Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2013 17:42:53 -0400
From: kyle garter <livinglife19@hotmail.com>
Subject: Witness Protection -- Chapter 5

To be continued
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Witness Protection – Chapter 5

I hated to leave the Jeep behind, but I knew with the GPS tracking system,
that the vehicle could be tracked.  Running into the Bob and Ellen had been
a bit lucky.  My plan certainly involved leaving the hotel with someone
else, and the retired couple had been just the type of people I was looking
to meet.  After I told them about our car problems and getting stranded,
Bob and Ellen were more than happy to give us a ride.  An added bonus was
that we looked like a typical family of grandparents, a parent, and two
boys leaving the hotel.  To outsiders, we would be just another set of
boring guests that no one would notice.

In my mind, I had established potential contacts going either north or
south.  If necessary, I would have taken a ride east or west.  That would
have required recalculating possible scenarios after the ride.  Luckily,
Bob and Ellen were sweet enough to offer us a ride south to Kansas.  Thus,
our destination would be the very small farming community of Riley.

Once there, we would find my former assistant water polo coach, Roger
"Skeet" Burns.  I had never been to Skeet's place, nor had I even spoken to
him since I graduated college.  But, I did send him a Christmas card every
year, so I remembered the he lived in Riley.  I figured Riley would be a
small enough town that I could find Skeet.

Skeet had moved back to Riley after I graduated college.  He had gone back
to care for his ailing father who had eventually passed away.  As of the
last Christmas card update, Skeet was still in Riley and helping out with a
few club sports at nearby Kansas State University.  I knew Skeet would be
surprised to see me at his door, but I also knew that he was aware of my
line of work.  Most importantly, he was a trusted friend, former coach, and
mentor.  I didn't think anyone would think of the connection between us as
he was much more of an acquaintance than a friend.  I was focused on
keeping the boys safe, so I couldn't turn to friends or relatives at this
critical time.

The drive through Nebraska and northern Kansas was uneventful.  No one was
following us and few cars were on the roads.  I felt like we were really
getting lost and untraceable.  It was a sunny but cool day, and Bob and
Ellen did most of the talking.  When required, I answered with some
relatively believable lies.  The boys stayed mostly quiet.  When they did
speak, they played the part of my two young sons splendidly. Sitting
between them, I looked very much like the proud father that I was
pretending to be.

Despite objections, I treated Bob and Ellen to lunch at a Subway in Hebron,
Nebraska.  They insisted on rerouting their trip to take us all the way
into Riley.  I told them how very thankful we were, and got their contact
information when they dropped us off at the Short Stop gas station on the
northern edge of town.  Thankfully, Bob and Ellen wanted to get further in
daylight, so they left us in the parking lot.

We headed inside the Short Stop, where I saw an old-timer buying some beer.
I asked him if he knew Skeet, and he did.  The guy offered us a ride to
Skeet's place as it was on his way home.  How I love the friendliness of
Midwesterners.  It was 4:20 pm when he dropped us at Skeet's farm.  We
walked from the gravel road, and Skeet came out onto the wrap-around porch
to greet us.  His blank expression turned into a big smile when he heard me
call his name and identify myself.

When we got to the porch, he gave me a big hug and then turned to size up
the boys.  I introduced him to the boys, and we went inside the farmhouse.
I told the boys they could go out and look around the farm but to stay
nearby.  Then, I filled Skeet in on our ordeal and asked if we could stay
awhile.  I told Skeet that I didn't want to put him in any danger.  As
expected, Skeet insisted that we stay as long as needed.

We called the boys in and Skeet showed us to our rooms.  The house was a
classic older farmhouse with the master bedroom on the first floor and
three bedrooms on the second floor.  Skeet had turned one of the upstairs
bedrooms into an office, and he was using the downstairs master bedroom.
That left a room for me upstairs and another for the boys to share.  There
was a bathroom between our two bedrooms.

Following dinner the boys watched some television while Skeet and I caught
up on the past six years.  Skeet had left the west coast to return to his
hometown and care for his ailing father.  Following his father's death,
Skeet had stayed on to take care of arrangements and became involved with
the swimming activities at Kansas State.  He said it was a quieter and
simpler life, and that he enjoyed being out of the "rat race" out west.

Skeet had never married.  He said he had been too married to his job out
west, and now he thought he was too old to marry.  I laughed at that.
Skeet was 48 years old, and he was an attractive man.  Skeet had more than
a few coeds after him during my undergraduate days.  At 6 foot tall, Skeet
was slightly shorter than me.  He had brown eyes and brown hair that was
salted with gray at the temples.  Due to his swimming, he was in good shape
with just the slightest bit of a belly on him.  Yes, he was attractive, and
certainly attractive enough to land a wife if he had wanted one.

