Date: Thu, 25 Nov 1999 21:55:10 EST
From: Tavaritch1@aol.com
Subject: My First Year Cumming Out, Chapter 10

My First Year Cumming Out
copyrighted By Richard Landis

                                 Chapter 10

          One more week of school and we would be going home for
a week over Thanksgiving. This would give me a chance to see
Johnny, whom I had not forgotten. I wrote him every week
faithfully and he wrote me back. I could hardly wait to see him,
not that being here was not fun. I just felt I wanted to show him
all I had learned about the art of male/male sex. Thursday night
rolled around and it was the last night at school for ten days
and it was the last time I would see the guys for the same ten
nights. I had told the other guys to come over to Cliff's and my
room for some fun. We were now six, Cliff, Marty, Kenny, Randy,
Pete and myself. We could really have some fun this last night. I
was not sure what we would do but we would certainly be doing
something or somebody.
Seven o'clock rolled around and little Pete was the first to
arrive, followed by his brother, Kelly. I was shocked to see Pete
bring him. The first chance I got I took him to the side and ask
him what was up. He told me that they would not stay long, as he
could not get away from him. Marty showed up with Kenny close on
his heels. We all sat down to watch some tv and to snack out on
the snacks we had brought. Eight o'clock struck and Pete told us
he had to go and told Kelly let's go. Kelly told him that he
wanted to stay for a while longer. Pete looked at me in panic, I
shrugged my shoulders. I had no idea what to do to get rid of the
arrogant prick. We watched tv until all had to leave in order to
return to their own dorms before lights out. We were foiled by a
straight shithead who did not know what was going on. Other than
Cliff so much for the wild sex orgy we were going to have.
          Friday evening my dad showed up to take me home for the
holidays. It was 10:30 when we got home and to late to see
Johnny, I thought. I had just crawled into bed when a light tap
come on my bedroom window. I looked out to see Johnny's smiling
face. I opened the window and he came into my room. He grabbed me
and hugged me tightly. So tight I thought I would pass out. He
planted his lips onto mine and I fell completely under his spell.
I wanted him in the worse way and I guess he wanted me as bad. He
shoved me back onto the bed and took his clothes off and threw
them into a heap on the floor. He reach down and pulled my PJ's
down my legs. At home I thought it prudent to wear them, at
school I usually wore nothing or just my underwear to bed. Johnny
immediately took my rapidly hardening cock between his lips. I
reached down to his cock and took hold of this large steel hard
rod. It was larger than I had remembered but just as wonderful.
After a few minutes I tried to get away from him, as I wanted
this night to last. He would not let up on his sucking of my cock
and soon I was unloading my load into his waiting mouth. I
reached down to reciprocate on him but he pushed me away. I then
saw that he had already shot his load onto the floor while he
accepted my cum. He pulled back on his clothes and headed for the
window. He turned and blew me a kiss and climbed back out. He
turned and ask if I thought I could spent the night with him at
his house tomorrow. His parents would be away the whole weekend
and we would have the house all to ourselves. I told him I would
try and he was gone.
          The next morning at breakfast I ask my parent if I
could spent the night at Johnny's house that night. My mother
told me it was alright, but my father said "we will see." At ten
o'clock I took my bike out of the garage and peddled over to
Johnny's house. On the way there I stopped at the variety store
to look at the comics, as I had not read a comic since going to
school. I locked my bike to a parking meter and went inside. I
was looking through the magazines when this man in his early
thirties spoke to me. He ask if I had any special books I was
looking for. I told him that I collected comics, and was just
looking to see if there were any I wanted. He ask me how much of
a collection I had and I told him that I had about 1000 books at
home. Some of them were comics my father had saved. I ask him why
he had ask and he told me that he had about that many or more in
his collection, and that some day we should get together to look
through them. I told him that would be nifty and that would be a
fun thing to do. I told him that I was on my way to a friends
house but did not have to be there until after noon. I ask him if
right now would be a good time for him to show me what he had. He
said that he had to stop by the store for some beer, but yes now
would be fine. I told him that my bike was out front and that if
he told me where he lived I would ride my bike to his house. He
suggested that we put my bike in his car and then he would drive
me there, and later would drive me to my friend's. That sounded
fine to me and he told me that he would go next door for the beer
and be right back, and for me to meet him outside.
