Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2007 15:02:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE DISTURBING DINNER PARTY FOR SHERIFF BLEAKER  .....fiction by Donny

The boys escape without any fatalities....they're on the run and have a fun
time in P-town and Key West...sweet love.  I'm a 21 year old Junior in
college in the northeast (bad storm tonight) I write about teens
over-coming adversity...just likeI did and finding sweet gay love...

This is conclustion of the Disturbing Behavior of Sheriff Bleaker

When Dally finished telling me about his plan for our
escape I was nervous, of course...but, he once again
had given me hope that there will be an end to my
nightmare.    Then,  as a big bonus for us he found a
big stash of money too.  On top of that,
bingo...Dally's search of the Sheriff's study turned
up a box of  personal belongings from the twenty or so
boys  pictured on the bulletin board.  This was very
incriminating evidence against the Sheriff and his
sicko brother Skeets..  Some very exciting
developments,  but I didn't want to press our luck.

I began urging Dally to go back to his room and get
back into his handcuff.... he said he would, but just
then he found the tapes.  Skeets and the Sheriff had
been taking video of sex acts with Dally and me over
the months.  Obviously they'd taken video of the
other's too because in the bag Dally found there were
about 60 videos, all labeled.  All the different boys
who had spent time here under 'house arrest'.  Dally
was sure we had them now..."Those two Bleakers are
going to the gas chamber"  Dally told me.  "This is
irrefutable evidence of what's been going on here. 
They fucked with the wrong boys this time, Danny."  

I just nodded my head and chewed on my fingernail.  I
was nervous because it was about time for Skeets to
get back with the Sheriff.   The Sheriff's strained
and sprained swollen knee and ankle sounded pretty
painful, but maybe he could do me this one favor and
also fall out of the truck on that same injured  leg
as soon as they got here....I might even work up a
smile if I could see that, but more importantly the
added pain might keep his mind off Dally and me..

Dally had put the box with all the boys personal
effects...the rings, watches, wallets etc back in it's
place when we heard the truck's tires scrunching on
the gravel in the driveway.  "Hurry Dally...Hurry,
please..."  Dally quickly picked up the bag of tapes
and it ripped out of his hand....60 or so tapes went
every which way.  The truck doors slammed and we could
hear the Sheriff say.."I'm starving Skeets.  You go on
ahead and get that boy of yours to start making those
meat balls that I like...and don't forget, plenty of
hot chili peppers.  I'll practice with these fucking
crutches for a minute or two".

Dally said, " Danny...sweep as many of the tapes under
your cot as you can reach."   As I began sweeping my
arm along the carpet to move tapes closer to my cot I
could hear Skeets walking down the outside hall from
the car port.  My right arm was handcuffed to the
floor ring so I couldn't reach too far out from my
cot.  Dally was sweeping his arm on the carpet just
like me.... only he was pushing the tapes under the
Sheriff's bed.  Skeets was inadvertently giving us
extra time because of his very odd way of walking.  
It seemed like he made each step into a mini dramatic
event.    Yeah, he's slow,  but never the less he'll
still be passing our doorway in about 30 seconds and
he's bound to look in .....and see Dally.  We were
frantically hiding the tapes.   My heart was beating
faster than a Humming bird's.

We desperately needed the extra time Skeets is giving
us with his dumb-ass way of walking, but would it be
enough.  With each step he hits the floor with his
foot harder than necessary... His boot hits the
floor.. CLUMP!.....pause, then another  CLUMP! ......
pause  CLUMP!....pause  CLUMP!  pause..   very
deliberate.  Its a stupid way to walk ...... just
perfect for Skeets though.  He thinks it's a walk that
indicates a person of authority.....someone of
importance who has no need to hurry.  What a fucking
idiot!

He was two 'CLUMPS' from the bedroom door and Dally
was about to follow the tapes under the Sheriff's bed
himself when we heard the Sheriff bellow out, "Skeets,
I dropped one of these God Damn crutches.  I need your
help or I'm gonna fall on my ass again."  Skeets
banged his hand against the hall wall in disgust and
muttered, "I should have left that  drunk asshole in
town.  Let him sleep it off in the jail."  Skeets
would never talks to the Sheriff's face like that. 
The screen door slammed....and shortly after we heard
Skeets says    "You OK now Bart?"  He said that in a
much nicer voice than he'd used in the hall.  Then
with a chuckle he says,   " Christ, taking care of you
is a full time job!"...the screen door slammed again
and down the hall comes Skeets toward our room again,
muttering something under his breath.  ....  CLUMP 
pause.... CLUMP..pause

All the tapes were out of sight  and  Dally was
talking fast as he headed for the window,    "I'm
going out this window and run around the outside of
the house to climb in Skeet's bedroom window.   
Danny, I won't get it all done in time unless you
stall Skeets.   Please do something to delay him for a
minute or so....that's all I need.  You can do it." 
He had opened the window, put one leg over the
windowsill and then the other.  Pulled the window down
from the outside as Skeets was walking by the door.  

Skeets did look in the room quickly as he was taking
another of his infuriatingly deliberate steps past my
doorway.  He was gawking at me with a mean look on his
face, as usual.  I could tell he'd caught a flash of
Dally the last fraction of a second, but his mind
couldn't process the possibility that Dally could have
just gone out that window.  My mind was going a mile a
minute, but wasn't working any better than Skeets'.  
We both came up a complete blank.  'What was that I
saw??'....his mind.           'What to do?' ......my
mind.      In both cases....   zero conclusions.

I admit it, I was petrified.  I had to stop Skeets
from going over to the other bedroom.  Dally wouldn't
be able to go around the outside of the ranch house,
open and climb in the window and put on his handcuff
before Skeets got there.  No way.  I heard Skeets get
another 'CLUNK' closer to his bedroom, but I was so
frightened I couldn't think.  I'll just yell out his
name I thought, it's something......I tried to do
that...I tried to scream,  but nothing came
out.....just a wheezy air sound.  Like trying to
scream in a dream.   Then I tried again and it came
out alright, but much too loud this time... "SKEETS
COME HERE!!!"..  I swallowed my own spit in panic and
started coughing and hiccupping.  We boys simply do
not talk to the Sheriff or Skeets in that tone.  
Skeets said, "What the fuck....?" he forgot about his
dramatic walk.... he came fast CLUMPCLUMPCLUMPCLUMP
right in my room and it's the first time I ever saw a
dark red albino face.  He was raging mad.

I scrambled off my cot onto the floor trying to get in
the corner of the room but my handcuffed wrist
prevented that.  Skeets took four fast steps into the
room, grabbed the front of the jeans jacket I still
had on from when Dally and me had been working the
sage brush earlier in the day...he picked me up off
the floor with one hand and tried to slap my face with
the other hand.  I was tethered to the floor with one
wrist in the handcuff and held fast by Skeets' meaty
fist clutching the front of my jacket pulling against
my handcuffed wrist.   There was no place for me to
hide.   I was scared to death and peed in my jeans
while I was wiggling and ducking my head away from the
slapping hand...... the first slap just brushed the
top of my head.  Skeets was blowing spit bubbles out
of his mouth and snorting through his nose like a
bull.  He was swinging his arm haphazardly trying to
slap my face.  I hoped the pee wasn't going to  soak
through the heavy jeans because that would only add to
my troubles.  I could feel it running down my legs.

As he slapped the top of my head, my shoulder, side of
my neck.... any place he could reach... I kept myself
in constant motion trying to avoid the full face slap.
 Then he finally did get a pretty good slap on the
lower half of my face and I saw stars.   The slap cut
my bottom lip on my bottom teeth causing a spray of
bloody spit to fly out the side of my mouth.  I could
feel my lip swelling up already.  "What the fuck is
going on now?" screamed the Sheriff who had finally
made his way this far into the house on the crutches. 
Skeets took one more swat at me and caught the side of
my head which started my ears ringing.

Skeets answered back the Sheriff, "Didn't you hear
this smart ass telling me "COME HERE"...didn't you
hear that."  The Sheriff said he'd heard  something,
but could believe it was me yelling at Skeets.   He
asked me what my fucking problem was.  I could hardly
hear him through the ringing in my ears but I came up
with something I thought was pretty good.  I said, "I
wanted to know how you were doing, Sheriff.  I was
worried about you."    This might have gotten me off
the hook a little except I yelled it out at him.   

I guess I yelled it out because I couldn't hear too
well and that caused me to speak too loudly.  It
sounded, even to me,  like I was mocking him. The
Sheriff got ripping mad at me too saying, "Don't you
ever use that tone of voice with me again.  God
damnit, you're getting a bull whipping. Think about
that you little fairy.  And keep your fucking pie hole
shut from now on.  You hear me?".  I nodded my head up
and down saying, "Yes Mr Sheriff ... Yes sir, I heard
you Sir. I'm really sorry. Please don't whip me."

Skeets roughly dropped me on the bed..... the Sheriff
who was now so pissed off he was breathing hard and
grunting with the effort and holding his chest. It all
made me think...   "You fat fuck. I hope you have a
heart attack you piece of garbage,  eat a shit
sandwich and die you crazy asshole".    I was thinking
these things in my head.....not saying them out loud. 


