Date: Tue, 26 May 2015 17:40:30 -0300
From: Victor Lucas <boy-driver@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mt Pleasant High - Part 18

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MT. PLEASANT HIGH - SERIES

   The last chapter:
   "Could you run the important facts before I die here?"
   "Sure... Shawn is wanted for attempted murder."
   "Oh, shit."
   "Two counts."
   "Crap!"
   "The case is solid."
   "Ok... So, is he looking at death penalty?"

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PART 18 - TIME TO TALK, ANDREW PERRET

   "You wanna know if he might get capital punishment. The answer is no."
   "Really?"
   "Yes. In March 2005, the Supreme Court ruled in 'Roper v. Simmons' about
imposing capital punishment for crimes committed by people under 18. It is
now unconstitutional to do that. It was a 5-4 decision. Very tight."

   This subject was one that Richard Desbordes had a great time
researching. He researched also the possible time Shawn would spend in jail
if things went from bad to worse for him.

   "Mr. Desbordes, uh, so how did Shawn... Or Andrew, attempted those
murders?"

   Desbordes reached for the brief and started showing the facts.
   "It was a hit and run. Two young men, both 16, his colleagues in high
school. Apparently after a discussion, there was a fight, knives involved,
then Andrew got in his father's truck, went after them. He hit them on the
sidewalk."
   "His father's truck... Might this be the one he owns now?"
   "Certainly not. That one was sold weeks later to a farmer in Grenada,
Mississippi."
   "And those kids..."
   "I haven't got much on them, only newspapers. They're local jocks. One
of them broke both legs but now is fine and the other, well... The other is
a more complicated situation."
   "Why?"
   "When the truck hit him, he flew several feet away and hit the back of
his head in a curb."
   "Oh, man."
   "Yes. As we speak he is in a coma. The prognostic is not good. He can
either die at any moment or keep this condition for years and years."
   "Gee."
   "If the victim dies, Andrew's situation gets way more complicated."
   "You mean the jail time?"
   "Yes. As of now, he's probably looking at 20 years in the state
penitentiary."
   "Not juvie?"
   "He's gonna be tried as an adult."
   "Why?"
   "It's prosecution's discretion. Given the nature of the crime,
premeditation, cruelty, impossibility of defense and all, he chose to put
him to trial as an adult."
   "But then he fled the state?"
   "Sure, that's how it stands right now. And if the victim dies, life
behind bars is the limit."
   "Oh, fuck!"
   "Oh, fuck indeed, Josh."

   Richard had the obvious questions and the first one was if Josh was
willing to fold to the threat and give Lopez and Miles the money. The kid
didn't know. It was too much, want him to know any thing at this time. He
was still trying to digest the fact that Shawn, who was very sweet and
caring, and cute as thing, was now being portrayed as this killer, which in
fact he was, unless proven otherwise. Hell, Shawn could be a sociopath!
   "Mr. Desbordes, can ask your opinion?"
   "Sure."
   "What do you think I should do?"
   "Josh, as a journalist I have this flaw in me: I have this need to hear
the other side of the story before I jump to conclusions, do you understand
me? I cannot tell you this or that without hearing whatever Shawn or Andrew
has to say."
   "I see. That's what I'm thinking. Though I must confess I'm a little
afraid of him right now."
   "But you weren't before."
   "No, I was not. He was the new neighbor who became my friend in no
time. What did I have to fear about him?"
   "So, did it all change because of what's written in those papers?"
   "Of course it did."
   "Well. Try and see things through a different perspective. All the
information the police have is one side of the story, Andrew ran away
before having the chance to say his side of the story. Maybe those things
have a different angle to them."
   "Running over someone doesn't have many angles, Mr. Desbordes."
   "Maybe not, but no crime is committed without a reason. Not even if he
is indeed a sociopath."
   "So should I talk to him?
   "That's my opinion."
   "Ok, then."