          After about 10 minutes, I went out front and unlocked
my bike. I was standing there by the curb when this large
Cadillac pulled up. He got out of the car and opened the trunk,
he picked up my bike and put it in and closed the lid. We both
got into the car and he introduced himself as Bret Horner, I told
him my name as we pulled from the curb. His house was on the same
side of town as mine but further out. It took us about 15 minutes
to get there. The house was a large Victorian with turret rooms
on both the first and second floors. I ask him if his wife was
home and he told me that he was not married, and lived here by
himself. The house had been in the family for over a hundred
years and it had been left to him when his mother died. We
climbed the front steps and he opened the door and ushered me
inside. The inside was what I had seen in the movies of these old
houses. He led the way to the second floor and into a room with
bookcases along one wall. There was a large four poster bed,
dresser and night stand in the rest of the room. He led me to the
bookcase and told me to make myself at home. He left the room and
said he would be right back. In a flash he returned and was
carrying the 12 pack of beer. He grabbed an arm full of comics
and took them over to the bed. He motioned for me to come over
and go through them there instead of sitting on the floor. He
popped a beer can open and offered it to me. I had never drank
beer before but I was willing to try it. I took the beer from him
and he opened one for himself and emptied about half of it in one
gulp. I put the beer to my mouth and drank a little, it bit my
tongue. I guess by the look on my face he could tell I had never
drank before. He told me that I did not have to finish it if I
didn't want to, he would understand. I told him no that it was
fine I would just sip on it for awhile. We sat down on the bed
and proceeded to go through the comics. He had some real old ones
and some he had more than one of. I told him if he ever wanted to
sell the duplicates that I might be interested in buying them.
          We had spent about on hour going through the book and
it was getting close to the time for me to head for Johnny's. He
ask me what time I had to be there, and I told him there was no
set time just sometime this afternoon. I told him that I was
going to spend the night with my friend, as he was home alone his
parents were out of town. He ask if I was hungry and yes I was.
He told me he was going to go down to the kitchen and make some
sandwiches. As he left the room he again told me to make myself
at home, look at the comics or investigate the rest of the house
if I wanted. A couple minutes later I went down stairs to see if
I could help him in the kitchen. He was busy making sandwiches
and didn't hear me come in until I stood next to him. He jumped,
I told him I was sorry that I scared him. He told me that was
alright. We carried the sandwiches and two more beers into the
study. He set them on the coffee table and flipped the tv and vcr
on. He ask if I wanted to watch a movie while I ate. That was
fine with me, he selected a video cassette from the bookshelf and
popped it into the player. He then returned to the sofa where I
sat. As I watched the movie, it was about this young couple
riding there bike out into the country.
          There seemed to be no plot to this film but it was
something to watch. After a few minutes of bike riding they came
to a small stream, and they followed it back into the wood for a
ways and then spread out a picnic lunch on a blanket they had
brought. There was some small talk as they ate, and when they
were finished the guy suggested to the girl that they go swimming
in the stream. She told him that she had not brought her bathing
suit. He said that neither had he but that they could swim naked.
At that the guy stood up and peeled off all his clothes and stood
there waiting for her to do the same. This guy's cock was well
over a foot long soft, and I wondered what it would look like
hard. Bret stood up and said he had not meant to put that film in
and he would change it if I wanted him to. I told him no, this
one was just fine. I told him that I wanted to see what he was
going to do with that thing. Bret laughed and returned to his
seat next to me. My eyes were glued to the tv, as the actor
walked towards the stream. Each step he took caused his cock to
swing back and forth. It was still soft but it was growing
longer. I turned to look at Bret, I ask him just how long that
thing got. He told me to watch, what that guy had would really
amaze me. I again turned my attention to the screen. As I watched
this hunk walked towards the water my cock got rock hard. My cock
was in such a position that as it hardened it hurt and I had to
straighten it out. I reached down the front of my pants to pull
it up the front of me so it could get just as hard as it wanted.
          Bret ask he if I was having trouble. I told him that my
wang was trapped down my leg and it was hurting me. He ask me if
the movie gave me a hardon like it did him. I told him yes, this
was the first time I had seen a wang that big. Bret ask me how
many cocks had I seen before. I told him a few, after all I was
in school and you always see guy's cocks when we showered after
sports. As I watched the film unfold in front of my eyes, I was
finding it harder and harder to eat. I wanted to reach down, take
out my cock and jack off. I put my hand to my pants and began to
rub up and down the length of my shaft. Bret opened his mouth and
said that he was going to take the film off if it bothered me
that much. I pleaded with him to leave it on. The guy and the
girl were now in the water and playing around. Not seeing his
dick, I began to soften a little. Shortly They came out of the
water and sure enough there was this monster of a cock jutting
out at the camera. It looked only semi hard and it was all of
fourteen or fifteen inches and about as big around as my wrist.
