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CH 18.
"I'm telling you kids it's going to be great to have you over." Marc's dad said cheerily drumming the steering wheel while he drove.
"Sounds cool." said Trevor.
"Thanks for inviting us Mr. Ellis," added Ken.
Mr. Ellis was a tall dark-skinned black man with a youthful face and a jovial smile. Upon first meeting him the two Bullmen refused to believe he was Marc's dad. They even tried to claim older brother, but Marc reminded them he was an only child.
Marc, in the passenger's seat, looked in the rear-view mirror and spotted the two large teenagers sitting in the back seat. Trevor and Ken both stared out their separate window, man spreading. Marc couldn't tell if it was due to their new muscles or another dominance thing. The two caught Marc looking, and he averted his attention. When he looked back, he spotted the two adjusting their cocks, pretending like they weren't.
They drove on, Marc's dad rolled down the windows, "I'm so sorry boys. I didn't notice it smelt like a nature hike in here."
Marc laughed to himself. It wasn't that his dad's car smelled, but that Ken and Trevor had been aroused and were releasing pheromones. Ken's wooden sent and Trevor's earthy one blended together giving off that nature aroma. Marc realized it since he had been privy to it before, his cock was twitching in his shorts. He was thankful being in the car made it impossible to jump those two.
Marc's dad however was very confused to what was going on. To him, he got aroused out of nowhere, He had to put down the windows to get some fresh air. Once he did his head became clear.
The car pulled up the street as the four arrived at a brick house. They all got out. There were brick houses all around. Marc Dad got out Followed by the boys. "Home, sweet home." he smiled to his son. He went to the trunk opening it and let the boys take out their suitcases.
Marc checked his right pocket. Still there.
As the four came up the walkway, Marc's mom stepped out onto the porch. "Hi boys come in, come in." She was as beautiful as Mr. Ellis was handsome. Her skin was a bit darker than Mr. Ellis. She had a calm soothing voice and graceful way about moving.
Before Ken and Trevor could put down their suitcases, Mrs. Ellis took them upstairs to Marc's room where they'd be sleeping. Marc wish he could revel in that fact, but he'd be dead if his parents heard anything like that. In their minds he was just too young.
"You know Marc, I didn't know being at the farm would get you this in shape." Mr. Ellis gave his son a light punch.
Marc rubbed his arm and said, "Well you know it's a lot of moving and lifting." That wasn't entirely false for the workers that built new house they did do that, but Marc had been an intern who was regulated to simple landscaping task. He didn't know how to tell his dad he nursed from the pecs of one of the boys upstairs.
Mrs. Ellis came downstairs, "Okay I got the boys sorting their stuff away. You know I thought they looked a bit younger in the picture you sent us."
An imaginary spotlight beamed down onto Marc. He could feel his body sweat. That was quite a loaded statement his mother had said whether she knew it or not. "Can I go join them upstairs?" Marc asked ignoring the question.
"Oh, sure honey." Mrs. Ellis said.
Marc picked up his suitcase and ran past his mom, not daring to stay long enough for another question about Ken and Trevor's physical changes.
Marc ran into his room closing the door behind him. He turned around to fins Ken and Trevor setting out sleeping bags on the floor.
"You're in quite a rush, what's wrong?" Asked Trevor, putting down a pillow on the floor.
"What's wrong? This! This is wrong. The fact that I have to lie to my parents is wrong." Marc said trying not to shout the last thing he need was for his parents to storm up hear after hearing him go on a tirade.
"It's what your uncle said to do." Ken said siting cross legged on his sleeping bag.
"I know," Marc nodded his head. His uncle would work things out, but it was getting to Marc. He had been able to keep what happened until the end of the school year, but Now what? Even then he at least had Heather to talk to it about. Marc couldn't get over the fact he had watched some one get eaten. He was more disturbed with how Kenn and Trevor had gotten over it. They seemed upset at first, but that shame disappeared.
Marc knew it was in part because Weston and Javier were going to murder him. But Marc couldn't help but wonder if that was how Bullmen or all Cowmen felt a few months after eating someone. What was he supposed to focus on? Taking his driving test at the end of the week? His upcoming birthday? All good choices, but no.
He sighed, rested his head again the door and out his hands on his face. He drew them down to look at his charges. "Guys I'm scared that you two are going to get in trouble."
Trevor gave a grin, and hit his chest, "Don't worry, we'll be fine."
