Date: Sat, 6 Sep 2003 11:36:13 EDT
From: Bentedcol@aol.com
Subject: Last Resort Chapter 14

This story contains sex between young boys. If this kind of material
offends you, or if you live in an area where it is illegal to read, or you
are a minor yourself, please read no further. This story is completely
fiction and no characters are real. And as always, this story is
copyrighted. Enjoy the reading!!!


The Last Resort
Chapter 14


	The back yard of the Boomer's house was filled with conversation,
smoke from the grill, screams and laughter of children, and the splashing
of water from the swimming pool. Mr. Boomer was busing sweating behind the
grill as he flipped hamburgers and tried to keep the hot dogs from falling
through the grate and into the hot coals. Mrs. Boomer was busy greeting
people and thanking them for bringing a side dish or desert. This was
indeed going to be a great picnic.
	Lloyd Dunstin continued to watch the boys with interest. Billy new
he had to have something to do with all the deaths of those boys from the
past. But why? Why would anyone want to kill another human being?
	Mrs. Abercrombie turned to see what Lloyd Dunstin was looking at. A
big grin form and she waved her white glove covered hand. She adjusted her
floppy purple hat with lilacs on them and motioned for Billy to come over
to her.
	"Hello young man. How's your report coming?"
	"I almost have things wrapped up," said Billy not losing eye
contact with Old Man Dunstin. "I just need to fill in some gaps and its
finished."
	"You know young man, this here is Mr. Dunstin. He use to live in
the Manor. It was family that built before the civil war."
	"Yeah, I found that out in my research."
	"You know Lloyd, this young man here is doing a school paper on the
Dunstin Manor."
	"Is that so," snapped Lloyd, finally breaking eye contact.
	"Yes, he came in the library a few days ago to begin his
project. You remember, you were there that day. It was when you were being
stubborn and took your cane to get a book off of a high shelf instead of
asking for help. Then a shelf full of books tumbled on you and your son. He
was so mad at you "
	"I remember that day, women. Now I got more important matter to
attend to instead of sitting hear and list you blab about what you heard at
the hairdressers." Old Man Dunstin spun his wheel chair around and pushed
the little lever to cause him to roll away.
	"Honestly, that old coot. I known him for my entire life and he
never had a nice bone in him."
	"Mrs. Abercrombie?"
	"Yes dear?"
	"Can I ask you something?"
	"Sure, what?"
	Billy took a deep breath. "Tell me about Jeremy."
	The warm smile that covered her wrinkled tired face vanished as her
cheeks when pale. She put her hand over her purple, fuchsia and white
floral dress, just over her heart. She took two steps backwards and sat
down in an empty lawn chair.
	"My Jeremy," she said solemnly.
	"I'm sorry, I can see I brought you pain."
	"No, no young man. It's just when a mother loses a son, she loses a
part of herself too. You see, a mother never gets over the lost of a child,
she just learns to live with it." Small beads of tears started to form in
her blue eyes.
	"May I ask what happened?"
	"Jeremy was a good boy. He was just different. I knew he was
different since he was learning how to walk. He always played with the girl
when he was in elementary. People thought he was just trying to be a lady's
man, but I knew why he did that. It was like he was flocking to his
own. When he got older, I noticed he would blush if another boy paid
attention to him. Unfortunately, my poor Jeremy never fit in with the local
boys here. They would tease him and make fun of him. They use to call him
Queer Bait. Kids could be so nasty and cruel. Then the Alexander's opened
the Inn. He was 14 at the time. He went there by himself to check it
out. Rode his bike there. Mrs. Alexander saw him and took a liking to
him. She had a young boy, about 3 or 4."
	"The one who died in the stable?"
