Gaystoryman’s Gay Fiction

On The Run

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (3)

Bobby Rae pushed the barrel up hard, making TJ wince from the pain. He knew he should keep on taunting him, but he had nothing left. There was no way out, so he might as well not make it any easier for the bastard. Still, he could choose his words a bit better, but then what the fuck, he was fairly certain he’d be long in the ground before much longer.

The gun was slid out from between his legs, and he could hear Bobby Rae grunt, and suck in some air. There was no doubt that the guy was heated up, but what else could he do? Smack him around a bit or rifle whip him? So he’d maybe break a few bones before finishing him off, least then it wouldn’t seem so bad.

The rifle simply moved away, and he relaxed a little, wondering when it would come crashing into him. Would Bobby Rae simply ram it across his leg or his arm? Would he even bother, and just simply pull the triggers? Then too, would he shoot him in the cabin? It would leave a mess, one that even Bobby Rae would know someone would eventually notice.

No, he’d maim him first, break a few bones, to get TJ to cry out, to have him begging for him to stop, but he knew he would never do that, no matter how many limbs he broke or cracked. He wasn’t going to give into the bastard, not now, not ever.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up suddenly, as he felt a chill across his back. Then he heard the door open, and then close quickly. He didn’t dare look out between his legs, but he stood there, hunched over holding onto his ankles, staring at the floor. Bobby Rae’s heavy boot echoed on the wooden floor, coming back closer to him. Yet there was a sort of different sound to it.

It wasn’t as forceful of a tread, muted sort of plus there was a sound of something jangling, like keys or such, but he tried to ignore it. Instead he tried to think of other things, to let his memories have one last play before his mind, before his lights were permanently dimmed.

A few images flew past, just brief flings or one’s that were just about getting off. Not like Doug, in that it had been memorable, just that it was nothing but random sex. He sucked in some air, as he tried to think, to take his mind off his impending doom. In some ways he began to feel sad, not for what he figured was to be his last moments alive, but that really he didn’t have a lot of memories worth holding on to.

Sure there was Rick and Ron, and then Doug from last summer. Man that guy was hot, and while he had only been in the county for 10 days, it seemed like a lot longer at the time. How they would meet at different places, have a quick suck, before going back to TJ’s place, where they would really let loose.

Try as he might, he wanted to think that there was more than just three good memories to hold, to review one last time. As the sound of Bobby Rae coming closer, his body shook a little in panic, when the image of the dark haired guy in the red Corvette flashed before him.

He had been pumping gas at the gas station by the Inter State, as a favour to Ron. Ron had some test to study for, needed the time, so naturally TJ had offered to work his shift, not like he hadn’t done it before. Besides, it was easy enough work, and it meant a few extra bucks too. That always came in handy, but that day was what his dad would call a ‘red letter one’.

He had spotted the car coming off the exit ramp, saw the dust as it hit the county road leading past the station. The bright cherry red color just seemed to glimmer in the sunshine, and as it came closer, the air around it seemed to just shimmer. It really was a hot looking car, but when it pulled into the Station, the guy driving it was just as good looking.

Man, talk about being lucky, as the guy had rather short hair, dark that matched his deep tan too. As he turned the car off, he took off the sun glasses and TJ saw a pair of rich brown eyes that just made his heart skip a beat or two. He couldn’t help himself, as he had been thinking of Ron, and how he had promised not only to let him have the day’s pay, but would give him something special later on that night. Now he knew it was either gonna be a joint of some of that good BC Bud, or his dick. Either one was worth spending the day pumping gas.

As he walked around to fill the tank up, another first for him, he couldn’t help but notice how the guy kept looking at him, checking him out. Hell, he knew he wasn’t bad looking, but it was nice when strangers thought so too. Naturally he had done some checking of his own, enjoying the nice tight butt the guy had, and how his face looked when he talked. It was like he was always smiling too, and when he popped the hood for TJ, well, that was the beginning of one hell of a night.

TJ heard something being slid out of its case, or hold, then he realized it was Bobby Rae’s belt. So the bastard was gonna whip him first, like that was going to make him cry out? Not fucking likely, but still, he just wished the bastard would get it over with. All this suspense was becoming a bore, but then too, the longer Bobby Rae prolonged it, the more time he would have to remember those special times, like with Jordan.

