Date: Thu, 14 Jun 2012 10:27:01 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Amoral Revisited 2

Amoral Revisited
by:   dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

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2:  On The Lamb

My mentor had advised it, keeping my old name in reserve, he also advised
that I make sure, nothing that would easily identify me would be left in my
trail.  No one knew where I lived or did business except my customers who
knew where I did business.  I had rented by the month and it included all
utilities.  In the office, I made sure not to leave fingerprints or DNA
around but that was only marginally possible.  I was sure the storm would
level that old rundown building anyway.  My life, being my captain's
papers, drivers license, passport, credit cards and so on, were in my
possession at all times.  I thought I would start using my old name and
give my dead brother's name to Sandy.  Since we are blond and blue eyed
that should work.  Even though Andy would now be 14, not 12 but I had a
plan for explaining that too.  I still haven't figured out quite how to get
his death certificate to go away.

The client/buyer pulled along side and we exchanged lines.  It was a bit of
a struggle on the rough water but we got all the product transferred.  I
explained the overage resulted from our inability to find the pervious
buyer and make delivery.  They had no problem taking a small extra amount.
We both sent our text messages to the bank.  I said my good byes to Tony
and Jacks.  We wished each other well and they jumped onto the other craft,
following their gear.  We released the lines and they sped away, back to
Panama City.

I coiled up the line, got Sandy up to the wheel house with me and at full
throttle headed for Cedar Key.  I rounded up all the firearms and ammo on
board, dumping them over.  I also dumped all the garbage and anything that
could identify us.  I know, one is not supposed to do this but I had little
choice.  Sandy went over every surface he could reach, with a cleaning rag.
I didn't care about Jacks or Tony's prints or DNA but I didn't want mine or
Sandy's around in some missing person's data base.  He cleaned the cabin
completely, stripped the beds and we dumped the bedding. He scrubbed the
head down as best he could. Not that anyone would officially be looking for
Slats Slater.  The company people would, as would all the buyers I knew;
since I had always been scrupulously honest from the business side, they
would miss me.  They would soon give up, when it was apparent I was out of
the business or dead and no threat to them.

The kid is smart for his age.  He was inspecting all my bags and finally
asked, "Where is the money?"

"Already in the bank."

"How'd you do that?"

"Easy, the money is held by the bank in trust, when they get two text
messages, one from me and one from the client, they move the money and text
us back."

"Oh."

"Listen to me Sandy; it is very important.  You now have a new name, it is
Andy Maki.  That is spelled M, a, k, i., and my name is now Matias Maki,
Matias is Finn for Martin, and I'm your big brother."

"Why not my dad?"

"I'm not old enough, and you are now 14."

"I don't look 14; I don't look 12."

"I know, I'll fill you in on that later.  But I don't look 25 either.  We
Makis look younger then we are.  Now this is what is happening.  We will
drop anchor in Cedar Key and go ashore.  I will get you some new clothes
and we will head off for places unknown.  You can tell anyone that asks, we
are going to Disney World."

"Ok, but what about our parents and where are we from?"

"Parents are dead, which is true and we have been living in Jackson."  I
had almost forgotten to pull out my old drivers license, which still had
about 6 months on it, before it expired.  I dug it out of its hiding place.
I used bleach and cleaned all the credit cards, passport and stuff like
that.  I would leave them on the boat. We anchored in the little harbor and
took the runabout with our stuff.  I parked my bags and called a taxi.
After we did our emergency shopping and got the kid some shorts, jeans, tee
shirts that fit and the like, we needed to get to the hotel.  We also
needed food.  The taxi driver was a middle aged women, who I saw from the
license, was the owner, Judy.

Makes sense, Judy's Taxi was on the door. She was chatty and I was not all
that interested in telling her anything but we were friendly.  Cedar Key is
kind of at the end of the road.  The tourist brochure describes it as:
"Cedar Key is a tranquil island community located on a group of keys that
are approximately 50 miles west of Gainesville, Florida, four miles out
into the Gulf of Mexico. It is accessible by bridges and causeways. This
picturesque village is reminiscent of sleepy New England fishing
towns. You'll find many shops and art galleries in Cedar Key, as well as
world-famous restaurants featuring fresh seafood from local waters. Cedar
Key is one of the oldest ports in the state and was once a major supplier
of seafood to the northeast. Today, it's a haven for artists and writers
who are inspired by the natural beauty and quiet surroundings of the island
town. It's also home to Cedar Key Museum State Park, which has seven miles
of dazzling white sand beach. Besides the beach, there is a museum in the
park, an Interpretive Center, canoeing or hiking along the beach, and
interior hiking trails. Many other activities are available on Cedar Key
including excellent fishing, boating, bird watching and guided trips to
some of the outer islands. Cedar Key is host to an annual "Sidewalk Art
Festival," usually held in April, and an October Seafood Festival."

