Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2011 18:18:11 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 24 of Just LIke Scott by Hans Schreiber

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Just Like Scott

Chapter 24

Justice is Served

      The alarm blared for several minutes before Scott untangled himself
from his little brother and shut it off. He sat up and mentally shoved the
reality of his morning watering job at the Jenkins farm aside. Scott
twisted his neck left, then right in a quick jerking motion to crack it. He
expected to collect his pay for his first week's work, so there was no
option of skipping out on the watering, not that he would ever do that
anyway. He had a strong dose of responsibility that had been deeply
ingrained into him from his family life.

      He looked over at his little brother who had only momentarily stirred
from the alarm and then fallen back into a deep sleep. The white sheet was
draped just above his waist and Scott could make out the outline of his hip
bones and an obvious tent pole in between them. Birds chirped in the large
oak just outside their window. A pleasant morning breeze wafted in through
the window screen, carried on the day's first rays of light. He watched
with some fascination as his brother's youthful chest rose and fell with
each breath. He had large brown nipples like his own, and he could make out
each of his skinny ribs under his tan skin leading to a narrow waist and
the top lines of a pronounced "V" shape disappearing beneath the sheet. The
deep ridges funneled downward to the young boy's virile loins. Sammy must
have been having a pleasant dream because a satisfied smile was spread
across his face, showing off his pronounced dimples, and the little tent in
the sheet kept twitching. His slightly parted lips were full and red, and
his dark brown hair lay scattered haphazardly over his forehead. He was
just excruciatingly cute. Scott had been equally cute at that age and was
now morphing into handsome.

      Scott resisted the urge to peek under the tent and slid out of bed
carefully, so as not to disturb Sammy's dream. He walked naked to the
bathroom and primed his drain tube, filling the toilet with loud splatters
to empty his aching bladder. He stared at himself in the mirror and struck
a couple poses. He was a pretty handsome guy. Not as physically fit as
Mike, but still not bad. He smiled at himself and admired his own
dimples. They were less pronounced than Sammy's, but definitely visible
still. He took a step back and rose up onto his tip-toes to examine his
plump dick dangling from a trim, triangular patch of curly, brown pubes in
the mirror. His youthful dick hung long and thick and the outline of the
monster's head beneath its foreskin covered hood was enticingly
seductive. The little bit of skin that had once been long and "pinch-able"
like Sammy's, now just barely closed together at the tip of his large
head. His good sized balls dangled below his dick and they showed off by
rolling around a bit in their sac as he studied them. Scott liked his body
and was very comfortable in his skin. He didn't like how much his ears
stuck out, but his long, thick, wavy hair helped to hide that small
physical blemish. The thought of blemishes reminded him of the annoying red
blemishes on his forehead, but they did seem to be on the decline, so that
helped him feel better. He rubbed a finger across them and, though tender,
he concluded they were best left alone to heal.

      He pulled himself away from the mirror and headed back to his
room. On the way, he stopped and grabbed a clean pair of boxers for Sammy
and tossed them on the bed next to his sleeping brother. Sammy had since
rolled over onto his stomach, providing an entirely new view of his
enticing young body. He had pronounced shoulder blades divided by the
ridges of his spine that led downward to his nicely shaped ass draped with
the white bed sheet. His legs seemed disproportionately long to his upper
body and Scott wondered if Sammy might end up being taller than him. His
bare feet stuck out from the bottom of the sheet and Scott thought they
looked longer than he remembered his being at that age. He looked at them
up close and noticed they both shared the same little round nubs at the
ends of their toes which curled downward. They both had unusually long big
toes as well. Scott dressed and hurried down the stairs. He grabbed a
couple strawberry Pop-tarts and ate them cold, as he pedaled his bicycle
over to the Jenkins farm.

      After the morning watering, which went quicker than ever, Scott
changed into his riding gear and headed up onto the hill. He found Nick at
the track and they rode hard for a couple hours. It felt good, and with
each lap, it seemed like Scott went a little faster and learned a little
more about how to corner quickly and jump better. Riding cleared his mind
and settled him down. It was an interesting experience mixing fear,
challenge, and euphoria all into one. The adrenaline rushes he got while
riding rivaled his sexual experiences.

      Even though Nick could outride Scott, he was able to hold him off for
several laps before Nick was able to make a pass on him. It was a thrilling
time. Nick begged for a quickie blowjob, during a water break, but Scott
had to turn him down. He was determined to go celibate after the incredibly
erotic and somewhat confusing experience with Mike, in order to prove to
himself and to Tom that he could do it. He decided to not even mess around
with his little brother any more either. Nick was seriously disappointed.

