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MT. PLEASANT HIGH - SERIES
Previously:
Josh discovered the real agenda behind Matt's invitation to have a threesome with Chad. He's devastated and finds a helping hand in his mechanic, Ayrton. Turns out he gets a little more than a helping hand.
Matt makes the best out of joining Chad's little 'gang'. He hooks up with Zack Gahm, the boy who spotted him and Josh having sex on the hood of the VW. (Check chapter 6).
Capo Monteiro receives some pills in jail. He takes them unaware of what is going to happen next.
"I didn't do it to hurt you, Josh."
"You set me up, never consulted me before using me to get what you wanted. It's easy to say you didn't wanna hurt me. You did. That's all I know. Do you have anything else to say? I'm getting inside."
"I can't really say anything."
"Good. I'm not in the mood for listening to your voice and I can't look at your face. If you're done, then good bye. Have a nice life."
Josh turned his back to Matt.
PART 10 - THE GREAT ESCAPE
Matt waited until Josh slammed the door and walked back to his house. He was a mess inside. Devastated, to say the least. He honestly believed that using Josh was harmless, but come on! Using someone to get what you want is never harmless, even though the used person is getting something out of it. Josh only got a cock up his ass. He had to admit it was a special cock, not for being big, but because it was attached to Chad Campbell's body. Matt would gain nothing with that reasoning. He screwed up big time. Really bad.
Shawn got off the bus, coming from the Pet Shelter and saw Matt walking with the head down.
"Hey Matt!"
No response. He walked closer, so he would hear.
"Yo, Matt!"
"Oh, hi, Shawn. Didn't see you."
"How you doing?"
"I've had better days."
"What's up?"
"Never mind, man..."
"You look awful, Matt, like you got hit by a truck. C'mon, I'm your friend. I mean, I see myself as a friend..."
Matt needed to talk, let out this monster that was eating him inside out. He was holding up, trying his best not to burst out in tears.
Slowly the reality of what he'd done settled in. He screwed up. At first he was inabriated by the excitement of getting wild, having sex with that really hot Chad Campbell, that he would do whatever he asked him to...
When did I get so blind that I did not see that I was going wrong with Josh? Oh Shit! Can he ever forgive me? He wouldn't even let me say anything!
In the process of waking up to that reality, of how endangered was his friendship with Josh, Matt lost it. He felt dizzy and Shawn held him when he thought he was going to faint.
"All right, Matt. You have to tell me what's going on."
"I screwed up, Shawn, I screwed up big time..."
He said it and started crying. Interestingly, Matt's reaction when acknowledging he indeed betrayed Josh was very similar to Josh's reaction when figured out he was screwed up. They both cried.
Unlike Josh though, Matt accepted Shawn's help quite fast, for he knew he was in no condition plus he needed to share his feelings with someone...
Shawn convinced him to open up and they went to the Pancake Palace, where they would have some privacy to talk. Matt thought Shawn was going to hate him as soon as he started telling the story, Chad's proposal to have a threesome with Josh in order to accept him as a member of the 'gang' but Shawn was supportive, he didn't even say anything about how bad that was, that betrayal. During his speech, Matt started crying all over again and Shawn held his hand, told him it was going to be ok, Josh would come around and forgive him.
"Do you think that?"
"I'm sure he will. The friendship you guys have is beautiful, he's gonna forgive you for sure... But you better ask him. Better yet, beg him for forgiveness."
"I'll do that. I talked to him earlier but he wouldn't even let me talk."
"Of course, it's still recent. Maybe tomorrow, or in a few days, the pain will fade, and he'll be able to talk to you."
"Don't you hate me after the things I said?"
"No. Why would I? I know you're not perfect. As well as I'm not perfect, and Josh is not perfect too."
No word was spoken for a while, then Shawn charged again:
"Clearly, what you did was awful, underhanded, you acted like a royal asshole. But I'm gonna do whatever I can to get you guys back to being friends."
"Please don't let Josh know that I told you about this. He's mad at me now, if he knows that I talked to you about that, he will never be able to forgive me."
"Don't worry I won't say anything. If the topic comes up, then I'll put you in good words."
Before they parted ways, Shawn promised he'd call later to check how Matt was.
