Date: Thu, 3 May 2001 12:27:52 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Finding Love - chapter 7

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Finding Love - by BW                        Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 7 - A long lonely wait.             May 2000

We had been in the shack for a week when Mr. Sovie showed up again.  I knew
it was a week because I had found a nail on the floor and I used it to
scratch a line in the paint on the inside of the door each morning.  That
way, I could keep track of how long we had been cooped up in this place.
We heard the car drive in, so we put our ears to the door to see if we
could hear what was being said on the other side.

"How soon before we get rid of these brats, Bart?"

"It's going to be a while, for sure.  That other fag's parents have got
cops all over the place.  They've gone to the local police, the sheriff's
department, and the troopers.  Seems that the kid's old man is close to one
of his bosses, and that boss is a good friend of someone high up in the
Texas Highway Patrol.  Every damn one of those agencies has a group of
officers out working this case.  I passed through four stop-and-go
checkpoints just to get here.  It doesn't look like it's going to get any
better for us, either.  Hell, the last meeting I had with Mr. Driscoll, he
suggested that the Highway Patrol was considering bringing the Texas
Rangers into this, if the kids weren't found soon.  That's why I brought
you enough supplies for a month, just in case they start watching me to see
where I'm going.  I had to tell one of the cops at the last checkpoint that
this stuff was for my invalid mother."

"A fucking month!  I don't want to be stuck out here all by myself for no
fucking month.  Man, I'm so horny already that I'm about ready to explode.
There ain't any way I'm going to last much longer, let alone go a whole
month without sex."

"Cool it, Parker.  I've got you covered there too.  My friend Dean knows
about this place and he's going to bring you out a little company every few
days.  He'll stay in the shack and keep an eye on the kids while you go out
somewhere with the prostitute and get your rocks off."

"Thanks, Bart.  I should have known that you'd have all the bases covered.
You always take good care of me any time I do a job for you.  Sorry that I
doubted you, boss.  Sometimes I let my one-eyed friend do my thinking for
me, and that generally gets me into trouble.  You'd think that I'd have
learned that by now."

"Yep, you should have.  You've got to get that thing under control before
it causes us all a heap of problems.  Have the brats been giving you any
trouble?"

"None.  I think they must be fucking each other's brains out, though.  I
hear strange noises coming out of there at all different times of the day
and night."

"I don't think that they're into fucking yet, but I'm sure they're helping
each other get off, just the same.  Those two are pretty horny for just
starting puberty."

"God, to have the stamina and sex drive of a teenager again.  Sure would be
nice."

"Hell, from what I hear, you don't have any problems when it comes to sex.
I've heard rumors that you can still put a stud bull to shame."

"Hehehe.  Yeah, I can still hold my own, but not like I could as a horny
teenager.  Those were the days.  I had more pussy than I could shake a
stick at, and I could go for hours without having to come up for air.  Man,
I could shoot three or four times without going soft."

"I'm glad that I wasn't one of your girlfriends.  Look, I've got to get
back before someone gets suspicious about where I've been.  If you need to
get any messages to me, give them to Dean and he'll see that I get them.
I'll try to get back here just as soon as the heat is off."

That was the end of the conversation but we learned some important things
from it.  First, we learned that we were going to be here for a while,
which wasn't a pleasant thought.  Second, we found out that other people
were going to be coming out here.  Maybe one of them will mention us to
somebody else, even if it's done accidentally, and that could lead the cops
here.  Lastly, we knew that Dad Driscoll had every law enforcement agency
in the area out looking for us.  That alone sure made us feel good, knowing
how much he cared about us and that he was doing everything he could to get
us back.  Hearing this, I became more confident that the police would
eventually find us and that Sovie would go to prison for a long time.  That
would be really great.  I would laugh at him as the cops led him away in
handcuffs and leg irons, to let him know that I thought he was a fool.