      "I'll make you a deal," Nick suggested. "Let's have a race. I'll give
you a head start to the third jump before I take off. We'll do three
laps. If I win, you give me one of your amazing BJ's. If you win, I'll do
your watering job at old man Jenkins' farm for the rest of today."

      "Up the offer to cover the watering job both today and tomorrow and
I'll go for it." Scott's competitive nature overcame him.

      "Done," Nick immediately agreed. They pulled on their helmets,
buckled the straps, and set their goggles into place. Scott kicked his
Yamaha into action and revved the throttle.

      "Okay, Go!"

      Scott clicked it into gear and dumped the clutch. He sent a spray of
dirt and gravel flying at Nick who ducked his helmet to deflect it. As soon
as Scott launched from the third jump, Nick blasted onto the track. At the
end of the first lap, Nick had not made up enough time on Scott and started
to really press. Scott blasted into the largest, bermed corner on the track
and leaned into it lower than he had ever done before and flew around it
extremely fast. He stuck his inside leg out by the front wheel like he'd
seen pro racer, Ricky Carmichael do in the Supercross races on TV. It felt
good and a broad smile spread over his face. He stole a glance over his
shoulder and was pleased with how far back Nick still was.

      Nick went into the same big corner harder and faster than he had ever
done and nearly laid it over, but he managed to recover in time. Scott
slowed up for the double jump and took them one at a time. He was still
nervous about launching all the way from the first jump and clearing over
the second one. Nick, of course, cleared both of them at once and made up
significant time. By the end of the second lap, Scott was still ahead but
Nick was definitely closing on him. He pushed himself and concentrated
hard. "No mistakes, no mistakes" he chanted inside his head. Scott landed
off the third jump just as Nick reached its base. Scott could hear him
approaching and started to get nervous. The stomach juices were flowing and
he was tensing up. Tension is a dirt rider's enemy. "Gotta stay loose and
flowing. Stay loose," He thought. As he approached the double jump, he
realized he had to find the balls to take it or lose for sure. Scott's
self-preservationist instincts urged him to roll off the throttle and play
it safe, but then he said to himself, "I'm not gonna pussy out. I have to
take some chances in life to succeed. I can do it if he can do it!"

      Scott rolled the throttle back on and launched off the first jump's
ramp. His stomach churned in nervous anticipation of the landing. A small
bit of bile regurgitated into his mouth and burned his throat. It was
exhilarating how high and far he was flying. He was positioned up off the
seat, standing on the pegs with his chest up over the gas tank. He felt
like a professional rider in front of a stadium full of cheering fans. "AND
THE CROWD GOES WILD!" He barely cleared the lip of the second jump because
he had hesitated a little too long before rolling the throttle back on, but
he made it and landed safely. "Yeah!" he screamed out under his helmet in
the exultation of a nearly orgasmic rush. The speed of the landing,
however, left him a little unprepared for the following corner and he
couldn't make it. He lacked the experience to lay it over into the corner
at that speed. He ran off the track and had to slow down to get back onto
the track. Nick slipped by him and finished the race barely ahead of poor
Scott.

      Scott was unhappy that he'd lost but was still pleased with how well
he'd ridden, and he was especially pleased he'd found the balls to take the
double jump. They stopped and pulled off their helmets and Nick was smiling
ear to ear. When he opened his mouth to speak, Scott readied himself for a
gloating, victory speech.

      "Dude, that was effin awesome! You cleared the double jump! If you
hadn't missed that last corner, there's no way I could've passed
you. You're riding so bitchin'! I'm fuckin' impressed."

      Caught off guard by Nick's praise, Scott flashed his dimples and
responded after a minute, "Thanks. It was pretty fun racing like that. It
was so cool flying over the double. I felt like Ironman or something."

      "I know; I totally love how it feels to go big off a jump and to
blast cleanly through a big berm or effin fly over big whoops like they
don't even exist. But, even though you rode great, I did WIN and now I
wanna collect my prize."

      "Okay. You won fair and square, so whip that hairy little troll out
and let me get it over with." Scott winked and climbed off his Yamaha.

      Nick leaned his bike against Scott's, so neither one would fall over
and excitedly peeled his riding gloves off with his teeth. He quickly
unbuckled his bright red and dark blue, nylon riding pants and jerked them
down to his knees. That was as far as he could pull them down since they
were tucked inside his tall leather riding boots. He wore padded
compression shorts without a fly under the riding pants, and so he tugged
them down like a little kid getting ready to go pee. It caused his boner to
flip up as it cleared the elastic waistband making Scott giggle from the
whole sight. Nick waddled over and sat on a large rock, and Scott knelt
dutifully in front of him. Nick's boner was as hard and solid as the
boulder he was sitting on and the head was already really dark purple. He
looked like a kid waiting impatiently for an ice cream cone or some other
treat.

