Date: Wed, 13 Apr 2011 21:52:36 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 6 of Affair of a Foreign Nature by Hans Schreiber

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Chapter 6

Mean People Suck, But So Do Nice Ones

	Siegfried and his terrorist thugs laughed harder the more I
cried. I hated myself for giving them the satisfaction, but I couldn't help
it. I had no more brave left in me. I thought I was saved. I thought I was
being rescued and the despair of being back in their clutches was more than
I could take. I didn't even fight against them binding my hands and
feet. The creep who had captured me back in the villa picked up my wet,
naked body and packed me back down into the smelly fish hold. He dropped me
onto the slimy floor next to Antonio.
	Antonio's eyes widened and he asked, "David? How ... what
... where?"
	When the lid was closed on us, I controlled my crying and filled in
the blanks for him. I explained about the kidnapping and how they mistook
me for him. I asked how he got captured and he said that after John and I
were taken, they immediately ordered a military evacuation for him and his
sisters. He was to be taken on a separate helicopter back to Milan and his
sisters were going to Rome. Gio was still incapacitated from the dart, so a
rookie guard was assigned in his place. As soon as Antonio was loaded onto
the evacuation chopper, it took off without his guard. It turned out to be
an imposter chopper and Antonio was immediately tied up and flown a long
ways away to an open field where he was loaded into a van and taken on a
short ride to this boat and dropped into this stinking hold where I had now
joined him.
	"Do you still have the emergency locator on your wrist?" I asked.
	"Yes," he answered, "but I can't push the button because my wrists
are tied up behind me."
	"Slide over and let me see if I can push it." He rolled over my
naked body so that his back would be to my front and as he was doing so,
the boat banged roughly into the dock. The jarring motion caused him to
drop on top of me and his hip bone pinched one of my balls, sending a dull
pain up into my stomach. I groaned and thought about the pain I'd inflicted
on poor Stubby. A nightmarish thought struck me. We were headed back up to
the island prison and Stubby would be there. If they let him loose, he
might be able to exact revenge on my balls. The thought sucked all the air
from my lungs and I began trembling. Antonio finished his roll off of me
and just as I positioned myself to push the button, sunlight flooded into
our makeshift cell. Two of the BAS creeps dropped into the hold and grabbed
us like sacks of potatoes and carried us topside. I watched Antonio's wrist
with his emergency signal device teasing me with each step. I was so
close. Why was I always getting so close but never succeeding? "Please God,
help me," I silently prayed. My trembling increased.
       There on deck, the ropes on our feet were removed and we were
ordered to climb off the boat and up the stairs under our own power. The
rough, stone steps hurt my bare feet. One of the terrorist jerks was
between me and Antonio, so even though his wrists were behind him and mine
were in front of me, I couldn't reach out and push the button. "Get in
control," I told myself. "Don't panic." I looked around trying desperately
to see something useful. There was nothing.
       At the top of the stairs, my earlier suspicions were confirmed when
we stopped. One of our captors unlocked a metal panel and switched off the
electrical charge to the gate. Then the gate's lock and chain were removed
and they swung the squeaky gate open on its ancient hinges. My legs barely
held me up as I walked into the stone room and saw Stubby lying on the hard
floor where I had left him tied up, still visibly in pain. Antonio and I
were both pulled to the floor and made to sit there until Siegfried hobbled
into the room. He looked at the bound guard, the empty chairs and the empty
shackles and flew into a rage. I'm not sure of anything he said, but I'm
certain most of it couldn't be repeated in church.
       He poked his cane in my groaning victim's chest and began
interrogating him. Stubby answered in sputtering sentences and received an
occasional cursing and caning from his evil leader. Apparently, after a
bit, he revealed his testicle injury and Siegfried ordered the rope from
his feet to his throat cut loose. Stubby stretched out, groaned loudly,
rolled onto his back, and peered full of fury over at me. The horrifying
sight of Stubby's injured testicle was so awful even Siegfried winced and
looked away. Siegfried glared over at me. I felt my balls pull
instinctively up tight against my body and the trembling worsened.
       Siegfried limped over to me and asked? "Where are ze Colonel and his
brat?"
       "They got away. They reached the shore and got away," I lied.
       "You are lying. We would have seen zem in ze water." He raised his
cane in a threatening manner and I cowered.
       "Okay, you caught me. Truth is, aliens came down and beamed them
aboard their spaceship."
