Date: Sat, 04 Dec 2004 07:38:43 +0000 From: Rebel 101 Subject: Caught With Shadow - Chapter 7 (m/t/dog, oral, anal) Caught With Shadow By Rebel Author's Note: Thank you all very much for the encouragement. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to Rebel777@hotmail.com. Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between young boys, and a young male dog, and an older male. If material of this nature offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. * * * * * * * Chapter 7 – The Day after the Night Before `WHAT?!?!' I thought as my astonished face looked over at Dillon lounged back comfortably on the couch. "Uuh... uuh... Dillon, I don't think that's a very good idea. I mean, what if your folks call or something, expecting you to be there? Won't somebody be worried if you're not home? Uuh... uuh..." I stammered. The relaxed smile disappeared from Dillon's face, and he sat up immediately; in fact, his movement was so quick, Shadow `alerted' and sat upright to watch us. "You want me to leave," he said more as a statement and a question. "But I thought that we... well, we shared... Oh, I'm sorry, I just kinda figured..." his voice trailed off as his embarrassment increased and he started to blush. I put my hands on his shoulders and just held him at arm's length until he finally looked up at me. There weren't any tears, but I had a difficult time trying to read his face. "Dillon, obviously we haven't communicated very well with each other. Let's take a second and level with each other, ok?" He nodded his head slowly and looked over to Shadow. "It's ok Shadow; lay down boy," he said as he sat down on the arm of the couch, and Shadow eased back down to the floor. I sat in the recliner, nervous as hell, trying to find the right words. Dillon had spent a lifetime learning to read people and to stay unnoticed, so I wasn't too surprised when he read me correctly and saw that I wasn't agitated, just nervous. He leaned across the couch arm, placed his hand on mine, and said, "I'm sorry Blaine, I didn't mean to surprise you. I thought that when you invited me down for dinner, it just kinda extended for all night. I figured that we might get into something, so I brought the lube and a change of clothes, along with food for Shadow." I sat there quietly, trying to get a "reassuring smile" to form, but it wasn't happening. I wanted to put him at ease, and me too, but I didn't know what to say. Finally, I found a voice and squeaked, "Well, I," cleared my throat, "You know this is all so new to me, and I'm just coming to terms with you being a part of my life, so I never gave a thought to the possibility of you staying overnight. I just rather `assumed' that you would come down for dinner, and yes, maybe play around some, but that you'd be going home to sleep. I just didn't think about anything else. You know what they say about `assume' don't you?" "Yeah, the coaches at school use that on us all the time; `If you assume, then it makes an `ass' out of `u' and `me'," he recited. I chuckled at his singsong voice, and noticed that his smile had returned. "Ok, so what are we gonna do?" I asked him. "I didn't put two and two together about your parents being gone, then you would be free and alone for the weekend. Of course, you're welcome to stay here. I have plenty of room, and we ARE friends, so it's just up to you; what do you want to do?" "I'd like to stay here," he said in a small voice, looking at me through his bangs. "Ok, that's settled. Now, about sleeping arrangements--" "I wanna sleep with you," Dillon interrupted. "Ah... well, I did say you were my `kid brother' and brothers do sometimes sleep together, so I guess it's ok," I told him with a lot of misgivings. Dillon grinned from ear to ear, got up off the couch, and sat in my lap, throwing his arms around my neck. "Great! I'm glad you saw things my way, big brother," he said as he snuggled up to my neck. Then he got back up and extended his hand. "C'mon, let's go to bed," he surprised me again. As I rose, I caught a whiff of his chlorine-encrusted body. "Ugh, you stink little brother. I probably do too, so we'd better take a shower before we hit the sack." "Ok, c'mon, I'll wash your back," he blithely said. "Ah... no," I said, "You take a shower while I close up the house, then I'll be in there." Dillon pouted out his lower lip, but I could tell he wasn't serious. "Where does Shadow sleep?" "Usually on my bed with me," Dillon informed me. "Ok then, this is gonna be a night of firsts," I told him. He looked at me quizzically, so I explained. "I've never