Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2012 12:34:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: T Baron <hgo469@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer Vacation

Summer Vacation
© 2012 by hgo469@yahoo.com
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get their start from things that happened in the past, either to me or to
someone I know. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in
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Chapter One

	A summer vacation trip to visit grandma and grandpa was always
something special, only the three to four days spent riding in the car with
Mom, Dad and my younger sister was almost enough to make me stay home. At
least this time the car was air conditioned, that was something fairly new
and we were lucky to have it.
	The trip was almost over; we were on our way home after spending
two weeks at the grandparent's house. The good thing was that they had a
swimming pool and the weather was great so that I could spend most of every
day in the water (even skinny-dipping late at night with a wink of approval
from grandma); the bad part was now I was once again trapped in the car
with the family for four days. Then it happened, we were in the middle of
nowhere (actually it was Wyoming, but that's about the same thing) when the
car died. Dad was a mechanic and carried lots of tools in the car when we
traveled, only this time it was more than he could fix on his own.
	After we had sat on the side of the road for what felt like eons
(maybe a hour, but it was awful hot) a state trooper came along and called
a tow truck to take us into the nearest town (two motels, a café and a
gas station). This was back in the days before the interstates and there
were still quite a few of those little one horse (or less) towns along the
side of the major (two lane) highways. The garage man said that it would
take two or three days to get the parts we needed from wherever it was that
things like that were shipped from to a place like this (ugh). The only
good thing I saw right away was that both of the motels had swimming pools
and the one Dad picked even had a slide as well as a diving board -- I
knew how I was going to spend my time while we were here (or so I thought).
	Next, I received the biggest surprise of all -- we weren't going
to all have to stay in one room -- I was going to have a small room (and
bathroom) all to myself, three rooms down from where the rest of them were
staying -- when you're fourteen that is almost enough to make being stuck
in the middle of nowhere exciting.
	After dinner, I sat out by the pool until Mom said I could go
swimming and then jumped into the water. The water was almost as warm as
the air, but it was still refreshing and I was looking forward to spending
a couple more days swimming in a pool where there weren't several hundred
other people using it as well.
	I was lying on my back; peacefully floating with my eyes closed
with I heard a voice shout, "Cannonball!" and something (or someone) hit
the water with a huge splash that resulted in my being dunked under
water. I came up sputtering and ready to start a fight with the person who
had disturbed me. At first, I didn't see anyone, then I saw a boy who
appeared to be my age climbing out of the pool on the other end where an
adult (his mother?) was scolding him for being so inconsiderate to
others. I smiled to myself, perhaps I wouldn't need to do anything, it
appeared that someone else was doing it for me.
	"Now you go over there and apologize to that other young man -- I
know you have better manners than that," she was saying to him.
	"Do I have to?" he asked.
	"Yes, you most certainly do."
	He walked slowly down to the end of the pool where I was now
sitting on one of the steps. "My mom says that I have to apologize for
causing you get dunked," he said, obviously not meaning a single word of
it.
	I looked up at him and the first thing I noticed was that he was
wearing a pair of cut-off jeans that were too big for him instead of a swim
suit and from where I was sitting I could see up his pants leg and had a
view of his cock hanging there. Back then I wasn't exactly sure about where
I was sexually, but I knew that I would really have liked to see more of
his equipment only I didn't think that we would be doing any skinny-dipping
in the motel pool where one side was open to the highway.
	I mumbled something about accepting his apology and he dove into
the water, resurfacing at the other end of the pool. After a short
conversation with his mother, he swam back to my end of the pool and sat on
the step below me.
	"Hey, look. I sorry we started out on the wrong foot, how about we
start all over?" he said, this time it sounded like he really meant it.
	"Okay," I said putting out my hand. "My name's Walter but everyone
calls me Walt."
	He took my hand in his and shook it. "My name is actually Running
Feather, I'm a Lakota Indian, but everyone calls me Rusty."
	I started to smile.
	"That's okay, anyone who isn't Indian tends to laugh, I'm
accustomed to it and it really is kind of funny. I once asked my parents
why they gave me that kind of a name when we don't live on a
