Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2008 16:08:43 -0400
From: chris james <drmeta4@gmail.com>
Subject: It Must Have Been the Moonlight- Epologue

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


	OK, it was his fault and he would pay for it. Not like he got a
dozen speeding tickets a year, nothing that would jeopardize his CDL. It's
just that Roby's Malibu was such a kick to drive and with the Florida
plates he didn't think the local cops would pull him over.

	Jerry sat beside him, scrunched over against the door on the
passenger's side and trying not to laugh. Go ahead and laugh, Brian
thought, get it out of your system, kiddo. The flat hat of the Florida
Highway Patrol walked back up beside them and handed Brian his license and
registration back.

	"Not your car I see," the trooper said.

	"My neighbors, she let me borrow it," Brian replied.

	"Yes, I saw the adjoining addresses. So you borrow your neighbor's
car and exceed the speed limit...not very nice of you."

	"No, officer...I'm just in a hurry to get home. Roberta is pretty
old, I get worried about her...she's like a grandmother to me," Brian said.

	The trooper smiled. "Yeah, suppose I understand. You don't have any
outstanding tickets so I think I'll just let you slide on this one, OK?
Just take it easy, you have a child in the car with you."

	"Yes, sir....and thanks."

	"Have a good afternoon, sir," The trooper said, and he walked back
to his vehicle.

	"OK...child, sit up straight," Brian laughed.

	"Child...my ass," Jerry growled.

	Brian started the car and pulled carefully into traffic. The
trooper followed for a while and took the next exit ramp. At least they
didn't have to worry about cops any more; Jerry was in the clear now. No
one was looking for him, his mother had seen to that.

	One day a runaway, the next a free man...life sure took some
strange turns. And Brian smiled as he remembered...

	It had been a night of great pleasure, probably the horniest
gathering that small Georgia crossroads had ever seen...well, if anyone
ever saw them, which they didn't...Thank God.

	Jerry's smile...that's all they had been waiting for. "So...how's
this gonna work?" Jerry asked.

	"I think before we're done everyone will be a lot closer," Brian
said.

	"I wanna get close to you," Walt said. "But I think John feels
guilty, he took your money and it was a lie."

	"Hmm, so John...you owe me, huh?"

	"Yes, Brian...but I got something you can have in return," John
said with a grin.

	"OK, enough with the sexy talk," Jerry said. "Brian you can chose
first, we're gonna be at this all night otherwise."

	Walt leaned over, gave Jerry a big kiss, and found himself falling
back on the bed with his former lover on top. Brian looked over at John and
shrugged, the decision had been made for them.

	It was when the boy came into his arms that Brian realized what a
sexy little man John was. His first touch was tender and unhurried even
though his cock was stiff as a board. The boy looked up into his face and
Brian leaned down to kiss him. And that's when he realized how little
experience John had.

	That kiss was awkward and short; John wasn't sure how it all
worked. Despite having been a receptacle for the sheriff's cock, John had
never made love before. Brian didn't see the sheriff being anything but a
user...an abuser, much like he'd been towards Jerry. And because of that
the boy didn't know what he was missing; love had never been a part of the
sex in his life.

	Brian wrapped his arms around John's waist and lifted the boy off
his feet. He had a solid body, muscular and warm, but he didn't weigh much
over a hundred twenty pounds. John clung to him as Brian lay the boy down
on the bed beside Walt and Jerry. Tight quarters, but they were all here
for the same reason.

	And once again Brian lowered his face to John's, their lips
meeting. This time Brian began to stroke John's face, his ears, his
neck...his fingers trailing down the boy's torso until he felt the flesh
tremble with nervous passion.

	The tip of his tongue brushed against John's lips and he felt the
boy relax. John wanted this, he was ready, and Brian pushed his tongue into
that warm wet mouth. John clutched at his head, grinding their lips
together and lashing back with his own tongue. Yeah, now he got it.

	Brian could hear the other two moaning and he wanted to hear John
make some noise. His fingers sought those soft brown nipples on the boy's
chest and he squeezed. John made a small noise in his throat and his
fingers dug into Brian's scalp.

	Brian pulled his lips away and went for John's arching neck. God,
he could eat the boy, he tasted so good. His tongue slid up the hollow
under John's chin and sought an earlobe. The scent was exquisite, the mix
of sweat and boyhood like an aphrodisiac. Brian inhaled the smell and John
shuddered.

	Their bodies were close, side by side, and yet John had not done
anything but clutch Brian's head. He wanted to feel John's body, the soft
texture of that smooth tanned skin and the hardness that lay between his
legs. Brian moved, rolling the boy on top. He grasped John's head and
forced their lips back together...this time John went right to it.