slept with a man or a dog before." "It'll be fun; you'll see," he said as he headed down the hall. I picked up our empties from the living room, threw out the pizza box, set the dishes in the dishwasher, and wiped down the counter. "Well Shadow, I guess that's about all the stalling I can do here," I told the dog as I stepped across him to lock the patio doors and turn off the pool lights. After locking the front door and turning off the rest of the lights, I turned back to him and said, "Ok Shadow, let's go to bed." He just kinda looked at me so I called, "C'mon boy, let's go." He got up from the floor and padded along behind me as we went down the hall. Dillon had obviously found the master bedroom and turned on the lights. As soon as Shadow saw the bed, he went to the foot and immediately lay down, amazing me once again. Since I only had sweats on, I just went into the bathroom and discovered the place in a fog; obviously, Dillon liked his showers hot. "You ok in there?" I asked, announcing my presence. "Yeah," Dillon called out, "I hope it was ok that I used some of your shampoo?" "Sure, that's fine," I called back, leaning against the counter. I heard the water cut off and the glass door slide to one side. I reached for a towel off the rack, handed it to him, and watched as he dried himself. He was really a sight to behold, and I watched intently as he worked the towel over his lithe, young body. `Oh boy,' I thought, `This is gonna be one hell of a night.' "Your turn," Dillon said as he stepped from the enclosure. Since he'd seen me naked before, I had no problem shedding my sweats and stepping in. As I stepped in front of Dillon, the little bounder slapped me on the butt, and scooted over to the commode. I gave him a dirty look, but just continued into the shower and closed the door. `So far, so good,' I thought as I looked down and saw that my dick was behaving himself – for once. I started the shower and reached for the soap when I heard Dillon cuss. "What?" I called out. "Oh, I just forgot my toothbrush in my rush to get here," he yelled to me. "That's ok; look in the second drawer on the left; help yourself," I told him. "Damn, what do you do, buy them by the case?" I chuckled. "No, you can blame that on my dental hygienist; she insists that I have a new one every time I get my teeth cleaned, so she loads me up with toothpaste and floss too," I told him. I realized what he saw; there must have been two dozen toothbrushes, and as many small tubes of toothpaste and containers of floss. I really was prepared for a sleepover, thanks to dental samples. I finished my shower and was wondering what was going to happen now when I slid the door open and found that I was alone in the room. I got out, dried off, brushed my teeth, and then walked into the bedroom to find Dillon sitting on the end of the bed wearing a clean pair of boxers, stroking Shadow's ears. He smiled when I approached. "I usually sleep naked, but I didn't want to `assume' anything," giggling under his breath. "All right smartass, I usually sleep naked too, so why don't we both just be comfortable and not worry about it," I told him with no other motives in mind. His grin widened and he stood, shucked the boxers to the floor, and kicked them over to his bag that he'd retrieved from the kitchen. I watched, amazed, as he headed around the bed and dove under the covers. "How did you know I slept on this side? And while we're at it, how did you know where the bedroom was?" I asked him as I turned on the bedside lamp and flipped off the overhead light. "Well, your alarm clock is on that side of the bed, and as for the room, most all of these houses are built just about the same. My house is like a mirror image of this one, except there are two bedrooms here, where you have only one. And my friend Garret's house is just like this, except it's on two levels." All I could do was shake my head thinking about how observant he was. As I slid between the sheets, I said, "Well, when we moved in, my ex liked the big bed, so we took out a wall and made this all one room, but there were two here before." "Yeah, this bed is huge. You almost need a cell phone just to talk to each other," Dillon said as he moved closer to me. I was lying on my back and Dillon wasted no time in cuddling in close and resting his head on my chest. I put my arm around his back and held him close. "This is nice," he whispered. "I've slept with Garret lots of times, but this feels much better." I laid there thinking the same thing. I was at ease with myself and everything felt `right'. As my