I double clutched the transmission on my Wentworth, dropping down several gears as the dumbass in front of me turned right off the highway without even a signal. One of these days that idiot is gonna get rear ended, drive up the cost of road insurance and ... well, just get bumper fucked in the process.

"One of these days ... " I muttered, not even bothering to complete the thought. Why get upset, it happened a lot. My arrival in the middle of North Carolina signaled the end of this leg of the journey. I would drop my trailer box off in Charlotte and pick up another before heading south.

Most of my summer had been these short hauls, Thank God. But I had been away from home for six weeks, long enough to miss spending time on the beach in Lauderdale. I wondered about the dog and then smiled; she would be fine with Mrs. Hanson.

It was good to have roots and neighbors that cared. Some people cussed up a storm about the old folks in Florida, I loved them myself. Roberta Hanson was like a grandmother to me and probably about the only person I could still consider family in this world.

Every time I came home it was the same. Roberta would give me a big hug and then fix me a super dinner to celebrate. Her eyes would search my face to see if I was well rested, then it would begin.

"When you gonna settle down, Brian? That truck driving job seems to wear you out ... why is it so attractive?"

She wanted me to stay close, to be available in case ... in case something happened to her. The dependence was a two-way street, she was eighty-two, I was thirty-four. Having her there was more than dog-sitting; she covered my bases while I was gone.

How could I explain my life to such a sweet old lady? She saw me as a hard working young man, a son she would be proud of ... if only she knew. But all she knew was that I was single, never married and that I cared for her ... it worked for us both.

Life on the road was hard work. Long hours, the bad food and all those idiots in tiny little cars weaving in and out like I was just another obstacle on the race course. But driving still held my interest ... probably because of the fringe benefits.

The boy I picked up at the rest stop in Kansas last week came to mind. "Goin to visit my Granny," he'd said. Yeah, and I was born yesterday. Sixteen year old boys did not hitch rides with truckers to see granny, they take the bus. He was a runaway ... or a throwaway. It didn't matter; he was warm and snuggly for the night ... and damn good sex.

Unlike some truckers I never gave a boy an ultimatum, no bend over or get out speech ever crossed my lips. I would see it in their eyes first. The need ... a hunger ... the lust, whatever it turned out to be, and I was only too willing to accommodate. I didn't even have to know their name, just if they preferred anal or oral.

That Kansas boy was experienced; I got little sleep that night. Lord, his middle name must have been Hoover, he sucked the cum right out of my balls several times before he rolled over and took it like a man. I liked flexible boys, and he was definitely bent over.

I didn't think he was gay, just talented and that's what counts in life. He didn't tell me his life story but he needed affection. Apparently falling asleep in my arms was good enough for that...it was sweet.

But I dropped him off in St. Louis like he asked and he didn't even kiss me good-bye despite having my tongue in his mouth half the night. Oh well, we each had a need and we met them head on. It reminded me that I had to get another box of condoms, I was fresh out.

The Charlotte terminal was a mad house, but I still managed to get in and out in about three hours. In my outfit wasting time was a no brainer, you drove to eat. Mileage meant cash dollars. My trip ticket said I had to take a break in about four or five hours. Twelve on, eight off ... them was the rules.

I wondered if it would be enough time...time to make a little stop in a certain area of Georgia. There was no town there, just a crossroads. It had been almost two months since that last time...two months of thinking about three boys and that night of never-ending passion.

I thumbed through my little contact book and found what I was after. Jerry ... Jerry Tubbs. The name still evoked a strong memory, a memory of one very sexy fifteen year old and his friends. I didn't know Walt or John's last names, it didn't matter.

Walt ... damn, he was such a beautiful boy, my cock stirred just thinking about him. It must have been the moonlight, or the stars that shown down on us as I fucked him ... something had taken my breath away that night. He was the perfect blonde fuck-puppy ... so tight, so smooth and so willing.

John ... now that had been interesting. Never had sex with a Native American before, if you could call a blow job real sex, some people didn't. I wondered if he had progressed to anything else by now. He would if he hung out with those other two.

And then my mind settled on Jerry, and I smiled. God, the boy had been insatiable, our sex setting new records in my book. The memory of all that long brown hair whipping my face as he rode my cock...I was stiff as a board already.

