Date: Sat, 23 Jul 2011 23:42:51 -0600
From: rob loveboy <loveboyrob2@gmail.com>
Subject: Jack&Jill-Went-Downhill-19

*I apologize to all wondering where the weekly chapter was, your e-mails
were greatly appreciated. I took time out for myself after a gruelling two
weeks at work and total fatigue. I hope you enjoy and promise to continue. I
won't let you down!*
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*Sincerely,*
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*Robert*


I had a restless sleep, no cuddling his warm body and the security that gave
me. I slipped quietly out of bed at seven, dressed and made my way to the
kitchen to make a small picnic lunch. I needed to clear my head, I was going
fishing! I left him a note.

Grandma was awake and sitting at the table, her favorite tea cup clasped in
her hands, I noticed tears that I'd never seen her shed before. She was
quick to mop them away with a tissue pulled from her bra, straighten up and
put on airs like nothing was amiss.

"Why are ya crying, Grandma!" I said with my arm around her shoulder and a
peck on her cheek.

"I ain't cryin' young 'un... allergies is all, with all that pollen this
time a year." she lied with a warm smile. "I thought ya was stayin' over at
yer new friend's house fer the night?" she said changing the subject.

Guilt stuck me hard for lying to her about that. "Yeah... but I changed my
mind cuz I wanted to go fishing today so I came home early to get my pole
and gear and make a lunch."

 "I'll fix ya a picnic lunch then!" she smiled and rose to dote, "Got
some chicken salad and tater salad that I made...,"

"What's wrong Grandma,... why were ya crying just now?" I asked again
sheepish, thinking she knew that I wasn't where I said I was and upset about
that.

"Nothin' really to cry about I guess, young un. Just that the hot water
heater gave up the ghost yesterday and I'm tryin' ta think of ways to buy a
new one 'fore long.. -- What...  with the roof repairs last month...
heaven's ta-betsy, kinda left me short on cash is all!...  Nothin' to worry
yerself about. Still warm water, just not real hot."

I sat on the rock, my line in the water baited with raw bacon that grandma
insisted was gourmet cat fish enticement. I cried. I cried for her, I cried
for Jillian, and I cried for me. My life wasn't what it had been only weeks
ago, so many experiences and awakenings that I now found confusing and
somewhat questionable. I hadn't been to school in a while.

That didn't matter in Jill's case because he was going to repeat the grade
regardless if he was there or not to finish the year. We'd even be in the
same grade and classes and I could tutor him along! That made me feel good,
helping him along at night doing homework together. Final exams were coming
up and I resolved myself to go to school regular for the next two weeks.

I reflected back on the previous night. Jill's life had been exposed for
what it was.He was a thief and a whore, no doubt about that. But he had a
softer side that had life not been so cruel to him he would have turned out
much different, an average teen with hopes and dreams of the future.

He knew the errors of his ways and was trying to prevent me from falling
into the dark side. I wasn't even considering going to that party in truth,
never said I was to begin with! Had he not blew up and made me feel like his
property, unable to make my own decisions, he would have learned I had no
intentions of degrading myself for the pleasure of some perverted men. Maybe
I could take my clothes off and let them ogle my body for money, but that
would be the extent to which I'd go, and I'd need a whole lot of Ecstasy or
Cocaine to do even that!

The fishing soothed my emotional turmoil and I suddenly longed to be with
him and headed home early in the afternoon. I hoped that he would still be
asleep, he did a lot of that. I got a boner riding home thinking that I
would crawl into bed with him naked, wake him with a wonderful blow job and
have him fuck me as hard and rough as he wanted. Then we'd talk, clear the
air between us.

The bedroom was dark when I quietly opened the door, he must have closed the
blinds at some point. My eyes adjusted slowly. I stepped on something.
Little shoes focused in, then strewn about the floor was clothing. Small
clothing; little white socks, a 'Barney' t-shirt, short pants and a pair of
'Scooby-Doo' underpants. I gazed toward the bed and focused seeing Jill's
naked form laying on his belly.

I turned on the overhead light and a very startled Jillian turned revealing
a tiny body under his frame. His semi hard cock slipped from its confines
with a slight, wet slop sound The evidence was clearly noted, Jillian's
somewhat flaccid cock was slick and spotted with feces and blood. Cum oozed
from the tip and formed a string to where it had been planted milliseconds
earlier. The recipient's rectum was red and swollen, glistening with
lubricant.