      Scott sucked Nick's stubby pud into his mouth and buried his face
into Nick's groin, taking every inch into his mouth. The smell of Nick's
sweaty meat was strong and filled Scott's senses. It wasn't necessarily
disturbing, but it was definitely strong and added some animalism to the
act. He used the tight muscles of his lips and the rapid tonguing action he
learned from his trumpet playing and quickly transported Nick to Fellatio
Nirvana. "Holy Shit! This beats the hell out of a kiss from the trophy
girl."

      Scott laughed and had to stop sucking. He returned to his duties and
quickly felt the recognizable tension build in Nick's body. Nick began
blowing out little puffs of air as Scott swirled his tongue around the
tender head. "Damn you're good at this. Too bad you can't bottle and sell
it, you'd be rich," Nick said. "You could call it Scott's Super Sucking
Sauce." Scott had to stop and laugh again. "Okay, no more jokes; I'll let
you concentrate on your job." Then Nick got a serious look on his face and
fell into a trance-like silence as the pending orgasm began swelling
up. "Suck it, dude. Oh my God! Suck that dick. Damn Scott, you're so effin
good at this. I swear when I get married, I'm taking you on my honeymoon,
so you can show my bride how to give a fuckin' BJ the right way. Oh yeah,
let it go on forever." The hot sun was beating down on them Nick and Scott
were both sweating like one of Mr. Jenkins' hogs. Scott reached up and
began rubbing his hands underneath Nick's red, Honda jersey all over his
sweaty chest.

      Suddenly, the erotic trance was disrupted by the sound of approaching
motorcycles. "Oh fuck, hurry up. Go faster, suck harder, I wanna fuckin'
cum before whoever that is gets here." Scott did as requested, not wanting
to get caught performing the act any more than Nick wanted to get caught
receiving it. The stomach juices started up again in fear of getting caught
in the forbidden act. The sound was growing closer. Nick's orgasm was
growing closer. The sound was just below the ridge. Scott licked wildly
just below Nick's ridge, and he suddenly exploded with a load of white, hot
fuel into Scott's oral receptacle. Scott continued his rapid sucking until
the last squirt was siphoned from Nick's fuel line. Scott swallowed the
last of his sticky emissions, jumped up, and ran over to the dirt bikes,
wiping his chin with his sleeve, just as Nick's brother and one of his
friends rode up.

      "What's that asshole doing? Jerking off or something?" Nick's brother
asked with a nod toward Nick, who was facing away and milking out the last
of the creamy ooze.

      "I'm taking a piss, asshole. So all you gay boys just stay over there
until I'm done." Nick forced himself to start a urine flow even though his
bladder barely had anything in it.

      "Like you got anything worth looking at," chided his brother. "It's
no wonder you can never get a second date. Once they see your little worm,
they move on."

      "Hey, it's not the size that matters, it's the fuckin' performance."
Nick pulled up his stretchy compression shorts and tucked himself in then
walked confidently back toward the group buckling his pants up. When he
mounted his dirt bike, Scott climbed onto his dirt bike also and pulled his
helmet on.

      "A couple more laps and I gotta head out of here," Scott said. His
heart was still racing from the close call of almost getting caught in the
act. "Nick, I know you don't owe me, but I really need a favor. Could you
do the afternoon watering today around 1:30 for me? I need to go somewhere
with Tom."

      "Sure dude, you can pay me back later."

      Scott rolled his eyes and said, "Great. Thanks." Scott started his
bike and took off, followed by the others. He hit the double jump each time
and cleared it easily with his new found confidence. He even figured out
how to brake right after the landing in order to make the next corner. He
pulled off the track after four laps and waved goodbye. Nick's brother rode
past and gave him a "thumbs up." Scott smiled and headed back to the farm
feeling really good about his ride.

      Tom and Scott got permission to take the old farm truck over to
Scott's house after Scott got back to the barnyard and changed out of his
riding gear. Sammy and his mom had already left for his Little League
baseball game at the park. Tom and Scott both quickly showered, separately,
and dressed in clean clothes, and then headed off to the college. They went
through the cafeteria line and got some lunch and waited by the door in
hopes of catching Jeff coming in to eat. Shortly after noon, Jeff walked in
and thankfully, he was alone. After he got his tray and settled in at a
table, Scott and Tom walked over and sat with him. The wooden chairs made
an almost ominous grinding sound on the linoleum floor as they pulled them
out.

