Date: Wed, 1 Apr 2009 06:53:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mill Town Boys-17

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contains descriptions of imagined sexual activity between teenage boys. If
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Mill Town Boys-17

"Trucking"

The weather was unusually warm on Sunday when I picked up Trevor and we
headed out into the country for his first driving lesson. We had planned to
do it a week earlier, but after the tough time we had working out our
problems, neither of us had been in the mood. As we pulled away from the
house, Momma looked briefly out the living room window and smiled. She
didn't know what we were up to. We told her we were just going for a drive,
which was the truth, if not the whole truth. We knew she'd never approve if
she knew for sure.

"I've been waiting all week for this," Trev said with a grin as we headed
out to the junction road. We turned right and onto the plank covered bridge
spanning Miller's creek, and then further along took another right onto a
seldom used dirt road.

"That was another great game on Friday," I smiled, as I looked for a
stretch of road to get Trevor started.

"Yeah, Jeremy pulled it out again this week. That forty yard pass play was
amazing."

"I think they might even be able to go to State if Coach keeps them
focused," I said, keeping an eye out for the turn off to the old cement
plant.

"Can you imagine what Justin would do if they made the playoffs?" Trev
laughed.

"Yeah, he'd yell himself hoarse cheering for Jeremy, and probably wet his
britches doing it." I laughed, finally finding the turn.

"Here we go," I said, pulling into the abandoned factory site. "They used
to make cement here until about fifteen years ago, and then they built that
new place closer to the highway."

Trevor looked at the two huge silos, rickety steel sided factory, and
several acres of gravel strewn prairie. "They didn't leave much of
anything."

"Nope, that's why this place is perfect for you to get started." I popped
my door open and gave Trev me a look, "Ready to take over?" I grinned.

"Hell yes!" Trev laughed, and came around the back of the truck to slide
into the driver's seat.

After giving Trev all the usual instructions about where things were, and
what they did--Trevor finally telling me he already knew all that stuff--We
both buckled up and started off.

We drove slowly for a bit, making easy turns, stopping, starting, backing
up, and even pretending to park.

After maybe twenty five minutes I could tell Trev was getting bored.

"Ok, I guess I can let you try it on the road," I said cautiously, "But you
have to promise, when I say we're done, we're done!" I gave him my "you
better listen up you little dick weed," look.

"I promise," Trev said seriously.

I smiled and nodded in the direction of the County road. Trev did
everything right, looked both ways, signaled the turn, looked again and
pulled out safely. He started out slowly, and then pushed our speed up to
forty, a safe ten below the limit around there. I could see his
concentration as he took charge, really driving his truck for the first
time.

We went about six miles before I told him to turn it back around. He looked
disappointed, but he didn't argue, and safely made a U turn and brought us
back to the plant.

Trev parked, turned off the engine and jumped out. He met me near the
tailgate.

"That was awesome!" He grinned, giving me a quick hug and stepping back
with a huge smile.

"Did you like the way it drove?"

"Yeah, it was sweet. It's really easy to handle, but it still felt solid,
and it had plenty of power."

"You made a good choice," I smiled, pulling him into the kind of hug a
proud dad might give his son.

Trev reached for the handle of the tailgate, dropped it down and then
lifted the hard cover over the box. The top is hinged near the cab, and
when you lift it from the back, it opens up like a clam shell. Inside was a
pile of gear and a cooler.

"To celebrate," Trev grinned, as he reached into the cooler and pulled out
a cold beer for each of us.

"You are way too young for that, Mister," I started to say when Trev gave
me a one eyed pirate look.

"And YOU never had a beer when you were sixteen?" He teased.

I started to say something, but knew he had me. "Okay, okay. ONE beer," I
laughed. He grinned and clinked his bottle against mine.

We sat on the tailgate drinking our beer, enjoying the sunshine and the
quiet of the place.

"It's really nice out here," Trev sighed, before taking another swig from
his bottle, and giving me one of his little brother to big brother looks.

"Yeah, it gets a little busy some nights after a football game, though," I
chuckled, remembering the beer busts and other moonlight shenanigans that
went on when I was in high school.

Trev laughed. "So, talking about getting busy. . ."

I looked at my brother with a smile. "What's that supposed to mean?" I
laughed.

Trev turned around, and reaching into the bed of the truck, pulled at the
piece of canvas lying in a heap behind us.  Underneath it was an air
mattress and a couple of old blankets. He smiled and playfully nodded his
head in their direction.

