Gaystoryman’s Gay Fiction

A Hidden Treasure

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (-)

Kyle stood up and walked over to the edge. He stared down at the dark shapes beneath his bare feet, then glanced up to see the sky beginning to brighten. Sun rise wasn’t far off, judging by the growing lightness around him. He felt the soft breeze blowing across his toned body. It felt good to be standing there, despite the slight chill in the air.

Looking out, he could see the sky brightening, and he felt slightly sad, that another night had come to an end. Turning around, he saw the curled up figure on the sleeping bag, the bare legs just sticking out from under a casually wrapped blanket. A small smile curled around his lips, as he stared at his sleeping friend.

They had come up here, after the party down in the valley, and it had been a night he would always remember. He chuckled a little, as the sun began to peep up over the horizon. Soon, he’d have to go back, in case anyone was out bird watching and saw him standing here, starkers. Knowing how people in the small town below were, he was certain they’d be calling the cops, complaining about some sex maniac up on the mountain top, by the old water station.

He still had time, he figured, as he raised his hands up and spread them out, letting the wind blow across his naked frame. Slowly he felt the rays of the Sun, as he tilted his head back, and closed his eyes, just enjoying the freedom. To stand there, totally naked, free of clothes, free of people looking at him, free of worry. It felt so good, and yet no one would believe that he would be the kind to do that. To just stand up there, naked, and enjoy it.

Most of his friends, including his sleeping one behind, thought he was too shy for his own good. They always kidded him that he always opened one eye first, to see if anyone was watching, and then he’d open the second, just to double check. He really wasn’t that way, but people, well, they did make him a bit uncomfortable, until he got to know them.

Thinking of that, he couldn’t help but smile, as he felt the wind blowing around him. His legs twitched a bit, and his arms felt a bit heavy, as he kept them spread out, showing off his whole body, to anyone that could see. In all honesty, he doubted anyone could see, but the idea that someone might, was rather invigorating. It made him tremble a bit, and it made his dick quiver as well.

21 years old, and he felt like the world was his, at times. Up here, among the clouds, where people rarely came, he felt like he was a giant, not some 5’9” nobody, like he felt when he was down there, among all those others. How they all put so much stock in height, in being perfect, or seeming to be perfect. He knew it was a mirage, but it didn’t help when some Adonis would walk by, ignoring him totally.

Maybe Sally was right, that he simply needed to stop being so quiet, stop wearing old fashioned clothes that old men wore. It wasn’t that he didn’t like tight fitting clothes, or tank top shirts, it was just that they didn’t suit him. The shirts, well, what did he have to show off? Wasn’t like he had the perfect six pack to display, and while he wasn’t ashamed of his dick, the rest of him was toned, but certainly not bulging with muscles. That was what they wanted, and he simply didn’t have it.

The wind was picking up a bit as he opened his eyes, and let his hands fall to his side. He felt so alive up here, so free, that he felt a bit angry at the Sun, for starting to rise, to signal his return to being just Kyle. Down there he was the one who got the coffee refill, or the basket of bread sticks when the first ran out, but up here, well up here he was someone else. He was the one who rode on top, who made them pant, who made them clutch at the grass in their fist, as he showed them what it meant to be stuffed.

It wasn’t that he was some freak, but he knew how to please, least when he was up here. Down there, well, he just never seemed to find the right words, the right motions, or the right rhythm even. Yet up here, he could find that spot, and hit it time after time. No one he had come up here with, had ever complained. In fact, many had been surprised, because he was different. He acted different too.

Down there, the lights had to be off, the room dark with maybe a candle or two only. Up here, he didn’t care if the damn headlights were on, or if a huge spotlight was shining on him. There he took his time in undressing, sometimes going into the bathroom, then coming out with a towel around his waist. Up here, well, he had stunned a few at how quick he could shed his plain looking clothes. The way he would need to spend more time finding the tossed articles than he took in shucking them off.

This was his place, but soon it would be gone, no longer open to him, or to anyone. The old water tower was going to be taken down, and some government funded crap was going to be set up, here on his mountain top. It made him angry, as he stood there, realizing that with this place gone, he’d never again be the lover he was, when up here.

It was stupid to believe a place could have such a difference, could change a person, but it just did. It was that simple, and so for the last week he had been like some sex machine. Up here every night, with someone different, someone new, to just try and make the memories that could hold him, when down there.

Suddenly he felt deflated, as the idea of losing this place took hold. Damn the world, damn people and damn the Government, he thought. Why did they have to take the one spot that made him feel so alive, so much like a real man? They didn’t need his spot, they could have their stupid whatever anywhere. He didn’t know what they were going to put here, just that it would no longer be accessible, that there would be security guards all the time, that the natural beauty of the place would be ruined, with sterile government buildings and cement parking lots.

No more gravel road to come up here either, but a fully paved road. The big machines were already down at the base, as the day of his doom was fast approaching. Still, he had some time, was making the most of it, but he wanted more. Was he greedy? Shouldn’t he be happy that he had what he had, or was he just too unwilling to make what worked up here, work down there?

Rodney said he could be whatever he wanted, anywhere, that it didn’t take a special place. But he was wrong, he had tried to be the same, down there. It had yet to work, not like up here. Oh there had been flashes, but only flashes. Nothing like how it was up here, where he was the Stud, the one that made the choices, the moves. Up here, he was the one who made others cry out in pleasure, as he shoved his 8 inches deep into various parts of their body.

More importantly, he never needed help in being hard, not up here. It was always hard, the foreskin stretched taut long before he would reach the top. It was always that way, but never down there. It was more like work than pleasure when he was forced to have sex there, but never a chore up here. Here it was like suddenly being in heaven.

Everything clicked when he was up here. He could feel his body tremble, as he felt the growing warmth in the air. Not long now, he thought, as he stared out at the wide expanse of country, all at his feet. He wasn’t some egomaniac either, he wasn’t into control, or into being demanding. He enjoyed sex, in a give an take type of approach. Yet up here, he felt it more, enjoyed it more, whether it was him sucking, or being sucked. Whether it was him driving his dick into a nice tight ass, or if it was his own butt being ploughed.

Like last night, the way it had started out with him servicing his friend, Matt. He had stunned the poor guy, by not only willingly suck his dick, but he managed to suck it all. Now that was something to be proud of, given that Matt had a huge whopper of a dick. He hadn’t measured it, but he would bet all his money that it was bigger than 11 inches. Plus, it was uncut, which only made it even more enjoyable.