Outside the bedroom door Skeets asked the Sheriff,  
"OK if I handle the whipping Sheriff?  You got the bad
leg and all and I'd really like to get that smart
assed brat running around naked on his hands and knees
begging for mercy.  I'm thinking the sooner the
better".  Both Skeets and the Sheriff were groping
their crotches with glazed over looks in their eyes. 
The  Sheriff shook his head and said, "Yeah, yeah
....good idea, but I want to watch.  Now, let's
see...oh yeah, get that god damn boy of yours to start
dinner.  I'm starving."  They were stopped right
outside the bedroom as the Sheriff was trying to
adjust the height of his crutches.  It was tricky and
it was pissing the Sheriff off.  He snarled, "This god
damn thing is broken...Jesus, my fucking blood
pressure must be out of sight with all this
aggravation! "

Skeets got something loosened up on the crutch while
the Sheriff continued his rant,  "That fucking Danny
has me so mad I feel like having you bullwhip him
right now!  What gets into these boys?  You suppose
we're too gentle with em?"  Skeets said, "Are you
shitting me?   Too gentle?   Not a chance, but it just
 might be getting time for a trip to the dirt hole.  
Ya know, maybe get ourselves some new action."  I
couldn't hear anymore as they walked toward Skeet's
bedroom.  But I knew one damn thing....I'd gaven Dally
plenty of time to get back into his handcuff.    Even
with blood drying on my swollen lip I still felt
really good.......  I hadn't let Dally down.

But then, I'm thinking....Skeets really wanted  to
whip me....no doubt about that, but I wasn't feeling
as petrified of that as I'd normally be.  That's odd. 
Maybe it was because I  couldn't see how they'd be
able to do the whipping tonight........they'll be
drunk tonight.  The Sheriff and Skeets always drink
too much before dinner.  The earliest they could do
the bull whipping is almost surely tomorrow morning
and we'll be gone by then.... the Sheriff  and Skeets
will be all hit over the head and duct taped up by
then.             

 I fantasized about what I'd like to say to Skeets.  
Something like.... "Well you retard....I hope you're
good at bull whipping when you're all duct-taped-up
like a fucking mummy.... with your head half caved in
from being hit with billy clubs.....hope you practiced
whipping a helpless boy when you're in that shape
because that's the shape you're going to be in, you
fucking piece of white trash." 

 Jeez, now I'm thinking maybe Dally was right... maybe
I do have a 'hero' inside me.   Just thinking that
brave, defiant  thought  made me smile..  First brave
thought I'd had in almost  two years.....  Yeah,
Dally's right...the fucking Bleaker scum have messed
with the wrong two boys this time!   

Then I had a much darker thought...I remembered
Skeets' comment about a dirt hole and 'new action' for
him and the Sheriff.  Since Dally and me were the 'old
action'....oooooh,  my knee started up shaking.   I
was getting myself worked up with negative thoughts
again.   As I'm having these thoughts lying on my cot,
nursing my smacked face and split lip,  Skeets
unexpectedly did his weird deliberate walk straight
back into my room.  I cringed back on the cot up
against the wall as he clumped slowly towards me.....
no brave thoughts in my head now.  

As it turned out he was just unlocking my handcuff. 
But, he was not nice about it,   "Get the fuck out of
those clothes.  Do I smell piss?   Get your ass
outside to the Sheriff's truck.   Take all the stuff
from the passenger seat in to the Sheriff.  Then help
your girlfriend in the kitchen with dinner.   I can't
wait to whip your ass till it's raw.  I want to whip
it down until I can see a little white spot of your
ass bone.   When I'm done with you boy you'll never
tell me to "come here" again."  

I was out of my clothes in a flash.  Looking at the
floor I mumbled, "I'm very sorry My Bleaker...I'll
never do it again.  Please don't whip me.
Sir,  I'll be good.."  He told me to get moving and as
soon as I turned to hurry off to the Sheriff's truck
Skeets took a big swing and slapped my bare ass...S M
A C K!!!  and I yelped and tried to run but that smack
stopped me in my tracks...it hurt like hell.   I was
lifting my feet up and standing in place at the same
time trying to absorb the shock and the pain when he
wound-up and got me with another whack even harder
than the first one... that second smack picked my
heals right up off the floor with the force of it.... 
 S M A C K !!!  Jesus, I had tears in my eyes.  Those
two smacks really hurt me.  "Get moving you
pussy...you're worried about a couple of pats on your
ass...Jesus, are you in for a reality  check..."

I hurried down the hall towards the side door....my
ass and the back of my right thigh were on fire.  He
hits harder than the Sheriff.   All my old fears were
back now ...bigger than ever.  No more bravado from
me.  How the hell am I going to go up against either
one of them with a billy club... maybe with a shot gun
I'd have a chance.  But certainly not with only a fat 
stick in my hand.   Fuck!    A billy club isn't enough
against these madmen.    

My scaredy-cat heart was pounding too fast again as my
naked body, with it's red, sore ass hurried to do what
I was told to do.  My mind was back to non-stop worry
about that whipping Skeets was anxious to give
me...that bull-whipping nightmare in my future.  If
anything went wrong with our plan to get away from the
Ranch tonight, oh my God...I'm going to die a slow,
painful death from that bull whipping.   My leg began
that shaking thing it does and all of a sudden I felt
like I was going to throw-up..... familiar feelings
for me to have.

I ran with an armload of the Sheriff's papers to the
study where the Sheriff was pouring himself about two
inches of Wild Turkey into a highball glass.  He
looked up and his eyes seemed to take in all 5' 6" of
my naked, shaved body.  His voice was mean spirited
and nasty as he said,  "Come here."  When I did he
took hold of my hairless balls and played with them a
minute before squeezing them hard.  I almost blacked
out, but I was expecting it so I managed to keep the
scream of pain inside my head.   He gruffly said, "Get
me some ice, boy.  I'm so disappointed in your
behavior.....and after all I do for you too.  You are
so ungrateful!  Don't even open your mouth, just get
the ice.   You need a hard whipping and you're sure as
shit going to get it."  

He was groping his crotch openly by the end of his
lecture...I could see him boning up just anticipating
my screams, my pleas and my agony.  I had another one
of those  emotion changes that I'd been getting
recently.  This time,  all of a sudden,  this calm
feeling came over me......'we aren't dealing with
human beings here, I thought.  Well, they're not
'normal' human beings...these two are very sick in the
head.  Dally and me will not fail tonight against
these sub human psychos.   And I just might ignore
what Dally told me about us not being murderers.  I
might keep hitting that fucking pant load of a sheriff
until his brains are running down his ugly face.' 
When I'm thinking those thoughts I didn't feel
afraid....I felt angry.    My emotions had been
changing from one minute to the next lately.   I was
under so much stress....maybe too much stress for me
to handle.  I haven't been thinking straight ever
since  Dally told me about the billy clubs and our
plan for escape.....my mind has been all over the
place.

I got the ice on the run though because I didn't want
to act suspicious in any way.  The Sheriff expects me
to be weak and weepy and  afraid enough to pee my
pants.....well, actually I already did pee my pants a
little while ago, but now I'm feeling brave again and
I'm just pretending to be scared.  I think that's what
I'm doing...... it's hard to tell.  

Dally was mixing his meatball concoction when I came
back to the kitchen.  Skeets was sitting at the
kitchen table watching him.  "Get me a beer from the
cooler." was all Skeets said.  I hustled to get it for
him and then opened it for him too.  He nodded at the
table next to his empty beer bottle and said, "Put it
down right there and get the spaghetti pot started and
open some spaghetti sauce and get that fucking frozen
garlic bread out of the freezer and make us a salad
with lots of onions.  Most importantly, don't look at
anybody or open that smart-ass mouth of yours or I
swear to god I'll do you right here...."  My heart
went 'thump thump thump' and then Skeets said, "Ah,
You know, do ya that bull whipping right now."

Dally and I both knew what he meant the first
time..."do ya" in this part of Texas means "kill ya". 
I didn't dare steal a look at either Skeets or Dally. 
Instead I hurried to do what Skeets wanted.  Dally was
frying the meatballs and trying hard to pretend I
wasn't in trouble.  My bravado earlier was gone again.
 Skeets and the Sheriff were simply bigger than life
and they were so intimidating....well fuck,  half the
time I could hardly breath.  Somehow Dally and I got
the dinner ready while the Bleaker brothers continued
to drink.  Dally turned the heat down on the big
spaghetti pot and I guessed he wanted to delay dinner
so the brothers had more time for their drinking. He
whispered to me, "We have to do it during dinner.  We
can't take the chance they'll whip you tonight. We got
to get them drunker...somehow."  He looked at me
sternly and I knew we were very close to taking action
and there would be deadly consequences if we fail.  My
humming bird heart started up again...

My hand was shaky as I took another glass of ice in to
the Sheriff and poured him a BIG drink of straight
Wild Turkey bourbon.  With my head down I offered it
to him.  "Too late for sucking up, ya little cunt. 
You're getting that whipping.  Just put the drink down
and get your ass back out in the kitchen."    I
hurriedly brought another beer to Skeets who said,
"Get me one of the Sheriff's Wild Turkey shooters. 
And hurry the fuck up with that dinner."  He was
reading the newspaper and not paying too much
attention to Dally and me.  I put a whole bottle of
Wild Turkey next to Skeets along with a double shot
glass and I poured him a full one.   I started making
a big salad and watched Skeets out of the corner of my
eye.  That double shot of bourbon just sat there.  He
ignore it,  but when I checked in on the Sheriff in
the study a little later he had finished that huge
drink I'd made for him and he had a half of another
one next to him.  "Where the fuck is the dinner?" is
all he said to me and his words were slurred....