Ken shrugged," What other options do we have?"
Marc took a deep breath, "Okay I'll try to keep my cool."
The boys put their clothes away. An hour later Marc's dad called the boys downstairs for dinner. The five of them sat at long table, that Mr.&Mrs. Ellis had set.
"You guys have a lovely home." Ken put mashed potatoes on his plate.
"I'm sure it's nothing compare to my brother's place," Mrs. Ellis laughed passing the friend chicken to Trevor.
"Farmer Tyrone's place is huge, but it's not like everyone there eats together. My Dads and I always used to..." Trevor got quiet and passed the chicken over to Marc. Marc signaled to his mom to change the conversation.
"Trevor, Ken, did Marc ever tell you about his 6th grade recital?"
"No, he didn't," Trevor said perking up and leaning forward.
Ken had food stuffed into his mouth.
"Mom!" Marc's blood rushed. The things he did for love.
After the dinner, Marc got stuck cleaning dishes with his dad while his mom had taken charge of clearing the table. Marc was washing and rinsing while his dad dried.
Mrs. Ellis walked into the kitchen putting a plate into the sink. Marc hated when his parents did that while he was cleaning. When he did it to them it was fine, but he was the child here.
"So, which one of those boys is your boyfriend?" Marc's dad asked. "What?!" Marc dropped a plate that his dad caught. "Neither of them."
"Okay then which one do you like?" Marc's dad asked as his mother came in carrying more empty plates smiling.
"Who says I like them?"
"Marcquel Ellis!" Marc's mother put down her plates, "Do we look like one of your little friends?" She smirked.
"No," Marc said.
"Do you see Boo boo the fool written on our heads?" She asked.
"No," he said embarrassed.
"Then why are you trying to tell us something we know isn't true."
"Dad?" Marc looked over pleading with his father.
"Don't get me between this," he laughed.
Marc hung his head down, "I do like them, but it's complicated, with both of them."
"Why not date both?" Marc's dad said before he got hit by his wife.
"Marc's telling us about how he feels. Let him talk about what he wants," Mrs. Ellis shushed her husband.
Marc told them a condensed, PG version of his story on the farm minus the heartbreak. It was good enough for his parents to release him for the night.
Marc fought hard not to get too aroused over having both Ken and Trevor sleeping in the same room as him.
The next day, Marc's Dad took the three boys out into the downtown area. There was always something to do. Stores, shows, sidewalk entertainers the works. The most amazing thing for the two Bullmen were the tall skyscrapers that towered over the city. The two kept their heads up often forgetting where they were going.
Marc had to grab both by the arms and pull them aside. "Aw geez, I didn't realize you two had never been to an actual city before."
Ken pointed at a nearby 13 story towers, "Can we go in it?!" He was hopping on the balls of his feet, fist clenched with excitement.
Marc laughed at how cute Ken was being. He hated to admit it, but he was liking the fact Isabella wasn't around. It was a petty thought, but he couldn't help it. Ken had gone back to having an innocent air about him.
Marc put his hand in his right pocket. The key was still there.
"It's a business Ken, we can't just walk inside. Ouch" A little girl bumped into Marc she had been playing with a multicolored ball. She fell back and dropped the ball on impact. It rolled off the sidewalk under a park SUV.
Marc helped the girl up apologizing profusely to the mother. Although it hadn't been is fault, he felt terrible. He was kind of a brick wall now especially for little kids.
"I got it," Trevor shouted and crouched down, but he couldn't reach the ball. He put his hand on the underside of the car and lifted.
"Leave it Trevor, we should find the owner of the car." Marc's dad suggested, but Trevor was on a mission. Mr. Ellis was sure Trevor was going to throw his back out at least until he saw the car rising off the ground a few inches.
Trevor grunted, "Still can't reach. Ken a little help?" Ken ran to the other side and use both arms to lift the car up more. Trevor dove further and retrieved the ball. The two Bullmen put the car back down as gently as they could. Trevor took the ball over to the little girl she said thank you, and took the ball mesmerized by it one again. The adults on the other hand were looking on them in shock. Even a few onlookers had stopped.
"Trevor, Ken how did you two do that?" Mr. Ellis asked.
"Oh, it was easy." Trevor said.
"And two extra hands made it easier," Ken smiled.
