Berehowsky Bonding Trip

Chapter 03



By: CJZ♂
email: lycanpureblood@gmx.com


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A father is a man,
 who expects his son to be,
 as good a man,
 as he meant to be.

Frank A. Clark



July 02, 2017
Coconino County, Arizona
U.S.A
10:25 a.m. Mountain Time(MT)




After what felt like an eternity, Kyle was finally able to move his limbs.  He was a little sore and his body ached all over. 

But, at least he felt relieved that his body wasn't paralyzed anymore.

Fucking drug!

As Kyle slowly sat up, he felt weak, dizzy and dehydrated.  He then looked over at Cody, who was sleeping peacefully and looking angelically right next to him. 

His eyes then traced to Cody's small left hand, which at the moment was tightly and quite possessively, grasping his large left testicle.  

Kyle's balls were far too big(in length and width) for young Cody to grasp them both in his little hands. 

He then sighed, as he gently pushed away his son's hand from his drained and very sore nuts.

Fuck!  

It really, did happen!


It really, did fucking happen!

Last night, hadn't been a fucking dream at all!


Godfuckingdammit!

Kyle then saw his water bottle by the side of the pillow...

He grabbed it and jugged it down.

Fuck, was he thirsty!
 

Parched is more like it!


He looked at his wrist watch and the time read 10:25 A.M.  

Fuck!

They should have been on the road, hours ago. 

But, at the moment his head was spinning, he felt queasy and his stomach was in knots. 

He also had a splitting headache and couldn't even think straight. 

His mind was trying to comprehend, as to what had happened last night.  

But, right now...

Well, he had to deal with the symptoms of being drugged... 

And this wasn't the first time Kyle had been drugged up, either.

Kyle closed his eyes, breathed in, drank some more water and tried to relax. 

He needed to relax, to assess the dire situation.

A very troubling and fucked up, situation!

Suddenly, he heard a voice...

Dad!

It sounded like...

Zach!

Kyle tried to stand up, as he felt his head spin.

Goddammit!

"Zachery! 

Son? 

Hold on, I'm coming."


Kyle practically rolled over on top of Cody.  But, he had to be careful, as not to crush the little boy.  The little deviant, didn't even flinch. 

Cody was out like a light, snoring loudly and completely oblivious to anything around him. 

The boy has always been a sound sleeper, even as a baby.  And just like his dad, nothing could ever wake Cody from a good night's sleep. 

Both father and son, could have a freight train run alongside their bed, and they would be able to sleep right through it.  

As Kyle pulled down the zipper of his tent, he saw his eldest boy
staring back at him, looking scared and shivering.

"Dad, what happened? 

I couldn't move all night. 

I've been calling you and Cody for hours."


Kyle rushed out of his tent and almost tripped in the process.  His body was numb, sore and quite wobbly. 

As he made his way, drunkenly towards his son's tent, he noticed that
Zach was looking oddly at him? 

Kyle followed his son's eyes and they went straight to his crotch...

It was then that Kyle realized that
his massive dick and low hanging ball sack, was swinging back and forth, like a pendulum and in plain view of his son.

Shit! 


Zach raised his eyebrows at the inappropriateness and indecency of the situation...

The boy even blushed a little at seeing his dad in this state.  But, it wasn't the nudity that made Zachery blush. 

After all, he's old enough and currently enrolled in many sports in school.  Zach has been in plenty of locker rooms, where he's seen his team mates in all sorts of state of undress. 

So, the boy has seen quite a plethora of dicks and hairy ball sacks in his young life.

However, his "dad's equipment"...

Well, that's something else, all together.

His dad's impressively long, thick penis and massive balls were in a category, all of their own.  

Zach politely looked way.  But, not before inconspicuously taking another discreet and quick peek.

Kyle saw that his son's eyes were fixated at his crotch. 

As he approached his son, he nonchalantly, put away his half hard dick and balls, back into his boxer briefs.

"Hey, bud...

I'm sorry, I couldn't come sooner. 

How are you feeling?"

Kyle then remembered that he'd given Zachery, a sip of his beer last night.

Fuck!

His drugged beer.

The roofied beer given to them, by a 7 year old child.

His precious son, Cody.

"I feel like crap, dad. 

I have a headache, my stomach hurts, my mouth is dry and I can't walk properly."

Kyle kissed his son on his forehead and helped him get out of his tent.  But, as he picked up Zach like a rag doll, he quickly noticed something.

The boy had a rock-hard erection.

A hard, stiff and healthy erection...


Which, at the moment was trying to tear away free from the confines of the boy's boxer shorts...

Kyle couldn't help to smile. 

Now, this was a completely
inappropriate thought, specially with everything that's happen so far.

But, hey...

Sometimes, shit happens!

Zachery blushed, as he realized the same thing. 

After all, there was no way to conceal his hard on from his dad.  He also started to get embarrassed and self-conscious.  

Question, at hand...

Do you address the situation or ignore it?

"Umm, dad..."

Kyle smiled, as he looked at his son.

"No need to be embarrassed, bud.  Happens to all men

It's completely healthy, natural and most important, normal."  Kyle then carried his boy away from the tent.  

As he held Zach in his strong arms, he opened the cooler and handed him a bottle of water.

"Here, drink up and go slow."

Zach took a sip of water and felt much relieved to be with his father. 

After all, last night had been pretty scary.  With the whole thing, about not being able to move and all. 

It had felt more like a nightmare than anything else.  However, at this moment nothing needed to be said between them. 

It was one of those silent father and son moments.

Kyle sat Zach on top of the cooler and checked him over.

"Once, you get liquids in you.  You'll, feel up better.  You've been drugged and you're a dehydrated.  That's why, you feel like shit."

Zach's eyes, bulged out.

"Drugged?"

Kyle held his massive hand in front of his son's face.

"How many fingers, am I holding up?"

Zach couldn't believe what his dad was saying.

"Where's, Cody?"

Kyle sighed.

"How many fingers, Zach?"

Zach angrily pushed his dad's hand away.

"Three! 

Now, where's Cody?"


Kyle slowly, stood up.

"Asleep and as far as I can tell, he's fine."  He sighed, looked away and scrunched his face.

"Your brother was the one that drugged us, both last night."

Zach heard the words come out of his his father's mouth. 

But, there's no way, he'd heard him correctly.  

"What?"

Kyle stood in front of his son and studied him silently.  He towered over the boy, like an imposing giant. 

His massive, tree trunks legs were set wide apart and his muscular and bulging, hairy arms crossed in a defensive position. 

Zach's face at the moment was pale and his
hazel/green eyes, bloodshot red.  

Kyle was angry, confused and felt like crap.  But, he needed to stay calm and composed, if he was going to get answers.

"You heard, right.  And not only, did your brother drugged us both, last night..."

Kyle closed his eyes and cleared his throat.

"He also, sexually assaulted me."