Right after Josh turned his back to Matt and entered the house, he could not hold it anymore and started crying again. The pain Matt caused was there, present again. In his room everything he laid his eyes on seemed to remind him of Matt, that son-of-a-bitch. His bed, where Matt took his virginity, his xbox, that he played with Matt million times, his key ring that was a gift from Matt...
Damn! This guy is all around. He thought of organizing his room in order to keep his mind busy with something else other than Matt. He organized his dvds, books, socks drawer, underwear drawer... He got very close to ironing his shirts, but the door bell ringing saved him from sinking that low.
"Hi, Shawn."
"Hello, Josh, wassup?"
"Oh, nothing, I was just getting my room clean."
"Right. How was your day?"
"Crappy. Really crappy."
"Why?"
"Oh, I had a fight with Matt..."
"Was it bad?"
"He did something that really upset me. But I don't wanna talk about him, nor think about him."
"Really?"
"Yes. He really showed me one side of him that I didn't know."
"Wow, but probably soon enough you're gonna forget about it, right?"
"Not so sure. I already let him have it. I spit out all my anger on him. Maybe I was too harsh, but he deserved it. I really don't wanna talk about it, ok?"
"Ok, no problem."
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Dunno, why?"
"I'm gonna have a movie night, and you're invited."
"Oh, great, who's coming?"
"You." Josh smiled for the first time since they started talking.
"Only me? Hehehe..."
"I could call Jordan, you know, but he's gonna be like a 'third wheel'."
"Oh, so it's more like a date?"
"Hoho, dunno about that, just thought it'd be nice to be with you a little. Are you gonna RSVP?"
"Sure, count me in. What time does the screening start?"
"Well, you're the guest of honor, so you tell me, what time do you wanna come?"
"Nine something, sounds good?"
"Ok to me."
"Great. So I better get home and prepare my dad some dinner, so I can be off the hook afterwards."
"Me too, I'm gonna fix the hungry Davenport family something."
"By the way, what are we going to watch?"
"A classic. Grease."
"Wow! Long time since I watched that. It's gonna be great."
"Yes, it's a very long time since I watched it too... Around nine I'll be here with John Travolta, Olivia Newton-John and Stockard Channing waiting for you."
"Stockard Channing?"
"Yes, Rizzo. My favorite character... You know? There are worse things I could do, than go with a boy or two..."
"Oh I remember that... Even though the neighborhood thinks I'm trashy and no good..."
"Perfect! I suppose it could be true, but there are worse things I could do..."
They both laughed. Josh was surprised Shawn knew the lyrics and Shawn was surprised that Josh liked that movie...
Richard Desbordes called his PI to know about Lopez and Miles, the crooked cops.
"Something is up, Rick. They're together at Lopez's house, walking around circles. They've been there for quite some time now."
"Really? I was after Lopez here, and my partner had Miles. Apparently Miles received a call, then immediately came here. Miles talked on the phone and now they're just waiting for something.
"Ok, 'keep me posted' if anything happens."
The call Miles received was from the guy he paid to deliver the Capo those pills.
It had been few hours since the Capo took those pills and he was feeling something awful, it was like something was pressing his chest, shortening his breath. The minutes passed and the feeling only got worse. Maybe those pills were not from his family to help him get away from jail, maybe those pills were from someone, some rival, to poison him and get the Monteiros out of the way...
Some time more and he felt a stinging pain in the back of his neck. Now it was almost impossible to breath... He had to get help.
"Help. Help! Guard... Help... I'm dying here!"
Some guard came to him, irritated because someone was disturbing his nap time.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't know, man, I'm... I can't breathe..."
The initial irritation gave place to some other face expression when the guy noticed the old man was red, his eyes looked stoned. He called someone on the radio and soon a doctor came by, checking his blood pressure.
"It's a heart attack. We gotta take him to the hospital!"
As Capo Monteiro was being taken to the hospital, phones started ringing. DA's office was informed something was wrong with their prisoner, the judge who was handling the case, the old man who handled Internal Affairs in Georgetown County Police Department...
The old man of Internal Affairs spoke with the Mayor, the Vice Governor...
Soon after Richard Desbordes' phone also rang and some source let him know the Capo Monteiro apparently had a heart attack and was being transferred to the hospital.