Jill's nostrils were peculiarly flaked with a white substance, a single
glance to the night table explained that! A condom was sliced open spilling
white powder. A once rolled dollar bill had unravelled along side. Texas
must have given the stuff to Jillian, or he bought it from him with
his 'trick' money.

"Jacky... your home early from fishing!" he commented as if nothing was out
of sorts, groggy like he'd just woke up.

His bed mate turned his head from under Jill's rib cage to see what the
commotion was about, he looked at me in fear, I saw his swollen red eyes
that had obviously been crying in pain when Jillian fucked him hard and
merciless. I recognized him as Morgan Thompson, a neighbor boy from down the
street!

"Jillian what the fuck have you gone and done?" I screamed,  "He's
only seven years old for fuck sakes, and he's a little retarded!"

'Noooo... I'm eight now!" Morgan corrected, "My birfday was on Tursday,
Jacky; I got a 'B,M, Xth' bi'sacol with twaining weeowls too!" he boasted
proud.

Jill rolled over onto his back and I got a much clearer vision of Morgans
behind. Purple and red hickeys had been bitten and sucked into both his
milky white cheeks. His hole was enlarged and oozing a slimy brownish fluid.
Jill's cum mixed with blood and shit! The odor hit me as rank just then. I
wanted to throw up but managed to keep it burning in my throat.

"You raped him, Jillian!" I muttered aghast and with conviction, "You
fucking raped him!" I repeated as if trying to convince myself of the fact.

Jill stared at me a long while and replied cool as a cucumber, "I didn't
rape him... he wanted it, Jacky. What's your fucking problem?"

My problem was that I knew Morgan, his sister was in my classes! Everyone in
the community knew Morgan; he was a sweet harmless boy, slow on wits but
lovable. The other boys that Jill often talked about didn't have the
same emotional impact on me, they were faceless strangers to me. But Morgan;
Morgan was real life and too close to home.

"Jillian, you did this in my grandma's house...  in my fucking bed!... How
could you have?" I cried in a panic, uncertain as to what to do about the
ugly situation.

Jill sat up against the headboard and studied his finger nails. Morgan
rolled onto his side; his genital area became exposed to my horror,
also tattooed with Jill's 'branding!'  His penis hung kind of long, the
exact replica of a 'Crayollla' crayon right down to the tapered foreskin,
but it was as red as a tomato from obvious abuse and looked so fragile and
delicate, as if it could be plucked like a flower from its root.

"You son of  bitch!" I lashed out.

"Yeah, guess I am when it comes right down to it... ha ha, no secret 'bout
that... is there?" he responded with sarcasm, the unintended derogatory
reference to his mother humored him.

I urged Morgan up by his underarms, he staggered and swayed being dragged to
the bathroom.-- No, Jill didn't;-- he couldn't have fed coke to... no way! I
studied his nostrils for tell tale signs of powder residue and saw nothing
however, the kid was acting strange, sluggish and weirded out with glassy
eyes. A cold shower awaited both of us suddenly remembering grandma's plaint
about the hot water heater.

I stripped in the bathroom, Morgan smiled and tried to grope me. His eyes
were bright and glossy white with deep blue beads in the centre. Still, he
was unsteady and I picked him up into the tepid spray and ran a soapy cloth
over his bottom, he cringed from the tender, soreness between his legs.

"Morgan you can't tell anyone about what you and Jill did today... okay?" I
commenced damage control, "Ya gotta keep it a secret, alright?"

"Yeah, -- Jiwl tolded me dat arready... ownwie big boys do d'ose t'ings, and
I'm a big boy now he thaid!"

"Yes you are, Morgan," I lied, "but ya gotta make sure no one sees those
marks on ya cuz you and Jill will get in a lot of trouble. Your mom might
even take away your new bike!" I flat out lied again.

"Nooo... I won't tay anyting, Jacky! -- It's a secwit." he said, then looked
at me confused and with innocence asked, "Why is it a secwit anyway? Jiwl
says that all boys do dat when dey wike each udder and  o'd enuf?"

"It just is, Morgan," I was making up as I went along, "it just is cuz...
cuz adults think it's wrong. That's why boys keep it a secret... like lots
of other things ya do but don't want them to find out."

"Wike when I go to da wiver? I'm not 'loud ta go to da wiver by meself, but
I wike it dare."

