Date: Wed, 22 Dec 2004 00:32:35 -0500
From: Gstrdr15 <Gstrdr15@msn.com>
Subject: KOMBAT KIDS CHAPTER 9

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Kombat Kids
By; GhostRyder15
Chapter 9

Coming Clean


	James and Matt were in the kitchen, sitting at the table drinking
coffee while they discussed the activities planned for Saturday, they both
heard the stairway door open then close. Less than a minute later, David
White and JJ Townsend walked into the kitchen.  David was in full uniform
and had his STB hat on; JJ on the other hand was dressed in just boxers and
flip-flops.

	Neither James nor Matt said anything, just waiting for one of the
boys to speak, wondering what the fuck was going on.

	David was the first to speak; "I've got a problem sir."

	JJ looked at David wondering what the fuck he was talking about,
the only person who had a problem around there was JJ and he couldn't
understand the meaning of what David had just said.

	David looked at JJ and said; "Your choice, it's up to you JJ."

	JJ looked at David, understanding flooding through him.  David was
giving him a chance to come clean, he didn't want to rat him out but he
would, if JJ didn't do it himself.  JJ thought for a moment and knew his
only chance was to tell James and Matt how he had fucked up and hope they
wouldn't kick him out the instant he was finished.

	JJ gave himself a little shake and looked James, then Matt in the
eye and said; "I fucked up, I fucked up worse than I ever did before in my
life.  Besides fucking up, I put David in a position where he would have to
lie for me or turn me in."  JJ looked at David and said; "I'm really sorry
Davie, I wasn't thinking straight, I guess I really screwed the pooch this
time."

	Turning back to James and Matt; "I'm sorry, I know that sounds
lame, I know everyone says they're sorry when they mess up and are trying
to get themselves out of a jam, but I really am sorry for what I did."

	"Hold up a second JJ, we've kind of figured you've messed up
somehow and that you're really sorry about it, both of you come over here
and sit down.  Before we go any further, do either of you two want
something to drink?"

	Both the boys sat down across from the brothers. Both the boys
shook their heads no, to the drinks.  JJ took a deep breath and started
telling the brothers about David catching him smoking pot in the restroom,
David taking his remaining pot and flushing it down the shiter and then
giving him the chance to tell Matt and James about it.

	James looked at Matt who just shrugged his shoulders; brotherly
shorthand telling James whatever you decide is fine with me.

	James looked at David and asked, "Who else knows about this besides
us?"

	"No one, I got Carson to finish my watch so I'll probably have to
tell him and Mark something, Mark cause he knows that I got Carson up to
stand my watch.  If you say so, I won't even tell Phil what happened and
just ask Carson to forget about me getting him out of bed to finish my
watch.

	James thought for a moment before saying; "We'll discuss telling
them later."  He looked back at JJ and said; "When did you start smoking
pot JJ, and how many times have you done it here?"

	"This was my first time here, honest James; I'm telling ya the
truth.  I started smoking the stuff after Freddie died last year, I was
going through some of his stuff and came across the bag that David took off
of me tonight, only then it was full.  I never bought any of it myself and
I never smoked with anyone else.  I tried it the first time because I
wanted to see what it was like, and then I smoked it whenever the shit got
too deep for me and it helped me not care.  It helped me not care that I am
gay, it helped me not care that Freddy kilt himself and I didn't know why
he did it.  Then tonight, out of nowhere you make me a squad leader.  I
didn't know what to do, I knew I'd fuck up and then everyone would know
that I couldn't do nothing right and that I was just fucked up and that you
guys never should have trusted me.  I'm sorry; right now I just want to be
with Freddy again. God I miss him."

	James, Matt and David looked at each other then looked at the
quietly sobbing 14 year old.  James got up and went to JJ and picked him up
and hugged him close to his breast, just holding him close and running his
fingers through his hair.  When JJ calmed down, James set him back in his
chair and looked at him for a few minutes.

	"First off, I don't want to hear any of this shit about you being
with Fred. You know what his death did to you and your parents; you want
them to suffer that again?  Plus think what it would do to your friends in
the Unit ... and to Matt and me, I don't know if we could handle it and
keep the Unit together."

	James looked at Matt and said; "What do you think, 35 pounds?"

	Matt nodded; "Up to a maximum of 55 pounds."

	James thought for a minute before speaking; "OK JJ, you're right,
you fucked up big time.  Here's what we're going to do, and it'll be your
choice, I can either throw you out of the unit right now, or, you can opt
for non-judicial punishment, your choice."