Mark White-Robertson, the PI, also called Richard to let him know that 'his cops' were on the move after receiving a phone call.
Darlene Mayer was informed by the DA's assistant that her client had just arrived at St. Jude's Charity Hospital in the outskirts of Georgetown.
"St. Jude's Charity? Why? He should've been taken to a private hospital, for Christ sakes!"
"It's standard procedure ma'am. All inmates under custody of State receive treatment in St Jude's"
"Ok, I'm going down there."
"There's no need ma'am, you'll be informed of whatever happens."
Her reaction was rehearsed. She knew it would be much better if the whole thing took place at the Charity hospital. So many people, so many problems, it would be easier to get him out.
Completing the chain of phone calls, Darlene informed Miles what he already knew.
"We're going to get the ambulance. Don't worry. It'll happen later tonight."
There was no way she would not be worried. Since that thing started, many things went wrong. First, the stupid sons of the Capo insisted the money should be delivered by those morons, Ian and Vlad. They were too inexperienced and the whole thing became a huge mess resulting in both kids dead and those cops were not to be trusted. Plus it made the news. Second, the money being misplaced which resulted in insatisfaction from the cops. That was solved by some threats being made, but that was really risky. She didn't want to get involved that much, the risk of being disbarred was not worth the trouble. Third, the threat of the Capo going under Federal Custody that would jeopardize their plans, made them rush into this not well planned hospital action. Again, not the best way to act. If it went right this time, it would all be nice, she would get a lot of cash and the Capo Monteiro would be free to continue his business.
"Matt?"
"Hey Shawn."
"How are you?"
"I'm as ok as someone who lost his best friend can be."
"I told you man, you haven't lost him. Give him sometime. That's all... What are you doing now?"
"Right before you called I was crying watching that video you recorded in the car, in the day you got your hair cut."
"Oh, I remember that...Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue! That was a lot of fun!"
"Yeah, I'm afraid all that's left to me are those memories of the days I was happy."
"Man, come on! You sound like a Meg Cabot novel gone bad."
"All right, all right..."
"Seriously, Matt."
"What are you gonna do tonight?"
"I'm going to Josh's place, we're having a movie night. Why?"
"Oh. Right. I was gonna invite you to something, talk, I don't know. But you're gonna be busy, apparently..."
"What is it that I'm sensing? Jealousy? Really? Probably Josh invited me because of the very same reason, you know? To get his mind off what happened."
"Of course it's jealousy, Shawn, you're going to watch a movie with Josh, don't you think I'm gonna be jealous? And by the way it shouldn't be like this. I didn't do that to hurt him. And he liked!"
"Don't try to justify yourself, Matt. What you did was not nice to Josh, you DO know that everything has consequences, don't you?"
"Ok, man. Whatever you say... I'm gonna try to do something to forget and sleep."
"You do that."
"Did I come in too early?"
"Nope. I was reading that book I borrowed from you, 79 Park Avenue. Now I'm totally hooked, you know. Marja changes all through the book, it seems like I can't stop turning pages..."
"Wow, you really are enjoying."
"Yes I am. I think I'll be done tomorrow."
"Very fast!"
Josh thought of mentioning the poem he found in the book but better not.
They got up to Josh's room for the movie and there was popcorn, coke, the bed was prepped for the two of them. Josh's single bed for two. Uh-huh. Talk about being close, right? Shawn got his arms around Josh and kissed him. It was not planned by Josh though it was to be expected when you invite a boy over to your house to watch a movie. Shirts soon flied across the room and pants fell down on the floor. There. Boys in their undies. What a great view.
The kissing soon evolved to kissing and groping, Shawn was really in the mood.
"Whoa! Horny, are we?"
"You make me like that."
"Gee, man... Let's get to the movie. Maybe later on we can play some other game..."
Josh on control of his boy right now.
Shawn laid on the bed, over his side, and Josh adjusted himself in a spooning position to Shawn, feeling his hard volume packed in his underwear. What a nice way to watch a movie.
I might not want to watch a movie unless like this, he thought to himself.
The body against his was hot. Literally. Shawn seemed at least one degree hotter than Josh. The fact that Shawn was hard, obviously made Josh hard too. The Paramount logo appeared on screen.