   Richard and Josh parted ways but not before the reporter make high
number of recommendations, call him if he needed anything. That was the he
stressed over the most. Richard also stated he had an idea to help him send
away his problems with Miles and Lopez, but he would work it through prior
to saying anything.

   Josh walked back home holding the brief in his hand and still not
believing that Shawn could be something like that. But then again he didn't
know that Shawn was not Shawn in reality. That was just too messy.
   He entered home but didn't see Jordan around. He should be here by
now. Whatever, Jordan was of less importance right now, his primary goal
was to go through every single thing that was contained in the brief so
that when he actually talked to Shawn, he had all the facts pretty much
memorized. Mom was working. She always was, only a major event like that of
cleaning the house after a breaking in would have her out of the job, but
even that was not a full-day-off. The office wouldn't survive without her.
   When he was passing by Jordan's door, which was closed, he heard some
moans. Oh, wait. Is there anything wrong? Josh pictured his brother's body
slaughtered, with pieces spread all over his room but still with brain
activity, given he heard moans. He thought... He thought... Oh, shit! Maybe
Shawn knew what he was up to and killed Jordan as a revenge. Holy freaking
crap! He reached for the doorknob and slowly opened the door, trying hard
not to pass out by the sight of the carnage.
   "Oh, fuck!"
   Josh closed the door immediately and dropped the brief on the hall
floor.
   "Holy shit! Crap, crap, crap!"
   He tried to organize everything while raced upstairs to his room... That
was way too much for a single day.
   Josh was almost reaching the door to his room in the attic when Jordan
came wrapped in the bed sheets...
   "Josh! Please, let me explain..."
   "Oh, fuck, Jordan... There's nothing to explain..."
   "P-Please..."
   "Not, now, Jordan... You might as well go back there and finish what you
were doing."
   "Are you gonna tell mom and dad?"

   Josh stopped after he crossed the door and came back.

   "Why? Seriously? You think I'm that kinda guy?"
   "Oh... I dunno..."

   Josh left the brief in his nightstand and walked down. His brother was
pale in the middle of the stairway.
   "Ok, let's walk back to your room. I certainly have to talk to
you... And Aaron. I believe it's Aaron's butt that I saw in there, am I
right?"
   Jordan giggled before confirming it. It was Aaron's.
   "Ok. First, let me tell you. I am totally ok with that, all right? You
are a fine young man, very cute if you asked me. But then again, if you
asked me I would never say that. So enjoy, because it's an one-time-only
thing. Oh... What you were doing in there is pretty much normal... I
mean... You are the master of your own life and body, right?"
   "I... guess..."
   "So, I hope you know me better than snitch on you to mom and dad... We
do have to talk about this, but at another time. Seriously... Come to my
room, maybe later, and we'll talk. There are things I wanna talk to you
about this. But don't worry, I'm not mad or anything. Ok?"
   "O-kay." Jordan's skin color was coming back a little.
   The initial shock had passed and now Josh had to face Aaron, tell him
that everything was ok, he was not going to be the one who was going to
tell Mrs. Marshall that her son was on all fours having his ass
pounded. Definitely not.
   Josh opened the door, only to find Aaron wrapped in the sheets as well,
crying.
   "Aaron... Aaron, please, don't cry. There's nothing here to cry about,
ok?"
   "Hmmm..." The boy was too scared to say anything.
   "Listen to me. What you two do with your own body is absolutely nobody's
business, ok? Do you hear me?"
   "Ok..." Aaron managed to mumble.
   "Right. Now, Let's just forget I walked in on you both and pretend it
never happened, because it's what I'm gonna do. As far as I'm concerned I
didn't see you in the house."
   "Ok... Thank you..."
   "Don't mention, it."
   "And you Jordan. One big advice for you: LOCK THE DAMNED DOOR. It
could've been mom to walk in the room unannounced. That would be
devastating."
   "Ok, bro." Jordan smiled, still uncomfortable, but the thought of mom
walking in on him was terribly worse.