thoughts were just drifting, I heard a whine and whimper. We both looked down and you could just barely see two dark brown eyes peeking at us over our toes. "He usually sleeps with me," Dillon whispered. "C'mon Shadow, you might as well be up here too," I called to the dog, which earned me a big hug from Dillon. With no run or anything, it looked like Shadow just bounced right up onto the bed with us, made his way to the far side, and immediately lay on his belly. All I could do was shake my head. "Everybody comfy?" I asked as I reached for the lamp switch. "I am now," I heard in the dark as Dillon pushed closer to me. We must have both been totally exhausted, because I don't remember anything else – just blissful sleep. I slept fitfully that night. It had been a while since anyone had shared my bed, and I don't remember any bed partner who clung so desperately to me. It was almost as if I was a life raft, and in a way, I guess I am. I didn't have the heart to push him away, even though his every movement would wake me. Sometimes I'd look over and always see two black eyes reflected in the light coming from the street. Shadow was just watching, knowing his place with his master. In some strange way, this made me feel safer and more relaxed too. When I woke again, the clock read 7:38, and I noticed that I was alone. I could smell the aroma of fresh brewed coffee wafting through the house. `Funny, I don't remember setting the coffeemaker last night,' I thought through the fog of waking. I started to get out of bed and head to the bathroom, and that's when I saw this brown mass go out of the door. By the time I was finished peeing, Dillon had a tray sitting on the bed with two steaming mugs of coffee, with sugar and creamer on a tray. "I didn't know if you took cream or sugar, so I brought them both," a wide-awake Dillon told me. "Wow, this is nice Dillon, thank you," I said. "Did you leave Shadow in here when you left?" "Yup, I told him to come get me when you got up. He didn't bother you did he?" he asked, concerned. "Not a bit, I just wasn't expecting to see him and not you," reaching down to scratch Shadow's ears as I spoke. "He really is a companion for you, isn't he," I said, looking into his beautiful eyes. Dillon grinned that lopsided grin of his and I reached across and patted his bare leg as he sat sipping his coffee. We just looked at each other as we worked on the coffees, smiling sometimes, and just thinking our own thoughts. I watched Dillon finish his cup, set it on the tray, and move the tray to the other nightstand. He then slid back under the covers and snuggled up close. I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but I was `up' for anything. He had his head resting on my chest again as I finished my coffee and set it on the nightstand. As I returned my arm to my side, I felt him slide his hand down to my very much awake erection. "Oooohh, waiting for me huh," he giggled and started a slow motion stroke up and down the shaft. "That feels good Dillon, but you're doing it so well, it's not gonna take a lot," I warned him. "Oh, well, in that case, I'd better find some other play toy," he said and started to suck on the nipple closest to him. It was such a shock to me; I'd never had anyone do that to me before, and I felt an electric shock shoot through me as he started to nibble. "Ooooohhhh God, where did you learn that trick?" I moaned in his ear. He must have taken that as a compliment, because I then felt him attack my other nipple with his now free hand. He then started to massage my nipples like there was no tomorrow, even using his teeth a bit and his fingernails. It was one of the most erotic things I have ever felt. All I could do was to keep up a constant string of moans and groans, and try to not squirm around too much. It was feeling so good, I didn't notice that Dillon had moved on top of me and was rubbing against my already over-excited cock. He slowed his movements and let me come down from the apex I was ascending. I wasn't sure, but the thought flashed through my mind that he was teasing me. Dillon raised his head, grinning at me, then slid up my body and planted a kiss on my open mouth. As we were tongue wrestling, I felt my cock slip past Dillon's balls and pop back up. He then slid back a bit and started a slow up and down rhythm, applying pressure on my cock with his butt cheeks. I could feel my pre-cum flowing readily and gradually lubing his crack. As he started moving more, I felt my cockhead sliding over his little boy hole. On one of his downstrokes, I felt my cockhead slip