reservation. They said something about it being my heritage; only even they
call me Rusty most of the time. Except when I'm in trouble then it's always
my full name."
	"I know how that goes -- whenever I'm in trouble I hear myself
called `Walter Jefferson Franklin'."
	He smiled. "Well, that's not quite as bad. I guess all parents are
pretty much the same, no matter where you're from."
	I nodded.
	"How did you end up here?" he asked.
	I told him about the car trouble and the fact that we would be here
for a couple of days at least.
	"I wish I were only going to be here for a couple of days, only my
parents own this motel and the café so I'm stuck here all the time."
	Now I remembered where I had seen him, he was picking up the dirty
dishes in the café while we were eating.
	"I saw you eating with your family, it was still a bit early for
someone to stop of the night and I figured you were just passing through."
	"Well, I guess we are passing through, but we are going to be here
for a couple of days at least. What's there to do around here, other than
using the pool that is?"
	"Not a whole hell of a lot. The closest movie theatre is over fifty
miles away. In fact, this fall I will ride a school bus that far just to go
to high school -- we only have an elementary school around here."
	"I'm starting high school myself this fall, only I will only have
to walk three blocks to get there."
	"Lucky you," he said as he shoved off back into the water. He
started doing laps of the pool -- it wasn't very long and he was doing
them under water, only taking a breath at each end.
	I tried to imitate him, only I hadn't has as much practice and ran
out of air just beyond the half-way point. As I stopped to gulp down some
air, he shot by me, swimming right between my legs and almost knocking me
off my feet. I thought his hand had glanced off my crotch as he passed, but
I wasn't sure until he did it again on his pass. This time I was certain
that it wasn't an accident.
	On his next pass, I was ready for him and when his hand started to
grab at my crotch I caught it and tried to pull him to a stop, only he was
traveling too fast and managed to pull free after pulling me under for a
moment.
	Okay, two can play this game. As he made his next pass, I stepped
aside and reached down catching hold of his shorts, which started to come
off since they were so large on him. He twisted away but through the water
I did see that he didn't have any tan line. At once, I wondered where he
went sunbathing in the nude -- it obviously wasn't at the motel pool.
	A moment later, he surfaced beside me. "I'm sorry, I hope I didn't
upset you. I was just playing around."
	"You didn't upset me, but you did catch me by surprise."
	"As long as you aren't mad or anything."
	I looked around and noticed that we were alone in the pool yard --
his mother had left and my family appeared to still be in their room
soaking up the air conditioning. The only sound other than ourselves was
the hum of the pool machinery and the occasional car going by on the
highway.
	Rusty sat down next to me on the step, his leg pressing against
mine, creating a warm and tingly feeling that I had never felt before. At
the same time, my cock started to stiffen despite the coolness of the
water. Rusty placed his hand on my knee and it felt like a bolt of
electricity had passed between us.
	Before I could say or do anything, I heard my mother calling me.
	"I'm over here in the pool," I called back.
	"Well, I think it's time for you to get out and dry off -- you're
going to become waterlogged if you stay there much longer. Besides, the
sign says that the pool closes at eight and it is almost nine."
	"Rusty said that as long as we don't make too much noise it is okay
to stay later."
	"I don't care what Rusty said, it's what I say that counts, you
know that. Now tell your friend that you will see him again tomorrow and
come here."
	Rusty and I exchanged grins as I climbed from the pool and started
to towel myself off as I walked toward the room where my mother was
standing watching. I looked back to see Rusty dive into the water again,
swimming the length of the pool like a seal.
	The air conditioning in the room made me feel chilly and I wrapped
my towel tightly around me. Mom had some cake and ice cream waiting on the
table and I made short work of my share.
	"Make sure you close and lock the door of your room, you don't know
who might be hanging around out here," my father said. "I'll come knock on
your door when we get up so that you can join us for breakfast."
	I assured everyone that I would be okay and headed down to my
room. I noticed that Rusty wasn't still in the pool, I was a bit confused
by some of the feelings that he had caused and really wanted to talk with
him about them, but I guessed that I was going to have to wait until
tomorrow now.
	I locked the door as Dad had instructed and then took a shower to
wash off the chlorine before I climbed into bed -- since no one could
check up on me I decided to sleep nude, but I kept my pajama bottoms next
to the bed just in case. I must have been extremely tired as I drifted off
to sleep almost at once.