       The pain of the blow across my lower back hurt so badly, I couldn't
see for a full minute as if I blacked out or something. I literally did see
stars, though.
       "I'm sorry," I sobbed. "It's true what I said before. They got
away. They had a head start on me because I stayed back to tie up your
guard." It wasn't completely true, but I had to try.
       Siegfried asked Stubby something in German and he nodded
uncertainly, still glaring with hatred at me.
       "How did you get him free?" asked Siegfried, gesturing toward the
empty shackles.
       "I broke the bones in his hands so they would slip through. I used
your guards boot to do it with." Siegfried confirmed this with Stubby,
again in German.
       "How did you get free?"
       I thought desperately how to best answer. I wasn't sure if I should
rat out Stubby on his sexual lust for me or not. What if they decided to
let him have his way with me if they knew that? I considered lying that I
needed to pee and he let me loose to do it. I didn't think he would tell
the truth about the sex either. I stalled and Siegfried's anger flared. He
slammed his cane across my back and shoulder and the force of it stunned
me. This time, I screamed in pain and Antonio screamed as well in fear for
my life. Antonio began crying. I took gasping deep breaths as the pain of
the blow expanded across my neck and back. I looked Siegfried squarely in
the eye and said angrily, "I offered him," I nodded toward Stubby, "oral
sex."
       Siegfried looked at Stubby, who averted his gaze with a shameful
expression confirming the truth. "And you bit into his testicle while you
were pleasuring him?"
       "Yes."
        "Du bist ekelhaft!" snarled Siegfried at the disgusting, cowering
guard. Siegfried limped back over to Stubby who scooted as best he could
away.  Siegfried leaned on his cane and lifted his good foot. He stomped
hard into Stubby's injured crotch. Stubby jerked upward, eyes wide and
mouth open but no sound erupted. In place of a scream, his features went
limp and he fell backward unconscious. My balls and I both breathed out a
temporary sigh of relief when he collapsed.
       "I bet the army will be here any minute," I threatened.
       Siegfried whirled and glared at me. "If ze Colonel really escaped,
you may be correct. Zat means we will have to skip ze fun of torturing you,
und simply go straight to ze killing, like I should have done before I
left."
       He began barking orders. Antonio and I were jerked to our feet by
our curly, black hair and marched back down the stone steps. Stubby was
dragged unconscious out the door and down the steps by his feet. His head
bounced and bobbed on the stone steps like a rag doll being dragged by a
careless child. I wondered if he survived it. At the bottom, on the boat
landing, I took in every detail I could. It was like that party game,
"Picture Picture" where you have to find as many different objects in the
picture as possible before time runs out.
       Instead of being put back in the smelly, fish hold, we were left
lying on the rear deck. We were guarded by two of the henchmen, one of them
being my original captor.  The boat pulled away and headed to the open
Sea. I thought about Ricky of all people. We had been best friends for so
long and I wished I was back home with him in my bedroom laughing, joking,
and jerking off. I didn't want to die. I thought about happy memories from
childhood and about my parents and my brother. If I could only just have a
chance to call and tell them all how much I loved them? "Don't panic," I
firmly told myself.
       "Why not?" I answered out loud.
       "David," said Antonio, bringing me out of my trance. "David, they
are talking about us in German."
       "What are they saying?"
       "They are taking me to another hiding place and will use me to
... ahhh ... how you say, blackmail my grandfather. And they are going to
..." He trailed off.
       "Kill me?"
       He nodded sadly.
       "How?"
       Antonio swallowed hard and hesitated.
       "I know it's hard, but it will help me maybe, if I know how."
       "They are going to tie that anchor to your feet and throw you
overboard to drown." He broke into tears.
       "Shit. I almost forgot. Roll over and let me push your button." He
did and without anyone noticing this time, I pressed the button in the
center of his fancy device. It was a balls feeling when it gave way under
pressure of my finger.
       "I don't think it's going to help," he said, sadly rolling back over
to face me and dashing my slim hopes. "I'm sure it is out of ... ahhh
... space."
       "You mean, out of range?"
       "Yes, that."
       "Oh well. It was worth a try I guess."
