Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2013 15:21:06 -0400
From: kyle garter <livinglife19@hotmail.com>
Subject: Witness Protection -- Chapter 4

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Witness Protection – Chapter 4


Jeremy was sleeping soundly in one of the double beds; exhaustion overtook
him after the craziness of the past 24 hours.  I couldn't believe that I
had known these boys for only a day, and yet I already felt so connected
and protective of them.

It was a dreadfully long ten minutes that I waited before entering the
bathroom.  Kyle was laid back in the tub with his eyes closed.  His toned,
young body stretched out in the tub, and I took every inch of it in as I
quietly entered the room.  His hairless trunk and midsection were very
appealing to me, and his small penis lay atop a set of balls that were
definitely bigger than Jeremy's.  Even in the warm water, I could tell that
his balls had not started the downward journey that indicated the imminent
onset of puberty.  But, it was only a matter of time.

"Hey," I whispered, "are you going to stay in there all night because I was
hoping to get a shower?"  Kyle opened his drowsy eyes and smiled.  "Can we
shower together?" Kyle asked.  I asked him why he would want to do that,
and he said that I could wash his hair easier that way.  Kyle's logic made
no sense to me, but the idea sure excited me.  "I'm not sure that would be
the best idea," I said.

Kyle was adamant and said, "come on, it will be our secret".  Isn't that
the same language I used with his brother awhile earlier?  "Why would you
want me to shower with you?" I asked.  He just smiled and said that he
thought it would be neat to see me naked too.  I smiled back and pulled the
plug to start draining the tub.  "Does this mean we can?" asked Kyle.  "As
long as it's our secret, I guess it will be okay," I responded.

Kyle watched with increased interest as I leaned over to lower my boxer
briefs.  When I stood back up, there was some blood in my cock, but it
wasn't fully erect.  He stared right at it but didn't say a word.  I got in
the back of the tub and pulled the curtain shut.  Kyle leaned over to turn
the knobs and adjust the water, and I got my first view of his tiny, pink
hole.  Although I had never thought of fucking a boy before, all of my
thoughts immediately raced to that scenario in my mind.

How tight would that be?  How much would it hurt him?  Would there be any
pleasure in it for him?  How much of my shaft would fit up in there?
Again, how tight would that feel?  I felt dirty for thinking all those
thoughts but at the same time I was rock hard.  These close quarters with
these boys were either going to make me or break me.

Kyle got the shower on and kept facing forward.  My pride would be intact
awhile longer as I willed my cock to deflate some.  After Kyle wet his
hair, he handed me the shampoo.  I told him to close his eyes, then reached
out and lathered up his hair.  Something about the act seemed overly
sensual to me, and I leaned my hips back to avoid any contact between my
hard penis and his lower back.  The lathering continued as Kyle said, "I
love you washing my hair for me."  I thought those were overly strong words
for such a simple act.  But, I smiled when he said it.

After he rinsed his hair off, he turned around and spied my erection.  He
looked up and had the cutest grin on his face as he said, "I guess you
loved washing my hair too."  I smiled and told him he needed to move along
to bed so I could shower.  He had a smug grin on his face as he got out of
the shower, brushed his teeth, and went to bed.

Following his departure, I was able to get cleaned up.  I considered a
quick jack-off session in the shower, but I was anxious to get to bed.  I
brushed my teeth and thought about tomorrow's plan.  I turned out the
lights and headed to my bed, which was nearer to the bathroom as well as
the door leading out of the room.  I was naked as I planned to be up before
the boys.

Sliding into the sheets, I was startled to hit boy flesh on the far side of
the bed.  I didn't know which boy it was, why he was in my bed, or if he
was awake.  All three questions were answered when Kyle leaned over and
whispered in my ear, "I didn't want to wake Jeremy."  I responded, "Okay,
go to sleep because we have a big day in front of us tomorrow."  Lying
there, I realized I was naked and wondered if Kyle was as well.  I figured
it was his idea to sleep in my bed, so it was no big deal either way.  I
drifted off after a long day.

Two giggling, drunken girls in the hallway woke me.  I looked at the clock
– 2:33 am.  I was spooning Kyle, and my arm was wrapped tightly around
his tiny waist.  Lowering my hand slightly to his completely hairless pubic
bone area revealed that he was nude as well.  My penis was hard and wedged
between his two warm ass cheeks.  I had slept like this with Heather
before, but this felt so much more perfect.  His blond mop of hair rested
against my chest, and I took in the clean smell of it.  His heavy breathing
let me know that the hallway noise had not disturbed his sleep.

I realized I was not going to be able to get back to sleep in that
position, yet I didn't want to pull apart from his warmth, soft skin, and
overall perfectness.  I casually lowered my hand until I reached nirvana.
His two-inch penis was circumcised and pliable in my hand.  With the
attention from my fingers, it quickly grew into a very respectable little
three-and-a-half inch spike of boyhood.  I only fondled him a few minutes,
and then knew I had better stop.  I could feel the slime of my pre-cum
along his butt cheeks, and my mind again wondered to thoughts of entering
that sacred boy hole.  I drifted back to sleep with loving thoughts and the
loving warmth of a boy in my arms.

My internal clock woke me again at two minutes until 6:00 am.  This time
Kyle was facing me and our arms were wrapped around each other.  I wasn't
sure if he was cold, affectionate, or just a restless sleeper.  After
pulling out of our embrace, I shook him awake and whispered that I had to
go downstairs.  I told him that he and Jeremy were to stay in bed and not
leave the room.  He shook his head yes, and I slipped out of the bed and
quietly got dressed.

I grabbed some breakfast at the buffet and sat down with a nice retired
couple.  Bob & Ellen Dunsing were headed back to Oklahoma after a tour of
Mount Rushmore and South Dakota's Badlands.  They were a sweet couple and
filled me in on their adventures as I finished off my oatmeal and fresh
fruit.  I grabbed some packets of Pop Tarts, bananas, and cereal bars for
the boys before heading back up to the room.

It was 7:10 as I awoke the sleeping angels for breakfast.  Jeremy did not
question where Kyle had slept, and Kyle had gotten his white briefs on
before Jeremy awoke.  Both boys ate, brushed their teeth, and gathered
their things up.

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The black Hummer with the four Columbian gunmen pulled into the Mission,
South Dakota Quality Inn parking lot at 9:18 am.  The men were tired from
driving all night, but the adrenaline coursed through their bodies at the
prospect of a kill.  They spotted the Jeep in the back parking lot.  One of
the gunmen got out to confirm the license plate number and gave a thumbs-up
as he returned to the Hummer.  They had hunted down their targets, and the
kill was imminent.

The driver remained in the Hummer with a clear view of the Jeep.  The
Hummer could easily block the Jeep in if an escape was attempted.  The
other three gunmen concealed their weapons and fanned out into the small
hotel and casino.  Walkie talkies were used for communication.  A killing
in this remote location would be easy, and the escape would be clean.

The Columbians did not know that the targets were already 80 miles away.
Jack and the boys were sitting in the back of Bob and Ellen Dunsing's
minivan as it traveled south on Route 7 south of Ainsworth, Nebraska.

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To be continued