   After the door was locked Josh was proud of himself. He could write a
book on how parents should react when they figure out their sons are
gay. At the same time he was relieved that Jordan was just fucking his best
friend and not dismembered and disfigured covered in blood all over the
room.
   Seriously, how could I think Shawn would do such thing? Man, I really
have to take something to sleep. My mind is not really functional right
now.

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   Josh had watched way too many lawyer TV shows. He loved the short lived
"Shark" starred by the always awesome James Woods, he watched over and over
"Drop Dead Diva" with Brooke Elliot, not to mention "Law and Order", "How
to get away with murder", "The Firm" and others... It never hit him that he
might like to be a lawyer. Never once this thought occurred to him until
this day. He was reviewing every item in the brief Richard Desbordes
prepared for him and searching through Mississippi law. He figured the
prosecution was certainly trying to get a big case, big conviction. The guy
was looking for publicity and there was nothing like a big case to draw
media's attention and put the spotlight on the people's defender, the man
on the side of the People of the great State of Mississippi.
   Richard was right. Nothing in those papers contained not a single word
about Shawn's side of the story. He probably ran away right after the thing
occurred. But why? Running away is an admission of guilt. Isn't it? Josh
really wanted to believe Shawn was innocent, framed in a mysterious
conspiracy or something like that. He couldn't believe that a boy so sweet
could be capable of something this awful. If this hit and run was an
accident, something that happened on the street, it was one situation and
he should have stayed to deal with, but the way the facts were laid on
those newspapers and on the police official statements, it certainly looked
like Andrew Perret was a cold blooded criminal, a serial killer to say the
very least.
   A hit and run shouldn't be considered attempted murder. No way. It's so
unfair! The prosecution can argue whatever they wanted that it will fly in
court!

   Josh remembered something from the very first day when he met Shawn. He
had a pocket knife with him, and when Josh asked about it, he said he had
to defend himself quite a few times back in Mississippi. Things were
falling into place.

   Suddenly, the need of being in someone's arms hit Josh so hard. Shawn
was the designated person to that these days, since Matt betrayed his
friendship... But then again, "I don't feel mad at Matt anymore... I don't
know..." Josh spoke to himself, looking at the mirror. The sudden
realization of that was impressive, because Matt had become the last person
in the world Josh was willing to think about for quite some time now. When
compared to Shawn, now Matt seemed like an angel.
   Josh thought of Ayrton, he could be the one to hold him in his arms, but
that would require some sort of explaining. He remembered quite well the
day he was left devastated in front of Matt's house and Ayrton showed up,
he was good that day. Josh didn't want to show up in front of his door
seeking for comfort once again. Philip was an option too, though Philip was
not the kind of guy who hugs and cuddles. And need him for that would also
require some talking, which was not what Josh was willing to do right
now. He needed someone to hold him in his arms and ask nothing, just be
there for him. Oh, Josh, my boy... Every one needs that every now and then,
those who have found it are the ones you call "lucky bastards."

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   Night settled in and Josh emerged from his bed, where he had been
catching up on his reading of "The Last Juror", tried to get some sleep,
but he was unsuccessful on that. Jordan came up to his room and now that
annoying teenager behavior was gone. Josh could see now someone he could
understand, someone he could connect with somehow. How crazy is that? The
Davenports had two children, two boys, and they both seemed to be into
boys... This family is not getting grandchildren any time soon.
   "Wassup, Jordan?"
   "Mom and Dad are calling you downstairs."
   "Ok, I'll be going."
   "You know, Josh, I never thought you would ever be grounded."
   "Turns out I deserved it. I guess."
   "I know... That money thing?"
   "Do you know about that?"
   "Of course I do..."
   "How?"
   "I over heard mom and dad talking and I put two and two together. I must
say it: Until very recently you were just a boring dude who never did
anything wrong but now, man! You found a huge load of money, took it, hid
it in the house, got involved with really bad guys! Man, you're so my
hero..."

