Date: Wed, 27 Aug 2003 21:28:32 EDT
From: Bentedcol@aol.com
Subject: The Last Resort Chapter 7

This first paragraph contains the same blah blah blah mumble jumble. This
story contains sex between young boys. If it is illegal in your area to be
reading this kind of material, or if you are offended by this kind of
material, or if you are under the age of 18, please read no further. This
story is completely fiction and no characters are real.

The Last Resort
Chapter 7

	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.
	Both boys screamed and started to run backwards. With their
underwear at their ankles, both boys tumbled backwards and splashed into
the water. They half swim, half crawled to the shore, screaming and
splashing as they went.
	"What's the hell going on here," said Andrew as he reached the
sure.
	"I wish I knew," said Billy.
	"I had enough of this shit. I am tired of this fucking house. I
gotta get out of here man."
	Billy stood up and pulled up his whitie tighties. Because they were
wet, you could see his dick, which was now soft. Billy saw his shorts
floating in the late. They must have come off, while he was coming back to
sure in a hurry. He began to go out in the lake.
	"What are you doing man? You crazy?" whined and cried Andrew.
	"I gotta get my shorts." Billy slowly and cautiously waded out in
the lake. Andrew watched nervously from the shore. He was shivering and
shaking. Billy came to his shorts. They were floating aimlessly in the
water. He reached down to pick them up. Just as his hand reached the
shorts, an algae covered, decaying hand came out of the water and grabbed
onto Billy's wrist. Soon the body that belongs to the hand pulled itself
out of the water, partially. It was the decayed remains of a young boy.
	"Our kind aren't welcomed here. Leave NOW!!!" said the body in a
very creepy tone. Billy screamed and used his other hand to pry the body's
hand off of him. He grabbed his shorts and ran to the shore. Billy turned
and saw the body slip back under the water. Without anymore Hesitation,
Billy threw on his short and the two boys wasted no time getting back to
the Inn.
	"I think we're safe now," said Billy as he was huffing and puffing.
	"Billy, this is really freaking me out. I feel like I am a
character in a Stephen King novel," said Andrew, as he tried to calm down.
	"Maybe we should tell our parents?"
	"No Billy. We can't. How would we explain the things we did?"
	"We will just leave that part out," said Billy. "We'll just say we
were washing up and this body floated by. There is no current in a lake, so
the body still has to be there."
	"Alright, but no mention on what we did."
	"Believe me Andrew, I won't."
	The next three hours, all of the occupants of the Inn, deputies
from the local police stations, and ambulance crews were searching the lake
for a dead body. As Billy and Andrew were afraid of, the search came up
empty. Now everyone was looking at Billy and Andrew as if they were
completely insane.
	After many disgusted look and comments, the police and ambulance
crew left the scene. The adults went back to the Inn, because the bus with
the juvenile delinquents was heading up the road. Jason, Billy, Trevor, and
Andrew stood on the beach.
	"What are you too trying to pull?" snapped in Trevor.
	"Look Trevor, what Billy and I saw was real."
	"Real my ass." Then he turned his attention to Billy. "I don't know
what games you are playing, but leave my brother out of this. He doesn't
need to get tangled up in the likes of you. Now come on Andrew, let's go
back to the Inn," said Trevor, as he pushed his brother up the path.
	Billy could hear Andrew trying to explain to Trevor what they saw
was real, but Trevor wasn't listening. Soon they disappeared down the
trail.
	"I suppose you hate me too?" said Billy.
	"No I don't hate you. I find it hard to believe you, but I don't
hate you. Come on, let's go see the juvies."
	Billy was mad as hell. He knew what he saw was not a figment of his
imagination. It was real. He knew Andrew wanted to leave the Inn as fast as
he could and at one point, Billy wanted too. But now he changed his
mind. He had to figure out what was going on here. And what did the body
mean "Our kind aren't welcomed here."?
	Billy and Jason silently went up the trail. They came out to the
open area where the field was. There were two police deputies standing next