inside. I froze until I saw the smile on Dillon's face change into that evil grin of his as he slid his body back and impaled himself in one, smooth movement. "Oh god, that feels soooo good," he moaned. I had never felt something so exquisite and so intoxicating in my life. It was warm and soft, wet and tight, all at the same time. Dillon then raised up to a sitting position and drove the remainder of my cock deep inside his little boy butt. As I felt him rubbing against my pubic hair, I was so close to shooting, I was clenching my teeth trying to concentrate on NOT cumming. Dillon must have recognized my predicament as he just sat still, grinning down at me. "I've wanted this so long Blaine, and now I have a real man deep inside me," he breathed hoarsely. "You don't have to--" He put a fingertip to my lips, and then said, "I just want my big brother to feel as good as I do. You've made me so happy." Dillon then started a slow movement side to side and back and forth as he kept constant downward pressure on my pubes. I could feel his insides massaging my cock as his gyrations would force my cockhead into contact with different parts of his body. He started a slight motion with his hips that had the effect of sliding my cock in and out of his clinging hole. It wasn't long until I was panting and building up once more. I knew that it was going to happen this time and placed my hands on his hips to feel him move. That impish grin on Dillon's face never wavered; he knew he was driving me nuts! He started rubbing my nips, HARD, between his thumb and finger. That was all I could stand. "AAAHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYEEEEEE!" I screamed as I shot load after load into his tight, waiting ass while Dillon kept his movements slight, milking the cumload from my hypersensitive dick. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I held solidly to Dillon's hips, effectively stopping all movement on top of me. He eased slowly down onto my heaving chest and passionately kissed my mouth. He definitely knew what he was doing, and I was ever so glad that my first time was with someone who knew what he was doing, even if he was only fourteen years old. We lay there quietly enjoying each other's body with me still buried deep in his fine little boy bottom. I looked over beside us and saw a big brown head resting on the far side of the bed watching every movement of his master, but not trying to climb on the bed. `Thank goodness for well-trained dogs,' I thought. As my world returned to `normal' and my senses returned, I was amazed to find that I was still hard; `this wasn't the way it usually went,' I thought. I was expecting Dillon to raise off of me and we'd shower, now that things were `done'. Again, this treacherous little imp surprised me by raising himself back to his sitting position, and starting to move his body up and down on my shaft. "I don't think there's anything left Dillon, you wiped me out," I said as he looked down at me from his perch. "That's not what your cock is telling me," he grinned as he kept rising and falling. "Dillon, I've never cum twice in a row in my life that I can remember," I told him. "I don't think I'm gonna stay hard much longer." "Oh yes you will," he told me. "That one was for you, and I know you enjoyed it, but this one is for me," he said as he started to move with more purpose. I tried to remember any time that I had cum twice in a row; I just always thought it was a `one shot deal,' and never tried. I remembered that I usually just had a quick jerk-off in the boy's room at school to get rid of a troublesome hard-on, and even in the quiet solitude of my bed at night, I would slowly work myself up to a great orgasm, but then it was just clean up with a towel, and then roll over and go to sleep. All the times I had been with ladies in high school and college, it was usually the same thing; I'd make sure to get them off either with my tongue or my cock buried inside their warm pussies, but after I shot, then it was over and we'd either go to sleep or off to do other things, like a school dance. Even the years married to Cindy, looking back, I guess our lovemaking was pretty mundane, with much the same scenario. I was totally amazed that I was still hard and that his hot ass was working me up again. As I returned to the present, Dillon was moving back and forth on my cock as well as impaling himself deeply with almost every thrust. "Does the back and forth movement feel better Dillon?" I asked. "Oh yeah," he replied in a dreamlike voice. "When I pull forward on your cock, like