It was while under the hood that Jordan made his play, which had surprised TJ. Normally he was the one making all the plays, so it was a surprise when the guy leaning in, with him, under the hood. Then as he pulled the dipstick out, he felt the guy’s hand suddenly resting on his. He had placed it on the side, to balance himself, while reaching for the dipstick.

With his hand in mid air, the dipstick just showing, he turned towards the driver, to see his dark brown hairs looking into his face. The way they glittered, along with the curling smile around the lips only made his heart skip a beat. The hand didn’t move, but rested lightly as they stared at each other.

Finally the guy leaned back, and watched as TJ wiped the dipstick, telling him the oil level was just fine. The guy had grinned, saying ‘well the car may not any oil, but I damn sure do’ and that was it.

TJ didn’t need any other encouragement. He knew exactly what the guy meant, and it wasn’t like there were lots of people around. He just grinned back at him, saying ‘he had some private stock oil, that was guaranteed to keep his motor well lubed’ which made the guy smile even more.

Strange to be thinking of guys he did, or who did him, as possibly his last thoughts. Shit, maybe it was natural, or maybe he was just trying to avoid dwelling on his lack of luck. Yet then again, he didn’t think he was unlucky. After all, taking Ron’s shift, meeting Jordan, and having their first little fun in the office of the gas station, was well, lucky.

It was lucky because no one drove by, no one came in to interrupt while he stood behind the counter, with Jordan on his knees, sucking on his dick. Nor did anyone suddenly show up needing gas, while he returned the favor a few minutes after he had shot a good sized load into Jordan’s eager mouth.

What wasn’t lucky about finding out that the guy had a nice 8 inches of uncut meat? It was a definite taste treat, and how the foreskin had grown so taut when he worked that dick up to its full length, man that was worth remembering before the lights went out. Besides, not only had it tasted good, but later, when they had gone back to TJ’s place, well, that dick sure gave him a good workout.

So maybe he wasn’t unlucky, just that at times his luck wasn’t the best. Though thinking of that night with Jordan, well maybe even that wasn’t about luck, but timing? What if Ron hadn’t needed to study, and what if Rick had been off elsewhere so he couldn’t spell Ron? So maybe it wasn’t bad luck, just more about timing. At times it worked for him, though not lately.

‘Let’s see how you like this, sissy boy’

He felt his body stiffen, as the words were whispered into his ear. He could feel Bobby Rae’s breath against the side of his neck, as he knew what was about to happen. The sounds had already registered on him, as his fingers released his ankles, then reset themselves to hold tightly to them.

The sound of Bobby Rae lifting his hand backwards only confirmed his thoughts. As he heard the belt come slicing through the air, it was sort of detached from his mind. Instead of waiting for the blow to land across his cheeks, his mind took him back in time, to when Jordan had returned to TJ’s home.

As the belt stuck, making him wince, making him stumble just a bit, his mind saw Jordan, removing his tight fitting jeans, showing a pair of white shorts. They weren’t the true boxers, but more the jock type of shorts, that fit tightly around the thigh and had a bit more leg to them, than say your regular jockey shorts did. It wasn’t the shorts though that had made him gasp.

It was the full basket. He had already had a taste of that pole, but it looked so huge now, encased in the white fabric, that it made his buttocks ache, and his mouth salivate in anticipation.

The second blow landed and he winced, but the image of that tight package kept him from even doing more than grit his teeth. He liked his men, his sex, and he wasn’t going to let some red neck deputy ruin his last minutes. He was going to enjoy experiencing Jordan all over again, in his mind.

How his big balls swayed under that fully erect cock, how they swayed as he just stood there. Nor was he going to let the feel of that 8 inch penis stretching his insides be ruined by some sadistic quirk in Bobby Rae. He was going to enjoy it, to relive it, and he could feel his cock stiffen, feel his own body grow as excited, as it had then.

His buttocks twitched, the muscles inside aching, groaning even, as he recalled how the head felt being wedged between his cheeks, how it felt as Jordan pressed his hips forward, stretching TJ’s hole until finally the head penetrated past, making his whole body quiver with the mixture of pain and pleasure. God, how good it had felt, as that head pushed past, entered his inner valley, to fill him.

