Date: Tue, 26 Aug 2003 19:15:13 EDT
From: Bentedcol@aol.com
Subject: The Last Resort Chatper 6

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The Last Resort
Chapter 6

	Billy looked at his watch. The time was 2:46. Nine minutes had gone
by since he first looked at his watch when he first woke up from his
nightmare. He laid in his bed, wide awake, thinking how cum got into
Andrew's mouth. Did he sleep walk and put his dick into Andrew's mouth? Did
Andrew have his hands down his pants and came in his sleep and then licked
his own hand before waking up? Billy didn't know the answer, but he lied
there trying to figure it out. He could hear the soft breathing of Jason
sleeping in his cot. A small snore was coming from Trevor, as his walkman
joined the tune. Andrew had fallen back to sleep, but was stirring and
moaning in his sleep non stop. It wasn't a stir or a moan that sounded like
he was enjoying what was going on in his unconscious state, but it was the
stirring and the moaning that sounded like fear.
	Billy closed his eyes for a brief second. Then he felt a pair of
warm, moist lips on his. The strange lips began kissing him and soon a
tongue penetrated his mouth and began to intertwine with his tongue. Billy
was falling lost in this kiss, and then the image of the boy sucking his
dick appeared in his head. He opened his eyes, screamed and pulled back
with terror. There, standing dumbfounded was Jason.
	"Whoa, man. Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you."
	"Jason," said Billy in relief.
	"Yeah, I was told to come up and wake you. Since the twins were
already up and out, I decided to wake you up in special manner."
	"Jason, can I ask you something?" said Billy trying to remember
when sleep had finally overtaken him.
	"Sure, what?"
	"Have you had any weird dreams since you been here?"
	"What kind of weird dreams?"
	"Like seeing two boys who you never saw before, giving each other a
blow job."
	"Nothing like that. Why?"
	"Since I have been here, I been having these nightmares. They are
hard to explain on how real they are. I think Andrew is having them too. I
was just trying to figure out why Andrew and I are having them, but you're
not."
	"Is Trevor having them?"
	"If he is, he hasn't shown any sign that he has."
	"Maybe you and Andrew just have an overactive imagination. Come on,
let's go get some breakfast. Mom is making her world famous French
toast. It is nice having a stove hooked up now."
	Billy got up, changed, relieved himself and went down for
breakfast. The day was like the day prior. The boys kept busy pulling old
wires and working on things to get ready to run new wire. Andrew kept to
himself most of the day. Whenever his brother or someone went up to him and
tried to start a conversation, Andrew would give an awkward smile and
continue on with his own business.
	By the time sunset came, the clouds had finally drifted away,
showing a moon that was odd shape. It was very obvious that the full moon
was gone for this month. Andrew walked on the pier by himself. He was deep
in thought. His whole experience here at the Inn was very bothersome for
him. It troubled him to no end and he wished he could just go home to his
mom's house. He couldn't tell his dad or even his brother what was
happening. There was only one person he could possibly talk too. And as if
on cue:
	"Andrew," said Billy softly as he walked up behind him on the
pier. "Can we talk?"
	"About what?"
	"The strange occurrences. I know you had those dreams about those
two boys."
	"Was I talking in my sleep?"
	"No, I had them too."
	Andrew turned and looked at Billy. "You did?"
	"Yeah, and the only way to describe them is pure terror."
	"You have dreamed them." said Andrew in amazement. "What do you
think it means?"
	"I don't know, because I never believed in ghosts, but the other
day when I was at the electrician's shop, they had a very old picture of
the Inn with a family standing in front of it. Two of the boys in that
family were the two boys in our dreams."
	"Are you shitt'en me?"
	"No, Andrew. I am dead serious."
	"Don't use that word dead," said Andrew who was lacking courage at
this point of the game.
	"Look, I think something happened to them, but I don't know
what. But I do know, both times that I dreamt about them, and the time when
the vases fell off the shelf, it was at 2:37 in the morning."
	"Yeah, so? Coincidence?"
	"I don't think so," said Billy.
	"So what do we do?" asked Andrew.
	"Tomorrow my mom and Aunt Louise are going to town to run errands
and pick up supplies. Maybe we can convince them to let us go with them."
	"Why?"
	"First of all, I want to learn more about that family in the
picture. I think it is the ancestors of the electrician. And there was
something about that old man in the wheel chair too."
	"What man? What wheel chair?"
	"Nothing, we will figure that out tomorrow."
	"You think something bad happened to those boys?"
	"I don't know, but after we visit the electrician, we'll go to the
library. If something bad did happen in this small town, there would have
to be a newspaper article about it."