So he liked uncut dicks, it didn’t make him a snob. He could enjoy a cock, cut or uncut, with the same degree of pleasure. Still, poor Matt had been a bit surprised by how he had deep throated his whopper. That would be a good memory, to recall how tight it was in his mouth, how full it made him feel. How his tonsils protested, and how the muscles tried to close and not let Matt’s dick in. Still, he hadn’t backed off, or even thought about backing off.

He had wanted that huge dick in his mouth, and Matt didn’t know it then, but Kyle had wanted it up his ass too.

Kyle knew that if he had done Matt down there, he’d never have been able to take that dick up his ass. That would have been a shame, because he really enjoyed taking it. To feel that thick piece of meat tremble as it pushed past his stretched insides. To have felt all of that long shaft, as it filled his insides beyond the point he ever thought possible. To have missed out on that, would have been a tragedy, least in his mind.

Up here, he had not only taken it, but had given it such a good ride, that he had Matt screaming his pleasure. The way he had twisted his body as he took that big shaft, as it had drove deep into him, and how the waves of pleasure just seemed to never end. It had made him lose a few pounds too, from all the sweat that poured from his body, as he took it hard and fast.

While the wind blew around him, he could still hear his own cries, urging Matt to go faster, to pound him harder. He could still feel it, as he reached down & around to feel his cheeks quiver a bit, at the memory of a few hours ago. How good it had felt to feel that pole in there, to feel it reaching deep and pushing at his insides. The way it had dug in, made his body scream in agony, while wanting more.

The way the rolling waves kept his whole body shaking, made him actually pound the ground below him, as each hard thrust tried to bury him into the very dirt. How the blanket was wrapped so tightly in his fists, as the cock jerked from side to side, as Matt moved his hips in a circular motion. How the sound of his big balls slapping up into his butt cheeks echoed in the still of the night.

Gawd, it had been a memorable fuck. One he knew he’d never have a chance at experiencing again, least not the same way as last night. No more Matt’s to seduce, to bring up and amaze with his own sexual prowess. It was about to end, as he looked out at the growing dawn of the day.

The feel of Matt on top of him, of his ragged breath blowing across the nape of his neck. How his sweat poured off his body onto Kyle’s. The way each drop made his body twitch, made him moan even, was amazing. He could still feel the thrill of it, the way his body seemed to ache for Matt, for that giant dick. How great it felt and how sharp the pain had been as it had penetrated him, dug deep past his tiny hole, stretching his insides.

It was making him hard all over again, as his hand reached down for his own uncut dick. He could feel the foreskin growing tighter around his own shaft, as he closed his eyes, thinking of Matt. How his hands had felt as they pushed his buttocks apart, as the two fingers run up and down the valley between his two cheeks. How they twirled around his puckered hole, how they teased it, before suddenly slicing past his guarding muscles.

The sudden entry had made him gasp, as they dug in quick, and deep. Just like how his cock would do it, but he didn’t know that then. Yet he could feel those fingers push in, feel the bare knuckles pushing at his hole, almost as if they wanted to join the fingers inside. How he had moaned then, squirmed a little as Matt twisted the fingers around, pushing at the lining inside of his ass.

Matt knew his stuff too. The way he had kept his fingers inside, while ripping open the condom with his teeth, then unrolling it over that huge cock with his other hand. That was the sign of a real pro, and before Kyle could think much about it, the huge cock was suddenly sliding between his cheeks. He could feel Matt’s legs pushing his legs apart, and he reached behind him, to help by grabbing hold of his own ass cheeks. He dug his fingers deep into his own flesh, then pulled them far apart, as far as he could.

The press of the huge cock head up against his tiny hole made him tremble, made his fingers dig into his flesh even harder. He gritted his teeth, as he breathed in and out very quickly, then he sucked in as much as he could, as he felt Matt starting to press the dick a bit more up against his hole.

He held it as he felt the pain suddenly begin, then he let it out, just at the right moment, as the huge cock split his hole apart. The pain raced up and down his spine, making him cry out, but he didn’t let his hands release his cheeks. He kept them there, trembling, as the huge shaft penetrated him fully.

The cock head made his insides scream, but as he bit his lip, tasted a bit of his own blood, he also felt the warmth rising, the pleasure starting to catch up to the rolling waves of pain. Soon he was feeling totally stuffed, as Matt slowly worked his whole cock into his ass. It hurt, yet didn’t.

He had cried out, but so had Matt. The press of his groin up between his own cheeks had made his whole body shudder. His mind had long since given up protesting, as he let the waves of pleasure overwhelm him. He felt it deep inside, felt his throat catch a little, as he realized what was inside of him. His body ached, as Matt slowly began to push in and out, gradually making him grow accustomed to the huge pole.

Kyle had cried out, but not to stop, but to have Matt really pound him. To have him slam that pole deep into him, and Matt had obliged. Gawd how he had moved, his hips became giant pistons, as he drove his dick in and out faster and faster. The pain was intense, but the pleasure more so.

More he kept yelling, harder he kept begging, as he felt each crushing blow. His body dug hard into the ground, his fists even pounded the hard dirt, as his body was slammed into the dirt with each thrust. The way Matt would make the huge cock corkscrew inside of him, with every other thrust. How it made him cry out his pleasure, how it made his body shake all over.

He could feel it now, feel that huge pole digging into him, as his hand moved up and down his own thickening cock. Feeling the wind, he let his head tilt backwards, his eyes shut tight, as he let last night flash across his vision. He could feel it all over again, feel the hard thrusts, feel how his muscles protested as the pole drove past them, how it felt as he pulled back, for one more hard deep plunge inwards.

He had taken the huge cock for what seem an eternity. To be honest, he really couldn’t remember how long he had lain there, being pounded. Kyle couldn’t care less, as he could still feel it now, and that is what he had wanted. The memory to last, and as his hand flew up and down his own cock, he knew it would last for a long time. How good it felt, how good he felt at being able to do what others couldn’t, which was take that monster dick, and enjoy all of it.

Matt had been impressed, and totally drained. The way he had cried out, had suddenly yanked his big dick out of Kyle’s ass, then scream even more, with Kyle feeling the hot splatter of his cum on his back, before the cries had even reached full throttle. How it had felt as gobs of precious cum had splattered across all of his back, even up into the back of his head, matting his already wet hair.