Later that evening we were given our second meal of the day.  This one,
however, was a bit of a surprise.  We had been accustomed to having only
canned foods since we had been here, but this meal was different.  It must
have been a direct result of today's delivery, because we had fresh potato
salad, deli meats, and bread to go along with our one liter bottle of
water.  Tad and I pretended that we were dining together at a big, fancy
restaurant.  You know, the type with a valet to park your car, snooty staff
dressed in tuxedos, and candles lit in the center of the table.  In this
little fantasy, we were boyfriends and we went out to celebrate our first
anniversary together.  We capped the night off by lying down on the
mattress, placing our groins even with each other's face.  Then we began to
suck each other off.

Nearly simultaneously, we started to lick and suck on each other's prick.
I munched on Tad's foreskin and slid it back and forth, while he licked my
exposed dickhead and teased the little eye by flicking his tongue at it.
We were soon as hard as rocks, and we finished our licking so we could
swallow our friend's boner.  Our heads bobbed up and down, as we slid back
and forth along the saliva-slicked sides of the erection, sucking furiously
as we did so.  Soon our hips were thrusting forward, as well as our heads
(both of them), and we were rapidly bringing each other to the conclusions
of our efforts.  As neither one of us can produce any semen yet, we enjoyed
nearly simultaneous dry orgasms from the process.  Our bodies shuddered, as
our hearts raced, until that throbbing in our loins subsided.  After a few
minutes, I swung around so we were lying head to head.  We wrapped our arms
over each other and kissed each other good night, as our bodies calmed back
down and our breathing returned to normal.  It wasn't long before we
drifted off and we slept soundly for the rest of the night.

That evening I thought that I kept hearing the sound of a motor every so
often.  I kept thinking Sovie had returned, but I couldn't figure out why
he would come at such a strange hour.  Then I thought that I had only
dreamt the noises.  After we awoke, I heard that motor sound again and it
was even louder when Parker came into the room to give us our cereal.  I
had another surprise then, too.  The milk on the cereal was very cold
today, not like it had been in an ice chest or a freshly made batch of
powdered milk.  Now, I think I know what that noise is from.  I think Sovie
brought a generator to be used to run a refrigerator and, I learned later,
a small microwave, so Parker could heat up some of the canned food for all
of us.  I guess that confirms that we're going to be here for a while.  How
the heck were we going to get out of this?  Tad and I had already looked
all around the room to try to find a way out, but we came up with nothing.
The only way in and out of this room was through that one door with the
double, deadbolt locks.  I didn't want to give up hope and I figured that
there had to be some way to get out of here and back to Tad's parents.  We
were still very scared about what was going to happen to us and we wanted
desperately to get out of there.  The one thing that we both wanted was to
get back home to Mom and Dad Driscoll and to resume a normal life.

We spent the afternoon considering our situation.  Things looked bleak.
The only thing we could find to do was to try to improve our immediate
situation.  We thought of one change we needed to make right away.  By the
time Parker opened the door to give us our evening meal, I begged him to do
something about that bucket in our room.  "Please, mister, won't you empty
that bucket?  It's filled almost up to the top and it stinks in here.  It's
not like we can open a window or something, to get rid of the smell.
Besides, we won't be able to do much more in it before it begins to
overflow and that will leave one heck of a mess.  If we're going to be here
much longer, that smell is going to get into your room too.  Believe me,
it's not a good smell to have to live with."

Hesitantly, Parker looked at the bucket and saw what I told him was true.
He went over and picked it up by the handle, taking it with him, and I
heard the locks click closed after he left.  I had thought about making a
run for it when he went over to pick up the bucket, but where would I...we
go?  When I did my quick look around, before we were put in the shack that
first day, I could see nothing for miles in any direction.  Besides, Tad
and I were both nude and we would be burnt to a crisp in the hot sun, even
if we did get away.  Like it not, I passed up the opportunity and stayed
put.  Before long, Parker came back carrying the empty bucket and he set it
back in the corner where it had been.  Hopefully, some of the smell would
now dissipate, seeing the contents had been taken elsewhere.

