jerry's
position as a runaway, what if he was recognized? At least I knew he
wouldn't blame me.

	By quarter of seven we were taking the exit ramp and heading back
towards the crossroads. I wondered if Walt would be there...and what about
John? I hadn't thought much about the boy, although I still remembered how
good he looked.

	I had never been with a Native boy, John had been the first. Not
that it had been much in the way of sex, but I had enjoyed the
experience. There was something about his looks, the dark features seemed
mysterious. But he had shrugged off the sex as nothing he was interested
in, it had just happened so he could buy the bicycle rim.

	Walt told a different story. John had fucked him, rape he called
it. But you can't rape the willing, and Walt was more than willing, he
thrived on being taken. So what was John's deal? Somehow I had to find out.

	I drove past the houses and Jerry ducked down out of sight. One of
these was his, but I didn't know which. His mother was probably home,
wondering...worrying. But we were here to find Walt and I saw the boys on
their bikes before I reached the crossroads.

	"I don't want that woman at the store to see us," I said.

	"Go past and turn left at the stop sign, that's out of sight,"
Jerry said.

	I passed Walt and John, slowing down only for the sign where I came
to a stop. Walt and John flew past me, wheeling like mad up the road and
around the curve away from the store. I waited and then slowly
followed. The boys were standing beside the road, their bikes suddenly gone
from sight.

	Jerry popped back up as the other two tumbled into the back seat. I
could hear them panting, the adrenaline was flowing.

	"Go straight until you come to the green mailbox." Jerry said.

	I did as ordered. Jerry turned around and stared at his two
friends. "So which of you did it?" Jerry asked.

	"I did," John said. "He had it coming."

	I looked up in the rear view mirror and saw the marks on John's
face. He looked like he had been beaten...his lips were swollen, a black
eye....all the signs.

	"He beat you," Jerry said.

	"He was fucking John," Walt said.

	"What?" Jerry and I said at the same time.

	"His dick was in my ass, he was fucking me," John said. And then he
smiled. "Sorry, I know you wanted it first."

	"Green mailbox," I sang out.

	"Count three driveways and turn left," Jerry said. "My father was
fucking you...I...I don't believe it."

	"I saw it, no lie," Walt said.

	"He's been messin with me since last year, Jerry...I just couldn't
tell you, or anyone."

	"I don't understand, he isn't...wasn't like that," Jerry said.

	"He knew about you and Walt, he told me that. Said if I told you
he'd fucking kill me. Nice family we got, huh?" John laughed.

	"Driveway," I said.

	"Go slow, its kind bumpy. Drive back far as the trees and we can
leave the car there, you won't make it all the way in," Jerry said. "So how
often did he...I mean where did you guys do it?"

	"His Jeep, his office...anywhere he wanted. It happened a lot after
I got used to it. And then yesterday I think Walt figured it out, didn't
you," John asked.

	"Yeah, I saw you ride over to his office. And you had just come
home, he didn't know you were here and yet you went over there," Walt said.

	"You wanted him to fuck you?" Jerry asked.

	John looked down just as I hit the first large bump; we all came up
off the seats.

	"Sorry," I said.

	"Yeah, I kinda got used to it...you know, it feels good," John
said.

	"But why him...why not one of us?" Jerry asked.

	"Cause...he looked the other way when I was growing weed, he coulda
busted me right off. He knew about the quarry, we used to do it there too,"
John said.

	"OK, now I'm confused," I said. "You liked being fucked and still
you shot him?"

	"That was different...he...well...he was gonna shoot Walt for
catching us."

	"Walt?" I asked. Another bump as we approached the trees.

	"Can you turn around here?" Jerry asked. "It's gonna be dark when
we come back, you might get stuck then. We can walk from here, its not
far."

	"I rode up here to find John this morning," Walt said. "I damn near
killed myself in the trees so I got off my bike and walked it down towards
the clearing. I saw the sheriff's car and figured John was busted, but then
I heard them."

	He looked over at John as I stopped the car. The boys got out and I
went around to the trunk, fishing out a large flashlight. I followed the
boys down the road, what passed for a road. I could see that only a four
wheel drive could get back in this far.

	"What did you hear?" Jerry asked.

	"I heard...I heard the sheriff talking...sexy shit. Stuff not even
you say, Jerry. Like he was telling John how he was gonna ream his ass out
like a plumber. And when I cleared the bush I saw them. John was stretched
out on the back and the sheriff was standing behind. I could see him
plowing John's ass and slapping his butt."

	"Yeah, he liked it rough," John said.

	"But your face...you didn't just let him do that, did you?" Jerry
asked.

	"No...that happened after he saw Walt," John said. "He saw Walt
sliding through the bushes and reached down for his pants. He told Walt to
freeze and I just knew he was gonna run. I got up and saw the sheriff
pointing his revolver at Walt. Things got crazy after that."

	"I was gonna run," Walt said, "but then I saw that gun. He told me
to walk over to where they were and I did. The sheriff pulled up his pants
and told me to lie face down on the ground so I did. I thought he was gonna
shoot me right then.

	"He started yelling at John, sayin that now he had two problems to
solve. He slapped John then punched him in the face. John fell down and the
sheriff reached down and put the gun to John's head. I just knew he was
gonna kill us both."

	The road had petered out and we were pushing through brush now, but
I could see the trees thinning out...and then it hit me, these weren't
regular bushes. They were pot plants...hundreds of tall bushy pot
plants. John smiled and looked with pride at his crop.

