Date: Sat, 30 Aug 2003 19:09:58 EDT
From: Bentedcol@aol.com
Subject: Last Resort Chapter 10

This story contains sex between young boys. If you are offend by this kind
of reading material, then go elsewhere. If it is illegal in your area to
read this stuff, leave too. If you are under 18, leave too. If you wish to
continue on, well who am I to listen too? If you are underage, just enjoy
it. This story is a piece of pure fiction and is copyright. Now that his BS
is out of the way, let's dive into another chapter to see what the boys are
up too.


The Last Resort
Chapter 10


	Brad climbed over the lumber that was lying on the attic's
floor. He was inspecting the beams to see which one might need
replacing. He was very impressed on how well the roofing project was
going. It was going better and faster then he had anticipated. Plus, he was
happy to find out that the roof wasn't in as bad of shape as he was lead to
believe. If the weather stayed on his side, the rate they been going, they
would be done with the roof by mid July. This thoroughly impressed him,
because the most of the juvenile delinquents helping him didn't now how to
swim a hammer, let alone repair a roof. Brad stepped on the musty, dirty
mattress that laid under a gapping whole in the roof. He reached up and
felt some of the beams. This was going to be today's project when the
delinquents arrived.
	"Need any help?" asked Billy as he walked up to his dad.
	"Oh, hi champ. Nah, just surveying for today's project."
	"Sorry I haven't been much help for you with fixing the roof," said
Billy.
	Brad turned and faced his son. "It's alright. I have plenty of
help. Besides, you are pulling more then your weight around here cleaning
out the rooms and lugging those stones. That's no easy task."
	"Tell me about it, but I feel like I should be working by your
side, learning how to fix things and stuff."
	"Billy, yeah I was a bit disappointed because my only son didn't
take the same interest in me or have the same talents as me when it comes
to working with tools and fixing cars. But that doesn't mean I love you any
less." Brad put his hands on Billy's shoulders. "You are your own
person. You have your own talents. That is what makes you special and
unique. And that is why I love you, because you don't try to be someone
you're not."
	Billy squinted up at him. "Why are you getting mushy on me like
this dad?" said Billy as he walked away, causing Brad's hands to fall to
his side.
	"I'm not getting mushy. It's just that I didn't have a dad tell me
that he loved me when I was growing up and that hurt. I always vowed that I
wouldn't follow his footsteps in that manner."
	Billy had a serious expression on his face. He was biting his lower
lip as a funny feeling was forming in his stomach. "Dad, can I tell you
something with you thinking I am nuts?"
	Brad saw the seriousness in his son's eyes. He escorted him to the
pile of lumber and they sat down. Brad turned and faced his son.
	"Billy, as I tried to make clear to you from day one, you can
always come and talk to me. I will never think you're nuts. If you have a
problem, I can help, or at least find someone that can, if I can't do
it. If something is bothering you, I am all ears. If you did something
wrong, come tell me about it. Now, I'm not saying I won't get upset, but I
will do my best to help you through whatever it is rationally. What's
bothering you son?"
	"Well.."
	"Come on, talk to your old man. I knew something was bothering you
since we first got here, but I didn't want to pressure you. I knew in due
time you would come to me or your mom when you were ready too."
	"Dad, something bad happened here."
	"I know, Trevor's accident was serious, but doctor's says he will
put through it."
	"That's only a little bit of it dad. Something bad happened here a
long time ago."
	"What do you mean?"
	"I think there were some boys here that were murdered."
	"Murdered?"
	"You don't believe me do you?"
	"It's not that I don't believe you, but who are you referring too?"
	"Scott and Doug Dunstin. I think there were a few others."
	"Why do you think they were murdered?"
	Billy hesitated. His father just waited until Billy was ready to
speak. "I have nightmares of them. Plus I see strange things."
	"Like the body in the lake?"
	"Yeah,"
	"Look, I am not one to believe in ghosts and horror stories. But
something tells me you're telling the truth."
	"So you believe me then?"
	"Have you ever lied to me before?"
	"No," said Billy.
	"Then I believe you. I just don't know what to do about it. I mean
something like this only happens in Dean Koontz novels and John Carpenter
films. Let me ask you this. What do you want me to do?"
