Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2013 17:42:53 -0400 From: kyle garter Subject: Witness Protection -- Chapter 5 To be continued 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 5 I hated to leave the Jeep behind, but I knew with the GPS tracking system, that the vehicle could be tracked. Running into the Bob and Ellen had been a bit lucky. My plan certainly involved leaving the hotel with someone else, and the retired couple had been just the type of people I was looking to meet. After I told them about our car problems and getting stranded, Bob and Ellen were more than happy to give us a ride. An added bonus was that we looked like a typical family of grandparents, a parent, and two boys leaving the hotel. To outsiders, we would be just another set of boring guests that no one would notice. In my mind, I had established potential contacts going either north or south. If necessary, I would have taken a ride east or west. That would have required recalculating possible scenarios after the ride. Luckily, Bob and Ellen were sweet enough to offer us a ride south to Kansas. Thus, our destination would be the very small farming community of Riley. Once there, we would find my former assistant water polo coach, Roger "Skeet" Burns. I had never been to Skeet's place, nor had I even spoken to him since I graduated college. But, I did send him a Christmas card every year, so I remembered the he lived in Riley. I figured Riley would be a small enough town that I could find Skeet. Skeet had moved back to Riley after I graduated college. He had gone back to care for his ailing father who had eventually passed away. As of the last Christmas card update, Skeet was still in Riley and helping out with a few club sports at nearby Kansas State University. I knew Skeet would be surprised to see me at his door, but I also knew that he was aware of my line of work. Most importantly, he was a trusted friend, former coach, and mentor. I didn't think anyone would think of the connection between us as he was much more of an acquaintance than a friend. I was focused on keeping the boys safe, so I couldn't turn to friends or relatives at this critical time. The drive through Nebraska and northern Kansas was uneventful. No one was following us and few cars were on the roads. I felt like we were really getting lost and untraceable. It was a sunny but cool day, and Bob and Ellen did most of the talking. When required, I answered with some relatively believable lies. The boys stayed mostly quiet. When they did speak, they played the part of my two young sons splendidly. Sitting between them, I looked very much like the proud father that I was pretending to be. Despite objections, I treated Bob and Ellen to lunch at a Subway in Hebron, Nebraska. They insisted on rerouting their trip to take us all the way into Riley. I told them how very thankful we were, and got their contact information when they dropped us off at the Short Stop gas station on the northern edge of town. Thankfully, Bob and Ellen wanted to get further in daylight, so they left us in the parking lot. We headed inside the Short Stop, where I saw an old-timer buying some beer. I asked him if he knew Skeet, and he did. The guy offered us a ride to Skeet's place as it was on his way home. How I love the friendliness of Midwesterners. It was 4:20 pm when he dropped us at Skeet's farm. We walked from the gravel road, and Skeet came out onto the wrap-around porch to greet us. His blank expression turned into a big smile when he heard me call his name and identify myself. When we got to the porch, he gave me a big hug and then turned to size up the boys. I introduced him to the boys, and we went inside the farmhouse. I told the boys they could go out and look around the farm but to stay nearby. Then, I filled Skeet in on our ordeal and asked if we could stay awhile. I told Skeet that I didn't want to put him in any danger. As expected, Skeet insisted that we stay as long as needed. We called the boys in and Skeet showed us to our rooms. The house was a classic older farmhouse with the master bedroom on the first floor and three bedrooms on the second floor. Skeet had turned one of the upstairs bedrooms into an office, and he was using the downstairs master bedroom. That left a room for me upstairs and another for the boys to share. There was a bathroom between our two bedrooms. Following dinner the boys watched some television while Skeet and I caught up on the past six years. Skeet had left the west coast to return to his hometown and care for his ailing father. Following his father's death, Skeet had stayed on to take care of arrangements and became involved with the swimming activities at Kansas State. He said it was a quieter and simpler life, and that he enjoyed being out of the "rat race" out west. Skeet had never married. He said he had been too married to his job out west, and now he thought he was too old to marry. I laughed at that. Skeet was 48 years old, and he was an attractive man. Skeet had more than a few coeds after him during my undergraduate days. At 6 foot tall, Skeet was slightly shorter than me. He had brown eyes and brown hair that was salted with gray at the temples. Due to his swimming, he was in good shape with just the slightest bit of a belly on him. Yes, he was attractive, and certainly attractive enough to land a wife if he had wanted one. I got the boys into bed and returned to finish my chat with Skeet. We