Date: Fri, 22 May 2015 18:45:49 -0300
From: Victor Lucas <boy-driver@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mt Pleasant High - Part 17

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MT. PLEASANT HIGH - SERIES

   The last chapter:
   "Your boyfriend knows. We know. We know all about Gulfport."
   "Sir, I think you have the wrong person. I'm sorry but I'm leaving."
   "You're not going anywhere. You will listen to be if you don't want your
boyfriend to get the needle."
   Josh didn't say a word but he kept looking at the man.
   "Yes, that's right. You return the money, nothing happens. You get
greedy, your boyfriend will gets death penalty, how bout that?"
   Josh tried to mumble a word but the man stopped him.
   "Don't bother saying you don't know what it's about. Ask him. And you
might wanna call him Andrew."

   The man got up and walked out of the bakery, leaving Josh with this bomb
on his hands.

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PART 17 - WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?

   Josh sat there motionless for a couple of seconds trying to figure out
what happened there. What was that? Who was that man? Was he right in what
he said? So many questions but it was best to try and get answers now. Josh
ran out of the bakery and the man was already walking out of the parking
lot. He ran to the man while he crossed the street. They were now on
opposite sides of the street. Cars passing on the busy street prevented
Josh from crossing over to the other side. Josh had to do something. He
shouted.
   "I'm gonna need more time!"
   "You don't have time!"
   "Couple of days!"
   "Fine, you have 48 hours. After that, your boyfriend's gone!"
   "He's not my boyfriend!" On second thought he shouldn't have shouted
about a boyfriend on a busy street. But then again, everyone there was too
busy to pay attention to that.
   "You know where to find me!"
   "No! I don't!"
   In that moment a bus passed and slowed because of the traffic, blocking
Josh's sight of the man. He thought of crossing, but the cars coming from
the other side wouldn't let him. When the bus went away the man was already
gone.
   Dammit, I lost him.
   Josh walked back to the parking lot where he found a paper stuck on his
windshield wiper with a phone number on it and a phrase: "You know where to
find me."
   The boy entered the car but did not start it. He had to wait and think
of what to do next. Is it possible that Shawn is some sort of criminal? Is
that the reason he moved to Mount Pleasant? Couldn't it be just a bluff?
Andrew? To be fair, Shawn did not like talking about his past, he always
found a way to avoid such talks... There was something fishy about all
that. If I don't hand in the money, they're gonna make Shawn go to
jail. What the hell?
   The number Josh dialed on his phone was the only one person he thought
could help him without asking too many questions, at least for now.

   "Hello Josh!"
   "Hi, Mr. Desbordes."
   "How's the house?"
   "Actually I'm not sure... I was excused from school to go back home help
my parents but then..."

   Josh caught Richard Desbordes off guard, he wasn't expecting he would
have to reach for his notepad to write things down.

   "Come again, Josh?"
   "Yes, that's what I was just telling you... This guy, an older man, sat
right in front of me and suddenly started saying things..."
   "What kind of things?"
   "Sort of... Threatening."
   "Ok, I got that, but what are the grounds for this threat? I mean did he
say your family is in danger, or anything like that?"
   "That's where you come in. Being a journalist, I take you are more
familiarized with investigating people, digging through their past, am I
right?"
   "Well, yes..." It was not exactly like that, but Richard liked when
people had that image of him.
   "So... I'd like to ask you a favor. Would you investigate someone for
me?"
   "Who that someone might be?"
   "Shawn."
   "Shawn?"
   "Shawn Hunter, my friend."
   "Why him?"
   "Because... The guy said things about him..."

   Richard then listened very carefully and wrote down things that might be
meaningful when he contacted his "investigation skills", which was really
Mark White-Robertson, his PI.