Marc could sense there was a growing crowd starting to form around them." They're Cowmen!" He blurted out. People eyes lost their wonder and returned to their daily lives. They were hoping for some sideshow performers. They thought for Cowmen this was just normal. Marc breathed a sigh of relief they came here to have a low profile not to be famous on the local news.
Mr., Ellis pulled his son off to the side as the crowd dispersed, even the little girl and mother walking away. "Marc, what the hell was that?" He whispered.
"You know they're Cowmen, dad."
"Marc, I've dated your mother and I've known your uncle for a long time. I never met Cowmen that could lift a car like a paper weight."
"I mean, they struggled a bit." Marc defended, but when he saw his dad wasn't satisfied, he decided to share the truth. A version of it anyway. "Ken and Trevor are stronger than your average Cowmen. Surprise."
Mr. Ellis seemed to accept the answer and rubbed his son's head. "Okay but tell them they can't go around doing that."
It was Marc's turn to take Ken and Trevor aside. He made sure he was out of his dad's hearing range. " Guys you can't show your strength off that much."
"Did we do something wrong?" Ken cocked his head to the side.
Trevor crossed his arms, "I doubt it, they were drooling over us us."
"Guys please," Marc pleaded. "Can we just enjoy the day with my dad?"
= The two Bullmen nodded. The day proceeded smoothly from there. The four went to a mall where the Ellis men let Ken and Trevor run around and explore. Trevor found a gym in the mall and was disappointed he needed a membership to workout. Ken was found drooling outside of a bakery staring at various pastries, but mostly the cake on the counter. They shopped around, ate lunch, and even got Ken a slice of cake.
"He really loves cake, doesn't he?" Mr. Ellis whispered to Marc.
"He had it for the first-time last year at my party." Marc admitted.
"Ah so he loves birthday cakes. I sure he's excited your birthday's coming back up then right?"
Ken's head perked up, "Another birthday?" He had vanilla icing on the side of his face.
Trevor laughed leaning back in his chair, "Ken you gotta keep up. Humans celebrate their birthday every year."
Marc decided to cut in "Yeah, but this summer you guys will also be celebrating your birthdays."
"What?" Both Bullmen said in shock.
"Okay well, I don't know when you guys were born, but I do know when you shifted and that's when you became 18 so that should count for something."
The two Bullmen looked at each other smiling.
"Alright but you better throw me a big party. I'm talking the works." Trevor said leaning forward.
"I don't care how big it is, as long as I have cake," Ken countered.
Marc laughed at the two. By the time they were done eating and talking, Mr. Ellis had convinced them to take a photo. He took one using everyone's phone. They did different photos for each phone. Mr. Ellis used Marc's phone last to take a silly photo to commemorate the day.
The boys immediately ran up and looked at it. Mr. Ellis let them have at it deciding to run to the bathroom. Marc passed it onto Ken, who handed it to Trevor.
"Hmm I don't know about these other two, but this Trevor guy looks hot even when being a goof." Trevor scrolled through Marc's phone.
"Marc, what is this?" Trevor let out a laugh as he displayed a picture of Mr. Karter in white briefs, Marc tried to snatch for his phone, but Trevor lifted it out of reach.
"I forgot about that. I took that picture to show Heather!"
"Sure, you did," Trevor stated.
Ken stepped in trying to help, but Trevor side stepped him and kept scrolling through the phone. Laughing at the images but stopping abruptly. Trevor did a double take at the phone and stared, then he looked at Marc.
"Marc," Trevor started to speak.
"Boys, I am ready to go home. How about you three?" Mr. Ellis said coming up.
As the three made their way out of the mall, Trevor handed Marc's phone back silently. The ride back home was odd. Trevor didn't say anything even when Marc set him up for a joke. Most of the air was filled by Mr. Ellis speaking to the boys.
When the boys walked inside Ken and Trevor were immediately recruited by Marc's mom to help with dinner. She said Cowmen need to learn skills besides lifting weights. Then she made it clear Marc would be the one helping tomorrow night.
Marc made his way up to his room alone, stepped over the sleeping bags, and collapsed onto his bed. Exhausted didn't begin to describe how he felt. He took out his phone and looked through his photos. HE wanted to know what Trevor had seen that made him upset. Was it the guy falling, the guy with the grimace at the camera, the lady dancing, or the lady with the pie in her face?
Marc sighed he scrolled over to the picture of Mr. Karter in his underwear. He briefly considered using it for some special alone time, but decided to send it to Heather, as originally intended. He had so wanted to see the look on her face. But he had forgotten it for too long.