to the bus. Standing in two rows of six, was the juvies.
	"I thought there were going to be 24 of them?" said Jason.
	"There is. But remember half work Monday through Friday and the
other half work Tuesday through Saturday," said Billy.
	"That's right. I see seven boys and five girls. They must have
split them half and half."
	As Billy got closer, he looked at the kids. They stood there like
they could care less that they were there. Some of them showed expressions
that they didn't want to be there. Billy didn't see the boy he saw at the
ice cream shop. He must be coming the next day.
	"This is Mr.  Townshend. He is the new owner of Dunstin Manor. He
will be in charge of you guys while you work here for the next month. What
he says, do it no questions ask. Deputy Wilson and myself will be here
monitoring things, to make sure you guys do what you're suppose to do. If
you get out of hand, we have authority to take you down. You screw this up
and you will go to a detention center, which is far worse then this. Now
listen up and give Mr. Peterson your attention," said Deputy Kane.
	"Hello and welcome to what will be the Last Resort. As Deputy Kane
said, my name is Mr. Townshend. This is Mr. McDowell and this is
Mr. Simmons. Ten of you will be assigned to Mr. Simmons, helping him pull
and run wire. The remaining two will start cleaning out the unoccupied
rooms. Now, as I see it, you arrived an hour late. I already discussed it
with Deputy Wilson. Since you are assigned to work a six hour day, you will
leave an hour late. Maybe this will help you to remember to show up at the
buss tomorrow on time. Now, you two step out and wait for me. The others go
ahead with Mr. Simmons."
	Two boys stepped out of ranks. The others followed Dan into the
Inn. Deputy Wilson followed after them. Bob stood and looked at the
boys. "Okay, you too will start with the rooms. First of all, what are your
names?"
	The first boy stood there with a dazed expression. He was very tall
and thin for his age. Lanky would be a good word to describe him. He was 13
year old. His light brown hair sat untidy on round head. He had a rooster's
that stuck up in the front. His eyes were mesmerizing. They were a bright
brilliant blue that stuck out and seemed too look into another word. His
freckled face expression was that of a person who was a few fries short of
a happy meal. He had a cocked eyed smile that showed his braces.
	"I'm Dizzy D," he plied with a goofy sounding voice.
	"Dizzy D?"
	"His real name is Duane Edwards, but he is pretty dizzy half the
time, so we call him Dizzy D. He's a great pitcher though," said the other
boy in a confident tone.
	"And you are?"
	The other boy was chewing gum like a cocky, cool person. "I'm Tommy
Maxwell, but everyone calls me Ozone. That's because I can hit the ball
into the Ozone layer." Ozone was much shorter then Dizzy. Matter of fact,
he was short for his age. Ozone was 12 years old, but acted like he was
14. He was a bit chucky, but not fat. He just hasn't shed his baby fat
yet. He had brown eyes and black hair that was parted to the side. In his
left ear was a small loop earring.
	"Okay Dizzy and Ozone, you will be working with me for today. We
will start empting garbage and junk out of the rooms inside. Come on," said
Bob. The two boys and Deputy Kane followed.
	Dizzy and Ozone walked into their first room on the second
floor. There was some old garbage and fallen apart bedroom furniture that
was way past over due to for the junk yard. Their were no blinds on the
filth covered windows.
	"Alight boys, out the window you will see a pick up truck. Go ahead
and start taking everything in this room down there and throw in the
back. Once it's full, we will go to the dump and unload and come back and
get another load," said Bob.
	"Yes Sir," said the boys in unison.
	"Deputy, care to come down stairs and get a cup of coffee?"
	"That sounds like a plan," said Deputy Kane. Soon the two boys were
left alone in the forsaken room.
	"I can't believe we have to be free slaves for these people," said
Ozone.
	"It's better then going to the detention center," said Dizzy as he
looked out the window. "Hey Ozone, who are those boys? I don't recognize
them."
	Ozone walked over and looked out the window. He saw Jason and Billy
standing there talking to each other. "Must be the owner's kids."
	"Their cute," said Dizzy.