this," he said as he moved a little forward, "It drives your cockhead into my button inside and REALLY feels great!" he said as he thrust himself down hard into my pubes. "But I can't do it every stoke – I just can stand it," he muttered as the next few strokes were aimed toward his back. `Wow, this boy really knows his own body,' I thought as I felt myself being drawn up the side of the mountain again. As his movements became more frantic and erratic, almost letting my cock all the way out, I remembered how great it felt for me, so I grabbed his hard little nipples and started working them in my fingers. "Oh god Blaine, that's fantastic – yes, keep going – that's perfect," Dillon started chanting. His moans got louder and more incoherent as he was bringing us both to a mind-blowing climax. I felt my cock swell inside him and start to spew out another load. "AAHHHHHHH, OH GGGGOOOODDD!" I yelled. Dillon grabbed his hard-as-marble cock, bending it down and aiming it at my chest and mouth. "AAAYYYYYYYYEEEEEEE!!!! YEAH – YEAH – YEAH!!" he screamed into the air, howling like a wolf as he shot his load onto me, the first shot hitting my face and mouth. I continued unloading into his hot ass, spasming around my cock as Dillon kept shooting onto my chest and belly. I knew I was spent this time, and I felt my cock soften and loudly `pop' from his well-used hole. Dillon looked over to the side of the bed and called, "Shadow," and the dog was on the bed in seconds. This was all new territory for me, and I just lay there watching and feeling Shadow licking us both clean of all the boy cum. His raspy tongue cleaned my sensitive nips and my belly as I licked the remnants from my face. Dillon fed him his slippery cockhead for cleaning, and then jumped off the bed, leaving me to endure Shadow's licks. "Ok, that's enough. `Down Shadow'," I commanded, and Shadow dutifully jumped off the bed and sat on the floor looking up at us. "Wow, that was different," I told Dillon. "Good, I'm glad you liked it. C'mon let's get a shower and something to eat – I'm starved," he said as I'm still trying to follow his mercurial change of topics. I shook my head and crawled out of the bed, feeling as if I was 90 years old. There's no way I could keep up with this randy teenager. As I staggered my abused body into the bathroom, Dillon was adjusting the oversized shower to a warm spray. He turned and took my cock gently in his hand, leading me directly into the spray. When we moved into the house, Cindy and I had the bathroom remodeled to accommodate an oversized shower with two showerheads, and a double Jacuzzi tub for soaking. As I leaned against the wall, Dillon lathered his hands and a washcloth, and started to clean my body. As my strength returned under the invigorating sting of the shower, I reached for the soap and did the same to him. I was glad that he seemed satiated for the moment and just washed my body – I knew I wasn't up for anything else. As we were drying, Dillon turned to me and said, "I'm gonna treat you to breakfast. That is, if you'll drive us to McDonalds." I figured that I was still too `done in' by the morning festivities, so I didn't object at all. I just leaned into him, took him in my arms, and gave him a big hug. "Thank you Dillon; that was the best," I whispered in his ear. As we separated, I could see his blush all over his body. He timidly looked away, but I thought I saw something in the corner of his eye. We dressed and headed to the garage, and then I remembered Shadow. "Both of my cars are only two-seaters Dillon, what do we do with Shadow?" I asked him. "Oh, that's no problem; I'll just put him on the deck. He's usually outside all day while I'm at school," he told me as he went to the patio doors, snapped his fingers, and Shadow dutifully trotted outside as he closed the door. I again shook my head, marveling at the amount of time he must have spent training Shadow, and it showed. We entered the garage and I looked at Dillon and said, "Your choice Dillon; which do we drive to McDonalds?" His eyes almost popped out of his head. "Oh wow, a `Vette and a new T-Bird. You got it made Blaine, these are great!" he exclaimed. "I think I still like the old `Vette better – can we take it?" "Sure," I said as I pushed the button for the door opener on that side of the garage. We walked over and I watched as Dillon almost reverently opened the door on the passenger side and slid into the seat. He was in awe as he sat there looking around at the interior of the 38-year-old sports car. "Ah, Dillon, you need to fasten your seatbelt