OK, it was his fault and he would pay for it. Not like he got a dozen speeding tickets a year, nothing that would jeopardize his CDL. It's just that Roby's Malibu was such a kick to drive and with the Florida plates he didn't think the local cops would pull him over.

Jerry sat beside him, scrunched over against the door on the passenger's side and trying not to laugh. Go ahead and laugh, Brian thought, get it out of your system, kiddo. The flat hat of the Florida Highway Patrol walked back up beside them and handed Brian his license and registration back.

"Not your car I see," the trooper said.

"My neighbors, she let me borrow it," Brian replied.

"Yes, I saw the adjoining addresses. So you borrow your neighbor's car and exceed the speed limit ... not very nice of you."

"No, officer ... I'm just in a hurry to get home. Roberta is pretty old, I get worried about her ... she's like a grandmother to me," Brian said.

The trooper smiled. "Yeah, suppose I understand. You don't have any outstanding tickets so I think I'll just let you slide on this one, OK? Just take it easy, you have a child in the car with you."

"Yes, sir ... and thanks."

"Have a good afternoon, sir," The trooper said, and he walked back to his vehicle.

"OK ... child, sit up straight," Brian laughed.

"Child ... my ass," Jerry growled.

Brian started the car and pulled carefully into traffic. The trooper followed for a while and took the next exit ramp. At least they didn't have to worry about cops any more; Jerry was in the clear now. No one was looking for him, his mother had seen to that.

One day a runaway, the next a free man ... life sure took some strange turns. And Brian smiled as he remembered ...

It had been a night of great pleasure, probably the horniest gathering that small Georgia crossroads had ever seen ... well, if anyone ever saw them, which they didn't ... Thank God.

Jerry's smile ... that's all they had been waiting for. "So ... how's this gonna work?" Jerry asked.

"I think before we're done everyone will be a lot closer," Brian said.

"I wanna get close to you," Walt said. "But I think John feels guilty, he took your money and it was a lie."

"Hmm, so John ... you owe me, huh?"

"Yes, Brian ... but I got something you can have in return," John said with a grin.

"OK, enough with the sexy talk," Jerry said. "Brian you can chose first, we're gonna be at this all night otherwise."

Walt leaned over, gave Jerry a big kiss, and found himself falling back on the bed with his former lover on top. Brian looked over at John and shrugged, the decision had been made for them.

It was when the boy came into his arms that Brian realized what a sexy little man John was. His first touch was tender and unhurried even though his cock was stiff as a board. The boy looked up into his face and Brian leaned down to kiss him. And that's when he realized how little experience John had.

That kiss was awkward and short; John wasn't sure how it all worked. Despite having been a receptacle for the sheriff's cock, John had never made love before. Brian didn't see the sheriff being anything but a user ... an abuser, much like he'd been towards Jerry. And because of that the boy didn't know what he was missing; love had never been a part of the sex in his life.

Brian wrapped his arms around John's waist and lifted the boy off his feet. He had a solid body, muscular and warm, but he didn't weigh much over a hundred twenty pounds. John clung to him as Brian lay the boy down on the bed beside Walt and Jerry. Tight quarters, but they were all here for the same reason.

And once again Brian lowered his face to John's, their lips meeting. This time Brian began to stroke John's face, his ears, his neck ... his fingers trailing down the boy's torso until he felt the flesh tremble with nervous passion.

The tip of his tongue brushed against John's lips and he felt the boy relax. John wanted this, he was ready, and Brian pushed his tongue into that warm wet mouth. John clutched at his head, grinding their lips together and lashing back with his own tongue. Yeah, now he got it.

Brian could hear the other two moaning and he wanted to hear John make some noise. His fingers sought those soft brown nipples on the boy's chest and he squeezed. John made a small noise in his throat and his fingers dug into Brian's scalp.

Brian pulled his lips away and went for John's arching neck. God, he could eat the boy, he tasted so good. His tongue slid up the hollow under John's chin and sought an earlobe. The scent was exquisite, the mix of sweat and boyhood like an aphrodisiac. Brian inhaled the smell and John shuddered.

Their bodies were close, side by side, and yet John had not done anything but clutch Brian's head. He wanted to feel John's body, the soft texture of that smooth tanned skin and the hardness that lay between his legs. Brian moved, rolling the boy on top. He grasped John's head and forced their lips back together ... this time John went right to it.