My cock sprang into a full blown hardon again. It was so hard it
was beginning to hurt. I had my hand on the bulge in my pants and
was squeezing my cock. Bret ask me if I was alright and I thickly
said yes. He ask if there was anything he could do for me.
Without thinking I told him if he really wanted to help he could
take care of this hardon I had. Without further to do he reached
over and removed my hand from my cock. He then opened the top of
my pants and unzipped the zipper. He reached inside the waist
band of my undershorts and produced my cock. My head swam with
his touch, as he lowered his face to my pride. I could feel his
breath on it and it felt so good. Suddenly the whole shaft was
engulfed into his mouth and he proceeded to give me one hell of a
blow job. As he slid up and down the full length of my cock, I
was raising and withdrawing with him. I was ready to pop off
before long. And I grabbed him by the ears and pulled his face
into me and shot my load down his throat.
          I wanted to do him also and I told him so. He stood in
front of me and let his pants drop to the floor. Out popped a
cock that would rival the size of the cock on the guy in the
film. I looked up into his face and ask him what he was going to
do with that. It was long enough to through over his shoulder and
burp. His cock was a good 13 inches long and as big around as my
wrist, he was uncircumcised and the crown of it was circled by
skin. It looked like a bald man wearing a turtle neck sweater,
and I laughed. Bret ask me if my cock was that funny looking. I
told him no and related the turtle neck sweater to him. He burst
into laughter also. The mushroom head was dark red, and it was
throbbing. I was just below it and I could see this blue vein run
up the underside of his cock. I opened my mouth to see if I could
get it into my mouth. My lips were stretched fully and I thought
the corner would split open. When I took it in as far as I could
there was still more than half of it still outside my mouth. He
laid his hand on the back of my head and as I slid my mouth on
and off it he helped me. He was pushing his pelvis towards my
face and his hand was pushing my head into him on each stroke.
The head of his cock was hitting the palate in the back of my
throat, which produced a gag each time he hit it. I was breathing
rather heavily, and on one of his inward moves he hit the gag
point and I took a deep breath as I gaged. This opened the back
of my throat and he continued to shove the full length into me.
My teeth were against his pubic hair and he was withdrawing the
cock again. As it cleared my throat I gulped in some air just in
time for his cock to be shoved back down my throat. Each time he
withdrew I took in air and within a couple of minutes I felt him
unload his cum down into my stomach. I thought he would never
finish and when he took his cock out of me I fell to the floor
gasping for breath. This was the best blow job I had ever had and
was the best one I had ever given.
          It was now close to one o'clock in the afternoon, and
time for me to go over to Johnny's house. I was anxious to see
him again but I was not in a hurry to leave Bret. I told Bret
that I had better go but that I wanted to be friends with him and
visit him again. We dressed, put the dishes in the kitchen and
headed out the door. As we drove towards my destination, Bret
handed my a twenty dollar bill. He told me to buy myself
something with this. I told him he did not have to give me any
money, as I had had as much enjoyment as he had had. That's
alright he said keep it for an emergency, and remember my phone
number which he also handed me. He told me that if I got bored
this evening he would always be home for some excitement. He
suggested that if I thought it might work to bring my friend
around. I told him that I would talk to Johnny and let him know
later on in the day. We pulled up to the curb in front of
Johnny's house and Bret helped me get my bike from the trunk of
the car. Just before he drove away he told me that he hoped he
would see me again.
          Johnny was standing in the door way when I got up on
his porch. " Who was that?", he ask. Just a guy I met at the
variety store I told him. I told him about the morning and he
seemed interested in us going over to Bret's house later on that
evening. He told me give him a call later to set it up. Johnny
was very interested in the fact that Bret had given me twenty
dollars to have sex with him. Johnny had never been paid to have
his cock sucked or to suck a cock. I told him that this was not
the first time I had been given money for sex. I related the
other two times, the first being the guy in the diner and the
second being Michael near school. Johnny said he had never
thought about selling his talents or body, but thought it was a
good way to make some dough. He said he would have to look into
it and see what became of it. Johnny ask if I wanted to go to the
movies this afternoon, and I told him yes but that after that we
had to go to my house to see if I could spend the night. The only
thing he could talk about was the fact I had been paid to have
some fun, something that I had done without the thought of money.
He was obsessed about that all afternoon.