How it too seemed to go on forever. Just like the hard pounding, the stream of cum seemed endless, as it spurted and spurted, splattering all over his trembling back. Kyle could still feel the remnants of the dried cum on his backside, as his hand pumped his dick. The memory of Matt collapsing on top of him, his still rather impressive cock flopping against the upper thigh, the whole weight of Matt resting on his backside.

The way his chest was heaving, even as he lay there, how the sweat was still dripping off his forehead onto Kyle’s shoulders and back. It was all there again, in front of him, as he felt his balls sling upwards, then fall down. The rolling explosion making his whole body shudder, as he felt his cum begin to spurt through his clenched hand. His cock reared backwards, then sprang forward, the hot cream streaming out, just as it had earlier after Matt had finally found enough energy to roll off Kyle’s back.

It had taken Matt a fair amount of time, to be able to speak, but his eyes had told Kyle all he needed to know then. How they sparkled in amazement, in exhaustion, told it all to him. His body bucked as he saw those sparkling eyes peering over at him, the satisfaction shining through. He felt the cum jetting out between his fingers, as he cried out, as his body exploded to the memory of a few hours ago.

He felt the sun warming his body, as his hand moved up and down his naked body. He felt his own cum being smeared across his chest, that still heaved, as he finally opened his eyes. Off in the distance was the sun, just starting to fill the sky with its brilliance. He felt his body relax, as he breathed in deeply. The soft fragrance of the morning, mixed with the tangy odor of his cum, made him smile. Kyle turned away from the edge, to look over at where Matt was.

His cries must have awakened Matt, as he was sitting up on the sleeping bag, looking towards Kyle. There was a warm smile on his face, as Kyle smiled back, then let his eyes glance downwards. The blanket that had been over Matt’s naked body, had a distinctive tent shape to it. Looking upwards, he saw the eyes sparkling, saw the grin widen as they just looked at each other.

It would be different, to do it one more time, in the light of day, he thought. Then he began to walk down from the little rise, to where Matt waited. As he began to come closer, Matt pushed the blanket off his body, and there it was, once again ready for him. That huge monster dick, fully aroused, as he felt the ache in his buttocks. It was like they were signaling each other, showing their desire, their readiness for more. Who was he to deny what his body and what Matt’s dick wanted?

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On The Run

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (5)

Bobby Rae was right, the clothes were dry, and more importantly, they felt warm as he slipped his shorts on, then his pants. As he did he turned his head, noticing that Bobby Rae was still watching his every move, with that sort of strange thoughtful look. Then his eyes saw the backpack again, and it hit him.

TJ trembled a bit, as he realized it was his. The sleeping bag rolled up, underneath, was his, making him feel uneasy, wondering why Bobby Rae would have it with him, up here. It looked fully packed as well, making him once more glance over to Bobby Rae. That look had him nervous now, as he pulled on his shirt. The shotgun was still in his hand, barrel aimed down. He knew that it wouldn’t take him long to lift it up and pull, but then why the lie to Old Roy? Why the backpack, hell why did he even give him food?

‘It’s yours’

Bobby Rae moved the shotgun up, then laid it across his lap, as he stared back at TJ. The way he looked made TJ nervous, as he sat down on the floor, legs crossed.

‘I see that.’

‘You sure ain’t the sharpest tack in the box, are you TJ.’

‘Obviously not.’

He sucked in his breath, as Bobby Rae leaned forward in the chair, the gun aimed away, but ever present. TJ could see the way the Deputies eyes narrowed, as he looked at him.

‘Your pa, he was a good man, better than most.’

‘I know that.’

‘Do you? I wonder at times, how you whore around, your Pa wouldn’t be happy about that.’

‘He’d understand.’

Bobby Rae looked directly at TJ. His eyes narrowed as he stared, making TJ look away. It wasn’t that he was afraid, just that maybe the guy was right, his father wouldn’t be happy about some of the things he had done, certainly not all the different guys either, but he wouldn’t say a word, if he had been around. He’d just look at him, give him that disappointed look, but he’d never say a word, just give him that look.

‘Oh he’d understand right enough, he wouldn’t approve though. Folks liked your Pa, respected him more than they did most others.’

‘I know that.’

‘Then why TJ? What in blazes did you do that has the Feds after your scrawny ass?’

‘The Feds?’

‘Yes, the Feds. Like folks around here need them snooping around? Man you have Old Roy really pissed, and the rest of us wondering why we even bother.’

TJ stared up at Bobby Rae and saw a flash of anger, but he also saw that look of disappointment. It was almost as if he was staring at his Father’s face, and he lowered his head, staring down at the dirty cabin floor.

‘I didn’t do anything Bobby Rae, I swear, I was fishing, that was all.’

‘Seems like you must of done a whole lot more than just fish the lake, the way them Boys are acting, it is like you tried to kill that fool in the White House or something.’

For some reason, he felt he needed to make Bobby Rae believe him. It didn’t matter what he thought about the guy, but something inside felt the need to convince him.

‘Honest, I swear Bobby Rae, all I did was do some fishing, got chased away, and hid out in a barn, then got spotted leaving, I didn’t do anything else, I swear it.’

‘You should have stayed put. Your Pa taught you better, sometimes boy, you sure do act like he didn’t teach you squat.’

‘I know that now, guess I wasn’t thinking clear.’

‘No foolin’?’

‘What am I gonna do?’

‘Depends boy, you tellin’ me the truth?’

‘I swear.’

‘On your Pa’s memory? On his grave?’

‘Yes, I ain’t lying to you, I was just fishing.’

Bobby Rae just looked at him, but this time TJ didn’t turn away. He didn’t know why, but he had to make the man believe him. For some reason, he was willing to help him, or at least it looked that way. He knew Bobby Rae’s reputation, knew him to be a cold person, but he also knew him to be at least honest. Same with most in town, though they didn’t take to gays much, they had, more or less, just let him alone.

‘I suppose you are telling the truth, if not, well Old Roy, you know how hates it when folks lie to him. So one more time, you telling me the truth?’

‘Old Roy? I… you told him I wasn’t here, I don’t… but yeah I know how he hates it, I am not lying, I swear it, I didn’t do anything.’

‘You are thick at times TJ, you really figure I’d lie to Old Roy? To cover for the likes of you?’

‘But you told him, I heard you tell him, I mean…’

‘Old Roy is smart, lot smarter than those Feds think. He is the one who sent me here, think he wouldn’t figure that any radio talk wouldn’t be monitored? He worked out a signal, no way he is willing to hand you over without knowing your side.’