"You horny little toad," I laughed.

Trev grinned, lifted his beer, and gulped the last of it down. He slid off
the tailgate and turned to face me, then slowly unbuckled his belt. As I
watched, he pulled down his zipper and opened his pants. We both smiled at
one another. I hopped off and reached for my belt as well.

We grinned as first one, and then the other, would take off a piece of
clothing and drop it to the ground like a game of strip poker.

"You're wearing your medallion, Trev said.

I reached up to the chain hanging around my neck. "I never take it off."

Trev blinked away tears. He then pulled his T-shirt over his head. "Me
either," he said, fingering the matching medallion at his throat.

When we were both naked, we crawled into the bed of the truck and onto the
air mattress. The sun had warmed it nicely, and it felt great.

"Nice bed you've got here," I said, playfully rolling from side to side.

"Thought it might come in handy some time," Trev smiled, his eyes
twinkling.

He leaned toward me and we kissed softly. Our tongues touched and then went
exploring further into each other's mouths, before returning to touch
again.

"You know, I don't really like boys that taste like beer," I said in a
haughty upper crust kind of voice, and then smiled.

"Oh, that's too bad," Trev answered, quickly catching on to my game. "I WAS
going to give you my ass, but oh well, if you don't like boys." Trev
shrugged.

"You little shit," I laughed, pulling him to me and starting to tickle
him. "You're really gonna get it now."

Trev giggled, squirming and yelling "Stop!", "Stop!" as he tried to get
away from my teasing and tickling fingers.

I eventually stopped, and gently rolled him onto his back, holding him down
by his arms. "Do you really want me to stop?" I whispered, kissing him
gently on the lips.

"No," Trev said softly, opening his legs.

I climbed between his knees. We lay face to face and crotch to crotch. In
the warm sunshine, with the blue sky as a canopy, we started to make
love. Tender kisses lead to deeper kisses. In fact our kissing went on for
close to half an hour. I kissed my brother everywhere. He did the same to
me. Then, I took him into my mouth and sucked him. I used my tongue to lick
up and down his shaft from his balls to his knob. I stuck the tip in his
pee slit and he gave a little whimper. After a few minutes, we switched,
and he returned the favor.

I wanted to please Trevor in every way I could, so I did something that I
don't usually do. I turned him onto his tummy, pulled open his butt cheeks,
and licked him back there. He was clean, and smelled of soap, so I didn't
hesitate to plunge in. I kissed the inside of his crack, blew gently on his
pucker, and washed the edges of his bottom with my tongue. He squirmed as I
held his cheeks open and playfully wiggled the tip of my tongue back and
forth near his hole. I could tell I was driving him nuts.

"Oh," he whimpered, "stick it in there, put it inside."

I curled the sides of my tongue, making the tip pointy at the end, and then
stuck it as far as I could into his rear end. I let it dart in and
out. When I swirled it around, Trev went off like a firecracker, grunting
and carrying on, pushing his ass back hard against my face. I tongued him a
little more before coming up for air. I looked at my brother, face down and
ass up, he looked gorgeous.

"Oh shit, Derek, now you REALLY need to fuck me!" Trev whimpered.

"Roll over," I said softly.

Trevor turned onto his back and gazed up at me as I crawled back between
his legs.

I looked quickly around. Trev nodded in the direction of his knapsack. "Do
you think I'll ever learn that's where you keep it?" I laughed, reaching
inside for the lube.

In moments we were ready. I scooted closer, and Trev lifted his legs and
brought his knees back toward his ears. I remembered this was exactly how
he looked when I used to help Momma powder his bottom when he was little
and still in diapers. I softly touched the head of my cock to his hole and
stared into his face. I eased forward, while Trev closed his eyes.

"You like this part, don't you?" I whispered as I entered him.

"Yeah, I love it when you just start to put it in," Trev grunted. I pushed
the head of my dick in a little deeper. "It's like your cock is supposed to
be there." He whimpered as I slid in further.

"Maybe it's a brother thing," I whispered, holding myself back from making
a hard thrust, choosing instead to go very slowly. "Maybe it's what
brothers are supposed to do."

A smile spread across Trevor's face as my pubes rubbed against him, my dick
now in his ass up to the hilt. I pulled out, and put just the head back in
a few times, letting him enjoy the feeling of being penetrated. Then I knew
he wanted it all again, so I pushed the full length of my dick into his
rear end with one long slow thrust.

