The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

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And here's what you missed on The Society Boys. Justin is a twin with Jason, only he's actually a triplet with French guy named J.P. Justin was straight, then his best friend Alex showed him he was gay. Alex and Justin joined a secret society called the Q' and had to do lots of initiation things with gay guys. They learned that Jason was in the club and was a friend of Dorothy too and now they were all living a bigger secret than being gay and all fooled around together. Jason and Justin tricked Alex by switching places and Justin met Colin. Alex fell in love with the other brother and Justin liked Colin who turned out to be uber rich and owned the Q'. Justin became a big shot in the `Q' and Alex got cancer and Jason married him because he loved him, or because it was on Alex's bucket list. Then Justin maybe got jealous that his brother was married and married Colin. Somewhere along the way they met a young guy named Kyle who told his parents he was gay and they freaked out and threw him out like the recycling. Justin and Colin recycled him and turned him into a happy fag. They tripped over a street kid named Troy who thought that you could eat a steak with your hands and spit it on the floor. They fixed him and adopted him and made him happier. Justin is a horny guy and can't keep his clothes on, but that's okay because he's cute with a big dick. Kyle is in love with Justin. Justin is in love with Colin. Troy is in love with J.P., he just doesn't know it yet because he thinks he's straight now. Jason opened a super cool night club called the Slam'r and they have sex and party there a lot. Justin still tricks people into thinking he's Jason and J.P. They are friends with everyone and especially a celebrity in California who likes kinkier sex. Everyone is circumcised, except for those who aren't. Even the straight boys seem to have sex with guys, maybe they should add more lighting so they know who they are doing. And that's what you missed on The Society boys...

Chapter 78

"That's funny. Is Ryan Seacrest going to be the host? I can hear it now. THIS...is Mary Can Idol. Please welcome your judges, Steven Tiedup, Hairyfur Lopez, Randy Jacksoff," I said poking fun at him.

"We have some good judges and the host is pretty funny. We debated using a drag queen but decided against it as it was too predictable, so we chose a gay comedian instead. He was at one of the comedy clubs and we hired him for the 16 weeks. The show will be on a Wednesday and Thursday but we had the auditions all last week during the day so that we could narrow it down to 24 people."

"How many showed up?"

"About 300. It took forever to decide who was going through to the next round. I have no idea how they would do it on the real show with hundreds of thousands of people. We will have 12 sing on Wednesday and 12 on Thursday and then narrow it down by half and do the whole elimination thing until we are down to our winner, just like the real show."

"How do you vote?" I asked.

"We're going to use the website, tweets and in house ballots. But the first part is decided by the judges and how loud the audience responds to the singer."

"What do they win?"

"$5,000 and bragging rights."

"Bragging rights? Hmmm...well I hope the guys are cute? They could brag about that."

"Some of them are for sure. I already know which ones I'm voting for even though I have no idea if they can sing," laughed Alex.

"I'll be there. Sounds like it could be fun," I said and went out to join Lawrence and Troy on the trampoline. Lawrence appeared fearless as he jumped so high that I was sure he could see the whole city over top of the house. I guess it was a good thing he was still in his underwear or the neighbors could possibly be getting an interesting show as he became visible over the roof. I had to laugh at the thought of it. Once he dropped onto his back and stopped bouncing he asked me if I was going to join him. He said we could bounce opposite each other. It looked like he was beginning to finally fit in with our group. He didn't once call me a fag or sissy boy. I stripped to my underwear as I figured he might not appreciate me naked. He timed our jumps so that while he was in the air I was hitting the trampoline and vice versa. I bumped into him a few times and he just grinned. I wasn't as daring so didn't jump anywhere near as high but it was fun. On the final jump we timed it wrong and both hit the trampoline almost at the same time which sent both of us off balance and we fell. He landed on top of me and used his hand to try and stop himself. We crashed onto the mat and I think he hit his head against my chest as it knocked the wind out of me a bit. We both lay there laughing.

"Dude, you're bleeding," Troy said to me as he pointed at my arm. It looked as if Lawrence had got me with his long girly nails when he came down.

"Shit sorry dude. I didn't mean to do that." Lawrence apologized.

"Nah, no big deal. It's not the first time," I got off the trampoline and headed for the bathroom to clean it up. They were pretty long scratches, probably 4 inches and he had done a good job of cutting me. Maybe he should register those nails as lethal weapons. I would bring out the clippers for him later so he could trim them, although he might take offense to that. Troy offered to help and followed me to the bathroom. He was also just in his underwear, probably happy that it wasn't him that had been scratched. Troy made a good nurse as he used a cloth to wipe the blood away and then some antiseptic to rub into it, once the bleeding stopped. The scratch was too long for a bandaid so he used a gauze pad and taped it into place and then wrapped my arm. It looked like a major repair by the time he was done bandaging my arm. I looked like I'd just come out of surgery.

"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked curiously. "You make a good nurse."