	The press of the boy's hardness against his belly caused Brian to
moan, such a hard young thing. He remembered what the thickness felt like
in his mouth, not a long cock but amazing in girth for one so young. The
shape had fascinated him too; it tapered from head to base, like a solid
cone of flesh.

	John was circumcised, and that gave his cock a look of power. But
the boy just lay there, unsure what to do or how to bring further pleasure
to his body. Brian ran his fingers down the boy's spine and grasped his
butt. John spread his legs as if expecting Brian to shove his way in
between them.

	But instead Brian pulled the boy upwards, allowing their cocks to
rub together...and that got him a moan. John arched his back, and Brian
found himself kissing the boy's chest, and then he tongued a nipple. The
result was immediate, it hardened in his mouth.  Slowly he nibbled down
John's chest as he pulled the boy upwards, his hands in firm control of
that hard muscular ass.

	John leaned forward and placed his hands on the headboard of the
bed, his back still arched, and Brian pulled the boy's cock right up into
his mouth. He heard the gasp as he tongued the head, swirling around it and
sucking on the tip. John reacted by bucking forward, trying to push further
into the moist heat of Brian's mouth.

	And Brian allowed John to press in, feeling the wedge fill his
mouth and throat until it could go no further, his nose was pressed into
John's pubic bush. And slowly the boy rocked back and forth, as if afraid
that this new feeling might suddenly end if he did something wrong.

	Brian didn't want the boy to orgasm like this; it would happen too
soon if he allowed John to continue much longer. So he slid his hands under
the boy and pushed John upwards yet again. That fat stubby cock slid out of
his mouth and Brian mouthed the boy's balls. Another moan, he was on the
right track.

	But it was time to progress and so he slowly slid out from beneath
the boy and turned over, pressing his face between John's ass
cheeks. Immediately John spread his legs and Brian saw the sheriff's
legacy. A dark looking bruise surrounded John's anal opening. The fucking
bastard...well, not anymore.

	Brian slid his tongue up the boy's crack and slowly licked the
darkened flesh. Surprisingly John pushed back...didn't it hurt? Brian
didn't want to engage that darkened skin; maybe a cock session in there
would be too much for the boy. But John pressed back still and Brian's
tongue found its mark. And in return he got a deep groan of satisfaction.

	John's anus opened, and spread wide before Brian's eyes. His tongue
burrowed deep and the boy finally spoke.

	"Fuck me...go on, fuck me," John said, and it sounded like he
really wanted it.

	Brian leaned forward as John assumed the position doggy style,
something he was used to. But that wasn't how it was gonna go; he needed to
give John something better. He pulled the boy down flat on the mattress and
rolled him over.

	"Aren't you gonna fuck me?" John asked.

	"Oh, I am so gonna do just that," Brian laughed, and he raised the
boy's legs.

	Damn. He'd forgotten the lube, but John looked more than ready to
take him on just the way he was. Brian pressed himself against John's anus
and stared down into the boy's eyes as he pushed foreword. It was like
driving into a hot wet tunnel as he filled John's gut with his cock.

	"Oh....ah....sweet," John groaned, and they commenced rocking the
mattress.

	He might not be all that tight, but John's ass was a wonderful
ride. Brian smiled down on the boy as he tossed and shuddered. John might
think that being raped was a turn on, but the passion he saw in those deep
brown eyes said this was the real deal.

	And Brian did his best to make sure John was the one who had the
best of it, the deepest sensations of pleasure. And he pushed and withdrew
for what seemed like forever before John started to buck. The boy was close
to the edge, the feelings overwhelming...and yet his cock hadn't been
manipulated in the least.

	It was one of those contact orgasms, Brian's cock and John's
prostate did all the work. And when John finally came with a gust busting
yell Brian felt like he had accomplished something.

	Yeah, no little spurts this time, just a great burst of semen that
splashed from John's chin down across his chest. He might be only fourteen
but that had been a man's orgasm, a mighty effort by such young
equipment. And Brian lay down on the boy as his own spurts filled John's
ass, inspired by what he had just seen...

	"Shit...Hey Brian...pay attention to the road," Jerry yelled.

	Damn, he'd been daydreaming, a dangerous game at seventy miles an
hour. Brian slowed down and crossed into the right lane. He had to snap out
of it so he took the next exit, somewhere just south of St. Augustine.

	"Sorry, Jerry...I just need a soda or something," Brian said,
pulling up to the first little convenience shop he could find. He turned
off the engine and sat back with a sigh.