   "So, let me run the facts by you, Josh. Shawn Hunter is probably not his
real name, which should be Andrew something..."
   "Yes."
   "And he says he's from Biloxi though this old man told you 'they know
all about Gulfport', right?"
   "That's what he said."
   "Did he really mention Shawn might 'get the needle'?"
   "Exactly. That's why I want you to help me, because I wouldn't know
where to begin, do you get me? I'm not familiar with this things."
   "Sure, I get it... Josh, don't worry, I'll get into it and I'll call you
back as soon as I have something, ok?"
   "Right."
   "In the meantime, uh... All I can say is: watch your back. I know it's
not much of a useful piece of advice, but it's what I have now."
   "No, don't worry... I told him I'd need more time and, yes, I know it's
an admission that I do have the money but what could I do, right?"
   "I understand. I think you did right."
   "Listen, Mr. Desbordes, there one more thing I'd like your help with."
   "Name it Josh."

   Josh said and Richard wrote it down, a bit surprised. It was unusual
but, given recent events, he could understand where Josh was coming from.
   "Ok, Josh. I'll make some phone calls, and I tell you in advance, it's
not gonna be easy but I'll do my best to make it happen."
   "Thank you very much. On this second thing, it's the only way to make it
work, you know?"
   "I think you're right, Josh."

   Richard hung up the phone and looked at it for quite a few seconds,
thinking he was somehow responsible for this, for what was happening to
Josh and Shawn. Now there was no way to go back and do things different. He
had to do his best to help them out of this messy situation.
   Talking to Mark White-Robertson was always funny, he was one of the of
the people Richard actually liked spending time with, he was a nice match
for Richard's wicked humor that wasn't suitable to use with most of his
coworkers. They talked meaningless stuff for a while before Richard let
Mark into the real reason for this call.
   "You mean one of the 'horny' kids that took the money has actually a
dark past in Minnesota?"
   "Mississippi, Mark."
   "Yeah, right. But that's what you're saying?"
   "That's what the guy said."
   "And we're looking for a crime that's punishable with death sentence."
   "I'm not sure about that, I need you to figure that out. According to
what Josh said, this kid moved in not long ago and I don't wanna teach you
how to do your job, but I suppose you should look into crimes that have
been committed in the past months, you know?"
    "Rick, do you think those Mississippi folks are so crazy that they'd
send a kid to death row?"
    "I'm not sure, I just received the call, still have to do a research."

------

   Josh certainly did not miss being in school this morning, although if
he'd stayed there, he wouldn't have met that awful man that made him have a
lot of thoughts about Shawn. He didn't want to believe that Shawn was
capable of committing a crime. That was... Whoa, that was not a
possibility! Shawn was so sweet and, a crime that would have him 'getting
the needle' had to be something real bad. Life just seemed to be very
complicated.
   Shawn was happy for being in school. School was a nice hideaway. Philip
and him spent most of the time talking, and Shawn already thought that this
blonde was a very nice guy to be with, he was fun, smart, quick to think
and respond... Any thing would be better than being at home with his
dad. He didn't want to face his dad any time soon. Both father and son were
still mad at each other and they both had good reason to.
   Paul... Oh, Paul. He looked forward to school, this morning. It was fair
to say he did not stop thinking about Matt since the day before.

   When Matt entered the school building, Chad came by and started walking
with him. He was already part of the group that surrounded Chad but it
still surprised him that Chad would talk to him and be nearby.
   "Say, Matt, let's go for a drive after school?"
   Whoa, this kid wastes no time. I mean, if he wants Matt's body he should
at least buy him dinner first, right? Charm him a little. No, sir, Chad
Campbell was not that guy, he was used to having every one at his feet
doing whatever he liked so, why bother? Let's just have it my way, he
probably thought that.
   "Humm... Sure..."
   Matt didn't really think about it. He was sort of Chad-blinded. Whenever
this guy said something, he just obeyed. It shouldn't be like this, but you
know what? A crush is a crush and sometimes it makes the person be like
under the effect of some magic spell that prevents him or her from seeing
the reality.
   Moving on in the first class, Paul happened to be in the same class and
he clearly wanted to talk to Matt, other than learning. It was ok by Matt
as well.