But it was his smile and those warm brown eyes as he invited me to come back, to meet up with them again ... to get my brains fucked out. Only a fool could resist ... and then I thought of his daddy. OK, the sheriff thing had me a bit worried ... a lot worried.

I imagined a portly son of a bitch, star pinned to his chest as he cuffed me. "Think you can just ride in here and fuck my boy ... well do ya?" Slam, my face hitting the hood of his patrol car, splattering my nose and leaving me weak. "I'll show you what we do to fags down here. You're in my county now, boy ... and you dare fuck with my kid ... God Damn pervert," he'd yell.

I jerked my head up, erection all gone to hell by now. Wow, what made me think of that? I bet Jerry knew his old man pretty well; he'd never get us caught like that. Hell, just having sex with a young boy like that was risky, but I was hooked.

I picked up my cell phone and looked at my watch. Almost two o'clock ... maybe he would be home. I dialed the number and prayed he would answer, but the prayer went unanswered.

"Hello?" This woman's voice said.

"Uh, is Jerry there?" I asked, trying to keep my voice light and hopefully sounding young ... boyish at least.

"Nope, he's probably down at the office ... do you have that number?" She asked.

Oops, not the sheriff, damn it. Jerry hadn't said he was a junior. What could I do now? "Um ... sorry, I just wanted to see if he could fix my bike," I said. "Oh, you mean JJ ... just a minute," she said, dropping the phone on what I imagined was the kitchen counter. I almost sighed aloud. Why hadn't the boy said he had a nickname? Jerry Junior ... JJ. It certainly fit. Two minutes later the boy picked up the phone. I knew to be cautious; momma might still be close by.

"I'm gonna get a motel room ... I need to have something fixed right away," I said.

Give him credit, the boy didn't freak out. "What seems to be broken?" he asked.

"Uh, well the thingy fell out of the hole, I need something in that hole, something with grease on it," I said.

Jerry laughed and I realized he didn't know who I was.

"Hmm, fix my hole and maybe we can watch a few more movies together like last time," I said.

"Oh ... Brian, right?" Jerry said, his voice suddenly becoming deep and filled with emotion. "I didn't think you would ever call ... I thought you had forgotten me."

"Forget? How could I forget the best night of my life? I've been thinking about you for weeks, Jerry," I said.

"Really?" I knew he was smiling now.

"Well can you fix my problem?" I asked.

"Are you here ... I mean at the motel?"

"By seven I will be, can you meet me? And I guess I better ask ... are you going to being help?"

"Walt can bring the wrench, but John is at his Aunt's house for the rest of the summer. Wait up," he suddenly said.

I heard his hand cup over the mouthpiece, but not very successfully. I heard his mom talking.

"Who you talkin to?" She asked.

"Brian ... uh, his daddy runs that gas station over at the interstate, he just needs his bike fixed." Jerry was covering his tracks; I hope this wasn't going to get him in trouble.

Most boys knew what they wanted, but they didn't always think of the consequences. I figured Jerry for one of the smart ones otherwise I wouldn't be doing this. But she wasn't done yet.

"So why don't he get his daddy to fix it, for goodness sake. I don't want you out running around all night after your father and I leave for Savannah," She said.

"No ma'am, I'll be home by dark," Jerry said.

"Well ... I'll just have to trust you," she said. "I'm supposed to pick your daddy up in fifteen minutes ... you be home by nine o'clock, you hear me?"

"Yes ma'am, I will. Can Walt stay over?"

"Yes, he may. Just don't stay up all night like a couple of owls. Mercy, I'm surprised you don't fall over from a lack of sleep."

"Aw, maw ... I'm fine. You have a good time down Savannah ... and happy anniversary."

I heard the sound as she gave him a kiss, aww ... how sweet. There was a pause and then Jerry came back on.

"Whew," he sighed. "My folks are gonna be in Savannah all night ... good timing, Brian."

"I heard most of that, you handled it very well," I said.

Jerry laughed. "Ya, lots of practice. So how will I find you?"

I smiled, this was gonna be fun. "I'll leave my boots outside the door; you don't wanna smell my stinky feet anyways. I'll be there around seven, check in and take a shower. I'll leave the door unlocked so you can walk right in ... just be casual, OK?"

"Got it ... uh, I missed you, Brian. I mean ... what we did sure was special."