That evening we had a meal similar to the one from the previous evening,
but this time we imagined that we were having a picnic on the beach.  As
the evening progressed and the bright moonlight began to filter into the
room, we took a long, solitary walk on our beach.  In reality, we walked
slowly around the room pretending that we were strolling along the ocean.
In our minds, we were watching the waves as they crashed onto the shore,
and we waded out it to the cool water and splashed each other playfully.
That put us in a very playful and romantic mood, which led us to cuddle
upon the sand (mattress).  After some heavy kissing and extensive petting,
I found myself climbing on top of Tad's body until our erect and pulsing
wands were touching.  Instinctively, we began thrusting and grinding our
hips into each other, causing the friction to set our cocks throbbing.  In
my mind's eye, I could see us lying there on that isolated strip of beach
in the moonlight, rubbing our crotches together until we both had climaxed
once more.

That afternoon Tad came up with another way to pass the time and he started
asking me questions about my family.  We had never really talked about that
before, because of what happened to my dad and how I felt about my mother.
Now, however, I felt that it was a good time for Tad to learn more about my
heritage.  I started by telling him about my great-grandfather.  He had
started out as a cattle rancher and he had a large spread outside of
Dallas.  They were out drilling for water one day, a few miles from the
main house. This was to supply water for the cattle when the ponds dried up
during the hottest part of the summer.  Funny thing was, they never hit
water.  They struck oil, instead.  After that, they drilled several more
wells at different locations around the ranch and my great-grandfather
became very rich.  Eventually, he gave up his cattle interests completely
and he concentrated on the oil business.  Heck, I wouldn't even be
surprised if that oil derrick I saw coming in here was one of my
great-grandfather's original steel wells and this was the shack they
controlled the operation from.  The very first wells were made of wood, but
they started building steel wells around 1920.  That could have been one of
them.

At first, my great-grandfather was just dealing in crude oil and selling it
to other people to process.  When my grandfather got old enough to get into
the family business, he talked his father into getting into the refining
end of the business, instead of just selling it to others.  It was my
grandfather who was responsible for building the family's enormous wealth.
With the gasoline, kerosene, heating oil, and engine oils they now
produced, money came pouring in and the profits skyrocketed.  The growth of
the business, including subsidiaries, was phenomenal.  That was the period
when lots of people were making money on petroleum and my family got more
than its fair share of the profits.

Shortly after my father began working for the company, things started to go
sour in the industry as a whole.  Dad talked my grandfather into
diversifying even more by spreading out into other related areas.  First,
they took over the transportation and delivery end of the business, making
money on both ends of the production process.  Then, they bought out barrel
and drum manufacturing companies and they began to make the containers that
their products would be transported and stored in.  After that, they took
over companies dealing in the production of an assortment of lubricants,
hydraulics, paints, varnishes, and even plastics. All of those things have
a petroleum base, so it was only logical to go there next.  This helped to
keep the money coming in.  I learned that my father was often very
unscrupulous in his efforts to take over these other companies, but he was
very successful in what he did.  That's what kept the family corporation
afloat and kept the money flowing into our accounts.  That was pretty much
all there was to tell.  I think I told Tad as much, if not more, than he
wanted to know about the illustrious Randalls, and my briefing took up much
of the day.  I went to bed that evening with thoughts of my family running
through my mind.  The most vivid thoughts were those of my mother, and I
wondered if my disappearance had concerned her at all or if she was just
drowning her life in another bottle of booze.

Nothing much happened for quite some time after that.  A car would drive in
every few days and we'd hear another guy and a woman's voice.  Pretty soon
we wouldn't hear Parker or the woman for a while and then they'd come back,
laughing and making a lot of noise.  The other guy, I think his name was
Dean, would open the door to look at us every so often, but he never spoke
to us.  Sometimes he looked sad, like he wanted to say something to us, but
he always ended up just shutting the door and locking it behind him.  I
think that he might have felt bad for us, but he never did or said anything
to confirm my suspicions.  He would look at us sadly, but nothing more,
although he really didn't have to look in on us at all.  Parker never did
except at meal times.