	"Yes, Kyle I believe was his name. Kyle took attached himself to
Jeremy. He use to follow him where ever he went. Mrs. Alexander use to
laugh, saying that Kyle listened better to Jeremy then her. Then the first
summer they were opened, a family from New York came down. Jeremy met
another boy, Matthew. The two of them hit it right off. They use to write
to each other when Matthew was back in New York over winter, but every
summer they would come back here and Jeremy would spend most of his time at
the Manor..." Then her voice got really low and somber. A tear would escape
her eye and run down over the crevices and wrinkles of her face. "Then the
two boys were in the boat house. They managed to get themselves some beer
from the Manor's bar. They went to the boat house and according to the
Sheriff's report, the boys been smoking and a lighted cigarette butt was
flicked by the gasoline can that were in there. Before the boys could do
anything, the gasoline exploded and.." She broke off from her
thought. "You're not going to put that in your report, are you?"
	"No Ma'am," replied Billy. His heart went out to her. He could tell
she loved her son with her heart, despite of his nature. He wished he could
tell her that Jeremy was murdered by Lloyd Dunstin, but he had no proof,
other then the dreams that Ozone had, but they wouldn't hold up in court.
	"You know young man, I don't think you ever told me your name."
	"Billy."
	"Well, Billy. It's been nice talking to you. But this old lady has
to use the necessary room. But I tell you what. Maybe you if you can get
past the raw hide personality of Lloyd Dunstin, you can ask him some
questions about the Manor. You know, back when the Alexander's owned it, he
was the caretaker for them. It must have been hard for him taking care of
the yard that he once owned himself. Anyway, I must go otherwise we will
have a mess here. Stop in the library to see me sometime." She smiled and
shook Billy's hand and then disappeared into the house.
	As soon as she left Billy, Jason, Ozone, Dizzy, Boomer, and Andrew
came racing over to him. They were very anxious to find out what was said.
	"Billy, what did you guys talk about?" asked Boomer.
	"Guys, you won't believe this. She told me that Old Man Dunstin was
the caretaker during the time the Alexander's owned the Inn."
	"That's it. He has to be the killer," said Andrew.
	Billy looked over to the other side of the pool and saw Old Man
Dunstin playing cards. Playing cards with him, was the same man that Billy
saw the first day playing chess with him. Mr. Dunstin, the middle age man
who delivered the wire too, was there playing cards too. Two other old men
were with them, but Billy never saw them before.
	"Boomer, who's playing cards with Old Man Dunstin?" asked Billy.
	"Sitting to the right of him, is Martin Cranbell and next to him is
Kerbie Firbottom. And you know Old Man Dunstin's grandson, Gary. He
delivers the supplies to the Manor.
	"Grandson? I thought that was his son,"
	"No, the guy on Old Man Dunstin's left is his son, Carl. There are
four generations of them alive here. Car's son, Pete is somewhere
here. Probably with his expecting wife."
	"Guys, I have an idea," said Ozone.
	"What's that?"
	"Since Old Man Dunstin is here, it is the perfect time to go to
their house and to see if they have Cody's journal."
	"Yeah, let's go," said Boomer.
	The six boys sneaked away from the picnic and scurried down the
street. They came to the small house that was sitting on one of the main
streets in town. The bottom portion of the house was a shop, and the upper
portion was a little two bedroom apartment. The boys tried the front and
the back door, but it was locked.
	"Look, that basement window is open," pointed out Andrew.
	The boys carefully climbed into the dark damp basement. They walked
up the old, rickety stair case and into the back of the shop. Billy walked
into a room that had a small bed in it. He figured that this is where Old
Man Dunstin slept. There was a bedpan near the bed. While Billy looked in
the small bedroom downstairs, the other boys went up stairs to search up
there.
	"Guys, I found something," yelled Boomer.
	Billy ran up stairs and saw everyone standing around a small fire
place. Boomer pulled out a corner of a piece of burned paper. It read:

Cody Wi.  14 Ju

	It was all they could make out. The rest of it was burned to ask.
	"He burned it," said Boomer. "He had to get rid of the evidence."