* * * * *

	I woke to the sound of someone tapping on a door; it took me a
moment to realize where I was. I heard the tapping again, this time I
recognized that it wasn't coming from the outside door, but rather from a
door partially blocked by the head of the bed. Gathering my wits, I quickly
pulled on my pajama bottoms and then said, "Who's there?" I felt a bit
foolish talking to a blocked door, but someone was knocking, of that, I was
sure.
	"Walter, it's me, Rusty. Open the door," came the muffled
reply......
	"Where are you?"
	"Open the door behind the head of your bed," he said softly. "It
leads into my room, I'm right next door."
	I pushed against the bed and it slid aside until the door was no
longer blocked. I waited a moment, did I really want to open the door --
the voice said it was Randy, only I wasn't 100% sure and why would he be
knocking on my door at this time of night?
	The only way to find out was to open the door, so I did.

Chapter Two

	If it wasn't Rusty, or if he wasn't alone I was going to try to
slam the door shut again if I could -- not a problem as it was him and he
was very much alone.
	"May I come in?" he asked.
	"Uh, sure," I said, stepping aside to allow him into the
room. "What are you doing in that room there?"
	"That's my bedroom, this is a motel, remember, and the
owner/manager quarters only has one bedroom, so my brother and I each have
one of the little rooms like yours. When my oldest brother was still living
at home he had that room and I lived in this one where you are staying."
	I nodded. As he was talking, I noticed that he was wearing another
pair of oversize cut-offs and nothing else, and then I noticed that he
seemed to have some sort of large mittens on his hands.
	He saw me looking at his hands and smiled. "I guess these look a
bit strange, don't they?" He tried to pull his hands away from his waist,
which showed that his wrists were attached to a belt around his waist. "I
have to sleep like this every night," he said.
	"Why?"
	"Someone convinced my parents that if a boy is allowed to use his
hands to touch himself at night it may cause him to go insane -- also
that a man only has a limited quantity of sperm and if he spills it all
when he is still a boy he won't be able to father any children when he
grows up."
	I gave him a quizzical look.
	"I didn't say I believe it, only that they do, and as a result I'm
the one who suffers."
	I nodded my agreement. "So your father ties you up like this every
night? How long has this been going on?"
	"I've slept every night tied up since I was eleven, right after I
had my first wet dream, and my father doesn't tie me up any more, now it is
done by my big brother."
	"Then who ties him up?"
	"No one, he doesn't get tied up, he has never left any evidence of
a wet dream in his bed."
	"Huh, I thought all boys had wet dreams, that's what my father told
me after I had my first one and was scared that I had wet the bed."
	"All boys who don't have some other way to get release you mean."
	I nodded. "So, how did he get release?"
	"From me, I've been giving him a blow-job every night since I was
seven, he has never had a wet dream because I have always taken all of his
cum."
	I knew what a blow-job was, I'd heard about them from other guys,
but had never had one myself. "Do you like doing it?"
	"Yeah," he said quickly.
	"Doesn't it taste nasty?"
	"Nah, a bit sweet and a little salty." He smiled and changed the
subject slightly. "Pull down my pants, I want to show you something else."
	I hesitated a moment, the only time I had ever pulled down another
boy's pants had been when I was fighting with Kevin Sawyer in the seventh
grade and then it was just to embarrass him and keep him from chasing after
me.
	"Go ahead, nothing bad is going to happen," Rusty urged.
	I unsnapped his shorts and pulled them down below his knees. When I
looked at his crotch, I could see that the belt that held his hands to his
waist had two additional straps that ran down around his thighs, holding
the belt right on top of his hips. His crotch was covered with a metal cup
that had many small holes in it. His cock and balls were caught up in the
cup so that no one could touch them without removing the entire belt.
	"What happens if you have to pee at night, can you get that thing
off?"
	"Not without the keys, if I really have to pee I make a bit of a
mess, but that is the reason for the holes in the cup."
	"Where are the keys for that thing?"
	"My parents have them."
	"Ugh," I said, thinking about how uncomfortable it must be to sleep
like that every night.
	Rusty stepped out of his shorts and moved right next to me -- I
could feel his body warmth and again the electric current that seemed to be
passing between us.
	"Why don't you take off your pajamas and let me see what you have
under there?" Rusty said rubbing his body against mine.
	I don't think that I even thought about what I was doing, I just
released the drawstring on my pajamas and let them fall to the floor.
	Rusty stepped back a couple of feet and looked my naked body over
like a critic examining a painting for the very first time.
	"Very lovely," he said sincerely.
	I didn't know what to say or do so I just stood there while he
walked completely around me, drinking me in.
	"You are even more lovely than I thought when I first saw you in
the pool. Do you go out for any sports?"
	"Not really, but I have started playing tennis this last year, it's
fun and I guess good exercise."
	"Okay, now I want to show you another exercise that I'm sure you
will like even more than tennis. Lay back down on your bed."
	I did as he instructed and he sat down on the foot of the bed
himself. He rolled around a little bit and then had his face right over my
crotch.
	My cock had started to swell as soon as he told me to drop my pants
and now it was standing at full attention, directly under his face as he
blew his hot moist breath into my crotch.
	Rusty reached out with his tongue, wiping it lightly over the tip
of my erection, licking up the single drop of pre-cum that had accumulated
there. Slowly he lowered his head toward my anxiously waiting prick, his
open mouth slowly engulfing the mushroom shaped head of my circumcised five
incher.
	He closed his lips around the glans and began to lave his tongue
all over the tightly stretched skin of my cockhead. Next, he attempted to
work his tongue into my piss slit, causing sensations that I had never felt
before.
	Slowly he worked his lips down the now rigid shaft of my prick,
working his saliva around the fleshy shaft as it disappeared into his
sucking mouth. Finally, just as I felt the tip of my boyhood press against
the back of his mouth his lips pushed down on my sparse pubic bush. Now he
just lay there with my prick in his mouth, working his tongue around and
around it, finally he started to pull back until only the cockhead was
still captured inside him. After only a moment he again started taking my
tool into his mouth once again. This time he didn't keep his lips pressed
against my groin as long before he started to withdraw. Again and again, he
did the same things, each time a little bit faster and with his lips
pressing a bit harder against the shaft that was invading his oral cavity.
	Now I felt the stirring in my crotch as my nuts started to prepare
to blast the juices that I had learned to catch with a towel so that I
didn't have to spend the night sleeping in a wet bed. I shouted a warning
so that Rusty would have a chance to pull back before I blasted my jism
into his mouth only he just sucked harder. Then with a shout that I felt
sure my parents would hear all the way down to their room I shot what I
felt was the largest load of cum I had ever manufactured. Rusty increased
the suction in his mouth and swallowed, doing his best to make sure that he
didn't lost a single drop of the precious fluid.
	As my orgasm subsided Rusty continued to nibble on the very tip of
my cock, causing some additional sensations the likes of which I hadn't
experienced before, almost as if he were tickling me. It felt strange,
different, erotic, things that I couldn't really explain but knew that I
wanted to happen again, and again.
	When my cock had returned completely to his naturally flaccid state
Rusty pulled back and managed to get back onto his feel beside the bed.
	"Please help me get my shorts back on, if anyone were to find out
that I had been in here with you all hell would break loose and then not
only would I be wearing this foolish things, but I would also be chained to
the bed all night as well."
	I looked at Rusty, questions written all over my face.
	"My best friend is Roaring Thunder Smith, we call him Rory, and his
parents decided that since he has to share a bedroom with his brother, Cool
Wind, we call him Windy, the two boys might help each other to do something
so both of them are locked with chains into their beds every night."
	I helped Rusty to dress and then pushed the door between out room
closed and put the bed back in front of it. I lay there for some time
trying to understand why anyone would do things like that. Even in junior
high school they had a class that helped tell the students about things
that were happening to their bodies. Finally I fell asleep dreaming about
the fantastic feeling that had come from my first blow-job. Now I was
wishing that there were some way I could manage to return the favor to
Rusty by removing those things that his parents forced him to wear at
night.