‘Why? I mean, I didn’t think he liked me, sure as hell didn’t think you did either.’

‘Isn’t about you, it’s about your Pa. Roy, well he owed your Pa, and I owe Roy, that good enough reason for you?’

He couldn’t help but feel rather ashamed. Here he had been thinking Bobby Rae was going to kill him, and leave him to rot in some unmarked hole. Now he finds out that not only was he not the asshole he always thought, but more of a guardian angel than anything. Maybe it was that it was the iron fist of Sheriff Roy that was behind it, but still, it shook him.

TJ knew folks had liked his parents, but he never realized just how much, until now. A tear came to the corner of an eye, something that rarely ever happened to him. Bobby Rae noticed it too, but turned his head away. That too, was unusual, and it made TJ wonder about what had happened earlier, it also made him want to ask, but he still had some fear inside.

‘You know the old Indian caves up by the mountains?’

‘Yeah’

‘Know the stream that flows down into the river?’

‘Yeah, it’s colder than an iceberg, you expecting me to head up there, using it?’

Bobby Rae grinned and for the first time, TJ realized he wasn’t all that bad looking of a guy. Least when he smiled, he had a rather nice looking face. It was that he never really ever saw him smiling, just scowling.

‘You learning.’

It felt good to hear a compliment for a change, and he watched as the Deputy reached down into the inside of his jacket, and pulled out some paper. He laid it out on the table, and motioned for TJ to come closer. The gun had been uncocked and put down, still close enough for him to reach.

The paper had some rough marks on it, as far as TJ could see, but he knew how to read it. It was sort of a map, or at least taken from a map. He could see the stream, where it fed into the river.

‘About half way up the side, there is an old cave, you’ll have to look real close to find it, but Old Roy, he wants you in there, and it is maybe 10 or so steps from the stream too, and it goes deep into the mountain. You get your ass up there, and deep inside until we tell you otherwise.’

‘It’ll take me about 6 or so days walking, I suppose you intend I take the river to the stream, then up to that cave?’

‘Yep, now we know you gotta sleep, do that in the daytime, and Old Roy he came up with a way to mask your scent on land too, you won’t like it, but if you want to survive this, you’ll do as your told, right?’

‘What trick?’

‘Skunk. I got a live one in a burlap sack out back, you carry him on your back, and you keep him fed too, but in the sack.’

‘I’ll reek’

‘That’s the idea, but skunk, well no bloodhound likes that scent, so you keep him close to you, when you ready to move on, you drag the sack along the path you took to get out and get back to the river. You set him free at the entrance to the cave, but you keep the sack, drag it inside for a ways, then bury it if you can.’

‘I can do that. What about food?’

‘In your backpack, I put about 10 days worth of jerky, my Ma made it, so you know it’ll be good. There is some bread too, should last till you get to the cave. Couple of bottles of water, so go easy with it. You know what stuff to pick and leave alone, just no fires, no tracks, you gotta be smart TJ, or the Feds will grab you.’

‘What about when I get to the cave? The food won’t last, and if I let the skunk go, I mean.’

‘Old Roy has that taken care of, besides he’ll be up there soon enough. For now the Feds are still pretty thick around here, but they figure you are heading south, but they got the North being watched just in case.’

‘I kept to the river.’

‘Yeah but not good enough, we picked up your tracks but Roy, he fixed that. Now he’s laid some tracks further south, and so far, it looks like the Feds haven’t tumbled to it being faked. Not very savvy them boys, but they got one or two trackers who might. So you listen close, okay?’

‘Okay’

‘You stick close to the river banks, under the branches even if its pitch black out. Second, you get out of there come first light, bury yourself under rotting leaves and shit, keep the skunk over your head, in a tree. If you gotta take a piss, or a crap, do it in the middle of the river, don’t do it near the bank or on land. Got it?’

‘Yeah, I got it.’

‘Old Roy, he figures the Feds will move South shortly, but they’ll keep tabs on him and around these parts for a bit afterwards. He will be out searching for you, as they expect him too, but he’ll make it to the caves and have food for you. So you make what you got last as long as you can. Try for a few weeks, but no fires, nothing until you are deep in the cave.

Once you get there, you can make a small fire, but make sure everything is bone dry. No wet twigs, leaves, nothing. Catch yourself some fish before you get into the cave, you can cook ‘em up and salt ‘em so they’ll last. Fill up your bottles too, and find a place deeper inside than where you bed down, to use for your bathroom. You stay inside, don’t get cabin fever, now, think you can do all that?’

‘I can do it. My dad, he taught me how to stay holed up.’

‘Well, then you need to keep that in your mind, this is serious stuff TJ, them Feds, they mean to grab you.’

‘Wish I knew why they were after me, I didn’t do anything, it just makes no sense Bobby Rae.’

‘Yeah, well Old Roy he’s got some folks sniffing to find out, maybe he’ll have some answers when he meets up with you in the cave. Now you listen TJ, you do as I told you, or not even Old Roy will be able to save your ass if them Feds catch you.’

He nodded, wondering about all that was happening. For the life of him, he didn’t have a clue what it was that had the Feds after him. Least he felt a bit easier about it, knowing that Old Roy was watching his back, and front. Damn, he should have known about the skunk, and he should have figured out the rest.

Looking over at Bobby Rae he saw that look, and for a moment he felt like he was more of a big brother than some guy who always tormented him. Was it all an act, or was it simply that he wasn’t going to cross Old Roy?

‘Stop looking like some love sick cow.’

TJ immediately lowered his face, but glancing up he could see neither a frown or scowl on Bobby Rae’s face. The lips weren’t tightly closed, but the eyes, sort of twinkled as he looked right at TJ.

‘I don’t do that look.’

‘Yeah you do, people can spot it a mile off, we always can tell when you after someone, by the look.’

For just a few seconds, he felt the anger inside, the way he seemed to always feel when being teased, or hassled. The way it was most times when he was in town. But he fought it, as he realized it wasn’t going to get him anywhere. Besides, he owed the guy.

‘Do not’

‘Listen to you, you are sounding like wet behind the ears kid, but yeah you do, but that isn’t the point. Look TJ, you have a lot of people putting their own backsides on the line, just for you. People you haven’t really liked, or been nice to, but we all remember your Pa, we know you, so you keep all this to yourself.’

‘I appreciate what folks do, and I don’t tell on people, you know that.’