      "What are you doing? Go away. You promised to leave me alone,
Tom. Dammit."

      "We have to talk to you. It has nothing to do with you and Tom,"
Scott explained.  Tom stayed silent and studied Jeff in his contemplative
manner.

      "Your friend, Devon, asked you to lie to the police for him last
week, didn't he?"

      Jeff pondered Scott's question with a furrowed brow. "I don't know;
why?" He took a long, dramatic swig of his Gatorade.

      "Do you know why he had you lie?"

      "I never said he did."

      "We can cut the crap, because we know he did. Do you know why?"

      Jeff shrugged. "It's your story, so why don't you tell me."

      "It's because he was at my house trying to rape my little
brother. He's a pedophile creep and he tricked Sammy into telling him where
we live, and then he stalked him on his bicycle until he got him home
alone. Luckily, though, Tom here showed up to return some money I loaned
him and prevented the attack from actually happening. Since you lied for
him, the police are letting him get away with it. If we don't stop him,
he'll hurt other little boys and he's threatened to harm Sammy for telling
on him."

      Jeff flashed with anger. "What a load of horse shit! You think you
can get Devon away from me with a bullshit story like that? Even if it was
true, and I don't believe it, I wouldn't go back to you Tom. It's over. I
can't believe you would stoop this low to try and get me back. Leave me the
fuck alone, or I'll get another restraining order against you."

      "Jeff, I don't want you back. I accept that it's over. You made that
really, really clear. That's not what this is about. Devon is a dangerous
guy. You have to help us stop him. He will hurt or maybe even kill some kid
if we don't. Please, it's not about us. It's about him."

      "Fuck off."

      Tom looked dejectedly at Scott and said, "Let's go. He's not the
person I used to love and thought I knew, I guess."

      Scott pushed the chair back, scraping the legs across the linoleum
again, and slowly stood. Before walking away, staring harshly at Jeff,
Scott said, "When he hurts some defenseless kid, and he will, you'll share
the blame."

      Scott and Tom left their trays behind and walked away
discouraged. Jeff stirred at his mashed potatoes and lumpy gravy. "Wait!"
he called out. "Come back."

      Scott and Tom wheeled around and hurried back to the table in hopeful
anticipation. Time stood still as Jeff looked at Scott and asked, "Did your
brother have a pair of yellow boxers with SpongeBob on the front of them?"

      "Yes, he did, but they got lost the day of the attack. Why?"

      Jeff took a deep, long sigh and stabbed his fork into the tough,
sinewy roast beef. "They're not lost. I walked in on Devon jacking off and
shooting his load into a pair of kid's boxers like that. He claimed they'd
gotten mixed up with his wash at the Laundromat and he was just using them
as a convenient cum rag before he tossed them away. It seemed unlikely
since he almost always takes his wash home for his mom to do. Later, I
found them stashed under his bed, soaked in his cum." Shaking his head
sadly he added, "I can't believe it. I've been sleeping with a pedophile."

      Scott and Tom went through the events of the attack and the
investigation and Tom filled him in on how he had been accused and arrested
for the crime after being the one to thwart it. Jeff was genuinely
sympathetic towards Tom. He agreed to tell the police the truth about the
time Devon got back to the dorm even if he got in trouble for lying
before. He explained that Devon had told him he'd been at an afternoon rave
party and there had been some underage drinking and sex going on there as a
means to convince him to lie to the police. Scott suggested his idea about
taking the pictures of Sammy to make absolutely sure Devon got nailed for
his crimes. Tom was against it still, but Jeff thought it was a good
idea. They followed Jeff back to his dorm room, and they checked under the
bed. Sure enough, behind some shoe boxes filled with music CD's were the
crusty, yellow boxers.  Jeff offered to give them to Tom and Scott, but
they declined. They felt it would be better if the police found them under
Devon's bed. They took Jeff's cell number and Devon's camera and headed
home satisfied they had Devon nailed for sure now.

      Scott sent Mike a text and asked him to meet them at Scott's house.
He arrived on his bike not long after Scott and Tom got there. Sammy and
his mom arrived shortly after Mike, and they all talked together about what
had happened and everyone was excited about Jeff being willing to
help. Mr. Johnson said he was expecting the detective to come by any time
to get the note Devon had left in Sammy's shoe and was pleased to have more
information to offer him. He was especially excited about the SpongeBob
development. Tom headed back to work; Scott and Mike took Sammy to Scott's
room and shut the door.