Back to the kitchen and Skeets' double shot was
gone....I took a chance and poured him another one. 
He didn't look up from his paper....just kept smoking
and sipping on his beer.  When we couldn't hold off
any longer we put the dinner on the table.  "Dinner is
ready , Sir"  Dally quietly told Skeets.  He grumbled
that it's about time, but he was slurring  his words
too.  I went in to tell the sheriff that dinner is
ready..... he was smashed....drunk as a skunk.    He
said, "Robbie, help me to the table.  My fucking
ankle, my fucking knee...every fucking thing hurts." 
I knew that 'Robbie Dunlop' was the name under the
14th picture on the bulletin board.  I said nothing
about the name.   He leaned on me a little,  but he
didn't really need all that much help to get to his
seat at the table.

In the kitchen as he transferred the sauce into a
serving dish,  Dally whispered to me that I need to
put the food on the table and then go right into the
bedroom and get my billy club.  "Come out with a
normal walk, Danny, don't run....... hold the club
behind you and go right up behind the Sheriff and
bring that club down on his head with a lot of force. 
Don't think about anything Danny.  Make your mind
totally blank and just do what I told you.  Don't even
look at me or Skeets.  I'm going right in and get my
club too... and then I'm going right after Skeets." 
Acid reflux came up from my stomach and burned the
back of my throat.  I said, "OK, Dally."  He nodded,
and with my hands and knees shaking,  I took the big
plate of spaghetti and  meatballs to the table.  
Dally went in Skeets' bedroom to get the billy club.  

The Sheriff and Skeets were shoving in mouthfuls of
salad...They were so drunk they'd forgotten about us
saying grace, but that happens at dinner frequently.  
They both were talking at the same time and they both
were badly slurring their words.  I'd helped them
drink too much... but also there was the unusual
circumstance of the Sheriff's accident,  plus the
entire affair with my unusual behavior of calling them
both out...unintentionally.    It had them both
confused and so pissed off they couldn't think
straight.  

All that planning Dally and me had done about getting
out of our handcuffs wasn't going to be necessary....
we are doing it this way.  Getting them drunk ....and
like Dally said earlier,  that threat of bull whipping
me tonight made him rethink his plan.....best to
overpower them before dinner ... that looked like our
best chance.   Of course, we're still counting on the
fact that the Sheriff only has one leg ...that has to
be a big point in our favor.  I put the plate of food
down and mumbled 'bathroom duty' and went right in and
got the billy club from under the chest of drawers. 
My arm was shaking like my leg usually does. I was
shaky all over.  I tried to think of nothing,  like
Dally had told me.

I was puffing out short breaths and shaking like leaf
on a tree when I heard the Sheriff, his back to me, 
say "What the fuck?".   I was walking up behind him
when I heard "THUNK" and the Sheriff shouted,  "Fuck
you think you're doing?....watch it Skeets"  The
Sheriff was half up out of his chair watching Dally
hit Skeets' over the head with the billy club.  Then I
heard another "THUNK" and I was right behind the
Sheriff.  My breathing was so loud as I swung the
billy club he heard it and turned his head at the last
second..... I hit him a slicing blow on his ear and
down to his shoulder.  Faster than I could see,  his
arm reached up and he took the billy club right out of
my hand.  In the same motion he flicked it backward in
my direction and the handle part slammed into the
middle of my forehead and split the skin.  A bump
raised almost immediately as I sat down hard on the
floor with my back up against the wall..

A very loud bell was being rung near my head and the
room had started spinning around. My mouth was open
and the faster the room spun the dizzier I got.  I
leaned over and threw up.  It was very hard to see
because there was a film all over everything...or
maybe it was smoke..... no I think it might be tissue
paper...very thin tissue paper.  I heard the Sheriff
say, "You got about 15 seconds of life left you little
bastard."  I looked up and he had somehow hopped
around on one foot and was standing over me holding
the billy club on his shoulder, real casual like.  I
squinted my eyes and saw Dally running around the
table to come up behind the Sheriff.  Even though I
was still dizzy I  couldn't help but wonder how the
Sheriff could have forgotten about Dally...he must
have been really drunk.    Dally was there in a flash
and without hesitating he brought the club down hard
on the back of the Sheriff's head...THUNK!  ....I
blinked and tried to remember where I was.

It was interesting to watch....like a cartoon. 
Without a sound the Sheriff sat back in the chair very
slowly.  Dally checked the Sheriff's eyes and then ran
into the kitchen and came right back with a plastic
bag filled with ice.  He lifted my hand up so I could
hold the ice bag on my bumped forehead.  Dally ran to
the storage area and came back with three big rolls of
gray duct tape.  I tried to smile at him but I think I
may have frowned.  The ice felt good, but there seemed
to be a vise tightening on either side of my head....
the bell ringing was getting duller although still
annoying.  I heard the sound of duct tape ripping off
a roll.....a long ripping sound and then Dally
breathing hard and then another long ripping sound. 
He was busy alright.  

In less than five minutes I heard Dally speaking.  He
apparently was directing his comments to Skeets when
he said, "How ya feeling now shit-for-brains?  Can I
get you something?  How bout a bull whip, would you
like that?  Feel like whipping anybody at the moment? 
Well, do ya?"  I heard nothing from Skeets.

I couldn't see, because I was sitting on the floor,
but I have to assume Dally had Skeets completely taped
up.  I wanted to stand up but my legs were still like
spaghetti.  From a seemingly unconscious state the
Sheriff slowly stood up and said, "Oh no you don't,
Buster!"  He obviously was not 100% back to his normal
self quite yet because "Buster" was not in his normal
vocabulary.   Dally walked quickly over.  The Sheriff
was looking at me when he said, "Skeets is all tied up
right now so I'll bull whip your ass myself, smart
guy."  Dally swung the billy club like he was doing a
one-arm swing with a baseball bat and it connected
full force on the Sheriff's strained, swollen knee
cap.  When it hit it sounded like a large glass bottle
had been dropped onto a cement floor.  The keening
shrill scream coming from the Sheriff woke me up some
and I stupidly tried shaking my head to clear the
cobwebs, but the ensuing headache was a serious
thing...I immediately stopped shaking my head.  I
could see more clearly now and I could move my legs OK
too.  I was coming around.... I hoped.

Dally just stood next to the Sheriff as the Sheriff
continued to give his insane old lady's screech....a
constant spray of spittle from the Sheriff's wide-open
braying mouth covered the big platter of spaghetti and
meatballs.  I'd never heard or seen anything like it. 
Obviously the pain was something from another state of
consciousness as the Sheriff just stood there and
wailed.  I saw Dally clearly now and he had an annoyed
look on his face at first...... than he kind of
shrugged to himself and swung that billy club
one-armed....buy like a golf swing this time, from way
up behind his head and in a big arch down to impact
against the Sheriff's swollen ankle.  The Sheriff hit
a high note in his scream and then dead silence
followed as his eyes rolled up in his head and he
finally collapsed, first across his captain chair and
then, rolling off the chair he landed on the floor.
Very large thud..... I scooted a few feet further away
from him.

Dally looked at me and made a face and shrugged like,
"What the fuck?...".  Reaching for a big roll of duct
tape Dally told me, "I ripped open Skeets' shirt
before I taped him up and I'm going to do the same
with the lovely Sheriff here."  With that he ripped
the shirt so that all the buttons popped off and
exposed the Sheriff's barrel chest and huge pot belly.
 Both covered in that ugly gray hair.  Dally said,
"This can be a little extra present from us,  Danny. 
The Bleaker brothers should think fond thoughts of us
when someone is pulling this duct tape off along with
all that body hair."   Dally started in by first duct
taping the Sheriff's legs together as he worked his
way up that large body.   Two rolls of duct tape.  He
had to roll the Sheriff back and forth to get five or
six strips all the way around the Sheriff stomach and
chest catching the left arm in tight against the
Sheriff's side. 

With Skeets it had been easier because he never fell
out of his chair. Dally  totally duct taped Skeets as
he sat there unconscious right in the chair.  Skeets
was taped to the chair from his ankles, over his lap
and all up his trunk....with his arms tight up against
his sides.  We could hear Skeets coming to and
groaning..... he was starting to say some words too. 
We ignored him.   The Sheriff is so big that Dally
could only duct tape one of the Sheriff's arms to his
body.   He handcuffed the other one to the bottom leg
of the China cabinet full of dishes and bottles of
booze.  Dally looked at me and said, "I hope he gets
enough strength back to pull that fucking cabinet over
on top of himself.   But, he ain't going anywhere no
matter what he does".

Skeets was duct taped in his chair sitting up and
therefore he couldn't see the Sheriff on the floor. 
He said, "Where's the Sheriff?"  Dally ignored that
and told me, "You just stay there a while longer Danny
while  I collect the evidence."  In short order Dally
had the pictures of the lost boys, minus Dally's
picture and my picture.  It took him some effort to
get the video tapes from under the beds and into a
pile.  He then put the box of "trophy" items from the
murdered boys on a chair and using a magic marker to
write in big letters on the wall above that chair... 
WHERE DID THESE TWO PERVERTS BURY THE BODIES OF THESE
RAPED AND MURDERED BOYS ?    Then on an adjoining wall
he wrote...  THESE TAPES SHOW WHAT THESE TWO PIECES OF
SHIT DID TO THESE BOYS BEFORE KILLING THEM....he put
the pile of sex tapes under the writing.

