Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2013 16:07:20 -0500 From: kyle garter Subject: Witness Protection -- Chapter 2 All the usual disclaimers apply: +This is my first story. It is my work and you may not reproduce it without my permission. +This story is a work of fiction. If you think it is real, you have a very active imagination. +Do not read this story if you live in an area where it is illegal to do so. +Scenes of sexual activity between an adult male and non-adults are represented. Do not read further if this offends you. +Please do not imitate the actions portrayed herein - the author cannot accept responsibility for any actions promoted by this story. +Please consider a financial donation to Nifty. If you would like to get in touch, please e-mail me at: livinglife19@hotmail.com +Flames will be ignored. Witness Protection - Chapter 2 The bedside clock read 6:22 am when I was awoken by muffled crying. Feeling minimally refreshed, I edged down the hall to check the boys. I entered Jeremy's room and found him face down and crying into his pillow. Sitting on the side of the bed, I reached over to rub his back while comforting him. There were no words to say; the boy's world had been turned upside down in less than 24 hours. A comforting touch to show that I cared was enough at that point. The lighting from the hall provided an adequate view of the room. I had cranked up the heat before bedtime, and Jeremy had tossed back his cover and sheet. His nearly naked body was warm to the touch. As I continued to rub his back, I made a mental note of how incredibly soft his skin was. It reminded me of Heather's skin...soft, smooth, perfect. I looked down so see a stretched out image of Spiderman arching across Jeremy's butt and I smiled. Clad in red and blue, Spiderman was kicking towards me. He stood out from the white background of the briefs, while red bands encircled Jeremy's waist and legs. As I continued to rub his back, Jeremy's crying subsided. When the crying finally stopped, I got up to leave. Jeremy rolled to his side and said, "Don't go, Jack." I turned around and sat back down on the side of the bed again. Jeremy asked if I would lie with him until he fell back asleep. I stretched out beside him as he rolled on his back. He closed his eyes and I looked down the length of his stretched out body. My eyes stopped on the little figure of a spider in the center of his briefs, it was raised a little from the small boy parts underneath. I felt the blood starting to flow to my own penis as I looked. What was going on with me? Was I actually getting turned on by this? My head told me no, that I was just horny. It had been several days, and I needed a release. Yet, I wasn't looking away from Jeremy's body. As my own penis expanded to its full length, I repositioned it downward in my boxer briefs in case Jeremy opened his eyes. I looked at Jeremy's legs stretching downward from the red bands of the briefs. The feet were now hidden under the sheet, but as my gaze came back upwards, I again focused on the spider emblem and what was hidden underneath. What was the development stage of a boy his age? I wondered what he looked like without that Spiderman underwear on. Looking up, I noted the small, hairless waist with the tiny belly button. He was a very fit kid. I noted the small hands, the arms, and the firm chest. Jeremy's two nipples looked like little brown points on an otherwise overly white chest. His breathing was deeper now, and I wondered if he was asleep yet. Looking at his face and blond hair, I thought about how incredibly cute this kid was. He would definitely break hearts one day if he could leave the hell of his past behind. Almost sensing my unspoken need, Jeremy reached out, took my hand, and placed it on his stomach. "Hold me until I fall asleep," he said in a near whisper. It was in my head at that exact moment that I admitted to myself that I was in fact turned on by this very situation. Something about this kid had my heart racing and my sexual appetite in overdrive. Leaving my hand absolutely still, I focused on his breathing. When I was sure he had gone back to sleep, I was thinking about getting up and going back to my room. But something kept me there...something strong...something intense. Reaching lower, I placed my hand atop the small spider emblem and felt the small penis underneath. I didn't really feel it up in case he awoke, but I could get a general sense of its size and shape. Lust was filling my mind, and I realized that I needed to exit before things went too far. Returning to my room, I checked my cell to find a text from my boss. The message instructed me to call him on his wife's cell, which was unusual. I quickly called, and Joe broke the bad news to me. "Listen Jack, you gotta go off the grid immediately. The boys' dad was messed up with Columbian cocaine dealers -- that is why we got called in for protection in this case. The boys may be able to identify some of the bigger kingpins in addition to their dad. The Columbians got to one of the pilots and found out you got dropped in Laramie. They held one of the pilot's wives at gunpoint, and he had to give up your location. They let her go, but both the pilot and his wife are a mess." "Shit Joe. Shit, shit, shit. It was snowing some last night, but I think we will be able to get out," I replied. Joe countered, "Jack, you gotta go now. I can't know where you are and you can't contact anyone at the agency. We can't put you or the boys at risk. You need to call me back from a pay phone on May 11th at 8 a.m. my time. Call my wife's number. I don't care where you go or what you do, but you can't leave a trace. You gotta use your stash money. No cell phone -- turn it off and keep it off so you can't be tracked. No credit cards. Switch the tags on your car. Get out of there." My mind was racing. "May 11th? That is a month Joe, a fucking month. I need to be off the grid and out of contact for a month! Jesus." Joe replied, "It's your job Jack. You'll do it and do it well. There are two more things. First, you can't talk to Heather or any close friends or family. The Columbians will be waiting for you to screw up so they can find you. They make billions on the drug trade, and they will do everything in their power to find you and kill those boys. I'll tell Heather what is going on and that this time of non-communication is necessary to keep you both safe." I was numb, but