	"I really don't know. I just felt I needed to tell you, that's
all."
	"Look, if you keep having the nightmares or the delusions, let me
know. Maybe it's all in your head,"
	Billy opened his mouth to speak, but his dad stopped him.
	"But maybe what you are imagining is real.  I don't know and I am
no expert on the matter. But if something is haunting this old place, I
dread to think what could happen."
	Brad's and Billy's conversation was interrupted as the ten kids
assigned to Brad, came up into the attic. Billy knew most of them from the
ball game the other night. He didn't' know why, but he felt the need to
work side by side with his father today.
	Dan took the remaining 14 kids. Since he was way behind on his
wiring, he needed all the help he could get. The house was filled with busy
bees, working to beat the storm. Even the deputies were lending a helping
hand from time to time.
	Ozone walked into one of the rooms where he had to feed some
cable. He was alone and the room was empty, but he had that strange feeling
someone or something was watching him. He felt a presence standing behind
him, but when he turned there was no one there. The hairs on his arms stood
up on end several times during that day. He had a sickening feeling in the
pit of his stomach as well.
	At lunch time Boomer scarfed his lunch down and broke out his ball
mitt that he brought with him. Dizzy did the same and the two of them
tossed the ball around. Jason was sitting next to Mindy Parker, trying to
impress her and maybe get lucky and get a kiss at a minimum. Billy was at
the dining room table, drinking cold lemonade, eating a sandwich, and
discussing with his father what their next plan of action was for the
afternoon on the roof. Ozone wondered off his own to the old stone wall. He
had to go investigate to see if someone indeed was watching him and the
others.
	Cody sat on the porch with a yoo-hoo in hand. He had a note pad
that he was scribbling something on.
	"What's you writing?" asked Andrew.
	This startled Cody. He quickly shut his notebook. He didn't want
anyone to see what he was doing. "Uh, nothing really."
	"Is that a journal?" asked Andrew as he pulled up a lawn chair and
sat next to Cody.
	"Yeah, you can say that." Cody didn't really want to carry on a
conversation with anyone.
	"You write your most dire secrets in it?"
	"Sometimes. I also write ideas for stories and stuff too. I just
got done writing a scene for a story I just began on. But like the other's
it's stupid."
	"I can't tell you if they're stupid or not, because I haven't read
any. Can I read it?"
	"You want to read one of my stories?"
	"Yeah, why not?"
	"Because they're stupid,"
	"I'll be the judge of that," said Andrew as he pulled the notepad
from Cody's lap and flipped it open.
	"Don't read it. I got private things in there and the stories
aren't any good," protested Cody.
	"Relax, I won't make fun of your writing and I won't ready any of
your personal journal entries." Andrew read the words that were written in
the note pad.

	The tiny room in the basement was dark and dingy. An eerie glow
from the burning candles cast ghost like images onto the dam stone
wall. Scott and Doug cried together as they laid on the floor in
agony. Their skin was shredded raw and oozing clear fluid. Tears streamed
down Scott's face, mixing in with the blood that was flowing from the
corner of his mouth. Doug felt Scott's hand touch him, as he laid on the
hard, cold ground. Pain surging through his body like thunder. The taste of
blood in his mouth. Through dirt and tears, they looked up and saw the
blurry image of the one who did this. They're lips formed together to
mutter..

	"Hello Young Men, do you know where I can find Mr. Simmons?" asked
a middle aged man coming up the front porch steps.
	Andrew never heard the truck pull up. He was too engrossed in what
he was reading. On the side of the red truck was Dunstin & Son's
Electricians. Sitting in the front seat was a very old man. In the back of
the truck was a wheelchair.
	"Uh, Dad is somewhere in the house," said Andrew.
	Can you tell him that Gary Dunstin is here to see him?
	"Uh yeah, I can do that," said Andrew. He laid the notebook on his
chair and ran into the house.
	Cody took the notebook off the chair and headed off the porch. As
he walked past the old man sitting in the truck, he felt his eyes bore into
him. He noticed the man several times sitting in the window playing chess
at Dunstin's shop. He walked past there several times, because his parent's
ice cream parlor isn't too far from it. Every time he walked past, the old
man would stare at him, through him.