Skeets read these messages with his lips moving and
then bellowed out, "You little worthless fucks better
pray to God I never get my hands on either of you. 
You will die a slow and painful mother fucking death. 
 You better be thinking of me every night because I'll
be thinking about you and I'll be coming for you.  Now
answer my question...where is the Sheriff?"  I
couldn't help it, I backed up against the wall another
inch to get that much further away from Skeets.  The
evil in his voice...the confidence that he very well
might, somehow... someway... have a chance to get us
again was frightening.  He scared the shit out of me. 
Not Dally though.

Dally was arranging the evidence and he said in an
off-hand way, "Skeetsy, how'd you like another knock
on that ugly head of yours with my little billy club
here.  How'd you like that?"  Skeets screamed, "Come
on over here you pussy boy and try it".  As Skeets was
screaming at us he lurched in his chair and it almost
tipped over backwards.  Strong man for sure,  but
nobody could get out of the situation Dally had put
Skeets in.  Dally walked over and dropped the night
stick on top of Skeets' head.  Dally didn't swing it,
just let it fall forward onto one of two large
swollen, bloody bumps on Skeets head.  He howled in
pain....his head must be aching quite a bit....what a
shame.

Dally had a little lecture of his own..."Let me
explain something to you, Skeets, and be sure you
share this message with the Sheriff when he wakes up. 
You two assholes will have probably eight to ten hours
to chat among yourselves before the cops drag you both
on out of here.  Both of you are unfortunate mistakes
of nature. You think you're better than everyone, but
the reverse is true and all ten billion people on the
planet would agree with that.  Danny and me have just
shit you and the Sheriff out of our lives forever."

Skeets frowned at Dally as Dally continued his
lecture,  "Yes, that's right Skeets...you're shit, 
and just like when someone takes a shit in a
porta-potty, someone else will eventually come by and
empty the shit out and flush it down some sewer.  Same
thing here....someone will come and flush you down a
sewer....my guess would be you'll get flushed down a
prison sewer.   You two are totally over, 
finished...... except for the flushing part.  You'll
lay in the toilet with the piss and the used toilet
paper and the other turds for a time, but eventually
you'll be flushed away.   For right now,  you best
shut the fuck up or I really will hit you with this
stick.....  repeatedly!"    Skeets said nothing,  his
eyes just rolled around in his head and with his mouth
hanging open he, perhaps, was trying to figure out how
this complete reversal of fortunes had happened.

Dally said to me, I'll load up the truck and get the
extra gas and then come back for you.  There isn't any
reason for you to get up yet, Danny.  Just stay there
and let your head clear."  I found I could say, "OK,
Dally.  Thank you."  Truth is the Sheriff had come to
and was staring at me and it scared me but I didn't
want to act like a baby.  Dally was doing everything
and I didn't want him to have to help me move just
because the Sheriff was looking at me.  Shortly the
Sheriff moaned and closed his eyes again anyway so I
was glad about that.  He may have fainted from the
pain again without even recognizing who I was.  His
knee and ankle probably ached more than his head did.
I couldn't see how much more it had swelled up after
the whacks from Dally's club because the Sheriff was
completely duct taped from ankle to armpits.

Before long Dally was ready and he came in to get me. 
I was glad to get away from the smell of my vomit. 
That delightful vomit smell would be another little
treat for the boys to enjoy while they waited to be
arrested.   Dally had picked out some clean boxers,
jeans and T shirts for us to wear.  We put on our
socks and our old Nike sneakers and he grabbed his
"Cubs" baseball cap....the one he'd been wearing  when
captured.  It was the last thing that belonged to us
from the box of 'personal items'  from the 20+
victims.   Not a peep out of either of the Bleakers as
Dally helped me outside and up into the passenger seat
of the truck.  There was a pillow for my aching
head....Dally thinks of everything.  He put the
satchel with the money behind the seat, checked to be
sure he had the two cell phones and just like that we
pulled out of the front gate of the BCR...     We left
the Bleaker Cattle Ranch for the last time.  

Right outside the gate Dally said, "Oh, I almost
forgot"  and he stopped the truck so he could put a
gold chain with a cross around my neck.  It was the
one my mother had given me on my last  birthday with
her, just before she was killed.   She had given up
drinking her beloved coffee for six months in order to
save enough money to buy it for me.  In a real tiny
inscription it read, "love, mom".   The Sheriff had
taking it off me the first day I was on the
Ranch....just before he bull whipping me. 

When I looked at it after almost two years I started
in  crying and Dally and me hugged each other for
maybe three minutes.  The hugging felt just as good as
I thought it would all those times I'd fantasized
about it.   I was enjoying the crying so much I kept
at it until I fell asleep.  Dally spoke soft
comforting things to me while he drove us further and
further away from our living Hell. ...he spoke in a
soft voice saying that I'd done fabulously and that I
didn't have to cry.  I said I was crying with relief
that we made it out alive and because I'd never have
to see the Bleaker psychos again and because he and me
were together.  All the stress we'd been under and the
fact that maybe I had a concussion could also have had
had something to do with the crying.....

We left the ranch about 8pm and I fell asleep before
8:15.  The tension and/or the knock on my forehead had
exhausted me....I'd never felt so tired.  As usual,
Dally had to do the lion's share of saving us.  He
drove along the Mexico/Texas border from Laredo, Texas
down to Mc Allen, Texas... that trip was about two
hundred miles.   Dally wasn't in any kind of hurry and
we pulled into an old Motel named 'The Sombrero'
before midnight.  I'd been sleeping for the last 3 1/2
hours of the trip, but I woke up when Dally pulled the
truck into the motel with the bright lights shining in
through the windshield. 

Of course Dally had a plan...he'd been planning to
escape almost from the first day he was caught.  He
said, "Stay out of sight, Danny.  I'm going to tell
the people at the registration desk that I'm alone." 
I didn't asked any questions...I just scooted down in
the seat.  Dally paid cash for one night and pulled
the truck around to the back parking lot...out of
sight.  We had a small room with twin beds and a small
bathroom with a shower.  The Sheriff had had his
accident less than ten hours ago, that accident had
started a domino effect that ended with Dally and me
sitting on squeaky bed springs in a motel in Mc Allen,
Texas. .......  with nervous half smiles on our faces.

 I looked at Dally out of the corner of my eyes and he
looked so cute and so proud.  "Yo Dally, good job,
man!"  I said it in a flip manner to try and keep it
light because I could sense the tension we both still
felt.    Dally put his arm around my shoulders and it
felt real nice.  He said thanks, but he warned that
there was still much to do before we could really feel
safe.  We're almost certainly safe from the Bleakers,
but we also were very anxious to stay completely free
of the authorities too.   We didn't think we'd be
"wanted" for any crime necessarily, but rather they'd
want us as material witnesses or something along those
lines..we were not interested in what "they" wanted. 
Dally said that the only two people in the world he
trusted at this point were him and me. I put my hand
over and Dally held it with his free hand for a little
bit....that felt real nice too.  But, we were hungry
so it didn't last long.

Dally went back to the main building where they had a
gift shop, which was of course closed at this late
hour,  but there was a little selection of items for
sale outside the shop....you pay at the desk.  Dally
got a toothbrush, toothpaste and a baseball cap that
had a big "A" for Astros on the front.  He scrunched
the hat up and kicked it around the parking lot a
little so it wouldn't look new and then he gave it to
me to wear. I had to wear it back on my head because
my forehead was very tender from that whack the
Sheriff had given me.   Dally had his cap on already. 
We'd share the toothbrush tonight and get another one
tomorrow.  Dally wanted these people, if ever
questioned, to say only one boy stayed the night.  

Our escape took place on a Monday so we'd both had the
Monday treatment of enema, bath and body shave as well
as our hair buzzed to 1/8th inch.  Dally wanted us to
wear the caps to hide our hair cuts.  He may have been
acting over cautious, but we were in a cautious frame
of mind.  We walked a few hundred yards up the highway
to an all night diner and had cheeseburgers, french
fries and milkshakes.  The first 'junk food' I'd had
in two years.  Yum! Yum!   Back in the room we took
turns taking showers trying to shower the BCR off our
bodies.  Dally and me had seen each other naked every
day for months so we were not shy about that...we
walked around naked out of habit.....plus we didn't
have any clean underwear to put on anyway.  We'd buy
clothes and toilet stuff when we got out of Texas.

We had the TV turned to cable news just in case the
impossible happened, but nothing was making headlines
that we cared  about.... 
After a couple showers each Dally began making phone
calls on the Sheriff's cell phone.  He called the
Texas State Police first and spent 15 minutes on the
phone convincing the dispatcher this was a serious
call regarding serial rape and multiple murders. 
Dally told the two individuals he talked to that he
was also going to call the FBI as soon as he hung up. 
The State Police could see from caller ID that the
cell phone Dally was calling with did indeed belong to
the Sheriff of Bleakersville, Texas.  

By letting the State Police know that the FBI would
also be involved  insured that the State cops would
get their asses moving faster.  A jurisdictional fight
over who would be in charge of a potential major crime
operation....it's about who got the most headlines
with these crime agencies......that's what they cared
about.  I guess it was tied into personal career
advancement too.  We didn't care a twit why they
hurried to the Bleakersville ranch..... just do it.

Dally called the FBI and went through the entire story
again.  They had the same personal motivation as the
State Police so Dally thought it best to put them in
competition with each other to get to the ranch first.
 Naturally the FBI and the State Police both had tons
of threatening things to say to Dally about
obstruction of justice and other bull shit of that
sort to try to intimidate Dally into turning himself
in.  Dally calmly told them to go fuck themselves.  He
also told them what an outstanding job they'd done
protecting the children around Bleakersville, Texas. 
Dally was getting angry so he added,  "Don't even
think about stealing any of the personal effects of
the boys who were raped and murdered.  We left a box
of those things behind as evidence.  I have a list of
all the items and the boy's families better get back
every item."  Then Dally was so disgusted with
everything about his two conversations with "the law"
that he threw the cell phone against the wall.  