	"We have to find more evidence. This would never stand up in
court," said Andrew.
	The hairs on the back of Ozone's neck stood up. That strange
feeling he had a few days ago, of someone watching, returned. He quickly
scanned the room, but no one, other then his friends, were in there. Chills
raced up and down his body. He new he was being watched. He walked over to
the window and peaked outside. On the other side of the street waiting to
cross was Carl Dunstin, pushing his father in the wheelchair.
	"Shit, guys we got company!!!"
	The boys quickly ran back down stairs and into the basement to
climb out the window. Billy reached the bottom of the staircase in the shop
and he heard voices coming in from the front. He couldn't reach the
basement door in time, so he quickly scooted under the bed in the bedroom
downstairs. As he laid there, he could see that the burned corner of Cody's
journal was dropped at the bottom of the staircase.
	"Help me out of this thing," snapped Old Man Dunstin.
	Billy heard Old Man Dunstin grunt. He couldn't see what was
happening, but he watched with eagerness. His heart was pounding a mile a
minute and he hoped it wouldn't give away his location.
	He stopped breathing when he saw a pair of old man shoes walk
towards the stairs. He saw an old wrinkled hand reach down and picked up
the piece of paper. "Humph," Then the shoes walked up the stairs. A second
pair of shoes walked into the bedroom. Billy's heart stopped as someone sat
on the bed he was hiding under. The legs were lift up onto the bed. Billy
waited for what seemed liked ages. He began to hear a light snore. He was a
sleep. He quickly sneaked out, not looking behind him and ran out of the
bedroom. He crashed into the empty wheelchair.
	"Who's there?" yelled a tired voice from the bedroom.
	Billy unlocked the back door and ran out into the ally. His friends
saw him and were relieved that he was alright. Billy looked up at the house
and he saw the curtain drift closed. Someone saw him.
	The boys went back to the picnic and devoured some burgers and
dogs. They went swimming and played a game of volley ball. They were
enjoying being boys that afternoon.
	By the time dusk came, only a few families remained at the
Boomer's. The picnic was a success and in a couple of hours, the town's
people would gather at the park to see the Volunteer Fire Department's
annual firework display.
	The six boys were by themselves in Boomer's room. They were tired
and their bellies were filled by the food they ate all day. Boomer got up
and went over to his pillow and pulled out an old crusty sock. Jason smiled
and looked at Billy. Billy laughed, remembering the first night him and
Jason met.
	"Guys, this is Cody's cum sock."
	"Cody's? How did you get it?" asked Jason.
	"Mrs. Wilder gave us some ice cream this morning for the
picnic. They were suppose to come, but they weren't quite ready for
something like this. Anyway, mom and I went over to the ice cream parlor to
pick it up. While Mrs. Wilder and my mom had tea, I sneaked into Cody's
room. I found his cum sock. So I took it."
	"You went into his room?" asked Dizzy.
	"Yeah, it was just like it was when I said good bye to him. I don't
think his parents went in there since."
	"Why did you want to take his cum sock?" asked Ozone.
	"I have an idea."
	The boys listened and they all agreed to do it. The boys heard
their call to come down and go to the park to watch the fireworks. They
went down and walked along the streets together. When no one else was
looking, they took a detour and went to the cemetery.
	"This gives me the creeps," said Dizzy.
	"I hate cemeteries during the day, let alone the night," said
Andrew.
	The boys came to the spot where Cody had been sleeping the past
week. The ground was still freshly dug. Dying flowers over the tossed soil
and a temporary grave stone marked the spot.
	All the boys were in silence. Boomer bent down dup a little over
the grave. He pulled his pants down and starting playing with himself. The
other boys followed suit. The sky was filled with red, blue, white and
orange colors. Sounds of booms and pops echoed through the still air.
	Boomer tighten up his buck cheeks and shot his load into the
hole. Dizzy started to moan. Seeing Boomer do this sent him over the edge
and he shot his load into the hole. With a loud crack from a fire work,
Billy ejaculated into the hole. Jason and Andrew shot at the same time,
their squirts hitting each other in the hole. Ozone rounded it out and shot
his load.