   Josh couldn't help but laugh at that. At least his brother looked up to
him.

   Family reunited at the dinner table and something was different. What
was it? Oh! Right! Mom had prepared the food. She didn't really prepare
anything, but she brought it home, ordered it and bought herself. She just
relied so much on Josh over the past years that she was compelled to
forgive him for his "minor" misconduct. She had already talked to dad about
that and convinced him that their son was a very smart kid and that he
learned his lesson, she brought up his past of "good behavior". Josh was
officially acquitted. Deep down, dad didn't want to have his kid grounded
anyway.
   Josh wouldn't be able to avoid the lecture by his father though, for
which Jordan was required to join too, as an attempt to prevent him to ever
to behaving that recklessly.
   Oh, if Dr. Davenport only knew the situation was still far from being
over, he would have his son grounded for good, at least the age of 65. And
the cardiologist had no idea his youngest was screwing the neighbor's kid
from across the street. Nor did he know that Josh, too, was much of a boy
lover himself. Great parents may have little knowledge about their kids'
lives.
   Jordan, to be fair, had all reason to be messed up after being caught
red handed by his brother but Josh's reaction reassured him and made him
confident enough get by this with flying colors. Aaron, on the other hand,
was not that good yet, and the younger lovers talked it over after dinner
on Skype, which was fun, given they lived across the street from each
other. Later, Jordan walked upstairs to the attic, better saying, Josh's
room.
   "Come on over, Jordan."
   "Some night, huh?"
   "Sorry you had to endure the lecture..."
   "It's ok, my lecture could've been worse, I suppose."
   "Don't get me started on that. Though I think mom and dad might actually
be supportive... Not so sure how supportive if they actually caught you on
the act."
   Jordan laughed. The brother was already in bed, sort of tucked under the
covers.
   "So, you wanted to talk to me."
   "Yes... I mean... It's more like we both talk. I wanna know about you,
we haven't been like BFFs and I'm your older brother, so I want to ensure
you that I'm here for you no matter what, ok?"
   Jordan sat on the bed.
   "I'm not sure what to say."
   "How about you start telling me when did it begin? I mean, you and
Aaron... What is that? Is that an ongoing thing, a one time experience?"
   "I'm not sure, man. We just like to have fun together and... Dunno... It
just happened."
   "And when did it begin to happen?"
   "Before that day we went to his grandma's house, remember?"
   "I do."
   "So, it was right before that."
   "Ok, then..."

   That coincided with the exact period when Jordan's behavior began to
improve. Josh was right, his brother having sex fun with the neighbor was
good for him, he got a better brother out of it.

   "So, you're not a virgin anymore, Jordan. I'm so proud of you."
   "Neither are you..."
   "Yeah."
   "So, you know all about me, things I never thought you would
know... Won't you tell me who's the girl you screwed."

   Oh, right. Josh knew that some day things would come to this, now his
brother wanted to know things and he didn't want to lie about it.

   "Actually, Jordan, it's not a girl." Josh said and just waited for the
reaction.
   "Oh, no shit! Really?"
   "Uhum."
   "Motherfucker! that's why you were so cool about it."
   "I guess it was."
   "So who's this, Josh? Matt? Shawn? You've been pretty close to the new
neighbor... Hell, you two even got this money together."
   "Yes, and yes..."
   "Damn you horny little bitch!"
   "Oh, watch it boy!"
   "Man, you're so lucky!"

   Josh could expect anything, but not this.

   "Come again?"
   "That's what I'm saying... Matt is hot, man, have you checked his ass?"
   There was no way Josh could say he didn't.
   "And Shawn? Maaaaaaan! You're so fucking lucky."

   Josh could handle pretty much anything but now having Jordan
transforming from a little brat to this horny kid who's having sex with the
boy across the street and making comments on the boys Josh has screwed. It
was a little too much.