Heather texted him back straight away, "OMG what is this?!"
"It's blackmail material for you." Marc added a winky face.
"Hmm... I don't know, while I could post this on the socials for small time embarrassment. I think he's a little too hot for this to be blackmail... unfortunately."
Heather sent a sighing emoji, "Anyway how was your day?"
"Pretty nice except for the part, where I had to have Ken and Trevor control their strength. They lifted up a car!"
"Oh wow! Do you think it's because what they "ate" that they're stronger?"
"I don't know. Probably I mean they are also Bullmen."
Heather replied with, "Don't worry about it too much, you'll stress yourself out. Then go bald then, only I'll be the pretty one... on second thought."
"Gee thanks," Marc sent back.
"I'm serious though; Don't worry. Even I have trouble with Brett sometimes. He's a horseman and he was on the track team, try keeping up with that when he gets excited."
Marc put his phone down and stared at the ceiling, he went into his right pocket and pulled out a small key. It was the same key Weston had dropped before he was...devoured by Ken, Marc shivered thinking about it. Weston had been ready to kill him on the spot. He'd never had to think about his own death like that before. He never wanted to be in a situation like that again.
Marc held the key up in the air. He read the number 117 that were etched into both sides. What could that mean? He had explored all around the farm trying to find what the key went to. The result was a big fat nothing, but still he couldn't part with it. He'd been carrying it around every day. Perhaps there was a locker were Weston and Javier were storing money, after they sold the milk?
"As if." Marc said to himself. For all he knew, it could be a key to something useless. He put the key back into his pocket.
Marc was called down for dinner.
The meal was great, Porkchops, greens, rice. Marc was surprised that Ken and Trevor hadn't eaten it all. The three boys were left in charge of cleaning while Marc's parents decided to go out for the night.
"You're going out now?!"
"Marc, parents need their time too." Marc's mom put on her coat, "Unless you don't want us to leave?"
"No, no have fun," Marc said shooing them out.
"Don't ruin the house," His dad said.
Marc dashed up to his room and opened the door to find Ken and Trevor standing close together exchanging angry looks.
"What's going on?"
"Trevor—
"Nothing," Trevor cut Ken off.
"Doesn't look like nothing." Marc said, "You two are standing pretty close."
Trevor grew a smirk, "Are you jealous?" he walked up and kissed Marc's cheek, "How about I kiss you all over and make it all better?"
"Um," Marc could feel his cock pulse at the sudden change in the mood.
Trevor leaned in and started kissing Marc's neck, then worked his way up to the lips.
Ken sighed rolling his eyes, "Trevor deflecting isn't going to..."
"You're telling me you don't want this?" Trevor had moved behind Marc, lifted his handler's shirt, and put his body on display.
Instantly, Marc could smell Ken's forest scent. Trevor closed the door to the room with his leg. His own arousal was growing releasing his earthy tone.
"We shouldn't. We don't want to hurt Marc," Ken tried to say, but his breathing was ragged.
"If you don't want to hurt him, then don't." Trevor rebuffed. He took off Marc's shirt throwing it across the room.
Marc's mind was a mess. He couldn't think straight. What had Ken and Trevor been talking about. What was Trevor deflecting. Who cared anymore? Marc wanted to get laid! He had these two muscle hunks and he wanted to explore their bodies.
Marc looked back at Trevor he had glowing brown eyes' Trevor's gaze was fixed on Ken. Ken lifted his head his green eyes were glowing too.
"Come and get him," Trevor growled.
Ken ripped off his shirt and lunged for the boys. He ended up sandwiching Marc, between two hard bodies. The force he applied though pushed Trevor back up against the wall. Ken grinded into Marc while Trevor removed his own shirt flinging it off to the floor. Trevor and Ken worked in tandem to undo Marc's shorts. Their own pants followed quickly after.
Marc's gaze shifted between the two Bullmen as Trevor kissed his back Ken took the front. "Fuck you both look so hot in your underwear. I'd keep you both like that all day every day if I could," Marc couldn't stop himself from saying the horny things he was thinking.
"Oh yeah," Ken smirked.
"Sounds hot?" Trevor's voice rang from behind.
The two kisses down his body. Ken got to his crotch inhaling it through the black boxer-briefs while Trevor did the same in the back. The two bullmen grabbed at Marc's underwear and pulled ripping them apart. Marc was now fully nude; His room was caked in the Bullmen's musk. There was no escape.