	"That's a good idea Billy." Andrew then stifled a yawn. "I think I
better go to bed. I didn't sleep well last night."
	"Alright, I see ya tomorrow then."
	"You're not coming?" asked Andrew.
	"No, I want to stay here a bit and do some thinking."
	"Alright then," said Andrew. He then cast a smile at Billy and left
the pier.
	Andrew was walking up the dark narrow trail in the woods. He
stopped and listens. He thought he heard something. There were no
movements. Off in the distance, he could hair the eerie cries of an owl,
but nothing else. Andrew took a step and he heard a twig crack. He
stopped. He palms were beginning to sweat. His heart began to beat
faster. Silence. Andrew then walked a little faster, and he could hear
footsteps behind him. He stopped. "Billy? Is that you?" No answer. Andrew
could hear his own heartbeat. He knew he was being followed. But by who?
Then the image of the man carrying two bundles in the rain storm flashed
before him. He then shot off like a bullet and headed towards the Inn in
full sprint. Just as he was about ready to exit the forest, he felt a
massive pressure grabbing him around his waist, causing him to fall hard
onto the muddy ground. Andrew was lying on his stomach in the mud. He felt
a body on his aching back, and a hand pushing his head down into the mud.
	"Listen here you little homo. If I find out you're fucking that
fag, I'm telling dad and he will beat the shit out of you."
	"I'm not, Trevor," cried Andrew. The pain was getting to him. He
could taste mud in his mouth, trying not to choke on it.
	"You better be telling the truth. You know what dad says `Fagots
are a disgrace to the family and we won't have that."
	Andrew felt the weight leave his back. Then a sharp pain
infiltrated his body as Trevor delivered a swift kick into his
side. Through dirt and tears, Andrew could see Trevor head back to the Inn.
	"Andrew?" said a voice.
	Andrew recognized the voice. "Leave me alone." Andrew was trying to
sit up. His ribs were really hurting.
	Billy ran over to him. "What happened? Who did this too you?"
	"Leave me alone. You got me into enough trouble already."
	"I didn't do nothing," said Billy in defense.
	"You don't have too."
	"I don't understand," asked Billy in bewilderment.
	"Trevor knows you're gay,"
	"I figured that much when you guys caught Jason and I the other
night."
	"Trevor doesn't like gay boys. He wanted to do something harsh to
you and Jason, but I talked him out of it."
	Billy was still confused. "Alright, Trevor hates gays. What does
that have to do with him beating you up?"
	Andrew looked down at the ground. After what seemed like a lifetime
of thick silence was broken by the nearby owl.
	"Andrew?"
	"Six months ago, Trevor and dad caught me and this other boy giving
each other a blow job. Dad was pissed. When I told him that I was gay, he
and flew off the handle and gave me a severe beating. Saying that fagots
are a disgrace to the family and he won't have any disgraces in his
family. Since the, whenever I as Trevor puts it, have a gay attack, Trevor
does something to bring me to reality, as he puts it. He thinks he is
protecting me from dad's punishments. Trevor and dad are so much alike. I
am the odd ball." Andrew then began crying hard.
	Billy's heart went out to him. On instinct, Billy walked up to
Andrew and put his arms around him. Andrew rested his head on Billy's
shoulders and cried like a baby. "I don't want to be gay, but I just am. I
have no interest in girls, only guys. I had known this for the longest time
now. Ever since I was old enough to have an orgasm," cried Andrew.
	Billy said nothing. He just stood there, holding onto Andrew,
giving him comfort and support. Then Andrew lifted his head and looked
towards Billy. Their eyes met. They stared at each other and almost like
magic, an invisible force was drawing their faces closer and closer to each
other. Billy closed his eyes. Andrew did the same. Soon their lips met. It
was a simple peck at first. But then the lips joined again and again. Each
peck lasting longer then the one prior. Soon their lips joined and the two
boys embraced each other. Andrew opened his mouth, inviting Billy's tongue
into his oral cavity. Billy accepted the invitation and slipped his tongue
into Andrew' mouth, only to be greeted by Andrew's tongue. They stood their
giving each other a passionate kiss. Then out of no where, Andrew pushed
Billy away.
	"I better go," and Andrew darted off to the Inn. Billy just stood
there, not sure what to think.
	A few minutes later Billy went inside the Inn. He wasn't quite sure
if he should tell his mom or dad about what Andrew told him or not. Andrew
looked inside the living room and the adults were playing their nightly
card games. Billy decided to wait and see what happens before telling
anyone about what Andrew had told him.