	"You're that Wilder boy aren't you?" snapped the old man with a
cold, cranky tone.
	"Yeah,"
	"I heard you're quite the writer when you're not getting into
trouble with your juvenile friends. You got off lucky. If I was the judge,
I would have branded every one of ya."
	"We didn't want it to happen, it just did."
	"That's what you all say. Kids these days have no respect. They're
filled with the devil they are. And you need to beat the devil out of
them. It's the only way."
	Gary Dunstin and Dan returned to the truck. Gary opened the back of
the truck and pulled out more coils of wire and cable.
	"Cody, give me a hand here," said Dan as he handed Cody the
wife. "Take that up to the second floor."
	Cody obeyed and went into the house. Dan thanked Gary for
delivering the supplies. Gary climbed into his truck and pulled off. Cody
climbed the stairs and flopped the wire down with a thud. He went back down
stairs and out on the porch. Andrew was there looking for something.
	"Cody, where's your story?"
	A light went on in Cody's mind when he realized it he put it in the
back of the truck when he grabbed the wife. He saw the truck pull out on
the main road.
	"Darn it, I left my journal on the truck. I set it down to carry
the wire."
	"Where did you come up with that stuff?"
	"I don't know. It just came to me." Said Cody, worried on what
people would say if they read his journal entries. He had some very private
things in there.
	"How?"
	"It just did."
	"Did you dream you it?"
	Cody screamed and jumped and ran in doors. Andrew looked and saw a
bee flying around. Andrew followed Cody.
	"You get stung?"
	"No, but I don't want too. I am allergic to bee stings."
	"How bad?"
	"A couple of years back, I got stung and it almost killed me."
	"Wow, where did it happen at?"
	"At the park. The town was having a block party. Everyone was
there. Lucky for me, because when I got stung, my throat swelled up and I
couldn't breath."
	"Did they have to cut a whole in your throat?"
	Cody looked embarrassed and pulled his shirt up closer to his
neck. "Yeah"
	Andrew could tell that Cody was ashamed of it. "Don't worry. It's
cool."
	"That's why I don't take my shirt off. I don't want anyone to see
my scar."
	"Don't be embarrassed about it. I got plenty of scars. Mainly
because I crash my bike too many times."
	Cody smiled. He never really had any friends. But he was beginning
to like Andrew. He knew he thought Andrew was cute.
	"Now about your story. Who did the two boys see?"
	"Alright Mr. Wilder, lunch is over. Time to get back to work," said
Deputy Kane.
	Cody shrugged and went back in the Inn. Andrew quickly went in
after him.
	"Cody, who did the boys see?"
	"Andrew!" yelled Dan.
	"Yeah?"
	"You're mom is on the phone for you,"
	"Andrew got on the phone and talked to his mom. She was just a few
minutes away from the Inn in her rental car and she wanted to see her
son. She was going to take him with her for a couple of days."
	Andrew had just enough time to pack, before his mom arrived. He
didn't get a chance to talk to Cody anymore about his story. He got into
his mom's car and he drove off. He looked up on the roof and saw Billy
traipsing around up there with no shirt on. He wished he would have been
able to tell Billy what he read.
	Ozone stood in the open field He could hear hammers being pounded
and saw buzzing off in the distance. Birds and a stream off in the distance
joined the chorus. He walked over to the spot where they were yesterday. He
looked around. Once again, he felt like he was being watched. His arms were
covered in goose bumps and the hairs on his arms were standing on end. He's
been standing here for most of his lunch time, but he heard and saw no
one. Yet, he felt a presence.
	"Hey Ozone, Deputy Wilson is looking for you. Lunch is over," said
Dizzy.
	Ozone was startled. He laughed it off and headed back to the Inn
with out saying a word.
	"You're alright?"
	"Yeah, I guess I just got myself a case of the willies. Too many
horror movies. Come on; let's go get back to work."
	The afternoon blazed with heat. But the busy bees worked hard and
it wasn't long, the bus revved its engines as the kids piled on.
	"Hey Billy, We're playing ball again tonight. You wanna play?"
asked Boomer as he stooped in front of the door to the bus.