"I had my share of trips to the hospital when I was a kid and on the street, so I learned how to do lots of stuff, plus the nurses and doctors showed me things when I asked."

"Cool, maybe we should send you for first aid training and you can become the resident doctor for all of us."

"That would be awesome. I think I'd like to be a doctor. Maybe I can take out your appendix tomorrow or something as practice," he laughed.

"Let's stick with bandaging cuts for now, huh. About all I know about being a doctor is how to do a prostate exam." I giggled.

"Cool. Wanna check mine, doc?" He laughed as he dropped his underwear and bent over the end of the counter. I lubed up my finger and pushed it into his ass and felt around for his prostate. I found it quickly and he jumped. I rubbed around on it for a few seconds and then looked underneath him as he cock inflated and became hard.

"Looks like your prostate is working fine, but I think I should go in a little deeper just to make sure."

"Okay, you're the doctor," he grinned as he turned his head to look at me. He reached behind him and tugged at my underwear, as if I needed encouragement. I stepped out of them in a flash, lubed up my cock and pushed it against his hole. He took a deep breath and I slid in and fucked the cute ass as I held his hips.

"How's it feelin', doc?" He said as I watched the big smile on his face through the mirror.

"Feels like you have a healthy prostate, nice and smooth. It likes to be stimulated and the walls of your bum are smooth and slippery. I think I can definitely say that there is no problem in there. But to be safe, I'm going to coat the inside of your ass with some protein to keep it nice and silky smooth.

"Okay, thanks!" He laughed.

I shot my load into him and pulled out. "I think your prostate is fine and you've received your weekly protein shot. Just leave it in there for a while and let it soak in to get the nutrients into the wall of your rectum.

"Rectum, damn near killed him..." he giggled quoting the old joke. Troy turned and kissed me. "Now I definitely want to be a doctor."

We cleaned up and put our shorts back on to head out to Lawrence. Troy had kept my cum in his ass and wiggled his butt at me as we went back.

"Just making sure to get the protein all over in there," he laughed.

Colin saw my bandaged arm. "Whoa, what happened?"

"Nothing serious, just a trampoline accident from Edward Scissorhands out there. Fortunately I have my personal first aid attendant to take care of me I said as I put my arm around Troy who gave him a big grin."

Lawrence saw the big bandage around my arm and began to apologize again. I assured him that it was no big deal, but he didn't want to jump anymore as he felt really bad. I decided to give him a hug, to make sure he knew I didn't care. He actually let me and didn't make any gay comments. I only made it a quick hug otherwise it would have been awkward and I probably would have popped a bone.

Troy and Lawrence hit the hot tub before heading for bed. I went and put a shirt on and joined Colin for a game of pool. Lawrence and Troy took off early in the morning before we got up. I was proud of Troy as he seemed to be making good friends while at the same time not forgetting the life he had previously. Lawrence was a street kid and Troy was doing the same thing for him that Kyle had done. Spending time and casually showing him new things. Troy loved the fact that he had a new girlfriend and real parents now and you would never know that he had such a tough start to his life. He was spending lots of time on his parking lot job and every time I went down there he was still getting people to give him change, although he had Lawrence around a few times as well. Maybe Lawrence would become his first employee. I laughed at the idea. I wanted to tell him to stop begging as he really didn't need the money, but he was having fun talking to everyone and seeing his regulars, so why interfere.

We did go and watch the Idol show the next night and there were three girls with the rest guys and all were pretty good. One guy decided to pull his shirt off part way through his song and immediately had my vote. He had the 6 pack abs and beautiful face. The crowd cheered and whistled so loud that it was hard to know if it was because of his singing or the body. Personally I had no idea if he could sing or not, but it didn't matter, he was hot! At the end of the night he made it through to the next round along with 5 others. The contestants were all given a free drink for competing. Jake and Jason had done a good job of promoting it and the place was packed. The host really was funny and kept cracking jokes as he pushed the contestants through quickly so that they could be done in an hour ready for the regular 9pm opening of the club. From the sales of alcohol in that first hour, it was more than worth it to open early.

We stayed for a few hours and played around in `Here' with the waiters and some of the others that had now been given extra VIP status. The roof patio was well used now that the weather was warmer and a few guys had even decided to make out in the corner. Nothing hotter than outdoor sex in public.

I heard a song I liked so I headed to the dance floor with Colin and had some fun. From the sound system, a voice echoed in a deep slow booming voice. "It's time for RANDOM STRIPPING!" The LED walls lit up and began flashing with the words and pictures of strippers. The music changed to `Maroon Five's Moves like Jagger' and I watched as several people around us began removing their clothes. Some I recognized as go-go dancers that were strategically placed around the room. Several got completely naked and moved around the dance floor. Even the waiters were stripping off their shirts and pants. Most stayed in their underwear, but a couple pulled them down and tucked the waistband under their balls. Plenty of guys were stripping around us, other than employees, and grinding against each other. I looked to the second floor overhanging platforms and more guys were stripping up there too. Jason came up next to me in just his pants, holding his shirt.