Things remained pretty much the same for the next few weeks.  Tad and I
talked about different things, participated in more of our fantasies, and I
kept track of the passing days on the back of the door.  I organized the
marks in groups of five with six groups to a line.  When a row was filled
with marks it meant thirty days had passed or approximately one month since
our arrival.  There was now one full line and three other blocks of five on
the door.  I was just about to add another line when we heard a vehicle
drive in.  We wondered who it was this time, as it was too early in the day
for Dean to arrive with the prostitute.  We figured that it must be Sovie
with the supplies.  We listened at the door to see if we could learn
anything new about our situation.

"Hi, Dean," Parker shouted as the person entered the shack.  "What are you
doing here?"

"I'm just bringing you some more supplies."

"Where's Bart?  Why didn't he come out with them?"

"Too much heat.  The Texas Rangers are involved now and there is a Ranger
staying at each house.  Bart didn't feel that he could get away without
raising suspicions.  He was asked a great many questions after his last
supply run here and he didn't want to take any more chances.  Come on.  You
can help me bring the stuff in here."

We could hear them shuffling in and out of the shack, setting things down
on the table or the floor as they brought them in.  They made several trips
each before we heard them start talking again.

"So, did Bart say how much longer I'm going to be here for?"

"He doesn't know.  It depends on how long the cops keep the pressure on.
Even though the different law enforcement groups have the kids' pictures
plastered everywhere across six states, they have had no reported
sightings.  Of course we know why there have been no sightings, but the
troopers used this to conclude that the boys weren't runaways.  They didn't
feel that two boys that age could have gone very far away without someone
having at least seen them walking, hitchhiking, or even stopping to use a
toilet somewhere.  After the first month without any reports of the boys'
movements, they're now handling this more like a kidnapping, so they're
watching the movements of the people close to both families."

"Son of a bitch.  This is already a lot more than I bargained for.  How
about you coming out and staying with these two for a while, so I can get
away from here for a while?"

"I'll talk to Bart about it, but I don't think that he wants anything to
change until the heat dies down.  I mean, someone might get suspicious if I
stop showing up for work and disappear for any length of time.  You've been
out here long enough that no one would link you to this.  You were out here
a week or two before the boys were found missing, doing the work on this
shack, so there is no connection with your leaving the area.  You just took
a job out of town.  If I were to leave suddenly, it might not look right.
We have to remain very careful now, so we don't blow it after all of this
time."

"I knew it was a mistake to fix that room up for Bart all by myself.  I
spend eleven days getting that room ready for him and now I'm stuck here
for God knows how long.  This sucks big time."

"Yeah, but it must suck even more for the boys.  They didn't have any
choice in this at all and they're not going to get anything out of the
situation.  I feel really bad for them.  I just got into this because Bart
claimed that we'd all make a great deal of money from this job, but I'm not
sure that I'd have done it if I knew how young those kids were.  The way
Bart talked, I thought that they were in their late teens or early
twenties.  Shit, those two haven't even got any hair on their nuts yet."

"I know.  I've thought about telling Bart that I want out of this, but I
know that he wouldn't pay me anything if I did.  With him, you don't get
paid unless you do the whole job.  I guess that I haven't thought about the
kids, though, I've just felt bad for myself.  I guess I never considered
how they must feel and what they're going through.  You're right, though.
I can't even imagine what they must be feeling, after being ripped away
from everything they knew."

"Yeah, it's a shitty deal," Dean continued.  "I would look in on them when
I was here, because I wanted to say something to make them feel better.  I
never could, though.  Every time I opened the door, I started to choke up
and I couldn't get any words out.  I wish Bart would give up this silly
idea.  I don't know exactly why he's doing this, but it has something to do
with getting his hands on his wife's money.  I don't understand how the kid
posed a threat, but Bart felt that he needed him out of the way for now.
Look, if this looks like it's going to go on for more than another month,
then I'll think about giving my two week notice at work and taking over for
you or at least split the job between us.  Would that be okay with you?"