	"You mean you won't kick me out?  What da ya mean nonjewdoodle?"
JJ said with a look of hope on his face.

	James stifled a sudden urge to laugh before he said; "As long as
you comply with three provisions we set for you we won't kick you out; 1.
You will undergo one week of extra physical training as directed by Matt.
2.  You will sign a contract with the Unit stating that you will never use
illegal drugs or alcohol for as long as you are attached to the Unit.  3.
You will tell your father what you have done, you will tell him within the
next two weeks and you will tell him we want to talk to him about the whole
situation.  Failure to comply with these provisions will cause your
immediate separation from the unit."

	James watched JJ as he was telling what was required of him to
remain in the Unit and saw him blanch when spoke about him telling his
father.  James said; "Do you agree to these provisions?"

	JJ didn't hesitate before saying; "Yes sir I do, I will comply with
all of them I promise."

	Matt, James and David were all taken by surprise with JJ's last
statement when he said; "I swear to you on the grave of my departed
brother, SO HELP ME GOD!" and then he crossed himself.

	The rest of the weekend was taken up with an NRA and State of
Washington approved fire arm safety course, James brought in a team of
volunteer instructors from the Department of Fish and Wildlife and had the
entire unit, even those boys who had already completed the course go
through it.  James had struck a deal with the head instructor to use the
unit's facilities for future Hunter Safety classes if he provided the unit
with ongoing classes for new members.  When he invited Dutch Barton out to
inspect the Unit's facilities, Dutch readily agreed to the offer. While the
class was going on James and Matt took one of the buggies out into the
desert to set up the punishment course that JJ would use starting Monday
morning.

	James said; "So what do you think Matt, three miles be enough?"

	"Yeah, for JJ, geez I feel sorry for the little guy.  I kinda hate
doing this to him but better us then him getting busted by the locals
sometime.  I think that by the time he finishes Friday night, he'll
remember what he'll have gone through all week and think twice before he
does something stupid.  I also want to set up a five mile course for field
marches for the whole Unit, you think you're up to it old man?"

	"Old man? I'll give you old man.  Don't sleep on your stomach
tonight or you'll see how much stamina this old man has left in him."

	Matt laughed; "Are you bragging, complaining or making an offer?"

	"Your choice, but now that I think of it, it has been a few weeks."

	They set up the two courses and returned just as lunch was being
served on the Mess Decks.  They had decided that instead of making the boys
clean and cook all weekend, they would provide professional cooks and
janitors to take care of the cooking and cleaning.

	Sunday afternoon at the completion of the Unit activities, James
took JJ aside to talk to him before he left.

	"JJ, you need to be here at 05:30 tomorrow morning for your special
detail.  Matt and I have discussed it and we're going to run your ass off
for the next five days.  I just wanted to talk to you to see if you
reconsidered your decision about complying with the requirements of our
agreement.  If you want to we can forget the whole thing, you just won't be
apart of the Unit anymore, and you have my word that no one will ever know
about the situation whatever your decision is.

	"No sir, I haven't changed my mind. I realized I fucked up and I
have to pay my dues. I talked to David today and told him he could tell
Phil, Mark and Carson what happened, I figured it was only fair as they are
brothers and friends and it wouldn't be right to lie to them or keep them
in the dark about what happened."

	James was glad he and Matt had offered JJ this chance.  James said;
"Starting tomorrow morning you will show up by 05:30, in full uniform, that
is shined boots, Mar Cam's and booney hat.  You will also wear your LBE and
web belt with two full canteens attached.  You will report to the computer
room where we will have your backpack waiting with 35 pounds of weights in
it, you'll put the backpack on and run the three mile course that we have
set out in the desert starting and finishing at the rifle range structure.
At the completion of the run, you will be released untill18:00 when you do
the run again dressed the same way as your morning run. You will make each
run in a clean uniform and you will ensure that your boots are shined.
Each day your backpack will have five additional pounds added to it.  After
the 18:00 run on Friday the physical activity portion of your agreement
will have been satisfied.  Do you understand what is required of you and do
you agree to it?"

	JJ came to attention and said: "Yes sir I do and I will comply.
And sir, thank you."

	JJ saluted and held his salute until it was returned; "Here's your
dad, get on home and get some rest. Oh and JJ, we're glad you took the
extra detail, see you tomorrow."

	That night James and Matt were sitting in the TV room watching a
movie.  James had a bowl of popcorn and was drinking a coke when Matt said;
"Hey Old Man you got any stamina left?'