We both knew the cops wouldn't be interested in that
pathetic assortment of items taken from the boys
before they were killed.  Dally was just breaking
their balls because they didn't seem to care about the
boys, or us...but rather, their emphasis was on 
bureaucratic ass protecting and screaming at Dally.   
 Dally had to talk them into even bothering to go
check it out.  If Dally hadn't found the money and the
cops had found it instead,  we were sure they'd keep
it.  Yeah, we kept it too, but we don't get paid to
"Protect and Serve" like the police do.  And we earned
that money working as slaves on the Ranch.   Dally and
me were pissed off about the authorities' reaction in
general.  He was not a fan of the police....me
neither.

We'd let the FBI and State Cops fight out who gets
jurisdiction and all the glory of handling what was
bound to be the biggest case of the decade.  Dally
said, "Danny, we're done with all this now.  You and
me are going to worry about you and me exclusively for
the foreseeable future."  He told me the first order
of business is to cover our trail and get rid of the
truck, but for right now we need sleep.  We both went
to sleep quickly because it was very late and we were
very tired....we slept in separate twin beds.  I was
hoping to change that somehow,  soon....

Next day Dally and me drove around town and found a
small 'used car' dealership.  After some haggling
Dally paid cash for a seven year old Volkswagen
convertible with a big dent in the passenger door.
The owners papers actually looked authentic.  I don't
have a drivers license,  but I'd driven the pickup all
around  the Ranch many times so I knew how to drive it
just fine.  I  followed Dally, who was driving the
Volkswagen.  We drove all the way down to the very tip
of Texas, at the very bottom of the state.... to
Brownsville, Texas.  It was right on the Mexican
border and right next to the Gulf of Mexico. 

 By the middle of the afternoon we'd stashed the
Sheriff's truck in the parking lot of a 24 hour
supermarket.  With the Volkswagen's top down and Dally
driving we headed for Louisiana 700 miles away.  We
were in no hurry.  We traveled all along the edge of
Texas which bordered on the Gulf of Mexico.  We'd
finally both begun to calm down some and started to
relax a little.  What an awesome ride that was. It was
as close to actually having real "fun" as I've
experienced in a couple of years.  It was a surreal
feeling being out and about...free, like regular
teenagers.  The 'doom' of the Bleakers Cattle Ranch
hung over us like a threat of some unspecified danger.
It was still a presence, but a fading one...

Dally wanted the authorities, when they found the
pick-up truck, to assume we'd fled into Mexico. 
Mexico was not in our plans.  Dally said we were going
on a sight seeing trip the next couple of mouths.  It
was summer time in America and schools are on vacation
in the summer.   We could travel all over and attract
little attention.  We were not unusual, just a couple
of teenaged boys....we fit in just fine.  I looked
over at Dally as he drove us away from our nightmare
and I said a silent prayer of thanks for him in my
life.  Whatever would I have done without Dally. 
Jeez, I got choked-up just thinking about it.

Dally and me cheered like little kids with our hands
waving in the air  when we left the state of Texas and
entered the state of Louisiana.  Dally drove for
another hour on Route 10 and then pulled into a big
motel that advertised a large swimming pool and free
cable TV.  We got our room and  right away turned the
TV on and switched to a news channel.  It came right
up...  "Strange happenings in Bleakersville, Texas" 
was the headline of the report.  Boy, did they ever
have the story all screwed up.  CNN's take on what
happened had very few facts.   The story had just
broken  and I guess they just make stuff up until they
get around to finding out what really happened.  They
reported a nationwide manhunt for Dally and me.  They
didn't know our names and our description could fit a
large portion of the teen population in the world.   

Even our haircuts were not unheard of.  A lot of kids
had short buzz cuts.  The TV report said that two
teenage boys were wanted for questioning in connection
with a "Breaking and Entering" at the Bleaker Cattle
Ranch.  There were unconfirmed reports that the
Sheriff and Skeets had been tortured.   They showed a
picture over and over of the Sheriff and Skeets being
loaded into an ambulance. They had a sheet over each
one so we couldn't tell how much duct tape remained on
the Bleakers.  We guessed it was a lot...

Dally snorted and told me not to worry....the story
would unravel  and get corrected eventually.  And, in
the meantime, all the world's greatest detectives put
together couldn't find us.  We went swimming.  We both
swam for an hour and then drank cokes and ate a dinner
at a table around the pool.  We were relaxing a little
bit at a time...hour by hour.  By the time the evening
news was on there were unconfirmed rumors from leaks
either by the State Police or the FBI that a serial
killer could possibly be connected to the
Bleakersville story.  The two un-named suspects, Dally
and me, were still the focus of the news broadcasts. 
Dally felt that probably the FBI knew by now that they
had a sensational case on their hands.  As they
reviewed all the evidence that we'd left for them it
would be obvious that Dally and me were just two
potential victims... we had no involvement in the
torture, rape or murders of the boys.  

Sure enough, by the next morning the two suspects had
changed from being the two unknowns, Dally and
me....to being the Sheriff and his brother, Skeets. 
Charges were filed and they were taking from the
hospital to a prison facility.  Dally and me were now
the two heroes who had over powered the monsters and
managed to escape.  They begged us, on the TV
broadcasts,  to come in and help with the case against
the Bleakers.  Yeah, fat chance!   We listened to talk
radio as we drove through Mississippi and into
Alabama.  On all the talk radio programs we were
applauded as the bravest of heroes.  We heard
basically the same message  all the way through
Alabama and Georgia...   Same story as Dally drove us
right into Florida too.  Nice to be applauded and
called a courageous hero.... Dally jokenly bitched
that no one elevated us to "super" hero....like Batman
and Robin, maybe.

Dally wanted to drive all the way to the bottom of
Florida to Key West.  I wondered why and he said,
"Just because we can, Danny."  So we drove to Key
West, Florida.  From Key West it's a short boat ride
to Cuba....for those who are dumb enough to want to
get to Cuba. Our travels had taken more than two weeks
because we took our time and only drove four or five
hours a day.  We had no special time table.... just
what we felt like doing.  If we liked something about
a place,  we'd spend the night and sometimes two. 
Slowly but surely the accurate story of the Bleakers
Cattle Ranch emerged.   We followed the reports in 
newspapers and watched TV news every day.  It was
obvious to everyone after two weeks that the Bleakers
were in deep, deep shit.

The mundane activities of life crawled along
unconcerned about the world-wide interest in the mass
rapes and murders that took place on the BCR. 
Innocuous matters like our body hair went about it's
business of slowly growing out.  It had reached the
prickly stage after the first five days, but we
persevered through that and as it continued to grow we
knew that soon we wouldn't even have to give it a
thought.   We were just starting to let ourselves have
some fun now and then....laugh a little.    

We were stopping to look at every single tourist spot
that  advertised itself along the highway.  Hooker
Cave and the world's largest ball of string and the
fire cracker super store and every damn silly thing
you can think of.  We paid to see it or eat it or
whatever.... Somehow Dally had known that a frivolous
road trip like the one we were on would be a good
first step toward healing and adjusting back to the
normal world.  Just to be able to get out of bed when
we wanted and choose what we wanted for breakfast was
a new and wondrous thing to us, especially for me. 
I'd been away from civilization for almost two years. 


Dally would give me a hug or squeeze the back of my
neck or rub my head,  but that was about it for body
contact.  I couldn't help but wonder if that was all
there was going to be.  It was surprisingly easy to
admit to myself that I longed for more.  I ached to
lie naked with Dally in bed.  To cuddle and hug with
him and  to kiss his mouth.... that's what I really
wanted to do.  Kiss his cute mouth.  I stared at his
face and body whenever I could do it without Dally
noticing.  I had lots of boners in bed.  Sometimes the
room we rented had only one bed and we shared it,  but
he made no move to touch me.  I was jerking off a
couple of times a day in the bathroom just from my
fantasies of Dally.  The Sheriff had turned me into a
queer, but Skeets apparently hadn't turned Dally into
one.  One more thing about Skeets  for me to hate....

Key West was...well, quaint.  I guess that is a good
overall description.  There were a few expensive
looking hotels,  but Dally wanted to rent a room in a
'Bed & Breakfast' place.  I'd never heard of that, but
sure enough, we saw some big houses advertising
themselves as "Bed & Breakfast" VACANCY.  It was kind
of off-season down here so we had no trouble renting a
very nice room for an entire week.  I was happy we
would be staying in one place for a while.  Driving
can get  tiresome.  The place we stayed  was owned and
operated by two middle aged men who I'd have to say
were probably gay.  I didn't have much experience with
gay people, but I'm pretty sure these guys were gay. 
They really were nice to Dally and me though and
insisted we take the premium room with a big feather
bed at a 'normal' room rate.

The younger of the two, George, was gushing with
enthusiasm about how Dally and me are going to love
sleeping in that feather bed.  It did look
comfortable.  Since I'm apparently gay now myself, I
felt I should fit in real well at 'George and Terry's
Bed & Breakfast'.  That's the name of it.  Both guys
are very accommodating I must say.  Terry is a bit
clumsy and is always falling into me, but he
apologizes so much I can't hold his clumsiness against
him.  When I told him that I wouldn't hold it against
him he said, "Oh my dear, Danny...you can hold it
against me all you want.  Please do!"  So nice and
polite. Still, I can't say I understand why he'd want
me to be critical of him.   The important thing is
we're all getting along wonderfully.  And I do indeed
like the place.... a lot.