   "Matt?"
   "Yeah?"
   "Uh, I... Eh... You know, I was thinking about yesterday..."
   Matt really thought Paul would say that was a mistake, something that
should never happen again...
   "...And, I don't know... Would you like to do that again?"
   Matt smiled a smile that required no translation into words. His smile
broadened and could fill the whole school.
   "Oh, sure... I'd love that. It means you liked it then, right?"
   "Yeah, well. I'm... Confused."
   "Oh."
   "But in a good way. I mean... I don't know what I'm saying, I just know
I wanna do that again with you. I never felt that good."
   "I loved that too."
   "So, would you like to come over this afternoon?"
   "Oh, shoot. This afternoon... I can't. I already told Chad I'd go out
with him..."
   "Oh, ok..." Paul's disappointment was clear in his tone. "What you guys
are gonna do?"
   "Still don't know, Chad just asked if I'd like to hang..."
   "Ok."
   Paul knew the drill. No one turned down Chad. It never annoyed him until
this day.
   "Are you guys going to his house?"
   "He didn't mention it. Actually I've never been to his house. Have you?
I mean, you're friends with him longer."
   "I've been to his house when we were kids... Then one day he stopped
inviting anyone over... I don't know, then he moved to that condo..."
   "Whatever... Uh, we could do something later tonight? What do you
think?"
   "I'd like that."
   "I'd offer to pick you up at your place, but I'm not allowed to drive
these days..."
   "No problem, I'll pick you up. Say, seven thirty?"
   "Sounds good to me."

   Josh finally came home to face the craziness of helping mom getting the
place together again. Much to his surprise the house was sparkling, like it
had never been invaded and messed up with. Mom was in the kitchen having a
cup of lemonade.
   "Whoa, mom, I didn't know you had super powers."
   "What do you mean Josh?"
   "The house... How did you do it?"
   "I didn't do it alone. Mrs. Blat got together a bunch of housewives and
retired ladies from the neighborhood and they helped out... Think of an
army, Mrs. Blat has a command voice when it comes to telling these women
what to do. They already helped Mr. Hunter too."
   "I thought it would be days until we got everything into place."
   "Me too... Anyway, what are you doing in the house already? Shouldn't
you be at school?"
   "I should, but the principal heard of the news and told me I could come
home earlier to help you out."
   "Uh, ok. It's good, because you and I really need to have a talk."

   Oh, man. This "we need to talk" thing is something you really should
avoid. I mean, when mom or dad plays the "we need to talk" card, it means
you're in trouble.

   "O-kay..."
   "Have a sit and start spilling."
   "What about?"
   "Everything. This money, you hiding it into the house... Start talking."
   "Mom, I said to those FBI guys all I knew?"
   "Really? Have you forgotten who am I? You grew inside of me, I gave
birth to you, Josh. Don't you think I can tell when you're lying? I know
you haven't said a word of truth to those agents yesterday. But now you're
talking the real deal."
   "All right... Oh, wait, how do you know when I'm lying?"
   "You do this thing... Uh-oh! Do you seriously think I'm gonna give it
away? I'm the mother here. I have the upper hand. Sit down and don't try to
get away from the subject. I'm the jury and the judge here. Your father,
the prosecutor already built his case against you and recommended the
punishment: grounded until further notice. But I'm the one who's gonna give
you the sentence. So I'm giving you the opportunity to a fair family trial
and now you're your own defense attorney. You're hereby under oath and you
know what that means, right?"
   "Shouldn't you get a bible so I could put my hand on?"
   Mom didn't smile at that, so it meant he had to go on.
   "Ok. So, when Shawn moved in I offered to show him the city, the places,
the school and so on."
   "All right."
   "And we ended up going to St. Claire's church because we both love
mulberries."
   "You mean you went to another county just to eat mulberries. Don't know
if you heard, but we have markets here in Mount Pleasant."
   "Mom, we didn't exactly go to another county. St. Claire's church is
just across the county limit."
   "Still, I didn't think you would go out of the county without telling
me."
   "It's not like we crossed the state border, we just went, like, 15 miles
away."
   "You should have told me anyway."
   "Really?"
   "Hey hey! You don't get to ask questions to the judge. Now carry on."

   Josh told her everything, about the cops, about the car that dumped the
money on the sugarcane field, about Shawn and he counting the money...

   "And the money has been in the house ever since?"
   "Yes."
   "And do you have any idea where it might be now?"
   "Yes."
   "You do? Where?"
   "In... the house."
   "Here? How come? Those people turned the house upside down!"
   "They didn't look in the right place, apparently."
   "Which should be?"
   "In my bedroom?"
   "Where?"
   "Behind the wooden panels."
   "Really?"
   "Really."
   "And is it there right now?"
   "Yes, would you like to see it?"
   "By all means... I still can't believe this whole story."

