Date: Mon, 4 Oct 2010 08:00:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Randy Howard <randyhoward2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Desire of the Ages / Incest/ Chapter 3

Desire!
By
Randy Howard

Chapter Three

This chapter begins with an intense rape scene. So if this is a problem for
you, please skip over it. I in no way, shape or form, condone this kind of
abuse to anyone, much less a child. Randy

Previously in chapter two:

Evan lay in his bed, also naked, and thought about how his life had changed
ever since he came to live with Hunter.

"I know that men sometimes get angry, and that doesn't mean that they are
going to beat me," he whispered, remembering how vicious his father was to
him.

He smiled, thinking of Hunter and him in the pool that afternoon, and he
even chuckled about how Hunter had quickly got out of the pool when he had
pressed his ass back against Hunter's hard cock.

"He wants me," he said softly, "and to be honest, I want him also," Evan
thought, rolling over in his bed, hugging his pillow and falling to sleep.

Evan dreamed, his father was standing in his bedroom doorway, smelling of
booze and with that look on his face.

"Oh God no...," he yelled out in sheer panic.

Now chapter three:

"Dad you're home," Evan said in shock, surprised to see His father standing
there.

His father inserted a key into the door's lock, gives it a turn, and places
the key on the dresser top by the door.  Evan sprung from his bed and
slowly backed away as his father walked towards him. Once his back was
against the bed, His father pushed him down onto the bed. He literally tore
his pajama top off Evan, before reaching for the bottoms and ripping them
off him also, along with his underwear, and stood back to examine his boy.

"I told you boy to go to bed naked, but do you listen to me," his father
screamed, Evan was lying on the bed trembling, knowing that his father was
going to beat and rape him.

His mind raced in a million directions as his father sat down on the bed
between Evan's spread legs, which draped over the side of the bed.  He
slowly guided his masculine hands up Evan's young legs, and kneaded the
inner thighs of Evan's legs, working himself up to what he was about to do
to Evan.

"Please don't do this to me Dad," he asked, as he remembered those previous
nights when his father raped him, but his hands continued to glide closer
to young cock.  "No Daddy... please stop," he cried out, but his words went
ignored, and His father grabbed his cock in his hand.

"We both know how much you fags love this, and still you beg me to stop
boy?" he asked, twisting Evan's cock and slapping it.

"Daddy please stop, I don't want to do this... you're hurting me Daddy," he
cried out, as he pushed his father away, his nails cutting his father on
the chest.

"So you want to play rough do you," His father asked, slapping Evan across
the face with aggressive force.

"Please don't hit me Daddy. Please Daddy...just leave me alone and don't
hurt me no more," he begged crying hard and uncontrollably, his arms across
his young face to protect him.

"You'll do as I say faggot," His father said and struck the boy with his
fist, catching Evan just below his left eye.

"Please stop, don't beat me," he yelled at His father, his arms still
raised up, covering his face and his father grabs Evan by his arm, and hit
him again in the face, smirking at him.

His father grabbed Evan's leg; Evan cringed as his father's warm hands
moved along his leg. Evan pulled his leg away by the reaction, but his
father pulled it back, rubbing his leg aggressively.

"Are you ready to concede your body to me slut," His father asked and Evan
felt him get on the bed, his knee forcing Evan's legs apart.

"Yes Daddy," he said reluctantly, "but just don't hit me any
more...please," he begged, feeling his father's putrid breath on his neck.

"As long as you do as you're told boy, Daddy won't have to hit you until
later." His father whispered in Evan's ear, and Evan wanted to puke from
the scent of his father's breath.  "Now on your stomach boy, you know how
Daddy loves to fuck you like this," he said still whispering, but his voice
still held its tone of threatening.

Evan reluctantly turned onto his stomach, as he resigned himself to the
fact that his father was going to rape him... again.

"Please help me God," he prayed mentally when he felt His father climb on
top of him.  "Oh God no..." was all he could get out, when he felt his
father's cock press against his hole.