          It was five PM when we got to my house to find out if I
could stay at Johnny's for the night. When we got there my
father's car was not in the driveway. I went into the house and
introduced Johnny to my mother, and ask were dad was. She told me
he had been called out of town on business. I ask her if I could
spend the night at Johnny's. She told me that dad had left
instructions for her to talk to one of Johnny's parent to make
sure it was alright with them. Johnny was about to open his mouth
and tell her that they were not there when I ask him if he
thought his father Bret was at home. Johnny looked at me very
funny and I took him into the hall and explained that we could
call Bret and see if he would pretend to be Johnny's father.
Johnny agreed and we went upstairs, after I told mom we were
going to see if we could get hold of Johnny's father. I called
Bret's number and after a couple of rings he answered the phone.
I told him who I was and explained the problem we had. I also
told him that Johnny and I wanted to come over to his house
tonight. He agreed to be Johnny's father and I told him that we
would call him right back, and that I would have to give my
mother his phone number in order for her to get in touch with me.
That would probably mean we would have to spend the night with
him if he didn't mind. I hung up from him and we went down stairs
to see my mother. Johnny dialed Bret's number and when he
answered, he said "Dad, this is Johnny, Phil's mother wants to
talk to you about him spending the night with me." He handed the
phone to my mother and after a few short minutes she hung up and
told me that it was alright for me to spend the night. But that
she wanted the phone number where I would be. Johnny wrote it
down for her and handed it to her.
          I threw some things into a knap sack and we headed out
the door. I had called Bret from the phone in the hall before we
left and told him we were headed to his house, by bike. He lived
about three miles from my house and it would take us about thirty
minutes. He told me that would be enough time for him to put some
dinner together for the three of us. It was six thirty when we
arrived at his house and Bret met us at the door. I introduced
Johnny to him and we headed for the kitchen. He had made soup,
salad and sandwiches for us all to eat. It was good as I was
starved, and I guess Johnny was too because he practically
inhaled his food. After doing the dished we went into the study
to get better acquainted, and watch some tv. After a few minutes
I ask Bret how many of those films did he have. He told me that
he had about thirty or more. Johnny ask what films were we
talking about. I ask Bret to put one on for us, I was interested
in seeing Johnny's reaction when the film got underway. Bret
popped a video cassette into the player and then came over to the
sofa and sat between Johnny and myself. I got up and went to the
chair where I could keep and eye on Johnny. Bret ask if he had
body odor or something. I told him no but that I could not see
Johnny from where I sat. The film came on and we watched it,
Johnny was taking it all in.
          This film showed three boys with backpacks hiking
through the wood. They were all about eighteen, one was blond
with blue eyes, one was a redhead with green eyes. And the other
was a dark haired guy with dark brown eyes. They were all well
built and shirtless. There bodies were well defined as if they
were body builders. As they walked single file on the trail
through the wood, one of the guys patted the ass of the one in
front of him. They were talking about the hike and then the
conversation came around to girls and how they wished there were
some here now. After a few minutes of hiking they came to a small
clearing and decided to rest for a while. They spread their
sleeping bags out on the ground in front of a fallen log and they
sat down, using the log as a back rest. The conversation was
still on girls and what they would do if they had one here right
now. You could tell that they were getting aroused, as the camera
kept showing the bulges in their levis. The redhead reached down
and stroked his cock. " What I wouldn't do to have a place to
stick my cock, hey! Bill, come over here and suck it," he said.
The blond's name was Bill and he turned to the one just speaking
and said." I'll suck your cock if you suck mine first." There was
no sound out of the dark haired boy as the camera panned to him.
There he sat between the two other boys, and he was rubbing the
front of his pants. He undid the button at the top of his levis
and slid his hand down the front of his pants and then spoke. "
Stop your kidding and talking about sucking cock and girls, you
are really making me horny", as he continued to stroke his cock.
Bill turned to him and said " what you got there, your
imagination or something". "Yeah, I got some imagination here,
it's about a foot of hard throbbing cock. And if you don't shut
up I am going to feed it down you throat."
          "Some big words from a pussy like you. If you have so
much show it to us. And if it's as big as you say, you can do
whatever you want with it." Came the reply from Bill. At that the
dark haired boy opened his pants and slid them down his legs. He
was bronze except for his hip area where he had had on a bikini
bathing suit, while sun bathing. The camera panned to this
gigantic cock, standing straight up and throbbing. "Now big man
being you are so sure I didn't have much, get you bony ass over
here and suck my cock, you cocksucker." The blond crawled over to
the dark haired boy and immediately began to suck on his cock.