Zach stared at his father in disbelief and dropped the water bottle on the ground. 

The precious cold water, spilled all over the ground and was immediately soaked up by the desert.

The silence around them was deafening. 

After, what felt like an eternity, Kyle continued...

He couldn't find the words,...

He didn't know, how to proceed,...

But, proceed, he must...

"Your brother..."

He sighed.

"Your brother took advantage of the situation...

That I couldn't move and he..."


Kyle couldn't even look at his son, as he struggled to say the rest.

"He, umm...


He orally, umm... 

Well, he sucked my...

Yeah,...

all night."


That's all, he could say,...

Zach's facial expression were priceless...

But, Zach didn't need to hear the whole sentence.  

He already knew...

This was the moment, he'd always feared...

The time had come...

And of all guys, to do this to...

Their own father!

FUCK!

The little colour that Zachery had on his cheeks, quickly faded away. 

The boy's face, actually turned a more ghostly shade of pale and not only was he speechless. 

But, as Zach looked up at his father, Kyle could see the fear in his son's eyes.

Kyle wasn't yelling or going ape shit, yet.  

After a minute of
awkward silence, Kyle spoke up.

"Is there anything, you want to share with me, Zach?"

Kyle cleared his throat and couldn't manage to say it.

Zachery remained silent, perhaps in shock.  His face was facing the ground, as he averted his father's angry gaze.

Kyle sighed and again, struggled with what he had to say.

"Because, it's pretty fucking obvious that your brother knows, what he's doing."

Zach's face was ashen white and he started trembling.

Kyle knelt in front of his son.

"Zachery, I asked you a question.  Is there something, I need to know?"

Zach slowly raised his head, as a tear trickled down his cheek.

"Christmas."

Zach then started sobbing.


"It started, at Christmas..."

Kyle quietly read the boy's facial expression.

"What?  What happened at Christmas?"

Zach looked up at his dad in silence, as he bit his pouty, ruby red lips.

"Zach, what happened at Christmas?"

Kyle put his training to good use.  He was good at reading and catching people at a lie. 

But, he was going to thread carefully, when grilling his own son.

After all, this was something that he had never done before.  As Kyle never had a reason, not to trust his eldest boy.

That is,...

U
ntil today.

And now, Zachery was going to get grilled.

"You need to breathe, Zach.  I need you to keep it together and tell me everything."

Zach wrapped his arms around himself, as he started rocking back and forth.

"I don't know, dad..."

Zach kept shaking his head and continued sobbing.

"I don't even know, where to start..."

Kyle stood in front of his son, watching and listening.

"Hey, look at me."

Zach couldn't look at his father.

"Son, please.  Look, at me."

Zachery finally looked up.

"
Why, don't you start at the beginning, huh?  How about, you take it from there..."

The boy nodded.

"Co,...Cody's different, dad."

Kyle silently stared at his son and then placed his massive right hand on the boy's trembling knee.

"Different?   How, so?"

Zach dried his tears with his hand.

"I don't know...

I...

I can't explain it...

It's like,...

He's changed."


Zach looked up at his dad with pleading eyes and Kyle understood.  He knew that this was going to be very difficult to talk about. 

But, Kyle wasn't going to let this go.  

He couldn't let this go...

He needed answers.

Kyle sighed and gently massaged Zach's knee.

"I need you need to calm down and breathe.  I'm your father and I'll always love and protect you. 

But, we do not keep secrets. 

I need to know how and when all of this started."

Zach took a long and deep breath.

"It was Christmas morning...

You were supposed to call that day.  But, you didn't. 

Cody got quiet, which is very unlike him.  But, lately, I've noticed that he's been sorta depressed and sort of...distant."

Now, it was Kyle's turn to feel terrible.

He remembered...

Christmas fucking day.

Zach was right.  

On that day, Kyle was supposed to have taken time from his busy schedule and call home. 

It had been weeks, since he'd spoken to the boys and his wife.  But, unfortunately on that day, the sheik got an urgent call. 

As Head of Security, it was Kyle's job and main duty to accompany the sheik on this trip.

No excuses.  

A caravan of security vehicles(20 in total) drove to one of his oil refineries in the desert and dealt with the emergency.  

But, that's a story for another time...

"Mom was angry that once again, you'd broken your promise. 

We both saw, how quiet Cody had gotten and nothing we did or say, could get him out of that mood. 

So, she told me to call my friends and have them over for a pool party. 

We were going to order pizza, balloons, cake, the works.  We could have anything we wanted. 

But, since it was Christmas day, all my friends had plans of their own with their families. 

Well, all except one..."

Kyle then sat on the ground and listened to his son.  

"You remember, the O'Bannon's?"

Kyle furrowed his eyebrows and tried to remember...

He couldn't.

"No, sorry."

Zach sighed.

"The O'Bannon's moved into the neighbourhood last spring. 

They're originally from Chicago and they moved
to Phoenix, because Mr.O'Bannon got drafted by the Cardinals, as their new linebacker."

Kyle was trying to follow all of this.  So, he just shook his head.

"Frank O'Bannon and his son Brandon were the only ones that showed up. 

Mom asked Mr.O'Bannon, if he could stay for while and keep her company and he did.  He was a really nice and friendly guy.

Cody was still sulking and before the pizza arrived, I suggested that we should go swimming.

Mom then got a call from grandma and she asked Mr.O'Bannon, if he could supervise us for a while.  

I tried to get Cody into the pool, but he wasn't having it.  He just sat on the pool steps and stared into space. 

Mr.O'Bannon saw the mood Cody was in and tried to help.  

So, he told us that he was getting into the pool with us and that caught Cody's attention."

Kyle nodded.

"Mr.O'Bannon stripped down to his boxer shorts, did a huge canon ball on the pool and we all laughed. 

As we started a water fight, Cody was still sitting by the pool steps.  

That's when Mr.
O'Bannon approached Cody and asked him, if he wanted to pick him up and carry him into the pool. 

That seemed to do it, as Cody smiled and nodded. 

I was glad and I thought that would be the end of his sulking and sour mood.

So, while Brandon and I goofed around, Mr.
O'Bannon had Cody cradled in his arms. 

Cody's behaviour changed and immediately, he got all chatty and even seemed happy.

I wasn't paying much attention to them.  After all, Cody seemed like he'd done a complete 360. 

Then mom came out and told us that she was going to run to the store, before they close and pick up ice cream and cake. 

Mr.
O'Bannon told her to take her time, as he was going to stay and watch us.  

But, that's when things got weird...

Cody started got all clingy with Mr.
O'Bannon

I mean, he
practically latched onto him and wouldn't let go. 

After a while, Mr.
O'Bannon wanted to get out of the pool and into the hot tub.  

But, when he tried to put Cody down, he wasn't having it. 

Mr.
O'Bannon, looked at me and I just shrugged.  So, he took Cody into the tub with him.  