That first night Terry and George insisted we come to
the pier with them to see the sunset and have dinner
as their treat after the sunset.  WOW!  That sunset
was beautifully spectacular.  We learned that lots of
people visit Key West primarily because of the sunsets
over the ocean which are always very special.  We got
there a half hour or so before the sunset and had
cocktails.  George bought Dally and me a grapefruit
and vodka drink with cherry juice added for
sweetness....in a plastic cup.  I must say, it was
very good.  I felt woozy a short time after finishing
it though.  Terry said that's because I drank it too
fast.  He stood behind me and held me around the waist
for the remainder of the sunset to steady me.  They
are both very thoughtful men.  For some reason Dally
had a kind of mysterious half smile on his youthful,
cute face, his green eyes shining brightly.  I loved
looking at him.

  We ate fried shrimps, cole slaw and some kind of
dark rice at a small table on a balcony overlooking
the ocean.  Dally and our two hosts shared a bottle of
white wine while I had two large cokes.  Dally told
lies about our trip and who we were.  I mostly nodded
and smiled.  Terry kept patting my hand as if I were a
seven year old.  That's Ok, they're very nice as I've
said.

It was a very good first night in Key West.  Before we
went upstairs to bed Terry and George both kissed us
on the cheeks goodnight so I was right about them
being gay it seems.  Dally and I sunk into that
feather bed and we met sort of in the middle.  It was
a very soft mattress. I had the thrill of my life
sleeping all night right up against Dally.  He even
put his arm around me and I think he kissed me....or
at least licked me.  Either one would be fine.  

I'm  not naive, I know Dally was drunk when we went to
bed and probably wouldn't remember the kiss or face
lick by morning.  No matter, I loved it.  I stayed
awake longer than Dally and made sure my legs were
against his legs.  Oh my God what a boner I got.  When
it got too painful and my balls surely had to be a
deep shade of blue  I went in the bathroom and fisted
my boner shooting  a long stream of cum up on the
mirror above the sink.  What a hot, hot sensational
climax  I had ...thinking about Dally again. 
Something simple like wanking off was like a new thing
for me...that revolting  Sheriff had been milking my
balls dry for two years.  I'd forgotten how much fun
jerking off can be and how great it feels...

In the morning Dally was all smiles and he wrestled
around with me in bed and what a boner I got then too.
 Jesus, I had another hot wank just before taking a
shower.  Whew...Dally really made me hard.  This was
all so great I had to keep pinching myself to be sure
it's real.  Downstairs for breakfast where Terry and
George tried to outdo each other taking care of Dally
and me.  There were three other guys staying there,
but they were older and more serious.  One was here
for an entire month doing water color paintings of Key
West.  The other two were together on some kind of
business trip.  Something to do with their travel
agency.   One would have to assume they're gay too.

Talk about a coincidence!  For my purposes it was
great.  Maybe some of this will rub off on Dally.  The
one place we choose to stay in and everybody is
gay....sometimes it's better to be lucky than smart. 
Right?
Terry almost ended up in my lap when he was serving my
breakfast.  The poor guy is a total 'klutz' ...but so
nice that no one criticizes him.   As a matter of fact
Dally and George get the biggest kick out of it.  I
gave Dally a frown to try to get him to stop laughing
at Terry...Terry's feelings might get hurt.  On the
other hand, Terry thought it was funny too.

We toured Ernest Hemingway's home and museum.  He was
a famous Key West author apparently.  There was a bus
tour of the entire Key which lasted hours and was
great.  Just relax on the bus and have someone explain
all the sights...then, of course there is the bus
boner.  Always appreciated.  We went to the beach
later and this is pretty much the way the whole week
went.  The temperature was in the 80s with lots of
sunshine.  We did some things with our hosts and
toured the Key and used the beach.  Every night we had
cocktails on the pier at sunset.  On Saturday there is
a Gay Trolley tour which Terry gave us free passes
for.  He said a friend of his drove the bus.  His
friend, Myles, was just as clumsy as Terry.  Jeez, I
spend half my time keeping those two from falling
over.  Very nice guys though.  Always smiling and
laughing.... Dally too, a little more so lately.

At nights and sometimes when I'm lying in the lounge
chairs on the beach I would think about the horror I
lived through on that ranch.  It was impossible to
comprehend how bad that was and how good this is.  In
the same reality...the same time and dimension.  How
could the two totally opposite experiences exist on
the same planet?  Evil and innocent goodness or
niceness.  I'd shiver and feel sick just thinking
about those poor boys who where murdered by the two
psycho brothers.  And I'd feel scared and nervous
thinking about what was done to me for all those
months.  Tears would wet my cheeks thinking about what
my fate would have been without Dally.  I wondered, in
my musings,  if I'd know somehow , when they did
finally kill me, if  I'd know that I'd been murdered
and thrown in a dirt hole?  You know, your soul or
something can see it or just knows it  happened...
somehow.   I can't talk about these thoughts with
Dally because he says were in a "no Bleakersville
zone" for a month.  

He's afraid we'll fixate just on the horror we went
through rather than fixating on our escape and our
good fortune now.  Dally wants me to enjoy the present
for a while and then he and I will spend some time
talking together about the Ranch and then we'll
concentrate on our good fortune in the present again
and so on.  Dally says we'll sneak up on reality.  He
said he doesn't have anything to back him up on this,
but he just thinks we need to do it this was.  

He always says, "It's you and me Danny.  We will make
it work together somehow.  You're always going to have
me along side to help you ...as long as you need me. 
Both of us, but you particularly, have a lot of very
negative baggage to work through.  You more than me
Danny because you were there almost three times as
long as me.  We'll heal and acclimate to regular life
together,   forever if need be...till we're both well.
 Trust me, Danny"

We were having fun and we were beginning to feel
relaxed at times too so we let Terry and George talk
us into staying another week.  They said we could stay
at half the regular room rate but Dally insisted we
pay full price.  As it turns out there are many gay
guys in Key West.  The gay trolley tour outlined the
history of gay and lesbian activities in Key West. 
They went back many years.  I really liked it all
because I wanted Dally to adsorb the culture, so to
speak.  Guys would walk down the street holding hands
like it was no big deal.  Young guys old guys, you
name it.  

There were also some young cute guys who I found
myself staring at.  Surprised me some because I never
realized I was so interested in guys before.  Maybe I
was too young or too oblivious before my arrest to
explore my sexuality.   Of course,  during the last
two years,  as I was being raped and beaten on a
regular basis  it would be difficult to take note of
subtle changes in my sexuality....to say the least. 
The thought occurred to me that the Sheriff hadn't
made me queer...or gay.  It was perhaps my nature and
I'd simply grown into it.  I liked that thought a lot
better and I hoped it was true.

Terry and George introduced us to some of their
friends and we were invited to a cook-out at a rich
gay guys house.  Terry tried to teach me to dance and
I did OK.  Dally had apparently learned to dance
before being arrested and he danced with some of the
girls that were at the party.  I looked over and he
seemed to be having a good time so I didn't interfere.
 I had a couple of beers and met a young gay guy who
was one of the older gays nephew.  His name was
Frankie and he wasn't real cute,  but he had a nice
taut body and he seemed to like me.  He was very
touchy, but that didn't bother me.....it felt good.

I practiced dancing with him for a while and then he
started rubbing his hand on my crotch.  I don't know,
it didn't seem right so I made my way over to Dally
shortly after the crotch rub.  I saw Frankie with
another younger guy later on.  He waved and smiled at
me so I guess there were no hard feelings.  Frankie
and this other boy were slow dancing together but it
was almost like they were doing a fuck with their
clothes on.... rather than dancing.  It scared me in
the pit of my stomach and it gave me a stiffy too.  I
thought about doing that with Dally and my boner
started leaking..

On the beach the next day a nice looking young guy
came up to Dally and me and introduced himself as a
guest who just checked in at George and Terry's Bed
and Breakfast.  His name was Dylan Curtis and he was
21 years old.  The three of us hit it off wonderfully
and Dally, me and Dylan were inseparable the rest of
the week.  Terry and George said they were jealous and
Terry said to Dylan, "You bad, bad boy.  I would never
have told you about Danny and Dally if I knew you were
going to steal them from Georgie and me."  We all
laughed.  It became easier to laugh day by day...

Every night we all met up at the pier for cocktails
and that great sunset that never disappoints.  I
really liked being here with these gay guys.  Dallas
was just as relaxed with all the gay guys as I was,
but still no touching between Dally and me.  That
fabulous feather bed made sure we slept close together
though.  Well, thank God for that at least.   He'd put
his arm around my shoulder and I loved that, but that
was the extent of it.  Often I'd roll into Dally and
rub my forehead against the side of his face .  The
feel of Dally and his yummy personal smell had be hard
all the time.  I let Dally feel my boner a number of
times,  on his belly or his thigh...my face getting
red as a beet and hot as the sun while I was doing it.
 My heart pounding to beat the band, but Dally
wouldn't make a move.  He had a boner many times too
and I felt that sexy thing every chance I got.  Always
I yearned to kiss him and taste his mouth.   I
wondered what it would be like.