	Boomer pulled the crusty old sock out of his pants pocket and
placed it over the puddle of cum. "This is the final seal for Cody
Wilder. All those who came before him are bounded to him and will render
his spirit with respect, loyalty, and brotherhood love. We will hold his
spirit and memory close to our hearts and although we can never off him
physical protection, we will protect his spirit, his honor, and his
memories." Boomer then took his hand off of the sock and kissed his fingers
and brushed a little dirt over the sock. Billy kissed his fingers and added
some more dirt. Each boy did this and by the time the last boy finished up,
the whole was completely covered. Boomer then took a dying rose and placed
it over the hole. The six boys left the cemetery in silence.
	The boys made it back to the park, just in time to watch the grand
finale. Afterwards, all the boys headed back to Boomer's house. They
retired to his bedroom where they just talked small talk and how they were
disappointed that Andrew would be leaving them on Monday.
	Because it was a holiday weekend, none of the kids had to work on
Saturday, the day after the 4th. The six boys woke up and sprung to
life. They all had woke up earlier that night, to avoid nightmares, but
other then that, they all slept good.
	Boomer, Dizzy and Ozone got their bikes out and managed to get some
spare ones for Andrew, Jason and Billy. They decided to ride their bikes to
the Manor. They new that all the adults would be gone for the day, because
they went into the next county to get some materials for the repairs. As
they road out of town, they passed Dunstin's shop and saw Old Man Dunstin
and his sun sitting in the big glass window playing Chess.
	By the time they reached the Manor, they were hot and sweaty. But
storm clouds were rolling in quickly. A big storm was brewing. They ran up
the porch and saw a note on the door.

Bob, I have some papers from the Judge you need to sign. I will Bring them
by later today.  -Deputy Kane

	Jason reached in his pocket and pulled out his key. He unlocked the
door and they went in. The boys just hung around and enjoyed the
quietness. Soon, Jason had fallen asleep.
	Boomer and Andrew went into a room. They closed the door and smiled
at each other.
	"You think you will ever come back?" asked Boomer.
	"I hope so. It's funny though. When I first got here, all I wanted
to do was leave, but now that I am leaving, I want to stay."
	Boomer laughed and then walked over to Andrew. He lifted Andrew's
arms and then proceeded to pull off Andrew's shirt. Boomer began kissing
and nibbling at Andrew's hardening nipples. Boomer felt the strain in his
pants. He undid the button and zipper to let some of the pressure to be
released.
	Andrew pulled Boomer's head up and gave him a big kiss as he pulled
off Boomer's shirt. Their arms wrapped around each other's bare
backs. Boomer's hands strolled down to Andrew' crotch and rubbed it. It was
nice and hard. He undid his pants and pulled them down, exposing Andrew's
boyhood. Then Boomer took of his own pants.
	The two boys laid down next to each other. Andrew twisted around
and took hold of Boomer's hard tool. He stuck out his tongue and licked the
precum that was already seeping out. He felt a warm tongue on his swollen
cock then. Andrew proceeded to engulf Boomer' cock. It seemed what ever
Andrew did to Boomer; Boomer did it to Andrew in return.
	Each boy started to thrust their hips as they continued to suck and
make slurping noises. Boomer pushed his hard cock deep into Andrew's throat
and let it erupt, sending a couple of squirts and plenty of dribble down
Andrew's throat. Tasting Boomer's boy seed sent him over the edge and he
shot his load deep into the throat of Boomer. Boomer sucked Andrew's cock
dry and then left out a small burp.
	Boomer sat up and saw a small dribble of himself leaking out of the
corner of Andrew's mouth. Boomer doggy kissed it and then turned it into a
passionate kiss with Andrew. They then laid back down naked next to each,
and cuddling with each other and just lost in each other thoughts.