"Yes, Dean, that would be great.  I'd appreciate that."

"Good.  I'll talk to Bart about it, as soon as I can.  I better get back
unless you need something else."

"No, I'm fine.  You go ahead.  I'll see you on your next visit.  Dean,
thanks for everything."

Dean left and we heard his vehicle drive away.  We just started to discuss
what we had heard, when the door opened.

"Hey, you two.  I've got something to discuss with you."  It was Parker.
This was this first time he had ever really spoken to us.  "If you two will
promise me that you won't try to run away, I'll let you spend part of the
day out here with me.  I have a radio and a small television I can plug
into the generator and that way you wouldn't have to be so alone.  What do
you say?  Will you promise me that you won't try to take off?"

Tad and I looked at each other and we both nodded that we agreed.  I turned
to Parker to tell him.  "Okay, we promise that we won't try to run away, if
it means that we can get out of this room for a while.  Do you think we can
get something to wear?"

"Look, I know that your stepfather won't agree to that and I don't have
anything for you.  Maybe I can get Dean to bring something out, but I'm not
sure.  Don't worry though, because I'm not into boys, even cute little ones
like you two.  I won't hurt either of you unless you try to run away on
me."

"Fair enough," Tad answered him.  "What are we supposed to call you?"

"You can either call me Frank or Parker.  I'll answer to both.  Look, boys,
I'm sorry that it has taken me this long to be civil.  I thought that we'd
only be here for a few days.  I never expected us to be here this long
together.  I'm sorry if I seemed kind of cold and uncaring."

"That's all right.  I don't blame anyone for this, except Mr. Sovie," I
told him honestly.  "Thanks for letting us come out here, though.  It was
getting pretty boring in here by ourselves."

"Look, kids, it's none of my business, but Bart, I mean Mr. Sovie, says you
two are queer.  Are you?"

Tad and I looked at each other, as we tried to determine how honest we
should be with him.  "Well, to tell you the truth, we don't know for sure,"
I answered him.  "We might be, but mostly we've just been trying things
with each other to see what it was like.  We didn't know Mr. Sovie was
taping what we were doing or we would have been more careful."

"Hey, guys, it's okay.  All boys try things with each other.  Hell, I did
too when I was about your age.  I'm really sorry that I was so cold to you
two.  Hey, what do you say about watching some television?  I'll see what I
can find."

Parker plugged the TV in and we watched a couple of shows together.  He
wasn't such a bad guy and that day went better than the ones before.  When
it got to be bedtime, Parker locked us back up in our room, but he told us
that he'd let us out for breakfast the next morning.  We thanked him again
and we went in and got on the mattress.  We talked a little about the
change in our situation, but we both decided that we should get some sleep,
so we would be awake when Parker came to let us out of the room again.  Tad
fell asleep quickly, but I had too much on my mind and it took me longer.
While I was drifting off into the blissful land of slumber, I began to
wonder how Tad and I had kept our sanity while being locked up like that.
I mean, it was very lonely with nothing to do and we had only each other
for company.  If we hadn't had each other and our marvelous, escapist
fantasies, I think that we would have been stark raving mad after only a
few short weeks.  Instead, we clung to each other, like a drowning man
clings to a life-preserver out on the ocean, and we kept each other from
being sucked under the surface.

If our attachment to each other wasn't obvious before, it was becoming more
and more apparent that we were bound to each other on a multitude of
levels.  Even our fantasies were subtly changing from hair-raising
action-packed adventures, to ones that were calmer and more romantic in
nature.  Not only had our fantasies changed, but our time asleep was now
spent in a constant, though not always conscious, embrace.  Before, we
would cuddle together, but we would separate before we woke up.  Now, we
were emotionally bonded and physically attached throughout the entire
evening.  Maybe things would change, now that we had more freedom, but I
doubted it.  We still needed each other and we were bound in so many
different ways.  Even though we had both told Parker that we didn't know if
we were gay, I think we both had to admit that fact to ourselves.  Down
deep, I think that we both know what we are.

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