       I looked over at the anchor. It wasn't all that heavy, but heavy
enough with my arms bound. It was a four prong hook type with barbs on the
end of each tine. I started to think. What would Frank Hardy do? I imagined
how they might tie it to me. I imagined how I would deal with it in the
water. I tried to recall everything I had seen on the boat as I scanned it
over at the dock. Suddenly, the boat slowed and then stopped, rocking
slowly back and forth in the small waves.
       "Sonar sagt, hier ist es tief," the pilot of the boat called down.
       Siegfried stood and watched as one of his evil henchmen cut a length
of the anchor rope and tied the loose end to my right foot. I considered
struggling against it, but realized it would be pointless. I was resigned
to going overboard. I tried to keep my head clear but I couldn't prevent
the thought of drowning from pushing everything else out, even Antonio's
sobbing. I wondered what it would feel like when I was forced to gulp in
lungs full of water. I wondered if it would be painful. Would the actual
death be quick or slow and drawn out. I imagined my naked body floating up
from the bottom of the ocean floor anchored on a rope like some macabre,
underwater helium balloon. I actually wondered what the fish would think as
they swam around me. "What if, one of them bites my penis off?" I actually
worried.
       Being dragged to the railing startled me out of my daydream and I
watched as my anchor was tossed over, pulling the rope behind it until it
tightened around my ankle and yanked it up off the deck. The large foul man
lifted my body and I saw his tattooed arm flexing under my weight. The
snake tattoo was dancing in grim delight as he heaved me over the edge into
the watery depths. I sucked in a long, deep breath just before submerging.
       I immediately started doing the mermaid motion, like you do when you
jump off the blocks into the pool or after making a turn during a swim
meet. It took a lot of exertion and I knew that even though my record for
holding my breath was just under three minutes, with this much exertion, it
would be half that. I once successfully swam three 25 meter lengths
underwater without a breath during a water polo practice. I was finally
appreciative for all the laps of swimming and hours of treading water I had
put in during practices.
       I managed to reach down and grab the rope tied to my ankle in my
hands. Bit by bit, I maneuvered the rope until I was holding the anchor. I
had drifted downward from doing this and had to start kicking hard to get
back up to the boat. My lungs were burning and demanding air. I had
purposely drifted underneath and to the rear of the boat and desperately
tried to remember left or right. I knew if I was wrong, there would be no
time to switch sides and I would drown. I chose left and was unbelievably
relieved to see a ladder rung extending into the water. I'd noticed it
extending down into the water back at the dock. I hooked the anchor onto
the bottom rung and pulled myself up enough to clear the surface and draw a
breath.
       Never had I wanted something as much as I wanted to breathe. The air
filling my lungs was the most gratifying experience of my young life. It
was far better than riding a bike without training wheels for the first
time. It was better than hot chocolate on a cold day. It was even better
than my first dry cum lying on my brother's bed that one night a couple
years ago when my brother taught me how to do it.
       I supposed they must be watching to make sure I didn't surface, so I
drew in another long breath and slipped back down under the water. The
glistening of something shiny caught my attention and I focused on the
large propeller. I pushed and wiggled my way to it and began rubbing the
ropes against the sharp blades. In no time, it cut through my bands and my
hands were freed. I grabbed the rope connecting me to the anchor, now
hooked into the bottom ladder rung, and began sawing on it. Just then, the
motor roared into life. Panic shot through me as I imagined being torn to
shreds by the propeller. I pushed away as the pilot engaged the forward
gear and the prop spun into life. The boat moved away, slowly at first but
then picking up speed. I realized in a flash of horror, I was still
tethered to it by the anchor. I imagined being drug to death behind the
boat or worse, the force of the boat ripping my right leg entirely off my
body.
       Desperately, I tried swimming in the wake of the boat, as ridiculous
as that was, and watched as the rope became taut and jerked me backward by
my ankle. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as the pain in my hip
intensified from the dragging motion. I was reminded of the cowboys in the
old westerns being drug behind a horse as I flopped about in the
wake. Suddenly, the pain in my hip disappeared and I bobbed to the
surface. I opened my eyes to see the boat leaving me in its wake. It seems
I had frayed the rope just enough that it broke under the force of pulling
me through the water. I reached down and felt my leg to confirm that it was
really there. "Balls on fire!" I said aloud. I began to tread water, but
the soreness in my hip made it difficult. I was crying in relief at being
alive.