"What's random stripping?" I asked not sure what it was all about.

"Just another thing Jake came up with. At various times throughout the week, `at random' he announces it and guys just strip. Once the song is over, they get dressed again. Silly, but it seems like people like it so we keep it going. I think the whole fun of the place is the surprise elements. From the shows to the first guy to try and pay in American money, now random stripping and god knows what else he'll come up with."

"Cool." I was just about to start stripping, but the song ended and all the naked people got dressed again. It was probably a good thing as I saw more than one erection from the guys rubbing against each other. No doubt after random stripping, the Cell'r would see an increase in random fucking. I figured I should go check out my theory. I kissed Colin and headed off to get a drink and trot downstairs. It was busy and I had no idea if this was an increase in sex or not, but the place was jumping. A guy with long black hair came up to me wearing just skimpy straight cut briefs. He was taller than me, probably 6'1" and a little skinny. A real emo looking type guy, but with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Hi Jason! You gonna take off your clothes so we can have some more fun?" He said as he kissed me and cupped my package over my jeans. I didn't have time to respond as I felt his tongue snake into my mouth. I also didn't resist and opened up to let him in. He used his free hand to drop his underwear and step out of it. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock. He was limp, but it was one of those type of cocks that even flaccid was impressive. He must have been at least 6 inches long and had fairly large balls. It seemed out of proportion for the rest of his slender build. I began to fondle him and he unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it back down off my arms. I was now shirtless and as I felt him go for my pants, I broke our kiss.

"Just so you know, I'm not Jason, I'm Justin." I told him just to be sure he knew which guys he was doing.

"Okay," he said sarcastically. "And I'm not Max, I'm Pepe Eduardo."

I laughed. "No seriously. Jason is my twin brother. I really am Justin."

He stopped for a second and looked at me closely and stared at my face. "Well if you are, you're identical so it doesn't matter to me, if it doesn't matter to you."

"It doesn't matter to me Max, or Pepe Eduardo" I grinned. He pulled me to a quieter corner and dropped to his knees to unfasten my pants and pull out my cock. As he began to suck on it and lick my balls, he removed my shoes so he could get me completely naked. As soon as he did, he spun me around and pulled my ass cheeks open. I gasped as I felt his tongue lick up and down the length of my crack before pushing into my hole. Max's tongue felt almost as long as his cock as it entered me and flick around. I bent forward more and pushed my ass out so he could get in deeper. This guy was a rimming expert. I looked between my legs and he was fisting his cock which was now rock hard. He wasn't much longer hard than soft which was unusual, maybe gaining another inch but adding a lot more thickness. He reached under me and tugged on my cock and balls as his tongue snaked deep into my ass. I could see a couple pairs of feet standing close by, obviously guys watching the rimming. It always made me hornier when I knew guys were watching. I'm such an exhibitionist. Max stood up and I felt him slap his cock on my ass cheeks before sliding it up and down my crack. I pulled my cheeks apart, and Max didn't need a tweet to tell him what to do next. He pushed into my hole and slowly entered. I put my hand on his hip and pulled him in quicker. As I felt his little patch of pubes against my butt, I knew he was all the way in and I gasped. I leaned against the wall and Max began to fuck me. I saw the feet nearby move closer and a set of hands rubbed my back. I felt a second cock being rubbed against my ass cheek and then heard kissing, so I figured Max and my mystery man were making out as I was being plowed. Max didn't take long to cum in me and pulled out leaving me feeling empty, but I didn't have to wait long again as the second cock filled me back up and continued the fucking. I saw Max's feet still beside me and he was running his hands through my hair, which felt amazing. Another guy dropped between my legs and sucked my hard cock as I was getting the second fuck of the night. I was determined not to cum yet and make this last as long as I could. The second guy came in me and pulled out. I was just about to stand up when I felt a third cock rubbing up and down my cheeks and tickling at my hole.

"Hi Justin or Jason!" The guy said as he leaned down and kissed the back of my neck. I looked behind me and smiled.

"Hi Tyler! Holy shit. Long time, no see. How you been? Oh, and I'm Justin."

"Been busy. Seems everyone likes my dick."

"No shit. Not often you get to see a 12 inch dick live and in person."

"Well would you like to feel it instead?"

"Just go slow." I laughed. "I thought you were a straight boy."

"Well, like I've said before. I have no problem getting sucked off or fucking guys. I'm still straight, but since I last saw you, I've even done a few pornos. Apparently I can make a shitload of money with a dick like this, so why not do it? Better than a real job, that's for sure."

"Seriously, you've been making porn? God I'd love to see that. Do you suck dick and take it up the ass too?"

"Nope. I play the straight boy and just do what I do best, but I have kissed guys in them."

