Date: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 15:14:27 -0400
From: RANDY WIGGINS <rwig@hotmail.com>
Subject: COMIC BOOK KID CH 17 - GAY/HIGH SCHOOL

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CHAPTER 17

(1)

"Damned fool!"  Rogers Ames said.  His voice was very loud, and very angry.
He slammed a fist down on his desk.

"Sir, did you call?"  The voice of a young boy came from outside the office
door.

"No, but come in here anyway."  Ames said.  He walked around his home
office with a quick pace.

The boy, around fourteen, entered the room slowly.  He wore only the
accepted uniform, a pair of Speedos.  He was allowed to use whatever color
he liked each day though.  One of the few choices his foster father had
allowed him.  He wasn't afraid of Mr. Ames most of the time.  The man was
actually very nice to him as well as to the other boys who lived in the
large mansion.  It was only when his son, Clay, did something to piss him
off that the man became hard to be around.

"That damned fool has finally screwed up big.  Not only did he get shot by
some obsessed, love struck boy, his operation was discovered by the police
who came to the scene. Plus, oh, I love this one, there was another boy
there who the police questioned extensively.  My friend, Officer Grant,
called to tell me the boy had spilled a great deal of information, plus got
another of my son's discoveries to spill his guts."

"Oh, man."  The boy said.

"Yes, well, that is a bit of an understatement."  Ames said.  His voice
laced with sarcasm.  He looked at the boy across the room.  Jerry was one
of his favorites, the first he had taken in when his parents abandoned him
because of his chosen or born to lifestyle.  He didn't care which it was.
Gay boys made him money.  Gay boys were easier to be with than complaining
pain in the ass women or girls.  Boys, enjoyed the attention and affection
he gave, and they did what he wanted of them, almost always without
question.

Jerry looked at Roger Ames with fear.  He hoped the man wouldn't going to
get angry with him.

"Jerry, son, come here."  Ames said.  He sat back down at his desk and
relaxed into the leather upholstery of the over priced chair.  "I'm not mad
at you.  Come on, no need to be scared."  He smiled at the boy to reassure
him.

Jerry smiled back.  He walked over to his guardian on bare feet and stood
before him.

"You are such a good boy.  So much better than Clay ever was."  Ames patted
his left knee.  "Sit."  He requested.

Jerry moved his five foot four inch body onto the man's knee.  He liked
when Ames held him, and touched him.

Roger Ames placed his right hand on the boy's Speedo covered crotch,
feeling the growing cock beneath.  He ran his fingers along it's shape.
The boy was growing in so many ways.  When the boy had been brought to him
by one of his talent scouts he had been twelve, hungry and very needy, with
a small, painfully thin body.

"What are you going to do?"  Jerry asked as he laid his head against the
big man's shoulder, enjoying the stimulation from the man's working of his
penis through the cloth.

"Now, or in general?"  Ames asked lovingly.

"Both, I guess.  I can call Mr Paul if you like."  The boy said.  He
thought about the very large black man that Mr. Ames kept on retainer to
eliminate problems with all due prejudice.


"Hmm, interesting idea.  I can't get to Clay at the moment but I can get to
those pint size loud mouths.  Smart thinking, Jerry."  Ames said with a
smile.  "Right now, I want something else though."  He brought his moth to
the boy's and kissed him, slipping his tongue into Jerry's mouth.  He
pulled away after several moment and looked closely at his boy.

"Yes. Sir."  Jerry said.  He returned the smile and knew exactly what he
was supposed to do.  He stood up and went to his knees on the thick blue
carpet.

Ames unzipped his slacks and lifted his butt slightly, letting the boy move
the pants down his legs to the floor.  He relaxed his head against the back
of the chair and closed his eyes.

Jerry moved into position, taking the eight inch cock into his mouth,
working the girth that nearly stretched his lips into painful contours. He
could taste the sweat as well as the thick man musk on the man's flesh and
he loved it.

"Mr. Paul.  Such a smart boy, you are Jerry."  Ames said as he enjoyed the
oral talents of his young ward.

(2)

The conversation with the detectives lasted for hours.  The boys had told
their stories over and over again, with the exception of Adam, who remained
silent the whole time and was not mentioned in any way being involved with
the nastiness at hand.  If they didn't know about her son now, they didn't
need to find out.