   Mom and son went up to the bedroom and Josh pulled the bed aside, Josh
reached for the screw driver and in less than two minutes, mom's jaw fell
when she got sight of all that money.

   "I know what you're thinking mom. I thought the same. I mean, we could
remodel the house, not worry about college tuition for me and Jordan, we
could travel a bit..."
   "I wasn't thinking about that."
   "Oh, come on, seriously. Now I'm talking to the jury here, and moving on
to my closing arguments. What would you do if you stumbled across a
briefcase filled with money? Would you seriously leave it behind in the
middle of a sugarcane field? Would you?"

   Josh started walking around the room, taking advantage of John Grisham's
book he was reading and his mom's love for courtroom TV shows.

   "Ladies and gentlemen from the jury. I now ask you to consider the
defendant's action. Think of it, put yourselves on his shoes. You would do
the exact same thing he did. Any good hearted American would do the
same. This nation has been built on the sense of taking advantage of an
opportunity..."
   "Cut the crap, Josh. Seriously, didn't you consider the risks? You put
yourselves in a delicate situation, things could've happened, you could be
hurt or worse... I don't even like to think of it."
   "To be frank, mom, neither me nor Shawn thought this thing would grow
this big. I mean, we will have to hand this money to the DA's office at
some point."
   "That's what I'm talking about, all the risk was worth nothing. Do you
understand me?"
   "Not exactly. You have seen the money but there's something else."
   "What?"

   Josh reached for the black bag with the jewelry. When his mother saw the
size of the stones, needless to say she was astonished.
   "Oh my God!"
   "This thing is worth millions. And we already found a buyer."
   "What now? You would sell it, a theft product and not say a word to me
and your dad."
   "Now that you mentioned it, I know it does sound stupid, but that what
we were going to do."
   "How did you find this buyer?"

   Josh told mom about Richard Desbordes and how much he was willing to
help. Her feelings varied from anger at Josh, Shawn and now the journalist
and a little admiration for her son's ability to work things out. She would
NEVER admit but she would totally take the money too if it happened to her.

   "This thing belongs to Portugal. I mean, it once belonged to the Kingdom
of Portugal. According to the guy in jewelry business it's part of a
collection that went missing back in the early eighteen-hundreds..."
   "If I did not see this thing with my very own eyes I'd say it's a great
adventurous story you came up with."
   "I know it sounds crazy... Don't worry, I'm not selling this thing
anyway."
   "Of course you're not. I don't know what should be done with it, but
you're not profiting over something that was stolen."
   "I know what I'm gonna do. I already asked Mr. Desbordes for the
arrangements."
   "This journalist is not a good influence. I don't want you talking to
him."
   "Relax mom. He wanted to help us because he would do the same thing we
did if he found the money."

   Yes, mom, you're not the only who would like to 'happen' to find a lot
of money, on any given day.

   "Ok... I think I've heard enough. I'm gonna give you this, Josh, I don't
think you deserve to be grounded."
   "So I'm un-grounded."
   "Yes."
   "Effective immediately?"
   "No. I'm gonna run it by your dad when he gets home. All the facts..."
   "You mean, the prosecutor..."
   "Yes, but he'll be like seeking for an appeal, I'm gonna meet him in my
'chambers' later tonight and you're gonna have my decision by tomorrow
morning."
   "Ok."
   "Before the court adjourn I must warn you that though all charges
against you are being dropped, it doesn't mean I approve your behavior,
right?"
   "Yes, ma'am."
   "And from now on, I demand you walk strictly on the justice side. If you
ever happen to find something that doesn't belong to you ever again... You
go straight to the police, or me, or your dad. Do you understand?"
   "Yes, your honor."
   "And you may stay here in your room. Until further notice, you're still
grounded."