"Nice! Too bad you haven't been fucked yet though. I'd love to get into that virgin hole. But since you're a celebrity now I guess you better fuck me so I can brag that I have done it with you."

"I'm hardly a celebrity. I'm not exactly the Ron Jeremy or Brent Corrigan of the porn world."

"I'm impressed that you know who Brent Corrigan is," I grinned as I bent over to give him my ass. "You should let Max rim your ass while you fuck me. He's amazing at it."

"I know. Max has been there before. I've fucked him a few times." Tyler admitted.

"Well, I still would love to fuck you Tyler, but I guess I'll have to do Max instead once you're done ripping me wide open." I took a deep breath and waited for the massive cock to start its long journey into my inner sanctum. Tyler lubed up and pushed the large tip past my sphincter. I jumped slightly and he waited until I was ready before he began the week long drilling excursion into my ass. Each centimeter of him felt like a kilometer (American translation – each inch felt like a mile). I felt his monster push past the second ring and the wave of euphoria washed over me as he stuffed me fuller than the Christmas turkey. The first time I got fucked, it hurt, now I found that the longer the cock, the more pleasurable it was. Tyler was an extreme length and it hurt to have him in that deep, but not a painful hurt. It was as if he were pushing all the buttons, twisting all the dials and ringing all the bells simultaneously while stretching my ass beyond its limits. He said he was almost all the way in as I grunted to try and take him.

"You okay?" He asked carefully.

I nodded and pushed back to try and get him the rest of the way. He pulled back slightly trying not to hurt me. I put my hand on his hip and pulled him forward and as I pushed back. The last two inches slammed into me and I almost shot off the floor. He was all the way in and I was seeing stars, not porn stars, the ones that fly around your head and sometimes tweet like in cartoons. Maybe he was cutting off the supply of blood to something as my head was spinning. He paused and I saw Max drop to his knees behind Tyler and I knew from the moans escaping his lips that the expert rimming had begun. Tyler began to fuck me and each time he pulled back I thought he was going to pull out my insides almost like a plunger might while suctioned around a drain. I was sure that if I opened my mouth he would draw air in as he pulled back, I felt that full. He poured more lube on his cock and pushed back in. It felt better and I saw several more feet coming over to watch me getting deep dicked. Tyler grabbed hold and fucked me slow and I wondered how Max was keeping up with the movements back and forth as he tried to rim. A cock that size needs a lot of stimulation before it's ready to blow, so it took Tyler several minutes before he announced he was going to finally cum. My ass was so sore and stretched that I probably could have given birth and not even known. I felt him splash his load deep inside me and he was the type of guy who didn't just cum, he blasted it like a water fountain. The fact that I could feel him shooting into me proved how much he was unloading. I've had enemas that didn't put that much liquid into me. He pulled out slowly and I felt the breeze blowing up my chute as he finally came free. Max wasted no time and rushed to rim me again. I thought he wouldn't even need his tongue; he could just shove his head in there and have a look around.

"Max, stand up. It's your turn to get fucked," I said as I put my hand on his head and pushed it tight against my hole before releasing him. I don't think I walked behind him so much as waddled. My ass still felt like the hole was two feet wide and that if I moved to fast all my insides would drop to the floor, so I proceeded slowly.

He stood and took my place against the wall and got ready to receive my cock. He grunted as I got all the way in. "Come here Tyler, I've wanted to do this for a long time." He stepped up smiling and I took him by the back of the head and pulled him against my lips and kissed him. He was only an average kisser, but there's something so forbidden about sucking face with a guy who claims he's straight. My cock throbbed as I gave Tyler a tongue bath, and it didn't take long before I shot my load into the skinny guy in front of me. I pulled out and wiped my cock on his ass cheeks. Before I got dressed, I grabbed Tyler by the cock and pulled him tight against me. "If they ever convince you to give up your ass for those porn movies, and you need some practice, give me a call."

"That's never going to happen." He smiled.

"Yeah, that's what they all say. Hell, I'm sure you said you'd never fuck or kiss a guy, never mind let one rim you, but yet here you are! I'm just saying if you ever want to give it up, I'd love to take your cherry. Hell we could even make our own porn and sell it ourselves. Instead of making 500 or 600 bucks a scene, we could make a few hundred thousand."

"Still not gonna happen," he laughed as he kissed me and trotted off to find his clothes. I grabbed my stuff, kissed Max and thanked him before heading to the bathroom to clean up. Colin and I stayed until after the bar closed and took a cab home as we were just a little drunk to drive. We were surprised, albeit pleasantly, to find Kyle in the center of our bed asleep. After a quick shower, we climbed into bed on either side of him and gently began playing with his body. He woke up groggily and smiled when he saw us.

"This is a REALLY good dream," he said and closed his eyes to go back to sleep. I laughed and watched as Colin used his thumb and finger to spread Kyle's ass cheeks and dribble lube into it from a couple of feet up. Kyle grinned as he felt the cold liquid, and raised his ass up a bit. The little slut was anxiously awaiting his goodnight fuck. Some kids like to be tucked in; Kyle liked to be fucked in...