We found a very nice hotel, just back from the water, that offered fine
dining as well as very nice rooms.  It was Judy's recommendation.  I was
most concerned that she not realize how we arrived in town.  I walked back
to the harbor and moved the Persephone.  I left Andy watching TV in our
room.  It was now raining and moving around alone in my slicker provided a
kind of cover.  I took the Persephone to the nearest marina and berthed
her.  I was hoping to get a berth on the seaward side. If the Pee was
damaged, even slightly by the storm, then leaving her would make sense to
everyone.

I looked over the Pee again, picking up a few small items like my good
telescope.  I paid for a weeks rent, giving my company address and using
the company credit card.  I was very careful to clean the card of my
fingerprints before I went in and not to handle any paper, even using my
own pen.  It was not that hard to do.  I managed to leave the card, pushed
slightly under a little cardboard sign on the counter.  I was sure they
would hold it for me, expecting my return.  I had to keep a dual identify
up for a while.  The marina knew me as Slater but the hotel as Maki.  I
left my cell phone turned off, on the Persephone. I had taken my laptop.

While shopping, I picked up a cheap camera and some tourist stuff.  We were
after all, on a vacation.  Andy was delighted when I returned.  He was just
so excited to be safe, well fed and on a wonderful adventure.  He had no
idea of the potential danger, I and by extension he, was in.  From his
point of view it was an adventure and I guess from mine too.  Adventures do
need some danger or risk, otherwise they don't qualify.  I figured I had
three days at best to make Slats and Sandy completely disappear.  As soon
as my clients realized the company was defunct and I was "on the loose"
they would start looking.

After dinner we settled in for the night.  I was tired, not sleepy, just
drained.  Andy on the other hand was completely recharged.  I undressed to
my briefs and had him stand before me.  I carefully removed his tee shirt,
making sure to make it fun, kissing him, blowing raspberries on his tummy,
letting my hands roam over his silky smooth skin.  I began licking his
chest and poking my tongue into his navel.  I removed his shorts inspecting
his lower limbs as I had his upper.  He climbed on my lap and adjusted his
butt, wiggling it back and forth until my erection lay comfortable in his
cleft.  Pressing his back into my chest and placing my arms around him, he
found a state of contentment.  My fingers began exploring his body.

Every once in a while Andy would direct my hand back to his crotch.  He
seemed to like it when I teased his penis.  The boy has just the cutest
little butt imaginable; it is small with round, well defined globes.  I
guess it could be called a bubble butt but it sure was small.  No caboose
hanging off this boy.  We talked.  I did most of the talking and he did
most of the questioning.  I wanted him to express his feelings about what
had happened over the past couple of days but he refused to express any
emotions.  At first I thought he didn't trust me but I realized he just had
not processed it yet.

Boys are like that, they need action and movement to process emotions, and
once they have done that, they will express themselves.  I told him all
about his new family.  How they were killed and when.  I explained how I
was going to expropriate the real Andy's identity for him.  He asked lots
of questions about our parents and our home town and so on.  My plan is
simple enough but I needed to arrange for some serious computer hacking and
some record removal on the county and state levels.  My family lawyer had
already settled my parent's estates, and the after tax cash was now in
several bank accounts.  I just needed to arrange access, apply for credit
cards and things like that.  I needed to have copies of all the papers we
would require and so on.

As far as the state and federal governments were concerned, I was a tax
paying citizen in good standing.  So had been Slats but he was just about
to disappear.  Perhaps he too would be missing and presumed dead.  Barney
my lawyer, knew the old Andy, but he needed a long face to face with the
new Andy.  What I would be asking him to do was not legal but I figured
that with a solid retainer and the keys to his office, I could make it
mostly happen without his direct knowledge.  I had not considered that I
may not have the computing skills to do this.