'Grease' has a very predictable plot, the classic story that made American movie industry world wide famous, but still, it's not only the story itself, it's how the story is told that matters.
Rydell High on the first day back to school reminded Josh of Mount Pleasant High. He pointed it to Shawn.
"Really?"
"Yes. There are those groups getting together much like in the movie... You see the jocks, the clueless 'Prada-Dolce-and-Gabbana girls, in '78 probably they didn't think of portraying a great variety but here we have the Rastafaris, we have those Gothics, in their black outfits, eyeliner, their really scary looks, we have the Latinos, the blacks. Did you have this in your school in Mississippi? What city did you live in, actually? I think I've never asked."
"We did have a lot of latinos, but blacks and whites sorta mixed. I lived in Biloxi, in the neighborhood of West Biloxi, actually. Why do you wanna know?"
"For nothing, just asking."
Shawn, though enjoying the movie, was enjoying better Josh's body against his own. He was rock hard ever since he got in that room, and by the time was "Look at me I'm Sandra Dee" was being sung, he couldn't hold himself anymore and instead of just caressing Josh's cock through the thin cotton fabric his brief was made of, he slid his hand inside of it, getting a handful of cock. Exactly what he wanted. Josh's cock was amazing, thick and big in the right measure.
"Oh my god, you're fucking horny, huh?"
Shawn whispered into his ear then:
"I can't help it... I just love to hold your hard cock in my hands. Feels so right, so hot, so delicious. I love to have it all inside of my mouth..."
And saying that, Shawn started kissing Josh's back neck, ear, biting tenderly the ear nibble which was a major turn on to Josh. It made him contort pressing against Shawn's body and more importantly, against his hard cock locked inside his undies. He squeezed Josh's cock and rubbed it, gently and amazingly, till it started oozed a bit of pre cum, that Shawn used to get a better sliding around that cock.
At this point, Josh couldn't care less that Olivia Newton-John's character was hopelessly devoted to Danny Zucko. He himself was hopelessly devoted to Shawn. To his cock, precisely.
Shawn came into his life without planning. Our boy was just getting beyond wild in his lust and he reached Shawn's underwear, pulled it down a little, enough to let Shawn understand the game was on! He grabbed the neighbor hand and led it to his own underwear's waistband. The message was received and soon enough Josh's white undies were around his knee, and Shawn's cock was occupying that hot delicious ass crack. Rubbing up and down.
"Reach in the top drawer to the left the lube."
"Oh, right."
Shawn reached the lube and before applying it he kissed Josh all too good. Seriously, there is no gradation of intensity to describe how 'avid' was the kissing at that time, so you got to understand it was real-super-intense.
Josh let out a moan while his friend lubed him up. A finger started playing inside his ass.
"Oh, oh, uh, Shawn... Oh, Shawn..."
The first finger welcomed the second one, and they played a little around that tight hole making Josh's cock leak a very fair amount of pre cum.
Shawn kept kissing Josh's neck as he slid his fingers out of that breath-taking ass hole. This cutie was tight though that ass was hungry.
"Oh, Josh, you are so fucking hot."
"You turn me on, very freaking much..."
Shawn placed his cock up Josh's ass and Josh helped pulling apart his ass cheek. When the head entered him, he let out a pleasure moan. The fingers helped stretch the way. The hot fucking neighbor kept whispering in his ear that he was so hot.
"You're the best thing that happened in my life since I moved here, Josh."
Josh's smile could be seen because of the light from the TV when he turned his head to Shawn, who lovingly kissed him. The tongues played and battled while Shawn moved his hip slowly forward, until his pubic hair touched Josh's ass cheeks, meaning his whole cock was buried inside Josh.
Josh closed his eyes at every new thrust of Shawn and moaned lightly. Shawn was calm but deep in him and kept on, sometimes stroking Josh's cock, sometimes caressing his butt cheek.
It ran long and Shawn couldn't hold it anymore right about when the movie went to the dance contest. Shawn turned Josh with his butt up and mounted on him, spreading his ass cheeks so nicely and fucking him as deep as he could go... Oh, fuck... He let out a huge load, for he hadn't jerked off in a few days. Josh was totally creamed up.
They resumed watching the movie surrounded by that sexy atmosphere and closed tight in a hot embrace.