Chapter Three

	I was up and ready when mom knocked on my door to go down to the
restaurant for breakfast. I saw Rusty cleaning dirty tables while another
boy about our age was mopping the floor in a closed off section of the
dinning room. When I looked out the front window I saw another boy who was
using a broom to clean the parking lot -- I suspected that they were Rory
and Windy.
	As we were returning to our rooms Rusty came up to me and asked,
"Do you know how to ride a horse?"
	"I've done it a couple of times, does that count?"
	He laughed.
	"Well I've only done it on a horse with a saddle, don't your
indians ride bareback?"
	"Only in the movies and on TV."
	"Okay."
	"Rory and Windy and I have the rest of the day off and we are going
to go out to the springs where we can swim without anyone else around.
Would you like to go with us?"
	"I'll have to ask, but I don't have a horse."
	"That's not a problem, we have extras, that is if you want to go
with us."
	Now that was a really foolish question in my mind, I was sure I
would much rather go somewhere where my sister and parents weren't watching
every move I made, only I wasn't sure that I was going to be able to
convince my parents that it was a good idea.
	"I can ask," I said -- only I wasn't too confident about the
results.
	Surprise of surprises -- before mom had a chance to say 'no' dad
spoke up and told me he didn't see any reason why I couldn't go with them --
after all they were local boys so they knew the area and Rusty said that
his mom was going to pack us a picnic lunch. We promised to be back before
dark, but that time of year that was about eight o'clock so it wouldn't be
a problem.
	I followed the Rusty to the barn where Rory and Windy were already
saddling the horses. Rusty's mom arrived with the lunch packed into a set
of saddlebags and some cold drinks in some others.
	I managed to get on the horse without making a total fool of myself
and we headed off into the range away from the town.
	We rode for about an hour and I was beginning to get the hang of
it, only the insides of my thighs were chaffing a bit and when Rusty
pointed toward a small grove of trees and some fairly large rocks I was
more than willing to stop for a bit. Behind the rocks there was a crude
corral where there was an old oil barrel that had been laid on its side and
then cut in half to make a watering trough for livestock that was fed by a
small trickle of water that seemed to flow down the rocks.
	The trees provided shade over both the corral and a group of
smaller rocks that appeared to be a sort of natural picnic table and
bench. Then there was a large pond that the water from the trough as well
as a couple of additional springs fed with both hot and cold water. Rusty
placed the drinks into one of the small springs and then headed down to the
pond.
	"The water is perfect," he said as he put his hand into it. He
turned to me and added, "The combined waters from the hot spring and the
cold one make this the best swimming hole around here."
	"You didn't tell me we were going to go swimming, I didn't bring my
suit," I protested.
	"So," I heard Rory and Windy say at the same time.
	"There isn't anyone within miles of this place right now, besides
where did you think I got that overall tan I saw you looking at yesterday
in the pool?"
	I laughed.
	"Last one in has to take care of the horses," Rory shouted as he
quickly stripped down and dove into the water.
	"That's not fair," I protested as the other boys both joined Rory
in the pond, "besides, I don't know anything about taking care of horses."
	After a minute Windy called out, "That's okay, you are our guest,
you aren't expected to do it, besides which it is my turn."
	The water was a perfect temperature and there was even a rope tied
to a large branch that stuck out over the water were we could swing out
over the pond and then drop down into the water.
	After an hour or so Windy went over to check on the horses and then
he started to bring out the lunch.
	"Do you like hard-boiled eggs?" he asked me.
	"Yeah."
	"Then come over here and I'll show you how we do it around here."
	He had a small mesh basket on the end of a long stick -- he put
the whole dozen eggs in the mesh basket and motioned for me to follow him a
short distance up a path until we came to a small pond of water that
appeared to be boiling.
	"This is the hottest of the hot springs in the area, the water is
over 200 degrees so it only takes about 8 minutes to boil the eggs."
	I looked at the eggs he had in the basket, they were larger than
any I had seen before. "What kind of eggs are those," I asked, "they are
huge."
	"Duck eggs."
	He stuck the basket of eggs into the water and then told me to hold
onto the stick, "Don't let go or the eggs will end up in the bottom of the
spring and the best any can figure that would be about two miles deep."
	The ground around the hot spring was warm against my bare feet but
not uncomfortable.
	"And don't get that water on you or you will be boiled just like
the eggs."
	A few minutes later Windy came back and told me that the eggs were
done. He took the egg basket from me and we walked back down to the picnic
area. Rusty and Rory had laid out the rest of the food and we all settled
down to eat.
	It was the first time I had ever had a picnic in the nude, but it
really didn't feel all that strange after we had been swimming in the nude