	"Where have you been?" asked Jason as he came down stairs wearing
nothing a pair of cut off jean shorts.
	"Outside thinking. What's up?" asked Billy trying to change the
subject.
	"I was thinking. Tomorrow we get those juvies. Some of them are
girls," smiled Jason with a devilish look.
	Billy and Jason went upstairs. "Look Jason. I understand you're not
gay, and that is fine. I enjoyed doing the things we did and I hope to do
more with you, but as for girls. Forget it. I am not attracted to them and
I have no desire to be with one," assured Billy.
	"Not even to see a pair of tits?"
	The finest girl with the biggest tits could be standing right here
naked, with her pussy dripping wet and I would shrug and walk away."
	"You're crazy, but that's cool. I respect that. Can I ask you
something though?"
	"What?"
	"Would you get upset if I tried to get laid by one of the girls
coming tomorrow?"
	"Why would I get upset? It's not like we are partners or
anything. We just did some experimentations, that's all. It won't bother
me. Do what your heart tells you to do." Said Billy, trying to sound
convincing. Because he knew that if Jason would have sex with a girl, there
would be apart of him that would be hurt. "Now, I have to go relieve myself
before it starts coming out of my ears." And Billy used that excuse to
remove himself from the conversation.
	Billy woke up to the tune from his watch. Before he went to bed, he
set it to wake him at 2:30. The past three nights something had happened at
2:37. He wanted to be awake tonight to see what happens. He kind of felt
proud of himself. He always wished he could be a hero in a mystery, but he
always thought he was never the hero type. There were many times he wished
he could be like Harry Potter and stumble on some sort of mystery and solve
it. Then a smiled appeared on his face. Who was he kidding? If he was Harry
Potter in the movies, the only thing he would want to stumble on is Ron's
dick.
	Billy sat there waiting with anticipation. He had his flashlight in
hand turned on, but he blocked the light with his other hand. He wanted to
be ready in a moments notice. He glanced at his watch, 2:36. One more
minute to go.
	Andrew sat up and screamed in pain. Billy looked at his watch. It
was 2:37. Billy quickly ran over to Andrew, quieting him before waking up
Trevor or Jason. He pulled on Andrew who was half crying half whimpering
and lead him out into the hall and into the bathroom.
	"Same dream?"
	Andrew didn't say a thing. He took Billy's flashlight and shined it
on his back and looked in the mirror. There were three stripes made of
blood, torn skin, and clear body liquids.
	"Oh my God," what happened?
	"Billy, it was horrible. I dreamt I was sucking this boy's dick,
the same boy from last night. Just as the boy came in my mouth, I turned
and saw eyes. Evil, horrible eyes of hatred. Then I felt a leather hide
come down sharply on my back. After the third swipe, I woke up." Andrew's
eyes rolled in the back of his head and Billy managed to break his fall to
the ground.
	After a few minutes, Andrew woke up from his fainting spell. Billy
wanted to get help, but thought twice about it. How would they explain
everything that is going on? So he just sat there with Andrew in his lap,
holding him until he woke up.
	"Did you dream it?" said Andrew in a weak voice.
	"Not this time. I was awake."
	"Can I be awake with you tomorrow night?"
	Billy smiled and nodded. He then bent his head down and kissed
Andrew on the forehead.
	Billy woke up with a cramp in his neck. He had fallen asleep while
sitting on the bathroom floor. There lying comfortably in his lap was
Andrew. Billy couldn't feel his legs. He slowly lifted Andrew's head,
trying not to wake him, but it was useless. Andrew woke up.
	"What time is it?" asked Andrew.
	Billy looked at his watch. "Five after 6."
	Andrew stood up and stretched. As he lifted his arms, he felt pain
surge through his back. He had forgotten about the wounds on his
back. "Ouch."
	Billy stood up. "Let me look at them." Billy looked at Andrew's
back. The wounds didn't look infected. They had already begun to scab over
a bit.
	"Maybe some cool water will feel good on them." Recommend Billy.
	"Let's go to the lake," said Andrew. He wanted to get out of the
Inn. The two boys went quietly in their room and grabbed their towels. Then
silently they went to the worn out beach portion of the lake.
	The sun was peaking out behind the horizon. The rays were piercing
through the branches of the trees trying to grab the fog that laid on the
lake and tried to push them away. Morning birds filled the air with a sweet
tune of nature. For the first time in a while, Billy and Andrew both felt
at peace.
	Andrew was up to his knees in the lake. He was wearing nothing but
his boxers. Billy had taken off his shirt. He left his whitie tighties on
that were covered by a pair of cut off sweat pants.
	"How's the water?" asked Billy.