   Oh yeah, mom was awesome. The role-model son strikes back! Josh happily
didn't mention today's threat. That would jeopardize his case entirely. Now
back to the reality, he thought he should search for the Mississippi law
and figure out what kind of crime Shawn or Andrew might have commited that
would be suitable for capital punishment. That was so crazy. Shawn couldn't
be a criminal. But maybe that Andrew was. Was he? Do I really know Shawn?
He thought he knew Matt so well before, but Matt did that to him...

------

   Chad was waiting for Matt next to his Mustang when he finally emerged
from the school building. He was talking to Paul and when he said goodbye
he thought he saw Paul's eyes with a different look he couldn't
identify. Clearly it takes time to understand a person's eye
expression. Matt would not know it but Paul was jealous of his 'friend'
meeting with another boy. Paul would be devastated if he knew Matt was
meeting Chad to do basically things they did the day before and that Paul
hoped they would do again this afternoon. But what you don't see can't
actually hurt you, right? At least it's what they say.

   Being with Chad meant one thing for Matt, they were going to do
stuff. As soon as they were out of the school's lot, Chad reached for
Matt's hand and placed it on his hard rock cock. Matt didn't mind being
Chad's go-to guy whenever he wanted to get off. He was up for that and
quickly managed to unzip Chad's jeans, allowing his piece of boy pride to
come out for some fresh air. What our horny boy really wanted was to get
down on Chad's cock immediately but, you know, out in broad day light, with
the Mustang top down... It was a non-starter. He just handled that dick
instead.
   "Where are we going, Chad?"
   "I don't know... Are your folks at home?"
   "Yup, they are... What about your place?"
   "Nope... It's crowded too. I think we'll have to go to the woods
again... What do you think?"
   "Fine by me."

   Comparing to how nice Paul treated him the day before, Matt was selling
himself too cheap for this jock. But, well, a cock lover boy when holding
one in his hand will not think things straight, all he can think
is... Really, the cock he has in his hands and how desperately he wants it
in his mouth. You get the feeling, right?

   They got real quick to a nice spot to have their adventure, Chad seemed
to know where to find the perfect spots to have fun. Chad kissed Matt
briefly but he really wanted something else and just pushed Matt's head
down to his cock. All in all it's not the best way to treat the boy who's
about to suck your cock, but then again, Matt already knew Chad was not big
in caring about someone else's feelings as long as he was getting what he
wanted. And, in all fairness Matt was getting something he liked either.
   Blowjob seems to be a pretty limited 'sport', since it involves your
mouth and someone's cock, but as the time passed and Matt gained more
mileage in practicing it, he felt like he was getting better responses
whenever he did it. For instance, he drove Chad to the stars in broad day
light with the way he worked down on the boy. Lips were used to press the
length of the shaft as he went up and down and when sucking the head, he
really sucked it. Matt also worked on speed variations, sometimes slower,
just allowing Chad to feel his mouth devouring every inch of the cock. Ok,
not many inches to be devoured, but still, regardless of the size of the
tool it fulfilled its purpose. After slowly treating the damned cock, he
would go in a hyper fast mode, making his face slam onto Chad's crotch, and
when with a mouthful of cock, he still managed to use his tongue to lick
the base of the shaft. Who knew sucking would be such a science. All in the
name of performing the best blowjob ever. Chad was the perfect Guinea-pig.
   One downside of Chad on this day, is the fact that the boy, well,
there's no easy way to say it, he didn't think of washing his cock, he'd
came in the play with the scent of a boy who's just been through a whole
busy day in school. At first, Matt was a little turned down by that but,
man, suddenly it made him feel even more into it, the weirdest sensation of
sucking this jock... This real jock cock, sweat and all... He knew that
smell from himself, but on Chad's cock, damn it! It was fucking good and it
brought him to perform his service with even more passion.
   Chad seemed to be in no hurry of shooting his load, and couldn't care
less if anybody would see them in that dirt road near the woods that would
go up until Georgetown County. Matt, given the circumstances, had no
problem either, no one would see him there. The problem is, Matt was
getting tired, his jaw felt sore and he wanted Chad to hold his end of the
bargain, the one where he'd flood his mouth with his warm man juice. In
order to achieve that, Matt tried a more aggressive approach and worked
mostly on the head of the cock while jerked it off simultaneously. Matt had
a firm grip on the shaft and his movements were so strong and bold that
Chad couldn't hold back a pleasure moan when Matt's actions started to
produce effects. Matt felt the head swell and swell, and the cock in his
hand felt even harder... Chad was now almost screaming when he hit the top
of his ecstasy and let it out... Talk about a whole load of cum! Matt
extracted from him pretty much all he had got. Seriously... The spurts kept
coming as Matt was storing it in his mouth and then he opened his mouth,
showing Chad what a big shooter he was before swallowing the whole thing.
   Chad was breathless. He reached the glove compartment for a pack of
cigs, Menthol Marlboro, and offered it to Matt. Why not, right? Matt
thought and, what the hell, he was no stranger to cigarettes. The classic
completion of sex, the smoke afterwards... The Marlboro man would be so
proud. That is, if he hadn't died long before due to his smoking. Actually
four Marlboro men died from smoking-related diseases. Not that it was a
concern right now to Matt and Chad, two young kids who were just enjoying
their youth and freedom.
   Chad dragged on and let out a big cloud.
   "Matt, that was freaking good man. I think that was the best one you
ever gave me..."
   Matt just smiled. What else could he do?