Evan took in a deep breath, grabbed the sheets in his fists, when he felt
the cock pushing demandingly against his hole, he closed his eyes and his
father's cock slid all the way in.

"Oh stop Daddy... please stop... it hurts," he cried out in pain, and his
father slapped him hard, refusing to show the boy mercy.

"Remember boy, you were the one to start playing rough," he whispered into
Evan's ear.  "You are going to learn the meaning of the word obedience fag
boy," and he bit him on the neck, drawing blood.

His father was not a little man, and neither was his cock.  He would brag
when he was in the Marines, that hard, his cock reached ten inches and was
as big around as his wrist.  His father's body lay on top of Evan like a
great rock had been placed on his back. His father used all of his weight
to press down on the boy, just as his cock was thrusting deep into Evan's
tender ass.  He pushed his hips down on Evan's ass with such force, that
the force was expelling the air from Evan's lungs. Evan cried out with a
pain-filled groan as his father's cock bottomed with each thrust deep into
his ass.

"No more Daddy....... please stop," he cried out in pain, but his words
went unheard as his father refuses to yield.

He slammed his cock deeper into Evan's ass until he had the boy crying
profusely, and Evan hadn't the strength to resist.  Evan's ass was so full
of his father's hard cock that the boy screamed with each thrust of his
father's hips down on him. Evan surrendered the battle... yet again.

"Next time boy you'll listen to Daddy, when I comes in for you, won't you
boy," his father said inches from Evan's ear, Evan struggled to get out
from under his father, and his cock out of his ass.

"Why you're getting up you fucking ungrateful fag, I thought that you had
conceded the battle and was enjoying it," he raged in anger. "But you are
going to learn that this Marine means business," he said, viciously
thrusting his cock into the boy's ass, showing him no mercy as he fucked
him hard and savagely, until his climax approached.

He thrusts harder, deeper, grabbing a fistful of Evan's hair as he blasted
the boy's tortured insides with his cum, never once showing the boy mercy
from his attack.

"Now the finishing touch slutty boy," he said, as he removed his cock from
Evan's ass, flipped him over onto his back, and he slapped the boy's face
hard several times, as he taught him who the boss of his sorry life was.

Evan lay there still, unable to register his pain any longer as his father
beat him with unbridled anger.

"I can't feel your beatings anymore mister," Evan said sarcastically,
hoping to get his father away from him.

But it had the opposite affect, his father came off the wall in anger, and
with fists that felt like they were made of steel, he beat Evan nearly into
unconsciousness.

Evan screamed out in his sleep, crying from the pain of it, and Hunter came
rushing in, forgetting to throw clothes on. Hunter's concern was only for
Evan's safety.

"Evan, wake up...it's only a nightmare son," Hunter said, his voice
comforting as he pulled the boy to him.

"No... No.... No.... get away from me... you're hurting me," Evan screamed,
his thoughts still wrapped in his sub-conscious state, he struggled hard to
get away from Hunter's grip. "No more Daddy... I can't take any more," Evan
yelled, catching Hunter's chin with his fist.

"Shhhh......." Hunter said softly, rubbing the boys back, "your Daddy is
gone son and I've got you," he whispered.

Evan calmed down, awake, his breathing heavy, and then he wrapped his arms
around Hunter.

"It was so real, my Daddy had raped me, and when he was finished, he beat
me Hunter," Evan said looking up at Hunter, his eyes wet with tears.

"No one is ever going to hurt you again sweetie, I've got you and I'll give
my life to protect you," Hunter assured him, holding Evan tightly to his
chest, his nose resting in the boy's hair.

His scent was pure, intoxicating, and Hunter drew in Evan's scent. He meant
every word that he had spoken to Evan, and he would lay his life down to
ensure Evan's safety.