It gave me a warm feeling inside to hear that. "You're a very special boy, Jerry ... I like you a lot."

"Cool ... this is gonna be awesome. I mean, we havn't stopped talking about you ever since. It was like something changed after that night; I sure want to see you again."

"Good ... just be careful. Your daddy worries me, you know that," I said.

"Yes ... but he doesn't have a clue what's goin on. We're safe with him gone. I'll be looking for those boots, Brian. Can't wait to see you."

"After seven then, I'll be waiting, JJ."

"Oh ... yeah, you can call me that if you want ... see ya," Jerry said. "I need to go tell Walt."

"Bye kiddo, see ya in a few hours," I said and hung up.

Jerry ... and Walt, damn this was gonna be quite a night. I started up the truck and swung out of the terminal. The box was loaded, but not heavy. I would make better mileage without dragging some big nasty load of machine parts or refrigerators.

Two hundred fifty miles to Savannah on the interstate, and Jerry was forty-three miles further on. I needed to move right along if I was gonna make it by seven ... I would probably be a bit late. But the thought of him kept me moving, not speeding, but working the road to maintain speed.

So things had changed after that night, I wondered what that meant? I knew the two boys had been sexually active. Lord knows neither of them was inexperienced when I dropped into their young lives. Jerry would have been up that young boy's ass long before I got there, he probably still was. The thought made my cock hard again.

I began to think about what we might do as a threesome. As boys they could manage several orgasms apiece over the course of the night. I probably would be asked to perform at my best, although it took a while for my battery to recharge.

I could manage three ... maybe four times with the right stimulation. What was I thinking? God, I was going to be all sexed up with the two most desirable boys I knew ... I had to perform or die trying. I just hoped the coroner would be kind if it came down to that.

I would have to be buried in a coffin with a hole placed in just right spot for the permanent erection I would be sporting. This would be a night to remember. I looked down at the speedometer and backed my foot off the accelerator. No sense in giving the South Carolina patrol boys a chance to pull me over. That would trigger a safety check and consume valuable time.

By six-fifteen I was headed south on Interstate 95, only a few minutes behind. God, what if the motel didn't have a vacancy? The bed at my back was a tight fit for two, much less three. But forty minutes later I swung into the motel parking lot and saw the place was mostly empty. I pulled the rig over close to the fence and shut down, hearing the parking brakes engage.

I swung out of the cab and strode over to the office.

"Howdy," the man behind the counter said. "You been here before?" he asked.

"Nope, just need a quiet room for some mandatory sleep," I said.

"Got your CDL ... we discount truckers," He said.

OK, I get laid and get ten percent off too, sweet deal. I sniffed my pits, yeah, I needed a good bathing. I signed the credit card receipt and handed back the guy's pen.

"You get hungry, we got's three places that deliver," he informed me.

"Yeah, do they have pizza?" I asked.

"Sure thing, you want me to call then for ya?"

"That would be nice. I'll take three pepperoni, extra cheese...and six liters of cola," I replied.

"Wow, you that hungry? Sounds like you're feeding an army."

"I'll just take the leftovers for breakfast tomorrow," I lied. Butt out buddy, I have two hungry boys to feed, I thought.

"Room thirty-two, back corner ... no noise off the interstate." he said, and smiled.

"Thanks," I said. "Hope you have lots of hot water."

"New boilers last year, burn your ass off if you ain't careful," he laughed.

I smiled and walked out back to the truck. I grabbed my travel kit and walked around the building to the other side. As he said, the room was on the corner, nice and quiet back here facing the trees.

I keyed the door and then shucked off my boots, dropping them beside the door as I went in. Boys ought to be here any minute, but I was stinky. I dropped my clothes by the bathroom door and stepped inside, switching on the light.

Hmm, they had remodeled the bathrooms too it seems. A huge mirror covered the wall behind the counter and the toilet looked new. I drew back the shower curtain and smiled. Big tub, enough room for three I hoped.

I lathered up and enjoyed the hot spray on my road weary skin. I rinsed off and then soaped up again. I wanted to be nice and fresh for the boys. I was just toweling off when I heard a knock on the door.

I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked over just as Jerry pushed the door open.

"I told you it would be unlocked, come on in," I said.