The illustrious patient of St. Jude's Charity Hospital had two armed police officers by the door of his room, the room 308. Doctors came by, collected his blood, measured him, hooked him up to a machine that monitored his heartbeats and blood pressure all the time. It was still high. When the ambulance was called from the County Jail it was 240 over 160. Now, he was medicated and it was down to 180 over 120, still high, but manageable.
The Capo was again on a bed looking at the ceiling. This ceiling was much better though, it was not his cell's ceiling. Hopefully he would never see that place ever again. He was few feet away from his freedom. It was ok now, but he thought he was going to die in the jail.
Miles east from the hospital, in the Courthouse, a meeting was taking place. The DA, Police Chief, Internal Affairs, Assistant DA, Mayor, and the Judge. Those people were pondering about the situation, none of them felt much better for having armed guards at the room door but they agreed there was nothing else to do at that time. Complimentary tests would be made in the morning.
"In the morning?" The DA asked in disbelief.
"Apparently they are short in human resources. That's a charity hospital, remember?" The Police chief.
Aside from that, there was much tension in the room between the Judge Stycer and the DA who blamed the Judge for not sending the Capo to the feds before.
The cops arrived with their 'fake' ambulance and parked it in the ambulance area. There were few others parked too. Both Miles and Lopez wore white overalls and entered the hospital like they were just two doctors coming from their snack break.
Richard Desbordes arrived soon after, already knowing the cops were there, the PI kept him fed with fresh updates every ten minutes. His phone rang:
"Richard, where the fuck are you?"
"I'm at the hospital, chief."
"So you know already."
"Of course I do, last time I checked, I wasn't the Gazette's accountant, I was still a journalist!"
"Have you interviewed anyone?"
"Chief, with all due respect, I'm not here to interview anyone, I'm here for his escape."
"Is he really gonna escape?"
"After all the material I showed you do you have any doubts about it? Don't you leave the office, I'm gonna e-mail you the story and the pictures for the front page."
"You have ALL the story ready?"
"No, man. We're going with his escape, and in the next days we'll drop the bomb. I'm still missing one item in the whole thing."
"What is it?"
"The money, chief, the money."
Telling your editor he is 'not to leave the office' is a bit bold, but Richard knew where he was stepping on, the editor would leave his wife and kids starve to death if a story was involved, before being an editor, he's been a reporter for a long long time.
Richard didn't go up to room 308, he waited in the cafeteria instead. From the window there, he had a perfect view of the ambulance area and he had the 'fake' one with a perfect angle.
Miles and Lopez didn't have much of a plan, they knew it had to be done, and they would do it no matter how. Lopez remained down the hall in a room next to the elevator. Miles went ahead to room 308. Both now wore those procedure masks covering their faces and also white surgical caps as if they were freshly out of the operating room.
Miles approached the door and talked to the officers.
"How's everything here, officers?"
"It's all ok. Nothing new."
"Ok, gonna check on our patient here."
"Ok, doctor." Both guys answered in unison.
"By the way, have you guys checked the amazing cheesecake they have in the cafeteria?"
"No..."
"I haven't either."
"Oh, you should. No one can say they came to St. Jude's if they didn't taste that thing. Awesome."
Miles looked at the faces of both cops. He knew no cop would say no to something like that. It ran in cop's blood, the passion for eating while working.
"What do you say, Fabian, I'll go first, then when I come back you go there grab a piece?"
"I think it's ok... There's nothing going on here anyway..."
Miles intervened.
"You better go fast and tell the lady to save a piece for your partner, coz when the doctors get wind of it..."
"Ok, Fabian, I'm going down there."
"Ok. Be fast, though."
Miles smiled at his performance as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. He called Lopez and told him it was 'show time'. Then he looked at the Capo, for the first time in person!
"Ok, Mr. Monteiro, it's time we get you outta here."
The Capo was speechless. Isn't he a doctor? Oh I don't care what he is as long as he gets me out of this living hell.
Lopez checked twice the hallway waiting for Fabian to come. On the third time he was close by.
"Excuse me, officer. Could you help me out a little here? I need to lift a patient, but he's a bit heavy..."
"Oh, sure, doctor..."