and close the door before we can leave." Almost by rout, he reached for the belt but couldn't find the end or the shoulder strap. I chuckled and said, "Dillon, this car is older than I am. They didn't have those new-fangled seatbelts back then," as I touched the release on the center console and handed him the end of his belt. "These are the old-fashioned type, like you have on airplanes." He blushed a little and sheepishly commented, "I've never been on an airplane." Considering all the time I spend on airplanes, I didn't even think about that being a possibility. "Well, pull this end and let the belt part slide through the buckle," which he did. "Now, there's another part down there on the side by the door that this slips into," and I could see him feeling for it, and then heard the distinctive `click' of his belt. "Now, pull on this loose end until it's tight, but not too tight," I told him while I watched his progress. "All set?" I asked. Dillon grinned up at me and said, "Yup. Hey, these are really kinda neat," he said as he looked around at the austere interior. I started the powerful V-8, backed out of the driveway, and headed into town as I punched the remote control. Dillon still seemed in awe as we approached the intersection leading from our subdivision to the main road. I knew the speed limit was 40mph along here, so I decided to give him a thrill. Even though it wasn't warmed up, I nosed around the corner, stomped my foot to the floor, grabbed a power-shift to second gear, and watched as Dillon just about shit his pants being pushed back into seat from the power. Oh, the power and torque of these old `muscle cars', I reminisced. I eased off because I knew without looking that I was speeding. Dillon looked over at me, almost white, then grinned from ear to ear. "Oh my god Blaine, how fast will she go?!" he asked. We conversed about cars in general, and this `Vette in particular as we headed to the nearest McDonalds. He was an avid listener, soaking up everything like a sponge. We pulled into the parking lot amid the stares from other patrons and I eased the powerful machine into a parking slot. I've become rather used to the stares of people whenever I drive the grand old lady, but all of it was new to Dillon. "Why is everybody looking at us?" he asked. "They're looking at the car, not at us," I assured him. I turned the engine off, undid my belt, and started to exit. "Uh, Blaine," I heard from Dillon, "Uh, how do I get out of here?" I looked over at the perplexed boy and saw that he had released his seatbelt, and then it dawned on me what the problem might be. "There's a knob up by your right shoulder; just give it a push toward the back and the door will unlatch." He looked back over his shoulder, pushed the knob, and the door popped open. Now, getting in and out of a car when the seats are only about six inches off the ground takes a little practice, and I almost laughed out loud as I watched him all but crawl on his knees out of the passenger seat with that cute little butt of his pointed in the air. We walked inside amid the usual oohhhs and aahhhs of the other people, and I answered a few questions as we looked at the menu. I had forgotten how much it takes to feed a growing boy. After I placed my order, Dillon asked for 4 sausage McMuffins with egg, 2 orders of hash browns and a large Coke. My mouth must have dropped, because he chuckled at me and said, "Close your mouth; it catches flies," as he reached in his pocket and paid for our breakfast. I recovered quickly and retrieved napkins and straws from the back counter as Dillon picked up the tray and led me to a booth. I'm sure he enjoyed my befuddlement and him being in charge for a change. As we talked, I asked him, "What do you wanna do today?" A cloud seemed to pass across his face, and I noticed his demeanor changed. "Well, I guess I'd better take Shadow home, but other than that, I guess I'll just stay there or maybe go over to Garret's." I watched as he fidgeted in his seat, and it seemed like he wanted to say something more, but I figured that he had been trained not to ever voice an opinion. "Dillon," and I saw him tense, so I leaned in closer and said, "Babe, after all the things we've done together, don't you think that maybe we're close enough that you can say whatever you want to me?" I saw him relax some but still looked up at me with a guarded expression. "Look, I'm not your dad – I'm not gonna bite your head off," I told him. He heaved his shoulders and sighed then said, "Well... uuhhh... well, I'd kinda like to ask Garret to come down