Then Brandon wanted to head inside and play Call of Duty.  As we exited the pool, I asked Cody to come with us and leave Mr.
O'Bannon alone.  

But, Cody shook his head and wanted to stay with him.  Mr.
O'Bannon told me that it was fine and to go inside and play.  

Everyone once in a while, I peeked outside to see if everything was fine. 

But, from the kitchen window, I really couldn't see much.  

Then about half an hour later, Mr.
O'Bannon practically runs into the kitchen, soaking wet, carrying his clothes and looking all flustered."

Kyle dropped his head and feared the worst.

"
Mr.O'Bannon was frantically trying to put on his clothes, while telling Brandon that they were leaving.  

When I asked him, as to why? 

He gave me this angry look and practically shouted at Brandon to do, as he was told and grab his things. 

That was the last time Brandon and Mr.O'Bannon were at our house."

Kyle sighed and kept his head down.

"Soon after, Cody entered the kitchen and he had a huge grin on his face. 

When I asked him, what he'd done...

Cody, simply shrugged his shoulders and kept smiling. 

But, as I got closer to him. 

He had...

He..."

I looked up at Zach.

Zach kept his head lowered and avoided looking at me.

"He had what, Zach?"

Zach, just kept shaking his head side to side.

"I can't, dad!"

I stood up and raised my voice, while looking at my son.

"Just say it, Zachery!"

Zach looked away...

"He had cum on his hair, dad! 

I rushed over to him to take a closer look...

And that's what it was,...

Cum!"

Kyle closed my eyes and lowered his head.

Jesus fucking Christ!

All, I could hear was Zach sobbing, while trying to fight back tears.

"Then Cody did something that shocked and grossed me out...

He took his index finger, wiped the cum off his hair and put it in his mouth. 

I almost puked, all over the kitchen floor!"


Zach kept shaking his head.

Kyle couldn't believe this!

Fuck, my life!

"I sat him down and again, asked him what he'd done..."

Zach then wiped his nose with his hand.

"Cody said that he'd played with Mr.
O'Bannon's weiner.  

How Mr.
O'Bannon, had pushed his hands away and told him that he shouldn't be touching adults in their private areas."

Kyle's blood was boiling and he couldn't believe, what he was hearing.


"I've heard enough Zach!"

Zach tried to stand up and his legs didn't feel like Jell-O, anymore. 

The effects of the drug must be wearing off.

"Dad, what are we going to do? 

Even after, I scolded him and practically yelled at him, Cody showed no remorse. 

It was like, it meant nothing to him."


Kyle turned around and faced Zach.  His face was all red in anger.

"Could someone, have touched your little brother?"

Zach was speechless and had a blank look on his face, as he looked at his dad.

"Zach! 

Could someone have sexually molested your brother?"


Zach shook his head.

"No!  

There's, no way! 

He's always with me and he never leaves my side. 

Well, except at school..."


Kyle looked at the tent where Cody was sleeping.

"What about, someone at school? 

A teacher, perhaps?"


Zach took a few steps and moved slowly towards his father.

"I don't think so.  I mean, I've thought about that too. 

But, I've double, tripled and quadrupled checked his timetable and that's not possible. 

Besides, all of his classes are taught by the Sisters and they're all older than dirt."

Fuck!

Kyle was trying to think... 

Despite the splitting headache, and the anger boiling within him.  

He was trying, hard to think...

"Well, this has gotta be someone's fucking influence. 

If it's not a teacher? 

Then, who the fuck can it be?"


Zach sighed.

"I don't know, dad.  I thought, about his little league coach..."

Kyle looked up.

Yes! 

That's right!

What's the fuckers, name again? 

Leahy!  


Patrick fucking Leahy!

"No go, dad.  Again, I'm always with Cody in the locker room. 

Besides, as per the rules,...

A parent must always volunteer and assist Mr.Leahy on a weekly basis. 

That way, he's never left alone with any of the boys and it's never the same parent in the locker room."

Kyle wanted to grab something and smash it, all over the fucking rocks!  

"Then who the fuck, has bee
n teaching your brother to suck cock?"

Zach was shocked.

Actually, Zach was taken aback.  As, he'd never heard his dad speak this way.  

O.k, yes...

He's heard his dad swear, before.  But, never has his father been this angry or vulgar in his presence. 

His dad was still looking at him, practically foaming at the mouth and his face all red.

So, Zach took a big breath and exhaled...

He then took a few steps back and dropped and even bigger bomb on his poor father.

"Now, don't, get angry...

Kyle faced his son and looked at him, quizzically.

"But,...

I...

I was the one that showed Cody,...

Zach took another deep breath and another bigger step back...

"I showed him, how to suck..."


Kyle heard the words come out of the boy's mouth. 

But, there was no fucking way, that he'd heard him right?

"The fuck, you just said?"

Zach was ready to take off running, if he had to...

He wasn't sure, how far he'd get...

But, anything would be better than getting punched by his dad.

Kyle put his hands on top of his head, as he tried to digest, what he'd been told. 

His blood was beyond boiling...

So, he took a a big breath...

And tried really, really, really hard, not to lose his shit!

He had to remain calm.

He had to,...

"What the fuck, did you do, Zachery?"

Zach wiped away tears from his eyes.

"I'm sorry, dad! 

But, I had to! 


You have no idea, how weird it's gotten at home. 

I have to vigilant of Cody at all times! 

Specially, when I have friends over. 


You should see the way that he stalks and looks at them."


Zach shuddered.

"More than a few times, he's gotten handsy with them. 

I had to lie to the guys and tell them that Cody likes to roughhouse and wrestle. 

Because, he keeps touching them inappropriately. 

I didn't want them to get suspicious or worse, have them start rumours at school. 

But, I knew what he was doing."

Zach fought back tears, as he looked at the ground and spoke.

"So, I made a deal with Cody..."

Kyle stood dumbfounded and speechless at his son's blatant confession.

"Leave, my friends alone... 

Better yet, don't touch anyone...

And he could do anything, he wanted with me."


Kyle's face went completely pale and he couldn't believe, what he was hearing.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Zach!"

Zach's face got all red and angry.

"And what was I supposed to do? 

Go to mom and tell him that Cody was molesting my friends? 

Have her, haul him off and locked up, God knows where? 

You know how strict and religious she is...

And you weren't there!"


Kyle dropped to his knees and closed his eyes.

Zachery took a step towards this father.

"Cody has a problem, dad. 

A serious problem and I've been there for him to help him out."


Kyle made a fist and punched the ground hard.

"But, don't you see Zach? 

You haven't been helping your brother, at all.  

You've only made this worse and you've been enabling him."


Zach looked at his father and brushed away the tears. 

He wanted to hug his dad. 

Zach was scared and way over his head.

If Zach was honest with himself, he had been over his head, for quite some time. 

But, at this moment, he wanted nothing more than to be a little kid.

A little kid that could run towards his father, hug him and tell him that he was afraid.  