"Now go to sleep son, I'll sit with you until you're asleep," he promised,
but Evan struggled to get up, he needed air, the cool air of the night.

"I need to go outside... I want to walk," he said, getting up and grabbing
his shorts and a tee shirt.

"Then let me get dressed, and we can go over to the lake, we can walk on
the beach where no one can bother us," Hunter said and quickly left Evan to
dress.

"I'd rather go over to Forest Park Dad, it should be deserted this time of
night," Evan said, standing in Hunter's bedroom doorway, Evan watched as
Hunter pulled up his jeans, tucked his enormous cock into the confines of
the denim.

"If that is what you want son," Hunter agreed, while buttoning up his
shirt.

***

Hunter drove over to the park, entering through a gate that only the police
used. The moon was full and bright, illuminating the park with a romantic,
seductive glow. Hunter closed his lights, knowing that they would alert his
fellow officers that someone was there, when the park was closed. He parked
his truck off the road where it would be hidden from prying eyes.

They got out and Evan instinctively took Hunter's strong hand, wanting the
security, and the warmth of the man who he was placing his trust in for his
safety.

Evan averted his eyes as they walked along the empty path hand in hand.
Hunter was so intensely male, moved so fluidly. Evan found himself wanting
to brush wave of Hunter's hair, to smooth the line from his face. Hunter's
mouth so perfect, Evan glanced at him, his young heart was filling with
love and desire for this man, his man.

Evan's lips tingled, softened, aching to feel Hunter's. 'What he did to me,
that I cannot think, breathe, but only hold visions of him making love to
me,' Evan thought, his mind pushing aside all remembrance of Hunter's
anger, and replacing it with Hunter's love for him, and make him happy.

"Are you alright son," Hunter asked, concerned about Evan's silence.

'There it is, the sound of his voice when he talks to me, it's so soft,
sexy, and intimate as sin,' Evan thought. "I'm fine Dad, I'm just enjoying
the night, the quiet... and just being here with you," he confided, taking
a chance on letting his feelings show to the one man that was driving him
crazy with desire.

Hunter flashed a smile at him and Evan felt his instant response, his cock
hardened. Hunter brushed against him while they walked, the slightest of
movements, yet it set Evan's heart pounding and sent tiny tongues of fire
flickering over his skin. Evan's palms itched to feel the hard muscles of
Hunter's body, to run his hands over his chest, his belly, letting his
fingers seek through the thick fur that covered the area. Evan glanced over
at Hunter's jeans, at the material that was stretched so tight. Evan ached
to stroke and caress, to slide his mouth over Hunter's manhood just to see
his reaction, to hear his groan. He could think of nothing else.

Evan's chest ached for Hunter's touch, his tongue, and between his legs
where his hidden treasure laid, a liquid heat gathered in
anticipation. Evan's clothes felt tight, far too tight. Evan wondered what
Hunter would do if he suddenly yanked off his shirt and offered him his
chest, his nipples, right there in the park. All that Evan could think
about was Hunter, his hard body, his hands as they moved across his
skin. The way he said the most comforting things to sooth him, so to wash
away his nightmares and leave behind a feeling of security in him, which
warmed him and went straight to his young heart. Everything about Hunter
was extraordinary to Evan, and he was consumed by a sudden need to hold
him, touch, and kiss every inch of him.

The old ice skating house appeared in front of them, deserted, and no
longer in use until winter.

"I remember this place, I use to skate here with my mom," Evan said. "I
remember seeing a man take a key for the door from its hiding place," Evan
pointed to a spot over the door and Hunter reached up, finding the key
there.

"Shall we?" Hunter asked, holding the key up, as if daring the boy.

"Yes we shall," Evan said, his voice was husky, sexy, a blatant
invitation. "I am sure we can find something to do," he said, taking the
key from Hunter

The building was dark, deserted, and lit only by the moonlight that
filtered in through several skylights. The silence was broken only by their
beating hearts that seemed to echo in the room. Evan turned to Hunter, his
small hand brushing his face. His hand found his hair unerringly, Evan's
fingers tunneling in the thick strands.