      Scott pulled the camera from his pocket and handed it to Mike. Mike
made some setting changes and checked the picture gallery on the small,
silver, Panasonic camera. He checked the last photos on the storage card
and was excited to see they were all taken prior to last Saturday, so these
new photos of Sammy wouldn't be out of sequence on the card. He scrolled
back further on the card, out of curiosity, and suddenly stopped. His mouth
gaped open. "Holy shit!" Mike exclaimed. "Look at this." Mike held the
camera for Sammy and Scott to see an image of Sammy and his friends in the
locker room changing. There were multiple pictures of all four young boys
in Mike's swim class dressing into their Speedos and their little dicks
were clearly visible in several of them. Mike kept scrolling backwards and
suddenly his mouth dropped open again. "No fucking way. That asshole!"
Slowly, Mike turned the camera and displayed a video of Mike himself, naked
in the showers. There were more, including a couple of Scott, and a bunch
of other guys they didn't know. "No wonder that asshole hung around in the
lockers all the time."

      "Okay Sammy," Scott began, "strip down and let's get this done."
Sammy smirked and pulled off his shirt and socks. He unbuckled his pants
and zipped them down and then pulled them off. He stood there in his blue
boxers. His athletic cup bulged out under the fly. Looking sad, he sighed
and grabbed the sides of his boxers and pulled them down and stepped free
of them. His cute ass was accentuated as it protruded from the straps of
his supporter.

      "Maybe we should take some shots of him like that since he had just
come from his game last week when it happened. That would make it look
realistic," Scott suggested.

      "Yeah, maybe so," Mike agreed.

      "But I told you, I got naked in the bathroom, not here. That would
let them know I was lying," Sammy objected.

      "Oh wow. You're right," Scott agreed. "We have to be really careful
we get this right." Then Scott said, "Hurry and pull your cup off so we can
get this done."

      Sammy hooked his fingers in the wide waistband of the supporter and
asked, "Do I really have to do this?" He looked miserable.

      "Yeah, you want to nail Devon, don't you?"

      "Well yeah."

      "Go on then. Get naked." Sammy shoved his supporter down and pulled
it off his feet, almost falling over in the process.  He was now naked and
reluctantly ready to get photographed. Scott suggested he should have a
boner.

      Sammy started pulling on it but it made no effort to stiffen
up. Scott knelt in front of him and helped him out by sucking on it. He was
struggling from nervousness. Scott laid out the lube on the floor next to a
pillow, just like the scene Sammy had described when Devon was there
attacking him. "Remember Sammy, tell the detective, when he comes, that you
just remembered Devon taking pictures of you," Scott coached.

      "Do we have to do this?" Sammy asked uncomfortably one more time as
he knelt down by the pillow.

      "You know what? I don't think we really need to add any more pictures
and take the risk of getting found out. I mean if we mess up somehow, it
could actually harm the case. The pictures Devon already took should do
it. Just the kind of thing a pervert like him would do," Mike stated. "I
hope he goes away for a long time." Scott just started to argue that they
needed to make absolutely sure when they were startled by a rap on the
door. Their dad called in that the detective was here and they should all
come into the living room. Sammy quickly scrambled under Scott's bed and
pulled the bottle of lube with him. Luckily, their dad left without even
opening the door. They all gave a huge sigh of relief. Sammy hurried and
dressed, and Mike shut the camera off and handed it back to Scott.

      They all headed into the living room and Scott felt sort of
conspicuous about the camera in his pocket. He kept thinking the detective
was staring at the bulge in his pants. He was used to having his other
bulge stared at and he had a kind of sense for when someone's eyes were
drifting there. The detective got the story from Sammy about Devon at the
ballpark, stopping him often for clarifying details. Sammy told him that
nobody on his team saw Devon put the note in his shoe. "He did it just like
the other one. He just hid it in my shoe," Sammy said.

      "Other what?" the detective asked.

      "The other note, the one he wrote in blood."

      Everyone now stared at Sammy. "What other note?" his father demanded.

      "I guess I forgot to tell you about that. He left me another note the
day he attacked me. I'll go get it." He ran off and returned quickly,
handing the note, written in blood, to the detective.

      "Why didn't you show us this before?" the detective asked sternly.

      Sammy shrugged and said sheepishly, "I guess I just forgot. I was so
scared."

      "Anything else you've left out?"

      "No sir. I don't think so."

      "I have something." Scott raised his hand.

      "Go ahead."

      "Well, Tom and I talked to his roommate, the one who lied for him
about what time he got home, and when he found out what Devon had tried to
do to Sammy, he agreed to tell the truth about what time he got
home. Here's the roommate's cell number; his name is Jeff. He also told us
that Devon has the missing pair of Sammy's SpongeBob boxers and he was
using them as a ..." Scott paused and looked around the room, then he
walked over to the detective and whispered in his ear "He's using them as a
cum rag."