As soon as Fabian set foot into the room, Lopez shut the door and fired him with the taser. And again. Fabian was down on the floor and Lopez dragged him close to the bed and handcuffed him in the hadicapped bar. Piece of cake. Piece of cheese cake.
"Miles? It's on!"
"Ok, now go wait in the ambulance!"
There was not much creativity for those guys and the idea to be used on the second cop was basically the same. Mister cop I need help, the patient is heavy. The second guy fell for it as easily as Fabian and soon was handcuffed in the handicapped bar.
With both cops out of the way, Miles started moving the hospital bed down the hall and into the elevator. Now was the risky part of the operation. If anyone saw them, that was it for him.
No one saw it except for the worst person possible: Richard Desbordes. He photographed Miles pulling the Capo outside of the elevator and ran upstairs to get a nice picture of him being carried into the ambulance. Said and done. Masterpiece! It smelled like Pulitzer, but then he was just dreaming. No Pulitzer would ever be awarded to a small time journalist working for a small time newspaper in a county like Georgetown County.
The PI was outside in recording it in HD video and doing his best to hold the camera steady, Richard promised him twenty percent of whatever he got for the video. Richard was totally assured he could sell it to the local station in Mt. Pleasant. Georgetown was small, but the county was big and important to the station from Mt. Pleasant. Lots of viewers.
Richard saw the 'fake' ambulance leaving and he felt like he should have waved goodbye to them, after many days working on this story, the Capo, Miles and Lopez were like part of the family. The PI woke him up.
"Now what?"
"I don't know... Did you stick the tracker on the ambulance?"
"Sure thing, I'm a pro. It's behind the front bumper. Now wherever they go we'll find them."
"So we can follow from a distance."
"Yes... We can be about a mile, a mile and half after them, so it won't arouse suspicions."
"GPS is a great thing, right."
Lopez drove the ambulance at reasonable speed until they hit the road outside of Georgetown, then he just set a nicer, calmer pace. They just cruised.
"Baby let's cruise, away... From he-eee-ere... Don't be confu-u-used, the way... is cle-eee-ar."
"You better shut it, Desbordes. I'm being paid to work for you, not to be tortured by your Donald Duck voice."
"Like you can sing much better."
The PI just laughed and started. This son-of-a-bitch had lungs!
"And if you want it, you got it foreve-er. This is not a one-night-stand, baby... So-o-o. Let the music take your mind..."
"Point well taken, now shut up."
The journalist soon focused on writing the story on his iPad while the PI followed the bad guys to the rural town of Gresham.
They had left the main road, entered in a smaller dirt road, at that point, Mark White-Robertson, a seasoned investigator, turned off the light of his car and slowed his pace, allowing Lopez to build a distance, from one point five mile to two point five or even three. The safer, the better.
"They stopped."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Two point five miles ahead."
The investigator and the journalist were on the top of a small hill and the house was in a small valley.
"There they are, can you see, Rick?"
"Sure thing. Wow! This will be a great picture."
"But it's too freaking dark."
"Aren't I a pro? I have a professional camera. Lemme get the tripod, and you'll see some work."
Richard set his camera to take that picture with the slowest capture speed, designed to when you want to capture beautiful night sight, preferentially of inert objects. Anything moving makes a blur in the picture. It took long, over a minute until the camera buzzed and Rick could finally see it. He showed it to Mark and he whistled.
"Wohoo. Damn! It looks somber, like those terror movies mansions, you know? You come closer to the door and it magically opens, inviting you in to the darkest night of your life..."
"My god, Mark..."
When the ambulance back door opened, the Capo Monteiro walked out in a very undignified look. He wore the hospital gown. And just that. Nothing else. His things just hung down there, with the cold air of the night. His favorite daughter in law welcomed him and everyone entered the house. It was just another successful escape the Monteiro family had in its history.
The ambulance was later hidden in a barn nearby the house and the cops would remain as guests until the morning. Within an hour the house was quiet. By that time Richard and Mark had already arrived back at Georgetown.
Shawn and Josh slept together, in a so lovely situation, their bodies intertwined. Well, who's been there knows that it's cozy. It had been a long time since Shawn slept with someone in that situation, and it brought him great memories but his subconscious brain also triggered some stuff he'd wish it hadn't.
He woke up startled and mumbling words that made no sense. Josh had been awake for some minutes now, due to his agitation.