"Oh please, please suck me off." Marc cried,
"Sorry, man," Ken said his voice deeper, seductive. "We're Bullmen, the only cocks getting sucked here is ours."
"Please," Marc begged.
Ken's eyes flashed for a second, losing their glow, if he had blinked Marc would have missed it. Ken looked over to Trevor the two seem to have a silent conversation.
"I guess just for a bit," Ken winked, He kissed Marc's balls and let the black shaft lengthen along his face. He snuck his mouth onto the tip. Meanwhile in the back Trevor was kissing the dark twin globes Marc called as cheeks. He was turning each kiss into a love bite until he dove in Marc's ass prying it apart. Marc's legs got wobbly trying to deal with both the Bullmen. They steadied him but pulled away from the areas they were addressing.
They kissed their way back up Marc's body.
"You see this is the problem." Ken kissed Marc's neck. "We try to treat you and you can't handle it."
Marc noticed Ken was quite the talker when he had sex. Same thing happened last time, but had Trevor even said a word since they really got into it?
Ken pushed forward, pressing Marc's back into Trevor's chest. Trevor's hard cock spread through Marc's legs, brushed past his balls, to poke Ken in the thigh. Ken's own cock was currently rubbing up against Marc's. Although Marc's cock had grown from drinking Ken's milk, Ken's cock had benefited from devouring Weston. Ken's cock dominated over Mac sending copious amounts of precum over the black cock. It helped creating amazing friction while Trevor stimulated their balls with his fat piece. Marc placed his hand on Ken's ass feeling as he moved his hips. Trevor's hands slid over top of Marc's.
Ken kissed Marc. Marc's head was turned, as Trevor did the same. Then Marc watch as the two Bullmen stared at each other. They leaned forward and kissed. A good long kiss shoving their tongues into each other's mouth. Marc almost came right then. The two Bullmen were prodding around the other's mouths. They were doing the dominance thing even now.
Marc's anger at that dominance factor helped bring him somewhat back to reality.
The two Bullmen separated. Neither of them was winning. Marc went for Ken's pecs sucking at both nipples not getting anything.
Ken smirked, "Sorry Marc, I'm dry. I got milked before I came, remember?"
Marc turned his head around latching on to Trevor's right nipple.
"I'm dry too," Trevor said.
Marc groaned in frustration.
They placed their hands-on Marc's shoulders and pushed him down to his knees. Trevor walked beside Ken; their hard cocks swung in Marc's face.
Ken spoke, "There is another kind of milk we can give you."
Marc shrugged this was the best he was going to get. He dove down on Ken's cock only sucking the tip. He could feel the precum working its way into his mouth as it loosened his mouth and allowed him to take more.
"Ah, fuck yeah take it cocksucker."
Marc's didn't allow his emotions to show, but where did Ken even pick that up from?
Marc switched over to Trevor who only grunted as Marc tried to open his mouth wide enough to take the girth. Marc sucked on it savoring the taste.
He alternated between the two Bullmen, resting his hands on their assed. As he sucked, He brought his fingers closer to their holes. He was almost there until he felt to strong grip on his wrist. Then he got a smack to the head.
"Our asses are off limits." Ken kneeled to him.
Now that slap really woke Marc up. The Bullmen's scents were still there, but the throbbing pain was a reminder to stay vigilant. The two Bullmen sat naked on Marc's bed, with their cocks out. They laid back with their hands behind their heads.
"Hey, these cocks aren't going to suck themselves," Ken gestured towards his throbbing member.
Marc stomped over to them, holding his face, "Ken that really hurt." Marc was being overdramatic, and he knew that it wasn't even a fraction of Ken's strength, but he wanted to test something.
Ken's eyes stopped glowing back to there normal green. He hopped up, "Oh shit," He grabbed Marc's face, his eyes went back to glowing. Ken planted a few tender kisses. "All better?"
"A bit?" Marc hated to admit the gentle kisses were soothing.
"Good," Ken patted him on the back then turned around and fell back to the bed with Trevor, "Now suck."
Marc sighed crawling first between Ken's leg's which Trevor didn't seem to have any objection to. Marc lapped up his balls. He sucked on each marveling at how full they felt. He licked the shaft like a candy cane then popped the top into his mouth. Trevor started jerking off.