He spread his legs compliantly as Colin rolled on top of him and slowly pushed his cock in and fucked our buddy. He kept all his weight on top of Kyle and simply moved his ass up and down. It didn't take long before he emptied himself deep into the cute little ass and pulled out. I took his place and decided Kyle needed a bit more of an energetic fuck. I placed my hands on either side of his body and literally bounced on him as if he were the trampoline. He was bouncing all over the place and giggling as I did it. He grunted a few times as he landed on his cock once or twice while rebounding up and down, but overall he enjoyed it. As soon as I was ready to cum, I moved my hands to his shoulder blades, pressed him hard to the bed and thrust my hips several times to fill him up.

"Yep, a REALLY good dream," he mumbled from the pillow.

Colin and I went and cleaned up quickly and when we returned Kyle was fast asleep again with a smile on his face and an ass full of cum. Part of me hoped he would never move out and have a family of his own. He was such an awesome guy I would hate to lose him. Of course at the moment, he had no plans to go anywhere which was fine by us. The next morning I stuck my head in to see Troy, but he wasn't home. Kyle said he hadn't returned home last night, which was no big deal. He was probably at his girlfriend's place or perhaps he returned to his old place under the bridge with Lawrence.

"Hey guys, my cousins are coming over to hang out for the day. They are in town from Winnipeg and I haven't seen them in about 4 years, is that okay?" Kyle said as he bounced down the stairs.

"Of course."

"Just thought I'd warn you `cause I'm pretty sure they're straight guys and being farm boys from the middle of bumblefuck nowhere, they may not get the whole gay thing."

"Okay, we'll try not to fuck you out in the yard while they're here," Colin laughed.

"Damn, I knew there was a downside to this," he chuckled as he turned and mooned us by dropping his shorts.

The cousins arrived a couple of hours later having been dropped off by their Dad. Kyle showed them around the house and they cooed and whistled appreciatively as they looked at the size of the place. "Mark, Allan, this is Justin and Colin."

"Hi," they said as they shook our hands. "So are you the guys that made Kyle gay and got his parents to throw him out of the house?" They didn't ask the question in a mean accusing tone, but more like they had overheard it and were parroting it back. They wasted no time getting right to the point, that was for sure.

"Yeah, we recruited and converted him, before locking him up here in our cult compound. No worries though, we only recruit on the weekends, so unless you're going to be here Friday night, there's nothing to worry about." They laughed.

"Shit dude, we don't care if you're gay or not. Obviously his parents do. You should have seen the fight we had to get all of them to allow us to come over here. Adults are so fucking narrow minded. So you guys' all gay and stuff?"

"Yep, we're all gay and stuff. Everyone stuffs everyone. Justin and Colin are married and you might meet Alex and Jason later who are also married," Kyle said obviously relieved that his cousins seemed so cool with him, at least initially.

"So you're like the only single guy in the house?"

"Nah, Troy lives here too, but he's out with his girlfriend."

"A straight boy?"

"Straight unless he's horny," Kyle laughed. As I looked at the two of them they were definitely farm boys. They had that deep tan look with strong arms and chiseled features. I almost told ADAM to remind me to visit the prairies so I could find more farm boys. They were brothers aged 16 and 19. Both looked very much alike with dark brown wavy hair and blue green eyes. I looked them up and down and got caught by Kyle as he elbowed me in the side.

He whispered in my ear. "Wipe the side of your mouth, you're drooling."

The guys went out to play basketball for a while and then hit the trampoline. Kyle even showed them our little marijuana garden which impressed the hell out of them, especially when he said it was legal.

"Gotta love BC, dude. Hell if we got caught with pot, we'd be shovelling cow shit by hand for a month." Mark said.

"Let's hit the pool for a while," Kyle suggested.

"We didn't bring swim suits, cuz," Allan said.

"No problem we don't wear anything to swim in around here anyway, but if you need one I can go get you guys a couple out of my room."

"We skinny dip at the creek at home, so it's no big deal for us, if you're okay with it."

"Like I said, we don't wear clothes in the pool around here, so skinny dipping it is!" He smiled. "Justin, if you can keep your dick down, are you gonna join us?"

"Funny, Kyle!" I said as I blushed slightly.

"Why would his pecker be up?" Allan asked.

"'Cause he thinks you're both cute," he giggled as he stripped off his shirt and pants.

"KYLE!" I said totally embarrassed, but as I watched the farm boys strip, Kyle was right, they were buff and both had incredible abs and pecs, not to mention perfect muscles. I was definitely going to have trouble getting naked and making it to the water without being completely hard.

"I'm just telling it like it is dude. You guys have seen other dudes hard before, right?" Kyle asked his cousins.

"Sure. It happens sometimes when we are sun tanning after swimming. I think the sun makes it hard."