The press of the boy's hardness against his belly caused Brian to moan, such a hard young thing. He remembered what the thickness felt like in his mouth, not a long cock but amazing in girth for one so young. The shape had fascinated him too; it tapered from head to base, like a solid cone of flesh.

John was circumcised, and that gave his cock a look of power. But the boy just lay there, unsure what to do or how to bring further pleasure to his body. Brian ran his fingers down the boy's spine and grasped his butt. John spread his legs as if expecting Brian to shove his way in between them.

But instead Brian pulled the boy upwards, allowing their cocks to rub together ... and that got him a moan. John arched his back, and Brian found himself kissing the boy's chest, and then he tongued a nipple. The result was immediate, it hardened in his mouth. Slowly he nibbled down John's chest as he pulled the boy upwards, his hands in firm control of that hard muscular ass.

John leaned forward and placed his hands on the headboard of the bed, his back still arched, and Brian pulled the boy's cock right up into his mouth. He heard the gasp as he tongued the head, swirling around it and sucking on the tip. John reacted by bucking forward, trying to push further into the moist heat of Brian's mouth.

And Brian allowed John to press in, feeling the wedge fill his mouth and throat until it could go no further, his nose was pressed into John's pubic bush. And slowly the boy rocked back and forth, as if afraid that this new feeling might suddenly end if he did something wrong.

Brian didn't want the boy to orgasm like this; it would happen too soon if he allowed John to continue much longer. So he slid his hands under the boy and pushed John upwards yet again. That fat stubby cock slid out of his mouth and Brian mouthed the boy's balls. Another moan, he was on the right track.

But it was time to progress and so he slowly slid out from beneath the boy and turned over, pressing his face between John's ass cheeks. Immediately John spread his legs and Brian saw the sheriff's legacy. A dark looking bruise surrounded John's anal opening. The fucking bastard ... well, not anymore. Brian slid his tongue up the boy's crack and slowly licked the darkened flesh. Surprisingly John pushed back ... didn't it hurt? Brian didn't want to engage that darkened skin; maybe a cock session in there would be too much for the boy. But John pressed back still and Brian's tongue found its mark. And in return he got a deep groan of satisfaction.

John's anus opened, and spread wide before Brian's eyes. His tongue burrowed deep and the boy finally spoke.

"Fuck me ... go on, fuck me," John said, and it sounded like he really wanted it.

Brian leaned forward as John assumed the position doggy style, something he was used to. But that wasn't how it was gonna go; he needed to give John something better. He pulled the boy down flat on the mattress and rolled him over.

"Aren't you gonna fuck me?" John asked.

"Oh, I am so gonna do just that," Brian laughed, and he raised the boy's legs.

Damn. He'd forgotten the lube, but John looked more than ready to take him on just the way he was. Brian pressed himself against John's anus and stared down into the boy's eyes as he pushed foreword. It was like driving into a hot wet tunnel as he filled John's gut with his cock.

"Oh ... ah ... sweet," John groaned, and they commenced rocking the mattress.

He might not be all that tight, but John's ass was a wonderful ride. Brian smiled down on the boy as he tossed and shuddered. John might think that being raped was a turn on, but the passion he saw in those deep brown eyes said this was the real deal.

And Brian did his best to make sure John was the one who had the best of it, the deepest sensations of pleasure. And he pushed and withdrew for what seemed like forever before John started to buck. The boy was close to the edge, the feelings overwhelming ... and yet his cock hadn't been manipulated in the least.

It was one of those contact orgasms, Brian's cock and John's prostate did all the work. And when John finally came with a gust busting yell Brian felt like he had accomplished something.

Yeah, no little spurts this time, just a great burst of semen that splashed from John's chin down across his chest. He might be only fourteen but that had been a man's orgasm, a mighty effort by such young equipment. And Brian lay down on the boy as his own spurts filled John's ass, inspired by what he had just seen ... "Shit ... Hey Brian ... pay attention to the road," Jerry yelled.

Damn, he'd been daydreaming, a dangerous game at seventy miles an hour. Brian slowed down and crossed into the right lane. He had to snap out of it so he took the next exit, somewhere just south of St. Augustine.

"Sorry, Jerry ... I just need a soda or something," Brian said, pulling up to the first little convenience shop he could find. He turned off the engine and sat back with a sigh.

"You OK? I mean you were really out there," Jerry said.