TJ smiled as he remembered how he had cried out, telling Jordan to put it all inside of him, to fill him completely, and how Jordan had shot his hips forward, until he felt the crush of his groin up against his buttocks. How his hole had stretched so far that it felt like it would rip apart, as the huge cock ploughed deep into him.

Man, how he had screamed out his pleasure then, how he could still remember how Jordan was pressed up into his body, his sweat dripping down onto TJ’s shoulders, back, as his body pushed in and pulled out in a steady rhythm. How it gradually became faster, making him moan constantly, making sweat drip from his forehead, as the huge cock plunged in and out of his tiny hole. Christ it had been a fuck he would never forget, one he would gladly take with him to eternity.

The memory made his body suddenly quiver, as he realized his own cock was fully erect, and as he opened his eyes, as he realized just how aroused he had become, he was quickly brought back to reality.

‘So, the faggot likes it rough does he?’

He didn’t say a word, as he felt the hot breath on his back, as he felt the press of Deputy Bobby Rae against his quivering buttocks. TJ felt the sweat dripping onto his flesh, as he kept his position, unflinching waiting for the next assault on him.

The press of Bobby Rae on his body suddenly eased, and TJ gritted his teeth, waiting for the next blow, but instead he could only hear the heavy breathing of the Deputy. It was like he was going to take his time, to try and spin the whole torture out, yet it wasn’t quite like that. Least it didn’t feel like that, as if instead Bobby Rae was thinking. That in itself was odd, as Bobby Rae was known for acting before thinking, yet as he stood there, grasping his ankles, he couldn’t help but feel the difference.

As he felt his mind begin to wander, to try and pick up the thoughts of Jordan, he heard the shuffling sound of Bobby Rae. It was a sound he was familiar with, that didn’t fit the situation he was now in. It didn’t make sense, and it made him think again about those signs he thought he had seen. Couldn’t be, but just as he was about to push the notion aside, he felt the slap of what could only be a dick, up against his raw buttocks.

It was a feeling he knew well, he couldn’t be mistaken as he let his eyes move up from the floor, to glance backwards. He saw the fallen pants around the ankles, and knew that the shuffling sound was exactly what he knew it to be. Bobby Rae had dropped his pants, and had moved closer. The press of the man’s penis against his buttocks was proof enough.

‘Let’s see if you can handle a real man, faggot’

As Bobby Rae spoke, he pushed his penis up between TJ’s buttocks, until the head was being wedged up against the pink hole. His cheeks were spread apart slightly and out of instinct, TJ lifted his hands upwards, to grab hold of his cheeks. He felt the pain lance up as his fingers dug into the bruised flesh. Yet he didn’t hesitate to dig deep and pull his cheeks apart, giving Bobby Rae an easier means of entry.

He held his breathe, as he felt the man’s penis pull back slightly, then he felt the searing pain travel up his spine, as the cock penetrated his hole. TJ cried out, at the force of the penetration, as it split his hole and dove deep into his insides. His body felt the rolling tremors as the cock made its way deep inside. The tiny muscles had no chance of stopping it, as it seemed to just keep going further and further.

TJ felt the tears at the corners of his eyes, as the cock seemed to be endless. For a brief moment he thought it had to be something other than a dick, nothing was that long, but he could tell, from the feel, it was flesh. He felt it inside, pushing his muscles aside, stretching him. There was no mistaking the throbbing sensation of the huge pole that was being buried into him, it was a dick, and he bit his lip, not wanting to cry out.

He tasted blood, as his teeth bit deep into his lips, yet the cock inside seemed to continue digging into his insides. He felt it banging up against his innards, felt the muscles of his stomach contract, rumble even, as the huge pole filled him. Then he felt it reverse course, and he breathed out, spreading his legs wider, stumbling a little as Bobby Rae’s hand shot out and held him firmly by the shoulder.

The motion became faster, the hand holding his shoulder grew tighter. Bobby Rae’s fingers dug deep into his flesh, until they were scraping his bone. He cried out from the firm grip, from the huge pounding his ass was taking. TJ couldn’t help it, as he felt his body being assaulted.

With each hard thrust inwards he felt his body shuffle forward, held back from falling by the firm grip of the Deputy’s hand. Then it would ease, and he would fall a little backwards, only to once more have the crushing force of a inward thrust hit his body. The sound of the Deputy’s groin crushing into his buttocks echoed in the cabin, drowning out even the crackling of the logs on the fire.