A soft sound escaped Hunter's throat, "Evan, you have to stop before there
is no going back for us. I am no angel as you know, and I can read every
word that your body is saying and damn it son, what you are doing to my
body is nothing less than a sin." Hunter's thumbs softly stroked caresses
over his cheek, his jaw, and traced the outline of Evan's lips.

"Really?" his hands tugged at Hunter's shirt until it was free from his
jeans.

Immediately Evan's palms slid over Hunter's chest, his fingers weaving
through his thick hair and softly caressing, and then tweaking, his hard
nubs that were erect and dying for attention. He traced with his fingers,
every defined muscle, Evan was aching for Hunter.

"I've always thought sinning was enticing and an invitation to..." Evan
ended abruptly; there was a definite invitation in his voice. Blatantly
seductive and it didn't go unnoticed by Hunter.

Hunter's hands bunched in Evan's hair...drew his head back so that his
glittering green eyes raked Evan's face. "I hunger for you Evan, hunger
deeply. You cannot touch me like this and not expect me to react. It's like
a raw craving in my blood, my mind, my heart and I know it is there for all
time, and its there for you." Hunter looked deep into the glacier blue eyes
of the boy in his arms and whispered. "Do you know how I have dreamt about
you, not knowing your name, but seeing your beautiful face? How many times
I have woken in the night alone without you, needing you, your love, warmth
your body beside me, and to hear your voice telling me `I love you'?"
Hunter needed this boy, his mind, his body and most of all his love.

"I did the same Hunter," Evan said softly, his eyes meeting Hunter's
steadily. "Each time my father would come into my room and beat me into
submission, each time that he took my body and raped me, I was thinking of
you, your face, your protective arms, and your voice telling me you were
here and no more was my father going to hurt me. But like you, I didn't
know a name to go with the face, but I knew I would find you Hunter."

Evan didn't flinch away from Hunter's concentration of sheer passion that
had gathered in Hunter's eyes. "Hunter," he whispered his name, leaning
forward to press his face against Hunter's chest. Evan pulled back,
unbuttoned Hunter's shirt and slid it over his shoulders, letting it drop
to the floor before pressing his face back.

Hunter couldn't bear even the thinnest of materials separating their
bodies. Hunter, in the heat of the moment, pulled Evan's shirt up and over
his head, tossing it over to rest with his own shirt on the floor. His
palms slid gently over Evan's bare flesh, tracing the delicate line of his
chest. Hunter's breath escaped his lungs in a long rush as he gently rolled
Evan's nipples, his thumbs gently stroking them. The heat and hunger that
Hunter felt was strong brought on by Evan's erotic touches, his words and
simply by being beside him.

Evan was handsome, no he was beautiful, inside and out. It was exciting and
arousing to know that Evan wanted Hunter so badly, that he knew exactly
what he wanted and would demand it of Hunter.

Evan reveled in his right to touch Hunter's body, to be able to bring him
to a firestorm of need so that Hunter burned for him in the same way that
he burned for Hunter. Hunter's touch on Evan's bare skin was torment and
pleasure. When Hunter slowly bent his head to find Evan's chest with the
heat of his moist mouth, Evan trembled with an urgency he had never known
before. His fingers crushed Hunter's hair, holding Hunter to him.

"It's as if there is too much feeling, I don't know if I can survive it."
Hunter's hands were shaping Evan's body, pushing aside his clothes while
his palms and fingers lingered and savored, stroked and caressed.

"You were made for me Evan, made for loving me," Hunter whispered. "Just as
I was made for you sweet boy," he added, his breath caressing Evan's neck,
and he bent lower to lick Evan's flat stomach, which had the hint of a
six-pack forming.

He pulled Evan over to a counter in the room and easily lifted him onto it,
seating him on the edge.

