Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2013 16:07:20 -0500
From: kyle garter <livinglife19@hotmail.com>
Subject: Witness Protection -- Chapter 2

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Witness Protection - Chapter 2


The bedside clock read 6:22 am when I was awoken by muffled crying.
Feeling minimally refreshed, I edged down the hall to check the boys.  I
entered Jeremy's room and found him face down and crying into his pillow.
Sitting on the side of the bed, I reached over to rub his back while
comforting him.  There were no words to say; the boy's world had been
turned upside down in less than 24 hours.  A comforting touch to show that
I cared was enough at that point.

The lighting from the hall provided an adequate view of the room.  I had
cranked up the heat before bedtime, and Jeremy had tossed back his cover
and sheet.  His nearly naked body was warm to the touch.  As I continued to
rub his back, I made a mental note of how incredibly soft his skin was.  It
reminded me of Heather's skin...soft, smooth, perfect.

I looked down so see a stretched out image of Spiderman arching across
Jeremy's butt and I smiled.  Clad in red and blue, Spiderman was kicking
towards me.  He stood out from the white background of the briefs, while
red bands encircled Jeremy's waist and legs.

As I continued to rub his back, Jeremy's crying subsided.  When the crying
finally stopped, I got up to leave.  Jeremy rolled to his side and said,
"Don't go, Jack."  I turned around and sat back down on the side of the bed
again.  Jeremy asked if I would lie with him until he fell back asleep.  I
stretched out beside him as he rolled on his back.  He closed his eyes and
I looked down the length of his stretched out body.  My eyes stopped on the
little figure of a spider in the center of his briefs, it was raised a
little from the small boy parts underneath.

I felt the blood starting to flow to my own penis as I looked.  What was
going on with me?  Was I actually getting turned on by this?  My head told
me no, that I was just horny.  It had been several days, and I needed a
release.  Yet, I wasn't looking away from Jeremy's body.  As my own penis
expanded to its full length, I repositioned it downward in my boxer briefs
in case Jeremy opened his eyes.

I looked at Jeremy's legs stretching downward from the red bands of the
briefs.  The feet were now hidden under the sheet, but as my gaze came back
upwards, I again focused on the spider emblem and what was hidden
underneath.  What was the development stage of a boy his age?  I wondered
what he looked like without that Spiderman underwear on.

Looking up, I noted the small, hairless waist with the tiny belly button.
He was a very fit kid.  I noted the small hands, the arms, and the firm
chest.  Jeremy's two nipples looked like little brown points on an
otherwise overly white chest.  His breathing was deeper now, and I wondered
if he was asleep yet.  Looking at his face and blond hair, I thought about
how incredibly cute this kid was.  He would definitely break hearts one day
if he could leave the hell of his past behind.

Almost sensing my unspoken need, Jeremy reached out, took my hand, and
placed it on his stomach.  "Hold me until I fall asleep," he said in a near
whisper.  It was in my head at that exact moment that I admitted to myself
that I was in fact turned on by this very situation.  Something about this
kid had my heart racing and my sexual appetite in overdrive.

Leaving my hand absolutely still, I focused on his breathing.  When I was
sure he had gone back to sleep, I was thinking about getting up and going
back to my room.  But something kept me there...something
strong...something intense.  Reaching lower, I placed my hand atop the
small spider emblem and felt the small penis underneath.  I didn't really
feel it up in case he awoke, but I could get a general sense of its size
and shape.  Lust was filling my mind, and I realized that I needed to exit
before things went too far.

Returning to my room, I checked my cell to find a text from my boss.  The
message instructed me to call him on his wife's cell, which was unusual.

I quickly called, and Joe broke the bad news to me. "Listen Jack, you gotta
go off the grid immediately.  The boys' dad was messed up with Columbian
cocaine dealers -- that is why we got called in for protection in this
case.  The boys may be able to identify some of the bigger kingpins in
addition to their dad.  The Columbians got to one of the pilots and found
out you got dropped in Laramie.  They held one of the pilot's wives at
gunpoint, and he had to give up your location.  They let her go, but both
the pilot and his wife are a mess."

"Shit Joe.  Shit, shit, shit.  It was snowing some last night, but I think
we will be able to get out," I replied.

Joe countered, "Jack, you gotta go now.  I can't know where you are and you
can't contact anyone at the agency.  We can't put you or the boys at risk.
You need to call me back from a pay phone on May 11th at 8 a.m. my time.
Call my wife's number.  I don't care where you go or what you do, but you
can't leave a trace.  You gotta use your stash money.  No cell phone --
turn it off and keep it off so you can't be tracked.  No credit cards.
Switch the tags on your car.  Get out of there."

My mind was racing.  "May 11th?  That is a month Joe, a fucking month.  I
need to be off the grid and out of contact for a month!  Jesus."

Joe replied, "It's your job Jack.  You'll do it and do it well.  There are
two more things.  First, you can't talk to Heather or any close friends or
family.  The Columbians will be waiting for you to screw up so they can
find you.  They make billions on the drug trade, and they will do
everything in their power to find you and kill those boys.  I'll tell
Heather what is going on and that this time of non-communication is
necessary to keep you both safe."

I was numb, but my mind was already racing ahead when Joe added, "ditch the
kids' clothes and get them new things.  Don't even take their clothes with
you.  Wrap them in blankets and get them new things in another town.  Go
now Jack.  I'll talk to you on May 11th."  The line went dead.