      "This changes everything," the detective said a little
excited. "Excuse me while I go call this Jeff character."

      Scott, Sammy and the rest of the group were squirming in nervous
anticipation. The detective returned and said with a smile, "I think we
have a case I can really get behind now. Of course, it's going to require
that Sammy testify and it will get out to the news, so you have to be
prepared for some cruel attacks from people you don't even know and even
from some people you think are your friends. I just want to warn you, it
won't be easy once this hits the press."

      "Sammy," his father began, "are you willing to deal with the
criticism and teasing at school if we go through with this?"

      "Like what?" Sammy asked, unsure what they meant.

      "Well," said the detective, "like you most certainly will have some
idiot kids calling you gay or a fag because they don't get that you were
attacked and forced into the situation. They only hear what they want to
hear. Some will just shun you for no good reason. They'll say your parents
are bad parents for not watching over you and things like that. It could
get ugly, but if anyone bullies you or threatens to harm you, just let us
know and we'll pay them and their parents a visit."

      Sammy looked down and then back up with brave determination. "I don't
care. Tommy would never do that, and he's the only one I really care
about. I want to help stop Devon from hurting other kids."

      "All right then, it's a go." The detective told us that Jeff had not
only confirmed what we told him, he had agreed to wear a wire and try to
get a confession out of Devon. It seems Devon had gone home to Boise for
the day to get his laundry done and more importantly to beg some more money
off of daddy. The two were planning on eating out at Chapala's Mexican
Restaurant that very evening and that's where Jeff planned to wear the
wire." The detective continued, "We will be outside in the parking lot,
monitoring him, and we'll have an officer at a table right next to them. I
have the process already underway to get a search warrant for the dorm
room. Let's nail this bast..." He looked apologetically at Mrs. Johnson and
said, "Sorry ma'am, I mean to say, 'Let's nail this evil creep,' so he
can't do any more harm."

      As soon as the detective left, they all cheered and hugged. Everyone
praised Sammy for his bravery and then Mike and Scott excused
themselves. The two rode their bikes as fast as possible to the Jenkins
farm. Even though Mr. Jenkins didn't know exactly why they needed to talk
to Tom, he could tell from their animated actions that it was something
important. Before they took off, Mr. Jenkins handed him an envelope full of
his week's pay. Scott smiled with satisfaction. They found out where Tom
was working and Mr. Jenkins let them take the old truck out to find
him. Mike was seriously impressed with Scott's driving skills. Tom was
working with the other ranch hands cutting a crop of alfalfa.

      He was sweaty and covered with little hay leaves stuck to his arms
and neck and he looked pretty miserable. When he heard the news, though, he
cheered and leapt for joy. "Awesome! We got him." They explained their
problem with the camera and even showed him some of the locker room
pictures. That really pissed him off, but he explained there was no way he
could leave to take it back to Jeff's dorm right then. The job they were
doing was a three man job and he just couldn't leave. Mike and Scott
hurried back to the farmhouse and couldn't find Mr. Jenkins. Scott made a
crazy decision and said, "Hop in. Let's go."

      Mike looked at Scott puzzled by his tone of voice then jumped in the
cab of the old pickup. Scott pulled out and onto the highway and Mike about
freaked out. "You can't drive to the college in this. We'll get caught for
sure. You didn't even ask permission. Are you nuts?"

      "Probably, but I'm gonna try it. Desperate times call for desperate
measures."

      Mike was as nervous as a cat and almost crapped in his pants when
they passed a highway patrolman. Scott just looked straight ahead and acted
like it was nothing while he passed by. "Just act natural and they don't
suspect anything," Scott said grinning over at Mike, who was just slipping
back into an upright position.

      "Dude, you got some big balls. I just found a whole new level of
respect for you."

      Scott told Mike about the special, gearshift knob cover and Mike
rubbed it over and over looking for a seam or some indication it was
fake. Mike slipped his other hand into his shorts and felt up his own
scrotum to compare the softness of the two. Scott reached out and put his
hand over Mike's on top of the shift lever, squeezed it tenderly, and
smiled over at him. "Thanks for helping out. You're a great friend." Mike
smiled back, eyes moistening, and their souls engaged in a momentary
connection of silent communication.

      Scott slowed the truck and pulled into the Rec Center parking lot,
carefully parking in the far corner away from any other cars. The two young
men rushed off to Jeff's dorm room on a dead run and pounded on the
door. Jeff opened it and let them in. Scott fished the camera from his
pocket using just the strap and handed it to Jeff. Jeff turned it on and
looked over the pictures. "Shit, you guys screwed up. Your pictures didn't
get saved. These are the same pictures that were on it before." Mike told
him to look back a ways. Jeff's face drooped and he was shocked to see the
ones Devon had actually taken by himself in the locker room. There were
also a few of Jeff in there that Jeff didn't know existed, including a
video of him jacking off in their dorm room. "I hope none of this shit's on
the internet already," Jeff grumbled.