"You were made for long nights, Evan, long lazy nights of making love."

Hunter's hands caressed Evan's thighs, and he pressed his palm to his small
balls, the other taking his marvelous cock and Evan's body clenched and
shuddered with pleasure from his touch. Hunter dipped his head lower so
that his hair brushed Evan's sensitive thighs and a soft moan escaped
Evan's throat.

Evan cried out at the first touch of Hunter's warm breath, the first lap of
his tongue as it slowly caressed, circled the silky head of Evan's cock.

"Do you know what you taste like?" Hunter asked the question softly,
intimately, his voice scorched the very core of Evan's body.

Evan could feel his body winding tighter and tighter, pleasure building in
force and intensity so that the release rushed over him with such power he
could only clutch Hunter's hair as wave after wave swamped him.

"Hunter." He said his name, breathed his name, and drew the masculine scent
of Hunter into his lungs. "Hunter."

"We are just getting started beautiful one," Hunter answered softly,
raising his head to smile at him.

Hunter was so handsome, sinfully so, and so perfect for him. Evan could
feel lust burning in his throat, desire just waiting to be unleashed. There
in the night, that night that called to something passionate, trusting and
wild in them.

Evan looked at Hunter with eyes burning with desire, hot, urgent, and
demanding. Hunter had waited so long for his eyes to look at him like
that. Hunter was driving all traces of sanity from Evan's mind, replacing
it with frenzied passion. Evan could think of nothing but having Hunter's
body buried deeply inside his. Hunter, as if reading Evan's mind, pushed
against his rosebud, and then he slowly inserted his finger, all the time
watching Evan's face, watching the pleasure wash over him as the boy's
tight sheath clenched around his finger, Evan's face wanting more, wanting
Hunter's manhood.

"It is not enough," There was a smile in his voice; he bent his head to
taste his sweet boyhood, enveloping it with his hot mouth, even as his
finger slowly eased out. Two fingers stretched Evan, pushed deep so that he
gasped with pleasure. "And still it's not enough," There was pure masculine
satisfaction in his voice, on his face, as he prepared the boy for him.

Hunter could feel it again, the hot pressure, molten lava building and
building until Evan's entire body was in danger of exploding. Hunter pushed
into Evan, caressed, and stroked, his tongue and mouth teasing and urging
Evan closer to his edge, as Hunter worked the boy's cock.  Evan danced on
the very edge of his climax.

"This is what I want sweetheart, cum for me. I want to taste it, feel it
and let it fill my mouth, that sweet elixir of life." Hunter's voice
softened, went husky, "Cum for me Evan my love... just let it go," Hunter
retook the boy's cock, swallowing it down fully, gliding effortlessly up
and down on the shaft, all the while his fingers prepared him.

With a choking cry Evan let himself be taken over the edge, his body
clenching and spiraling out of control. Hunter's mouth heightened the
effect, tightening around the head, bringing Evan to an endless climax that
seemed to go on forever and yet, was not long enough. Evan closed his eyes
and just gave himself up to the pure feeling, to the beauty of Hunter's
hands and mouth, doing merciless things that only made the fire hotter in
Evan. Evan was writhing now, his hips unable to stay still beneath the
assault on his senses. Hunter's fingers thrusting deep into Evan, so that
he could ready the boy for his manhood that would set the two of them on
fire.

Evan could feel Hunter's mounting desire, the way his body burned and
ached, his cock hardening to the point of pain. Hunter's hands were
becoming rougher, more demanding, and Evan reveled in the thought of his
own loss of control.

"I want you inside me, Hunter," Evan murmured softly, a demand. "I want
your cock in me, and I don't want you to treat me like some porcelain doll
that will break either, make me yours Hunter, I'm all yours," Evan said it
deliberately; know what it would do to Hunter, to his body, knowing Hunter
was caught up in the same storm of fire that he was.