had a couple of beers as I shared more details of the past forty-eight hours. Like me, Skeet was concerned about the boys' mental state, but commented that they seemed to be handling all of the upheaval very maturely. I agreed, and we both came to the conclusion that any life was better than the life they had known before their mother's murder. I realized that I had a slight buzz and that I was completely relaxed for the first time in two days. Thanking Skeet yet again, I retired upstairs. A deeply profound sleep overtook me. I was not even aware that Jeremy had climbed into bed with me until he shook me awake. The clock read 1:18 am, and I had only been asleep for two hours. I asked, "What's the matter buddy?" Jeremy responded that he was scared and wanted to sleep with me. I told him sure. I had just closed my eyes when he whispered, "can you make some cum again?" Opening my eyes, I smiled and told him sure. I got up and locked the bedroom door leading to the hallway, and then closed and locked the door to the bathroom. I turned on the bedside lamp. I was completely hard by the time I pulled back the covers and got back into bed. The small boy pole tented the circular spider emblem on the front of his Spiderman underwear. I told Jeremy, "I like your spider." He giggled softly and told me, "But spiders bite." I replied, "Not if I bite him first" as I playfully leaned over and gave a soft nibble through the fabric. He had a quizzical look on his face as he took in what I had just done. We were both still in our underwear as I pulled him atop me, face to face. Jeremy was looking into my eyes as I caressed the back of his Spiderman briefs – today's pair was white trimmed in black. His small butt felt perfect in my hand and the head of my penis had escaped from the top of my boxer briefs as his small body rubbed against mine. I could feel the pre-cum getting things sticky between us. God, I was so turned on. Leaning up, I gave Jeremy a small kiss. He smiled, so I gave him another, and then one more. On the fourth kiss, I worked my tongue into his mouth, and explored the hot orifice. He caught on quickly, and we were soon exploring each others' mouths while grinding. It was nice to not be rushed as I explored one of my newly created fantasies. On the long drives of the past two days, I had contemplated what it would be like to kiss the boys. I had wondered what it would like to suck their dicks. I had never sucked a dick in my life, nor had I considered it. But now, I had an overwhelming desire to try it with these two perfect boys. Of course I knew how it felt to be on the receiving end of a blowjob, but I wondered if it would feel different from one of the boys. I knew that I wanted to find out. Then there were the anal fantasies that had surfaced when I first saw Kyle's sweet hole. I had never done anal with Heather or any of my previous girlfriends, but thoughts of Kyle's hole brought out those longings and desires. I reminded Jeremy that this had to remain our secret, and he confirmed that it would be. Running my hands up and down his backside, I felt the velvety smooth skin. On one of my downward motions, I got both hands inside the black-trimmed briefs and squeezed the small, tight buttocks. While continuing with deep kisses, I extended my fingers into Jeremy's crack. Knowing that my fingertips were nearing his tight boy hole was driving me crazy. Pre-cum continued to ooze from my cock while I explored more of his luscious body. While still kissing, I slid his briefs downward and my boy was now nude. Raising my butt up, I lifted both of us in the air as I lowered my boxer briefs. I was able to kick them off while maintaining full body contact with Jeremy. The gooiness between us was becoming noticeable. Rolling to the side, I got Jeremy on his back without ever breaking our kiss. Finally, I removed my lips from his and started kissing his neck. My lips savored the incredible softness of the skin. Moving lower, I started licking and sucking on the tiny nipples. The nipples were so different from Heather's nipples – small little spikes that responded to the lapping of my tongue. The areolas could not have been bigger than a dime each, and the darkness of those contrasted to his otherwise alabaster skin. I was now at a crossroads. Moving lower on Jeremy's body would entail acting out fantasies I had never even considered before my trip a few days earlier. What if it was one of those fantasies that were better kept a fantasy? What if Jeremy's penis inside my mouth totally grossed me out? Would he suffer if I recoiled at the taste? "It was now or never," I thought as I finished up my oral assault on his pair of perfect bb-sized nipples. Lowering my head slightly, I bypassed Jeremy's ribs so as to not elicit any giggles. As I got to his upper stomach, I encountered my own pre-cum, and I had licked it before I realized it was there. I'm not one of those guys that had ever experimented with tasting my own pre-cum or spunk; I left that to the ladies and most of them were spitters. Heather wasn't into giving blowjobs, and she had stopped giving them to me after we started having intercourse. Surprisingly, my own pre-cum had a very sweet flavor to it. Damn, if spunk tasted that good, I was not opposed to trying it either. Moving downward further, I licked and kissed every inch of his stomach. I was enthralled with his slim waist and his little bellybutton. I could very nearly wrap my two hands