"Brian ... yeah man," Walt said, pushing his way past Jerry and throwing his arms around my waist. Jerry smiled, tolerant of his younger friend.

I hugged Walt back and then leaned over to kiss him right on the lips. He moaned with pleasure and kissed me back. I pulled away and laughed. "Wow, what a greeting."

The boy looked hot, and I didn't mean sweaty. His hair was slightly longer, blonde as hell and he was just a delicious feast for the eyes. Jerry came over and hugged me as well, more reserved ... withholding the passion I knew he had inside.

Jerry's hair was shorter, but it looked to be a professional job. His brown eyes looked hungry and that reminded me of something.

"I ordered us some pizza and drinks," I said. "Never knew a boy wasn't hungry at least ten times a day."

Walt laughed and bounced on the bed. Oops, that's when I realized it was only a double, I saw a tight squeeze ahead ... wonderful. Jerry stood with his arm around my waist, I knew he felt awkward. This was a different experience for him, for them both I imagined.

"So guys, what do you think three of us can do in bed, huh?" I asked.

"A three way suck fest," Walt said. He began pulling off his pants and I had to stop him.

"Whoa, tiger ... we have a pizza delivery on the way. OK, suck fest, that's one ... anything else? Maybe we should make a list and try everything. Any thoughts Jerry?"

"I'll fuck anything you put in front of me," he laughed.

"Hmm, better warn the pizza guy," Walt said, and then he burst out laughing too.

OK, they were being silly tonight ... that works for me. I cupped Jerry's chin and stared into his eyes. "I missed you, babe," I said. He kissed me and the room became silent, Walt was watching. Jerry ground his lips into mine and we traded tongues and spit for a while until we both had to come up for some air. "Whoa ... that was hot," Walt said.

"Yes, he is all that and more," I said, hugging Jerry to my chest. He leaned into it and I knew he missed having affection in his life, daddy sure wasn't the type. I could hold this boy all night long, and maybe I would. Maybe I should have invited him to stay with me alone.

Another knock at the door and I motioned for the boys to hide in the bathroom. I still had only a towel around my waist as I answered the door.

"Pizza delivery," the boy outside said. I reached for my wallet as he set the boxes down on the table by the door. There were also two bags with the sodas inside. "Thirty-three fifty, he said, and I handed him two twenties.

"Have a nice night," he said, as I waved off any thoughts of wanting change back. Oh, he could bet on that. I shut the door and the boys came back in the room.

"Anyone hungry?" I asked. We fell on the food like a pack of hungry dogs.

"So, John's out of town?" I asked between bites.

"Yeah, my dad got on his case a bit too much," Jerry said.

"No way, what's that all about?"

Walt snickered. "John grows pot in secret places and won't give it up."

"Oh, a business man ... " I laughed.

Jerry smiled. "Ya, my dad caught me with a bag last month and of course went straight after John. No proof mind you, he just 'knew' it was John's weed. Pretty unfair if you ask me."

"So was it John's weed?" I asked.

Jerry smiled. "Of course, he grows some decent shit. But he sells it and gives the money to his grandmother; she's got no money. He left town until my dad cools off. Like that's even gonna happen."

"But his pot is still growing fine," Walt said. "The sheriff doesn't know where it is."

"And you do?" I asked.

"Yeah sure, we all know," Walt said. "Ain't nobody gonna touch it until John gets back."

"Wow ... you really do take care of him," I said.

"We take care of each other, that's just the way we are," Jerry said.

I had to admire their loyalty; adults sure didn't act that well most times. The pizza was pretty well demolished and the boys took off their shoes. I was still wrapped in the towel and nothing else.

"You ain't wearing nothing under that are ya?" Walt asked. "I can see the head of your cock."

"I wanna taste the head of yours," I replied. "The rest of you too. Does anybody want a shower first?"

"Yeah, that would be nice," Jerry said.

"OK, then get to it,"" I said.

I sat back and watched them undress. Walt dropped his pants and of course had nothing on underneath. Instant naked, I liked that. Jerry did a slower strip tease; his eyes never left mine as he took off the layers. I had to ask just one tiny question.

"You guys been playing around since I was here last?"

"Yup," Walt said. "Jerry probably fucks me a couple times a week, but he always sucks me off first."