	Billy looked at his dad. His dad smiled.
	"What time?" asked Billy.
	"After dinner. About 6"
	"Same place?"
	"Yeah,"
	"Cool, I'll see ya there and bring Jason."
	"Maybe this time you can hit the ball," laughed Boomer as he got
on. The doors closed and the bus pulled out.
	"Thanks dad for letting go play ball tonight."
	"You worked hard today Billy. Now it is time to play hard."
	The bus pulled up into the Courthouse Parking lot. The parents were
waiting for their kids. Ozone and Dizzy got off and saw Dizzy's mom.
	"Boys, over here," she called.
	"Hi Mom," said Dizzy.
	"Hi Mrs. Edwards."
	"Ozone, your mom has to work tonight."
	"So I'm staying with you guys tonight?"
	"Yes you are. You're mom dropped off some clean clothes for you
this time though."
	The boys climbed into the car. The arrived at Dizzy's trailer. They
go inside and Dizzy's father wasn't home. His baby sister was watching
Sponge Bob on TV, while his older sister was talking on the telephone.
	"Now you boys get cleaned up."
	"Mom, is it still okay to play ball tonight?"
	"Yeah, that's fine."
	Ozone and Dizzy went into the bathroom and locked the door. Dizzy
pulled his pants down and sat on the toilet.
	"Gees Dizzy, don't you have no dignity? Let me know when you're
done," said Ozone as he left the bathroom. Ozone stood outside the door. He
heard the toilet flush and went back in. Ozone wrinkled his nose, smelling
the after effects. Dizzy was standing there naked with a hard on.
	"What do you intend to do with that?" inquired Ozone.
	Dizzy cast him a devilish smile. "What do you want me to do with
it?"
	Ozone went up to him, feeling his own dick getting hard. He grabbed
onto Dizzy's hard cock and pulled it towards him, causing Dizzy to bend
down a bit. Ozone then kissed Dizzy on the lips.
	Dizzy and Ozone laid on the small bathroom floor. Dizzy was on top
of Ozone, kissing him. His right hand was under Ozone's shirt, rubbing his
chest, while the other hand was rubbing Ozone's cock through his pants.
	Dizzy broke the kiss and placed Ozone's arms above his head. Dizzy
slid his shirt off. He bent down and placed his nose between Ozone's
nipples. He took a big whiff. He smelled a young sweaty boy. He could feel
his own cock pulsating with excitement. He then laid back down and began
kissing Ozone again. Their bare chest touched. As they were kissing, both
boys' fingers fumbled against each other, as they loosened Ozone's pants
and pulled them down. Ozone's dick popped out stiff and hard. Their hands
began exploring and caressing each other as their naked bodies pressed
tightly against each other. Their hard cocks rubbed against each
other. Dizzy began to hump Ozone, rubbing his dick against Ozone's. Dizzy
sat up and he moved down and stuck his pointed tongue out. He licked the
gobs of precum oozing out of Ozone's dick and spread it around the purple
head that sat upon the pulsating cock. Dizzy laid his fingers on Ozone's
lips. Ozone immediately took them into his mouth and licked them and sucked
them. Dizzy took the out and wiped the warm saliva on his rosebud. He
maneuvered around and straddled Ozone. He slowly lowered himself onto
Ozone's cock. Dizzy's white ass cheeks were touching the hairless skin
around the base of his shaft. He stayed there for a few minutes, letting
his ass adjust to the intruder inside him. He began swaying his hips back
and forth. Ozone let out some gasps and groans. Dizzy placed his each hand
on each of Ozone's nipples. Ozone reached up and pulled Dizzy down by his
ears and began kissing him deep and passionate as Dizzy began to sway his
hips faster. Ozone matched Dizzy's rhythm.
	"Hard Dizzy," moaned Ozone.
	Dizzy started to move harder. Ozone was moaning and he had his head
leaning back with his eyes closed.
	"Fuck me with all you got, Dizzy."
	Dizzy started moving up and down really, fast, hard and deep. His
ass cheeks were slapping against Ozone's skin, causing a snapping noise.
	"Yeah, fuck me. That's it. Fuck me," groaned Dizzy.