	"Yeah, they're hotties, but I'm sure they won't like us. Their
folks had to have money to buy this pit, and rich kids don't like us plain
folk."
	"Maybe they're not rich. Maybe they are like us," said Dizzy.
	"I don't think they are like us." Ozone then leaned on his toes to
boost him up a bit and gave Dizzy a kiss on the lips. "Now let's get this
shit work done."
	Jason and Billy stood outside a bit. They had no idea where the
twins disappeared too. Trevor was probably trying to keep Andrew far from
them. Billy wishes that Trevor wasn't such an asshole. Louise and Janie
came out of the Inn and Janie had the car keys in hand.
	"Where are you going?" asked Billy.
	"We have to go in town to run some errands at the lawyers, pick up
some groceries and make a few other stops," said Louise.
	"Can we go?" asked Billy.
	"I don't want to go, I want to stay here. I have my eye on one of
those girls," said Jason with a devilish grin.
	"We will be in town for most of the afternoon," said Janie.
	"That's okay, I want to.." Billy had to come up with an
excuse. ".to stop by the library and check out a new book. I finished mine
last night."
	Brad came out of the Inn carrying some old rotten lumber and he
threw it in the back of Bob's truck.
	"Brad, Billy wants to come with us, do you need him?" asked Janie.
	"Nah, Molly is helping me. Is Jason going too?"
	"No, he's staying here," said Louise.
	"Alright, see you in a bit." Brad then went back into the Inn.
	Louise, Janie and Billy climbed into the station wagon and they
headed off to town. Jason went into the house to see if the girl he had his
eye on needed some help.
	Billy waved as Janie beeped the horn and drove off. Billy looked at
the old library. It was in an old Victorian home. It wasn't like a library
he was use to seeing. He walked in and their were some people sitting there
reading magazines, books and other reading materials.
	Billy walked up to the front desk where a very old library with a
gray hair tied tightly in a bun sat behind, filing her fingernails on her
wrinkled old tired hands.
	"Excuse me, Ma'am."
	The old lady stopped what she was doing and through her cat women
bifocals she looked at Billy. "What can I do for you young man?"
	Billy wasn't sure how to ask what he wanted. He didn't want to tell
the truth saying that he wants to find writing on the Dunstin Manor,
because it's haunted. So Billy began to fib. "I am staying for the summer
at the Last Resort Inn."
	"Last Resort Inn?" questioned the librarian.
	"Yeah, the big inn outside of town."
	"Oh, Dunstin Manor."
	"Yeah, that's it. Anyway, I didn't' do well in my English class
this past year and I had to attend summer school. Since we were coming
here, the Summer School teacher said that all I had to do was write a 30
page report on this town. So I need to find history books or newspaper
articles that relate to your towns history. Especially anything dealing
with Dunstin Manor, since that is where I am staying. I understand that it
was used as part of the underground railroad and a hospital for the civil
war."
	"Yes it was young man. I will be more then happy to show you what I
have."
	The old lady took Billy to the basement. She took some old scrap
books off of a dust covered shelf. She blew the dust off and coughed. She
laid the faded red book on a table and opened it.
	"Here are some old newspaper articles regarding Dunstin
Manor. Because it was such a historical sight, they made a scrap book just
for those articles. But I dare say, you will find no articles on it from
the mid 60's through today. Nothing has happened since then, other then the
Manor falling apart.
	"Thank you," said Billy as he began looking at the articles.
	"Your welcome, young man. I'll be upstairs if you need me."
	Billy was too engrossed and didn't hear what she said. He quickly
skimmed through the fading articles. He wasn't sure what he was looking
for, but he was sure he would recognize it when he found it.
	An hour went by and Billy was still reading article after
article. He couldn't believe the history behind the house. He was surprised
that it wasn't declared as a historical land mark. He turned the big page
over and bam, headlines stuck out like a sore thumb.
	Dunstin Boys Missing
	Billy looked below the headline and their was a picture of two
boys. The same two boys who he had been dreaming about. Now he was getting
somewhere. He began to read the article.