"You guys jerk off together, or with friends and stuff?"

"Sometimes, but not a lot. Allan and I have done it a few times as we've looked at porn mags or been at the creek." Mark admitted.

"Cool. At least we know that none of us are shy," Kyle said as he dropped his shorts and walked to the pool. I could see from the look of him that he was semi inflated and all the talk was having an effect on him. Allan and Mark followed his lead and got into the water. Allan was smaller than his big brother and both were uncircumcised and had a full bush of pubes. They noticed immediately that Kyle shaved.

"Why don't you have pubes, cuz?"

"I shave them off. Feels better and makes my dick look bigger." While they were distracted, I slipped off my underwear and made a beeline for the water. I didn't get there fast enough and all three guys saw that I was basically hard.

"Wow, not that I'm checking you out bro, but that's a pretty big dick."

"He shaves too," said Allan.

"It's called manscaping. Most guys do it now, regardless of whether they are gay or straight. Girls like the look too and it never hurts to make you cock look bigger," Kyle explained.

"I'd be too scared to cut my balls or dick," said Allan as he swam away from us to do a length of the pool.

"I think I like skinny dipping in a pool better than the creek. It's warmer," Mark said as he swam after his brother. We played around in the pool for the better part of an hour and the guys talked about their farm and the things that had happened after they had moved to Winnipeg since Kyle had last seen them.

Eventually we climbed out and hit the hot tub. I had another chance to check out the brothers and they were almost perfect. Perfect tight little asses that had obviously been kept firm from all the chores. I was pretty sure you could bounce quarters off them.

"So tell us stuff," Mark said to Kyle.

"Okay, Vancouver was founded in the late 1700's by a sailor named Captain Vancouver. He..."

"No dumbass. Tell us stuff about being gay. Is it true that gay guys get laid more than straight boys?"

"How would I know? How much does a straight boy get laid?"

"Well don't ask Allan he's still a virgin. He still thinks his pecker is just for peeing," laughed Mark. "As for me, I get laid about three times a week."

"Three times a week huh?" Kyle smiled thinking about the fact he got laid twice last night alone. "Then based on that, I would say it's safe to say that gay guys our age get more sex than straight boys."

"Really? You get laid more than three times in a week?"

"Dude, dead gay guys get laid more than three times a week. I'm in my prime so I gotta use it or lose it."

They laughed and Allan asked, "So do guys really give better blowjobs than girls?"

"I can answer that one," I chuckled. "That answer is a hundred times YES! I've had both and believe me guys do it better. They have the equipment so they know what makes it feel better."

"I suppose that makes sense," Allan said thinking about it. He looked at Kyle, "can I ask you a personal question?"

"Okay, I'll give you a blowjob," Kyle said as he moved over toward his cousin grinning.

"Ha ha, funny! No, I was just wondering if you have a boyfriend or something?"

"Yeah," he said sitting down next to Mark. "His name is Aaron and he's 17 as well."

"You should invite him over."

"Normally I would, but we're on a time out from each other since his Mom caught us fucking in his bedroom."

"No way! That's hilarious. Who was getting fucked?" Mark asked.

"I was." Kyle grinned. He told the story and the guys busted a nut they were laughing so hard.

"So now you don't get to have sex for a whole week?"

"No. I just don't get to see Aaron for a week. That has nothing to do with sex. Hell, I got laid twice last night when Justin and Colin got home," Kyle explained to the shocked brothers.

"So even though you have a boyfriend you can have sex with other people too?"

"Of course."

"Wow, my girlfriend would never allow that. Hell if I even look at another girl wrong she throws a hissy fit. I WISH she was that open," Mark said nodding his head appreciatively.

"I couldn't imagine only having sex with one person. How boring would that be? Hell, we've had parties here with 50 guys and I've probably been with all of them. All it takes is a guy to say that he needs a blowjob or a fuck and I'm there," Kyle grinned. "After all it's not like I'm dating the guys, it's just sex. Aaron is my boyfriend for the love thing, but sex is just part of being a guy. Right Justin?"

"That's how I see it. Suck and fuck `em all until your cock falls off is my motto." Well it would be my motto if I had a motto, I thought to myself. Maybe I could have it put on my business card.

"Maybe gay guys do have the right idea. So you take dick up the ass Kyle?" Mark asked bluntly.

"Wow, don't beat around the bush cuz, come out and ask what you really want to know," he laughed as he blushed for the first time during the night. "But to answer your question, yeah I'm versatile."

"Doesn't that hurt?" Mark asked surprised at his cousin.

"It did at first, especially when Justin and Aaron got in there with those big dicks, but now it just feels insane. I'm almost an ad...dick...t," he said emphasizing `dick.

"I don't think I could do that, but I gotta admit I love blowjobs," Mark grinned.

"First one to sit on the side of the hot tub gets a blowjob," smiled Kyle and then quickly looked at me, "except for you!" I pouted and slunk back in the water.