‘Yeah, you have shown us that, why I suppose Old Roy was willing to take this chance on you, but we had to make sure, so what happened earlier, chalk it up to just one more test. If it hurt, sorry, and you know I don’t often say that. I had to be sure, before letting Old Roy know.’

He sat upright, staring at Bobby Rae. It was all an act? A test? He felt rather surprised, but then again, maybe this was the act, the way for Bobby Rae to explain what happened? Could be, because one thing he sure as hell didn’t want to have talked about, was him doing a guy. Wouldn’t go with his Macho attitude in town, but which was the truth?

‘I may forget things at times Bobby Rae, I may even sleep around, but I know things too. I know that just wasn’t part of some stupid test, you liked it, and to be honest, so did I.’

There he said it, and he could see the facial muscles twitching in Bobby Rae’s face. The way his lips pouted one second, then straightened out. How the eyes flashed their anger, then calmed down, all were captured by his own eyes. Maybe he shouldn’t have spoken up, but hell, that was his nature. Maybe Bobby Rae was right, maybe he really was just some wet behind the ears kid, but damn it, he knew he had liked it.

‘There isn’t a guy alive that doesn’t like a tight hole quivering as their dick pounds it, but don’t mistake it for the guy liking who he’s doing it to. Yeah, you had a nice tight ass, but if that didn’t get you squealing, well then what the Feds would do to you, well, it won’t get you squealing either. It really is that simple TJ, sorry if you think it means something else.’

For a brief instant, he wanted to lash out, to say something in reply, but as he looked at the impassive face before him, he realized that it didn’t really matter. If Bobby Rae did like fucking him or not, he had done it and for his own taste, he had enjoyed parts of it. So screw Bobby Rae if he wanted to deny enjoying any part of it, besides, he needed friends, even if they were dumb ass red necks.

TJ felt his body relax, felt the tense muscles inside soften, and let him breath easier. His nostrils stopped flaring, and the eyes grew less narrow. He needed his wits about him, and rising to the bait, well that wasn’t how you won wars. His Dad had told him that many times, and now he realized just how important those words were.

He had been stupid, in leaving the shelter of the barn, and just as stupid in not knowing how to really use the river, so no one, not even Old Roy or his Deputies could find his tracks. There was a chance, a slim one, but he knew that at least he wasn’t alone, as long as he kept his wits, and his mouth shut.

‘I’ll keep that in mind’

‘See that you do, look, there are a lot of things you don’t know, things that, well, things maybe you should know, but for that, you’ll have to get through this, maybe then Sheriff Roy will tell you, until then, you pay heed to what he says, whether it comes from me or someone else he sends, you pay heed as if your life depends on it, because TJ, it does.’

Despite the warm glow from the embers of the fire, he felt a chill run up and down his spine. He could see how serious Bobby Rae was too, and the unspoken things, they made his skin crawl. He knew there was a lot unsaid, stuff that he wasn’t sure he wanted to know, and yet, he knew inside, that he should want to know.

With a halting voice, he asked what things, but Bobby Rae wouldn’t tell him. He just shook his head, saying no, that it wasn’t the time or place. He let it go, though was still surprised at how scared his voice had sounded when he asked. Bobby Rae had noticed it, but had ignored it.

‘Put some wood on the fire, but no more than a few. Let it die out, and when it gets dark, you head off. I’ll leave the sack by the door, and you drag it behind you to the river. Keep it on your back, don’t let it out, or drown. Got it?’

‘Yes’

‘Good, now fix yourself some more hot food, use up them eggs in the cooler, and whatever else you can manage. It’ll be awhile before you get any hot food, so make the best of it while you can.’

‘I am full, don’t know if I can eat anything more.’

‘Make yourself. Keep your wits about boy, this isn’t some game, and a lot of folks are risking their own hides for you, so you do your part.’

‘I will’

‘Make sure you do, now get on with it, I will head off in about an hour.’

TJ watched him pick up the knife from beside him, and he flipped it over, so the hilt was aimed at TJ. He shoved it forward, looking right at TJ.

‘It’s better than the one you had, you take care of it, I’ll want it back when this is all over. There is a jar of Vaseline too, before you head out, strip down and cover your legs with it, up to your waist. It’ll help keep the chill out of your bones. Do that just before you head back to the water. It should last you till you get to the cave.’

‘Okay’

Bobby Rae shook his head, and then leaned back in the chair. He just sat there, watching as TJ made himself the eggs, and some bacon. It smelled good, and the sound of sizzling bacon, along with the crackling wood in the fireplace, made him feel drowsy. It made him feel content too, despite the danger that seemed to be waiting for him. For the moment he was safe, and that was all that seemed to matter to him.

For the first time since he had spotted the cabin, he felt safe. He knew it was temporary at best, and that a lot could go wrong over the next few days, but for now he was content to just sit there, and stuff his belly with the hot food.

Looking up from his plate, he could see that Bobby Rae was dozing. If he was that comfortable with the situation, well he just might have a chance.

On The Run

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (4)

It was awkward for him, to keep the blanket wrapped around him, as he struggled with the old stove. It seemed to be taking forever for the burners to fire up, but eventually he had two of them working. The old cast iron pans needed cleaning, which he quickly did. He could feel Bobby Rae watching his every move, as if ready for any tricks.

Funny thing was, he wasn’t interested in that right now. The pain in his gut was from being hungry, as he let the two pans heat up on the stove top. There was some packaged hamburger patties, and even a pack of bacon. It would be a feast, least for the moment, as he felt himself relaxing a bit. Worries about his situation more or less, pushed aside for the moment.

The aroma of the sizzling bacon, the grilling hamburger was all he could concentrate on, but as they cooked, he started to glance over his shoulder a bit. Bobby Rae looked so calm, so relaxed in the big chair, it made TJ wonder a bit. To begin with, what the fuck was he going to do to him? Was this going to be his last meal, or did the Deputy have something else in store for him?

None of it really made much sense. To begin with, being fucked by him was mind blowing. Who would of thought the creep had such a big dick, or how to use it. Not like he came across as having much of a brain, yet he sure seemed to know how to ram that monster dick of his.

TJ was no virgin, had a fair amount of big dicks too, and rarely had he enjoyed the experience. Least not the anal part, but damn it, the way Bobby Rae had rammed him, was rather pleasurable. Maybe if he hadn’t been afraid so much it might have been different. It might not have been so intoxicating, or it could have been even better. That thought made him shiver a bit, which seemed to have gotten Bobby Rae’s attention.