"You suck it so good!" Ken said.
Marc pulled off and made his way over to Trevor. Ken began to stroke his cock, now devoid of a mouth. Marc took a deep whiff of those brown balls. Wiggling his tongue to simulate each. They felt even heavier than Ken's. Marc used his hand and mouth in coordination to handle Trevor's member. He hoped he was doing it right. It was something he'd only ever seen in porn.
But Marc felt like he was figuring out what was going on. Ken and Trevor had different personality types when engaging with sex. Ken was a very verbal dominant top, while Trevor was a strong silent fucker. Ken acted the same way during his shift, and from the glimpse of Trevor's shift Marc saw, so did he. Marc just didn't understand why. He's made them horny before and that didn't make them go wild.
Marc moved back to Ken, licking along his shaft and balls only this time he went further down. He got in a lick of Ken's taint then went back up, when he switched, he did the same thing to Trevor. He went slowly so neither would notice how closer he was getting to their ass. Eventually, he stuck his tongue between Ken's muscular cheeks earning him a moan, while Trevor grunted in pleasure when it was his turn.
"Oh, fuck I'm getting close," Ken said beating his cock as Marc took an extra-long detour in his ass.
"You can't!" Marc put his head up. " If you two cum in my room my parents will know, and we'll all be dead."
"Then you're going to have to swallow it, because there's no stopping this train now," Ken said still jerking off beside Trevor.
Marc shook his head "I can't swallow all of that, not completely. Definitely not from two people."
Ken sucked his teeth disappointed. Him and Trevor made eye contact. Trevor nudged his head.
"Fuck that!" Ken said.
"I don't want to do it either!" Trevor shouted, his brown eyes stop glowing, "Do it for Marc."
"Fine." Ken said.
The two stopped beating their hard cocks and got up from the bed. Ken laid on Trevor's sleeping bag, while Trevor stood over top of him. The two lined up their faces and cocks.
Marc couldn't believe it. A real-life 69 in front of him with two handsome guys. He started working his own dick. He watched as Ken and Trevor sucked on each other's manhood expertly. neither lasted long as their plugged-up mouths released groans. Their hard cocks throbbed in the others' mouth dumping an insane amount of Bullmen seed. Marc watched as their bellies protruded from the amount that filled them.
He got up reaching his own limit and shot his cum onto their bodies. Trevor collapsed onto Ken and their cocks flopped out of their mouths.
"Holy hell, that was wild!" Trevor said. He let out a laugh. Ken blinked wildly laughing to and Marc joined in falling onto the duo.
They all showered separately. No need for a repeat performance. It took an hour to air the room out. Trevor was the last one in the shower. Marc laid on his bed and wondered if what they did would be considered a threesome. If so, it was his first one ever! He was so happy! He looked over to Ken laying on his sleeping bag. Ken wasn't nearly as happy as Marc.
"What's wrong Ken?" Marc leaned off his bed.
"I almost hurt you again." Ken mumbled.
"It wasn't that bad."
"That's not the point Marc!" Ken raised his voice, "If I'm with you, a human. One day I might do something I can't take back." "He banged his first on the floor Isabella was right."
Now there was a name Marc didn't want to hear. "What does she have to do with anything?"
Ken look at Marc guiltily, "I've considered asking her to be my life mate."
"Oh?" Marc said. He couldn't distinguish the own tone in his voice. Was it anger, sadness, or hurt?
"Marc please understand,"
"You don't have to explain anything to me Ken. We're not going out." Didn't mean it didn't put a hole in his heart. "You and Isabella get along, you trust her. You have private conversations with her. You and Trevor let her taste your milk."
"Marc what are you—
Trevor, towel around his waist, stepped into the room, "I heard my name. you guys missing me already?"
Marc ignored him, turning around and closing his eyes. When Marc opened his eyes again time had flown by. He had fell asleep. What time was it? It was still dark out and his lights were off, but he heard voices yelling. As he focused and woke up more without moving, he listened to Ken and Trevor arguing.
"That was a dirty move and you know it." Ken said.
"Cry me a river boy-scout." Trevor threw back.
"You need to tell Marc, or even ask him."
"I don't NEED to tell Marc, anything," Trevor said. "What I do is none of your business."
"It is when you use sex that involves me and Marc as a distraction." Ken huffed.
Marc sat up in his bed. "What are you two talking about and don't lie."
"Tell him." Ken ordered before laying down in his sleeping bag to go to sleep.