Trevor let out a breath, "Ooooh," he said softly.

I put an arm on each side of his legs. He found a place to rest them just
at the bend of my elbows. I rolled him onto his upper back, spread his legs
wider, and felt my balls swing gently against his upraised ass cheeks. I
pulled my dick back slightly and then fucked back in.

"Make it last," Trevor pleaded as I fucked my brother's ass with
tenderness.

The air mattress squeaked as I fucked, the noise mixing with our grunts and
groans. I love the sounds boys make when having sex. I felt the sun on my
ass and once and a while a slight puff of wind. It was erotic as hell to be
making love to my brother that way.

"Your ass is sucking my dick," I whispered.

Trevor played little games with his muscles back there. He gripped my shaft
tightly and then released it. His ring would clamp down, and then I would
feel his rectum squeeze the length of me.

We looked into each others eyes and smiled. I loved being in my brother's
ass and he loved having me there. We fucked slowly and tenderly for a
while, but I knew as much as Trevor wanted it to last, it wouldn't. I
thrust a little harder, feeling the urge to start pounding him. Trev
responded with a grunt, and squirmed as if to say "go ahead."

I thrust my hips forward, digging into him a little deeper. I used my cock
to rut around in his ass, twisting and turning the head. Trevor responded
with even more grunts and groans.

"Yeah, give it to me," Trev whimpered, as I plowed him, rolling him a
little further back onto his shoulders.

I started to slam my cock into my brother's ass faster and faster, giving
it to him as hard as I could. Trevor closed his eyes and rolled his head
from side to side. Now I needed him as much as he needed me. We fucked, and
fucked, and fucked! I felt myself getting close.

"Trevor," I grunted, grinding my dick into his hole, drilling as deep as I
could.

"Oh God, Derek," he moaned, pushing his legs further out to the sides and
back toward his head, spreading himself for me.

"I'm gonna do it," I grunted, "I'm cumming." I held my breath and focused
every bit of my energy on my balls, urging them to blast the cum out of me.

"Oh Shit," I shuddered, as my cock jerked once, and then again and again.

I felt the squirts of cum travel the length of my dick and spit forcefully
into my brother's rear end. There was so much, it felt as if I was giving
him a cum enema.

"Can you feel it?" I moaned, grinding my cock into my brother again and
again.

Trevor let out a soft breath, "yaaaaah."

He squirmed on the end of my dick. I thrust into him a couple more times
and then felt a warm wetness as he too shot. His dick jerked, creamy goo
spurted up from his crotch like a fountain and splashed against my stomach.

"Oh God," Trevor whimpered. He grimaced, and I imagined he was overwhelmed
with the feelings of cum shooting into his ass and cum shooting out of his
dick. He shuddered as his orgasm continued.

My cock stayed deep in his ass as we both slowly recovered.

Eventually I pulled my dick out and glanced down. I saw my juices dribbling
out of his still open hole. "God, I must have shot a lot up in there."

"It felt great!" Trev said with a contented smile.

I grinned as he swirled his finger around and around in a cummy little
puddle that had settled on his stomach.

"You shot a pretty big load yourself," I laughed.

Trevor grinned sheepishly, "I've been saving it up."

We both laughed.

We spent the next half hour cuddled in each other's arms lying in the
sun. I don't know what could have made it a better day.

* * * *

We were pulling into the driveway at Momma's house when Trevor's cell phone
rang.

Trev looked at the caller ID, "It's Justin." he smiled, "Wait till I tell
him I've been out driving!"

"Hello?" Trev said with a grin.

I pulled the truck to a stop near the garage. Then, a feeling hit me,
something wasn't right. I looked at Trevor and the color had drained from
his face.

* * * *

Jeremy was in his room changing. He and Justin had been to the mall where
Justin had persuaded him to buy a new pair of jeans.

When Jeremy joked about modeling them for him when they got home, Justin
had bitten his lip.

"What?"

"Uh, you remember that sweatshirt, the one with the arms ripped off?"

Jeremy shook his head.

"You know the blue one. The one you wore when, uh, we, uh first. . ."

"Oh yeah, that one. I remember. Why?"

"Um, well, could you, like, wear it again?" Justin blushed. "It really
shows off your muscles and. . ." Justin paused, getting even more
embarrassed, and "I think it would look really hot with those," he said,
glancing at the jeans.