Sweat poured from his face, from his whole body, as Bobby Rae continued to pound his ass. In and Out he went, faster and faster, until TJ felt like he would pass out from the hard pounding. His head ached, his arms were sore and numb, but he could feel his cock sway to each thrust. He knew it was hard, as hard as he could ever recall, as the big dick continued to thrust in and out. He was moaning, as the hand on his shoulder let go, to grab hold of his hips.

Both hands were suddenly gripping his hips, digging deep into his flesh, and he felt the power of the man as his hips began to grind as they pulled back, then thrust harder in more short static bursts. The huge pole moved only slightly in and out, but at such a speed, that he felt like his whole insides was being jack hammered.

The loud cry made him tense up, made every muscle inside quiver, as he felt the speed go higher, as the huge cock seemed like a piston. His insides were like mush, as suddenly the whole motion stopped. TJ felt the cock pull back, and then with one loud cry, it was shoved in as hard as he had ever felt.

He stumbled forward, as even the tight grip wasn’t enough to hold him back. The hard cock inside seemed to dig past every muscle, every barrier and threatened to pop out of his throat. TJ cried out, as he felt the throbbing of the cock, felt it shake and move side to side, as he knew that Bobby Rae had cummed.

The cock inside jerked several times, moved back then forwards quickly, and then TJ felt his back groan, as it took the full weight of the Deputy. He could feel his chest heaving as he lay across TJ’s bend over back. He felt the drips of sweat and the hot breath on the back of his neck, as Bobby Rae lay on top of him.

His legs trembled, as they tried to hold the weight, but he was finding it hard. The knees were threatening to buckle, as Bobby Rae continued to suck in air, continued to sort of moan, while spread out on top of TJ’s backside. Their bodies felt like they were glued together, from the sweat, and yet Bobby Rae seemed unaware of how close they were to falling to the ground. His hands were dangling down, twitching as his body slowly cooled down.

‘I can’t hold you, you are too heavy’

His words were like pained gasps, but he felt himself losing control, when suddenly the weight disappeared off his back. Bobby Rae had managed to lift himself up, and with the weight gone, he still felt like he was about to collapse. His knees wobbled, and he sank to the ground, hard. The pain made him grunt, as he leaned forward now, on is hands and knees, panting.

TJ felt his chest heave, as he tried to catch his breath. The pain inside was different, as he felt incomplete. The sensation of the big dick was still in his thoughts, as he tried to think, tried to figure out what had just happened, other than having one hell of a good fuck.

He heard Bobby Rae pulling up his pants, then the sound of a leather belt being looped through the pants, the buckle making a dull clanking sound. The click of the belt being cinched up made him turn his head, but he couldn’t see much to either side, telling him that Bobby Rae was still behind him. Near his one foot, he did see a spent condom, one streaked a bit, with red, which he knew was his blood. In one sense he was relieved to see the used condom, in another he felt scared, from seeing his own blood coating it.

A dingy looking blanket suddenly fell to the floor beside him, and he heard Bobby Rae telling him to wrap it around himself, and get up. He reached out, and took the blanket in one hand, while pushing himself up onto his knees, leaning back on his legs. The pain suddenly shot upwards, and he grimaced while wrapping the woollen cloth around his upper body.

He lifted himself up, then turned to see Bobby Rae staring at him, and then motioning him to sit in one of the wooden chairs near the table on the far side of the cabin. He did as told, wondering what was going to happen next.

‘You hungry?’

‘Yeah’

Over by the stove, the cooler, it has some food in it, get the stove working, make us something hot.’

TJ looked over, recognized the old battered cooler that rested near the foot of the old stove. It was his. He turned and looked over at Bobby Rae, wondering what other surprises the Deputy had for him.

Slowly he stood up, clutching the blanket around him, while Bobby Rae watched his every move. The shotgun wasn’t anywhere to be seen, but all he could think about right now, was getting some food into his belly.

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On The Run

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

His heart was pounding, as he heard the words echo, panic seized his body as he felt his legs quiver, felt the tremors running up and down. Sweat was beading up on his forehead, despite the chilled night air, as he felt trapped. Then slowly realization came to him, as the voice wasn’t unfamiliar.