My hands were drifting up and down Andy's thin legs.  We were watching the
approach of Katrina on New Orleans.  I let my fingers drift from the smooth
inner thigh to his little boy penis and scrotum, which brought giggles as
well as questioning looks and ultimately sighs of contentment.  "Mom always
told me not to let anyone feel my boyhood.  I think she was wrong, at least
about you."

"Your mom was right about that, at least in part.  You should not let
anyone else but me, feel your boyhood."  I kissed his neck on the side and
in the back, letting my tongue trace the line between his shoulders to the
base of his short haircut. Andy let out a slow breath.

"Man you sure know how to get me motivated, don't you?"

"What do you know about motivation?"

"Only that she was sure easily motivated by her boyfriends, when they did
something like that to her."

"The human animal needs touching and affection to be complete.  That is
what the psychologists all say.  It is a natural reaction."

"Natural or what ever, I sure like it, please don't stop."

I didn't at least for a little while.  As I kissed around his neck and
cheeks, he slowly moved his head and our lips met.  They met again and this
time I let my tongue engage his.  He did not know how to react, so I kissed
him again but this time I pushed my tongue into his mouth and we played tag
for the first time.  I could tell he was getting excited by this.  He could
tell I was excited, by the straining of my cock still pressed against his
little butt.  My hands continued to play with his nipples, cloth covered
penis and just drift over his body.  Andy was reacting better then I
thought he would.  "Andy how about we loose these undies?"

"Ok, but mom always told me not to run around naked."

"Well mom's not here and I am.  I like naked." He slipped off my lap and
stood before me with is hands on his hips, or what passed for hips, in a
thin boy of 12.  I quickly pre-empted him and hooking my fingers in the
waist band of his white Jockey Y fronts, slowly drawing them down.

"You like to dress and undress boys don't you?"

"Yes how did you figure that out?"

"I just did but you had better keep you hands to only my body, mister."

"Yes master, you and you alone are the object of my boy affection and
attention."

"Good."

I gently fondled his penis and small scrotum with my index finger.  He
leaned in and we kissed again.  This time his tongue pushed into my mouth.
God does he learn fast or what, I thought.  I rose and Andy knew exactly
what to do, he followed my lead and drew my briefs down, which I kicked off
my feet.  The look on his face was priceless.  He was staring almost
straight into my erection, which is long almost 8" and arrow straight.  It
springs to a straight out position and when erect, refuses to take any
other attitude.  My balls are not overly large but hang just a bit below.
I have almost no body hair except for my pubis and under arms.  I keep my
pubic hair short but not trimmed tight.

I reached out taking his face in my right hand and drew his lips to its
head.  He did not know exactly what to do, so I whispered.  "Kiss it."
Which he did, looking up at me, I smiled in approval.  This boy needs lots
of approval, and I resolved to give him that at every opportunity. After
all, I have taken responsibility for him, and given him my dead brother's
name.  I ask only in return his loyalty and all the sex we can possibly
share between us.  I had not realized before, just how strongly I was
attracted to boys.  Not until this one came along.  Perhaps I had not
allowed myself to admit it.  My objective was to create a desire in his ass
that only I could satisfy.  This would take some time and effort but I
would have it.  Time I had lots of and I have never been short on effort.
I scooped him up in my arms, kissed his lips and lay him on he bed.

"Time for lesson one," I thought.

Slowly I began kissing and petting him, raising his level of arousal.  My
mouth licked and kissed his smooth skin from head to toe.  I would make
frequent but only brief stops at his boyhood.  He and I are both
circumcised, so I do not look strange to him; in that respect I think my
size was a surprise but he has seen other men with erections before, so not
shocked.  After I figured he was sufficiently primed, I headed in for the
coup de grace.  Using my right index finger and began pressing and
massaging his perineum, as my lips engulfed his three inch or so soda
straw.  Andy was going wild.  I kept up my efforts with a steady
determination, to give both of us pleasure.  I moved my body around so my
crotch was within the reach of his face and sure enough he took the hint.
He kissed and licked on my Popsicle as I did his.  He was just a little
hesitant at first.  I suggested he just do to me what he liked done to
himself.

"If it feels good to you; it will feel good to almost any other boy."  I
resisted the urge to fuck his face.