"That's fair ... and I guess John is still undecided," I said.

"John ... it's complicated," Walt said. I raised an eyebrow and the boy sighed. "Ok, here's what happened. I jerked off in front of him maybe a month after he came here to live with his grandmother. I was tryin to get him goin, to bring him into the game so I did it to show him how good it was. Didn't work, he just told Jerry I was weird.

"So then he finds out Jerry and I are playin around ... well, he caught us with our pants down. But he watched Jerry slammin it up my butt and I saw he was hard as a rock in his pants. Well I got interested after that and discovered John was a jerk off giant, like five ... six times a day, it was awesome.

"I followed him out to ... um, his pot field, and spied on him. Sure enough he sat down in the leaves and took out his cock so I watched. Man, he sure had fun with it and he was fingering his butt the whole time. So I just walked right in on him."

"Totally rude," Jerry said, shaking his head. "I woulda punched you for that."

"Yeah, it was wrong of me," Walt said. "But John kept on strokin, like nothin was gonna make him stop. And I was layin there close, my face damn near in his crotch when he came and sprayed it all over me. He didn't laugh or nothin, it was weird. And he didn't say nothin when I slid over and licked the cum off his cock.

"So John grabs my head and shoves his cock in my mouth and starts face fuckin me. He just cum and it was all hard again like he never did nothin' at all so I took it. I mean he had that six inch cock of his all down my throat and I couldn't breathe and started chokin'. He pulls out to let me breathe and starts pullin my pants off. And before I knew it he was on my back and shovin his cock up my ass."

"No, he didn't, he says he never fucked you," Jerry laughed.

"Well he did, I know he lied about it ... but he fucked the hell out of me."

"Why would he lie, Walt?" I asked. My cock was raging already; the rape scene must have been awesome.

"Cause he says he ain't like that, he don't fuck guys. That was last year, he never did it again. But he is still a friend ... I think he feels guilty about it." Walt smiled. "I wouldn't mind if he did it again."

"A shame, you're both missing out on the fun," I said. "No wonder you liked doing it with me last time, I damn near raped you."

"Yeah, it was awesome ... well I do have Jerry," Walt said.

Jerry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and now he gets these little rape fantasies, he wants to be tied up and shit. Sometimes it's cool." He laughed, "I even used my daddy's cuffs on him once."

I laughed. "OK, add rape to the list."

Walt grinned. "Oh, yeah ... please."

"Shower first, sex later," I said. Or we could start in the shower, I thought.

It was crowded, three bodies and three hard cocks meant little room to spare. Soap flew, shampoo drizzled ... it was all kind of fun. I made sure they both had clean butts, that included several inches up inside. Walt especially liked that part ... and so did I.

I pulled them out and handed out towels, Walt was already heated up and he pushed me down on the bed to take my cock in his mouth. Jerry stood at the foot of the bed and watched as I let him go on a bit and then pulled him off.

"OK, we have to share you know," I said.

"Yeah ... I wanna be fucked," Walt said.

"And I want to suck your cock," I said. "OK with you JJ?"

"Yeah, I see how this is gonna work, lets do it," Jerry agreed. I reached in my kit bag and handed him the bottle of lube and a couple of condom packs.

I got on the bed in a sixty-nine position with Walt and the boy raised his butt in the air for Jerry. Walt slid his cock in my mouth and I held his body up with my hands to keep him from ramming it down my throat. He began to lick my balls and tongue my cock; he wasn't in a hurry to get me off.

I looked up at Jerry as he stood at the foot of the bed and then bent over. Rather than do anything for Walt, he kissed my forehead and smiled at me. His fingers ran through my hair and scratched behind my ears, oh ... that felt so good. Finally he looked up and began to lick Walts' ass crack. I had a front row seat for his tongue action.

I pulled Walt's cock out of my mouth and licked his balls, tonguing my up to meet Jerry and we kissed. Walt pulled off my cock and stroked me a bit.

"Hey, where'd you guys go?" He complained.

Jerry snickered, my tongue still in his mouth and we both pulled away to laugh.

"I think Walt feels abandoned," I said.

"Yeah, we better give him what he needs," Jerry said. "Then we can play."

"Count on it," I replied.