	Dizzy was raising himself all the way, just high enough that he
wouldn't come out and then slam himself back down. Dizzy was moaning
too. He loved the feeling of Ozone's cock in him.
	"I'm cumming" gasped Ozone really loud as his finger nails dug into
Dizzy's back, causing him to collapse upon Ozone. Dizzy could feel his ass
being filled with wonderful warm, white treasure. He loved the feeling know
that he could carry a part of Ozone around with him. The two boys kissed.
	Dizzy slid out of Ozone's ass, against protest. They stood up and
Dizzy sucked Ozone's softening cock clean of both his and Ozone's
remnants. After Dizzy was done, Ozone jumped up and sat on the dryer that
was running. The dryer's top was warm on Ozone's bare ass. He leaned over
and put his hand under Dizzy's balls. He scraped Dizzy's ass, collecting
some of the leakage. He then spread the leakage he collected over his
awaiting asshole. He was lubricating his ass with his own cum. After he was
done lubricating himself, he licked his fingers clean. He placed his towels
to cushion over the knob section of the dryer. He cleaned back and scooted
his ass forward, to bring it up to the edge of the dryer. Dizzy stepped up
on a stool and guided his precum covered cock into Ozone's ass. Ozone let
out a groan as he felt Dizzy's cock slide into him. The bare skin around
Dizzy's cock was now flush up against Ozone's ass. Dizzy could feel the
squishiness between his own cheeks as he slowly thrust deep into Ozone.
	"Dizzy, fuck me like there is now tomorrow," moaned Ozone.
	Dizzy began to pump faster. The dryer continued to makes its own
noise as Ozone grabbed onto his front edges of it for dear life. His legs
were propped over Dizzy's shoulders. Ozone's cock began getting hard
again. And it wasn't long that it was leaking precum.
	"Harder!!!" said Ozone.
	An electric feeling began to sweep through Dizzy's body. Dizzy
began moaning as he was thrusting, long, hard, deep and fast as he could
into Ozone. Finally the feeling got too much and he left out a loud
moan. His balls grew close to his body as he released his load into
Ozone. Ozone moaned in pleasure as he felt himself being filled up with
Dizzy's cum. Dizzy slipped out and Ozone was about ready to sit up, but
Dizzy held him back down. Dizzy leaned over and began tongue fucking Ozone,
cleaning him out and making him clean. Dizzy loved the smell of young boy
and his cum mixed together. This was too much for Ozone. He began pumping
his rock hard cock and soon one squirt flew out of the tip of his swollen
purple head and landed near his belly button. It was followed by some
clearish white ooze. Once Dizzy was done, cleaning Ozone, he stood up and
some cum was smeared over his face. Ozone got on his knees on the top of
the dryer and leaned over and began kissing and cleaning Dizzy's face. Once
they were done, they climbed into the shower and began washing each other.
	"Hurry up, boys if you wan to play ball tonight," yelled Dizzy Mom
as Dizzy was about ready to take Ozone back into his mouth.
	"We'll save it for tonight," assured Ozone.
	The boys toweled themselves off and got dressed and headed out.
	After Boomer got off the bus, his folks weren't there. Like Cody,
he was close enough to walk home. He decided to try to make friends with
him again. The two boys walked together talking small talk.
	Then out of no where Boomer asked a question that he even found it
surprising that he asked it. "So Cody, you're a virgin?"
	Cody was shocked. "What do you think?"
	"That's cool. I am too. Have you ever seen a naked girl?"
	Cody blushed. "No, you?"
	"Just my sisters."
	Cody and Boomer entered the Parlor. Millie was filling in, while
Cody's parents were at the accountant's office. Cody invited Boomer to his
room.
	"Wow, this is some room. You have posters of Harry Potter and Ron,
Elijah Wood, Aaron Carter, and Haley Joel Osement. You like them, huh?"
	"Yeah"
	Boomer plopped himself on Cody's bed. It was made up neatly and his
room was very clean. At the foot of the bed, along the wall was a computer
desk. There were many notebooks and lots of computer papers with words
printed on them. Cody turned on his computer. There was a picture of Stevie
Brock on his wallpaper. Boomer took notice of it.