During the day our new friend Dylan had a ton of
energy and entertained Dally and me constantly.  He
was so very funny doing impersonations of the other
guests and famous people we all knew from TV or the
movies.  Dally and me almost peed our shorts laughing
at Dylan ten times a day.  He was blond with a great
tan and a tight smooth body.  Dylan was very
touchy/feely with both Dally and me.  We were always
being touched in some manner or other.  I loved it
all... Near the end of the week we discovered that
Dylan had a hair salon in Miami beach.  Dally and me
had not had a haircut for a month now and our hair was
an even inch long all over our head.  Dylan said it
was not a hot look.  He trimmed it around the sides
and back so that we looked a little "hotter" now. 
That's what Dylan said anyway.

We stayed a third week because Dylan said, "Fuck it. 
I'm in love with Dally and Danny and we simply must
repeat last week so I was naughty and called my salon
to tell Tyrone that he is in charge another week. 
Aren't you all thrilled I'm staying?"  He made this
announcement at dinner the Saturday night before we
were all leaving.  George and Terry seemed so happy at
that prospect that I hoped Dally would say OK to
another week.  

Dally poured himself and me some wine and said, "It's
up to Danny.  He was saying just last night that he
can't wait to get back to our farm in Idaho.  Didn't
you, Danny?"  Everyone was smiling because they all
knew I'd want to stay another week so, as a joke,  I
said,  "Sorry guys I miss picking those potatoes too
much.... Can't wait to get back on the farm."  Then I
said,  "Oh no!   I lied.  Fuck Idaho!  We're staying!"
 Great laughs and everybody tapped their wine glasses
together for a toast to another week.

We all became close friends and I almost wanted to
tell them the truth but Dally was adamant that we keep
the truth to ourselves about the Bleaker Ranch.  The
third weeks was very nice too.  Dylan rented a fishing
boat for the week and the three of us spent a great
deal of time on it during the day.  Dylan taught Dally
and me how to fish.  Friday we came in after a day on
the water with sun burned noses.   Everyone at George
and Terry's was glued to the TV.  "What going on?"
asked Dally.  And it was of course the Bleaker
Ranch....they'd found the mass grave.  It was located
300 yards behind the barn.  The bones from over forty
boys were mixed together under just three feet of
dirt..  

Dally and I excused ourselves after saying how
horrific it all was.  We watched the news report alone
in our room holding hands.  I was so afraid
again...seeing the ranch and thinking of the horrible
Bleaker brothers and realizing how close it came to
being our fate too...that dirt hole.  We'd been
hearing and reading reports right along about the
case.  The Sheriff and Skeets were in solitary
confinement in separate facilities awaiting trial.....
nine months away.  They were to be tried separately
for forty murders so far and hundreds of rapes of a
minor.   Some details from the sex tapes was leaking
out bit by bit too.    

The background story that led to the discovery of the
grave site wasn't surprising.  Nothing much was
happening when it was about a bunch of poor
kids......and then a wristwatch with a personalized
inscription was identified as belonging to a sixteen
year old boy who's identity was discovered.  It was
that of a boy who had been missing for three years. 
The boy was the son of a prominent Texas oil man.  The
boy had run away  after a temper tantrum over the loss
of driving privileges.  Now they know he was one of
Sheriff Bleaker's victims.  They discovered the watch,
 but not the boy's remains. When someone with money,
like that irate Texas oil man starts screaming for
action the shit hits the fan.   "Where are my son's
remains?  What are you incompetent people doing to
find it?  And, how did you let this abomination happen
in the first place?"

And when the shit hits the fan a tremendous amount of
pressure from the top on down drops like a freight
train on somebody's head.   The FBI and Police felt
that pressure ...... locate the remains!  All kinds of
machinery was brought onto the Bleakers property and
the digging began.   They found the grave site the
third day of digging and as the body count continued
to raise the outrage from the families of those boys
and the public in general was a very big noise.   "You
mean to tell us that over 40 boys were put into slave
labor on that ranch....then they were repeatedly raped
and beaten with bull whips...and then all of them were
brutally murdered and thrown in a dirt hole ....and
nobody in that shit-kicker town had any idea what was
going on?  Is that what you expect us to believe?"

FBI agents swarmed into Bleakersville looking for
other accomplices...   Dally and I felt sick after
watching the report.  It brought it all back to us and
it all put a damper on everything.    We held on for
another day but the reality of it all made having
'fun' impossible for us at the moment.   Dally made up
a story of an injury in Idaho necessitating our
immediate return.  We left our new friends promising
to return next summer and we promised to keep in
touch.  No one could believe that neither Dally nor I
had an E Mail address.  We took their E Mail addresses
though for when we finally did get a computer.  What
did they expect ...we're from the potato state..Idaho.

Dally and I drove up the East coast of America
stopping often.  We talked almost exclusively about
the horrors of the Bleaker Ranch and the boys who died
and our experiences there and how much we hated and
despised the Sheriff and Skeets...after three days of
that there wasn't anything new to say and Dally
imposed another ban on conversations about anything to
do with that horrible place for another month... 
another "Bleaker-free zone"......the only exception
being for some major breaking story about some new
discovery or something like that....

  We went back to talking about current,  positive
things in our lives.  It took us a week, but we ended
up at an ocean resort town in the state of New
Jersey....Wildwood, NJ.  It was a wild place alright
and unlike Key West, Wildwood was definitely "in
season".  Hordes of people.  In Wildwood they have a
long boardwalk along the beach.  It was fun to walk
the boards and we did that for a couple of nights.  We
tried a lot of the food that was sold on the boardwalk
and we tried the Amusement Rides especially the
dare-devil thrill rides.  They had a ride called the
double-shot that gave us a  real rush.  We went on
that one four times.  That was fun,  but we did not
encounter any guys who appeared to be gay..... so it
wasn't as much fun for me as Key West.

Dally said he's heard that there was a kind of gay
haven in Cape Cod, Massachusetts so we drove there. 
>From Wildwood to Cape Cod was almost an eight hour
drive.  Then another hour to the very end of the Cape
to..... Provincetown.  It was crowded too...real
crowded.  But there was a definite gay presence there.
 Unfortunately there were no rooms available any
where.  It was a sold out Provincetown that we ran
into.  What the hell, we tried.  After waiting 45
minutes we got a table and ate at a restaurant right
at the ocean's edge.   A nice guy, who I thought might
be gay,  asked if he could share the table because the
wait for another table was over an hour.  Of course we
invited him to sit with us.   He was middle aged, but
friendly, real chatty  and helpful with information
about Provincetown.  We told him about our recent trip
to Key West and he told us a couple stories about his
trips there.

We were getting up to leave when he asked where we
were staying......    upon hearing there were no
vacancies anywhere in town he made some cell phone
calls and got us a room in another 'Bed and
Breakfast'.  He drove us there too.  To be honest it
had a great view of the ocean, but the room itself
couldn't compare with our special room in Key West.
This Bed & Breakfast place was much bigger too,  25
guests.  A larger guest group had it's benefits
though.  Dally and I were not the center of attention
and this was a good thing now because we wanted to
spend more  time alone, just the two of us..  We hiked
and rented scooters and walked the beautiful sand
dunes.

The Bed and Breakfast had an excellent
restaurant...not just for breakfast, but dinner too. 
Our third night there, after dinner,  we were talking
with a couple of real high roller type gay guys.  They
were very into themselves bragging about their
European travels and West Coast experiences and
brushes with the famous of Hollywood.   These guys
were slightly boring except they had a big point in
their favor.....they were buying Dally and me after
dinner drinks.  Something that tasted like cherries. 
So we stayed with them for an hour or so.  Dally and
me got a little tipsy from too many of those drinks. 
The gay guys hugged us goodnight and told us to "have
fun in bed you two hotties".   

Later in bed after we'd brushed our teeth and stripped
down to our boxer shorts  I said, "Dally, do you
remember one time you said that if me and you had sex
together that would be more than OK with you and you
asked me if it would be OK with me?  Do you remember
that because I never answered you.  Dally I want to
tell you my answer.  It's this...yes, it is more than
OK with me."  When  I'd started up with my speech I
was feeling a little drunk and had the false courage
that goes with that, but by the time I finished up I
was running our of oxygen because I said everything in
one long sentence and my false courage had run out. 
My face was bright red and my eyes were watering.  I
thought, why did I ever say to Dally what I just said?

Dally had been looking in my eyes while I was saying
that very long sentence and he hesitated before
answering me.  I felt so embarrassed I looked away. 
Dally gently pulled my face around  with his index
finger under my chin and said, "Look at me Danny." 
When I did he slowly moved his face closer and closer
to mine and then he put his lips on my lips and kissed
me the sweetest kiss I'd ever felt.  My eyes closed
and shortly his tongue went between my lips and then
between my teeth..... he licked against my tongue and
a sensation like nothing I'd ever experienced made my
body shiver all over.  Dally held my head with both
his hands and kissed my lips and licked my tongue and
I felt all squirmy and deliriously wonderful. Nothing
like anything I'd ever even imagined.

Breathing little shallow breaths Dally took his lips
away and put the side of his face next to mine.  He
breathed some more and kissed my ear and whispered to
me, "Oh, how much I've wanted to do kiss you, Danny." 
  And he kissed me two long kisses on the side of my
forehead.  He was so  intense with the kisses that a
few new waves of shivers again swept from my head to
my toes.  He rubbed his nose back and forth against my
nose and said, "You are so yummy, but I made myself 
wait for you to bring "us" up ....or for you to ask
about "us '.     I was afraid if I tried something you
might feel I was forcing myself on you, maybe even
just a little.... and then maybe a picture of one of
those monsters would flash by your eyes...I was so
afraid you might associate me with them if I tried to
move too fast with you.  Oh my God you're delicious." 
And he kissed various parts of my face and licked all
across my forehead with just the tip of his pink
tongue.  Then we kissed the way the French boys kiss
and we gently sucked on each other's tongue while I
hugged and rubbed Dally all over his lean, tight,
smooth body.  It was way, way beyond anything I could
ever make up in my head.  Better than any dream I ever
had of Dally.  