	James looked at his brother; "You know we just got finished
spending two days with some of the best looking boys in the Sate of
Washington, maybe the whole country and you ask a question like that?  I
must have changed my shorts six or seven times since Friday and I still
have a hard on I can pound nails with and you have the nerve to ask me if I
have any stamina left?  You want top or bottom?"

	"Let's take turns, it's only 6:30, and we both know I got a bigger
dick than you.  If you can pound nails, just call me `Rosy the Riveter'."

	Matt reached over and rubbed the bulge in the front of James' cargo
shorts, feeling the wet spot that he knew he would find.  James, careful
not to spill any popcorn or coke quickly placed them on the floor alongside
the couch before reaching for his brother.

	As they slowly started to undress each other, Matt asked; "Did you
notice JJ the other night, when him and David walked into the kitchen I
almost shot a load in my shorts. I couldn't hardly believe his body
definition, nice pec's, he almost has a six pack and those legs, wow.  I
honestly don't ever remember any boys looking like that when I was 14, do
you?"

	James said; "Yeah I know what you mean, I visualized what it would
be like to throw him down and horse fuck him right there in the kitchen.
I'm glad we have each other, I don't look too good in prison orange and
that's what I'd be wearing for the next 30 or 40 years if I didn't."

	James lowered Matt's zipper and pulled his hot dripping cock
through the fly of his shorts, leaned over and, almost daintily, licked the
head free of precum. Matt's dick was just under seven inches long, the scar
of his circumcision standing out clearly against the white of his cock
shaft, a nice patch of reddish orange pubic hair at the base of his dick
and a thin `Happy Trail' leading up to his naval turned on James immensely.
James had a thing about Matt's pubic hair; he enjoyed the fragrance it gave
off, a fragrance unique to Matt and Matt alone.  He most enjoyed his
fragrance when he was deep throating him and his nose was pushed in to
Matt's pubic mound.

	Matt leaned back on the sofa and thought to himself; "Well I guess
he wants `top' tonight," Just then James started to deep throat him, slowly
taking him all the way into his throat and then just as slowly pulling back
until just the head of his cock was in his mouth.  From long years of
experience, James knew where all Matt's buttons were and just how to push
them to get him all spun up.

	As he deep throated his brother, James gently rolled Matt's balls
in their silken sack squeezing them harder and harder the more excited Matt
became.  Matt wasn't into pain but whenever they had sex, he really liked
to have his nuts squeezed tightly, the tighter James squeezed, the more
excited he got.  Matt was now thrusting his dick harder and harder, meeting
his brother's mouth on the down stroke with greater force until; "FUCK
..Fuck .. Fuck ...fuckkkkkkkkkk!"  Matt started shooting cum deep into
James' throat and then as he pulled back, into his mouth.  James continued
to suck until Matt's cock had gone completely soft and there was no more
cum oozing from the piss slit.  James pulled off and quickly found Matt's
lips, forcing his tongue between them, passionately dueling Matt's tongue,
almost fucking his mouth with his tongue.

	James stood up dragging his brother up with him.  The men walked to
their bedroom where they finished undressing.  "Lets get a quick shower, I
want you squeaky clean, and I need to get rid of about a pound of head
cheese before we go any farther."

	Back in 2001, Matt and James had found a story in the Nifty
Archives titled "Somerset Farm©," a story about a group of boys who seemed
to fuck and suck 24/7.  The story was funny, sad, sexy and in real life,
the people involved would probably die from exhaustion and dehydration.  It
did point out that while sex, whether hetro or gay, was inherently dirty,
the story introduced the brothers to the Big `E', as in enema.  At first
the boys really doubted whether performing an enema before sex would make
any real difference.  Boy, were they wrong.  So Matt and James took a quick
shower, James performed an enema on Matt and then Matt returned the favor
for James, just in case Matt got lucky.  After toweling dry the brothers
climbed on James' king-size bed and prepared for some serious fucking.
Actually, fucking wasn't an accurate description of what the two brothers
did.

	Matt had been 12 and James 17 when they first had sex together,
even though James was five years older than Matt, they were both virgins.
James had come out to his parents a couple of months before and then to his
younger brother a few days later, James didn't feel it was right to hide
his homosexuality from his brother.  Besides wanting to be honest with him,
he felt it was necessary for Matt to know in case something happened and
the word got out that he was gay.  About a week after James let him know he
was gay, Matt came to him in his bedroom and haltingly told James that he
thought that he might be gay also.  The brothers talked about how James
felt and Matt told him that was the way his feelings were also.  The boys
said good night and went to bed.  The next night after everyone had gone to
bed, Matt quietly entered James' bedroom and found him lying on his bed
with his eyes closed, slowly stroking his dick.  To Matt, this was the most
exciting thing he had ever witnessed.  Matt immediately assumed `Hardon
Condition One, with all the bells, whistles and flashing lights going off
in his head at once, he quietly walked over to James' bed, watched quietly
for a moment and then reached down and gently cupped James' balls.