Zach knew that his dad, could fix the problem...

He always had...

He always did.  

Zach fought back the tears.

"Don't you think, I know that? 

Of course, I know that! 

But, I couldn't let him do, what he did to 
Mr.O'Bannon to my friends or to anyone else! 

I just couldn't!"


Kyle slowly stood up.

Fuck!  

He still felt dizzy.


"How, often...?"

Kyle looked at his son straight in the eyes.  But, he struggled to say it.

"How often does your brother come to you?"

Zach looked away in embarrassment and avoided eye contact.

There was a silent pause from Zach.

Kyle's anger got the better of him.

"How many fucking times, Zachery?"

Zach took a step back.

"It varies..."  

Kyle sighed.

Zach didn't look at his dad, as he continued.

"Three,...

Four...

Sometimes, five times a day. 

Sometimes,...

More."


Kyle shook his head and closed his eyes. 

He couldn't believe the shit that was happening under his roof.

"Jesus Christ, Zach! 

And this is
daily?"

Zach nodded.

Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose and breathed in, deeply.

"Fuck me!"


Zach stood his ground, while looking at his father.

"But, I've made it clear to Cody that he has to come to me. 

I never... 

Well, I don't initiate anything."

Kyle rolled his eyes.

"Oh, well.  That's fucking good then. 

Is that all he does? 

Just, suck you off?"


Zach knew that his father was being, of course sarcastic.  So, he simply nodded.

"Yes, sir.  That's all."

Kyle couldn't believe, what he'd heard from his son. 

Right, now he was feeling shocked, confused, frustrated, betrayed, hurt and very fucking angry. 

He then walked over toward his tent, opened the zipper(none, too gently) and ruffled around.

"Cody, wake up! 

Time to get up. 

Your brother will make you something for breakfast, while I take care of something."


Kyle grabbed his cargo shorts and hastily put them on.  

Zach saw his dad grab the walkie talkie, as well as his gun.

"Dad?  Where are you going?"

Kyle simply looked at his son and started walking away.

"Feed and look after your brother. 

Have everything put away, by the time I get back. 

Is that understood?"

Zachery nodded.

"Yes, sir."

Inside the tent, Cody could be heard yawning and making protest noises.  

As Kyle walked away, he stopped. 

He crushed his fists tightly and dug his nails deep into the palms of his hands.  

"I have the walkie talkie, if you need to reach me. 

And, Zach..."


Zach was still looking at his dad.

"Yes, sir?"

Kyle didn't turn around to look at his son.

"Keep, your dick to yourself!"

Zachery stood there speechless, as his dad walked away.



Kyle had a strong urge to kill something...

Anything...

Better, yet...

Someone!


And when he was far away from his campsite, he literally exploded.

"Fuck, my cursed and fucking life!"

Kyle started to cry...

And cry...

And cry, some more.

He must have cried for five minutes straight.  

Shit!

Kyle couldn't remember the last time that he'd cried?  

Shit!

When, had that been?


When Linda, asked him for a divorce?

Yeah, that's it!

That fucking cunt!

Once the crying had stopped, he wiped his eyes and took a long deep breath.

Holy fucking shit!

This was some serious shit!


He then wiped away the tears.

Fuck!

I guess, I needed that.


He covered his face with his hands, as he trembled.
 He'd never been in this fucking position, obviously. 

He was actually, trembling?

Was it, out of fear?

Anger?

Frustration?


A combination of all the above?

Fuck!

He had always been able to tackle anything that came at him.  But, this?

Holy shit!

How the fuck, was he going to tackle this?  

He felt, as the world was fucking crumbling in front of him. 

But, he couldn't let this go!
 

He couldn't, just shrug his shoulders and say,...

Boys will be boys!

He knows, that boys by nature are wired for curiosity and that curiosity expands tenfold, when it comes to sex.

Sex and curiosity are natural! 

But, still...


These were, his sons!

These were, his boys!

There was something seriously fucked up, here!

There was something seriously wrong with Cody!

His youngest son is a sexual deviant!

And what the boys are doing is incest!

INCEST!

FUCK!

Not, only has Cody sexually assaulted his own father!  

But, he's also molested his neighbour Frank
O'Bannon, and the boy is currently fellating his older brother on a daily basis!

Jesus H. Christ!

This isn't happening!

This
isn't happening, man!

How many more? 

How many men or boys has Cody sexually assaulted?


He had to put a stop to this!  

He had to put his foot down and stop this!

FUCK ME!

As Kyle got closer to the water hole, he knew that Rex and the frat boys would be long gone. 

He had taken the gun, only as a precaution.  

He was angry, very angry in fact.  And he didn't know, whether he'd use the gun or not.

Most, likely not...

But, he was carrying it, just as a precaution.

At least, that's what, he told himself...

Rex might have been responsible for given Cody the fucking drug. 

But, Cody had molested
O'Bannon on his own and has been blowing his brother, long before he met Rex.

When Kyle, finally reached the campsite,...

It was abandoned. 

There was no one here.


Shit!

He felt lost, confused, full of anxiety and anger.  

So, much fucking anger!

A very small part of him, wished that Rex was still around. 

Not, to hurt Rex...

Although, he certainly hadn't ruled out beating the shit out of Rex.  But, at the moment, he wanted to talk to another adult. 

Kyle wanted to talk to another father, about the shit storm that had landed at his feet.

And what a fucking shit storm this was!

Suddenly, something on the ground caught his eyes.

A single wooden log stood upright in front of a doused campfire.

That's odd? 

As Kyle stepped closer, he could see that a piece of paper had been tied to the log with a neon orange, glow-in-the-dark condom.

Motherfucker!


Good morning Kyle,


When you read this letter, we'll be long gone.

By now, the effects of the drug should be, minimal.  

I sincerely, apologize for this.  

It's probably, around noon. 

So, I'm sorry for derailing your plans.  


After all, I know how much this trip means to you and your boys.  But, I have to point out something to you.  

Something that 
as a loving and caring father, you can't imagine. 

It will be hard for you to understand.

I get that.  But, do your best and try...

When I met Cody,
I saw something familiar in your boy. 

Something, that I recognized and seen before.

So, here it goes...

I'll be blunt.

Cody is no angel.

I'm sorry...

But, there it is.

I wouldn't sugar coat this and you deserve to know the truth.  

Besides, I like you too much, to lie to you. 

And, I'd also like to be your friend.

That is, if you let me...


So, what I'm going to tell you next...

Is best, if you hear it from a stranger. 

Someone, who's not biased or is going to judge you or your family.


As soon, as I met Cody...

Well, your son's eyes went right to my crotch. 

I know, what you're thinking...


He's just a kid!

An innocent and curious little boy.

A boy with no sexual thoughts or impulses.

But, you're wrong.

You are, very, very wrong!

Cody is a silent observer and a dangerous one, at that. 