for a good part of the day.
	The conversation seemed to revolve around what was going to happen
that fall when Rusty and Rory headed off to the high school while Windy
still had one more year in the school there in town. I told them that I was
going to be going to high school that fall too, only my high school was
only about three blocks away from where I lived -- I'd had to ride my
bike to junior high since I lived just half a block too close to the school
to qualify for the school bus -- in fact the bus drove right past my
house to pick up the kids in the next block. The good part of that was that
I had my bike with me and if I wanted to stay after class for some reason I
didn't then have to find a way to get home.
	Ever since we had arrived at the swimming hole I had been looking
at the bodies of my new friends. For sure they were darker than I was but I
was the only one who might be called 'red' since the Irish in me left my
hair with a bit of a reddish tint. The biggest difference I could see was
that none of them really had much pubic hair -- we were all still too
young to be shaving, but I did have a fairly nice pubic bush, at least when
I compared it to the other guys in my gym class when we took showers. My
new Indian friends really didn't have any pubic hair at all, and while I
was cut all three of them still had foreskins that completely covered their
entire cocks.
	Apparently they were just as interested in me as I was in them. It
was Windy, the youngest, who finally asked me the question that appeared to
be on their minds.
	"How can you jack-off when you don't have any loose skin on your
cock?"
	I thought about it for a moment, I had never given it much
thought. "Well, I do have some Vaseline that I can use if I want to, but
most of the time I get enough from my cock that I don't need it."
	"Rusty said that your parents don't try to stop you from doing it
at night," Rory said.
	"Why should they, it is natural."
	"That's what we have heard too, only old Rev. Jonston has everyone
in his church convinced that the boys won't be able to have any children if
they waste all their sperm jacking off when they are still too young."
	"Don't they have any sort of health classes in your school?" I
asked.
	"Yeah, but Rev. Jonston had convinced everyone in the church that
they are only teaching us how to sin and our parents won't let us attend
the classes."
	"Gads, I saw those things that Rusty has to sleep in every night."
	"Yeah, and we have to do that too, only then they still actually
use chains and locks to keep us in bed all night."
	"So what do you guys do then," I asked innocently.
	Rusty laughed. "That's easy, would you like to join us?"
	Without saying anything more the three boys led me over to an area
where there was a large patch of grass on top of which they lay a blanket
and then all sat down. As soon as I had gotten comfortable Windy rolled
over on his side so that his head was directly in front of my crotch. Now
he used his hands to slowly bring me to a nice erection after which, while
wrapping his arms around me he took my now fully enlarged hard-on into his
mouth and started to slowly suck. At the same time Rusty placed himself so
that he could take Windy while Rory maneuvered himself so that his face was
in Rusty's crotch while his own was right in front of me.
	"This is called a 'daisy chain'," he said before he captured
Rusty's member in his mouth.
	Not wanting to be the odd man out I opened my mouth and took Rory --
his was the first cock I had ever sucked, but I quickly recognized that it
wasn't going to be the last. This was the thing that I had wished I could
have done with Rusty last night if he hadn't been placed in some a position
that I couldn't. I devoted my attention to Rory's cock, sucking long and
hard while I used my hands to massage his nuts as they started to draw up
into his body as they prepared to fill my mouth with his delightful juices.
	It really didn't take very long for all four of us to be right at
that point of no return where we were going to blast off regardless of what
anyone might try to do to prevent it.
	When I felt and then tasted Rory's cum that triggered my own nuts
and they in turn poured their seeds into Windy's waiting mouth. I heard
Rusty as he moaned with pleasure as his own load was dumped into Rory's
sucking mouth and Windy, who might have been the youngest in the group, but
not any less horny, shot wad after wad of his sperm into Rusty's sucking
mouth.
	It was only when all of us had completely drains their nuts that we
released the prizes we had been holding and just laid there for a bit until
finally we each crawled back to our feet and headed back into the pond to
wash off the after effects of our mutual orgasms.
	After spending another hour or so in the water we laid out on the
bank, allowing the sun to dry us before reluctantly dressing for the ride
back into town. All I could think about for the entire ride home was how
all three of these boys would once again be required to spend their entire
night in what appeared to me to be very uncomfortable bondage just because
some old fool of a preacher had brainwashed their uneducated parents so
that he could then could manage to get more money out of them to spread his
gospel of ignorance.
	I may have been young, but I wasn't stupid, only there really
wasn't anything I could do for these guys and that did upset me.