       I watched as the boat began a sweeping left turn. Soon it was coming
back directly toward me. I realized someone must have spotted me in the
water. I turned and started swimming with all my might. I knew it was
hopeless, but my survival instincts forced me to try. Then another sound
struck my ears. I looked around for another boat but couldn't see any. The
fishing boat stopped pursuing me and turned away headed toward shore. I was
confused until I realized the sound I was hearing was a helicopter
overhead. I rolled onto my back in time to see an Italian special forces
soldier being lowered down to me. I began slapping the water with my hands
and crying out in joyful relief. "Thank You, God! Thank You!" I cried out.
       The soldier had me put my arms around his angelic neck and wrap my
legs around his trunk. They hoisted us up and strong hands grabbed and
pulled me safely into the helicopter bay. They took me to the opposite side
and wrapped my wet, nude body in a blanket. A medic inspected me and
treated my cuts and welts from the caning. I told them Antonio was on the
boat. They explained that they knew that already from the tracking device
on his wrist. One of the soldiers showed me the handheld device with a
flashing green dot on the gridded screen. That was how they located our
position.
       My angelic rescuer explained that when John and I were kidnapped,
they weren't sure which operating cell of the BAS had taken us. There are
dozens of cells all over Eastern Europe and the Baltic. They had assumed
Czechoslovakia and started the search there. They found my email about the
BAS to Ricky and so the Army contacted him in case he might know
something. He told them about the spy camera just in case it might be
useful. They'd found the Old Spice deodorant case on the floor during their
search of the crime scene but hadn't realized it was a camera or of any
importance. When they reviewed the video and saw my captor, his image
matched sightings of him in Dubrovnik and so they refocused their search
here. Still, they had no idea where we were exactly until the beacon lit up
on the tracking device.
       The helicopter dipped and the co-pilot ordered the boat to stop in
Italian over a loud speaker. I assumed, at least, that was what they were
saying. The boat continued on. Again the order came to stop, this time in
German. It still continued on. The chopper turned and spun, then came up
alongside the boat's rear section and a large machine gun was manned by the
angel that plucked me from the water and with a deafening roar sent a spray
of bullets into the engine compartment of the boat. It immediately stopped
its forward progression and slowly drifted to a halt. I could see from my
vantage point through the open side door that Siegfried was screaming in
fury and waving his cane in defiance. He dropped to the deck, throwing his
cane aside after pulling a knife from its handle. He grabbed Antonio by the
hair with one hand and held the knife to his throat by the other. His
henchmen began swinging a yellow lifeboat over toward the edge of the boat
on a crane device.
       Antonio was screaming in terror.  The filthy BAStard reached up to
the railing with his knife in hand and pulled himself up dragging Antonio
with him by his hair. A second soldier shouted something in Italian and the
pilot brought the chopper to a stop in mid air. The soldier steadied
himself against the open door's edge and slipped a sniper rifle out. He
squinted into the scope and an empty casing suddenly ejected from the gun
and rattled across the floor toward my feet. I saw Siegfried's head snap
backward taking his entire body with it overboard. Antonio dropped back to
the deck and continued screaming in terror. The remaining BAS thugs
instantly raised their hands in surrender.
       Once Antonio was lifted to the chopper and sitting safely beside me,
two special forces men were lowered onto the boat to take control. Then, I
moved up to the co-pilot's chair and directed the pilot to where I had left
the Colonel and John. My rescuer was lowered again into the water and he
swam into the cave in the cliff face. He emerged with John and then
returned with the Colonel. We all clapped and cheered as the Colonel was
brought into the open bay of the chopper and I moved back against the wall
with the rest of the rescued souls. We all kept bursting into joyous cheers
and sobs of relief except the Colonel who thought it unprofessional, I
assumed. When we arrived at a military base back in Italy, we were whisked
away in ambulances to an infirmary.
       We were given thorough physicals and I was treated for my caning
injuries and cuts. The Colonel needed the most attention of course. We were
extensively questioned and de-briefed, in the Colonel's case. Finally, we
were fed hot soup and thick slices of warm bread for dinner and went to
bed. The three of us were allowed to share a private room. They wheeled a
third bed in so that none of us had to sleep alone, which none of us wanted
to do. I felt tremendous peace and security with my new friends in the
secure confines our small, private, hospital room.
       Even though it was a secure military base, guards stood just outside
our door all night. If we needed to pee, we were told that we had to be
escorted. When the door was shut, John rushed over to me and threw his arms
around me. "You saved us!" he exclaimed.