------

   Josh was out in the front lawn dealing with some undesired weeds that
insisted on growing when Shawn walked by, coming from school. He didn't
want to deal with Shawn right now, obviously, because he was still shocked
by what he heard earlier but, he couldn't just ignore him.
   "Hey, Josh. How was the mess when you arrived?"
   "Actually it was all tidied up. Mrs. Blat got a bunch of women together
to help. They also helped your father in your place."
   "Nasty stuff we got ourselves into, huh?"
   "Yeah... Looks like. But some of us are really used to dealing with
nasty stuff."
   "Oh, yeah..." Shawn didn't know what Josh was talking about.
   "Shawn... Uh, I gotta go inside..."
   "Oh, ok... See you later."
   "Sure."

   No, he didn't want to see him later, although he knew it was just a
figure of speech. Nevertheless, he didn't want to see Shawn, not until he
could figure out whether what that man said was true or not.
   Back in the house, Josh got up to his room and went online searching for
Mississippi law and rulings on death penalty and at first he was surprised
that there were so many crimes that people could commit. He wished John
Grisham could come out of the book and help him see something in the middle
of so many things listed for that state. Interestingly enough
"non-consensual sodomy" was punishable with death penalty. Those folks
really like to protect their asses... That one stood alongside with any
robbery, rape, arson, burglary, kidnapping, hijacking, sexual assault, rape
of a child under 12. Oh wait! Raping a kid above the age of 12 was not
punishable with death penalty? Is non-consensual sodomy more heinous than
raping a 13-year-old? Is that really what those Mississippi guys were
trying to say? Really? Go figure what goes around in the Magnolia state.
   Josh soon was bored and left the law aside and laid in his bed with his
thoughts for a while. Shawn could have committed just about any crime. Josh
did not find a law on sending minors to the death row. That didn't seem
right.

   About that time, Mark White-Robertson, was making calls to people in
Gulfport, searching news papers, contacting whoever might know about
whatever crime committed by someone named Andrew. Since January so many
Andrews have committed crimes. Finding a one that matched Shawn's
description could not be easy.

   When Mr. Hunter, or whatever was his real name, entered the house, he
hoped he would find his son back already. Shawn was in the house indeed but
he feared they would end up in a discussion all over again... Not what the
father had in mind. He knocked at Shawn's door.
   "What is it, Michael Hunter?"
   "I wanna talk to you, son."
   "Didn't you make your point of view clear enough yesterday?"
   "Seriously, Shawn, I wanna talk to you. I come in peace."

   Shawn unlocked and opened the door. The locks in this house were really
tricky to get through. He waved his left hand as a sign to his father to
walk in.
   "Son... I want to apologize to you."
   "Come again?"
   "I am sorry. I overreacted yesterday, I said stuff I shouldn't
have... Can you forgive me?"
   The son did not say a word, he stood there looking at his father.
   "Silent treatment?"
   "No... I was just thinking of something to say... I mean, of course I
forgive you... I have to apologize as well, I guess."
   "No need, son... We're all under a lot of pressure here. You with the
new school, trying to make new friends, I'm struggling to get work
here... People are not willing to hire contractors with this economic
uncertainty..."
   "It's ok dad... I think we both overreacted."
   "But you 'do' agree with me that what you did was pretty reckless, don't
you?"
   "Yes, but, I thought we could have a 'rainy day fund', you know?"
   "I haven't heard the whole thing. Would you mind telling me?"