He could feel his eyes glaring at him, but it didn’t feel chilling, least not like how it used to feel. It was more, well, sort of like Bobby Rae had some feelings, or was trying to. It was just odd, but as he stood there, the blanket wrapped around his waist, he couldn’t help but feel that Bobby Rae was checking out his ass. Odd, but he rather liked the notion.

As the grease spluttered and the food cooked, TJ tried to make some comparisons, to figure out why he was still feeling rather aroused by what had happened. No doubt being caught was not part of his plans, but it had turned out to be a lot different than he had imagined.

While he was more than likely in for some rough treatment, so far he had to admit, it hadn’t been what he had expected. The whipping hadn’t made much of an impression, but damn it, that butt fucking sure had. It had been rough, hard, but it had nearly made him shoot his own load. No other person had made him feel that way, not while taking a dick in his butt.

Hell most times, he usually got a bit soft, but not this time. His cock had been as hard as he could remember it ever being, and worse, from some supposed straight red neck. Now that had to be one for the record books, certainly was for him.

There had been a few straight guys that he had managed to do, but that usually was either sucking them off, or giving them a hand job. As he turned the bacon and burgers over, he remembered the Limey that had passed through last summer. They guy was just nineteen, and was on the survey crew from the power company. Why they had some Brits over doing the job was never clear, didn’t sit well with the locals either, but geez, that guy was cute, and well, hung.

He had watched him out on the old county road, the way he stood there in the hot sun, with that damn stick. How hot he had looked with his shirt off, and the way his bum fit those pants. Mind you, when he turned around, the size of his basket scared the crap out of him, but TJ had figured it was hard. Man was that ever a wrong thing to think of, because, as he found out later, it hadn’t been hard.

That was about the closest he had ever come to a huge cock, that could equal anything he had felt when Bobby Rae had taken him earlier. Man, to think that Bobby Rae was bigger than the Limey¹ guy, was scary stuff. Yet in a way he felt rather proud, because he had taken it, and not wussed out either.

The guy’s name had been Matt, and he had the cutest accent, that when he talked just made TJ want to whip it out then and there. If he remembered right, he had struck up a conversation, figuring the guy was horny, but he quickly found out he was straight. That had been a real downer, until he saw him check out his basket. TJ knew that look, knew that the guy was curious, and more importantly was doable.

Meeting later on, for drinks, had been a good plan, specially considering how hot it was that day, and how dusty too. TJ got a smile, as he could see the guy’s brown eyes twinkling the moment TJ had suggested they meet out at his place after for some cold beer. The way they seemed to sort of widen, and glance at his basket, was enough for TJ to know he had a live one on the line.

It hadn’t taken long either, once Matt had downed one beer, before they were talking about sex. Took TJ a bit to understand though, as Matt had some different words. Like a wank, instead of a jack off, and stuff like that. It had led to some laughter, which really had made TJ want Matt. How his face would crinkle up when he laughed, how his whole body seemed to shake as the peals of his joy rang out. Come to think of it, he had a rather sexy sounding voice.

That was when he found out just how wrong he had been earlier in the day. When finally Matt had simply suggested they have a ‘bit of a wank’. It had sounded funny, making TJ laugh, but when he popped that button, and unzipped the dirty jeans, well, that was when he really wondered about the guy.

Thinking about it, he remembered how he couldn’t take his eyes off of Matt. The way his shorts seemed so full, as if the guy had a huge wrench or something wedged in with his dick. But nope, it was his dick, and when he shoved his shorts down, and that monster plopped out, the foreskin dangling over the head, TJ felt his whole body quiver.

His eyes must have shown how surprised he was because Matt began to simply laugh. It was like he couldn’t stop either, the way he sort of giggled, with that lovely accented voice. Fuck, it was a major turn on, and he had made some comment, that stopped the laughter instantly. Come to think of it, he had said something about he’d never had anything that big in his mouth or up his ass before.

That was it, because Matt grew very silent then. Then he told TJ how he never had done anything like that, as he was into Birds. At first TJ had wondered about that, until he saw the grin on Matt’s face, who explained he meant women. Talk about a language barrier, and both spoke English only. Go figure he thought, as he flipped the burgers, not wanting to burn the meat.

As he sighed, he could still feel Bobby Rae staring at him, and he wondered what that would mean for him? Was the guy thinking about how he had taken his huge dick, or how he would get rid of him. Come to think of it, he now had something to use, to bargain with, but it was risky. If Bobby Rae was going to take him in, by trying to use what happened could turn him into thinking of offing him, on the other hand, if he already was contemplating that, well, then he had nothing to lose.

Life sure as hell wasn’t easy, as he stirred the pot with the beans. Least with Matt it had been very simple, very straightforward, in a strange way. Matt was horny, from all the work, and he was curious. As he put it, no bird could really satisfy him fully, they all were frightened off by his big wanker.

Thinking about it now, he didn’t know why he had said he was no fish, that a cock like that was easy to take, as long as Matt didn’t try to rush it. Somehow it had become the topic of the moment, discussing having sex, as if they were long time friends and fuck buddies. Matt certainly looked interested, though he was pretty adamant that he wouldn’t let TJ bum hole him. Man just listening to him had given TJ a huge hard on, and he could see that the big wanker was a bit interested too.

The foreskin still drooped over the head, but he could see a bit of it showing, more than when Matt first brought it out, and as he stared at it, he could feel Matt looking at him. Same feeling he was sort of getting from Bobby Rae, right now. Odd, maybe there was going to be a tomorrow for him?

As the meat sizzled, the beans simmered, he realized that it had been Matt who had made the first real move. How he had watched TJ staring at his dick, how it was making him feel. Odd for a straight guy to notice, but he had. When he looked up, he could see the glazed over look, the one he loved to see on those who he was having sex with.

Matt merely reached down and pulled his dick up, kicking off his pants and underwear. His socks were still on, as he spread his legs apart, leaned back in TJ’s one and only armchair, and with a huge grin, he simply pointed the huge cock at TJ.

‘Show me if a guy can handle it’ was all he said, was all the encouragement TJ needed as he just grinned, stood up and dropped his own pants. Hell, he figured if he was going to suck on that pole, he would want to be stroking his own. It was the right move too, as he noticed how the cock jerked a bit in Matt’s hand, and at how the eyes seemed to sparkle a bit more.

Tossing his shirt off, and standing in front of Matt, totally nude, he saw the effect it was having. More of that pink cock head was showing, as Matt had slowly began to stroke the long thick shaft. God, what a monster it was, as the foreskin was pulled back, then forward.