      The other boys definitely agreed with that. They looked at each other
wide eyed in horror at the concept. They hadn't even thought of that
possibility, but it could have happened for sure. Scott and Mike sincerely
thanked Jeff and wished him luck at dinner. Jeff was surprised and a little
uncomfortable that they knew about the dinner plans.

      "Dude, you better wipe off our fingerprints from the camera. It
wouldn't be odd that yours are on it, but ours would look suspicious," Mike
suggested.

      "Okay, you're right. How do I do that?"

      "Do you have like one of those Wet Wipe kind of things?"

      "Yeah, in my drawer."

      "Use that." Jeff pulled out a pack of them and wiped the camera all
over with it as the two boys left his dorm room.

      As Scott drove them back to the farm, he and Mike discussed how they
could be there to witness the arrest without being seen. They decided to
dress up in overalls with old farm hats they borrowed from Mr. Jenkins
pulled down low over their foreheads. They changed in the same shed where
Scott kept his riding clothes. When they pulled on the hats and looked at
each other, they cracked up. "It feels like Halloween or something." Mike
chuckled. They decided to get there really early and sit in a corner out of
sight.

      "I know. Is my neck red?" Scott asked.

      "I think I know why farm boys wear these things," Mike commented.

      "Why?"

      "It's really easy to just slip your hands in the sides and play with
your dick."

      The two of them thanked Mr. Jenkins and rode their bikes all the way
to the Chapala Mexican Restaurant on 12th Avenue. They got there really
early and sat in a booth in the far corner. The door greeter stared at them
and was more than happy to seat them as far away from the other patrons as
possible in the corner booth. They told the server they were waiting for
someone else to arrive and Mike sat on the side where he could watch the
entry way, but Scott couldn't see or be seen at all. Fewer of the people
involved in the upcoming sting would recognize Mike.

      "Shit dude, we're more obvious in these stupid outfits. We stick out
like a couple of hicks. Did you see the people staring at us as we walked
by," Mike asked. "What the hell were we thinking?"

      "I know. I winked and scratched my crotch at the ugly, lard-ass girl
we passed by and she quickly looked away," Scott said. "We should order
possum tacos or something."

      The waitress came several times wanting to take their order, but they
kept putting her off, just sipping on their sodas and munching on the chips
and salsa.

      "Hey Rufus, you hungry?" Mike asked.

      Scott chuckled and said, "Sure am Buford. I could eat one o' them
Mexican Chihuahuas."

      "Hell Rufus, them's little teeny dogs. That wouldn't fill up yer left
foot."

      "Well that's just fer an appytizer, Buford. Fer the main course I'm
gonna have me a burrito."

      "A burrito? That's not so big either, Rufus."

      "Not one of them little pansy things all rolled up in dough,
Buford. I'm talking about the kind of burrito we rode in here on."

      The two of them dropped their heads to the table, laughing
uncontrollably.

      "Dude people are looking, we gotta shut up. We're supposed to be
incognito."

      Finally, the cops arrived and took a table just beside the lobby
area. Mike recognized the detective that had been at Scott's house
earlier. Then, at last, Devon and Jeff came in smiling and joking
around. They were seated at the table next to the cops. Mike and Jeff
desperately wished they could hear the conversation.

      Jeff was a pretty good actor. He didn't appear to be too
nervous. Scott kept peering around the corner of the booth in excited
anticipation. The restaurant wasn't very full since it was still kind of
early for the dinner rush. Besides, in the summertime, they don't do as
much business. The waitress came again to their table and they both ordered
the Quesadilla special with a side order of Endless Killer Nachos. She was
happy they finally ordered.

      "Devon," Jeff began "I was gonna borrow your camera today, and I
started looking at some of the pictures you took on it."

      "You should ask first," Devon replied getting a bit upset with
Jeff. "That's private."

      "Yeah, sorry. But, anyway you took some interesting shots of young
boys in the locker room. I was kind of turned on by them. You had a shot of
the little kid in the swim class with the uncut dick and it looked like he
had a semi-boner going. It got me kind of worked up. Have you ever thought
about doing sex stuff with really young boys?"

      Devon stared at him for a long while and said with a shrug, "Maybe a
little. Have you?"