Trevor huffed defeated, "Your phone,"
"My phone? You want it?" Marc asked confused.
Trevor clenched his fist. He didn't want to say anything else, but he did. "No not your phone, specifically. What's on your phone to be exact. The photos."
Marc got up and made his way over to his phone. He unlocked it and opened the gallery. "These?" Marc displayed the pictures Trevor went through earlier.
"Yeah," Trevor nodded solemnly.
"What's wrong with them?" Marc looked them over. He knew something was up when Trevor went silent, but he couldn't figure it out.
"My Dad's in one." Trevor said.
Marc's mind stop functioning for a moment. He pulled up the photo of the man looking directly at the camera. "Is this him?"
Trevor nodded.
"I thought he looked like you. That's why I took it." Marc stared at the photo in amazement. "But for him to be your dad." This was Trevor's father. At least one of them anyway.
Trevor sighed, "Boy scout over here wanted me to ask where you took the photo."
Marc gulped, "The same place I took the others, at Milkem. I was on a tour and these were party pictures they had up." Marc didn't mention he had snuck into a room to get them.
Trevor took a deep breath. "Marc do you think you can take me there. When we go back?"
Marc rubbed the back of his head. "I don't know. I think uncle T would be better."
"Marc you're my handler. I trust YOU... also your uncle hates that place."
Marc slinked back to bed, "Okay guess we have no choice." He crawled under the covers.
Trevor laid down, "You can go to bed now boy scout, I know your still listening."
Marc thought from there he'd get a peaceful night's rest, but at 5:00 am in the morning someone's phone went off. He tried to ignore it until he heard yelling.
"What! He did? I'll be there,"
Marc turned around to see Trevor shuffling on clothes "What's wrong?"
"Ron had his baby."
Marc took a minute to remember who Ron was. The Cowman Trevor had been shadowing to be a breeder.
"I thought he wasn't due for a few more weeks." Ken's voice joined the mix.
"So, did I, but the baby had other ideas." Trevor rolled his sleeping bag up.
"You can't go anywhere now." Marc said.
"I'll get a ride, a taxi or something," Trevor shoved clothes into his suitcase.
"You can't leave."
"That's where you're wrong. I'm 18 and I don't live here. I can go wherever I want especially if it's back home."
"But we just got here!" Marc cried. He didn't want to sound spoiled, but he wanted to show his best friends his home with all three of them. He had a birthday and a driving test he wanted to celebrate with them.
"I can visit you anytime Marc." Trevor kissed Marc head, "But Ron's only going to have this baby once."
Marc realized he wasn't going to win. "Okay, Okay fine." He grabbed his head trying to think of a solution. "Ken can you go with him?"
"Huh me? Is this because you're still mad." Ken asked.
"Wha?" Marc was having some issues thinking with his morning brain, "Oh, no I just don't think Trevor should be alone."
"I'm not alone. I've got these guns," Trevor flexed his biceps.
Marc gave Ken a looked that signified, "See what I mean."
"Okay." Ken got up and got his things together while Trevor called a Taxi? An uber? A lyft? Whatever it was Marc got the idea. His two friends mad off into the morning with their things.
Marc's parents were less than pleased once they found out. They called Uncle T and learned that the two had arrived safely. They seemed upset, but there was nothing they could do. Ken and Trevor were adults and they did have the right to leave. Though Mr.& Mrs. Ellis said if they ever did that again they'll never be welcomed back.
After lunch that day, Marc collapsed in the bed. He felt his right pocket. The key was there. He felt his left pocket and pulled out his phone.
He pulled up the picture of Trevor's dad. The Two did look alike except Trevor had a few softer features while his dad was more rugged.
A text message came in on his phone from Ayden. It was a video clip. It had the caption, `Isn't this weird?' Marc opened it curiously. There was a woman being escorted off the premises demanding to see her husband, Weston Planter. She was screaming her head off that her husband had disappeared, and the farm was hiding it."
Marc's insides squeezed. It was true that Uncle T hadn't told anyone yet, but Uncle T did have a plan. He just wanted to make sure Ken and Trevor wouldn't get arrested after the truth came out.
Marc looked at the lady, she was very pretty, curly blond hair past her shoulders, ruby red lipstick. She looked familiar, but Marc couldn't remember Weston having ever mentioned being married, or wear a wedding ring.
Marc replayed the video again.