TJ swallowed, knowing he was trapped. There was no way out, and as the moon glittered through the window, he caught the glint of cold steel in the person’s lap, that he knew would cut him in two if he dared try to get out. His whole body seemed to sag, as the cold in his legs matched the cold in his heart.

How the fuck had he known?

‘You don’t look happy? Here, wrap this around, then very slowly, and I do mean slowly, you get that fire going, remember, I won’t hesitate to use this.’

He tossed an old blanket at him as he spoke, and he raised the barrel of the shotgun, as he made his point. TJ knew that the son of a bitch meant it too, he’d shoot without a second’s hesitation. He wrapped the blanket around his trembling shoulders and moving carefully, made his way to the fireplace.

Wood and kindling was already laid, as his heart realized he had been expected. Feeling totally dejected, he couldn’t figure out how, as he himself hadn’t known he’d be coming this way, so how the hell did Bobby Rae? It wasn’t like he was the sharpest Deputy to wear a badge, yet there he sat, watching him with the barrel of that shotgun, always dead centre on his every movement.

‘How’d you know I’d be coming this way?’

‘Didn’t, not for sure, Old Roy, now he figured you’d double back, them suits from the city, well, they thought you were scampering straight down to Mexicale, but old Roy, he knew better.’

‘Damn’

He glanced over at Bobby Rae, and saw the gleam of his teeth as the fire flickered into life. TJ should have known Old Roy would be on top of things. The guy was a legend in his own way, and maybe it was why there wasn’t much crime around his parish. The guy knew his business, that was for sure. Still, it pissed him off, realizing that he had been out foxed by a beer bellied old man. His daddy wouldn’t be impressed.

As the fire began to roar into life, fuelled by the dry timbers in the pit, he leaned back on his haunches, wrapping the blanket a bit tighter. He was feeling the cold, the dampness but the flames flickering in front seemed to soothe the ache inside. He was mad at himself, knowing he had not thought his escape out, knowing that he had walked right into Old Roy’s trap.

‘Get your britches off, hang ‘em on either side. No way do I want you coming down with anything, it’s a long walk back to the truck & I’ll be damned if I’ll carry you there.’

He turned to stare at Bobby Rae, who stared right back at him. In a strange way, the words sounded hollow, like as if he believed Bobby Rae gave a damn about him. If he got sick, he would still make him walk to the truck. Still, the dampness was chilling him to the bone.

TJ tossed the blanket off, glaring a little at Bobby Rae and at the shotgun. He kicked off his boots, and put them on the small ledge off to the side, so they too would dry out. His socks hung over the top and he began to get his clothes off.

It felt a bit strange, as he could feel Bobby Rae watching his every move. He didn’t really think much about it as he tossed his shirt off, then found a way to drape it over the side of the fireplace. The crackling flames warming his bare chest a bit. He had to admit, it felt good, as he bent over, while pushing his pants down.

As he pushed the pants down, his butt twitched a little, remembering Sheriff Roy’s most recent punishment. The scars were healed, more or less, but inside he still seethed at Bobby Rae, at how he had seemed to enjoy watching the old hickory switch whack his cheeks. How he had been so annoyed that TJ hadn’t cried out, and now there he was, once more enjoying his discomfort.

‘Enjoying the view?’

The instant he had said it, he knew he would regret it. It didn’t pay to taunt Bobby Rae, but shit, he was cold, hungry, and tired. Worse, he was caught and he still didn’t have a clue as to what it was he was supposed to have done.

‘Watch your mouth boy, or I’ll show how I’d punish you, if I was in charge.’

‘Yeah? Well, you aren’t, now are you Bobby Rae?’

He turned around to stare directly at the deputy, forgetting his nudity for the moment. Fact was, he was rather tired of the whole thing. TJ just wanted to get it over with, and if that meant a few blows to the head, or whatever Bobby Rae had in mind, well, it suited him fine.

‘I am right now. boy, maybe I should teach you a thing or two, wipe that smirk off your face.’

‘Go for it… if you dare’

TJ knew he was playing with fire. While he had never run into Bobby Rae during one of his rages, he was still well known around for them. Some said he got a lot of pleasure out of seeing others squirm, out of hollering for their mommies, while he administered his brand of Justice. Yet, somehow he just didn’t think Bobby Rae could have enough nastiness in him, to make him cry out.