	James immediately tried to imitate Siegfried and Roy by levitating
straight up in the air.  He immediately started to spit and splutter while
trying to push Matt away from him, cover his nakedness and start breathing
again.  James was able to start breathing again, but that was it.  James
looked up at his little brother, ready to blast him out of his skivvies and
stopped.  He looked in Matt's eyes and saw fear, love and a deep yearning,
a yearning he knew all about.  James hesitated for a minute, reached up and
pulled his younger, smaller brother to him on the bed and embraced him,
soon he felt Matt embrace him back.  James started talking, professing his
love and need for his younger brother, also of his fear that Matt would
reject him. That night, Matt and James had sex, raw animalistic sex. The
type of sex that could only emerge from the fertile imaginations of two
young boys; one on the cusp of manhood, the other traveling through the
unknown and frightening landscape of puberty.  Both in need of each other
and the physical release from the prisons their minds had locked their
physical beings in, minds that until just then refused to allow them the
solace of each other's arms and bodies.

	For six months or so the boys engaged in sex at every opportunity,
savagely taking one another whenever possible, loving each other, but
making their physical release both their priorities.  One night after they
had both sated their need, while lying in Matt's bed, they made love for
the first time, gently, but with a passion, a passion that was more
satisfying than any tawdry dominating sex they had ever experienced.  From
that time forward sex became more passionate, more meaningful and more of a
satisfying experience that they both enjoyed and coveted; it also was an
expression of their love for each other.

	So on this night the two brothers wanted, no, needed to make love.
With tender gently probing fingers, James prepared Matt to receive him.
When Matt said; "Gently Jim, it's been a while."

	James just leaned forward and tenderly kissed Matt on the lips,
softly probing his mouth with his tongue, his way of reassuring his younger
brother of his love.  James pulled his foreskin back revealing the angry
dark red head of his dick and placed it against Matt's puckered anus for a
few seconds before pushing into Matt.  Matt inhaled softly and nodded for
James to continue, James slowly pushed until his pubic hair rasped against
Matt's nut sack and he had no cock that wasn't already sheathed by Matt.
After giving Matt a minute to get used to his size, James withdrew until
only the head of his dick was still inside, he slowly moved back, fully
into Matt once more.  With Matt now used to James' dick, Matt raised his
body to meet each thrust of James', this was James' signal to increase his
tempo, thrusting faster and harder into the only man he had ever loved.
Passion spoke to passion, as the brothers and lovers strove to be one with
each other, until with a strangled yell both men came at the same time,
both shooting rope after rope of glistening white semen in to and on their
bodies.  When both had finished their climax, when both had collapsed, the
men, the brothers in the typical after sex bliss experienced by all true
lovers, gay or hetro, professed their love for each other.

	Promptly at 04:45 the bedroom was filled with the raucous sound of
KKOL, 97.6 on your FM dial, the sound of the Columbia Basin's home for
County Rock. James attempted to commit 'radiocide' on the clock radio with
a backhanded slap. The only thing he did accomplish was to hurt his hand.
Cussing a blue streak, he fumbled with the radio's controls until he was
able to turn it off.

	"Fuck Matt, you either start listening to some other station or you
can kiss my ass if you'll ever get my beautiful body back in here."

	"Yeah, yeah, I've heard that before, next time, maybe I'll just
beat off."

	Both of them laughed, knowing that would never happen.  Wearily,
they got up and entered the bathroom. Shit, showered and shaved they
dressed in clean MarCams and headed for the kitchen.  After a quick
breakfast they went outside to await the arrival of JJ.

	At 05:25, they spotted JJ riding up the drive on his mountain
bike. As ordered he was in full uniform but bare headed.  When he got to
the brothers he dismounted his bike and grabbed his booney hat from the
back pocket of his trousers and seated it firmly on his head.  JJ walked up
to the men, came to the position of attention and saluted, then said;
"Squad Leader Townsend reporting as ordered Sir."

	Both men returned the boy's salute and Matt said; "Ready to
complete the first portion of your extra duty?"

	All JJ said was; "Yessir."