   Shawn didn't really want to talk about that but, in all fairness, dad
made the first move by apologizing. He might as well tell him how that
whole story took place.

------

   Paul dropped by Matt's place and made a nice compliment on his
perfume. Charming, this young boy, huh?
   He started his mother's car and slowly pulled away. He placed his hand
on Matt's thigh, while they talked where they should go.
   "I don't know what you think about it but my dad has a storage place for
files he no longer uses in his office. Actually it's his old office... What
do you think of us going there? I mean, we could have some privacy, you
know?"
   "I love the idea."
   "Really?"

   Matt placed his hand over Paul's, looked at him and smiled. The driving
boy took his eyes out of the road just in time to see that smile... Oh,
boy... That smile hit him right in the very unknown spot in his brain,
making Paul feel so good, releasing a whole load of those hormones that
make us feel good. Of course Paul wasn't aware of this many chemical
reactions Matt's smile unleashed in him, all he knew is he would be so
delighted if he could see that smile every day.
   They parked in front of dad's old office in a backstreet near Main
Street. Once inside, Paul made sure the blinds were closed and embraced a
very surprised Matt, kissing him. Much unlike Chad's, Paul's action was
more romantic-felt, warm, caring... Reminded him of when he had been with
Josh. What a sweet kisser! The boys moved on to a room in the back where
Mr. Sardington had a comfortable couch he used to rest after lunch. Not
much 'resting' on this couch tonight. Matt unbuttoned the nice shirt Paul
chose to meet him and ran his eager hands all over his chest then reached
for the bulge in his pants. The 'newbie' followed and threw away Matt's
shirt. This boy had a packed volume to make whatever boy jealous. Indeed.
   After a long making out session Matt had to deal with Paul's
belt. Here's a tip: whenever you're meeting a boy and your goal is to,
eventually, let go of your pants, please, avoid a belt. Seriously, it's
unnecessary and is not good for the 'sex timing', much like in comedy,
timing is important. Now back to Matt. He struggled to get through the belt
and Paul had to assist him. Matt loved Paul's choice in underwear. Very
nice. He knelt before this lovely boy and kissed his cock, still covered,
and bit it slightly before pulling said underwear down leaving Paul
completely naked, with his nicely built body and his hard cock pointing
right to Matt's mouth. Nothing else needed to be said, as Matt engulfed it
and worked it all the way in. Moans were heard in the office, Paul was once
more taken to heaven by his former pal, now... Well, now he didn't really
know what Matt was to him and he was in no rush to put a label on it. Just
enjoying the moment with him.
   It was not fair, Josh be the only one completely naked and Paul wanted
to fix it right away and he did while Matt left his cock to get some
air. He pulled the boy up and kissed him while he worked down on his pants
unbuttoning and unzipping. Matt didn't wear a belt, much easier that
way. The underwear joined the jeans on the floor and Paul knew exactly what
he wanted: he wanted to suck cock. If he thought about what he was about to
do, he would have second thoughts. Me? Giving a blowjob? To a guy?
Fortunately it didn't happen and he had a great time sucking Matt's 8 inch
piece of manhood. That was so wonderful, the skin, the hotness, grabbing
the balls while he was at that. It was official, Paul Sardington was now a
big fag and he couldn't care less. He was just doing what he felt like.
   Matt wanted to take this to the next step, which was pretty much a
"let's have sex" thing but instead, he worked things on Paul's own time,
whenever he was ready, Matt would be too.
   Oh and he was ready. Paul wanted it so bad!

   Matt was laid on the couch and Paul came on top of him. He stared at
that naked body before his eyes for a couple of seconds, long enough so the
image would be printed in the back of his mind, to be retrieved to warm
himself in whatever lonely night he might have in the future. Paul didn't
exactly know how to do it, although it was not rocket science, and he let
Matt know that.
   "Relax... I'm sure you'll do just fine... I just wanna be with you..."