The guys didn't move and Kyle just looked at them grinning stupidly.

"Wait! Are you serious?" Mark said after a couple minutes. "You'd actually blow us?"

"Maybe if we trimmed all those pubes and made you look more like a human and less like a sasquatch."

"I like having pubes. I wouldn't want to shave them all off."

"You don't have to remove them, just trim them back by half and shave the balls. Trust me girls will go crazy for that shit."

"I dare you dude. Come with me to the bathroom. I'll trim them properly and show you the difference. If you don't like it, let them grow back."

"Okay, but Kyle will owe me a blowjob if I do it." Mark said grinning.

"That's not much of a threat, really." I laughed as I stood up and got out of the water and looked at Mark. He glanced at Kyle and his brother, then smiled and stood up. What the fuck, I've done crazier shit that this."

Allan just smiled and shook his head. "I thought you didn't recruit until the weekend," he said.

"We have special quota days."

Mark followed me to the bathroom and I pulled out the scissors and clippers.

"You sure you want to do this? Don't feel pressure or anything, we just always talk like this."

"Nah, I'm cool. I've seen a couple of my friends that have done it and it does look better I think. I've actually heard girls talking about their boyfriends that do it, so it must be a big deal to them."

I smiled and had him stand against the sink counter as I dropped to my knees and began to whack the thick pubes away with a chainsaw...scissors, I meant. I trimmed them down to about half and then used the clippers to get rid of the extra hairs at the side. I avoided touching his cock and balls as much as possible so that it wouldn't feel weird and he had managed to avoid popping a boner. His seemed to have a lot of foreskin and I had to tuck my own raging wooden pole between my legs so that he wouldn't be uncomfortable seeing how much he was turning me on. I grabbed the shaving foam and shaved the small hairs around the areas where I had trimmed. He looked pretty good, but still manly enough to be able to walk around the locker room comfortably.

"So what do you think so far?" I asked. He checked himself out and then turned to look in the mirror.

"Yeah, not bad. It does actually look bigger. Who knew!"

"Well turn around and let's do the balls next, but for that part, I'm gonna have to touch you and pull on them to make the skin tight, just don't freak out ok. Has anyone touched your cock and balls before?"

"Not a guy, but plenty of girls have." He admitted as he leaned back against the counter. I had him spread his legs and I used the trimmers to get the majority of the hairs off and then used the shaving foam and razor to remove the rest and get him nice and smooth. At one point I had him lift his leg up onto the counter so that I could get under and do the back of his balls towards his ass. He wasn't a hairy guy to begin with, but he obviously never had anyone play that close to his ass before. He jumped and I told him to hold still or I might nick him. I had a chance to have a good look at his ass and I decided that he needed that shaving as well.

"Turn around and bend over. I'll trim the ass hairs as well and then you can wash it all and see the difference."

"You're gonna go in my ass?" He said sounding a little uncertain.

"Not in it, dude, just around it. Hair doesn't grow inside your ass. It just grows in the crack and sometimes on the cheeks." He reluctantly turned around and bent over. I almost saw his entire body blush when I asked him to pull his cheeks apart so that I could use both hands. I was careful as I trimmed and shaved the hair and once I was convinced that he was perfectly smooth, I grinned and ran my finger down the center of his crack and tapped his pink rosebud. He gasped and jumped slightly.

"Hold still Mark. I'm just about done and want to make sure we don't have any stray hairs that could turn to ingrown hairs." I really wasn't looking for that, I just wanted to keep his ass exposed a little longer. I ran my finger down his crack and touched him around the pucker a couple more times. Each tap caused him to gasp at the unique and pleasurable feeling. "Okay, I think we're done. Go jump in the shower and wash the hairs off and I'll have a closer look to make sure we didn't miss any. He started the single shower head and rinsed off. I had him come back and took a close look. There were one or two stray hairs, but I quickly got rid of them. His cock was a little inflated, but not enough to cause him embarrassment. At least not yet.

"So does your foreskin pull back easily or is it tight?" I asked being blunt. "I don't see a lot of uncircumcised guys, so I'm just curious?"

"It pulls back easy enough. Even when I'm hard, there's still some over the head until I pull it back, but it does it pretty easy."

"Cool. Do you pull it back to wash under it all the time?"

"Yeah. Dad kinda taught me about that and I taught Allan. He said it could get infected or something if I didn't and that my dick might drop off, so I clean it a lot. I really don't want the thing falling off."

"Good advice. I heard that the tip is pretty sensitive on uncut guys."

"I dunno. I guess. I know once I cum I can't stand touching it because it's super sensitive."

"Can I show you something?"

"It's not a blowjob is it? Cause if you gave me one, then my dick would probably too sensitive to let Kyle do it and I really think he wants to. I get a feeling he's not kidding about doing it."

"No he's not kidding. Kyle would blow all of us and then bend over to let everyone fuck him before blowing you all again."