Chapter Four

	When I got back to the motel room my dad was just hanging up the
phone -- the look on his face wasn't happy.
	"That was the guy from the garage, the parts he ordered still
haven't arrived. From the looks of things we could be stuck here for
several more days."
	In my mind I was saying things like 'great!' but I knew better than
to say it aloud.
	"Why don't we go and have dinner then, from the sound of things
there really isn't anything we can do about it right now," mom said.
	Without saying anything else dad led all of us out the door and
down the street to the restaurant. Dinner was rather tense, dad was
muttering about being stuck out here in the middle of nowhere so mom
started to ask me about my day. I thought for a moment, trying to figure
out just what I could or couldn't tell her about my ride into the
wilderness -- I decided that I would just keep it simple, tell about the
swimming hole and the ride on the horse. That seemed to satisfy her.
	After we returned to the motel dad announced that he was going to
go out for a walk, alone, and headed off toward the highway. A few minutes
later I saw Rusty, Rory and Windy in the pool, mom said I could go if I
wanted to so I ran down to my room to get my suit and then joined the guys
in the pool.
	The first thing they asked me was how much longer did I think we
would be staying.
	"I don't know, the guy from the garage called my dad and told him
that the parts for our car hadn't arrived yet."
	"That's about normal around here," Rory said, "hell, the Sunday
paper doesn't arrive here until at least Tuesday." All three of the boys
laughed at that.
	"That may be, but my dad really was angry when I left right after
we got back from dinner. I don't know what he is going to do, but I think
he is going to end up doing something."
	The four of us played and swam in the pool for a couple of hours
until my mother called for me to come back inside. I told me new friends
good night had headed back to my parents room.
	A few minutes later I went back into my own room and turned on the
TV. I was wondering if Rusty was going to come knocking on my door again
tonight only as it got a bit later I grew tired until I finally turned off
the TV, and went to sleep.