	"Cody, can I ask you a question?"
	"I guess," said Cody as he sat down at his computer and pulled up a
computer game.
	"Are you gay?"
	Cody was silent. He wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to get
teased or anything. "Why would you ask something like that?"
	 "I don't know you just have all these boy posters around. I just
thought maybe you're gay. That's cool though."
	"I'm not gay. I just like those posters," lied Cody.
	"You got net access?" asked Boomer. He had an idea.
	"Yeah,"
	"Cool, I want to show you a few good sites,"
	Cody logged onto the internet and Boomer scoot Cody over to share
his chair with him. He typed in a few words and a website popped up showing
two twinks sucking and fucking each other.
	Cody just sat there and watched. He didn't say a word. Boomer
pressed some more keys and more sights came up showing men with other men.
	"You like?" asked Boomer.
	Cody nodded.
	"I like it too,"
	"You do?"
	"Yeah, I like dick. But don't tell anyone. Only a few people
know. It wouldn't go over well, if people found out."
	"Have you ever.."
	"Done anything with a guy" Boomer said, finishing Cody's sentence
for him.
	Cody nodded his head.
	"Once and it was fucken awesome. I was sucking someone's dick,
while another boy was sucking mine. Man that was so much better then just
beating your own meat. Have you?"
	"No, I haven't done anything with a guy."
	"You want too?"
	Cody's eyes lit up. "You want to do something with me?"
	"I had my cock sucked yesterday for the first time. It was super
cool. What I really want to do is blow my load into someone's ass and have
them blow their load in my ass."
	"Oh, I don't know. That sounds like it will hurt."
	"It might, but we won't know if we don't find out."
	"I don't know Boomer. I mean, I want too, but the pain."
	"I tell you what. You can fuck me first. Then, I will fuck you. If
it hurts, I will stop."
	"Promise?"
	"I promise."
	"How should we start?" asked Cody, unsure of himself.
	"Close your eyes first."
	"Why?"
	"Just close them,"
	"You're not gonna pull a prank on me or something?"
	"Relax Cody. I am not going to play a trick on you," assured
Boomer.
	Cody stood at the foot of the bed and closed his eyes. Boomer knelt
in front of him undid Cody's pants and pulled them down to his
ankles. Shivered up tightly was Cody's limp dick, hiding under his Harry
Potter's briefs.
	Boomer reached out and touched it. It squirmed slighting to his
touch. Cody gasped and opened his eyes. Boomer looked up and saw Cody
looking down at him. He then took both Cody's penis and sack into his mouth
and sucked ever so lightly. Cody's eyes widen and were popping out of his
skull. The sensation was phenomenal. His dick immediately sprung a woody.
	"Take your clothes off," said Boomer as he lifted his shirt over
his head.
	Cody shyly, but willingly, took off the remainder of his
clothes. He watched Boomer as he pulled his pants down, revealing his hard
dick. Cody could feel his mouth watering and his heart pumping fast. One of
his fantasies that he written in his journal was actually coming true.
	"How do you want to do it?" asked Boomer.
	"Huh?"
	"Do you want it doggy style, missionary style, or me to straddle
you?"
	"I don't know. What do you want?"
	"Let's try doggy style," said Boomer.
	Boomer climbed onto the bed and got on all full, but leaning his
forward potion down, so his but stuck up in the air. "Okay, kneel behind me
and gently slide your dick in me."
	Slowly and cautiously Cody did what he was told. His heart was
pumping a mile a minute. He couldn't believe he was actually doing
this. Cody scooted up close to Boomer's ass and took hold of his own 3 «
dick.
	"I'm afraid I don't have a big dick," said Cody, hesitating.
	"It's not the size that counts, but what you can do with it?"
laughed Boomer.
	Cody took a deep breath and when he exhaled sharply, he rammed his
cock hard into Boomer.
	"Ow, careful," yelped Boomer.
	Cody quickly pulled completely out. "Sorry,"
	"Why did you come out?"
	"I hurt you,"
	"I'm alright. Now do it again, but this time, slow and gentle. I am
a virgin here you know."
