Once again, I was lifted to his chest and carried motionless into a living room and placed on a sofa beside Jillian who was waist wrapped in a towel. He put his arms around me and held me tight as he rubbed his hands over me to stimulate circulation on cowboy's orders, whose name I learned was Texas.
"I was a medic in 'Nam and I know hypothermia when I see it, but yer little-un's gonna be okay. Thank the Lord we found him soon 'nough, Jillian. That was smart thinkin' worryin' if he'd got home okay and ya best call the ole lady and tell her all's well with her munchkin."
I was the one who talked to grandma, telling her that Jillian and I had somehow got separated but were reunited and now spending the night at a friends place. "Yeah, you know... Sheldon, grandma? I lied but what else was I to say when I didn't even know where I was myself at one hour before midnight! Texas was right, she was awake and worried!
A large bag of white powder that spilled out and onto the coffee table had Jillian leaning over it and fussing. With what looked like a credit card he shaped it into a thin line of about four or five inches long. He bent me over the table and blocked my left nostril with a finger and inserted a straw into my right nostril pinching it lightly and telling me to inhale deep. Jill maneuvered my head forward as the thin line dissipated in length.
"Cocaine Jacky! Pure snow my friend; you are definitely going to like this shit!" he advocated. "Make ya feel better, too!"
He and Texas took turns scraping and lining the flour like substance and had just finished snorting it themselves when two young boys appeared from the rear of the home.
Texas beamed with delight, "There ya's are! Hope ya were careful coming in the back way and no body saw ya."
They assured him that they were cautious and took a seat on each of the big man's knees as he kissed each boy lovingly on the nose. Introductions followed, the older boy was Sean, aged 12 and the younger boy, Kyle was 9. Texas didn't have to announce that they were brothers, the resemblance was stunning. Both brunettes were quite cute sporting identical hair cuts, longish but well groomed.
Sean rolled his eyes as he said, "Mom was a little late passing out tonight, she was drinking from the vodka bottle that we watered down for when we needed her to be somewhat sober in the morning."
"Yeah," piped in Kyle, "like for parent-teacher meetings and the mornings when the Welfare lady was coming by!"
"But we made the old switcheroo when we realized it," explained Sean, "and here we are!"
Texas roared at the boys sly tactics of manipulating their mother's alcohol intake, "She still hasn't caught on, has she? But we still have plenty a time fore I take ya's to him. Hope ya got some shut-eye, don't want ya fallin' sleep on the man. Now run along to the bedroom and play that darn video game ya' like."
My curiosity was aroused to say the least, but when the boys were out of ear shot Texas explained, "Found Sean much the same as I found you, Hoover. Bout six months ago he was rifling through a dumpster out back a here lookin' fer scraps and recyclables so I brought him in fer a nice meal. He was so darned cute I couldn't help but make a move on him. Next thing I knew we was in bed and I was puttin' the bone to him after we got to know each other's body parts right there on that sofa you's is sittin' on. -- I swear that the Good Lord Himself is a boy-lover and blessed me that night with a miracle in more ways than one.
"Turns out his older cousins' been dickin' him since he was eight then they got the other young-un into it and the two brothers been doin' each other ever since! Now 'magine my good fortune in discoverin' that; so I looked up a few of my old clients and was back in the boy-runnin' trade again in a smaller way with just Sean on the payroll while I been groomin' little Kyle inta bein' a man-pleaser. Also made a bunch a movies of them that sold like hot cakes!
"Anyways, this'll be Kyle's first time with a man, other than me of course. He's ready I figure long as his brother's there to look out fer him. Got a request for two boys from this rich dude and the rest is history!"
My jaw hung open bowled over by his disclosure. Although he had told me all about that stuff in the bedroom, seeing it being played out right in front of my eyes with two very real boys in the midst of it all was disturbing. Much the same as the night's realism with Jill that I could no longer deny the truth of; hearing about things and seeing things were very different from each other. Like watching the news, sure a murder is disturbing but I guess seeing it happen right in front of me would be devistating!