Francine had served coffee throughout the discussions which she insisted on
being allowed to be a part of.  Jesse was her responsibility and now it
looked like Tommy would be as well.  She still had to worry about how in
the name of God, she would be bale to raise three gay teenage boys on her
own.

The detectives left after three hours and Francine shut and locked the door
behind them.  She let out the deep breath she had been holding in, worried
that they were going to take Tommy, Jesse, or both of them away when they
left.

"Damn."  Tommy said.  "What now?"

"I don't know, man."  Jesse replied.  "I guess we just have to wait and see
if Clay lives or not.  If he does, I guess we'll have to go to court.  If
not, then the deal will probably be over with for us since we don't know
who Clay's supposed father actually was and very little about the man."

"Let's hope."  Francine said as she padded back into the kitchen in her
robe and bunny slippers.  She had wanted to go back upstairs and change but
there had never been any time.  "I know it's a horrible thing to say, but I
hope that man does die.  Not just because of what he has been doing to you
boys, but because he deserves it."  She leaned her back against the
breakfast counter.

"I don't know if he does deserve it, Mrs.  C."  Tommy said.  "Clay's not a
bad guy, not really.  He did what he thought he had to do.  His father, or
whoever the man was, had such a tight hold on him for so many years.  That
had to have some effect on his mind."  Tommy still couldn't believe that he
wanted to defend Clay, but he did.  Rationally he knew Clay had done bad
things and deserved to be punished, but not to die, not for something he
probably never wanted a part of to begin with.

"He could have walked away when he turned eighteen.  Hell, he could have
walked away before that and reported the man to the authorities."  Francine
Conner snapped.  She hadn't meant to be so harsh but she was tired of
hearing anything in defense of that man.  As far as she was concerned he
was as much a part of it as his father because he hadn't left, just because
he hadn't had the courage to leave didn't mean a damn to her.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. C."  Tommy said.  He didn't want her to be mad at him.  It
wasn't that he was afraid she would change her mind about him staying with
them but that she was finally warming to him and he didn't want that to
stop.

"Honey, I'm not mad at you.  There is just so much going on in my heard
right now.  I am so damn scared that things are going to explode.  This is
exactly what my father in law would use as ammunition in a custody case to
get Adam away from me."

Adam looked at his mother, his face a show of emotion, mostly fear.  "He
couldn't.  Could he?"

"I don't know, baby.  I hope not.  I'll fight the bastard tooth and nail
before I would give you up to anyone.  I'd die before letting him take
you."  She looked at the three boys.  "I guess we are all in this for the
long hall, guys.  You stand with me, and I'll stand with you."  Francine
said.  Her determination strong within her.

"I`m wiped." Jesse said.  He stood up and pushed his chair under the table.
"I'm going to grab a nap if that's cool."

"Sure, hon, go ahead.  Adam, I want to talk with you for a bit in private."
She said.

Jesse kissed Adam on the mouth, just a quick peck, and he was off to bed.

"I'm going to go for a walk."  Tommy said as he stood up.

"Don't go far, okay?  I really wish you wouldn't leave the house this
weekend.  Any of you.  We don't now what that man's father would do or
order to have done."

"Shit, I didn't think about that.  I guess I'll just go watch TV in the
den."  Tommy said.

"Thanks, hon."  Francine said.


Tommy walked out of the kitchen, pulling the swinging door closed behind
him.

(3)

"Harry?  It's Roger Ames.  I need you for a job."

"Glad to hear it, Mr. Ames."  Harry Paul said.  He leaned back in his Lazy
Boy cradling the phone with his right shoulder.  "What have you got on
tap?"

"Can you make it over here in the next hour?"  Ames asked.  He looked over
to the couch where Jerry was jacking himself off.  If he'd had time he
would have given the boy a blowjob but he wanted to get Paul on the job as
quickly as possible after he shot his own load.  That boy was one hell of a
great cock sucker, far better than Clay had ever been.  Shit, Jerry was
better at everything than Clay.  He watched the boy tense as his cock
spewed spunk in long spurts on his smooth chest.  If he'd allowed it, Jerry
would be a huge star, but he wouldn't do it.  Jerry was his.  Not for
public enjoyment in any way, shape of form.

"I think I can manage that.  Is this going to be an away trip or local?"