my mind was already racing ahead when Joe added, "ditch the kids' clothes and get them new things. Don't even take their clothes with you. Wrap them in blankets and get them new things in another town. Go now Jack. I'll talk to you on May 11th." The line went dead. As instructed, I turned off my cell phone. I gathered myself as best I could, and then I gathered my things. I opened my stash cash envelope, and looked at the $2,000 inside. "Not a lot for a month," I thought. I grabbed my things and went downstairs, started the car, and cranked the heat. I threw my bag in the cargo area of the 4X4 Jeep Cherokee. I thought back and realized that the pilots did not see my vehicle, which now seemed like a blessing. Maybe that bought me a little time on the tags. All was calm, and the fresh, thin coating of snow revealed that everything around the ranch was undisturbed. We would be able to drive out. I packed a little snow over several of the numbers on the license plate; that would have to do until I could exchange plates or vehicles. Running upstairs, I entered Kyle's room and gathered him up in his blanket. I left his clothes where they had been removed the night before. Next, I ran into Jeremy's room, grabbed his sleeping body, wrapped it in his blanket, and gathered him in my other arm. Neither boy stirred as I took them downstairs. The quick run to the car did wake Kyle a bit, but he was back out again as I buckled him in the front seat. I reclined his seat, and situated his blanket around him. I put Jeremy across the backseat, wrapped his blanket securely, and buckled him as best I could. Getting to the interstate, I headed east towards Cheyenne. I knew that I-80 intersected with I-25 there. That would give me more options than just a straight drive either east or west. My plan was to head south towards warmer weather at Cheyenne. As I approached, I thought that would be the logical choice, and that I couldn't think logically or the Columbians would find us. I headed north and east, and I got off of the major interstates. Kyle awoke just outside of Scottsbluff, Nebraska. He was groggy and asked what we were doing. I told him that we had to move to another location to keep away from the bad guys. He asked, "Paco and T-Lenz?" I told him I wasn't sure, but made a mental note that he may know enough to be in danger. He said he had to pee and wanted to get dressed. I told him that I would stop at a gas station and get a bottle for him to pee in. I told him his clothes were left behind, but that we would get him new ones soon. He was very easy going about things; it was if he had resigned himself to a life on the run for the foreseeable future. I stopped at an EZ Shop and parked off to the side in private. I ran in quickly for some bottled water, Cokes, snacks, a map, and a few napkins. I checked every car around me; paranoia was setting in. Back in the car, I chugged one bottle of water and handed the empty bottle to Kyle. I told him to stay low, roll to his side and line up his piss hole with the bottle opening. Jeremy was still asleep when Kyle shucked his briefs down to his ankles, rolled towards me, and pissed into the bottle filling it two-thirds of the way up. His flaccid penis was about two inches long and circumcised. He was hairless, but his balls looked like they were starting to drop, or maybe it was just the heat from the blanket. He had no trouble getting the pee in the bottle. I gave him a napkin to wipe up the leftover dribbles. I got out and tossed the napkin and pee bottle before hitting the road again. Kyle was all wrapped in his blanket when I returned. I headed in a crisscross pattern going north and east. Kyle sipped a Coke and had a snack. It was difficult for him to drink lying down, but I insisted on it awhile longer. He drifted back off to sleep within twenty minutes. My mind was focused on coming up with a plan, but the image of Kyle's penis kept interrupting my thought process. Something about these boys was getting to me sexually, and it caught me off-guard while exciting me at the same time. I didn't understand it, but I didn't try to understand it at that point. Our safety was my primary concern. It was almost 12:30 as we approached Chadron, Nebraska. We were in the middle of nowhere. I was sure we were not being followed. I pulled into a Wal-Mart parking lot, pulled around to the side of the building, and woke the boys. I told them I would be inside for 15 minutes and that they were to stay in the car completely covered up. I got their sizes and made a mad dash. Getting back to the car, I was relieved to see they had followed my orders and that they were safe. I gave them each a bag with jeans, shirts, a jacket, tennis shoes, caps, sunglasses, and underwear - briefs for Kyle and a five-pack of Spiderman undies for Jeremy. I told them they could dress and sit up if they wore the caps and sunglasses. Kyle opened his blanket and started to get dressed. He had remained naked underneath and he got dressed slowly. He obviously had no issues with being naked in front of me. I turned around to check on Jeremy just as he was wiggling off his dirty underwear. I saw that his penis was little more than an inch long and surprisingly uncircumcised. I wondered why one brother would be cut and the other not. Jeremy smiled at me when he saw me checking him out, and then he thanked me for the clothes. Following a quick bathroom stop and a to-go bag of food from an Arby's we drove east to Valentine, Nebraska. The land was stark and there were few houses or cars on the road. Heading north from Valentine, we passed into South Dakota shortly after 3:00 pm. My adrenaline rush was fading and my lack of sleep was catching up with me. I saw a Quality Inn with a casino attached when we got to Mission, South Dakota. I was tired and figured we were in a remote spot. The Indian casino would potentially provide lots of car traffic so our car would not stand out. I backed the car in out back - the plate was not visible to those that drove by. I got a room in the back of the hotel, slipped the boys in the back entrance, and we were settled by 4:00 pm. I paid cash for one night. We were down to $1,788. I had to come up with a plan before the money was gone. Lying on the bed, I started thinking of a plan as the boys watched television. They were being such good kids considering all they had been through. Before long, the need for sleep overtook me. To be continued.