I could feel Dally's hard boner and I know he could
feel mine because he rubbed his legs back and forth
over the leaking head of mine until there was a shiny
wet spot on his thigh.  After ten minutes or so Dally
again whispered in my ear, "Danny, can I suck on your
boner, please?"  I said,  "Oh yes...oh yes, do."  

He pulled my boxer shorts down below my balls and then
began  a round-about route to my boner.......he kissed
and lipped and sucked and tongued down under my chin
and all around my neck and chest...over to one of my
nipples and then the other, sucking and lightly biting
them as they stood straight out just as hard as my
dick.....and then Dally licked his way down, with 
little quick licks the entire length of my breast bone
and then puckers with his lips here on my belly and
there or my belly causing shivers all over again.....
and a long time on my belly just above my pubes and
then back up a little to my belly button and  down
again all around my pubes and..... one long, slow lick
down my boner and onto my balls and under my balls and
up my balls to my hard leaking cock and..........and
then my boner was in his warm, wet, soft, luxurious
feeling mouth and he sucked and licked it till I was
squirming and moving and moaning and begging for more
and "Oh Dally..Oh Dally..Dally  Ohhhhhh  AH ahhhh 
AHHHHH " and I shot cum out of my pee hole and
squealed and groaned and shot another good long string
of cum, longer than I ever shoot for my second stream
and it felt some new wonderful beyond-belief way as it
poured out my spunk... and then three more smaller
shots of cum, each one feeling so good ........I
realized I was holding onto Daly's head too tightly
with both my hands and I made myself loosen my hold as
I played with his soft hair and enjoyed that fabulous
whole-body tingling feeling after a huge climax.....my
face was wet with our saliva and with my tears
....nothing could ever feel this good again.....

Dally continued to lightly suck on my cock to get
every drop of cum up and out of my nuts.  He looked in
my eyes with those large, incredibly green eyes of
his... straining at the top of their sockets staring
up at me, beautiful eyes surrounded by long, curved
eye lashes.  A little wrinkle in his forehead and a 
cute smile on his lips with my cock in the middle of
it.  His hair and grown out and I ran my fingers
through it as I stared back at a his beautiful face.  
He looked a lot younger than nineteen.  I wondered how
this young kid saved both of our lives against the
evil of those two madmen...  Looking at Dally I was
thinking how much I loved him too.

Only when I'd calmed down and my heart beat was under
100 beats per minute did I realize there was a lot of
wetness on my calf and ankle.  It registered then that
Dally had been stroking his boner as he sucked me off
and he had shot his load on my leg just seconds after
I'd finished with mine.   He was breathing as hard as
I was.  My head was on my pillow and Dally
straightened up to share my pillow and to kiss me.  He
still had some of my cum in his mouth and we licked
each other's tongue again and then Dally rubbed his
wet lips back and forth on my cheek as he was pulling
me gently against him.  We hugged each other...tight
at first and then we just held on to one another,
touching our bodies against each other as much as we
could.....

We talked of love and sex and I told Dally I more that
loved him...I almost worshipped him because without
him first giving me hope to hold on,  then giving me a
reason to keep living, and then actually saving me
from certain death in a dirt hole grave...   well, he
was my hero and I never expected to ever feel about
anyone else any where near the way I feel about Dally.
 "You may think I'm too young at seventeen or maybe
too inexperienced to know if I'm in love, but I know
with a certainty that I do love you, Dally ......and
I'm going to love you all my life and longer... if 
possible.

Dally said he'd never felt so protective of anyone,
not even his little brother, as he'd felt for me.  He
was puzzled by that at first and he's still not sure
what it was about me that brought that protective
quality out in him.  And then that protective feeling
had turned into one of really caring about me and
wanting to get to know me and to spend time with
me......and then, eventually his feeling for me turned
into love.  He said he had never been in love before
either. But, like me...he knows it when he feels it
and he loves me...head over heels.  

We started kissing and hugging and rubbing and after a
while I sucked on Dally's boner and he stroked my
boner and we both had nice cum shots again....we both
were shivering and hugging each other tight.   In the
morning we went at it again and it was always a truly
magnificent feeling when I shot my load of sperm. 
Each time I thought to myself... it's impossible that
I'm going to feel this awesome every single time
...right?...is it possible? 

What a time we had in Provincetown.  On two separate
occassions strangers on the street...gay strangers,
mentioned that we looked especially happy today.  They
always gave a wink or a smirk, like they knew
something.  I guess we were giving off vibes of being
in love or perhaps of being sex fiends or something. 
Dally and I smiled all the harder because it is true
on both counts...we are sex fiends, for each
other...and we were very much in love.  We stayed
three weeks in Provincetown and our last night there
Dallas had his first anal sex with me.....at the very
beginning of his penetration I knew right away that
nothing could top this as a sexual turn-on for me...as
he slowly entered me deeper and deeper I loved that
filled-up feeling....the sensations got more and more
wonderful and I couldn't stop moving my head back and
forth concentrating on how fabulous it felt to have
him inside me.  His humping over and over on  my
prostrate area almost made me scream with pleasure.  I
put my hand in my mouth and blew spit around
it.....what a feeling.   Previously I'd thought
nothing could feel better than oral sex, but this did.
 

Two hours after Dally fucked me I returned the favor
and the sexual arousal of being inside the boy I loved
was like an out-of-body experience.  So many new and
out of this world wonderful sensations had me
constantly humming...not just my voice, but my entire
body was humming.  It was the most intimate thing I've
ever done or could ever imagine doing.   I loved it,
but for getting me hot and getting me to cum off with
a long, hard stream of spunk nothing compares to being
fucked by Dally.  He truly fills me up and I love to
hear him gulping with the sexual pleasure he feels
from fucking his Danny boy... God Almighty, but I'll
bet Dally and me could bore the socks off half of
Provincetown talking about how hot each of us is for
the other.....I know, it can get a bit yucky to have
to listen to us two go on and on about how fabulous we
are ...OK, maybe a bit sickening too.  But there it
is.  Danny loves Dally and Dally love Danny...so
there!

We drove from Massachusetts on a long, round about way
to Chicago, Illinois.  That's Dally's home town but he
had no intention of seeing his mother.  He wouldn't go
into any details, but I think she was on drugs and had
neglected Dally when he was real young.  When he got
into his teens his mother would have her "boyfriends"
stay over night and sometimes they slapped Dally
around.  I don't know what happened to his father.  We
were in Chicago because Dally knew of a guy who, for a
thousand dollars would set you up with a drivers
license, social security card, a Visa card and a
Passport.  Dally found the guy the second night we
were there and two hours later Dally and me had ID.

We needed it because we were headed to Canada.  Weeks
ago Dally finally got around to counting the money we
stole from the Ranch.  It wasn't thiry thousand
dollars....it was one hundred and ninteen thousand
dollars.  A pack of $100 bills is one and a half
inches thick and equals ten thousand dollars.  We had
eyes as big as a toddler on Christmas morning when we
were counting that god damn money.  We were going
"YIPPEEE" and laughing like two ten year olds.  And
that was $119,000.00 total after we'd bought the
Volkswagen and after we had been spending money on the
road for six weeks.  So the original total was a lot
higher.  We wondered who the Sheriff had stolen the
money from.

Dally and I talked for hours and hours and here's what
we came up with.  Get ID paper and go to Canada. 
Canada because there was a culinary school there that
Dally wants to go to.  He wants to be a chef.  Dally
likes to cook and he thinks it's a good idea to work
at something you like to do.  When he told me that I
said, "Duh!  Ya think?"  He gave me the cutest smile.
As for me.... I liked what our Key West friend, Dylan,
described.  He has a barber salon for males
only....and it's located right on a college campus.  I
liked the idea of cutting young, cute guys hair for my
profession.  Dally said, "I'm first" and I replied, "I
said young, CUTE guys, Dally."  Dally said, "Oh,
Duh!"...

We did some research and there is a barber college
within a reasonable distance of Dally's culinary
school so that's where we went.  We have a very nice
apartment in Toronto and the American dollar is very
strong in Canada so it seems like everything is
cheap...inexpensive.  Also, Toronto is a city of
diversity and Dally and me like to hold hands walking 
places..... as far as we can tell, nobody cares.....

Well, life can be very hard but this much I can tell
you:

Let's say you find yourself in a nightmare scenario
deep, deep in the depths of Hell and you want to get
up out of there....up, up, up to a sort of normal
life....and then you still want to get up, up, up
higher and higher all the way to your idea of utopia. 
 Well,  that's a long, long journey that can't be made
alone...

But, let's say you have a boyfriend who is maybe even
beautiful... and you fall in love with him and that
love for your boyfriend gets as hot as the surface of
the sun and you can't get enougfh of the way he taste
or sounds or feels or looks and you can't ever get
enough hugs and your sex gets as hot as your love.....


AND, your boyfriend feels the exact same way about
you... well, yeah... then you can make that long, long
journey. 

Dally and me did it....

The End

fiction by........Donny