The camera panned back to the redhead who had by this time taken
his pants off too. The blond was practically laying across his
lap, and he began to open his pants. I looked over at Johnny and
his eyes were glued to the screen, he was leaning back on the
sofa and he had his cock in his hand and he was beating off. He
made no bones about being in Bret's house or in front of anyone
else. I made the comment to Bret that we could probably make our
own movie with the state of things. Bret was sitting directly
next to Johnny, and as Johnny beat his meat with one hand. Bret
reached over and took Johnny's other hand and placed it on the
bulge in his own pants. While Johnny jacked off, he massaged
Bret's cock through his pants. I got up off the chair where I was
sitting and dropped my pants to the floor and stepped out of
them. I walked over to Bret and took his head and brought it to
my cock. Without further a do he took it in his mouth and began
to suck me off. Johnny looked over at us and then took his pants
off. Bret was working to get his off also.
          When he sat back down, Johnny resume beating his meat.
Bret had other things in mind for Johnny. He reached over and
placed his hand on the back of his head and brought his face into
his lap. There in front of Johnny's face was this gigantic cock I
had totted on just this morning. Without giving Johnny any time
at all to contemplate, he shoved his cock into his mouth. I
wanted to see this and I stepped back from Bret's eager mouth. I
wanted to watch Johnny in action on that foot of steel hard
flesh. Bret was bobbing Johnny's head up and down in his lap as
if he was dribbling a basketball. Johnny had gotten between
Bret's leg and was bent over sucking on his cock. His ass was
sticking straight up in the air and I thought to myself, let's
see if he can take two cocks at once. I stepped up behind him,
spit on my hand and rubbed it on my cock to lubricate it. I again
spit on my hand and rubbed it into the crack of his ass. I then
stepped forward and placed the head of my cock against the button
opening of his ass and stepped further into him. As I stepped
forward my cock drove into the opening. And I didn't stop until
his ass cheeks laid against the flesh on my thighs. I had impaled
him on my cock with one swift movement. In doing so I had helped
Bret get more of his cock into Johnny's mouth. In fact there was
a cock buried to the hilt in both of his openings, I then began
to rhythmically fuck in and out of his ass. And Bret was still
bouncing his head up and down in his lap. I could tell that Bret
was about ready to shoot off by the look on his face. I increased
the speed in which I was fucking Johnny and I was soon at the
brink of shooting off also. One more shove and I was pumping my
juices into Johnny's bowels and I could tell Bret was filling his
stomach with his load. I could feel the ring of Johnny's ass
milking my cock as he unleashed his load also.
          The movie was still playing when we finished our sex.
Bret made the comment that maybe we should do what I had
suggested and make a video. He said he had all the equipment to
shot it, the only problem was where were we going to do it. If it
was any good maybe we could sell it to one of the dirty movie
companies. Johnny perked up, do you mean someone might pay us
money to do the things we enjoy doing. Bret said that that is
exactly what would happen. He looked at Johnny and ask him if had
ever been paid for having his cock sucked. Johnny told him that
he had not ever seen any money for using his talent doing the
thing he liked most to do. At that Bret took two twenties out of
his wallet and gave Johnny and me each one. "Now you have been
paid for having sex, how does it feel?" Johnny told Bret he
didn't want his money and tried to return it to him. Bret refused
to take it back. "There is more where that came from, and I have
a lot of friend that would pay you more just to have a young guy
like yourselves to play with." Johnny's eyes were as large as
saucers as he mulled over the idea of being paid for his body. He
turned to me and ask me if I had ever been paid for sex, I told
that I had been paid for sex three times since he and I had first
done it. "I didn't know that there were men out there that would
pay you to suck their dick." Bret told him that there were
different prices for different things. The more a boy would do
the more he could make.
          "Just to allow a guy to suck your cock, you can make 15
bucks. To suck some one off like you did me you can make up to 40
dollars. If you fuck a guy they pay around thirty. And if you let
yourself be fucked the going rate is fifty to seventy five bucks.
So you see there is money to be had for just enjoying what you
do." Bret went on to tell Johnny that he could set us up with a
couple of guys tonight and we could have money to burn for the
morning. Johnny was really into this money kick, I had never seen
anyone want money so bad. He was obsessed with making money, he
begged Bret to make some calls to guys he knew to set up a date.