	"You OK? I mean you were really out there," Jerry said.

	"Yeah...it's been a week, don't you agree?"

	"Yeah...stressful. But I am so glad ma made that decision, it means
everything," Jerry said.

	"Your mother is a fine lady," Brian said. "She didn't have to go
along with any of this..."

	Yes, Mrs. Tubbs had turned out to be a reasonable woman...even
after getting over the shock of Jerry's new hairstyle.

	"Lord have mercy, what have you gone and done boy?" She screamed,
slapping a hand to her forehead.

	"I cut it off, that's all," Jerry said. "I think it's cool."

	"And who's this?" She asked, giving Brian the eye.

	"Brian Stewart...pleased to meet you, Mrs. Tubbs."

	"Name doesn't tell me how you know my son, Mr. Stewart. The sheriff
has been lookin all over for you JJ, you better explain yourself and this
man."

	"He's a trucker and I...I hitched a ride with him after pa...after
pa beat me again." Jerry said.

	"He did what? That worthless...he doesn't beat you, you get
spanked," She said.

	"He beats me, ma...with his fist. He does it behind your back; he
doesn't want anyone to know."

	"You seen him today? He didn't come home last night...maybe he
won't ever come back. I've been praying that he just up and leaves." Now
she looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry Mr. Stewart; it's not polite to talk
about our family problems in front of strangers."

	"I met JJ last summer," Brian said. "My truck got stuck up at the
crossroads; your son very politely helped me out."

	She smiled. "Yeah, he's that kind of boy. JJ, take your bike down
to the office and see if you can find your pa."

	Jerry looked up at Brian and nodded. "He won't be comin back,
ma...he can't."

	They had discussed this moment and Brian couldn't see how telling
the woman would make things any better even if she deserved to know. But
Jerry had finally insisted, he claimed she would only laugh...and that's
exactly what happened.

	"What you mean...where is he?" She asked.

	"He's...he's dead, ma. Shot himself dead," Jerry said.

	Jerry's mother got this incredibly silly look on her face and she
laughed. Not hysterical laughter, but laughed as if it was the best joke
she'd ever heard.

	"Shot...shot himself?" She finally managed to ask.

	They'd been standing on the front porch the whole time and now she
looked up and down the street. "You two better come on in and explain all
this," She said.

	What amazed Brian was the fact that she didn't seem upset after
hearing her husband was dead; in fact there was little feeling in the way
she spoke. It was as if she'd expected the news to arrive on her doorstep
someday, although it was now her son that had to do the explaining.

	"Ma...well you're not gonna like hearing this, ma."

	"JJ, I've been waiting for someone to come through that door and
say he was dead ever since he got elected...I'm just sorry it had to be
you. What happened?"

	And Jerry told her, every stinking detail. Only a son could be that
open with his mother, and Brian sat watching her reaction. For whatever
conclusion she drew, he knew it would affect the relationship he had with
Jerry forever. And to his credit the boy cried there at the end, not for
his father but for the abuse he described...the way his father was so cruel
to John.

	That her husband had raped a boy only made the woman mad, Brian
could see it in her eyes. And when Jerry was done she looked grim
indeed. "He ain't comin back, ma."

	"Expect not, I'd shoot him myself if he did. Oh Lord, what a
mess. You knew all about this, Mr. Stewart?"

	"Yes...Brian, please."

	"Olivia...don't know what last name I'll use now, certainly don't
want to use that bastard's name." She looked with concern at Jerry and
reached out for him. Brian felt a pang deep inside as the boy fell into his
mother's arms.

	"I knew this day would come, JJ. I just didn't want to see you get
hurt by him, and now you have."

	"I want to go live with Brian," Jerry said.

	"You do? And why would he put up with....oh."

	Her eyes searched Brian's face and he gazed back at her, wondering
at what point she had come to understand his feelings about Jerry. But he
knew she did and the sigh she gave said it all.

	"I've known for some time," she said, stroking Jerry's bald head as
his face lay against her shoulder. "It's something only a mother could
understand...he's very special to me, Brian. I married too young, barely
sixteen when I met that damn fool. But he was my way out and I discovered
my mistake too late...and then JJ came along."

	She kissed the boy's cheek, and pulled his head up so she could
look at his face. "He's got my father's eyes; I could never find it in me
to disappoint him...so I stayed in a bad marriage. But I knew he was
special, as I guess you've discovered as well."

	She smiled. "Do you love him, Brian?"

	"I...I love everything about him, Olivia...he's my sunshine every
morning."