       "OUCH!" I yelled out. The guards rushed in. Antonio explained in
Italian that everything was all right, that John had just accidentally
hugged my injured back. They slipped back out, pulling the door closed
behind them.
       "Sorry," John said sheepishly. "I forgot."
       "It's okay," I assured him, rubbing my sore back. "You didn't mean
to hurt me. I'm just glad we're safe now. We were all brave and we all did
good."
       "Yes, but you were the most bravest of all," said Antonio. "My
grandfather will reward you much."
       "Just getting us all out alive is enough reward for me," I humbly
responded. I didn't feel like a hero, though I guess I should have. It
almost felt more like a dream than real life now it was over. I'd just done
what I had to in order to survive. I opened my arms wide and said, "Group
hug, but a SOFT one."
       We all laughed and draped our arms gently around each other, leaning
our foreheads into each other. We stayed like that for a long time,
enjoying the embrace, until I said, "Let's push the beds together and sleep
next to each other, okay?" It was unanimous agreement for that idea and we
pushed them side by side, un-tucking the blankets and sheets and just
throwing them on top. We pulled off the thin, cotton hospital robes and
just wore the plain khaki underwear one of the nurses had brought to us
earlier. We also had anklet socks to keep our feet warm. The seaweed green
boxers hung loosely on all of us, since I think they were men's extra small
size military issue. John and I had no clothes and Antonio had long since
stripped out of his for the physical exams. I laid down in the middle bed
with John with Antonio flanking me to the left and right. Lying in the
cracks of the other beds was uncomfortable for them and the beds started to
separate. We grabbed the pillows and twisted around to sleep sideways
across all three beds - our heads on one, our butts on the middle one, and
our feet stretched onto the third bed.
       That worked well and soon I was enjoying the soothing warmth of my
two young friends pressing their flesh against my sides with their arms
draped over my chest. I put my arms under them and gently rubbed their bare
backs. A streetlamp outside the window cast a soft light over our young
bodies. It was warm enough that we kicked the blankets and sheets off of
us. John leaned in and kissed my cheek appreciatively. Antonio followed his
example. I smiled. I continued gently stroking their backs and moved down
to the mounds of their cute boy bottoms. I rubbed my hand over their
matching humps and then slid my fingers beneath the elastic waist bands and
let my palms glide over the soft flesh of their behinds. They gently
snuggled more deeply into me and tickled my pecs and abs.
       I felt the stirrings of their little soldiers as they stiffened up
to attention. John slipped his hand into the fly of my loose fitting, green
boxers and gripped the stiffened barrel of my little sniper rifle. His warm
hand wrapped around my eager dick, nearly tripping my hair trigger. I had
to breathe deep and slowly to focus away from the sensations in my anxious
erection. Otherwise, I would be shooting off all my ammunition before the
battle even started. I turned my head and leaned over, kissed John's
forehead and squeezed his butt cheek. I slid my hand up and pushed his
boxers down over his round, little ass. I did the same to Antonio and they
both proceeded to remove them the rest of the way. Together, they pulled at
the waistband of my underwear and I lifted my hips to let them rescue my
erect little soldier from the confines of his green tent. We were embarking
on a joyful mission. We were drawn together after our incredible ordeal. It
was more than just playful fun amongst horny young boys, it was a joyous
celebration of life and validation of our survival.
       With the khaki's out of the way, John and Antonio snuggled back up
against either side of me, and I resumed my long slow stroking of their
soft flesh from their shoulders to the base of their round, smooth
buttocks. They retaliated with gentle strokes along my well defined pecs
and abs and Antonio started tracing a finger up and down my yearning
penis. It twitched in response to his slight touch as his fingertip brushed
across the sensitive bit of skin under my dickhead. I began squirming and
moaning softly with each stimulating stroke. The two of them started
squirming and grinding into my hips. My right one was still pretty sore,
but the pleasure exceeded the pain and I ignored it.
       Antonio slid downward and slipped between my legs. I lifted my head
to see him smiling sweetly at me over the top of my throbbing boner that
he'd pulled up away from my tummy. "Time to reward my rescuer," he spoke
softly.