‘Right, so you can whine to some fancy pants lawyer later? I ain’t stupid boy.’

‘Like I can afford one of them? Besides, I don’t rat out people, even your kind.’

He felt the warmth behind his back, felt the beat of his heart, and the ache in his chest as he used his ‘pity’ voice on Bobby Rae. In for a pound, in for it all, he thought as he waited for the Deputy to jump up and whack him one across the jaw, but as he waited, fists clenched, all he could see was the eyes glaring at him, the barrel of the shotgun slightly off to the side. Bobby Rae didn’t come lunging out at him, which added to his fear.

‘I’ll give you that TJ, you don’t rat folks out. Still, you got a mouth on ya boy.’

‘Like I said, go for it… if you dare.’

‘So you can make a try to get away? I don’t think so.’

‘Right, I am gonna what, let you ‘punish me’ then somehow overpower you and take off outside in my birthday suit? I ain’t dumb, Bobby Rae, besides I can’t outrun no shotgun.’

‘No, you ain’t dumb, but you are calculating son of a bitch, that’s for sure.’

TJ felt his chest heave a bit, as he stared at Bobby Rae. It wasn’t like he hated the guy, just his damn attitude. He had been one of those High School football heroes, that just didn’t get much further than that. For a brief time, he was a something in the community, now at 24, he was Sheriff Roy’s deputy, but not what you would call the talk of the town. Least not for being a Deputy.

He knew he was pushing it, which was being stupid. No, he wasn’t going to try for a run, least not in the nude. But if he could overpower Bobby Rae, grab the gun, he could get dressed, and make his way out of there. No way would Bobby Rae do more than follow him for a bit, nor would he even report it to Old Roy either.

Bobby Rae was right, he was a calculating son of a bitch. He knew that if he could get the gun, get away, that Bobby Rae wouldn’t even report it. Doing so, he’d have to explain to Old Roy how it all happened, and it would get around too. That simply wouldn’t be what Bobby Rae would want. He did have a rather inflated idea of his position in the town’s pecking order.

Looking at him, with a sort of ‘I dare you’ look, he was sizing up the guy. For 24 and being noted for enjoying his beer, the guy wasn’t all that out of shape. His body wasn’t going to fat yet, certainly not like Sheriff Roy. The guy could still give a good account of himself in a brawl, and he did have a longer reach than TJ. Still, if he could surprise him enough, just long enough to grab the shotgun, well, he wouldn’t need more.

Yet, as he looked at the Deputy, saw how his eyes stared back at him, how his hand lay across the gun, so casual like, he knew Bobby Rae was waiting for him to make a move. How the fingers were spread out, how his legs were spread apart, so as to leap forward, and lunge, were just too convenient. Old Roy may have outfoxed him, but no way would he fall for Bobby Rae’s attempt to.

Even as he realized he didn’t have a chance now, he held his breath for a minute, as he saw a fleeting glitter in Bobby Rae’s eyes. For just a moment there was a flash that he recognized, that he knew he couldn’t be seeing. It was the same sort of flicker he had seen in other guys, who looked at him, like Ron.

He shook his head, thinking that the lack of having eaten anything the last few days was effecting his vision. He rubbed his eyes, as if to freshen them up but as he stared at Bobby Rae, he also noticed how his lower lip was curled up, in a sort of appreciative grin. It couldn’t be, that the fag hater himself was queer? That would be too much, even for him, but as he stared back at him, he noticed how Bobby Rae held himself.

The signs were there, or appeared to be. As he stood there, naked, he couldn’t help but feel a bit aroused. A red flush was growing across his face, as he knew his dick was jerking a bit, and he couldn’t help but notice how Bobby Rae’s eyes would immediately dart down to look. It really couldn’t be, but the signs didn’t lie. His father told him that, but in a totally different context.

Yet how could Bobby Rae be gay? He was the biggest anti-gay guy in town, next to the Preacher and old man Jenkins. So how could he be family? That was how Rick called fellow gays, family, and in some ways they all were, least those he had met and been with. Still, there was no denying that look, that sort of glazed ‘I want you’ type glare, that he had seen before.

‘You looking rather proud of yourself.’