   "Ok, Jordan, I don't know how to respond to that... I mean... I never
thought I'd hear you say Matt or Shawn was hot."
   "They are... Man, look at yourself... You're a hottie too!"
   Oh! Right... Now it was way too much information. Josh officially feared
his brother's lust right now.
   Talking to Jordan made Josh forget about his problems with Shawn or
Andrew and all the stuff that was consuming his mind.

   Jordan wouldn't go back to his room and Josh was really needing someone
to be with so he just asked if his brother wanted to sleep with him.

   The young kid spared no second and just climbed up in bed with the
older. They were just there, face to face, sharing the same pillow. The
closeness between the brothers was uncanny. Though Josh feared being
attacked, Jordan didn't cross the line of being close. Too close. They
slept in each others arms. Two brothers. Something a straight person would
never understand.

------

   Morning came to find a very cold Josh waiting for Shawn. The boy from
Mississippi had noticed that and still didn't know what all that was
about. Few words were exchanged until they picked Philip and after that,
the awkwardness gave place to the always fun stories the History teacher's
son had to tell.
   Josh spotted Matt alone nearby his locker and thought it was a good
moment to talk to his former friend.
   "Hey, Matt."
   "Josh."
   "Uh, I was thinking... Maybe we could talk."
   Matt was colder than the iceberg that put a premature end to the
Titanic.
   "Oh, about what?"
   "I don't know, just talk... You know? About us..."
   "Hmm... Let me see... No. I don't think we need to talk. You can talk to
Philip Wilker. You two seem to have a lot to talk about, don't you."

   Right. He was still mad at what he heard in that party. With no reason,
Josh was assured of that. Matt was the one that first took advantage of
Josh to approach Chad Campbell... Oh, what the hell! What were they?
Teenage girls?
   "Really, Matt? You... Don't... Wanna talk? I mean, we used to be
friends. Don't you remember."
   "Yes, I do remember. Then you pushed me away because of something you
think I did to hurt you and then, guess what? You did even worse."
   "I did what, now? Oh, come on! How dare you?"
   "See. I don't think we need to talk."

   Matt just walked away from him. Much like he did when Matt was standing
in the front lawn of Josh's house. Josh just walked away and now it was
retribution time.

   Josh was affected by Matt's reaction at his attempt to call a truce. The
whole day followed with that sad remark for him... He pushed Matt away and
now Matt didn't want to talk. Before acting, you should consider the
possible consequences of your acts, Josh. Learn that while you're young.
   When English Class came, Josh felt something awful, something he could
not describe, when he saw Matt and Paul Sardington engaged in talking and
smiling at each other... That bastard! Josh was indeed vulnerable because
of Matt turning him down and now he had to witness that... That... Oh,
shit! The only thing those two needed was really to get a room for
themselves!
   School today was a burden and Josh was happy when it was finally
over. Driving home from school meant that there were all new problems he
would have to deal with. It was time to face Shawn and make him face Andrew
Perret in the mirror. This issue would not see a tomorrow without being
brought up to the surface.

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   Josh dropped Philip and as he pulled over he asked Shawn.
   "Do you have anything special to do now, after school?"
   "No, I was just gonna stay at home, why?"
   "I thought we could go somewhere."
   "Ok, you're on the driving seat."
   "Fine."

   Josh was weird, that's what Shawn thought. He's been cold and suddenly
he wants to hang out.
   The nicest thing about Mount Pleasant is that there are a lot of places
where you can drive to and park under shady trees to have a nice talk
inside the car and do some nasty stuff as well. Josh drove a bunch of miles
northwest on a paved road and made a turn to a rural neighborhood his
father once took him fishing.
   "Ok, it's time we have a talk."
   Uh-oh. Shawn did not see that coming.
   "What about?"
   "Oh, we can start with you telling me what the hell happened in
Gulfport, Andrew Perret."
   "Oh, crap!"
   "Oh, crap, indeed."

   Shawn lowered his head and reached for his backpack that was on his
feet. He retrieved his pocket knife and Josh saw blood again in his mind.