"Are you ok, Shawn?"
"Oh..." He let out a long sigh. "I had a bad dream... I guess."
"I noticed that. You were so disturbed."
"I'm sorry Josh."
"Sorry for what, dude? We do not control dreams... If we did, I'd like to dream of sleeping with you like this more often..."
That melted Shawn's unease mind...
"Oh... Come here, you pretty thing."
Shawn came on top of Josh and didn't take long until he reached for that cute boy's cock.
"You're hard already..."
"I didn't cum before, right?"
"Oh... I better do something about it, don't you think?"
"You better." Josh answered and giggled a little.
Shawn positioned himself on top of Josh in a 69 position and started licking the cock head, kissing it, engulfing the whole shaft, while Josh began licking that super tight asshole.
The boy from Mississippi knew how to suck. He worked the shaft all the way in his mouth while used both hands to massage Josh's balls making the poor kid moan while trying to concentrate on rimming that ass...
"Oh, Shawn, I'm gonna cum so soon..."
The boy took the meat outside of his mouth.
"Wait, I want you inside me."
He got off Josh and laid beside him, motioning to Josh to get between his legs. Josh understood it promptly and lifted Shawn's legs on his shoulders. He lubed him and his cock was 'eaten' by that precious boy hole. Shawn was penetrated and seemed to be eager for that. Nothing better than that to make his mind wash away that horrible dreams he'd been having for months now.
Josh fucked so good, but he wouldn't last long. Shawn REALLY sucked him so amazingly. He let his partner on to it.
"Josh, just fuck me deep, let me have it... Pound my ass, make me yours, I want you to own me with your cock..."
There's no way a young boy wouldn't fulfill that kind of request and our boy was no different. He started to fuck Shawn's ass so heavily that his bed squeaked a little. His breath became heavy and Shawn noticed he was about to shoot.
"Oh, yes, Josh, let me have all your milk inside of me... I want you to cream up my ass. Make me your bitch..."
These kind of words are never to be revealed outside of a bedroom when exchanged between lovers. You know? Some talks only happen within the privacy of lovemaking.
Josh spurted quite a load inside of his neighbor and fell on to him, letting his cock to soften and worm its way out on its own. Kisses followed, fondling... They drifted away...
It had been so far in time since Shawn had bottomed so great like this. Actually it was a very rare situation in his life that he could tell every single time someone filled his ass with a cock THAT good.
Though Georgetown County Gazette was not a paper from Mount Pleasant, there were a lot of subscribers from there. Josh's father was one of those who received the paper daily in his house, along with the Mt. Pleasant Post, NY Times, and some others from around the country. A doctor had to keep himself aware of whatever happened and since he wasn't much into reading online, he used it in his spare time in doctor's comfort room at the hospital.
Josh climbed off the bed quietly not to wake Shawn, and he fought the wish to suck that boy meat exposed to him in his bed. Since he was naked in Josh's bed, he was entitled to doing whatever he felt like to him... He laughed silently at that thought. But anyway, fun would take place later on.
When he got downstairs he still had time to wave his dad goodbye. Dad took away some papers, but the Gazette was left on the table. The headline read: LOCAL GANGSTER CAPO MONTEIRO ESCAPES. It hit Josh right away, because his brain connected the e-mails he received from the journalist.
That guy, the journalist mentioned him... Didn't he? I have to read the e-mails again. Does it mean a bad or a good thing?
The paper was on the table of every policeman in Georgetown Police Department. The police chief was locked in his office with the Internal Affairs Officer, the old man Rex trying to understand how in the world it happened. How could it happen? HOW?
The DA came in shortly showing a face of someone who barely slept. He wasn't shaved. The judge came in afterwards angry but he was clean shaven.
They read and read it again. They wished it was a lie. But it was not. The policemen guarding the Capo's room started to scream for help when the Capo was halfway to Gresham. He was gone. The officers couldn't explain it properly. There was no proper explanation to what had happened. The journalist destroyed the Department's reputation, there was one sentence that had the four top dogs intrigued. "There's clear evidence that it was an inside job. Some people from the Police helped the gangster to get out."
What kind of evidence was that? How did this journalist knew? How did he get in the place to take pictures of the Capo being taken out? So many questions, no answer.
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