"Local."  Ames replied.  His eyes moved over Jerry's body as the boy used
his Speedo to clean himself up.

"I'll be there in half an hour or so."  Harry Paul said.  He hung up the
phone and hit the volume button on the TV remote.  His eyes had never left
the screen as he talked with Roger Ames.  He watched as the two boys
engaged in a sixty nine position.  He loved watching the old tapes of Clay
and who ever he was with for a scene.  The boy had always been a favorite
of his because there were few boys in Ames' stable that could take his
eleven inch cock, with it's girth of a solid four plus inches around.  It
had been a bad day for him when Clay said he wouldn't do it any more.  That
he was going into a new business and a new life.  That had been the last
he'd seen of the young man.

The black man jacked his cock with long firm jerks, barely raising his hips
from the recliner.  He wondered if there was a way he could get Clay to
spread his legs again.  Ames had said that he should feel free to just take
what he wanted from any of the boys but that wasn't his style.  He wanted
the boy's to want his giant black cock, not have it forced in them.  He
continued his pace for several minutes as he watched a well hung black teen
shove his bare cock into Clay's inviting hole.  A few strokes later,
Harry's load erupted in long, thick ropes across his muscled abs and chest.
He sighed with pleasure and reached for the cum rag on the coffee table.
Time to get up and go to work.

(4)

Adam walked into the bedroom.  His mind going over what his mother had told
him about his grandfather and what they were going to face if the old man
found about any of this.  It would be bad enough keeping the fact that he
was gay from becoming an issue if the man decided to fight as he threatened
on so many occasions.

Jesse lay sleeping on the bed, still dressed as he had been that morning.
Adam walked to the bed and got as close to his lover as he could without
waking him.  He prayed that they would never be separated.

Downstairs, Tommy watched a re-run of I Love Lucy without really paying it
much attention.  His mind was too far away, thinking about his past, his
present, and sadly, his future.  The future part worried him the most
because of the things he had done in his past.  How could he even consider
to get Jesse and Adam involved and further in his troubles?  If Clay's old
man decided to have him knocked off, he'd probably order Jesse killed as
well.  That is if Phillip didn't get to either of them before the old man's
goons could.

(5)

Phillip sat in his truck watching the Conner house.  He'd decided to drive
back into town but wasn't sure why.  His head was still cloudy about what
he was supposed to do.  He remembered the gun under the passenger seat but
wasn't sure who he was suppose to use it on.  Most of the last day seemed
to be like an old movie he'd watched when he was a kid.  He wondered when
the last time he knew what he was doing could have been.  It seemed like
forever ago that he felt in control.

The ideas of driving the truck off into the lake had been floating through
his mind a lot in the last few hours.  That was one of the reasons he had
left his refuge.  He didn't know how long he could resist that urge.  There
was just too much that needed doing yet.

He heard a noise and looked up. Darkness was beginning to settle in over
the quiet neighborhood.  He watched Tommy walk out the front door of the
Conner house and walk away, acting as though he expected to be shot to
death if he was noticed.  The temptation was very strong to do just that.
Shoot him and have one less witness to deal with later.  No, his mind
yelled within his head.  It's not time yet.  Wait for the moment.  The time
when all three targets were in one place and make a clean sweep.

Phillips didn't know why he was suppose to kill Tommy.  It certainly didn't
matter about him being a witness now.  Everybody knew who had shot Clay
because it was on the front page of the morning paper.  The shooting, the
studio in back of the comic shop, and all the master tapes that the police
had seized.  There were no secrets left to try and keep.  He knew he would
have to do what he was told.  Do it or be driven slowly insane.

(6)

Tommy made sure that Adam and Jesse were sleeping, and that Mrs. C was at
work in her upstairs office, before sneaking out of the house.  The only
place he could think of to hide would be at Ryan's house.  Nobody knew of a
connection between him and Ryan Little.  He hoped that Ryan's guardian,
Greg would let him stay there.  No matter what happened, he didn't want
Jesse, Adam or his mother to die because he led his friend into a terrible
situation.  It was all his fault and now he had to find a way to make
things better.

He reached the gas station two blocks away without attracting attention to
himself.  Once inside the phone booth, he dialed the number Ryan had given
him.

"Hello?"  A man's deep voice met his ear.

"Is Ryan available?"  Tommy asked.


"One moment."  The man replied.