	Cody took another deep breath and slowly guided his small tool into
Boomer's anal cavity. Boomer slowly pulled out and back in. Then a flush of
energy swarmed through him and he gave two big hard thrust and groaned
really loud as his whole body shuddered. He dick shot a couple of squirts
into Boomer's ass. Not enough to fill him, but Boomer felt it inside of
him.
	Cody flopped on the bad next to Boomer, huffing and puffing. Sweat
beads were forming on his forehead. His dick began to soften and drool was
leaking out of it.
	"I'm sorry I didn't last long," said Cody apologetically.
	"First time, never does, so I am told," said Boomer.
	Boomer leaned over Cody and kissed him on the lips. "Thank you,"
	"For what?"
	"For taking my anal virginity and giving me your cock
virginity. Are you ready for me to take your anal virginity and receive my
penis virginity?"
	Cody shook his head yes.
	Boomer moved down to be below Cody's ass. He lifted Cody's legs and
spread his cheeks apart. There was a nice red rosebud, just begging to be
plucked. Boomer touched it with the tip of his tongue. He could feel Cody
shudder and shiver at the touch. Boomer licked it a few more times, making
sure it was nice and wet. He then licked his finger and slowly slid it into
Cody's ass. Cody moaned. Boomer stopped at the first knuckle and
waited. Then he continue to the next knuckle. When Cody winced a bit, he
stopped.
	"You okay?"
	"Uh huh," moaned Cody quietly.
	"You want me to keep going?"
	"Uh huh," was all Cody could say.
	Boomer eased his finger into Cody's tight virgin ass. He could feel
the walls wrap tightly around his finger. Boomer moved his finger around,
trying to stretch it out. Boomer took his hand out and licked both his
finger. He then followed the same routine, but this time using two
fingers. He knew Cody was scared of it hurting, so he was making sure that
he would prepare Cody for least pain as possible. He read how to do it in
erotic stories that he found on the internet. Once he was done with two
fingers, he did the same routine with three. It was way tighter and
difficult for three and Boomer couldn't get all the way in. But he did his
best. He then pressed his face tightly up against the entrance to Cody's
ass and filled his ass with as much spit as possible. Then he stood up and
placed Cody's legs over his shoulders.
	"Now, when I go in, push like you're taking a shit. That should
ease the pain."
	Cody grabbed onto his bed sheets in anticipation of pain. Boomer
finagled his way into position and rested the head of his cock at the
entrance of Cody's hole. He then guided his head in and stopped.
	"You okay?"
	Cody nodded. His eyes were closed tightly and his head turned to
the side.
	"Relax, I promise I will be gentle."
	Boomer lowered an inch into Cody and waited. He could feel Cody's
anal walls wrap around his swollen cock. Finally, in due time, Boomer was
completely in. He began thrusting his hips slowly. Cody finally relaxed and
opened his eyes and looked at Boomer. The fear was finally going away and
he was beginning to enjoy the feel of Boomer's hard cock in him. This was
something he would like to do more often.
	"You ready? Here it comes?" said Boomer.
	Cody felt a hard thrust and felt something gooey enter his
insides. Instinct forced him to grab onto Boomer and pull him down on top
of him. Boomer slid out and cum dripped down the crack of Cody's ass
cheeks. The two boys gave each other a quick peck of a kiss on each other's
lips.
	"Cody! We're home!" yelled Cody's mom.
	"Oh shit," said Boomer. Both boys scrambled and got dress. They
just finished straightening up when Cody's mom entered his room.
	"Oh Hi Boomer, I didn't know you were here,"
	"Hi Mrs. Wilder,"
	"Cody, get cleaned up, it's dinner time."
	"Okay mom."
	"Boomer, would like to stay for Dinner?"
	"Nah, I got a ball game I have to go to. Then afterwards, mom and
dad are having a cook out back at home."
	"Okay, maybe some other time."
	"Hey, can Cody play ball with us tonight?"
	"That would be nice, but not tonight. I don't think Mr. Wilder
would go for it just yet. But let me work on him," said Mrs. Wilder.
	"Alright, I better go then. Bye Cody" yelled Boomer.
	"Bye Boomer. See ya tomorrow."
	Boomer left Cody's house and went to the park. Some players from
both teams were already there warming up. Brad dropped Jason and Billy off
and told them that he will be back in a little while.