around his little waist, and his shallow bellybutton begged for attention. During all of this oral exploration, Jeremy was relatively still and quiet. When I would look up to his face, he would have his eyes tightly closed. I'm not sure if he knew where this was ultimately heading, but I hoped my playful "bite" of his underwear's spider emblem earlier had prepared him. Licking the hairless pubic bone got me closer to my ultimate goal. Stopping, I looked up at his face. After a few seconds passed, he opened his eyes and looked down at me. I wanted him to see me do it. I wanted to see his reaction. Keeping my eyes upward, I lowered my mouth and for the first time in my life, I tasted a penis. Like every other part of his body, it tasted like perfection. It was the perfect combination of boy skin and sweetness all rolled into a delightfully perfect little two inch package. This was even better than my fantasy. The view of his face did not disappoint me. Although he knew where this was all heading, he still had a look of surprise as I lowered my open mouth to take him inside. That look was quickly replaced by a look of immense pleasure as my tongue started exploring. For a novice, I think I did quite well. I was enjoying the oral sex as much as Jeremy was enjoying it. I went from an up and down motion on the shaft to more of a sucking motion. I put my mouth over both his cock and balls simultaneously. I used the tip of my tongue to explore under his tiny hood of foreskin. Every aspect of this oral act was fantastic. I wondered how I could ever pull myself away from this incredibly perfect morsel of deliciousness. As for my dick, it was on fire. I had to stop humping the bed as I sucked because I was afraid I would cum. As I focused more on pleasing Jeremy, he surprised me by having a dry cum. I was using a sucking motion while simultaneously rubbing my tongue just below his little penis head when he started shaking rather noticeably. I nearly stopped to make sure he was okay, but a low moan escaping his lips let me knew that he was fine. He had closed his eyes for his dry orgasm, but he opened them afterwards and smiled at me. Jeremy asked, "What happened?" I told him he had cum like I did in the hotel bathroom, but that he was too young to make juice yet. He liked that he was able to do that. In his eyes, he was more like me. I had planned to just jerk off while sucking him. I was enjoying this immensely, and I would certainly shoot if I paid any attention to my own cock. I had started to savor him all over again after his dry orgasm when he asked me to kiss him again. I climbed and kissed him making sure to keep most of my weight off of his small body. God, I was so in lust around this kid and his brother. I wanted to do this every minute of the day. He asked me to lie on my back while we kissed and I did. I pulled him atop me and we had a wonderful make-out session while my hard cock oozed pre-cum. Then, imitating me, he began to kiss down my body. He did it more quickly than I had, and quickly approached my throbbing boner. I asked him what he was doing, and he replied, "I want to try it too. Is that okay?" I said, "Sure, try it if you want to Jeremy. Do whatever you want." He lowered his mouth to the tip of my penis. And then, just as I had done, Jeremy looked upwards as he got his first taste of cock. Just seeing my cock head enter that sweet little mouth nearly made me shoot. Jeremy was just so darn cute! He pulled off and said, "the pre-cum is sweet. I like it." I told him that was great and that I liked him tasting it. Jeremy attempted to take a little more, but his teeth were hurting me a bit. I told him to watch his teeth. His next attempt was much better and he got a tiny bit of the shaft into his mouth along with the cock head. Jeremy started licking my cock head much more and I realized he was really enjoying the pre-cum. I knew I was making plenty because I always make tons when I am turned on. And, I had never been so tuned on in all of my life. I was holding off on cumming as much as possible because I was so enjoying this. But I realized I was quickly getting close. In a hushed voice, I told Jeremy I was getting close to cumming. I told him he could either taste it like he was doing with my pre-cum or that he could stop sucking. Jeremy diligently continued, so I figured he wanted to taste my cum. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Spiderman briefs. I picked up the briefs, inhaled the boy scent, and started to unload in the small mouth that was giving me such pleasure. Jeremy was not able to take my entire load. Cum was dribbling out of his nose and out of the sides of his mouth as he tried to drink as much as possible. That sight made the whole scene even hotter to me. He finished getting what he could and I pulled him up into an embrace. I gave him a big kiss and tasted my cum on his lips and in his mouth. The combination of his kiss and my seed mixed together into an intoxicating blend that ensured my dick didn't go down for several more minutes. We were both exhausted. The clock read 3:11 am, and I realized we had been playing around for nearly two hours. We got our underwear back on, and I unlocked both doors before heading back to bed. Jeremy was already fading as I leaned over to give him one more kiss. I thought to myself that I would stay in bed with him forever if I could. I drifted off quickly and to dream about what had just happened. To be continued.