One who acts on impulse and desire and damn the consequences.  


I'll give him, this...

Cody dosen't miss a single thing, and he's quite observant and smart. 


He might come across, as being quiet, shy and innocent.  But, that's just a facade.


Cody saw how close my son and I are...

And your boy,
put two and two together.

And to answer your question, Kyle...

Because, I know you're thinking it.

Yes, my boy and I are sexually close.  

So, while 
you and Zach were busy setting up camp.  Your little guy, approached me and went straight to the point.

Again, I gotta say, Kyle...

That boy of yours, has some coconut sized balls! 

No beating around the bush, that one.  

There was no hesitation, second thoughts or even an ounce of shyness in your boy.


Cody told me that...

"He wanted to do things with you...


Just like my son and I did."

But, just to make sure, we were on the same page.

I wanted to be, sure...

I asked Cody, what he meant? 

And your son's hand, pointed towards my crotch.  

And in a very serious tone, your son said.


"I want this from my daddy."

Even though, I was surprised as to how forward Cody was.  I told him that, I would help him out.  

After all, a boy has to have whatever his little heart desires.  

But, I had one condition for him to follow.

He's supposed to use the drug, only on you.

Now, as for the the drug...

Because, I'm sure you're wondering, what the hell it is?


Well, it's 5-7Methylabsinmethamaxtrimacid, something or other.  

Sorry, it's a long fucking name to remember, worse for me to spell. 

Maybe, you'll know it better as Delirium.


It's quite new, super expensive and extremely hard to find and obtain.

But, man! 

Let, me tell you.

It's great, as fuck!


The drug works best when it's taken alongside the Blue or Green fairy, otherwise known as absinthe.

But, I must warn you.

Do not use green absinthe with this drug.

Mixing Delirium and green absinthe, will make you incredibly horny, sexually aggressive and borderline, sexually insatiable.  

If you do end up, taking the Green fairy, you'll want to fuck or rape anything or anyone in sight!

The Green Fairy mixed with Delirium makes for a very dangerous, unstable and volatile sexual combination.  

This combination is meant more for rough fuckers that like to to get freaky, aggressive and dirty during sex.  

It's meant for those selective few that enjoy gangbangs and multiple sexual partners. 

So, pretty much people that have no remorse or any type of inhibitions.  


Also, taking the pill with green absinthe will give you a massive hardon for 24 - 48 hrs straight.(Yup, you read that right!)  

You'll also be sexually voracious, insatiable and you'll fuck like a champ, all fucking day!

I also, do not recommend that you take the drug with water or any other type of alcohol.

If you take the pill with water or any other alcoholic beverage that is not blue or green absinthe, you'll have some nasty side effects.

These side effects can range from dry mouth, to headaches, disorientation and yes, even paralysis.

So, you've been warned.

But, the absinthe tends to dilute the heavy dosage and the strength of the drug.

This drug will give you an awesome high, keep you elated, relaxed and you'll lose all inhibitions.  

It will also give you a major hard on that will last for hours!(up to twelve hours for me, bud!)

This drug is safe, works instantly and is way better than fucking Viagra, Levitra, Cialis, etc.

Trust me, man!  

I got it from a good friend, who's in the pharmaceutical business in Russia.

Delirium, aside from giving you a rock hard erection, will make you leak, non-stop buckets of thick and syrupy pre-cum!  

Your loads will be massively thick and very potent(so, wear a rubber, buddy.  Unless, you want to father bastards, left, right and center.)  

And no matter, how many times you cum...


Your next load will be just as big and thick, as the next one...

And the next one...

And the one after that.


I've left you 20 pills in a small plastic ziplock bag, along with an unopened bottle of blue absinthe.

I'm warning you...


Cody will find a way to get in your pants.  

So, if you don't feel like doing what comes natural.

Then Delirium is your only answer.

Remember, if you deny your boy of what he wants...

Then, he'll look somewhere else to get it.


I feel like I know you, a little bit.

And
like I said, earlier...

You're a good man, a good father and you love your boys.

These pills will to take away the guilt and you'll be able to perform your fatherly duty.

You have my cell number.

So, I'm sure that I'll hear from you.

No hard feelings, man.

I hope that you and I can become good friends.

I am here for you, if you have the need to talk to someone.

So, call me, anytime...

Sincerely,

Rex

P.S.

If you don't believe what I said about Cody.

Then pay close attention to the way the little guy looks at men... 

Specially, their crotches.




Kyle wanted to rip the fucking letter to pieces.

Who the fuck, did this guy think he is?

This fucker is delusional!

Fucking insane, is more like it!

Kyle crumpled the letter. 

But, as he was about to rip it, to shreds...

He took a big breath, sighed and uncrumpled it.  He then folded the letter and put it in his right shirt pocket.

Many of the things Rex had said, were true. 

Zachery had already confirmed that much.

Kyle grabbed the bag of pills, took one out and carefully inspected it.  

The small pill was round, shiny and neon rainbow in colour.  

Kyle then inspected the bottle of blue absinthe.

Sealed

He put the bottle and the pills in the left pocket of his cargo shorts.  He knew several people that he trusted and could test the contents of the drug. 

He then started walking slowly back to camp.

Maybe this issue with Cody is due to not having him around?  After all, boys need a father figure to mold and inspire them. 

And, he being away for work with little or no communication, simply wasn't cutting it.  

Fuck!

Kyle stopped for a second, as he felt his head spinning.

Shit!  

That fucking drug, really messed him up.

As he looked around the desert, he remembered something.

Something that have always been on the back of his mind...

Like the fact, that he'd missed Cody's birth.

Kyle had always felt guilty, about that.




At the time when Linda went into labour with their second child, Kyle was on a secret 
and classified mission in Afghanistan.

The worst part of it all, was the fact that he couldn't tell his wife, where the fuck he was.

His missions were and have always been...

Top secret and classified!

At the precise moment when Cody was making his way into the world, Kyle was having dinner with his SEAL team 08. 

The men had set up camp along the banks of the Hari River in the Ghor province
of Afghanistan

As they were about to eat their grub, Kyle got an emergency call and given the exciting and good news.  

Kyle was the proud father of a healthy baby boy!  

That night FN SCAR assault rifles were fired into the cold and moonlit sky, in honour of Cody Jacob Berehowsky.  

Kyle was happy and 
beyond elated.  He was also thankful, albeit a bit sad that he hadn't been next to his wife to witness the birth of his son.  

Once the tiny village where the Americans were staying, found out about the birth of Kyle's son

Well, the locals were more than happy to join in the celebration.  

After all, the villagers were extremely grateful of the young American soldiers, who had captured and killed most of the Taliban fighters in the area. 

The few
remaining bastards, were on the run, badly hurt and heavily demoralized.  

The locals had gotten to know Kyle and his SEAL team, quite well.  So, well that they've even nicknamed him, Mehdi.  