   "Whoa-whoa! What are doing?"
   "I... I am hungry, I got an apple here."
   "What's with the knife?"
   "I was gonna cut it, so I could share with you."
   "I'm good. Now put that knife away! Better yet, hand it to me. Please."
   "W-what? Why?"
   "Just give me the damned knife, alright?"
   "Ok."

   Pretty stupid, huh, Josh? Driving this 'alleged' cold blooded killer to
a remote place so he could kill you and dump your body by the lake. Yeah,
yeah. Josh did think of that, now. Turns out there would be no killing
today, as Shawn handed him the pocket knife.

   "So, now, Andrew Perret, start talking."
   "How did you? I mean, why do you?"
   "For a guy who's been lying about pretty much every thing you're asking
quite a lot of questions, aren't you? You lied to me from the day we met,
now I just want you to tell me the truth."
   "I will, if you already know my name, I have to come clean with you, but
I need to know why this?"
   "Fine, I'll tell you. Those cops we took the money they were supposed to
be spending hired someone to follow me and deliver such a fine message."
   "The message being?"
   "Either I hand them the money or they will turn you in to the Police,
and you're going to be arrested and, in his words, you have a big chance to
be getting the needle. You know what that means, right?"
   "That's absurd. No minor can be sentenced to death penalty in the US as
of now."
   "Oh, you've been studying this, have you? So you DID really commit a
crime, didn't you? Tell me what is it, tell me what happened and why you
ran away with your dad here to Mount Pleasant."
   "Or what? Are you gonna just deliver my head in a silver plate to them?"
   "I don't... Plan to, but... I need to know who you really are,
dammit. Is that so hard to understand?"
   "I get it, but you're treating me like I am a killer, like you didn't
know me."
   "Oh, right. I know the sweet Shawn who's moved in few weeks back. That
guy I know, I like him. Hell, I even went to bed with him. More than once!
But this Andrew Perret I have no knowledge about him, or you, as it's the
case. And I want to know whatever he, in which case you, did and why did
you come here, changing names and all stuff."

   Shawn had been busted. No reason anymore to hide behind this facade of
Shawn Hunter. Andrew Perret had to emerge from the darkness where Shawn had
buried him. And he worked so hard to do that.

   "Can I eat my apple first? I mean, my tommy hurts and I... Well, you're
forcing me to relieve the hardest and darkest moments of my life..."
   "Suit yourself. Eat the apple and then you'll talk."

   Angry demanding Josh. He wanted it all. He felt like he was behaving
like those TV detectives, pressing the suspect against the wall, or in the
interrogating room, while his partner was just across the window, watching
everything. Josh had no partner so he was ready to play both good and bad
cops if he needed to. He knew the truth about the crime Shawn had
committed, so if he failed to mention the truth about it, he would know he
could not trust the guy. Josh had the upper hand and intended to use it.