"That will just have to be kept aside, until he has a lot more experience,"
I thought.  Andy was bucking and writhing, pulling himself into a rigid
state and then he went limp.  He had just experienced his first orgasm.
Wet or dry it matters not, both are pleasurable and both can and will be
boy altering.  I urged him to continue and to use his hands to help me.  He
did.  His hands are small but not that small and between having my little
head in his mouth and his hands working up and down my shaft, I knew it
would not take long and it didn't.  I pulled out and splashed my ejaculate
over his chest licking it up with my tongue.  Andy was glassy eyed at this
point.  I touched his face, kissed his lips and thanked him. "Wow that was
awesome, totally awesome Matte."

I knew he had seen this before but now that he experienced it, there would
be no going back.  The genie was out of the bottle and no one could return
it.  Before I could react further he was asleep.  Young boys often sleep
immediately after orgasm.  I read that some place, not that I have all this
first hand knowledge. Boys and teenagers need incredible amounts of food
and sleep, that is a given.  I pulled back the covers and moved him under
them.  After my nightly hygiene I crawled in beside my boy.  My boy, yes he
is my boy now and he will be for a long, long time.  I turned out the light
and kissed him several times.

I will teach him to be the best boy lover a man could ever want.  He will
be totally dependent on me for everything in his life from now on anyway,
why not love and sex?  The only danger I face was in becoming as dependent
on him.  I guess sex is kind of like an addictive drug.  One you just come
with, pre installed.  Andy snuggled in and close, I pulled his little head
on my chest, kissing his forehead.  He snuggled closer and slept in
apparent contentment.  We had both climaxed, we were both content.  In
young boys these things seem to be sleeping pills of sorts.  I guess they
are for men too.  As I drifted off I could hear the rain and wind combined
with muffled thunder activity.

I woke up with a start.  Andy was scrambling out of bed.  His bladder
apparently full and about to overflow.  I was slow in arousing today.
Usually I'm up and ready but for some reason I was in no rush.  The room
had a small coffee pot and I put it on to brew, while brushing my teeth and
shaving.  Andy brushed his teeth without being told and found some morning
cartoons on one of the kids channels.  The news from New Orleans was
anything but good.  We watched with interest and concern too.  Not that
Andy knew anyone there but I did.  The people I knew were mostly low
life's.  Part of my old self.  Not that I don't care, I do.  I sure care
about all those poor people who were being up rooted and who were losing
everything they had.  Many of them had little to start with.  Being amoral
does not mean you lack empathy, sympathy or caring for others.  We dressed
and headed down for food.  The very mention of it seemed to stimulate Andy
to new heights of excitement.  I began to wonder if he ever got fed much or
regularly.  He packed away two eggs, hash browns, ham, toast, juice, milk
and part of my mine.  The waitress thought this very humorous.  I kind of
liked her myself.  She was tall and slim with a very wide smile.  While
Andy was in the restroom she asked how old he was.  Her surprise was as
expected, when I said 14.

"My younger brothers are 14 and 16 they eat like that too," she mused.

I told her, in a whisper, he had a condition called Kallmann's Syndrome; it
is like arrested or extremely slow physical development.

"I'm taking my brother to the Virgin Islands to see a famous specialist."
On our way back to the room I stopped at the desk and asked about transport
toward Orlando.  I made up a story about our parents planning to pick us up
but having run into car trouble, they were stalled in Atlanta.  That got
all kinds of sympathy points and the older woman working behind the
counter, immediately got in mother mode.  After my explaining I didn't have
any credit cards in my name, so rentals were not an option, she came up
with Judy.  It only took her a few minutes to get that ball rolling and us
on our way to the nearest town with bus service.  It would cost about $75
but better than sitting here in the rain.  Andy was very observant and knew
how to play along with the little lies we were telling.

By 3 p.m. we were on a bus heading for Oklahoma City.  Along the way I made
a number of calls, with a prepaid calling card that I bought at the bus
station.  I had to start the money transfer going.  I knew the company
bills would all be arriving at the office, I had to be sure and not use
anything like a calling card. I had left all of that stuff on the boat
anyway.  I know Andy was not pleased with all this bus riding but he never
once complained.  As long as I was willing to keep him informed of where we
were or what we were doing, he was okay.