Mehdi in Persian, roughly translates to rescue angel or saviour

Not only had Kyle and his men liberated the town from the Taliban.  But, they had also helped in digging a new well for village and repaired some homes that had been caught in the crossfire.

They had also assisted in building a small school for the few remaining kids in the village. 

So, both men and women of the village had a soft spot for the young, handsome American with the honey golden, brown eyes. 

The villagers in this region were mostly crop farmers.  Some had farms with a few goats and others sheep herders. 

On the eve of his son's birth, the locals honoured Kyle and his team with the gift of a goat.  Kyle was deeply moved by the kind gesture

These were poor, yet proud people and had practically nothing to give or spare, much less offer.  

For many sombre years, their village along with many others in the province had given their entire crops, farm animals, earnings and even family members(sons and daughters) to the ruthless, brutal and cold-blooded Taliban.

Kyle knew that a gift of a goat was of great honour and distinction.  So, even though he didn't want to take the animal, he did out of respect, gratefulness and much gratitude.  

Once the gift was accepted, Kyle went to his tent and brought out a large wooden crate.  Inside the crate were some shiny and silver looking 
bottles, as well as a red velvet box. 

The bottles were Hennessy
Beauté du Siècle Cognac, an extremely rare and limited edition cognac.  At the time of Cody's birth, the cost of each bottle was around $195,000 U.S. 

This particular brand of cognac was among the most expensive, exquisite
and sought-after cognac's in the world(only 1000 bottles, were ever produced.).  At the moment, Kyle had 20 bottles in his possession.  

Kyle unwrapped the red velvet box and inside were cigars, which he distributed to his team and the town elders.  Everyone inspected the cigars and the heavenly scent, they gave off. 

These 
particular batch of cigars were named The Black Dragon, an exclusive, flavorful and obscenely expensive type of cigar. 

The Black Dragon cigars were made in Honduras, grown and cultivated
in the lush and highly fertile lands of this tropical and lush country.  The cigars came with the hefty price tag of $23,000.00 U.S. per box.

The women in the village killed, cleaned, washed and seasoned the goat.  While, Kyle sat back, relaxed and enjoyed some fine ass cigars and cognac with his team and the village men. 

The scent around the camp was intoxicating, as there was a mixture of different types of spices floating in the air. 

There was also the heavenly scent of meat, slowly roasting over a fire pit, which made Kyle's mouth water with much hunger and anticipation.  

After, the exquisite meal had been devoured, stories were told by the elders around the campfireKyle felt stuffed, a bit drunk and he needed a walk.

He slowly stood up, excused himself, once again thanked the elders for the wonderful meal and took a walk by himself.  He wanted some peace and quiet, as well as a moment to clear his thoughts. 

So, he decided to walk up the dark mountain that overlooked the small village. 
The highest summit in Oqaab mountain(Eagle mountain) has an elevation of 1,141.1 metres(3,744 ft). 

As Kyle trekked up the mountain, he took in the serene beauty of the place.  Much of the trees in the middle of the mountain were juniper, pine and birch.  He saw some wild sheep and rabbits in the mountain. 

He'd also been warned to be vigilant about running into black and brown bears, which tend to make the valley and mountain their home.

The climb up the mountain was going to be arduous, steep and rocky.  The highest summit With an elevation of 1,141.1 metres(3,744 ft) It took him about and hour and a half, to climb to the very top.

As he stood alone on top of a mountain, he looked up at the coldness and vastness of the sky and the shimmering stars, above.








Wow!


Simply, breathtaking!

Immediately, Kyle felt small and insignificant. 

Here, he was...

A stranger in a strange land,...

Thousands of miles from home,...

Fighting oppression,...

Brutality,...

Tyranny and blind hate.   

Kyle then sighed, as he contemplated on being a father.

After much thought and soul searching,...

He'd come to the conclusion that this was to be, his last tour.  

He missed his wife.

He missed his parents.

But, most of all,...

He missed his boys.


Time was passing him by and he needed to make some serious life and career changes.

Kyle looked up at the beautiful moonlit sky and saw a comet go by.  He smiled, yawned and shivered, as he looked at his watch.  It was well past midnight and time to head back to camp.

As Kyle walked into camp, he was greeted by his best bud and second in command, Kevin Dawson.

"So, did you find yourself up there?"

Kevin motioned his head towards the mountain, as Kyle nodded and smiled.

"Yeah, bud.  I did...

I certainly, did."

Kevin already knew the answer to his question and didn't need to pry for more.

Kyle was done with the SEALs.

Kyle then noticed that the chief clan leaders were still sitting around the large bonfire.  Some were talking, most were laughing, smoking and still drinking heavily.  The women and children of the village had long gone to their homes.

As Kyle walked alongside Kevin, his men and the villagers, once again erupted in greetings, cheers and well wishes. 

Kyle simply smiled and gave them a polite nod.  But, he wanted nothing more than to go to his tent, lie on his cot and get some much needed rest and sleep.

However, the oldest clan chief from the village approached Kyle and once again, thanked him for the liquor and cigars. 

The old man then clapped his hands and a group of men started playing musical instruments.  Suddenly, out of nowhere, 15 teen boys started dancing around the bonfire.

Kyle looked at Kevin angrily.

Kevin gave him a nervous smile and shrugged his shoulders.

These were Bacha Bāzī boys.

Bacha Bāzī is a slang term in Afghanistan that can be translated to "boy play"

A term used for a wide variety of activities involving sexual relations between older men and adolescent teen boys. 
Although, Bacha Bāzī has existed for centuries in this part of the world. 

It's rarely spoken of, as it is often silently accepted and even seen as "normal".

Boys and specially teenage young men are trained to take the place of girls in traditional dance.  The dances are not indecent or obscene.  But, at times and depending on how much alcohol or drugs are available, it can get a tad lascivious.

The batchas(as the boys, are often called) are much coveted, respected and highly sought after. 

Kyle's men looked at each other and started heading towards the bonfire to watch the show.  Then one by one, the boys selected an American SEAL and give the Marine a private dance.

Kyle didn't like, where this was heading...

A young boy, who couldn't be more than 13 or 14 years old, approached Kyle. 

In his hands, he held a porcelain bowl of freshly brewed hot and sweet smelling tea.  The boy politely bowed his head and with a smile, offered it to Kyle.

All eyes, were on Kyle... 

Kyle knew, what this offering meant...

After all, as soon as his feet touched the base on his first tour, he'd been briefed on this secret/never spoken part of
Afghan culture. 

If he refused the tea, it would be seen as an insult.  The tea was a symbolic notion and open to invitation. 

An invitation that whatever happened in this night,  Kyle and his men would be willing participants in.

If Kyle accepted the tea, then he accepted everything that happened during the evening.

Kyle sighed and closed his eyes.  

A million thoughts went through his mind. 

Should, he go along with this? 

He also knew that his guys were looking for an excuse to relax, let their guards down, get drunk and rowdy. 