	Sheriff Victor Rigby is at a lost of the missing Dunstin boys,
Scott and Doug. No signs have been found that the boys were kidnapped or
harmed. The boy's father, Lloyd Dunstin, is forming a search party to find
his two boys. Sheriff Rigby feels that the boys had run away from home.

	Billy continued to read the article. Now he had names for the boys
in his dreams. Billy was trying to figure out why they ran away. Then Billy
came across another article.

	Death Strikes Dunstin Manor
	Nine months after Scott and Doug Dunstin came up missing, Lloyd and
Sarah Dunstin faces another tragedy as their eldest daughter, Anna, age 8,
dies of pneumonia. Services will be conducted on February 12, 1939.

Billy finished reading the article and looked at more articles. Another one
caught his eye.

	Tragedy Hits Dunstin Manor Hard
	James Lee Dustin, age 1, was found dead in his crib. Cause of death
unknown Mrs. Sarah Dunstin went into premature labor after finding her son
dead. At 10:05, Mrs. Dunstin was pronounced dead after having severe labor
problems. Her unborn infant did not survive. Mrs. Dunstin is survived by
her husband, Lloyd Dunstin, and her son, Carl, age 8. Lloyd Dunstin had
lost their daughter two months ago due to pneumonia. Their two eldest sons,
Scott and Doug, became missing in April of 1938 and no trace of found of
them. They are presumed dead.

Billy couldn't believe what he was reading. He felt bad for Lloyd Dunstin
losing his family like that. It couldn't have been an easy life. Then he
found another article.

	Dunstin Manor Awarded to State

	Billy read the article saying that in October of 1939, that Lloyd
Dunstin lost his property, due to the depression, and what money he
received for it, he bought a small two story house in town.