I got the boys into bed and returned to finish my chat with Skeet.  We had
a couple of beers as I shared more details of the past forty-eight hours.
Like me, Skeet was concerned about the boys' mental state, but commented
that they seemed to be handling all of the upheaval very maturely.  I
agreed, and we both came to the conclusion that any life was better than
the life they had known before their mother's murder.  I realized that I
had a slight buzz and that I was completely relaxed for the first time in
two days.  Thanking Skeet yet again, I retired upstairs.

A deeply profound sleep overtook me.  I was not even aware that Jeremy had
climbed into bed with me until he shook me awake.  The clock read 1:18 am,
and I had only been asleep for two hours.  I asked, "What's the matter
buddy?"  Jeremy responded that he was scared and wanted to sleep with me.
I told him sure.  I had just closed my eyes when he whispered, "can you
make some cum again?"  Opening my eyes, I smiled and told him sure.  I got
up and locked the bedroom door leading to the hallway, and then closed and
locked the door to the bathroom.  I turned on the bedside lamp.

I was completely hard by the time I pulled back the covers and got back
into bed.  The small boy pole tented the circular spider emblem on the
front of his Spiderman underwear.  I told Jeremy, "I like your spider."  He
giggled softly and told me, "But spiders bite."  I replied, "Not if I bite
him first" as I playfully leaned over and gave a soft nibble through the
fabric.  He had a quizzical look on his face as he took in what I had just
done.

We were both still in our underwear as I pulled him atop me, face to face.
Jeremy was looking into my eyes as I caressed the back of his Spiderman
briefs – today's pair was white trimmed in black.  His small butt felt
perfect in my hand and the head of my penis had escaped from the top of my
boxer briefs as his small body rubbed against mine.  I could feel the
pre-cum getting things sticky between us.  God, I was so turned on.

Leaning up, I gave Jeremy a small kiss.  He smiled, so I gave him another,
and then one more.  On the fourth kiss, I worked my tongue into his mouth,
and explored the hot orifice.  He caught on quickly, and we were soon
exploring each others' mouths while grinding.  It was nice to not be rushed
as I explored one of my newly created fantasies.

On the long drives of the past two days, I had contemplated what it would
be like to kiss the boys.  I had wondered what it would like to suck their
dicks.  I had never sucked a dick in my life, nor had I considered it.  But
now, I had an overwhelming desire to try it with these two perfect boys.
Of course I knew how it felt to be on the receiving end of a blowjob, but I
wondered if it would feel different from one of the boys.  I knew that I
wanted to find out.  Then there were the anal fantasies that had surfaced
when I first saw Kyle's sweet hole.  I had never done anal with Heather or
any of my previous girlfriends, but thoughts of Kyle's hole brought out
those longings and desires.

I reminded Jeremy that this had to remain our secret, and he confirmed that
it would be.  Running my hands up and down his backside, I felt the velvety
smooth skin.  On one of my downward motions, I got both hands inside the
black-trimmed briefs and squeezed the small, tight buttocks.  While
continuing with deep kisses, I extended my fingers into Jeremy's crack.
Knowing that my fingertips were nearing his tight boy hole was driving me
crazy.  Pre-cum continued to ooze from my cock while I explored more of his
luscious body.  While still kissing, I slid his briefs downward and my boy
was now nude.  Raising my butt up, I lifted both of us in the air as I
lowered my boxer briefs.  I was able to kick them off while maintaining
full body contact with Jeremy.  The gooiness between us was becoming
noticeable.

Rolling to the side, I got Jeremy on his back without ever breaking our
kiss.  Finally, I removed my lips from his and started kissing his neck.
My lips savored the incredible softness of the skin.  Moving lower, I
started licking and sucking on the tiny nipples.  The nipples were so
different from Heather's nipples – small little spikes that responded to
the lapping of my tongue.  The areolas could not have been bigger than a
dime each, and the darkness of those contrasted to his otherwise alabaster
skin.

I was now at a crossroads.  Moving lower on Jeremy's body would entail
acting out fantasies I had never even considered before my trip a few days
earlier.  What if it was one of those fantasies that were better kept a
fantasy?  What if Jeremy's penis inside my mouth totally grossed me out?
Would he suffer if I recoiled at the taste?  "It was now or never," I
thought as I finished up my oral assault on his pair of perfect bb-sized
nipples.

Lowering my head slightly, I bypassed Jeremy's ribs so as to not elicit any
giggles.  As I got to his upper stomach, I encountered my own pre-cum, and
I had licked it before I realized it was there.  I'm not one of those guys
that had ever experimented with tasting my own pre-cum or spunk; I left
that to the ladies and most of them were spitters.  Heather wasn't into
giving blowjobs, and she had stopped giving them to me after we started
having intercourse.  Surprisingly, my own pre-cum had a very sweet flavor
to it.  Damn, if spunk tasted that good, I was not opposed to trying it
either.