‘Huh?’

‘Standing there, with that grin on your face, your privates hanging out. That why you took that beating? So you could get Rick and Ron to show their appreciation?’

He sort of took a step back, as he felt the words hitting home. How the fuck did Bobby Rae know about Rick and Ron and him? Worse, how did he know he had protected them? No one knew that Ron had been the one, so how did dick head Bobby Rae know?

‘Don’t know what you talking about Deputy’

‘Don’t pull that innocent bullshit on me, you know damn well what I am talking about, now don’t you?’

‘’fraid not’

‘Don’t you get that way with me, or so help me, you’ll regret it a lot more than when you pulled it on Old Roy. We ain’t stupid, we know you was protecting one of them, either Rick or Ron.’

‘By ‘we’ I guess you mean Sheriff Roy?’

Why he had felt the need to taunt Bobby Rae wasn’t too clear in his mind, but he just couldn’t help himself. Yet even as the words left his mouth, he didn’t expect the response he got.

Bobby Rae was on his feet in less than a second, and standing up close right in his face. The barrel of the shotgun was poking him hard into the belly, as he stared into the angry looking face of the Deputy. He had never seen him so mad, yet at the same time his closeness seemed to excite him. He could feel his dick growing, and it seemed like Bobby Rae could do, as he got a nasty looking sneer across his face.

‘You like being close to a real man, sissy boy?’

‘When I get close to one, I’ll let you know.’

It was stupid, as he felt the hand strike his face, making his head snap to one side, and forcing him to step back a step or two. Well he had asked for it, but he knew it wasn’t going to end with just a slap. As he lifted his head up, and tasted the trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, he couldn’t help but tremble a bit. The shotgun was poking at his chest, and he saw how the fingers were so taut as the rested on the trigger.

For a moment he thought Bobby Rae was over the edge, that he had pushed just too far. His chest ached, as the cold metal pressed inwards, as the sneer grew more pronounced.

‘I’ll show you what a real man is sissy boy, turn around, and grab your ankles boy. DO IT’

The sharp command made him flinch. Spittle from Bobby Rae splattered across his face as he glared, then TJ slowly turned his body around, to face the fire. He shook a little, as he reached down, to grab hold of his ankles. TJ had no idea what would come next, as he could hear the heavy breathing of the Deputy, feel the gun against the small of his back. TJ shivered as the barrel of the gun moved down the small of back.

He felt it slide against the crack between his buttocks, felt it being wedged between his cheeks, and slid further down. The sensation was scary, and he could feel the blast of heat from the fireplace in front, but it was the barrel sliding between his cheeks that had him sweating. Had he pushed Bobby Rae too far?

The thought that he was about to die suddenly was front and centre in his thoughts. To hell with the signs, the feel of the twin barrels slowing moving down between his cheeks was more of a sign than a perceived glimmer in the eyes. He felt his legs tremble, felt the beat of his heart as Bobby Rae said nothing.

The gun stopped near his hole, he could feel the press of the metal, and he could hear the heavy breathing behind him. He felt the gun press in a bit, as Bobby Rae leaned forward, his head now near TJ’s left ear. He smelled him, smelled the strong scent of the man, and felt his legs growing weak. He didn’t want it to end this way, to be blown apart in some rarely used hunting cabin. Not this way, not from a shotgun blast up his ass.

‘Scared sissy boy?’

The words were softly whispered into his ear, and he knew that his answer could very well determine if he had a future. He didn’t know what to say, how to act. TJ felt the fear inside, felt the panic, but somehow his stubbornness was all he had. There was nothing else for him to do, and if he was going to be worm meat, well might as well go out in style.

‘I’ve had bigger’ was all he could muster.

The gun suddenly was pulled back, and he felt the barrel rammed up under his crotch. The cold metal pushed up, into his scrotum and upwards. He grunted at the force of the gun, but held his voice. No way was he going to give the bastard the satisfaction, though he felt relieved too. Least he hadn’t fired the gun, yet.

Bobby Rae moved the gun between TJ’s legs, in a back and forth motion, very slowly. He kept it pressing upwards, then TJ heard something else, a clink of metal against metal, but not like a hammer of a gun being cocked. He didn’t know what it was, but he kept his face looking straight down at the floor.