	Dizzy, Ozone and Billy went upstairs. Ozone had to stop in front of
the large mirror and expose himself. He measured himself up, looking at his
profile, holding his cock up and just eyeing his own body. Once he was
done, he followed Billy and Dizzy to Billy's room.
	"You guys ever do a three?" asked Billy.
	"A three way 69?" asked Dizzy.
	"No, I mean like someone is being fucked in the ass as he is
fucking someone else."
	"No, can't say we have," replied Ozone.
	"Wanna try?"
	"Sure, but who will be in the middle?" asked Dizzy.
	"If it's alright with you guys, I like to fuck you Ozone, while
Dizzy fucks me."
	"That's cool," replied the two boys.
	The three boys stripped completely and lined up on all fours,
facing each other butts. Ozone was in lead, with Billy in the middle and
Dizzy rounded it out at the end. Billy began licking and fingering Ozone's
crack. It was a strange sensation for Billy. As he placed his finger into
Ozone, he felt Dizzy's finger enter him. It was almost like he was
fingering himself. Billy reached around and took some precum from Ozone's
dick as well as his own and used the mixture to lubricate Ozone's
hole. Dizzy was tongue fucking by this time, getting Billy all nice and wet
down there.
	"Ready to do this? I want to enter the same time," said Billy.
	The boys got into position. Billy placed the tip of his dick on the
anal entrance to Ozone. He felt Dizzy's dick starting to enter him. Billy
began to slide his cock into Ozone. He closed his eyes as Dizzy slowly slid
is cock in him. This was a strange feeling. Just the thought of doing this,
let alone actually doing it, was really turning Billy on. He began to pump
slowly in and out of Ozone. Dizzy timed it so when Billy pumped out, he
pumped in. Ozone was letting out some gasps, as he felt Billy plunge in
him. Billy was having a hard time holding his climax. This was one of the
best feelings he had ever had and he wasn't sure how long he was going to
last. Dizzy began to moan and thrust hard and fast. Billy started to pump
with all he got. It was hard not to slip out or have Dizzy slip out, but
they managed to keep in time with each other. Then as if on cue, Dizzy shot
his white thick cream deep into Billy, as Billy's cock exploded with pure
ecstasy, filling Ozone up with his boy seed.
	Billy and Dizzy let their dicks slide out and they all sad down on
the floor. Ozone turned around, his cock was just dripping with
precum. Billy immediately began sucking the precum off as Dizzy scooted in
and started to lick Ozone's balls. Dizzy and Billy worked well together as
a team, because before long, Ozone yelled "I'm CUMMING!!!"
	Billy took his mouth off and pumped him. Ozone shot his load, a
large squirt hit Billy in the eye, and another one hit him on the cheek. A
stray shot hit Dizzy on the top of his nose. The boys laughed at
this. Ozone took the dribble from his dick and milked it into his hand. He
then had a devilish grin and flung it at Billy. This is all it took and the
three boys were having a cum fight. Billy reached around and wiped his
crack twice, once with each hand. He then went up to both Dizzy and Ozone
and wiped his hands off on their faces, smiling and laughing.
	Dizzy and Ozone laughed and giggled and started chasing Billy
around the room. Billy quickly exited the room and ran down the hall with
Ozone and Dizzy right at his heal. Billy came to a screeching halt in front
of the large mirror. There standing before him was Carl Dunstin.
	"Holy Shit!!!" yelled Billy.
	Ozone and Dizzy froze in their spots. Andrew and Boomer heard
something so they came out and saw what they heard. They too were frozen
naked in the doorway.
	"You queer folk think you can break into my house, do ya?" said
Carl as he held up the burned piece of paper in front of Billy's very wide
and shocked eyes.
	"Uhh.."
	"When will you little queers realize what you do is wrong? My
brothers knew it was wrong, but they continued to do it. The Abercrombie
kid knew it was wrong and he continued to do it, and so did that stable
boy. Then your little friend, writing those things in his journal."