	I woke with a start, at first I didn't know what it was that I
heard, then I recognized the way that Rusty had knocked on my door the
night before so I pushed the bed aside and opened the door. There stood
Rusty, once again in all that stupid gear that was designed to prevent him
from doing anything sexy at night. When I started to say something he
whispered that I should keep real quiet for a minute and then he went over
to the outside door of my room and pressed his ear against it.
	"They've left," he whispered.
	"Who's left?" I asked.
	"My parents and Rev. Jonston. I got sent to bed early so that they
could go somewhere. This happens about once a month and when they leave
like that they don't get back until about sunrise. That means that we can
play a lot longer -- that is if you want to."
	I just smiled.
	"And I got something else, too," he said, "come with me."
	When I started to grab for my pajama bottoms he said, "What do you
want those for?"
	I shrugged, tossed them back on the floor beside the bed and
followed Rusty into his bedroom. His room was almost identical to the one I
was staying in, only it had another door that appeared to lead into yet
another room on the other side.
	"First things first," he said as he struggled to open a drawer, not
an easy thing to do the way that he was tied. Now he pointed to a ring of
keys that were there, "Those are the keys that will let you release me. I
found where they left the extra ones and hid them in here before my brother
tied me up tonight."
	It didn't take me very long to release Rusty, only when I had
finished instead of heading to bed he led me to the door at the other side
of his room. He opened it and turned on a light -- there on two separate
beds lay Rory and Windy -- each of them was spread-eagled, and stark
naked.
	"Do they live here too?" I asked.
	"No, but since my brother went with our parents they decided that
they would just leave the these guys here too. I do think that leaving then
naked was my brother's idea of a joke -- he uses them the same way he
uses me and he knows that they would be doing each other if they
could. This way they can even see each other but still can't do anything --
this is his idea of fun."
	Rusty took the keys from me and tried to fit the keys into the
locks holding the other boys to the beds.
	"Damn it to hell," Rusty said, "the keys to release them aren't
here."
	I looked at the padlocks that help the two boys, "Hell, we could
break those open without much effort."
	"Yeah, only then in the morning they would be able to see that they
had been released, that would cause more trouble than it is worth. Sorry
guys but it looks like you're going to be sending the night the same way
you usually do."
	"Except that tonight we're naked," Rory said.
	I walked over to where Rory was tied and cupped his nuts with one
hand. "Well, you may not be moving too much, but I'm sure that I can bring
you some pleasure."
	I now bent over and took his cock in my mouth. After a minute I
climbed on top of him so that my crotch was now directly over his
face. Rory knew just what to do and opened his mouth to capture my boyhood,
clasping his lips around the gans and working his tongue around and around
the head. I glanced over and say that Rusty was doing the same thing with
Windy. Our two playmates were helpless, but it was obvious that they were
still having a really great time.
	It didn't take very long before all four of us were once again
shooting our loads of boy-snot deep into the sucking mouths of our
partners.
	When I had finished I just sort of collapsed onto Rory's body, his
now soft cock still held in my mouth and mine in his. Rory was trying to
bring mine back to erection and I did the same with him, only it appeared
that we both were going to have to wait a bit before we could regenerate
anything.
	We must have laid there for an hour or more Rusty brought up a bit
of reality. "We had better go back into my room so that Walt can put me
back into those damned chains and mittens -- for sure I don't want my
brother or my parents to know that I had found those keys."
	With great reluctance I followed Rusty back into his room where
once again I carefully locked into all that stuff that he had to wear every
night. Then before I returned to my own room I kissed him on the mouth, one
thing that I had never done with another boy before -- he tasted a bit of
Windy's cum and a lot of just good old Rusty.
	After closing the connecting door I pushed the bed back against it
and laid down to get some sleep with thoughts about what we might do the
next day.