I couldn't help but giggle, "Yeah, Morgan; just like going to the river when
you're not supposed to. But ya do it anyway even though ya know you'll get
in trouble for it!  -- No big deal" I had his attention and resumed trying
to suppress the situation and ensure his silence.

"And now that you are a big boy, I hope you don't need your mummy to give ya
a bath anymore -- cuz big boys don't want their mummies to see them naked;
it's a guy thing,... ya know?" I stressed.

"Oh no, Jacky. I take my own baffs, mummy just runs da wader for me."

Relief of that knowledge alleviated some angst. Maybe no one would see the
blatant marks on his body after all, and they would fade over a short time.
However, I was still concerned about rectal damage although that would heal,
I feared internal injuries; Jill was large and long, what interior organs
may have been violtaed in that little body! I got scared all over again.

The water turned cold just as I was about to turn it off. I bundled up
Morgan in a towel and headed to the kitchen thinking ice would soothe the
still evident swollen rectum. No ice! The trays were still sitting on my
chest of drawers un-replenished.

A box of Popsicles caught my eye and gave me a brain storm. Cherry, orange
or grape? He chose grape and I broke it in half on the counter top edge and
gave him his half.

Back in my bedroom, Jill was snoozing. I told Morgan to lay on his tummy and
inserted the Popsicle slowly into his bum. My reasoning was that it couldn't
hurt; it could only be beneficial deeper inside him; right?

"Dat's cowd, Jacky!... ooo, ooo, owie.." he complained.

I had to hold it in place by the stick as his rectum was determined to void
it when left unattended.

Jill opened his eyes, a befuddled look on his face, and no wonder. Morgan
was sucking his Popsicle with his ass in the air with a Popsicle sticking
out his ass!

"Jacky you are one fucking kinky guy!" he laughed amused. "Are ya going to
do him too?" he replied

"Fuck off, Jillian! -- Don't say another word... just fuck right off!" I
replied angry. But I did appreciate how things appeared provocative to him
with a naked me positioned behind the boy.

"Okay, Okay!... Geezus, Jacky; don't bite my head off!" he cowered getting
the message. "I was horny cuz you weren't here for my usual morning blow...
saw yer note and since ya didn't invite me along... shit; fucking shit...!"
his anger was rising, "I don't have to justify anything to you, okay?-- I
went to McDonald's for breakfast and met him there. All I wanted was a
fuckin' blow job and I got carried away!" he justified in his own mind.

"You hurt him, Jillian! You did a lot of damage; can you not understand
that?" I asked, begging for him to own up to his demented error.
I desperately need him to say he was sorry, repent, instead he remained
allof.

I was in a rage and confronted him on what I wanted to know, "Did you give
him cocaine?"

"Just a little in his ass to put him in the mood... ya know, it absorbs into
the system quicker that way." he answered with a chuckle. "Morgan... you
tell anyone 'bout what we did, I'll beat the snot out of ya...  got it!"

"Oooooh nooo, Giwl. Don't beat me up, ...  pwease?" he started to cry, "I
promith I won't tewl no one!"

That was the final straw. The end all of end all. I was beyond good sense
when I pounced on him. Never in my life had I fought another boy, I never
had reason or simply turned the other way when confronted. My first punch
landed upon his left temple, another managed to swipe his jaw before he
retaliated smashing into my nose then a blow to my chest that winded me
subdued.

He screamed, "What the fuck are you doing, asshole!" as he held me in a bear
hug assuming physical restraint.

Morgan began to wail at Jill and my fighting, the almost melted Popsicle
shot out of his ass like a missile over the end of the bed. Might have been
humorous under different circumstances, but humor was not on the agenda.

I struggled to no avail and began crying myself, surrendering to his
strength and burying my face in his chest sobbing. I could feel the blood
oozing from my nasal passages onto his chest, then tasting the acrid fluid.

He flung me off of him and I hit the floor hard not before my forehead
grazed the night stand causing what had to be a gash and more blood.

"I don't need this fucking shit!" he screamed in a rage more violent than
I'd seen before, "Fuck you ya fucking little Queen!" he screamed

He followed me to the floor and grabbed my throat tight and shook me. His
other arm recoiled, a fist formed so tight that his knuckles protruded
white and menacing. I thought I was done for. Tears welled in his eyes and
he sobbed before pushing me back down and released me. He stood and quickly
dressed. He was gone out the window doing up his jeans without another word.

to be continued....