	But I saw the car tracks as well; the sheriff had run over a great
number of plants on his way down the hill. We pushed through the pot plants
and came to the clearing, and there I saw the Jeep. The boys stopped and
Jerry looked at the vehicle.

	"So...so where is he?" Jerry asked.

	"Inside the back...you don't wanna be lookin at him, Jerry...it was
messy," John said.

	"You guys stuffed him in the Jeep?" I asked.

	"John did, I was too freaked out," Walt said.

	"Walt saved me," John said. "I think the man was gonna pull that
trigger when Walt clocked him with the rock."

	"You threw a rock?" I asked.

	"No, I bashed him with it," Walt said. "He was so busy punching
John he didn't even see me get up with that rock in my hands. I just walked
up behind him and wham, he fell down."

	"He dropped the gun and it went off," John said. "At first I
thought he had shot Walt but the boy just freaked out at the noise and fell
down."

	"I fainted, all right...I know, I'm a stupid little boy," Walt
said.

	"No, you saved us both," John said. "It took balls to hit him like
that."

	Jerry was stunned, it all sounded pretty crazy to me as well. "So
then you...you picked up the gun and shot him?" Jerry asked.

	"No, he went for it but I won," John said. "It went off when he was
fighting me for it, his finger pulled the trigger not mine. Shot him right
in the heart, lots of blood."

	"But Walt said...you said your fingerprints were on the gun," I
said.

	"Yeah, he picked it up and threw it in the quarry," John said,
"Like they're ever gonna find it now."

	"So you put the body in the back...why didn't you just push the
Jeep in the quarry too?" Jerry asked.

	John walked up and put a hand on Jerry's shoulder. "He's your
father, only you can banish his spirit. I don't want his ghost walking
around here for the rest of my life, I would lose my crop."

	It was the most amazing thing I had ever heard...but then I knew
John believed every bit of it. The traditions of Native Americans were not
something I understood, but these boys did.

	"I need to see him," Jerry said and John backed away.

	Jerry went over to the back of the Jeep and opened the door. I
could see the crumpled body laying there; I could even smell it now. Jerry
looked down on his father's body and reached down to the man's face. The
uniform was covered in blood, but the bullet wound looked small where it
had torn through his shirt.

	I saw Jerry close the man's eyes with his fingers and bow his
head. We all stood silently for a few moments and then Jerry backed off,
closing the door. He looked at us...and then smiled.

	"Let's bury the fucker," He said.

	John steered as the rest of us pushed. The Jeep slowly rolled down
the slope, picking up speed as it went and then we let go. The vehicle
rolled to the edge of the drop and then sailed out and down. We heard the
splash echo across the span of water and bounce back at us from the steep
walls of the quarry on the other side.

	The Jeep floated a while, slowly taking on water, and then with a
burst of bubbles it slowly sank beneath the surface. The sheriff's emblem,
a five pointed star, gradually disappeared in the dark waters...and then it
was gone.

	I stood beside Jerry and he turned to hug me tight. Walt and John
came up behind him and they joined in the hug. It remained to be seen what
would come of this, but Jerry had buried his father; the ghost would not
walk free.

	Darkness quickly enveloped the forest surrounding the quarry,
throwing shadows and allowing the crickets to begun their mating song. I
could feel the chill in the air as we walked back up the path to the
road. John walked beside me as Jerry and Walt held the flashlight to guide
us.

	"So you sure do have a lot of plants," I said. "Worth a lot of
money I bet."

	"Could be," John said.

	"So...that twenty bucks I gave you for a blow job, you really
didn't need it," I said.

	"No...not really, but it gave you an excuse to do it," John said.

	"I think it gave you the excuse to allow it," I said.

	John laughed. "You got me there, but now you have Jerry. Working
out OK?"

	"I love him, nothing else could be better," I said. "And you?"

	"I still like a good fuck, but I guess that's over."

	"You have Walt...he loves you very much," I said.

	"You think? I did fuck him once, just tryin to see what it was
like...maybe..."

	"You guys have to be home any time soon?" I asked.

	"Nope...what's on your mind?"

	Room thirty-two was available, different clerk this time. The boys
needed a shower; I had Jerry and Walt take the first shift. John sat on the
counter and let me examine his face. The swelling would go down, the
bruises would fade. God, he was just so damn fine sitting there all naked
and sexy looking.

	Jerry and Walt retired to the bedroom as John and I stepped in
under the water. The boy kept glancing down at my crotch.

	"Good thing Jerry saw you first," John said with a wicked smile on
his face.

	"I love him, John. But maybe he'll be willing to share just this
one time."

	John took the soap and lathered himself, showing off...getting the
heat turned up between us. Yeah, maybe Jerry would...I hope. Tomorrow would
be another day, and life would get back to normal...or what passed for it.

	John and I finished up and dried off. I opened the door to discover
Jerry and Walt sitting on the bed...still naked...waiting.

	"It's gonna be a full moon tonight," Walt said. "A night just made
for hot sweaty sex...anyone interested?"

	I looked at Jerry, it would be his decision to make. And he smiled.



End of Part 3...that's all folks, the story ends here. Please feel free to
imagine whatever you wish beyond my words on the pages of this story. I
myself must move on and leave these boys behind. The temptation to go on is
there, it is with any story where the characters develop a life beyond the
written word. Thanks to all of you who took it this far and encouraged my
thoughts. May you be blessed with your own special night in the Georgia
moonlight...I have had mine.