      "Not really, but seeing those pics, I kind of thought it might be
cool. I might try it if there were any really safe way to do it. You ever
messed around with a young kid before?"

      "Are you serious? You really got turned on by them?"

      "Oh yeah, totally! Weird, huh?"

      Devon leaned in close over the table and said, "You know that Sammy
kid that hangs around the Rec Center and who was in the steam room a few
times? Is he the one you're talking about on the camera?"

      "Yeah." Jeff leaned in and looked really fascinated.

      Devon grinned maliciously and said, "I made him suck me off in the
steam room once, and I jacked his little hairless dick a few times in there
too. And just ..." Devon looked around to make sure no one could hear him,
"Just last Saturday, when I told you I was at a rave, I was really over at
his house. I fucked his little ass right there on the floor of his
brother's bedroom. It was so tight and so fucking hot!" Devon exaggerated,
to his own demise, and he entirely left out the part of Tom interrupting
him.

      "Wow, you really fucked him? Was he okay with it?"

      "Hell no. He was fighting and squirming to get away, but that just
made it all the more hot. Then I just threatened him not to tell and if you
don't leave any evidence behind, it's easy. Besides, my old man's not gonna
let anything happen to me if the little turd-pouch did tell on me."

      "Wow," Jeff said leaning back and biting his lip. Tears stung at his
eyes. A waitress walked by and Devon grabbed her sleeve.

      "Hey, can we get some damn service here, please. We haven't got all
night."

      The two cops at the next table stood up and Mike motioned at Scott to
turn and watch. The cops approached the table and the detective asked "Are
you Devon Montoya?"

      Devon straightened up and looked at them puzzled. "Yes; why?"

      "I overheard you tell the waitress that you wanted some damn
service. I'm serving you with an arrest warrant for sexual crimes
perpetrated against a minor child. Stand up and turn around." The look of
shock and horror on his face as it drained of all color was absolutely
priceless. Mike and Scott would never forget it. The detective read him his
rights while he handcuffed him.

      "You son of a bitch. You set me up," Devon yelled at Jeff. Jeff just
sat in silence staring him down with an icy glare. Everyone in the
restaurant stared at the scene in shock. Forks stopped mid-air. Scott and
Mike high fived each other as the detective roughly dragged Devon out the
door, crying and cursing. Jeff pulled the wire off his chest and handed it
over to the remaining cop, who then left also. When they were all gone,
Scott and Mike walked over to Jeff's table and thanked him. He was really
sad and distraught and just shrugged.

      "You never really know someone. I had no idea he was such a creep,"
he mumbled. "I'm sorry for all this. Tell your little brother, I'm sorry
for him."

      "Yeah. I'm sorry for you too," Scott said. "You know, Tom really is
exactly who he says he is, and he still loves you, even after you kicked
him in the groin the other day. He loves you a lot actually. If you had
half a brain, you'd find him and apologize." Scott could hardly believe the
words were escaping his tongue. He wanted to grab them out of the air and
stuff them back into his foolish mouth.

      "I don't think I could do that after what I did to him with Devon in
the steam room. He'd never forgive me. How could he?"

      Jeff declined Mike and Scott's offer to join them at their table and
just sadly wandered out of the restaurant. Mike and Scott returned to their
booth and enjoyed a nice dinner together. The conversation between them was
easy and comfortable and full of humor.

      The Quesadilla's came with a cup full of black beans with a little
powdered cheese sprinkled over them, which Mike didn't really care
for. Scott, however, loved them. Scott kept eyeing them and finally asked,
"Hey Buford, are you gonna eat them beans?"

      "Nah, Rufus, help yourself." Mike took hold of the cup and handed
them to Scott, but they slipped from his hands and spilled across the
table. "Shit. Sorry."

      Scott started laughing and Mike joined him. "It's okay. Ten second
rule." Scott said scooping the stray beans back into the cup with his
spoon. "Uh-oh, here come the cops back to arrest you."

      Mike jerked his head up and looked at the entry way then looked back
at Scott puzzled. "What you talking about, Rufus?"

      "Well you saw what happened to Devon after he spilled the beans,
didn't you?"  That kicked off another fit of laughter. Scott couldn't
remember when the last time was he felt this happy and comfortable. It was
so nice to have Mike back like it always used to be.

      After polishing off their fourth plate of Killer Nachos, Mike stood
up and slipped into the other side of the booth. "You know Rufus, what you
said to Jeff was really incredible. That took a lot of courage for you to
say since I know how you feel about Tom." Mike looked around to be sure no
one could see them, leaned in, pressed and held his quivering lips tenderly
against Scott's.

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      I hope you have enjoyed this chapter as much as I have enjoyed
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