We had to make four bus changes and ride all night.  I only bought tickets
from point to point, with no reservations, no records.  Andy slept a lot,
in fact so did I, but it was anything but restful.  I promised him an ipod
as soon as I could access some of my cash.  He spent most of the night
snuggled tight to me covered by a small blanket, I purchased at a truck
stop, where we pulled in for a food and drink break.  We took a room in one
of the new chain hotels, on the edge of the city.  The taxi ride was
expensive but I had to make sure I didn't raise any suspicion.  I had
phoned ahead to make our reservation.  I also reserved a room in my parents
name, so they would think we were traveling together.  When we arrived I
paid cash and canceled the reservation for mom and dad, using the stuck in
Atlanta story.  I also made sure to prepay for three nights, not just one.
I was now down to about 3 grand in cash. Andy and I settled in after dinner
for some quiet time, a hot bath and his second sex lesson.

Unfortunately that is not quite what happened.  After our bath we watched a
little TV.  Mostly we caught up on the news.  That is when he started to go
strange on me.  I had expected some kind of reaction but this was just a
bit frightening.  Following a long piece on New Orleans and Mobile, the
reporter showed pictures of the devastation in some of the small towns
along the coast.  They focused on where Andy had lived.  That got his
attention.  His school was flattened, his former home was gone.  The storm
surge had taken out most of the dock and the main street.  At first he was
concerned about his school mates and other people he knew.  The reporter
said almost everyone that lived in the little town was safe and in
shelters, and most everyone had evacuated well in advance.

That is when the reality of his mom hit him.  He was angry at the bastard
we shot, for hurting her, he was angry at her, for having tried to protect
him, he was angry at himself, for letting the bastard beat his mom to
death.  He was just angry and confused.  I had never seen anyone cry like
he did.  All I could do was hold him, so he couldn't hurt himself and let
him ball and flail.  It must have been around 2 am when he finally fell
asleep.  Andy was in such pain and I could do nothing much about it.  I
suddenly felt very inadequate.

At first I was a bit hurt, when he proclaimed his mom was the only person
who ever loved him.  I protested but to no effect.  It was only hours later
when he calmed down, that I could convince him I loved him and no one was
ever going to hurt him again.  That is when he fell asleep.  It was a
fitful sleep, and he clung to me like a leech and woke me up several times
during the night.  I'm sure his dreams were anything but pleasant.  In the
morning, I got up and let him sleep while I made ready for my day.  He
would need to stay here alone, for the first part of it anyway.  When I got
him up he was confused for a moment and then flung his arms around my neck
pressing his small body tight to me.

"Matias, when you said you loved me last night, did you really mean it?"

"Yes little brother, I really mean it."

"Why do you love me?"

"No simple answer to that kid.  All I can say is, the moment I held you to
my chest and you looked at me with those big blue eyes I knew.  You needed
a friend and I knew I had to be that friend.  I had lost my parents and
brother and I wasn't around to even try and help them.  It was a terrible
accident and I couldn't have done anything, even if I had been.  That
didn't mean I didn't feel a lot of guilt for being alive, while they were
dead.  That didn't mean I didn't blame myself, for my brother being in the
car with them, if I had been around maybe he would have stayed home with me
that day.  You know, I don't know man."

Andy is the most amazing kid I have ever encountered.  He just looked at
me.  Took his little hand and touched my face.  "Now don't cry Matte."

"One of us has to be strong and you got more experience at that then me."

I kissed him several times and wound up tickling him.  "Hey no fair, you're
bigger than me."

I got his naked body into the bathroom, and then I took a taxi down town
and visited the bank, where my lawyer had sent me some money.  Well it
wasn't exactly sent, I had a large line of credit opened up.  I just got a
couple of new credit cards issued and some line of credit checks for the
big items.  My lawyer had access to about $500,000 but it was not all in
cash, most was in term deposits. My plan was to pay the line of credit from
my off shore accounts in lots of $9900/month.

I took a taxi back to the hotel, just in time to feed Andy again, it was
almost noon.  After lunch we walked a few blocks to the nearest car
dealership.  Andy wanted a fancy sports car but I prevailed with a nice new
Chrysler Pacifica.  I wanted a spots car too but I also didn't want to
attract any attention to us.  In fact, a mini van would draw less attention
but the mid sized car was okay and had less stigma.  It would not be ready
until the next day, mid morning.  Our home town is Jefferson, I told Andy
what our address is, in fact our lawyer's office.  I phoned him again and
he arranged for insurance.  The car is a lease so I didn't need all that
much up front, just the big line of credit at the bank, to give some
reassurance to dealership leasing people.  Several times we saw small
groups of bikers and every time I just got more and more nervous.  I hoped
Andy wouldn't notice and he didn't seem too.