	Billy had a look of surprise on his face.
	"That's right. I read your faggot friend's diary. I found it in the
back of the truck when my son and dad returned from here last week."
	"You killed Cody?" asked Boomer.
	"I had too. I had no other choice. The last resort I had was to
kill him. It's the only way to get rid of your kind. And now, I have to
resort to the last resort with you five. No way will homosexuals live in my
ancestor's house." Carl Dunstin then raised his left hand that had a
fireplace iron poker in it. Billy and the others failed to see that he was
holding it.
	"Put it down Carl!!!"
	Billy turned and saw Old Man Lloyd Dunstin leaning on his cane at
the bottom of the staircase.
	"Dad, go back in the car. I'll take care of this business."
	"No you won't son. I won't cover for you anymore."
	"But what these boys do is the devil's work."
	"I know that and they will pay for it when they go burn in hell,
but it is not up to us to send them there. They will die soon enough."
	"No dad, these boys must die. They can't spread the decease to
others."
	"Carl, put the poker down."
	"No Dad, I won't. I have to do the last resort on them."
	"Carl, I was wrong. I shouldn't have covered up for you back when
you were 8 years old. But you killed my two oldest sons and I love you very
much and new that if the sheriff found out you did, I would lose yet a
third son. Not to death like Scott and Doug, but to an insane asylum where
I never see you again. You were eight years old and capable of cold blooded
murder. I should have let them take you away, but I couldn't bare the
thought of losing the only living member of my family that I had left."
	"You killed Doug and Scott?" asked Billy. He was totally shocked,
as well as the other boys.
	"That's right. He always told me that homosexual acts were the
works of the devil and had to be eliminated. I caught my two brothers doing
it over and over again and all dad did was whip them a few times, but it
didn't cure it. I finally gave them the cure and killed them one night
while they were in the tunnels. It was a storming night." And as if no cue,
a quick flash of lighting and a loud thundering crack entered the house
through the windows. Rain was beginning to tap at the windows as if it
wanted to be let in. "I took Daddy's raw hide whip and went down to where
they were at. It was so disgusting what they were doing. I began beating
them. I got them good the first few swipes, because they fell to the
ground. I kept beating and lashing at them. By the time I finished, they
took their last breath of air. I looked at my pocket watch that my daddy
gave me just days before. I remember the time as if it was just only this
morning. It was 2:37."
	"Billy?" said Andrew. By this time, all the boys managed to close
in tightly behind Billy, supporting his back. All of them still naked and
fear running through them.
	"And what about Jeremy? Kyle? Brett? Matthew?" asked Billy.
	"They were all queer and deserved to die."
	"So you did it as a last resort?"
	"That's right. I came here everyday to drop off and pick up my
father when he worked here as caretaker. Every time I picked him up, he
would complain about the queer folk there. But he never had the courage to
take care of it himself. So I did. I set the boathouse on fire and burned
them to death. And now they are burning in hell."
	"And you shot the gun to spook the horse too?"
	"That's right. How did you know?"
	"Now you boys must die!!!" He lifted the fire iron high above his
head. The five boys squeezed each other in a big group hug, protecting each
other.
	"Carl, put the iron down!"
	Billy opened his eyes and looked down the stairs. Standing behind
Old Man Dunstin was Deputy Kane with his hand gun pointed up at Carl.
	"Deputy, this doesn't concern you. Leave."
	"Listen to him son, put the iron down," said Old Man Dunstin.
	"No one has to get hurt here. Drop it," yelled Deputy Kane.
	"You're wrong. I must cure this decease that rots this house." He
raised the fire iron higher. Lightning flashed inside. Something caught
Carl's attention out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head and
looked in the mirror. He saw his refection and that of the boys. Then the
lightning flashed again, showing a reflection of different boys.
	"No, it can't be," he said. Then the imaged disappeared as the
lightning flickered off.