Chapter Five

	I heard someone knocking on my door and when I opened my eyes I saw
that it was still dark outside. At first I thought it was Rusty again on
the connecting door, only then the knocking came again, louder this time
and I heard my mothers voice.
	"Walter, you need to get up, we are leaving," she called through
the door.
	Leaving, we were leaving, only dad said that the parts for the car
hadn't arrived yet last night -- I was confused.
	Quickly I dressed, threw my things back into my suitcase and toted
it down to the room where my parents and sister were staying. In front of
the room my dad was stuffing things into the back of an old station-wagon.
	"Whose car is this?" I asked.
	"Our," he replied. We can't just sit around this two-bit town for
the rest of our lives, I need to get back to work and you need to finish
getting ready to start high school next month."
	I handed him my suitcase.
	"Now, go in and help your mother and sister finish packing -- I
want to be on the road in the next ten minutes."
	When dad wanted to get going the only thing you could do was hurry,
if you didn't you would hear about it.
	Mom and sis were almost ready and in fact we were on the road
within the ten minute limit that dad had set. I looked around, hoping to
see at least one of my new friends to say good-bye but everything was dark
around the motel, even the restaurant hadn't opened for the day yet.
	It must have been almost two hours later that we stopped for some
breakfast -- when traveling with dad you knew that he only stopped when
the car needed gas, or he needed to use the restroom and the only thing you
ever say along the road was the blur of the world as you passed by. This
fresh car didn't have any air conditioning so the rest of the trip was
spent much the same way as so many others in the past had been spent,
sweating.
	We had left in such a hurry that I hadn't even been able to give
Rusty and his friends my address so that we could at least keep in touch
with each other. What can I say, that's life I guess.

	It was several years later before I made another driving trip to
see grandma and grandpa, I'd been there sooner, but I had flown. Now I was
trying to schedule things so that I might spend the night in that same
little Wyoming town -- I know that old saying about you can never come
home again, well that wasn't home where I was headed, but I found that the
rest of the story was about the same.
	The motel was gone, just some gravel and some evidence that a
swimming pool had once been there. The restaurant was still there, only now
it was serving Chinese food and when I asked about Rusty and the motel no
one seemed to know anything about anyone.
	There was another motel in town and when I check in I asked about
Rusty and his family again -- the young girl at the front desk said that
she had only lived in town about a year, but if I really wanted to find
someone I should stop at the post office in the morning, the woman there
had lived here all her life and if anyone knew anything she would be the
one.
	The next morning I was waiting when the post office opened for
business. I waited a few minutes while some of the locals came in to pick
up mail and such and then when we were alone I walked up to the woman in
the window.
	"Can I help you," she said rather business-like.
	"I hope so. The girl at the motel said that you had been around
here for a long time and might be able to help me find someone."
	"I guess you could say I've been here a while," she said with a
chuckle, "I've lived here all my life and I'll turn 71 next week."
	"Then let me start by wishing you a happy birthday," I said.
	"Thanks, now what is it that you want to know?"
	"It is about that other motel, the one that isn't there any more
..." I started to say.
	"Oh, you mean the Twilight Inn. Yeah, that burned down quite a few
years ago now."
	"Ah, what happened to the people who owned it? We stayed there one
time for a couple of days when we had car trouble and I got to know some
boys, they said they were Lakota Sioux, the one was called Rusty and he had
a couple of friends called Rory and Windy."
	"Yeah, I knew all of those boys, it was really a tragedy what
happened."
	I looked at her questioningly.
	"They all died in the fire. Someone fell asleep with a lit
cigarette and that old place burned like it was made of paper. When they
managed to get inside of what was left of the place they found all three of
those boys all tied to their beds. When the story came out it appeared that
their parents had been tying them to the beds for years because that old
fool of a Reverend had convinced them that that was the only way to make
sure that the boys didn't waste all their seed doing the things that most
boys do at that age. After that people stopped paying any attention to the
old fool, but it was too late for those three lads."
	The sadness I felt must have shown on my face.
	"Then they were friends of yours."
	"Yeah, they were."
	She nodded and then someone else came into the post office so I
headed back out into the street.
	A few minutes later I was headed back out onto the new Interstate
highway, this was just another little town that had been bypassed from the
new highway -- I've never stopped there again, but I will never forget
those boys either.

The End