	"Billy!"
	Billy jumped a mile off the ground. He turned and saw his mom
standing behind him.
	"Oh, hi mom."
	"What are you reading?"
	"Oh nothing. Just a little bit of the history of this town. Why are
you here?" asked Billy as he closed the book and tried to keep his mother
from seeing what he was reading.
	"You were supposed to meet us at the ice cream parlor a half hour
ago. We got worried and came here to see if you were still here. The
librarian said you were down here."
	Billy looked at his watch. He had been reading newspaper articles
for three hours. He couldn't believe the time went by as fast as it did.
	"I'm sorry Mom. I lost track of time. Come on, let's go." And Billy
ran up stairs.
	Billy and Janie came out of the Library. Louise was waiting
patiently in the car. As Billy was climbing into the car, he saw the bus
filled with the juvenile delinquents, returning them back to the
courthouse, where their parents were waiting for them. Janie then put the
car in gear and they headed back to the Inn.
	Ozone and Dizzy were the last ones getting off the buss. Dizzy's
mother came up to them. She was a pretty lady who looks like she saw her
time of sorrow. But she did her best to look happy and tried to raise her
son, Dizzy, on the right trail.
	Dizzy and Ozone were covered in dirt from their heads to their
toes. Their shirts had tares in them. Ozone even had a small scratch on his
right cheek. Both boys were drenched in sweat and smelled of a long day of
hard manual labor.
	"Hi Duane, Tommy. I'm over here," said Dizzy's mom. She was waving
and smiling.
	"Hi Mom,"
	"Hi Mrs. Edwards."
	"How was your first day?"
	"Long," said Dizzy.
	"It sucked," said Ozone.
	"Maybe this will teach you boys a lesson then. Ozone, your mom
called me. She has to work a second shift at the hospital. So you can stay
the night with us."
	Ozone was happy about that. His mom worked hard as a nurse at the
hospital in the next county. His father left his unwed mother before he was
born. He often wondered what it would be like to have a dad, but when he
sees Dizzy's drunken abusive dad, he is glad it is just him and his
mom. But there has been many times, when Ozone has been left alone, because
his mother had to work, so staying with his best friend was a welcome
change.
	"Now come on, let's get you guys cleaned up and out of those smelly
clothes."
	Ozone and Dizzy walked into the Edward's Trailer. It was small and
crowded, but Mrs. Edwards did her best to keep it clean. The trailer had
two bedrooms in it. Dizzy's mom and dad shared one, and Dizzy shared his
bedroom with his 15 year sister and his 7 year old sister. They have a bunk
bed that was a twin on top, but a double bed on the bottom. Dizzy had the
top bunk and his two sisters shared the bottom bunk.
	Passed out on the couch, was Dizzy's unemployed father. He was
wearing a pare of holey socks, paint stained faded blue jeans and a white
tank top. He had three or four days of scruff on his face. Sitting on the
floor next to him, was several emptied bottles of beer, and one bottle that
had toppled over and spilled. No doubtedly the one that he was drinking
when he pasted out. Mixed in the with the bottles, was an ash tray over
flowing with cigarette butts.
	"Okay you too. Go get a shower. Ozone, I will get you some of
Duane's old clothes that don't fit him anymore. Then I will wash your
clothes tonight, so you have a clean pair of clothes tomorrow."
	"Thank you Mrs. Edwards." Ozone liked Dizzy's mom. For as mean and
nasty Dizzy's Dad is, she makes up for it with her kindness and generosity.
	The two boys went into the small bathroom that also housed the
washer and dryer. They could hear the music blaring that Dizzy's older
sister was playing in the bedroom. More then likely, the Dizzy's baby
sister was in the room too.
	The boys were use to taking a shower together. They knew each other
as long as they can remember. When Ozone's mom would work, Dizzy's mom
would watch Ozone and to save water, she would bathed them together. It was
during this time when the boys became curious with each other and one thing
lead to another.
	Dizzy turned on the shower and let the water warm up. Both boys
stripped their shell and smiled at each other. Ozone stepped close to Dizzy
and hugged him. Their lips connected and they kissed. Ozone opened his
mouth and Dizzy intruded it with his tongue. The boys held each other and
kissed until steam started to fog up the window.
	They stepped into the shower and let the water run over their
filthy, sweaty naked bodies. The hotness of the water soothed their aching
muscles. Dizzy took some shampoo and put it in his hand. He then began
rubbing it into Ozone's hair. Meanwhile, Ozone took a bar of soap and began
soaping up Dizzy's body. Ozone started with Dizzy's shoulders, and then
moved to his back and stomach. Ozone knelt down and soaped up Dizzy's
member, causing it to grow slightly. He gave it a kiss, tasting the soap,
and then soaped up Dizzy's legs. He stood back up and handed Dizzy the bar
of soap and took the shampoo bottle. Ozone had a hard time reaching Dizzy's
head. Dizzy bent over a little and soon the shampoo was lathered up.
	Dizzy rubbed and massaged Ozone's shoulders. He then soaped up