Evan looked beyond Hunter to a bank of mirrors, saw Hunter's perfectly
formed masculine body, the defined muscles, the deep shiny auburn hair that
almost glowed in the moonlight and Evan's cock erupted again, an explosion
of such force it rocked him, shook him, so that he cried out with the fury
of it, driving Hunter's mouth on faster until he has surrendered all.

"Hunter... now... right now I want you in me," Evan cried, his body rocking
to the aftershocks of his climax.

Hunter looked around quickly and found the perfect spot where the moonlight
was filtering into the deserted cabin. "On the floor, where I can go deep,
I want to be so deep inside of you; you will never get me out." The
admission was torn from him as he dragged Evan from the counter and laid
him on the carpet. Hunter followed Evan down, needing Evan so much he was
thick, hard and aching with urgency.

Evan lifted his legs, his hips to meet Hunter as he surged forward,
penetrating Evan, filling him, Evan's body slick, wet, and hot, coiling his
legs around Hunter tightly. His breath escaped; Hunter's did also. The rush
was addicting and complete, Hunter caught Evan's hips in his hands and set
a rhythm, using hard, long, and sure strokes that drove his cock deeper and
deeper into Evan, almost to the boy's soul.

Evan turned his head to look at them in the mirror, to see the beauty of
their bodies coming together in perfect rhythm. Hunter's ass moving
gracefully up and down as he drove his hard cock deep into Evan, the sight
of it drove Evan onward, once more it had him dancing on the edge. Hunter's
face was etched with concentration, with ecstasy, and with total
focus. Evan knew what Hunter wanted before he did every small adjustment of
his body so Hunter could penetrate even deeper, filling Evan until they
were both gasping with the pleasure of it. Evan lifted his head, watching
Hunter intently as he flicked Hunter's chest with his tongue, and lapped at
a bead of moisture. Hunter's hands tightened, his body clenched, Evan's
teeth nipped Hunter's nipples gently, and then bit them, driving Hunter
insane with the intense pleasure of it.

"I'm gonna burn up!" Hunter's voice was nearly pleading, a command, and a
plea, a husky and sensual caress. Evan rewarded Hunter with more taunting
of his nipples as white lightning arched between them and set them on
fire. Evan's body was no longer his own, but Hunter to do with whatever he
needed, whatever he wanted. Hunter's body also belonged to Evan, a fair
exchange when Evan was crying out with yet another climax, soaring into
space, riding the waves of ecstasy that flowed over, and through his body.

Hunter went with him, shouting Evan's name to the heavens, as his body
surged forward, inward, thrusting his cock so far in that he half expected
to come out of Evan's mouth, it was in so deep. He shot his hot volleys of
seed, shooting right along with Evan as their hearts pounded out the same
rhythm together, and each were gasping for air.

Spent and exhausted, Hunter held Evan close to him, bracing himself with
one hand to keep his weight from crushing the boy.

"Are you alright son?" he asked gently, brushing Evan's hair with his free
hand, his gaze searching Evan's closely.

"More than alright, it was beautiful beyond words. I wanted you Hunter. You
were so careful of me," Evan said as he traced Hunter's mouth with a
fingertip. "I would not be lying beneath you, your body in mine, unless it
was exactly what I desired." He said, and Evan could see the guilt on
Hunter's face.

Hunter bent his head and kissed him, thoroughly, completely, it was a kiss
that melted Evan's insides and brought unexpected tears to the boy's eyes.

"I am in awe of you Evan. I thought I would never find love in my life, but
here you, loving me; you are beyond anything I could have imagined. I love
you Evan, deeply and forever love you," Hunter whispered, easing his
manhood from the boy, moving his body over to take his weight off of Evan.

"I can't believe that I am here either lover, especially with the fears and
doubts that I have about men." Evan pulled Hunter to his mouth; their kiss
was heated, long and spoke of love unbridled.

"We should be going Evan, the police will be making their rounds soon, and
I don't want to explain why I am here in the middle of the night with you
and in a park that is closed."