	"A bit chilly, but feels good."
	Billy clenched his teeth as he stepped in the cold, yet refreshing
lake. This was the first time he actually stepped foot in the late. He
waded out to stand next to Andrew. He had a better view of Andrew's
wounds. He took some cool water and gently dripped it on to the
sores. Andrew winced his face, but didn't say a word. Billy continued to do
it, hoping to clean out the wounds.
	"You know, I have to make sure no one sees me with my shirt off. We
will never be able to explain it," said Andrew.
	Then Billy noticed a giant black and blew mark on the side of
Andrew's ribs. "Is that where Trevor kicked you?"
	Andrew looked down and saw the massive black and blue mark. He
nodded and then turned towards Billy.
	"Thanks," said Andrew.
	"For what?"
	"For being my friend and understanding."
	"Hey, we're in this thing together and we will get out of this
together." Billy then winked at him.
	"Can I ask you something?"
	"What's that?"
	"Have you ever had sex with a guy?"
	Billy hesitated before answering. The question caught him off
guard. "Only oral sex."
	"You and Jason, huh?"
	"Yeah, but he wasn't my first. I had two friends back home. The
three of us did stuff together a lot. How about you?"
	"Like I said last night, I never had full intercourse, but I did
have oral sex with a friend of mine. He was cute too."
	Billy and Andrew became in a daze. The two boys began staring at
each other again. That magical force brought them together and soon their
lips were touching. As their tongues were wrestling together, Andrew felt
up and down Billy's body. Billy could feel his member getting stiff. Billy
also felt Andrew's member getting stiff. Billy wanted to rub Andrew's back,
but figured it wouldn't be a wise idea. So he took a chance and felt the
bulge in Andrew's boxers. Andrew moaned a bit. Then Andrew parted lips and
began kissing at Billy's neck and moved up to his ear. He blew gently in
his ear and nibbled at it a bit. Then he moved on to the back of Billy's
neck, kissing it ever so gently. This sent incredible sexual shivers down
Billy's spine. Billy left out a little gasp. Soon, Andrew made his way down
to Billy's nipples. He took one in his mouth and sucked on it gently, while
he took his finger and gently rubbed the other one. Andrew knelt down in
the lake and pulled down the tented shorts and underwear, exposing Billy's
hard cock. Andrew opened his mouth, but stopped. He stood up and said "I
can't do it. The dreams."
	Billy hugged Andrew and kissed him. He then repeated the same
pattern that Andrew did to him. Moving his tongue to his neck, ears, back
of the neck and to his nipples. After making sure both nipples were hard,
he knelt down and pulled down Andrew's tented shorts. Billy looked at
Andrew's hard cock. It stood upwards, curving a bit to the left. Like, him
and Jason, Andrew was cut. He had a patch of pubic hair that nested the
5-1/4 inch cock. Billy stuck out his tongue and licked the slit at the top
of the head. Andrew moaned in ecstasy.
	"It's been so long since a boy did this too me."
	Billy's tongue ran down vein that protruded a bit. Then Billy
opened wide and took Andrew's peach fuzz covered ball sack into his
mouth. He massaged them with his tongue and Andrew just moaned with
pleasure. After a few minutes, Billy let go of Andrew's balls and began
playing with his dick. Finally, Billy engulfed Andrew's precum covered head
and began licking the precum out of the slip. Then Billy lowered his head
slowly, taking in Andrew's boy tool. Soon, Billy's nose was nestled into
Andrew's pubic hairs. Billy raised his head and slowly lowered it again. He
did this time and time again. After awhile, Billy could feel Andrew's dick
swell in his mouth. Andrew was breathing rapidly and erratic. Billy grabbed
onto Andrew's bare ass cheeks and began sucking harder. Billy felt Andrew
tighten the muscles in his ass and shortly thereafter, Billy's mouth was
filled with Andrew's sperm. Billy kept sucking, taking in the 3 big
squirts, one little squirt and the dribble. Finally the pleasure of Billy
sucking Andrew got too intense for Andrew to handle and he had to push
Billy off of his withering dick.
	Billy stood up and gave Andrew a deep kiss, sharing some of his
reward with him. Andrew and Billy felt a brushing at their legs. They broke
the kiss and looked down. There floating in the water, face down was a body
of a young boy.

To Be Continued..

I don't know about you all, but I am really enjoying this. I am getting
lots of positive feedback and I will continue on with the route I had
established with this story. As always, your feedback, both positive and
negative, is always welcomed. Feel free to email me anytime at
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Thanks again for taking time and reading my story. I hope to have the next
installment out within the next day or two. -Ben