Jeremy laughed, getting a pretty good idea of what Justin was
thinking. Jeremy paid the bill and they hurried home. While he changed,
Justin headed to the kitchen to get a couple of sodas.

Just as he was pulling his zipper up, Jeremy heard a door bang. Almost
immediately there was angry shouting. "Dad!" Jeremy thought, and raced
downstairs.

Running down the hallway, Jeremy saw his dad push Justin into a corner.

"You little fag. You're the one they were telling me about!" Michael
Collins growled at a cowering and terrified Justin.

"What the fuck!" Jeremy yelled, entering the kitchen at a run. "Leave him
alone!"

His dad turned, wobbled, and grabbed the countertop to steady
himself. "Well, well, if it isn't my son, the faggot!"

Jeremy stopped. Ice cold fear ran through his veins. He'd hoped his dad
wouldn't find out about him until he was safely in college, or had a job
and a home of his own far away.

"The guys at the tavern said that you and... and...that little fairy over
there were ...kissing!" He spat the last word out. "No son of mine is going
to be a God damn fag!"

Mike lumbered toward Jeremy.

"I'm not a fag," Jeremy said.

Justin gasped, "No."

Through the corner of his eye, Jeremy saw him edge toward the back
door. "Justin, wait."

Mike turned back to Justin, who looked like he was about to faint. "I'll
teach you to mess around with my son," He said, stepping towards him.

Jeremy leaped and pulled his dad away. "I said, leave him alone!"

Jeremy could smell liquor on his dad's breath; the fucker was drunk as
hell. As they struggled, Jeremy's dad lost his balance and sank to his
knees.

With a calmness he didn't feel, Jeremy looked down at his miserable excuse
for a father. "I'm gay, not a fag, and Justin is my boyfriend."

Mike's face, already red with anger and too much whiskey, turned an even
deeper shade. Suddenly Jeremy wasn't afraid any more. Maybe because he was
protecting Justin, or maybe he'd just had enough of his dad's bullying.

"No son of mine is gonna be a fag!" Mike repeated, slowly getting to his
feet.

"I told you what I was, so just deal with it!" Jeremy said firmly.

Justin made for the door again.

"Wait, Justin," Jeremy said. Turning back to his dad, "You've tried to
bully me for years, but it stops, right now. I'm not your precious little
Nathan, who always did everything just the way you wanted. I'm gay, Justin
is my boyfriend. And yah, I take it up the ass."

His dad roared and launched himself at Jeremy, who easily side-stepped
him. Mike stumbled and landed on the floor again.

"Jeremy, let's get out of here," Justin yelled, clearly frightened.

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Jeremy said, giving his father one last
disgusted look, as he hurried out the door.

His Dad, yelling in rage, rolled around on the floor, trying to get to his
feet.

They ran to Jeremy's truck, but of all times, the damn thing wouldn't
start. Jeremy swore and tried again, finally the engine caught and Jeremy
squealed the tires as he drove down the driveway. Then, he had to slam on
the breaks; a line of cars was driving past, slowly.

"Come on!" Jeremy said through gritted teeth.

Just then he happened to look in his rear view mirror. His dad was
stumbling down the driveway, loading his shotgun.

"Get down!" Jeremy yelled at Justin.

Then everything seemed to go into slow motion. Glass exploded. . . Jeremy
felt a sharp pain in his arm, back, and neck. . . . Justin screamed.

Jeremy stomped on the gas; they shot forward onto the road, just missing
another car. Jeremy almost lost control of the truck, but managed to make
the turn and get to the end of the block. As he turned the wheel to pull
around the corner, he felt everything graying out, and then everything went
black.

* * * *

I don't think I have ever driven so fast in town. I even ran a red light,
though I admit I didn't plan on that. We pulled into the emergency entrance
and Trevor was hopping out of the truck almost before it stopped. He ran
inside and I parked and followed after.

I found Trevor and Justin holding each other in a big hug in the waiting
room, tears flowing down both their faces.

"How's Jeremy?" I said the second I got to them.

"He's back there," Justin cried pointing to the emergency room door.

"They won't tell me anything," he sobbed.

I looked around and spotted somebody in a lab coat, "I'll see what I can
find out." I hurried off.

Finally, after a little explaining, I managed to convince a nurse to ask
the doctor to come out and speak to us.

"I'm Dr. Spangler," a young resident type guy said as he offered me his
hand.