Ozone's back and stomach. Dizzy knelt down and looked at Ozone's floppy
penis. He kissed it. As if Ozone's penis was sleeping beauty and Dizzy was
prince charming, the penis woke up and began to grow. Dizzy stuck out his
tongue and used it to investigate the shaft of the growing member. Ozone
let out some moans. Dizzy opened his mouth and took the hard, 3 inch tool
into his watering mouth. Ozone had no pubic hair yet, but that was okay,
because Dizzy liked the smell of Ozone's skin as his nose touched the field
where the pubic forest would one day grow. Dizzy bobbed his head faster and
faster. Ozone could feel that feeling building up in him. He grabbed onto
Dizzy's hair and thrust his cock deep into Dizzy's mouth. Ozone shuddered
and chills ran down his spine, as he released his load into Dizzy's
awaiting mouth. Dizzy swallowed the two small squirts of the clearish white
boy seed. He stood up and gave Ozone a kiss. Ozone then got on all fours
and let the shower water hit his back, causing the soap suds to run
off. Dizzy maneuvered around him and spread Ozone's butt cheeks
apart. There right before him, was Ozone's rose bud, waiting to be plucked
once again. Ozone and Dizzy only did it three or four times, but once they
did it, they knew they had to do it many time more. Dizzy bent over and
probed his tongue into Ozone's tight ass. He tongue fucked him, tasting the
remnants of the soap that had washed off of Ozone's back. He took his
middle finger and slowly slipped it into Ozone's ass. Ozone let out a gasp
and closed his eyes. Dizzy gently and tenderly massage the inside of
Ozone's asshole with his finger. After a few minutes, Dizzy added another
finger and finally a third finger.
	There was a pounding on the door. It was Dizzy's mom. "Hurry up you
too; dinner will be ready in 10 minutes."
	"Alright," yelled Dizzy.
	Dizzy then straddled Ozone's butt and guided his 4 « inch hard
cut cock into Ozone's awaiting ass. Ozone squinted his eyes, clenched his
teeth and pushed down like he had to take a shit, so that Dizzy could slide
in easy. Ozone Could few the wetness of Dizzy's pubic Hairs touching his
bare bottom. Dizzy slowly brought his tool out, until only his head
remained inside. He then thrust back into Ozone, causing him to let a small
yelp escape.
	"Dizzy, that feels so good," moaned Ozone.
	Dizzy could feel his balls get excited. So he increased his speed.
	"That's it, Dizzy. Fuck me harder. Cum in side me Dizzy. I want
you," moaned Ozone in sheer pleasure.
	Dizzy started moaning himself. Ozone new it wouldn't be
long. Whenever Dizzy began moaning, within a minute or two, his swollen
cock would explode in ecstasy. Dizzy began pumping faster and faster. Dizzy
gave one last thrust into Ozone's ass, causing Ozone move forward and bump
his head on the side of the bathtub.
	"Ouch!!!" said Ozone as he felt his ass hole being filled with
Dizzy's cum. He felt one powerful squirt, but not sure how much more Dizzy
pumped into him. Ozone had to readjust himself and in doing so, Dizzy slid
out of him. Dizzy stood up and helped his best friend up. Ozone was rubbing
his head.
	"That hurt,"
	"Sorry, I will be more careful next time." They gave each other a
kiss and then finished rinsing off.
	Dizzy turned off the shower and the boys dried themselves off. They
wrapped the towels around their waste and went into Dizzy's bedroom.
	Without having to say anything, Dizzy's two sisters got out and
shut the door behind them. Dizzy went to his dresser and pulled out a pair
of white briefs and tossed another pair to Ozone. On top of Dizzy's bed was
an old pair of gym shorts that his mother found for Ozone to wear. They
were a bit snug, but Dizzy liked them, because he could see a small bulge
in the front of them. Dizzy gave Ozone one of his old faded Metallica
t-shirts to put on, while he put a pair of sweat pants and a Nike shirt on
him. Once they were dressed, they went to the dinner table to where dinner
was being served.

	Billy's alarm on his watch woke him up at 2:30. He could hear
Trevor snoring and as usual, Trevor had thrown all of his sheets and
blankets off the bed. Jason was snuggled tightly under his, with his head
under his pillow. And as always, Jason's bare feet were showing. Billy
quietly tip toed over to Andrew and woke him up.
	"What?" said a groggy Andrew.
	"It's 2:30."
	Andrew sat straight up, wide awake. He knew it was almost time and
he didn't want to be asleep for another nightmare that occurred at 2:37.
	"Andrew, we need to go into another room, we need to talk. I found
some stuff out today at the library," whispered Billy. Trevor did a great
job, keeping Andrew away from Billy all evening. Trevor made sure that both
boys were never together alone.
	Andrew got up and headed to the door. Billy looked at his watch. It
read 2:37.

To Be Continued...

This chapter was longer then I thought it was going to be. I hope you all
liked it. I enjoyed writing this chapter. I got to explore some new
characters. And I am sure the next chapter we get to meet and explore even
more. After all, the other set of Juvies will be coming to Dunstin Manor.
As always, your feedback, both negative and positive, is welcomed.  You can
send it to me at bentedcol@aol.com. I would love to hear from you
soon. Thanks for reading. -Ben