	Dizzy and Ozone showed up late. This pissed off the other team,
because Dizzy and Ozone were the only catch and pitcher for Boomer's team
and they couldn't play without them.
	Like before, no score was kept. They just kept playing inning after
inning, making sure everyone got to be at bat. A few times, some of the
older players were coaching Billy in his batting stance to connect the ball
better.
	Brad and Janie McDowell pulled up in their station wagon and
watched their son play ball. Molly was sitting in the back seat complaining
that she had to come along. A broken down call pulled up next to them. In
the car was a lady. She got out when she saw Dizzy and Ozone coming off the
playing field.
	"Hi Dizzy, Hi Ozone."
	"Hi Mom," said Dizzy.
	"You're Dizzy's mother?" asked Janie.
	"Yes, did he do something?"
	"No, no, I am Janie McDowell. I am friends with Louise and Bob
Townshend who are the owners of the old Dunstin Manor. Dizzy has been
helping us fix up the place this week."
	"Nice to meet you. I am Kelly Edwards"
	"Kelly, this is my husband Brad and here comes Billy now. And that
is Jason with him, Bob and Louise's son,"
	"It's nice to put a name with a face. The two boys just talked so
much about Billy and Andrew. They haven't said too much bout Jason."
	"Jason hasn't hung around them too much, like Billy and Andrew
has," put in Brad.
	"Look, I know we just met and we don't know each other, but I have
a problem and maybe you can help me out, if you don't mind."
	"If we can," said Janie.
	"Dizzy's dad came home and he is in no condition to have kids
around. It's not good for Dizzy to be exposed to it. Now, my two daughters
went over to my eldest daughter's best friend's house, but.."
	"We will be happy to let Dizzy spend the night," said Janie.
	"It's just not Dizzy. I am watching Ozone tonight too. His mother
is working and can't get off at the hospital."
	"No problem, the more the merrier" assured Brad.
	"Will it be alright with Ozone's mother if he spends the night?"
	"I will call her and let her know." She pulled out her cell phone
hit speed dial. She stepped away from the McDowell's.
	Billy ran to his mom and dad and told him that he hit a double and
batted in two players on that same hit.
	"Janie, I just talked to his mom and it's okay with her. She said
she will pay you tomorrow."
	"She doesn't need to pay us anything," insisted Janie.
	"You're sure?"
	"Positive"
	Mrs. Edwards talked on the phone again and then hung up. "She sends
her deepest thanks yous. She wanted to talk to you, but she had to go to a
cold blue."
	"Ooo, that's not good."
	"Hopefully they can revive the patient."
	"Hey Billy, how would you like to have Dizzy and Ozone spend the
night with you tonight?"
	"That will be cool," said Billy excitedly.
	"Really?" asked Dizzy.
	"Yep, it's already been arrange" said Brad.
	"Thanks mom," said Dizzy as he hugged his mom.
	"Your bags are in my car. Go grab them and you two be on your best
behavior. I know it's hard, but please do try."
	"We will, mom."
	"Kelly, will you be alright?"
	"Yeah, I am a tough old gal. Been through this many times. I can
take care of myself."
	"Here's our cell number if you need us. Don't be afraid to call,"
said Brad as he handed her his business card.
	"Thanks, but I will alright."
	The boys climbed into the station wagon and Brad and Janie shortly
followed. They said goodbye to Boomer and the others and headed back to the
Inn.
	The boys threw their bags on Andrew's and Trevor's cots. Janie had
phoned ahead and Louise had already changed the linen and put fresh on. The
boys were so excited that they were spending the night.
	The boys were sitting around the dining room table playing the
cared Game Spoons, while Louise, Bob, Brad and Janie were at the card table
playing Gin. Molly had already gone to bed.
	Brad stood up as his cell phone rang.
	"Hello..what?.....when?......oh dear lord....I understand..thank
you for calling...Goodbye."
	"What is it Brad?" said Janie.
	Everyone's eyes were fixated on Brad.
	"There's been a death,"
	All the eyes turned and saw Dan Simmons walk in. His eyes were
blood shot and read.

To Be Continued...

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