They hurriedly dressed, Hunter scouted out a small window to see if there
was anyone around that might see them. The coast being clear, they quickly
exited the old skate house, Evan relocked the door and placed the key back
where it came from.

***

Almost back to where he had parked his truck, Hunter grabbed Evan and they
both fell to the ground.

"What's wrong," Evan whispered, knowing that danger would be the only
reason for Hunter's actions.

"Over there by the duck pond, do you see those two shadows," Hunter asked,
pointing to where he was looking.

Evan strained his eyes to see; suddenly his eyes grew large, when he
recognized one of the people. "That's Nathan Bryant, he's another street
kid that I know," he whispered.

As Hunter and Evan watched the two, Nathan suddenly dropped his pants and
turned from the man; the man's pants were already down and he was shoving
his cock into the boy, his right hand on Nathan's shoulder while he power
drove his cock into the boy. They watched as Nathan moaned and groaned from
the assault, Nathan's hands rested on his own knees while the man was
rapidly thrusting his cock into Nathan's ass.

"I don't like this Evan," Hunter whispered. "Take my keys and go lock
yourself in the truck," he ordered the boy.

"Why Dad... all they are doing is having sex, after all, Nathan is a
hustler and they aren't doing anything that I haven't seen before," Evan
told him, and just the thought of Evan knowing so many hustlers made him
wonder just what kind of life the boy had lived before he found him.

Reluctantly Evan moved away stealthily, keeping to the shadows as he made
his way to Hunter's truck. Hunter waited a minute to give Evan time to get
away, before moving in closer to this man and Nathan. He was just feet from
them when he noticed the man had pulled a knife from his under his
shirt. He was still thrusting his cock into Nathan but his hand with the
knife was closing in slowly toward the boy's neck.

"He's going to kill the boy," a worried Hunter gasped. "Police!" Hunter
yelled, causing the man to jump, he plunged the knife into Nathan and
shoved the boy away from him.

The man quickly pulled up his pants and took off running, leaving Nathan
spread out on the ground, blood issuing from the hole that the knife had
made. Hunter knelt beside the boy, his hand pressing on the wound, and he
could hear someone running toward him. He turned defensively toward the
sound and saw Evan running toward him.

"Evan quick, in my truck under the seat is a police radio, quickly go get
it," Hunter ordered.

Evan ran off quickly to retrieve the radio, while Hunter kept the pressure
on Nathan's wound. Nathan began to come to, although disoriented; he
quickly regained his presence of mind.

"Oh God it hurts mister... please don't stab me no more, I don't wanna
die," Nathan begged, thinking that Hunter was the man that had stabbed him.

"Lay still Nathan, I've got help on the way," he said, his voice was soft
and soothing. "I'm a police officer and that man that did this is gone. Now
lay still until an ambulance gets here," he said comforting that boy, but
he could feel the fear welling up inside the boy.

"Please don't let me die," Nathan cried. "I'm just sixteen and I don't
wanna die," he added.

"I'm not going to let you die son, but I do need you to lay still. You've
lost a lot of blood, so moving is only going to cause you to lose more."

"Oh God it hurts... it really fucking hurts," Nathan cried.

"Where the fuck are you doing Evan," Hunter asked himself quietly, knowing
that the boy should have returned by now.

He was watching for Evan and trying to keep Nathan's bleeding to a minimum,
when he saw his truck coming toward him. The headlights were on high and
the truck showed no sign of stopping, Hunter grabbed Nathan, "aaaaggghhh,"
the boy screamed from the pain, as they rolled out of the path of the
truck. Hunter looked at his truck and he could see the frightened face of
Evan, duck tape over his mouth, and his eyes filled with fear and peering
out the window at him.

"Evan... oh God no," Hunter screamed, watching his life, his lover, his
son, speed away with the man that had just wounded Nathan.

To be continued...

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