As Kyle, slowly opened his eyes, the boy looked at him and said, "
Sayid" (Master).

Kyle looked at his men, who were silently watching his every move, as were the elders.

Fuck!

Kyle sighed.

The people of the village were happy with the Americans. 

They had finally accepted them and most importantly, trusted them to live in their village and set up camp in the outskirts of the town. 

The same thing for the elders,...

They had finally come around and accepted the meddling Americans, who had liberated their town and their people. 

So, not to go along with this would be seeing as an insult.

Fuck!

Either way, Kyle was screwed!


So, Kyle looked at the boy, nodded in appreciation, politely said, thank you and took the bowl.

Once again, cheers, loud whistles and clapping erupted and the dancing continued.

Kyle gave the bowl back to the boy and bowed his head.  He then bid everyone goodnight and quickly, headed to his tent. 

After all, he knew what would eventually happen, as the night progressed and he didn't want any part of it.

Some of these boys were from nearby villages.  Most, if not all, are orphans.  Some are sent out by their families to earn a living and bring money to the household. 

The boys are practically pushed into becoming "dancers" for "special events" such as parties, tribe gatherings, etc.

But, everyone knew the real truth...

This was just a front to prostitute the boys. 

The boys are paid in alcohol, cigarettes, food, clothing, small gifts and of course, money. 

Strange that in a country were homosexuality is outlawed, vilified and being gay will get you killed,...

Old habits, die hard.

As Kyle made his way to his tent, it seemed that even his best bud Kevin had thrown caution to the wind. 

As at the moment, Kevin was being dragged into his tent by two dancing boys.

Kyle shook his head and walked into his tent.  As he sat on cot, he shook his head and hoped for the best. 

But, he knew that some of his men would certainly take advantage of the situation.  

After all,...

As the old sayings, goes...


When in Rome...

Or...

Any port, in a storm...

Kyle understood that in the end, all men have sexual needs.


Using your hand to jerk off, can easily get boring day after day, week after week, month after month. 

Being, a normal, stereotypical and red-blooded American male,
Kyle has learned many things, while being deployed over the years.

For example,...

No matter how happily married, engaged, or seriously dating a girl, a guy might be...

Put him on a military deployment tour and after a few weeks,...

Well, for arguments sake, let's say a couple of months and as the old saying goes,...

A mouth is just a mouth...

A hole, is just a hole.

Even Kyle, felt this dilemma early in his career. 

Sure, he was happily married man and he loved and adored his wife.  But, after a few months of using, just his hand...

Well, that shit got boring really quickly!

When you're miles away from home and you have the opportunity to get you dick wet, and with no strings attached...

Well, you'd be stupid not to take it.

Besides, everyone at some point, does it...

And the only rule, all jarheads follow...

Always wear a rubber!

Unless, you want to father a bastard or catch something and pass it along, to your sweetheart.

Kyle sat on his cot and was in the process of taking off his boots.  He then heard the zipper of his tent opening and he wasn't expecting any visitors. 

His first instinct was to take out his gun and be ready.  

A small head peeked in and Kyle saw that it was the boy, who had given him the tea.  

Jesus!

Goddammit!


The boy bowed, as he entered the tent and gave Kyle a warm smile.

"
Sayid,..."

Kyle sighed, as he stood up.  He then, put up his hand to stop the boy from coming further into his tent.

"Stop, right there.  Listen, I don't, need anything..."

The boy noticed that Kyle was upset and that he didn't want him.  But, the boy knew better than to take no, for an answer.

In very broken English, he muttered.

"I am here, for you."

Kyle approached the boy and as he looked down at the kid, he put his hand on the boy's left shoulder.

He's just a kid, for God's sake!

"Listen, to me...

I am fine. 

I don't, need anything

You can go, all right? 

Please, go..."

But, the boy stood his ground and gave him a sad look.  Big puppy dog, brown eyes staring sadly, back at Kyle.

Sigh!

The boy was good!

Kyle knew that the elders had single handedly picked this particular boy for him. 

The boy's job was simple and pretty straightforward...
 
Please, the American Marine.

Keep him happy and satisfied...

Any way, possible.


And most importantly...

Do not take no, for an answer!

As Kyle looked at the kid, the boy couldn't be more than 12 or 13 years old. 

A good looking kid, with chocolate dark brown hair, soft light brown eyes and rosy red cheeks. 

Some asshole had given the boy makeup to use on his already, pretty features. 

He was wearing black eye liner, silver eye shadow and an ugly whore red lipstick.  The boy also smelled sweetly, like fresh roses and jasmine.

Kyle knew better, than to send the boy off. 

After all, he didn't want to the poor boy to get in trouble.

So, he was going to keep it professional and...


A loud crackle...



At that moment, Kyle's Cobra Uniden 9000, walki talkie went off!

He had been so deep in thought, that the crackle of the walkie talkie, made him jump tent feet in the air!

Holy shit!

Kyle quickly grabbed the walkie talkie from his back pocket.

"Dad, is everything all right?  Come in, over?"

Shit!

How long had he been gone?

Of course, Zach was concerned. 

Specially, after everything that's happened in the last 24 hrs.

"Hey, Zach.  Yes, everything is all right, over"

A crackle...

"O.k, dad.  We're just wondering if, you're on your way, over."

Kyle looked around the deserted camp one more time, and started heading back.

"Yes, son.  I'm on my way...over."

By the time he walked into camp, he noticed that the boys had done a good job of packing everything up.  

Zach was the first to see his dad.  The boy still looked nervous and apprehensive...

Cody on the other hand was sitting on top of the cooler and looked fine, as he ate some cookies.

As Kyle got closer, Cody jumped up from the cooler and ran towards his big brother. 

Obviously, Zach had told his little brother everything.  But, aside from taking refuge behind Zach, the boy didn't look embarrassed or even ashamed.

"Hey, guys.  Thanks for putting everything away."

Both boys nodded and smiled, meekly at their dad.

"Listen, guys..."

Kyle sighed.

"We need to have a talk. 

A serious talk..."

Zach nodded, while Cody looked up at his older brother for guidance.

Kyle motioned for the boys to follow him.

Kyle stood in front of some boulders and sighed, as he looked at his sons.

"Going forward...

Things are going to change around here."

The boys simple looked at each other and communicated in silence.

Zach looked at his dad and was about to say something, when Kyle stopped him.

"Zach, shut up!"

Zach's eyes went wide and was in complete shock at his dad.

"And before I get interrupted, again.  You, shut up as well."

Kyle pointed at Cody, who got closer to his big brother and took his right hand.

"Now, I don't know what kind of shit is going on at home, between you two. 

But, that stops, right now!"


Zach was once again about to open his mouth, when Kyle gave him a serious, almost threatening look.

Zach immediately, closed his mouth.

"Cody, you are to keep your hands to yourself, at all times!"