"How's Jeremy?" Justin sobbed, barely holding himself together.

"He's going to be ok," the doctor said reassuringly, but he's kind of
banged up.

"I want to know everything!" Justin said sternly, "I'm his boyfriend!"

The doctor raised an eyebrow just slightly. "Oh, I see," he said without a
trace of judgment. "I'm sorry, but Federal rules don't let me give out
personal health information to non-family members."

Justin shook uncontrollably, and really started to lose it, the tears
wouldn't stop. The doctor looked around the room and then pulled the three
of us aside. "I shouldn't tell you this, but if you calm down I will."

Trev held Justin's hand and I saw him give it a little squeeze as if to
reassure him.

"Jeremy has lots of cuts from the glass, and he got hit with three pieces
of buckshot. Two are in his arm, and one is in his back. It doesn't look
that serious at the moment, he should be ok. The main thing we're concerned
about is a slight concussion.  Did he hit his head at all?"

"Uh, maybe, I can't really remember." Justin started to lose it again, "The
truck swerved as we turned the corner and then `bang' we slammed into a
parked car."

I looked into Doc Spangler's eyes; I could tell he wasn't bull shitting us.

"I can let you see him for five minutes," the Doc said, but only if you get
control of yourselves. "You cause any trouble, and you're out of there!"

We all nodded.

Jeremy was half naked and propped up in a sitting position on a gurney in a
treatment room. There was a bag hanging from a hook, giving him medicine or
something into his right arm. He had bandages in two places on his left arm
and one around his chest.

"Justin," he choked, tears filling his eyes. Did you get hurt?"

"No, he missed me," Justin tried to laugh, but broke down instead, no doubt
thinking about how close he had come to being shot as well.

Jeremy tried to reach for him, but couldn't. Justin grabbed Jeremy's
leg. He stumbled over a tray that was in his way, but finally managed to
get close enough to lay his head on Jeremy's chest. He sobbed.

"What the fuck happened?" I blurted out as Justin continued to try and find
a place on his boyfriend he could touch without hurting him.

"I told you my dad would kill me if he found out I liked guys," Jeremy
managed to say between sobs.

"When he came home and saw Justin, he went into a rage. We tried to get out
of there. We were in the truck and just pulling away when he ran out of the
house. The fucker pulled a shotgun on my ass."

"Jeremy yelled at me to get down," Justin sniffed, finally getting a little
more control. "He saved me."

Jeremy held Justin as best he could. "He must have pulled the trigger. I
remember hearing the boom and the back window blowing out."

"There was glass everywhere," Justin sobbed. "Jeremy drove around the block
and then passed out or something. I called 911 and they got us here. I was
okay, but Jeremy, they wouldn't tell me anything." Justin clung tighter to
his boyfriend.

We stood looking at each other for a moment.

"What about your Mom?" I asked Jeremy, unsure what any of us should be
doing.

"She's at Aunt Kates. I suppose somebody from here called her."

"Your Dad?"

Jeremy shrugged, and then winced in pain.

"They arrested him," Justin said softly, giving Jeremy a sad look. "I guess
they always call the cops when there's a gunshot victim." Justin tenderly
rubbed Jeremy's chest. "I'm sorry; they, the cops I mean, asked what
happened, and I had to tell them."

I could tell Justin thought it was his fault.

"Nobody here did anything wrong!" I said firmly, "if Jeremy's bastard of a
Dad is in jail, it's because of what HE did, not what anyone here did."

Justin looked as if he was going to say something, but bit his lip and
stayed quiet. Trevor wrapped his arms around Justin in a gentle hug, while
Justin held Jeremy's hand. I came up behind Trevor and softly rubbed his
back. We stood like that for awhile, holding each other close.

"Jeremy?" Justin suddenly said with alarm, "Jeremy?"

I pushed Trevor aside to get to the gurney.

"God No!" I thought, as Justin turned to look at me with fear and
helplessness in his eyes.

I looked at the monitor as a screeching sound filled the room and the
screen started flashing.

"Trevor! Get a doctor!" I yelled.

* * * *

Note to readers: I just wanted to let you know that this story will come to
an end with chapter 25 or pretty close to it. I promise that it will be
worth your wait to see how everything all works out. In the meantime, I
will be writing chapters as I am able to, and posting them as always. If
you have any ideas for one of the last few chapters feel free to write me
at Playbuddy123@yahoo.com Enjoy!  Jon.