I went back to Walt's cock and watched Jerry pry the boy's cheeks open and begin to tongue fuck the hell out of that hole. Walt jumped at the penetration and groaned, bringing my cock back into his mouth. I was surprised when Walt slid my cock in further and further ... he went all the way down to my pubes.

Lord, boys didn't just swallow eight inches that easy ... Walt had talent. But he eventually gagged and went back to working the top half. I had his cock all the way in the back of my throat and then pushed him up so my tongue could swirl around the head. Walt moaned with delight, was it me or Jerry's tongue he liked so much?

Jerry was tongue fucking the boy, his face buried between the crack and tight against Walt's butt. I watched him reach over for the lube and pop the cap. He slimed two fingers and brought then up beside his face, swapping fingers for his tongue. Jerry stood up as he plunged the digits right in far as he could go.

Walt bucked and groaned real hard, the vibrations making my cock throb. Oh, yeah ... that was real nice. I looked up at Jerry and he smiled, his stiff cock only inches away from my face. I wanted it before it got all slimy. I let go Walt's cock and tilted my head back, Jerry obliged by slapping his cock on my forehead and then pushing it down towards my mouth.

He turned his wrist over, fingers still buried in Walt's ass as he slid his cock in my open mouth. The conjunction of three bodies was too tight for a good suck but I got about half of it goin in and out. Jerry smiled and puckered his lips, giving me an air kiss. I tongued the head of his cock and he leaned his head back and moaned.

I couldn't work his cock long, the angle hurt my neck and just sucking the head of his cock would make him cum too soon. I pulled away and Jerry leaned down to kiss my mouth, I tasted Walt's musky scent on Jerry's tongue ... it excited me no end.

Jerry put a few drops of lube on Walt's hole, careful not to drip it in my eyes. His glistening cock loomed large in my sight and he pressed it closer, docking with the target and pressing down. Walt groaned ... those wonderful vibrations on my cock again, and Jerry slid into him.

The action seemed to slide into slow motion after that, it felt like we were at it for hours not minutes. My eyes watched Jerry penetrate, a long slow slide into the heat of Walt's body, filling his lower intestines with solid hard flesh. I felt every move Jerry made either through Walt's cock in my mouth or because his mouth was on mine.

That first deep slide was so sensual, so emotionally satisfying to watch, and Jerry knew I was watching. Walt's body shuddered as that cock reached depth, I could feel his muscles contract and loosen. The message made his cock swell and then relax, as if the blood didn't quite know where to go. I knew he couldn't get soft on me, but he might just explode.

Jerry's pubes were against Walt's ass and he paused, leaning down on the boy's back and yet not wishing to press Walt's crotch in my face. I felt Walt push up to support the weight on his back, his cock pulling up and almost out of my mouth. I had to raise my head to stay in contact, but then I had another object to play with now.

Jerry's balls were right there, almost resting on my forehead. Like the rest of his fifteen year old body they were almost hairless. I could see the beginnings of pubic growth, a few dark hairs here and there. The wrinkled sac of balls was tempting. I released Walt's cock and reached my head up, my tongue aimed at his scrotum.

Jerry chose that time to withdraw and I watched my target run away. Oh, this was gonna be a game was it? Jerry tilted his head to the side, looking down in my face and grinned ... he was playing with me. He lunged in and I leaned up, he withdrew ... Walt groaned, having no idea what was happening.

Maybe Walt figured I couldn't reach his cock, but he must have grabbed a pillow because Jerry was shoving it under my head. I was surprised they both understood the dynamics, these kids were experienced...and that was why I'd come back. Good sex was something to be sought after no matter what it took.

So now my head was higher, Jerry couldn't escape my tongue or my lips. He plunged in and let me lick his balls. That did it, he groaned with pleasure and I captured the prize in my mouth. Jerry ground his hips against Walt, unable to pull back and thrust, I had his balls firmly in my mouth. All three of us groaned in unison, it felt incredible.

But I released the soft sac of goodies and went back to Walt's cock. He seemed grateful and plunged my cock to the back of his throat. I don't know how he did it; I had a hard time with something that big. Oh yeah, the Kansas boy had tested my limits, he was hung just like me. I loved a good sexual challenge.