Cody furrowed his brow, as he looked at this father and then brother.

"That means...

You do not touch me,...

Your brother...

Or anyone else in their privates! 

Do you understand me?

Am I making myself, crystal clear?"


Cody's face, turned red. 

He obviously did not like, what he was hearing and he did not respond. 

So, Kyle raised his voice and shouted.

"AM, I CLEAR!"

Zach held his little brother's hand tightly, as Cody jumped, due to being yelled at. 

Cody looked angrily at his father and nodded.

Kyle took a step forward..

"I want you to say, that it's clear! 

I want to hear those words..."


Cody pursed his lips and mumbled...

"Yes, clear..."

Kyle knew that this was as good, as it was going to get with Cody. 

So, he sighed and nodded.

He was satisfied with the answer and motioned for the boys to get in the car.

"All right. 

Both of you, get in the car. 

I'll put everything away."


Kyle then noticed that the boys were both going to sit in the back.  Usually, they fight and argue, as to who gets to sit up front with dad. 

But, not now...

"Zach, you're up front with me."

Zach looked at Cody and motioned for his little brother to sit in the back.  Again, Cody pursed his lips and glared at his dad.

It took Kyle, roughly 20 minutes to put everything away, he then he did a thorough check on the camp.

Fire had been doused...

Garbage had been collected...

Everything was in the trunk...

It was finally time, to hit the road.

Fuck, finally!

The ride was a quiet one.

As Kyle drove and listened to the radio, Zach looked out the window and ignored him. 

In the rear view mirror, Kyle caught Cody glaring at him.

Sigh

I guess, he wasn't the favourite parent, now.

Oh, well...

Lesson learned...

You can't always, get what you want!

The rain once again, started to come down, hard at times.  So, much so, that at times, it was hard to drive and see the road ahead.

Kyle was following the GPS and was surprised as to how, badly some areas had been hit by the storm.

Arizona was notorious for flash floods and the radio was warning drivers that some roads had been washed away, and some even underwater.

Kyle knew that his SUV could handle this type of road and weather condition. 

He wasn't, completely concerned. 

But, still...

He has his boys with him...

So, he was going to be very careful.









As they drove, the rain would stop and then trickle here and there...

The sun even try to peek through the clouds, at one time.

Up ahead, Kyle saw flashing lights and vehicles were turning around...

"Fuck!"

This was not good.

Zach looked at his dad and then the road.

"What's wrong?"

Kyle sighed, as he looked at his son.

"I don't know.  But, this doesn't look good..."

As they got closer, they could see, as to why the cars were turning around...

A large part of the fucking mountain had collapsed!

The rock slide blocked the entire highway, as large boulders and debris covered the road.






Kyle slowed down, as a Highway Patrol Officer came out of his patrol car and waved them down.  He lowered his window and nodded back, at the Officer.

"Morning Officer..."

The Officer looked at Kyle and peeked inside the vehicle.

"Hello, there.  And where are you, all heading?"

Kyle looked at this boys and back at the Officer.

"We were heading to
Boise National Forest.  But, I'm afraid that you're going to tell me, otherwise."

The Officer whose name tag read,
Gunner sighed.

"Yeah, sorry.  Not this way, you won't."

Kyle already knew that, as he scratched his head.

The Officer who seemed to be around Kyle's age, took off his rain poncho.  The guy was stacked with muscles, tall and seemed the type to live in the gym, 24/7.

His huge muscles stretched the fabric of his brown uniform, which at the moment was drenched with water and sweat.

"I'm afraid that all the main roads are either underwater, been washed away or covered in debris."

Kyle shook his head and muttered,...

"Shit!"

Kyle looked at his wristwatch and sighed.

Officer Gunner took off, his felt campaign hat and used his sleeve to wipe away the sweat, that had collected on his forehead.

"Man, it's getting humid, now! 

And I'm afraid, I've got more, bad news..."

Kyle lowered his head...

"Of course, you do..."

Officer Gunner took no joy in passing on, the unfortunate news.

"I've also been informed that everyone needs to get off the main roads, due to more rain coming our way. 

Your best bet is to head back, I'd say, about 5 miles and make a left at Cactus Trail. 

Follow that road and it will take you to the Whispering Pines Lake Resort."

Kyle nodded, as he entered the directions on his GPS.  Zach did the same thing on his cell phone.

"Well, thank you Officer Gunner.  We truly, appreciate your help."

The Officer politely nodded and gently knocked on the roof of the SUV.

"Now, I wouldn't waste, too much time.  Most, of these drivers are heading there and you don't want to lose a spot."

As Kyle nodded, he also noticed that the biceps, arms and even the knuckles of Officer Gunner were heavily covered in tattoos. 

But, it was the tattoo on his right bicep, that really caught his eye...

Highway Reapers was inked in big, bold and black letters.

Huh!

This guy is also a biker...

Interesting.

Officer Gunner then leaned in and waved at Cody.

"And you, little buddy.  You listen to your daddy and big brother, all right.  Don't wonder off and be safe."

Cody unbuckled his seat belt, moved closer to the window and lowered it.

"Yes, Sir. 

You got, really big muscles..."

Shit!

Kyle looked at Zach...

Zach nervously looked at his dad...

Both of them had the same concerned facial expression.

Officer Gunner, flashed a pearly smile and leaned closer to the window.

"You, think so?...

You like these?"


The Officer then started flexing his biceps and posing for Cody, making the boy giggle with glee.

 "May, I touch then?"

Shit!

As Kyle heard that, a bead of sweat formed on his forehead.

Officer Gunner smiled and bent down to Cody's level.

"How can I say, no?  To such a polite little man. 

Sure, buddy...

Knock, yourself out and have a feel..."

Kyle and Zach looked at each other in silence, as they thought the same thing...

Cody, don't you fucking dare!

Kyle kept his eyes on Cody in the rear view mirror.  He even caught his son looking back at him.

But, the look on his son's face...

It was a look of pure hunger.

An almost feral look!


It was like the boy was sizing up his prey.

Cody then felt up, Officer Gunner's huge biceps.

"Wow! 

You're, sooo strong!"

Cody's his little hands then wondered to the Officer's muscular chest.

Goddammit!

"And your chest,...

I
t's, so...

Hard!"


Kyle blushed, as he heard his son, use those words...

Cody was beyond elated, as he fondled the poor Officer.

But, Cody didn't stop there...

He very slowly, started to unbutton the Officer's shirt...

Officer Gunner gave Cody a perplexed look, then looked at Kyle, raised an eyebrow and blushed...

"Oh, o.k. 

Ummm,...

Sure, buddy..."

The boy didn't need further permission,...

Nor, did he care...

He knew what he wanted and he always got his way.

So, as Cody slowly caressed the Officer's smooth and muscular chest,...

He licked his ruby red lips and gave his father a malicious and wicked look.


Kyle felt a cold shiver, run through his entire body.



To be continued!