Moving downward further, I licked and kissed every inch of his stomach.  I
was enthralled with his slim waist and his little bellybutton.  I could
very nearly wrap my two hands around his little waist, and his shallow
bellybutton begged for attention.  During all of this oral exploration,
Jeremy was relatively still and quiet.  When I would look up to his face,
he would have his eyes tightly closed.  I'm not sure if he knew where this
was ultimately heading, but I hoped my playful "bite" of his underwear's
spider emblem earlier had prepared him.

Licking the hairless pubic bone got me closer to my ultimate goal.
Stopping, I looked up at his face.  After a few seconds passed, he opened
his eyes and looked down at me.  I wanted him to see me do it.  I wanted to
see his reaction.  Keeping my eyes upward, I lowered my mouth and for the
first time in my life, I tasted a penis.  Like every other part of his
body, it tasted like perfection.  It was the perfect combination of boy
skin and sweetness all rolled into a delightfully perfect little two inch
package.  This was even better than my fantasy.

The view of his face did not disappoint me.  Although he knew where this
was all heading, he still had a look of surprise as I lowered my open mouth
to take him inside.  That look was quickly replaced by a look of immense
pleasure as my tongue started exploring.

For a novice, I think I did quite well.  I was enjoying the oral sex as
much as Jeremy was enjoying it.  I went from an up and down motion on the
shaft to more of a sucking motion.  I put my mouth over both his cock and
balls simultaneously.  I used the tip of my tongue to explore under his
tiny hood of foreskin.  Every aspect of this oral act was fantastic.  I
wondered how I could ever pull myself away from this incredibly perfect
morsel of deliciousness.

As for my dick, it was on fire.  I had to stop humping the bed as I sucked
because I was afraid I would cum.  As I focused more on pleasing Jeremy, he
surprised me by having a dry cum.  I was using a sucking motion while
simultaneously rubbing my tongue just below his little penis head when he
started shaking rather noticeably.  I nearly stopped to make sure he was
okay, but a low moan escaping his lips let me knew that he was fine.

He had closed his eyes for his dry orgasm, but he opened them afterwards
and smiled at me.  Jeremy asked, "What happened?"  I told him he had cum
like I did in the hotel bathroom, but that he was too young to make juice
yet.  He liked that he was able to do that.  In his eyes, he was more like
me.

I had planned to just jerk off while sucking him.  I was enjoying this
immensely, and I would certainly shoot if I paid any attention to my own
cock.  I had started to savor him all over again after his dry orgasm when
he asked me to kiss him again.  I climbed and kissed him making sure to
keep most of my weight off of his small body.  God, I was so in lust around
this kid and his brother.  I wanted to do this every minute of the day.

He asked me to lie on my back while we kissed and I did.  I pulled him atop
me and we had a wonderful make-out session while my hard cock oozed
pre-cum.  Then, imitating me, he began to kiss down my body.  He did it
more quickly than I had, and quickly approached my throbbing boner.  I
asked him what he was doing, and he replied, "I want to try it too.  Is
that okay?"  I said, "Sure, try it if you want to Jeremy.  Do whatever you
want."

He lowered his mouth to the tip of my penis.  And then, just as I had done,
Jeremy looked upwards as he got his first taste of cock.  Just seeing my
cock head enter that sweet little mouth nearly made me shoot.  Jeremy was
just so darn cute!  He pulled off and said, "the pre-cum is sweet.  I like
it."  I told him that was great and that I liked him tasting it.  Jeremy
attempted to take a little more, but his teeth were hurting me a bit.  I
told him to watch his teeth.  His next attempt was much better and he got a
tiny bit of the shaft into his mouth along with the cock head.

Jeremy started licking my cock head much more and I realized he was really
enjoying the pre-cum.  I knew I was making plenty because I always make
tons when I am turned on.  And, I had never been so tuned on in all of my
life.

I was holding off on cumming as much as possible because I was so enjoying
this.  But I realized I was quickly getting close.  In a hushed voice, I
told Jeremy I was getting close to cumming.  I told him he could either
taste it like he was doing with my pre-cum or that he could stop sucking.
Jeremy diligently continued, so I figured he wanted to taste my cum.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Spiderman briefs.  I picked up the
briefs, inhaled the boy scent, and started to unload in the small mouth
that was giving me such pleasure.  Jeremy was not able to take my entire
load.  Cum was dribbling out of his nose and out of the sides of his mouth
as he tried to drink as much as possible.  That sight made the whole scene
even hotter to me.

He finished getting what he could and I pulled him up into an embrace.  I
gave him a big kiss and tasted my cum on his lips and in his mouth.  The
combination of his kiss and my seed mixed together into an intoxicating
blend that ensured my dick didn't go down for several more minutes.

We were both exhausted.  The clock read 3:11 am, and I realized we had been
playing around for nearly two hours.  We got our underwear back on, and I
unlocked both doors before heading back to bed.  Jeremy was already fading
as I leaned over to give him one more kiss.

I thought to myself that I would stay in bed with him forever if I could.
I drifted off quickly and to dream about what had just happened.

To be continued.