Jerry was working harder now, his balls slapping my forehead as he drove in. Each time he pulled back I looked up to see his face for that mere second of time. His tongue was out, captured between his teeth and lips as he focused on the activity. It looked so damn sexy, I really liked this boy. His body was so in tune, so concentrated on the feelings in his cock ... no, I could learn to love this boy.

The big L word crossed my mind, did I really love him? He just seemed so special right about then. It wasn't just the sex, he played life's game the way I did and I admired that. No, he was needy, affectionate and I felt something else. Something deep inside said he felt the same way towards me.

I had seen it in his eyes when that door opened, before Walt barged in and stole the focus. The look on Jerry's face, the silence of a glance fueled with emotions. I had failed to recognize what it was, but now I knew. Jerry wanted to be loved and love in return...it was all there.

He looked down at me right then and I saw it again ... and he smiled as if he understood that I knew. Maybe he saw something in my eyes ... Oh God. Walt chose that time to groan and squeal, he was on the edge of an orgasm. I didn't want to be distracted ... I wanted to stop everything and take Jerry in my arms.

I reached a hand upwards and Jerry grasped it, pulling my fingers to his face. That sweet adorable face and he kissed my fingers, smiling down at me. I felt Walt's cock expand in my mouth but my thoughts were not with him ... I was in awe of the boy standing above me.

Jerry took my fingers in his mouth and began to suck on them. It was then that I saw the tears rolling down his cheeks ... and Walt came. Almost mechanically I swallowed, my eyes never leaving Jerry's wet cheeks and my heart went out to him as my mouth filled with cum.

"Jesus ... ahhh, fuckin ... yeah," Walt yelped. And several things happened.

Jerry withdrew his cock and turned away. My head swiveled to follow him as the boy quickly strode to the bathroom and shut the door. Walt groaned and pulled his mouth off my cock, I had hardly noticed him sucking me these past few moments.

"What? Where did he go?" Walt asked.

I pushed the boy off me and he sprawled out on the bed. I sat up and looked at the bathroom door before turning back to Walt.

The boy grinned at me. "Oh yeah, that was a nice one."

I had a choice to make, something needed to be done and I felt bad about it. Jerry needed me, I needed him...but would Walt understand?

"Walt ... I need to talk to Jerry ... alone," I said.

His face fell but he nodded. And then with a moment of supreme wisdom and clarity he smiled. "He really needs you, Brian ... I know. It's been something I've felt since you left last time, Jerry changed after that night. I ... I think he's in love with you."

"Yeah ... you understand," I said.

"I'll go home; you need to be alone with him now. Just...aw hell, just don't hurt him, please?" Walt said.

"I could never hurt him, I feel guilty that you can't stay, Walt. You're the most amazing kid I ever met. Jerry must be very proud to have you as a friend."

Walt smiled and kissed my lips. He pulled back and nodded, getting up to put his clothes on. He sat down to pull on his sneakers and looked over at me.

"I don't know where this is going, come see me again, will ya?"

"Yes, Walt ... I wouldn't miss out on doing that."

Walt looked concerned; he had something else to say. "I probably shouldn't say this cause it's Jerry's business. But you need to know ... he's gonna run away with you tonight, I just know it."

I know the shock showed on my face, and Walt reached over and put a hand on my cheek. "He can't stay here, I know that. His daddy...well, his daddy drinks and he started slappin Jerry around. It's only gonna get worse. Jerry needs to get out. Nobody is gonna take on the sheriff even if they find out ... he can't be stopped."

Oh God, how could I do this? How could I take a boy away from his parents and not get caught? No way, this was all wrong even if Walt thought it needed to happen. I was speechless and Walt seemed to understand.

"Take him, Brian ... save him. You love him too, I see it. He's all I got here but you need to take him with you so he can have a good life."

Walt was crying now and I couldn't hold back either. The boy was telling me what to do; he knew better than anyone what life here was all about. He was willing to give up his best friend to make sure Jerry survived. I cried for him and for Jerry, and we embraced. Walt sobbed and then pulled away, running for the door and never looking back. He was gone, just as he hoped Jerry would be gone from here as well.

I wiped the tears from my face and stood up. I went to the bathroom door and opened it, not sure what I expected to see. But Jerry was laid out on the bathroom counter, his naked reflection in the mirror above and his feet in the sink. I walked over and looked down at his tear stained cheeks.

"I love you, Jerry...let's get out of here."


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