"Yeah ... it's been a week, don't you agree?"

"Yeah ... stressful. But I am so glad ma made that decision, it means everything," Jerry said.

"Your mother is a fine lady," Brian said. "She didn't have to go along with any of this ... "

Yes, Mrs. Tubbs had turned out to be a reasonable woman ... even after getting over the shock of Jerry's new hairstyle.

"Lord have mercy, what have you gone and done boy?" She screamed, slapping a hand to her forehead.

"I cut it off, that's all," Jerry said. "I think it's cool."

"And who's this?" She asked, giving Brian the eye.

"Brian Stewart ... pleased to meet you, Mrs. Tubbs."

"Name doesn't tell me how you know my son, Mr. Stewart. The sheriff has been lookin all over for you JJ, you better explain yourself and this man."

"He's a trucker and I ... I hitched a ride with him after pa ... after pa beat me again." Jerry said.

"He did what? That worthless ... he doesn't beat you, you get spanked," She said.

"He beats me, ma ... with his fist. He does it behind your back; he doesn't want anyone to know."

"You seen him today? He didn't come home last night ... maybe he won't ever come back. I've been praying that he just up and leaves." Now she looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry Mr. Stewart; it's not polite to talk about our family problems in front of strangers."

"I met JJ last summer," Brian said. "My truck got stuck up at the crossroads; your son very politely helped me out."

She smiled. "Yeah, he's that kind of boy. JJ, take your bike down to the office and see if you can find your pa."

Jerry looked up at Brian and nodded. "He won't be comin back, ma ... he can't."

They had discussed this moment and Brian couldn't see how telling the woman would make things any better even if she deserved to know. But Jerry had finally insisted, he claimed she would only laugh ... and that's exactly what happened.

"What you mean ... where is he?" She asked.

"He's ... he's dead, ma. Shot himself dead," Jerry said.

Jerry's mother got this incredibly silly look on her face and she laughed. Not hysterical laughter, but laughed as if it was the best joke she'd ever heard.

"Shot ... shot himself?" She finally managed to ask.

They'd been standing on the front porch the whole time and now she looked up and down the street. "You two better come on in and explain all this," She said.

What amazed Brian was the fact that she didn't seem upset after hearing her husband was dead; in fact there was little feeling in the way she spoke. It was as if she'd expected the news to arrive on her doorstep someday, although it was now her son that had to do the explaining.

"Ma ... well you're not gonna like hearing this, ma."

"JJ, I've been waiting for someone to come through that door and say he was dead ever since he got elected ... I'm just sorry it had to be you. What happened?"

And Jerry told her, every stinking detail. Only a son could be that open with his mother, and Brian sat watching her reaction. For whatever conclusion she drew, he knew it would affect the relationship he had with Jerry forever. And to his credit the boy cried there at the end, not for his father but for the abuse he described ... the way his father was so cruel to John.

That her husband had raped a boy only made the woman mad, Brian could see it in her eyes. And when Jerry was done she looked grim indeed. "He ain't comin back, ma."

"Expect not, I'd shoot him myself if he did. Oh Lord, what a mess. You knew all about this, Mr. Stewart?"

"Yes ... Brian, please."

"Olivia ... don't know what last name I'll use now, certainly don't want to use that bastard's name." She looked with concern at Jerry and reached out for him. Brian felt a pang deep inside as the boy fell into his mother's arms.

"I knew this day would come, JJ. I just didn't want to see you get hurt by him, and now you have."

"I want to go live with Brian," Jerry said.

"You do? And why would he put up with ... oh."

Her eyes searched Brian's face and he gazed back at her, wondering at what point she had come to understand his feelings about Jerry. But he knew she did and the sigh she gave said it all.

"I've known for some time," she said, stroking Jerry's bald head as his face lay against her shoulder. "It's something only a mother could understand ... he's very special to me, Brian. I married too young, barely sixteen when I met that damn fool. But he was my way out and I discovered my mistake too late ... and then JJ came along."

She kissed the boy's cheek, and pulled his head up so she could look at his face. "He's got my father's eyes; I could never find it in me to disappoint him ... so I stayed in a bad marriage. But I knew he was special, as I guess you've discovered as well."

She smiled. "Do you love him, Brian?"

"I ... I love everything about him, Olivia ... he's my sunshine every morning."

She smiled then swatted Jerry's butt and he stood up. "Be right back," she said.