I looked to see Jill smiling ear to ear not the least bit wavered by Texas' perversion, he actually looked proud of Texas. The proof was in the pudding when he slid forward to take another snort of coke and his towel fell open revealing his exact sentiments.
"Way ta go, Tex! They are real cuties ya found... so are ya getting back in the business full time like before, ya know, more boys?" Jill asked as if he was discussing a lawn mowing business.
"Depends I guess. Maybe we should talk about it, ya know! Fifty-fifty, partners like. You find the boys like ya used to and I look after the bookin of em. No shortage of men out there. But I'd rather be a broker ya know, match boys to men lookin' for steady boy-toys and chargin' a whopper finder's fee rather than worry bout all the logistics of rentin' them out. Good money but a pain in the ass." Texas replied as he lined up another string of nose candy.
He noticed Jill's erection who was doing nothing to try and hide it. "Ya all wanna have a go at them, be my guest. Don't have to drop em off for another hour yet, Hoover!" he offered
Jill's eyes lit up. He looked at Texas; toward the room the boys were in and then at me. His smile faded. I wondered if he was sorry that I hadn't found my way home which would have allowed him a guilt free conscience to do what I know he wanted to do.
Texas sensed the mounting friction and said, "Hells-bells, I'm hornier than a three-peckered billy-goat myself and besides, an hour ain't long 'nough to enjoy them proper. But I think we could all use a quick blowjob... ya know, exercise their jaws a tad?" he joked and hollered out for the boys to come hither.
I think it was my nervous state that made me lean over and have another line without invitation. I needed something to do while I digested things. I couldn't very well leave; I didn't even know where we were!
At Texas' orders Sean and Kyle took off their clothes without the slightest hesitation and stood flaccid before us all. Jill liked what he saw and was pumping himself in anticipation, opting for the nine year old when asked his choice of the two, which by no means surprised me.
Texas stood and unfastened his pants letting them fall. His very large erect manhood stood straight out at a slight angle as thick as the younger boy's wrist and bull sized balls hung in a mat of salt and pepper hair that matched his groin and chest as he opened his shirt. He was a large man in more than one way; guess things are bigger in Texas! He was quite fit with only a paunch of a belly revealed as he sat down in his recliner chair.
"How bout a little show for us fellas? Git each other's peckers all nice and hard!" Texas commanded as he played with his monster.
I watched in horror as the two brothers fondled each other, smiling. Both had sported erections rather instantaneous. Kyle's was small as one would expect from a nine-year old, but Sean was well on his way in the development stage although still void of pubic hair.
Kyle lowered himself to his knees and consumed his brother's larger boy-hood. Jill began panting at the scene while Texas only snickered, probably having witnessed it many times over. I was in a stupor but had to admit, it was stimulating to watch despite chastising myself for thinking it erotic. Cocaine seemed to ease the conscience
Texas broke the silence, "Save him his ball juice, Kyle. I want him fully loaded for the nice man later on." he warned, "Go take care of my old friend, and Sean, come on over here and ya can drain mine."
The boys assumed a kneeling position on the floor between the legs of their respective charges. Jill was in his glory getting blown by the nine-year old who was performing quite ambitious in his endeavour. Jill pulled me close into him and his hand found my own hardness hidden under the blanket and he smiled as he freed it into the open.
"Yes sirree-bob... mighty fine specimen of a boy ya got there, Hoover!" cooed Texas, much to my embarrassment. "Okay, little-un... gonna give ya a load a Texas crude any second now so don't waste a drop!"
It must have been a sizable load indeed because it was running out of the sucking boys mouth as his cheeks took on the appearance of a chipmunk with acorns stashed in them! After swallowing his prize and lapping up the excess spillage he was directed my way for a repeat performance kneeling beside his brother.
My cocaine fuelled brain made concessions to my earlier stance on events. I could live with the twelve year old giving me head, thankful that it wasn't his little brother's mouth that I came within shortly after watching Jillian feed his nectar to a very appreciative recipient.
...to be continued.....