------

   Jordan came home from school and his brother was not at home. He texted
Aaron an inviting "wanna come by?" And waited for the reply. He told his
buddy that the house was empty but it didn't matter anyway, they just had
to lock the door.
   Since Jordan discovered sex, he was horny pretty much all the time. Last
night while sleeping with his brother, he woke up in the middle of the
night and felt his brother's cock with his bare hands. He held to that big
piece of meat until it got hard in his hands, just hoping his brother
wouldn't wake up. He did not and Jordan enjoyed that moment very freaking
much. He even admitted to himself that was super weird, but why care? His
brother was gay anyway...
   Aaron came in a minute and while they walked upstairs, Jordan was
already grabbing that ass he secretly referred to as "mine".
   After the door was locked, Aaron threw himself over to Jordan and they
started kissing and groping. At first, Jordan was uncomfortable with the
kissing, which the thought was a gross thing to do with a boy, but after he
tried it for the first time, that absurd idea was replaced by hormones and
whenever they had the chance, he would just French the hell out of Aaron.
   Jordan loved Aaron sucking his cock and pretty soon he was begging for
it. Due to Jordan's habit of jerking off and shooting his load on his
underwear, his cock smelled and tasted like cock, pretty much. That sticky
smell was something that Aaron secretly loved. He also loved the way it
remained in his hand and fingers for hours later, regardless of how many
times he washed his hands. That young cock had that particular smell this
afternoon as well and Aaron pushed him over to the bed and sort of jumped
over the cock, engulfing it with great attitude. One thing that Aaron never
allowed Jordan to do was to cum in his mouth. Up his ass there was no
problem, he even liked it, but in his mouth, no deal.
   Up to date, Jordan had only been the top guy of this relationship. Aaron
didn't really want to be the top and he didn't even like Jordan sucking
him. Typical bottom dude, which is weird, but preferences are
preferences. That's the main reason Jordan was curious about Josh's cock,
at the point of grabbing it while the brother was asleep. He wanted more
out of it, he wanted to experience it all... Every time he took a shower,
he would finger himself and, gotta tell you, he appreciated the feeling
even more every time he tried it.
   Aaron worked on Jordan's cock pretty nice, he got the shaft all the way
in his mouth and, let's face it, Jordan being 14, his cock is not that real
big, he's still developing and he'll grow but, Aaron had nothing to
complain, given it was his first and only cock until now. Not to mention
that Aaron was pretty ashamed of his own size, being him on the below the
average for his age. Very very small, in all fairness.
   Few minutes into that blowjob, Aaron was ready to get his treat for
being a nice boy, he wanted cock up his ass. Jordan was still flat on the
bed and the boy from across the street just climbed over him, spit lubing
his waiting boy hole. Jordan's tool was already lubed from all that
blowing. Aaron was used to fingering himself real good, one two, sometimes
three fingers, so Jordan's thickness was bearable and he was comfortable
with that. He rode that boy good and hungrily, like he could die if he
didn't get his ass pounded and he craved to get his ass flooded by Jordan's
boy juice. Jordan loved being in that position, with his crazy boy riding
him hard. It took a bit longer than usual for Jordan to fulfill Aaron's
growing desire for cum but when he did, Aaron moaned like a girl which, in
fact, was not a big turn on. Anyway, his job was done. He was the big boy
who could fuck that ass whenever he wanted.

------

   "Ok, Josh, I'm gonna be crystal clear with you, if that's what you
want. But I must warn you though, it's not pretty. Actually it's dark and
scary so, if you don't wanna be friends with me after I tell you this, I
will totally understand."
   "Let's not think about that right now." Josh didn't think of not being
friends anymore. It was not an option since Shawn lived in the same street
where he lived.
   "So, back in Mississippi I am being accused of two attempted murders."
   "And?"
   "And what?"
   "And did you really attempt to commit murder?"
   "I guess I did."

   Oh, fuck! He didn't lie about the nature of the crime, good thing. But
he admitted it was intentional.

   "Did you really intend to commit murder?"
   "Yes, and I'd do it again, and again, and again, and again, and again."
   "Wow! You must really hate those people."
   "Yes, they are the cold blooded murderers!"
   "Oh, are they?"
   "Who did they kill?"
   "Daniel."

   It all came back to Josh's mind. When he played Elton John's song
"Daniel", Shawn started crying.

   "Who was Daniel?"
   "My boyfriend."
   "Your boyfriend?"
   "Yes... Remember that poem you found in that book?"
   "Of course."
   "He wrote that to me."
   "Very beautiful."
   "Yes, it is... He wrote that just days before those guys killed him, and
left him dead in a park, like some kind of animal..."
   "Oh, wait! You have to tell me this story in details, from the very
beginning."
   "I will."
   "Ok."
   "This can take a while."
   "I got time."

   "It all started when I was just a little kid, about six years old. I
lived with my mom and dad, mom was a housewife and dad was a
constructor..."

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End of chapter 18.
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