And she came back with a shoebox tucked under her arm and a photo album in her hands. She lay the box down and handed Jerry the album. "That's for you, JJ ... it's all about you."

The boy opened the cover and I saw photos of Jerry as a baby. The pages turned and he grew up in pictures, his face filling out and his body taking shape. But I noticed something, the sheriff wasn't in a single photo, it was as if he didn't exist.

"I want you to have that, JJ. If you're going to leave me then I need to make sure we have the same memories," She said.

"I can't take your book, ma."

"It's yours; I made it for you ... thought maybe you'd like to have it. And someday when you get the chance you can make your own book." She opened the shoebox and revealed dozens of photos. "This is your family; never forget where you came from ... and don't worry, he isn't in there."

Brian smiled up at her. "You know this will need to become official, I have to get him in school and ... "

"Everything is in that box ... vaccination records, birth certificate, everything you might need. You leave me your address and when I get to Atlanta I'll find me a lawyer to make it official. JJ will be sixteen next month; boy ought to be able to decide for himself where he wants to live at that age."

"I'll make sure you have a means to contact us whenever you want. I truck through Atlanta all the time, we'll come see you," Brian said.

"You do that," she said. "I suppose we better think about packin up some of your things, JJ. I suppose Brian is anxious to get you home ... been a hell of a day for all of us. Oh, one thing ... I better call the state police and call off that alert, they've been looking for you all over the place."

"Yeah, we know," Brian said. "Sorry about the haircut."

She laughed. "So that's what that was all about, I almost didn't recognize you myself."

"Brian? You think ma is OK?"

There, Brian had been drifting off again. Damn, well didn't get much sleep last night ...

"We just left there, sweetie, not three hours ago ... but you can call her if you want."

"No, I mean, she has all that responsibility now. Sell the house, close out the bank and move ... it's a lot of work I guess," Jerry said.

"I told her I'd bring the truck up and we could help her move, she'll call us when the time comes," Brian replied.

"I'm sorry I had to tell her like that, but she had to know," Jerry said.

"I agree. Sorry we even had to bring up John's name, he's part of your family too, and that must have hurt her."

"Yeah, ma says he's a third cousin and I'm not even sure what that means," Jerry said.

"Means you might have some Cherokee blood in you somewhere, not sure about the relationship," Brian said.

"So I fucked my cousin last night, that sounds weird," Jerry laughed.

"Everybody got fucked last night ... it was awesome," Brian said.

"I think John joined the club last night."

"What club?"

"Boys that love Brian club, I saw the way he looked at you," Jerry said.

"Im sorry ... " Brian began.

"No ... It's OK. I mean he and Walt can love you all they want, but I got you for real."

"Yes you do, sweetie ... you really do."

Jerry looked across the seat and smiled. "You know what we're gonna do when we get home, don't you?"

Brian sighed. "If I have the strength ... yeah I do."

"We'll make it work," Jerry laughed. "Hey, did you mean it when you told Walt and John they could come down for a visit over Christmas break?"

"Absolutely, they'll love the beach."

"Good, they can have the beach, I wanna love you."

Brian started the car and looked over at Jerry. "Come on, sweetie ... we have some unpacking to do and I'm sure Roby has dinner plans."

"Yeah, no telling what she'll cook up this time. Her roast was really good."

"So you don't like my cooking, huh?"

"Never said that, but she's got that special touch."

"Oh, after you two smoke up anything would taste good."

"Well, she offers it to me."

"Suppose you'd find some anyways."

"Yeah, maybe John could send us some."

"Oh great, drugs in the mail, that's a smart move ... not."

"Maybe that kid she buys from wants some good Georgia weed."

"Who ever said it was good?"

"John does."

"He didn't even know how to give a blow job until last night."

"Yeah, he's pretty good at that now."

"So I have a fan club now, that's cool."

"Don't let it go to your head ... either of them."

"We'll find out at Christmas I suppose."

And maybe we will ...

    A note from Chris
    My thanks to the readers who pushed me this far. From the response to this story it seems that the characters came alive for many of you, and that tells me I did my best. A character is but a name on the page until the reader has feelings for them and sees them in the mind's eye.
    As you see here I cannot close the door entirely, but I make no promises, other things place demands upon me, other stories languish as I finish this one. Thank you all for believing in me, it's the only payment I will ever accept.
    Chris James



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