	She smiled then swatted Jerry's butt and he stood up. "Be right
back," she said.

	And she came back with a shoebox tucked under her arm and a photo
album in her hands. She lay the box down and handed Jerry the
album. "That's for you, JJ...it's all about you."

	The boy opened the cover and I saw photos of Jerry as a baby. The
pages turned and he grew up in pictures, his face filling out and his body
taking shape. But I noticed something, the sheriff wasn't in a single
photo, it was as if he didn't exist.

	"I want you to have that, JJ. If you're going to leave me then I
need to make sure we have the same memories," She said.

	"I can't take your book, ma."

	"It's yours; I made it for you...thought maybe you'd like to have
it. And someday when you get the chance you can make your own book." She
opened the shoebox and revealed dozens of photos. "This is your family;
never forget where you came from...and don't worry, he isn't in there."

	Brian smiled up at her. "You know this will need to become
official, I have to get him in school and..."

	"Everything is in that box...vaccination records, birth
certificate, everything you might need. You leave me your address and when
I get to Atlanta I'll find me a lawyer to make it official. JJ will be
sixteen next month; boy ought to be able to decide for himself where he
wants to live at that age."

	"I'll make sure you have a means to contact us whenever you want. I
truck through Atlanta all the time, we'll come see you," Brian said.

	"You do that," she said. "I suppose we better think about packin up
some of your things, JJ. I suppose Brian is anxious to get you home...been
a hell of a day for all of us. Oh, one thing...I better call the state
police and call off that alert, they've been looking for you all over the
place."

	"Yeah, we know," Brian said. "Sorry about the haircut."

	She laughed. "So that's what that was all about, I almost didn't
recognize you myself."

	"Brian? You think ma is OK?"

	There, Brian had been drifting off again. Damn, well didn't get
much sleep last night...

	"We just left there, sweetie, not three hours ago...but you can
call her if you want."

	"No, I mean, she has all that responsibility now. Sell the house,
close out the bank and move...it's a lot of work I guess," Jerry said.

	"I told her I'd bring the truck up and we could help her move,
she'll call us when the time comes," Brian replied.

	"I'm sorry I had to tell her like that, but she had to know," Jerry
said.

	"I agree. Sorry we even had to bring up John's name, he's part of
your family too, and that must have hurt her."

	"Yeah, ma says he's a third cousin and I'm not even sure what that
means," Jerry said.

	"Means you might have some Cherokee blood in you somewhere, not
sure about the relationship," Brian said.

	"So I fucked my cousin last night, that sounds weird," Jerry
laughed.

	"Everybody got fucked last night...it was awesome," Brian said.

	"I think John joined the club last night."

	"What club?"

	"Boys that love Brian club, I saw the way he looked at you," Jerry
said.

	"Im sorry...."Brian began.

	"No...It's OK. I mean he and Walt can love you all they want, but I
got you for real."

	"Yes you do, sweetie...you really do."

	Jerry looked across the seat and smiled. "You know what we're gonna
do when we get home, don't you?"

	Brian sighed. "If I have the strength...yeah I do."

	"We'll make it work," Jerry laughed. "Hey, did you mean it when you
told Walt and John they could come down for a visit over Christmas break?"

	"Absolutely, they'll love the beach."

	"Good, they can have the beach, I wanna love you."

	Brian started the car and looked over at Jerry. "Come on,
sweetie...we have some unpacking to do and I'm sure Roby has dinner plans."

	"Yeah, no telling what she'll cook up this time. Her roast was
really good."

	"So you don't like my cooking, huh?"

	"Never said that, but she's got that special touch."

	"Oh, after you two smoke up anything would taste good."

	"Well, she offers it to me."

	"Suppose you'd find some anyways."

	"Yeah, maybe John could send us some."

	"Oh great, drugs in the mail, that's a smart move...not."

	"Maybe that kid she buys from wants some good Georgia weed."

	"Who ever said it was good?"

	"John does."

	"He didn't even know how to give a blow job until last night."

	"Yeah, he's pretty good at that now."

	"So I have a fan club now, that's cool."

	"Don't let it go to your head...either of them."

	"We'll find out at Christmas I suppose."

	And maybe we will...



My thanks to the readers who pushed me this far. From the response to this
story it seems that the characters came alive for many of you, and that
tells me I did my best. A character is but a name on the page until the
reader has feelings for them and sees them in the mind's eye.

As you see here I cannot close the door entirely, but I make no promises,
other things place demands upon me, other stories languish as I finish this
one. Thank you all for believing in me, it's the only payment I will ever
accept.  CJ