He heard the hard sounds of Bobby Rae’s boots as he stepped back, still keeping the gun between TJ’s legs. He could feel the pain inside, as he ran the gun forward, until its tip pushed hard into his heaving chest. Another grunt escaped his lips, as he held his position, still refusing to look anywhere but at the dirty floor.

As his body trembled, his mind shuddered at the thought that his end was approaching. He couldn’t see how it would happen just yet, but the talk about Bobby Rae being sadistic was obviously true. He was certainly enjoying tormenting him with the gun, but as he fought the panic inside, he could still remember. Maybe no one would ever know what happened to him, or how he met his end.

Maybe after Bobby Rae would simple bury him out back or near by. He was too lazy to lug his lifeless body far, and the odds of anyone but some hungry animal finding his carcass was slim. Still, some would wonder, like Rick or Ron. Then too there was Doug. He would miss TJ, though he wouldn’t know how to go about finding him, not if Bobby Rae was half way competent in burying a body.

Doug had been last summer’s fling. One of those foreign guys who showed up with some youth group, doing a basketball tournament around the State. God he was cute, and oh so hung. Man it had been fun watching him practise on the old court by the School. The way his legs would glisten from the sweat, how they pushed forward when he took a jump shot.

He could remember that first meeting too, when he had challenged him to a quick one on one game, and how his eyes had looked at him. The way his blue eyes just seemed to glance all over TJ, then into his face. How his lips curled as he just nodded his agreement, tossing TJ the basketball, to have him start.

Christ he was so confident of himself, and yet when he bounced the ball, and slowly began to dribble it forward, his eyes couldn’t help but notice the firm package in those faded gym shorts he was wearing. It distracted him, but Doug didn’t take advantage, least not right then. Yet as he moved in, so did Doug, who suddenly was right in TJ’s face.

Hell, he could still smell his scent, that sort of sweat mingled smell with some cologne. It was all there, in front of his eyes now, as he felt his last moments on earth coming to him. Strange, to be thinking of Doug, of how he had smelled, when soon he would be smelling nothing.

Yet the moment was overpowering, as he had pushed forward, to suddenly feel Doug’s 6.3 tall frame blocking him, his slender body feeling like coiled steel as he stood his ground, blocking him. Then too he could feel something else, as his leg pushed up into the soft groin area. There was no mistaking that solid tube inside, and it made him look up, to stare into Doug’s face.

There was that tell tale sign, and he sighed, as he remembered how Doug had just grinned at him. That glint, that little curl of the lip, and suddenly they were off the court and around back just inside of the tree line. Looking outwards, they could still see the field, the school building, and the cement court. Looking inwards there was nothing but darkness, haze, and trees.

Doug had simply stopped, and then lifted his arms up, removing his tank top shirt. TJ had marveled at the slender frame, the firm nipples that jutted out. He quickly had removed his own t-shirt, but Doug was way ahead of him. He had his runners off, and only his white sports socks were on his rather large size 13 feet. Still, he was impressive as TJ noticed how thin he was around the waist, and yet how big he looked just between the legs. He was staring as Doug removed the shorts, and there in front was a gorgeous uncut penis. Not fully hard, the foreskin still shielding most of the cock head, but it looked so good.

TJ had dropped to his knees right then and there, and reached out to grab hold of the huge uncut dick. Touching it made him tremble, made his mouth water as he glanced upwards, to see Doug simply staring outwards. He let his tongue flick out, touching the visible part of the cock head, tasting that little drop of precum that was oozing out. It had been so salty, and so good.

He had immediately made his hand wrap around the pole, pushing the foreskin back, as he placed the dick into his eager mouth. Licking at the underside as he moved his hand back, to push into Doug’s groin, then slide the hot pole as far into his mouth as possible was a chore. The guy was not just long, but thick too. Damn it felt good, to taste that hard dick, to suck on it, then to jerk it while he played with the balls.

The taste of sweat and testosterone was unbelievable, one he could recall right now, as his fear subsided for a brief moment. Yes, Doug would miss him, and he was due back on another of those basketball junkets. Would make him just over 19, but somehow he didn’t feel like he would be there to play some one on one with him. He felt the fear again, as his eyes blinked, and he realized tears had formed at the corners.

‘Not feeling so tough, now, are you?’

‘Tough enough.’