       He extended his tongue and licked slowly up the length of my pole in
the same manner he'd been doing with his finger earlier, flicking it over
my bulging flesh helmet. The moist, sensitive sensation nearly sent me over
the edge again, and I began hyperventilating slightly. He tilted his head
and plunged downward over the barrel of my four incher and sucked me ever
so slowly. His movements were graceful and deliberate, causing the most
amazing tingles to spread through the barrel of my gun. I couldn't stop
staring at him work me over. I moaned softly as I experienced my first
blowjob in the experienced mouth of a horny billionaire heir and grandson
of Italy's Prime Minister. "Balls on fire!" I muttered.
       John was watching it also, equally wide eyed. As I watched, it
occurred to me how very similar Antonio and I really did appear. His thin
red lips, accented by his olive complexion, were gliding smoothly up and
down my young weapon. John moved his hand down and ran his fingers through
Antonio's curly, jet black hair while he rose and fell over my
midsection. We were so similar; it was almost as if I was watching myself
sucking on my own dick, as impossible as that would be.
       John was now thrusting his erection into my sore hip with increased
intensity while he watched me receive my reward from a grateful Antonio. I
didn't want to spoil things, but the pain was distracting me from the
wonderful new experience in my groin. I tugged on Johns butt cheeks and
said, "Slide up, John. Let me suck yours."
       His eyes grew wide and his smile grew wider.  He got to his knees
and scrambled up to straddle my chest. I pulled his adorable little soldier
downward and guided him between my thin lips. I was really just doing it to
get him off my sore hip without ruining the sensual experience for him. The
bonding experience of the last twenty-four hours was drawing us
together. We all needed to share this powerful release of tension and fear.
       I hadn't expected to enjoy the sensation of his small piece in my
mouth. However, I loved the feeling of my tongue gliding along the
underside of his turgid little pistol. I sucked and suckled on him as he
arched his back and moaned in numbing ecstasy. Antonio pushed my legs
together and was humping his stiffie and balls into the tops of my feet,
getting himself off while he worked me over in his mouth. I raised my foot
up and pulled my sock off. I wiggled my toes and said, "Look, John. The
tickle toe monster and his little friends have come out to play." John
started giggling hysterically and Antonio looked on in confusion. I slipped
my toes between Antonio's legs and fondled his small balls and dick with my
toes. I slipped his stiffie between my big and second toes and began
retracting his hood over the purple tip of his little toy. Antonio smiled
and started humping between my toes and resumed sucking on me.
       "Mmm, ahhhh, and ohhhh" was all any of us could say as we sucked,
humped and slowly gyrated into each other. John was the first to fall off
the cliff as he grabbed the sides of my head and pushed deeply into my
mouth. I tasted his sweet ejaculate with each pulsating release of his
seed; his tender dick was clamped firmly between my lips. The erotic
experience of taking my first load of boy cum sent me off the ledge, and I
flung myself into the deep waters of an enormous orgasm. I shook and
quivered as I unloaded my full store of ammunition into Antonio's
experienced and welcoming mouth. By my second round of fire, he was
grunting and oozing his own warm juices onto my foot. When it was over,
John slid down over my abs as Antonio retreated from my surrendering little
soldier and pulled free of my toe monster. John leaned in to kiss me and I
turned to let him press his soft lips against my flushed cheek.
       Antonio hopped down and returned with damp cloths to wipe my feet
off and for the dribble on his and my chins. We nestled back together in
the same design we started off in and pulled a single sheet over us. It
barely covered the two boys on either side of me. As I came off my sexual
high and recognized the absence of all the tension in my gut, I started to
giggle uncontrollably, in my little girly way. Antonio was infected and
began to giggle as well, quickly joined by John. We giggled for what seemed
like forever; we just couldn't stop. As soon as we would wind down, someone
would start up again and we would all erupt in more wild giggles. I gently
caressed their backs and round little bums as we eventually calmed down and
just melted into the warm glow of the experience.
       John gripped my relaxed balls and gave a little squeeze. I turned to
face him questioningly, and he said with his sly little grin, "Kiss me on
the lips or I'll nuke your balls."
       "Hey, that's not fair," I declared.
       "With a playful chuckle, he responded, "All's fair in love and war,
remember?"
       "Well, I've had enough war for one day, so love it is, I guess." I
closed my eyes and pressed my lips to his in a tender and lengthy exchange
before we all drifted off to sleep.

I do hope you enjoyed the chapter and the boys' adventures. One more
chapter to go. If you have comments, I always welcome them at
h.schreiber@hushmail.com