Moving over he stood right in front of Matt, looking down at him, and at his sausage. How huge it looked, as he reached over and down, to pull out the bottle of lubricant he kept there, along with his glass bowl of condoms. Putting them to the side, he grinned then lowered himself down onto his own knees. TJ’s own cock was already fully aroused, but Matt’s still need some attention. Amazing to think of that thing still needing to grow. Glancing up and smiling, he saw the grin widen, and watched Matt wiggle himself backwards, getting more comfortable in the chair. He took a quick look at the bowl of condoms, and lubricant, then smiled as he pushed his cock forward, sort of like handing it off.

Licking his lips and looking back down at it, TJ felt his own heart skip a few beats. Bit of sweat was already forming on his forehead, as his hand reached out to touch the cock. The heat felt like it would burn his fingers off, or at least leave them as crispy stumps.

Slowly TJ wrapped his one hand over the cock shaft, just below the cock head. He felt the skin shiver, felt the throb of the pole as Matt’s blood rushed through the various veins around it. Then as his fingers made a fist around the huge pole, he slowly pulled backwards, towards Matt’s groin.

The cock head was showing, and TJ lowered his head to meet the huge head, while the hand held it steady. How big it looked, as he slowly lowered his face to it, then let himself move forwards, so that his lips would meet the head. As they touched, he felt the first shock run up and down his spine. How good it felt was unreal, as his eyes glanced upwards, to see Matt’s brown eyes flutter.

TJ felt himself shutter as that vision flashed in front of him. His eyes watered a bit too, as he tried to remember just how good it had felt when he had let his lips part, to let that cock head past. How salty it tasted, yet also sweet. The drop of pre cum had surprised him, as it seemed like Matt was really into it. Naturally it only made him want to experience more, as he let his mouth widen.

‘You waiting on a particular shade of black for the food, or what?’

The harsh voice startled him, and made him actually step forward a bit, before he got control over himself.

‘Huh? Uh, no, no it’s ready, just about to dish it up.’

‘Bout bloody time, I haven’t had anything hot since I got up here, you took your damn sweet time in getting here too.’

‘Yeah well, If I had known you’d be waiting, I’d have hurried along.’

He was at the point of just not caring, as he listened to his retort. Hell with Bobby Rae and his crap, besides, he really didn’t think he’d be hauling him back to Sheriff Roy anytime soon. Not until he was certain that TJ didn’t or couldn’t say shit about what had happened earlier. More he thought about, more he felt like he was about to have the last meal on earth.

‘Don’t smart mouth me boy. Just serve the food. Put mine on the table there, then back off. No funny stuff.’

‘Like I am gonna take off wearing just a blanket?’

‘Well, you just might, hell maybe some critter will take pity on you, now just you back off. You eat yours over there, where I can keep an eye on you.’

Placing the food down, he noticed the big hunting knife in Bobby Rae’s hand, and knew that while the shotgun wasn’t to be seen, he’d have a hell of a time wrestling that little pig sticker away from the guy, even if he wanted to try. One thing TJ prided himself on, was not rushing into things, well most things.

Hot footing it away had been silly. No one had spotted him until he made the stupid dash, when maybe if he’d have just stayed low, kept himself hidden, no one would be out looking for him now. Hell, he might be safe back at his own place now, jacking off to memories of Matt.

Munching on a piece of bacon, he couldn’t help but smile to himself, thinking of how Matt had tasted, how that huge cock had bucked in his mouth, as his tongue had run down the underside, and then around the bared cock head. God it had tasted so good, the scent of a working man all over it, and then to feel it throb between his cheeks. That had been amazing, just as listening to the hard breathing that came from the young man seated in his chair.

He had managed a few quick looks, to see how his chest heaved, how the nipples were so full and firm. The way he had ran his hands up and down his stomach, while TJ had sucked on his cock. It really was making him horny, and he knew from how thick the cock became, choking him even. The way it just seemed to keep on growing, until he felt like his jaw would pop off its hinges.

The way he had sucked on it, licking at the underside, while his hand ran across the top, pushing it against the side of his face. Feeling his own saliva as he licked at the underside, at the spot just where the shaft met the sac. How pungent the aroma was, how much it made his own cock stiffen.

TJ was glad he had met Matt, as he tried to slowly eat the hamburger he had cooked. He knew that gorging himself would only give him discomfort later, as he tried to chew the food, not swallow it whole. Just as he tried to slowly feed himself Matt’s unbelievably huge cock.

How it had taken several tries, before he finally made his throat relax enough, so that the whole cock was deep down inside. How the pain from his opened jaw was ignored so that he could actually move his head back and forth over the hard pole, sucking on it while his hands fondled Matt’s balls.

It all flashed before him, as he slowly ate the food. How the tiny beads of sweat formed on Matt’s forehead, while TJ sucked on that lovely uncut cock. How the foreskin tighten so much, that he could see the veins sticking up and throbbing as the blood rushed through. Man it was a vision, that at that moment he wouldn’t have traded for anything, and then it only got better.

How Matt suddenly opened his brown eyes, stared down at him. Then how he let his hands move down, and how the fingers played with TJ’s hair, twisting it and pulling on several strands, then once more just sort of brushing it backwards. How his eyes seemed to sparkle, until finally he asked if TJ wanted to try taking it up the arse. There was though foreign words, but he couldn’t refuse the guy.

Heck, he had been wondering if he could take it, just as Matt asked him if he wanted to. Talk about like minds thinking alike, and naturally he hadn’t refused. How could he? To feel that thing slice into him, spread his legs wide as it drove into him? No way could he ever look in the mirror and call himself a real queer without at least trying.

Wasn’t a lot of romance in it, but he wasn’t into all that hugging, kissing crap. He wanted to feel a piece of meat digging into his ass, and Matt had the ideal piece. Least until Bobby Rae gave him a ride. God, how big was the deputy? It sure as hell felt a lot bigger than Matt’s 11.5 inch whopper.

Mind you Matt also knew how to work it in, not just ram it, like the Deputy had. The Brit had stretched the condom over his dick, very slowly and for a few seconds, TJ wasn’t sure the condom would cover it all, but Matt made it roll down all the way.

Then he simply got up and gave it a few strokes, as he had TJ stand up and turn around, so his backside was towards him. Then carefully he stepped up, gradually pushing TJ’s legs apart, until he was satisfied. It was as if he knew exactly how to do it, as he brought the head up from below, to slide it upwards, rather than the standard downwards way.