As instructed, I turned off my cell phone.  I gathered myself as best I
could, and then I gathered my things.  I opened my stash cash envelope, and
looked at the $2,000 inside.  "Not a lot for a month," I thought.  I
grabbed my things and went downstairs, started the car, and cranked the
heat.  I threw my bag in the cargo area of the 4X4 Jeep Cherokee.  I
thought back and realized that the pilots did not see my vehicle, which now
seemed like a blessing.  Maybe that bought me a little time on the tags.

All was calm, and the fresh, thin coating of snow revealed that everything
around the ranch was undisturbed.  We would be able to drive out.  I packed
a little snow over several of the numbers on the license plate; that would
have to do until I could exchange plates or vehicles.

Running upstairs, I entered Kyle's room and gathered him up in his blanket.
I left his clothes where they had been removed the night before.  Next, I
ran into Jeremy's room, grabbed his sleeping body, wrapped it in his
blanket, and gathered him in my other arm.  Neither boy stirred as I took
them downstairs.

The quick run to the car did wake Kyle a bit, but he was back out again as
I buckled him in the front seat.  I reclined his seat, and situated his
blanket around him.  I put Jeremy across the backseat, wrapped his blanket
securely, and buckled him as best I could.

Getting to the interstate, I headed east towards Cheyenne.  I knew that
I-80 intersected with I-25 there.  That would give me more options than
just a straight drive either east or west.  My plan was to head south
towards warmer weather at Cheyenne.  As I approached, I thought that would
be the logical choice, and that I couldn't think logically or the
Columbians would find us.

I headed north and east, and I got off of the major interstates.  Kyle
awoke just outside of Scottsbluff, Nebraska.  He was groggy and asked what
we were doing.  I told him that we had to move to another location to keep
away from the bad guys.  He asked, "Paco and T-Lenz?"  I told him I wasn't
sure, but made a mental note that he may know enough to be in danger.

He said he had to pee and wanted to get dressed.  I told him that I would
stop at a gas station and get a bottle for him to pee in.  I told him his
clothes were left behind, but that we would get him new ones soon.  He was
very easy going about things; it was if he had resigned himself to a life
on the run for the foreseeable future.

I stopped at an EZ Shop and parked off to the side in private.  I ran in
quickly for some bottled water, Cokes, snacks, a map, and a few napkins.  I
checked every car around me; paranoia was setting in.  Back in the car, I
chugged one bottle of water and handed the empty bottle to Kyle.  I told
him to stay low, roll to his side and line up his piss hole with the bottle
opening.

Jeremy was still asleep when Kyle shucked his briefs down to his ankles,
rolled towards me, and pissed into the bottle filling it two-thirds of the
way up.  His flaccid penis was about two inches long and circumcised.  He
was hairless, but his balls looked like they were starting to drop, or
maybe it was just the heat from the blanket.  He had no trouble getting the
pee in the bottle.  I gave him a napkin to wipe up the leftover dribbles.
I got out and tossed the napkin and pee bottle before hitting the road
again.  Kyle was all wrapped in his blanket when I returned.

I headed in a crisscross pattern going north and east.  Kyle sipped a Coke
and had a snack.  It was difficult for him to drink lying down, but I
insisted on it awhile longer.  He drifted back off to sleep within twenty
minutes.

My mind was focused on coming up with a plan, but the image of Kyle's penis
kept interrupting my thought process.  Something about these boys was
getting to me sexually, and it caught me off-guard while exciting me at the
same time.  I didn't understand it, but I didn't try to understand it at
that point.  Our safety was my primary concern.

It was almost 12:30 as we approached Chadron, Nebraska.  We were in the
middle of nowhere.  I was sure we were not being followed.  I pulled into a
Wal-Mart parking lot, pulled around to the side of the building, and woke
the boys.  I told them I would be inside for 15 minutes and that they were
to stay in the car completely covered up.  I got their sizes and made a mad
dash.

Getting back to the car, I was relieved to see they had followed my orders
and that they were safe.  I gave them each a bag with jeans, shirts, a
jacket, tennis shoes, caps, sunglasses, and underwear - briefs for Kyle and
a five-pack of Spiderman undies for Jeremy.  I told them they could dress
and sit up if they wore the caps and sunglasses.

Kyle opened his blanket and started to get dressed.  He had remained naked
underneath and he got dressed slowly.  He obviously had no issues with
being naked in front of me.  I turned around to check on Jeremy just as he
was wiggling off his dirty underwear.  I saw that his penis was little more
than an inch long and surprisingly uncircumcised.  I wondered why one
brother would be cut and the other not.  Jeremy smiled at me when he saw me
checking him out, and then he thanked me for the clothes.

Following a quick bathroom stop and a to-go bag of food from an Arby's we
drove east to Valentine, Nebraska.  The land was stark and there were few
houses or cars on the road.  Heading north from Valentine, we passed into
South Dakota shortly after 3:00 pm.  My adrenaline rush was fading and my
lack of sleep was catching up with me.  I saw a Quality Inn with a casino
attached when we got to Mission, South Dakota.

I was tired and figured we were in a remote spot.  The Indian casino would
potentially provide lots of car traffic so our car would not stand out.  I
backed the car in out back - the plate was not visible to those that drove
by.  I got a room in the back of the hotel, slipped the boys in the back
entrance, and we were settled by 4:00 pm.  I paid cash for one night.  We
were down to $1,788.  I had to come up with a plan before the money was
gone.  Lying on the bed, I started thinking of a plan as the boys watched
television.  They were being such good kids considering all they had been
through.  Before long, the need for sleep overtook me.

To be continued.