Bret left the room to make the calls. I ask Johnny why he wanted
to have so much money. He told me " so I can get out of this one
horse town and begin to live a little." He went on to tell me
that with the money he and I could leave and not worry about
anything. I looked at him strangely and he saw the look. He ask
me what was wrong. I told him that I had no desires to leave
here, I was quite content with who and what I was. "Yeah", he
said, "you are the son of one of the richest families in town,
you get anything you want, me I had to work hard for every thing
I have. No body hands me anything. We're so poor we often wonder
where the next meal will come from." "Come on Johnny, you know
it's not that bad, all you would have to do is ask me, I'd give
you anything."
" That's just the point, I don't want to take handouts anymore, I
want to make a name for myself." " What?" I ask, " being know as
the highest paid cock sucker in Lawrence, Kansas. You want people
to say about you that you are a whore and prostitute. Women get
arrested for selling their bodies and I am sure men and boys are
arrested also. Is that the kind of name you want to make for
yourself." He just shrugged his shoulders.
          Bret returned to the library and told us that he had
made a date with a guy who wanted the both of us. He told us that
this guy paid well, and had offered to pay us two hundred dollars
for the two of us. Johnny's eyes really lit up, he was all
psyched up. You could see the dollar bill signs in his eyes. I
told Bret that I did not want to go, and that Johnny would have
to go alone. Bret said he would call the guy back and let him
know. When Bret again left the room, Johnny really lit into me
"what do you mean you don't want to go, you had better not loose
this guy for me. He's going to be my ticket out of here." I told
him that was completely his decision, but to leave me out of it.
I did not want to see him degrade himself for a few bucks. Johnny
sneered at me and I felt that this was the beginning of the end
for us. His obsession would be the end of our relationship. I
headed for the door and ran from the house. Grabbed my bike and
rode home. When I got there my mother wanted to know what had
happened and I told her that Johnny and I had had a fight. I went
right to bed and to sleep, I wanted the thoughts of Johnny far
from my head.
          Sunday dawned clear and cold, frost was on the windows.
When I went out to the lawn to pick up the paper, I could see my
breath. It looked like snow and I was ready for that. I would be
home another seven days and I guess I wanted something to take my
mind from Johnny. Around 11 AM, the phone rang and one of my
sisters answered it. It was Bret. He ask if I could come over to
his house for a little talk. I told him ok, I told mom I would be
back later and pedaled the three miles or so to Bret's house. He
opened the door before I could knock and lead the way into the
library. He dropped into a chair, the look on his face was not a
happy one. I ask him what was wrong. He told me that Johnny had
had a little trouble last night with the trick he had set him up
with. I ask what trouble, was Johnny alright, was he hurt. Bret
told me that he had taken him to the tricks house and when he
dropped him off had told him to call when he was finished and he
would come and pick him up, that was around 10:30 pm. Not having
heard from him by two o'clock, he went to bed. He figured that
Johnny had made arrangements to spend the night with this guy, it
would have meant more money. Seven o'clock in the morning he
received a call from the guy he had set Johnny up with. The guy
wanted to know where Johnny was. The guy told Bret that Johnny
had left his house around three am, and that when he got up this
morning he found out that there was some jewelry and money
missing. It seems that the jewelry that was missing was valued at
about 14 thousand dollars and the money was seven hundred and
fifty, all in twenties. The guy was pissed and threatened to call
the police if he didn't get the stuff back. Bret had called me
after he had looked for Johnny all over town. He ask me if I knew
where Johnny was and would I go with him to Johnny's house. We
headed out the door. I did not want to see Johnny mixed up with
the police.
          Twelve thirty we pulled up in front of Johnny's house.
I went to the door. Johnny's mother answered the door. I ask if
he was home she told me that they had just returned to the house
and found that all of Johnny's clothes were gone. She ask me what
had happened, did I know where he was. I told her that the last I
saw him was last night and that as far as I knew nothing was
wrong. I gave her my number and ask her to call me if she heard
anything from him. I returned to the car and as we drove away I
told Bret that Johnny had split town. I guess the temptation of
the jewelry and the money was too much for him. When we returned
to Bret's house he called the guy he had set Johnny up with and
told him that he had better notify the police that the stuff was
stolen. They talked for a few minutes and I heard Bret tell him
that it would not be in his best interest to mention Johnny at
all. After all the police might want to know what he was doing
with a fifteen year old in his house. When he hung up he came
back over to where I was sitting and sat down beside me. He ask
me how well I had known Johnny. I told him how we had met and
that we were not that long as friends. I told him that I had
known him about two years but that was from school.