	Billy and the others looked in the mirror to see what Car was
looking at. The lightning flashed a gain and they saw Scott, Doug, Jeremy,
Matthew, Kyle, Brett and Cody standing there. With a loud crack of the
thunder, they all reach out for Carl. The mirror shattered and Carl
stumbled backwards. He lost his footing and fell down the staircase.
	Deputy Kane ran to Carl and felt his neck. The boys continued too
stay huddled together at the top of the staircase. Deputy Kane shook his
head. He looked at the lifeless open eyes and wiped his hands over them,
closing the eye lids.
	"Oh dear Lord, what I have done?" said Old Man Dunstin in
shock. "My son. My poor poor son."
	Deputy Kane looked up at the boys. "You boys go get dress and stay
in your room, until I get you."
	The boys did as they were told. As the boys were going to their
rooms, Jason came out of a room, tired and groggy like. "What happened?" he
said as he wiped the sleepiness from his eyes.
	The boys took him in the room and told him the whole story.
	After the ambulance came and took away the corpse of Carl Dunstin,
and Old Man Dunstin was taken back to his place, Deputy Kane stayed behind
until all of the boy's parents arrived there. He sat them down and
explained to them what had happened. The boys eased drop with great
interest.
	Deputy Kane told them how Carl killed his brothers when he was a
kid and how Lloyd Dunstin covered it up by burying the bodies deep in the
woods in the next county. The parents couldn't believe the tale that was
being told him. They especially couldn't believe that he killed Cody. One
the parents asked Deputy Kane how he knew that Cody was allergic and Deputy
Kane told them the time that Cody was stung at the park during a town
festival and how he almost died. From that point on, everyone knew that
Cody was deathly allergic to bee stings.
	Deputy Kane continued to explain that he boys decided to
investigate the unsolved mystery of the Dunstin Boys. This was one way they
could occupy themselves while not rehabbing the Inn. Carl got concerned,
but didn't do anything. Then he found Cody's journal where he apparently
written about the investigation they were doing. This alarmed Carl and he
felt he had to do away with Cody. But he never had the opportunity to hurt
the other boys. Until today. He must of knew you guys were going out of
town for the day and he saw the boys ride by on their bikes heading to
here. So he knew this was the time. Then Deputy Kane told them that as he
was standing up at the top of the stairs, ready to strike the boys, thunder
roared so loud that it should the house, causing the mirror to break, which
scared Carl and he stumbled down the stairs to his death.
	As the boys were ease dropping, they didn't hear any words of gay
activities, ghosts, or anything of the sort being mentioned. Once he was
done, he went to the room where the boys were alone. He closed the door
behind him.
	"Boys, I can imagine what you guys were doing before Carl Dunstin
came here. But as far as I am concerned, the law doesn't need to know. And
because I am the law and I don't need to know, there is no sense of me
telling your parents something that I don't know nothing about." He then
gave each boy a wink and left.
	Even with all the worry and excitement that went on that day, the
six boys were allowed to spend the night together at Dunstin Manor. They
were all spread out on the floor in the bed room in their sleeping
bags. The days events wore them out and they went to sleep fairly quickly.
	Billy didn't set his alarm that night. Has his watch blinked to
2:37, all six boys could be seen laying their peacefully with a smile on
their faces and a tent in their pants. No boy woke up that night with a
nightmare.

The End!!!!!!

Yes I know, you hated to see the ending, but unfortunately all good things
must come to an end. I do hope you enjoyed this story. I sure did. I hope
that maybe one day in the near future, I will begin another tale. Maybe a
sequel or many a whole new story line with different characters. We will
just see where the creative juices guide my fingers across the
keyboard. Thanks again for all of your kind remarks and reading my
story. And hopefully we can do this again sometime. Feel free to keep in
touch with me and let me know what you thought of this chapter. I can be
reached at bentedcol@aol.com And until next time - Ben