Working it up, he found TJ’s hole, and slowly wedged the head up into the tiny hole. Then with his hands he began to slowly massage the two butt cheeks, squeezing them and pulling and patting them. He felt himself relaxing, felt the cock head wedge in even more, as Matt’s hands kept his buttocks shaking.

The penetration was quick, and he had felt every ounce of breathe leave his body. His chest began to hurt immediately, as the pain lanced upwards. His thighs had stiffened to the point where TJ thought that he’d burst the blood vessels inside. It had split him cleanly, and he could feel the fullness of the cock head inside. His tiny little muscles were no match for the brute force of the penetration, and it had made him cry out loudly.

Unlike Bobby Rae, it had hurt, but it didn’t keep on going inside. It just stood there, barely inside, as the muscles inside his rectum stopped their quivering, their cries for mercy. He managed to gather his breath too, his chest not heaving so hard, as he grew accustomed to the size of the head inside.

Matt had both hands on his hips, and slowly began to twist himself, to make a gyrating motion that pushed and stretched his insides, but in a way that took away the pain. It felt so damn good, he was moaning and grabbing his own cock, as slowly Matt began to corkscrew his big dick into TJ’s hole.

The finger dug hard into his hips, and he could feel that pain, but the pleasure of the cock moving into him was growing more strident, more in his mind. Slowly Matt made him take the whole cock, and he felt his pubic hairs brushing up against his insides. He sighed, as he heard Matt groan, felt the small quiver in the cock too, that set his own nerves tingling.

Sweat was dripping from his hair, his forehead, as Matt began to once more move his hips around, to make the cock inside jerk and swivel inside the tight tunnel. His prostrate and other organs were in a frenzy, as they were bumped and pushed by the hard cock inside. Then slowly he began to feel him withdraw his cock, to leave his rectum, and he reached back with his hands now, to pull his cheeks further apart, crying out no, wanting Matt to push back in.

The outward pull stopped, then it moved forward making TJ moan loudly. He could hear it echo, just as Matt began to slowly pull back, only to push forward again. Slowly he began to build up his easy motion, until he was nearly out, before once more driving the hard cock into TJ. It had felt so good, each drive in, that he kept moaning, and as the sweat dripped, as his legs grew numb and cramped from the tautness of his muscles, he never once asked Matt to stop.

He encouraged him to keep on going, to go faster, to pound his ass. Nothing else seemed to have mattered, as Matt obliged him, until each thrust would make him stutter, make his feet stumble a step or two forward, until resetting while the cock pulled back.

There was no way for him to tell time, as it felt like it had been suspended. The way Matt’s dick pushed in, then out, always moving, going a bit faster with each stroke, time seemed to just not exist. The way it kept making him moan, how it hurt but didn’t, was still fresh in his mind, as if it was just yesterday.

TJ felt his cock shifting under the blanket, and he glanced up to see Bobby Rae staring at him. There was that look in his face again, the one he had seen earlier. Just for a moment, he thought he could feel Bobby Rae’s heart beating, feel his pulse racing as he stared at his mostly naked body. That, along with the recollection of Matt’s hard cock pounding his ass, made him smile, which Bobby Rae noticed.

Instead of snarling at him, the deputy just stared at him, while he pushed the tin plate away, the food eaten. TJ could see he was deep in thought, as the eyes narrowed a bit, and the cheeks sunk in a bit. The nostrils flared too, as the mouth grew taut, no smile, no grin, no scowl either. In a way it was all rather frightening, as if he was finally making up his mind about something.

‘Get over here, sit in that chair, and put your hands behind your back, but through them bars in the chair.’

TJ stared at him, and quickly obeyed. The feeling of Matt’s dick riding him suddenly pushed aside. He sat in the chair, leaned forward so as to poke his arms through the rungs on the back of the chair. Then he sat back, feeling the sudden pain in his shoulders, as he watched Bobby Rae stand up.

In one hand was a pair of handcuffs, and he stepped behind and slapped them on his wrists. He was not going anywhere, without taking the damn chair with him, or breaking it. It was uncomfortable as hell as Bobby Rae stepped back in front, then just seemed to glare. There wasn’t a scowl, but his eyes looked so dark, so cold that he couldn’t help but tremble a bit. He remembered the knife he had seen him with, and his own eyes glanced away, to check the Deputy’s hand, failing to see any hint of the knife.

The man simply moved away to the door, then stepped out and came back in very quickly. In his hand now was the shotgun, barrel pointing down as he again sat down in the big chair. His eyes continued to stare at him, as he reached down, and from the darkness he pulled up a small portable radio set.

TJ hadn’t noticed it before, but he recognized the standard two way radio set up that was used by the Cops. Sheriff Roy always had his hooked into his belt, with a long coiled microphone attached to his shirt, just below the shoulder. He felt his body shake, as he watched Bobby Rae twist the knob, and he could hear it squawk, the static making a squeal that hurt the ears a bit.

‘Make one sound, and it’ll be your last, got it?’

‘I got it.’

He felt the sweat on his forehead, felt the pain dull a bit around his shoulder, and felt the numbness around his wrists as he listened to Bobby Rae call up Sheriff Roy. TJ heard the man answering, knew it was Old Roy himself, as the fear in his belly made him hold his breath. He could even hear his heart beating as Bobby Rae reported in, but the words didn’t make sense, least not at first.

Bobby Rae was whining, asking if he could come back in, as not even a rabbit had gone past since noon, and it was nearing past midnight now. He heard the Sheriff ask if he had a fire going, or anything to show he was in the cabin, and Bobby Rae lied to him, saying he was freezing, and that he hadn’t moved out of the damn chair since arriving.

It didn’t make sense, but finally Old Roy told him to forget it, that maybe that fool kid had gone a different route, or was smarter than they all thought. TJ heard the man tell Bobby Rae to go along the river a bit, to make sure, then to come on back to town if he didn’t see or hear anything.

He looked, with his mouth open, as Bobby Rae signed off, and then turned the two way off totally. TJ could see the light go off, see that it was really off and he watched as Bobby Rae stood up, and walked back behind him.

He undid the handcuffs, then came back around to stand in front of TJ. He stared down at him, then went back to reach behind the chair. He pulled out a huge old army back pack, with a sleeping back rolled up at the bottom. The deputy put it on the chair, then looked over to the burning embers of the fire. He smiled as he looked back to TJ.

‘Your clothes should be dry enough now, go put em on’