	Matt said; "Follow me.  He then turned on his heal and lead the
procession into the house and the computer room.  When they got there, the
first thing JJ noticed was his backpack sitting by one of the work
stations.  James went over to the environmental and security keyboard and
typed in a command, the plasma monitor above it came to life showing a
diagram of the entire 17,000 acres of the estate.  James once again entered
a command and the diagram shrank to just the area of the rifle range and
the desert to the west of it, JJ saw a red line on the diagram that looked
like a four year old had tried to draw a picture of a balloon on a string,
a not too bright four year old.

	"OK, this is the route you follow during your run each day; in the
morning I want you to take the right hand fork, in the evening take the
left.  The route is clearly marked, James and I went out yesterday and set
it up, we used little red flags like the ones used by the people who
fertilize your lawn use to mark it out."

	"You will stay on the route; you will not cut across the desert to
shorten your run. Yow will wear the backpack for the entire run and not
take it off until you return to the computer room.  Do you understand?"

	"Yessir."

	"Get the back pack on and make sure that it is firmly in place and
comfortable, this is a run, not a walk and we will be timing you.  We
expect your times to get faster each time you make a run."

	Matt checked the backpack and its fit, and then led JJ outside
followed closely by James.  Matt said; "Squad Leader Peterson, Ten-Hut! At
the double time, Forward Harch!"

	JJ spun around and headed for the gate to rifle range, not overly
fast, but definitely not slow.  When he cleared the gate he continued to
the north side of the rifle range where he saw the first marker flag,
jogging past it he thanked whatever God in Heaven that it was the end of
October and the temperature was now in the 40's and 50's at this time of
day.  Three miles wasn't really too bad he told himself, he was on the
cross country team at school and was used to running ten miles a day for
training.  As he reached the turn, barely half a mile into the run he was
sweating like the proverbial pig, by the time he started the backside of
the run, his MarCam's were dark with sweat down his back, around his
armpits and in the crotch of his trousers.  Remembering the survival
portion of the hunter safety course he had just gone through, he knew he
had to get some water in him.  Slowing down a little, he pulled out one of
the canteens and started drinking; taking small sips every couple of steps.
After he drank about a quarter of the water in his first canteen he
replaced it in the webbing on his belt.  He repeated this process about
every couple of hundred yards as he continued his run.

	While JJ was running, Matt and James were following his progress
using the seismic sensors and the security monitor.  They wanted to make
sure that if JJ had a problem, they would be aware of it.

	"Look at that little bastard run, Jesus is he making good time even
with 35 pounds on his back and wearing jump boots." James said.

	"Ya know Matt, we really should put cameras out there on both
courses, just to make sure we can watch that someone doesn't get hurt then
just lay out there till we finally go out to see what they're doing."

	"Good idea, why don't we go ahead and have Masterson mount some on
telephone poles.  Hey listen James, why don't we have him put emergency
call boxes on the poles also, so they can call in, in case of an emergency.

	"Great idea little bro, as soon as JJ gets finished with this run
I'll get hold of Tim and have him do it ASAP."

	JJ was really starting to hurt now, his muscles were staring to
tighten up and his legs both felt like lead, but he kept up the same pace
he started at.  He swore to himself he wasn't going to fuck up again. The
brothers gave him a chance to redeem himself and he was not going to let
himself fail.

	He staggered up to the front door of the house, took several deep
breathes straightened his uniform and headed to the computer room.

	"Sir, Squad Leader Peterson reporting the completion of his
assigned run, Sir."

	"At ease JJ, let's get that pack off you.  Come on in to the
kitchen.  When they got to the kitchen, James had him sit at the table and
Matt handed a liter bottle of Gatorade.  "Ya did good JJ, just think, only
nine more runs to do."

	"Thanks Matt," said JJ.  If a person listened, not even closely,
you could here the sarcasm dripping off the two words.

	James and Matt burst out laughing.  "You know Squad Leader
Peterson;" said James, "If a guy didn't know better, he might think you
were being sarcastic."

	"Just for the record, Matt and I timed you.  You made the run,
point to point in 29 minutes 55 seconds.  Good job."


End of Chapter 9
Next;
Chapter 10
Honor, Duty, Pride


I'd like to take a moment and thank Jamie Haze, Author, Mentor, and Friend
for the encouragement he has given me in the writing of this story, and
editing it for me.  I encourage you all to read Somerset Farm, Dooby Rhymes
With Scooby and by Mr. Haze.

Comments are eagerly requested.  If you feel it necessary to flame, go
ahead, but don't expect an answer.  Address all comments to Gstrdr15
<Gstrdr15@msn.com>