and we could go swimming this afternoon – if that's ok." "Now, was that so hard?" I asked him. He just grinned back at me. "Sure you can; do you want to give him a call?" "Ok, yeah, that'd be great!" he exclaimed, bouncing in his seat. "Yeah, I can call him when we get home." "Why wait?" I told him while I handed him my cell phone. He took it, treating it almost like the Holy Grail and dialed a number. When he slid the phone to his ear, he didn't have it real tight, and I could hear it ringing, then I heard a woman's voice say, "Hello." "Hi Mrs. Wilson, this is Dillon, could I speak to Garret please?" using his best manners to his friend's mother. Then I heard a scream in the phone, and Dillon had to pull it away from his ear. Then we both heard the voice say, "You're ok – we were so worried. Garret went down to your house last night but you weren't there..." And I saw a look of panic come onto his face. The voice was still going on and on, but I started to worry about what Dillon would say about where he had been. Then we heard the voice say, "Garret's right here, just a sec." Another voice came on the line, obviously a young boy's voice than hadn't started to change much yet. "Dillon, where are you? What's going on? Are you ok? Where were you last night?" "I'm sorry Garret, I forgot that I was s'pose to go down there last night. After the folks left, I took Shadow out for a walk and met this guy in the neighborhood," he said and I started to panic. `What was he saying?' "I went for a swim in the pool in his back yard and forgot to call. I didn't think to call your mom – she must be mad as hell at me. Tell her I'm sorry, ok?" There was some talk in the background then Garret asked, "Where are you now?" "I'm at McDonalds having breakfast. My dad gave me money so I came down here," he told his friend. "I should be home in about an hour or so, and I was wondering if you'd like to go swimming this afternoon?" he asked, effectively deflecting any more questions. `Boy this kid is good at this,' I couldn't help thinking as I looked at him admiringly. They went on with some small talk, then Dillon handed me the phone back, and I had to turn it off. He looked up at me and saw my blanched face, then he reached across the table and briefly touched my hand. "Whew, that was close. I'm sorry Blaine, I screwed up, but I promised you that nobody would ever find out about us, and I meant it. I hate to lie to anyone, so I try to not say anything at all, but Garret's gonna be full of questions. I forgot that my mother had told Mrs. Wilson that they'd be gone this weekend and I'm sure everyone, including me, just sorta figured that I'd be down there while they were gone. I shoulda called her, but I was in too much of a hurry to see you again." I relaxed back into my seat and exhaled a sigh of relief. "That's ok Dillon, I've come to recognize that you're a man of great many talents, and I'll just have to trust it to you to keep our secret. You know what could happen, so you'll have to come up with some sort of story for your friend. Do you still want to come down and swim?" I asked him. "Sure, and it won't be any problem with Garret; he's prob'ly already forgotten about it. If you're finished, maybe we should head back so I can get Shadow and go back to my house," he said, and started gathering our trash to throw away. We drove back to my house, both of us in thought, and then put the car back in the garage. Shadow was waiting for us semi-patiently, prancing at the patio door. Dillon opened the door and pet the dog for a minute to let him know we were back. Dillon came back into the house, collected his things together, and repacked the bags for Shadow to carry. He was kneeling on the deck securing the harness to Shadow when he said, "I'll go out your back gate and use the alley to get home. That way, I'm not on the street and people won't see me. If it's still ok with you, I'll call and let you know what Garret says about swimming." "Sure, whatever works for you guys. I'm not planning on going anywhere," I replied. He stood up and gave me a hug and a kiss, and then said, "Don't worry, everything's ok. I'll call later; prob'ly about noon, then we'll be down after that." I watched his taught, teen body move lightly across my deck and disappear through the back gate. `I sure hope so Dillon, I sure hope so,' I thought to myself. To Be Continued... Hehehee... sorry about the cliffhanger; I just couldn't resist. I hope you all enjoyed the chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'll start working on the next chapter later tonight.