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   The next day while driving Philip and Shawn to school, Josh talked
mostly to Philip, he would only dare to utter Shawn some words if he
couldn't avoid it. Shawn clearly noticed something was wrong though the
couldn't think of anything. School was the same thing, Josh couldn't
disguise his discomfort for being around Shawn not knowing whether he was a
cold blooded killer, rapist... He had all the craziest ideas.

   Paul Sardington after being with Matt, thought about him when he went to
bed, and the way the sex was amazing, the way the sex felt great, the way
it was so freaking tight and hot. Oh, right... He was hard now. When you're
in the classroom, it's really not the moment to get a boner. Matt noticed
that, for he was sitting right beside Paul.
   "I guess I am..." He whispered when Matt asked.
   "Why? Physics are not that exciting."
   "Well, but you are!"

   Matt blushed.

   "Oh, you were thinking about last night, weren't you?"
   "Well, I haven't stopped thinking about that!"
   "Meet me in the bathroom after this class..."
   "Why?"
   "Just meet me."

   Josh checked his phone every now and then, maybe Richard Desbordes would
have something for him, but no, not a text, not a missed call... Nothing.

   Matt left the classroom quickly after the teacher dismissed the class
and went straight to the bathroom on the main hall. Paul stored his books
in the locker and went there too. The next class was about to start and
still no sign of Matt. The door of the last stall opened and Matt nodded
for him to come over.
   "It's too risky, Matt!"
   "Living is too risky... Now come here and kiss me my big boy..."

   All it takes to make a boy go crazy and reckless is a little amount of
hormones and Paul let go of the fear of being caught in the school's
bathroom.
   Matt lowered his pants a little, and turned himself back. Paul had his
first ass fucking about 12 hours before and now he was about to have his
first quickie. This time he was more confident on how to do it and as Matt
bent over a little he knew his game was on and he slowly slid his cock in
that waiting hole. Strong, bold, intense... And ultimately quick. Good
enough for a school day.
   They both were late for next period. Luckily they were not in the same
class. That would've been awkward.

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   Josh parked back in Ruby Street and before Shawn said his goodbye he had
to ask.
   "What's going on, Josh? You've been acting strange the whole day... And
yesterday too."
   "Nothing, Shawn... I'm just, uh... Worried."
   "About what?"
   "Stuff."
   "Stuff?"
   "Yeah... I'll let you know if you can help me out with that, ok?"
   "Uh, ok... I was really gonna say that."

   Dammit Josh! Can't you fake it? Josh thought to himself as he walked
through the door. Right about that time his phone rang.
   "Oh, hello, Mr. Desbordes. I was just thinking about you..."
   "I can imagine you really wanna know what happened back in Mississippi."
   "Yes, I do. It's eating me alive."
   "Do you want it through the phone?"
   "Is it bad?"
   "It's not good."
   "Oh, man!"
   "Listen, let's do this: I'm going to Mt. Pleasant right now. Why don't
we meet at that Pancake Place nearby your house?"
   "Sounds good."
   "Forty minutes I'll be there, ok?"
   "Sure. I'll be waiting."

   Those forty minutes really dragged, Josh left the house walking given it
was just few blocks away and ordered a milkshake while he waited for
Desbordes.

      "Hi Josh."
   "Hey, Mr. Desbordes. I'm going crazy here, I wanna know everything."
   "Well, what I have to say is not the nicest thing ever."
   "Ok, I'm here bracing myself."
   "I'm gonna go straight to the point, all right? No sugar coating, no
euphemisms, ok?"
   "Sure."
   "Let's see."

   Richard pulled from his backpack a brief.

   "Here, that's all I got from Shawn. Actually, Andrew Perret."
   "French."
   "Yes... I got a lot of things here from them, son and father."
   "Thank you very much, Mr. Desbordes. I believe you read this, didn't
you?"
   "Yes, I did."
   "Could you run the important facts before I die here?"
   "Sure... Shawn is wanted for attempted murder."
   "Oh, shit."
   "Two counts."
   "Crap!"
   "The case is solid."
   "Ok... So, is he looking at death penalty?"

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End of chapter 17.
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