Tommy heard the click as the receiver was placed on a table or something.
He could hear distant voices through his own hand set.

"Hello?"  Ryan asked.  He had been helping his brother, Harry with homework
so they could play.

"It's Tommy.  Dude, I need help.  Bad."  Tommy said, nearly whispering.

"Shit, man.  I saw the paper this morning."  Ryan said.

"Me too.  I need a place to hide where nobody will have an idea how to find
me.  I can't let Jesse and the Conners' take any heat.  I got them into
this pile of shit, I have to get them back out again without risking their
lives."

"Fuck, man.  Just come over here.  At worst, we can hide you in Greg's
office playroom.  There's a hidden door to it and nobody would know it was
even there."

"Thanks, man.  I'm going to be a while walking there."

"No way, dude.  Just tell me where you are.  Me and Greg'll pick you up."

Tommy told the boy where he was and that he would find a hiding place where
he could watch for the suburban.  They spoke a few more seconds before
disconnecting.

Tommy replaced the receiver and went in search of a hiding place with good
visuals of the parking lot.

(7)

Phillip had followed Tommy at a distance, watched him make a phone call,
then sneak across the street to the arcade.  He decided to sit and watch to
see who might show up next.


(8)

The big Suburban pulled into the parking lot of the convenience store.
Nobody got out or moved close to the SUV.

Tommy waited for a minute before leaving his hiding place behind the
abandon Dairy Queen across the street.  He crossed the quiet street and
went to the truck.  A back door opened as he reached to open it.  He
climbed in quickly and pulled the door shut behind him.

Ryan looked at him. The boy was very nervous, scared even. "Dude, you
okay?"  Ryan sat back against the seat beside his friend.  He knew there
was a risk to helping Tommy but he and Greg, and even Harry had agreed that
it was worth the risk to help the boy.

"Yeah, I'm cool.  When we get to your place, I'll call Mrs.  Conner and
tell her that I am safe and not to worry about me.  I just want her and the
guys to watch out for themselves, you know?"

"Yeah, man."  Ryan said.  He took his friend's hand and squeezed it tight.
"You're safe now, dude."  Ryan smiled slightly.  His worries were just as
strong as they had been when Tommy had called but he hoped he would relax
some now that they were on the way back home without a problem.

Greg Harris drove down the streets toward his home across town.  The idea
of giving Tommy a safe haven was the right thing to do.  He knew that.  He
just didn't Ryan or Harry put at risk for any reason.  He loved the two
boys like they truly were his own sons.  He liked this boy, Tommy, a great
deal.  He was sexy as all Hell and the thought of getting a chance to spend
some time with him was strong, but he had to protect him first.  "Hey,
guys?  You know anybody that drives a small truck?"  Greg asked.

Ryan and Tommy looked back through the rear window to see the small truck
following at a short distance.

"Phillip."  Tommy said softly.  "Fuck.  Phillip's behind us."

"Oh, God."  Ryan said.  He could feel the fear that he had experienced at
the comic shop the previous night come back in a rush.

"Damn."  Greg said.

"Just stop and let me out.  He'll probably stick with me and leave you guys
alone."  Tommy said.  He had released Ryan's hand and moved close to the
door so he could make a quick escape so Greg could get away quick.

"No way, Tommy.  I'm not leaving you for some whacked out guy to make a run
at you.  We are in this for the long haul.  We made that choice before
leaving the house."  Greg looked back at the boys through the rear view
mirror.  "We have to hide some place."  He thought about Harry, who had
stayed home because Greg thought it best at the time.  Now he wished the
younger Little boy were beside him.  He couldn't lead this psycho back to
Harry.

Greg hit the gas after making a quick turn onto the freeway.  He switched
lanes trying to throw their pursuer off the track.  To get noticed so
easily, the boy couldn't be too much of a driver.  He would go out to the
cabin.  Then, when he felt it safe, he'd make a run back to the house for
Harry.  He didn't like the idea of leaving the boys alone in the woods, but
he couldn't leave Harry alone at home either.

(9)

Phillip followed the Suburban onto the freeway and tried to keep as close
to the truck as he could.  He knew that he had been spotted so now his only
goal was to keep up.  Who was this guy?  He turned his radio volume up and
settled in for however long this trip might take.  His nerves and his
temper growing short with each passing mile.