"He's a serious slut huh?"

"He's just a super horny teen who learned he loves sex." I grinned. "lean against the counter again and let me show you a couple of things you can do when you're home alone. He leaned back and put his hands on the counter. I knelt in front of him and took hold of his dick and looked up at him. I could see the curiosity in his face and from the look in his eye, he was pretty sure I was about to blow him. I grabbed the edge of his foreskin and pulled on it and used my little finger of the other hand and pushed it underneath and ran my finger around his head as I held the skin in place. He squirmed on the counter and his dick began to inflate.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna get a boner," he whispered in a panted breath.

"Kinda the idea dude." I reached over to the drawer beside him and pulled out two metal dental picks. They had a hook on one end, but a smooth round handle on the other. I turned them around and pushed the smooth round handle under his foreskin and pulled out my finger. Then I did the same thing with the second pick and ran both of them around his head under the foreskin. He squirmed even more. I moved the picks in opposite directions to pull the foreskin out as the dick continued to grow and the head peaked out. It was like watching a little tiny baby being born. I almost said `push, I can see the head,' but I thought that might be a little much, considering I didn't really know him that well. His dick kept going until he was fully erect and he was right that half his head was still covered by the skin. I played and stretched the hood as I ran the metal picks around his sensitive head. I badly wanted to suck him off, but Kyle would probably never forgive me if I did.

"How's that feel?"

"Fucking amazing. I had no idea you could do that. All I've ever done is use the skin back and forth over the head or used a finger or thumb on it at times to tickle it, but this is fucking wild. How did you learn that?"

"You pick up shit when you play with guys junk. Like I told you earlier; guys know what makes guys feel good. Wanna feel something else that you never knew about? I promise no blow job though, but I'm pretty sure you'll be begging for one from Kyle in a couple of minutes."

"Uh, ok." He said still squirming and panting as I worked under his foreskin. He was already dripping precum so I couldn't help myself as I wiped the tip and put my finger in my mouth to taste him. Fuck I should never make promises that I don't want to keep. Both sides of my brain were screaming at me to suck this guy's 7 inch dick and then fuck him senseless. I was sweating so bad trying to get my senses back that I was sure I was about to pass out. My dick had freed itself from between my legs and was waving around like a lost man at a concert trying to attract attention.

"Turn around and bend over like you did when I shaved your ass." He turned and bent down. I put my hands on his ass and spread his cheeks. I couldn't resist so I licked the length of his crack from the top all the way down to the back of his balls. As my tongue passed over the entrance to the forbidden pot of gold, Mark jumped and almost knocked me over.

"Holy fuck, what was that?"

"Relax and I'll show you." He lay back down and I did it again, this time flicking his rosebud a couple of times as I passed it.

"Are you kidding me? How the fuck do you learn this shit? I think this may be the wildest thing I've ever felt."

"One more minute buddy and then we can go back to the guys." I pulled his cheeks further apart and jammed my tongue deep into his hole and began licking him furiously as I darted it in an out of his virgin hole. My face was pressed so tight against his ass that he was going to have an imprint of it for a week. While he squirmed at the first jab of my tongue, by the third one he was pushing back and lifting his leg to try and get me in there even deeper. Get them horny and all concern that it's a guy goes away in favor of the intense sexual feeling. I moved to get off my knees and crouched on my feet instead. My brain was again controlling my actions and all it was screaming was stand up and fuck him now, before he notices what you're doing. I moved a finger to run it down the inside of his ass crack and gently moved closer and closer to the pucker I was licking. I slipped the finger against my tongue and each time my tongue came out, I licked and slobbered on my finger to get it nice and wet. As I pushed my tongue back in I moved my finger with it so that he barely noticed. I was in past the first knuckle when he commented.

"What are you doing?" He gasped.

"Showing you why Kyle is a horny slut. Just keep breathing and relaxing. I won't hurt you." I kept licking and tonguing his hole, while at the same time keeping my finger coated in saliva. I pushed in to the second knuckle and began to feel for his prostate. It still wasn't in reach but after just a second more I found it and pressed against it. He reacted as expected. I reached between his legs and grabbed his cock which was still rock hard. I began to jerk him off as I fingered his hole. I used his foreskin to go back and forth over his head to give him the maximum pleasure. "Just warn me if you're going to cum. We don't want that until Kyle blows you."

"Dude, you gotta stop, I'm gonna blow any second." He whimpered almost immediately. I sighed and reluctantly stopped and removed my stimulation from his ass and cock. I so didn't want to as he was one of these straight guys who would have easily accepted a fuck just to be allowed to cum. He was leaking so much precum I thought the faucet had been turned on. I licked it all off my hand and pulled his cock between his legs and licked the rest of the tip. It technically wasn't a blow jobs, but I just had to do it. There's always a point during sex that your brain lust center takes over and no amount of force or reasoning could stop you. If I had stood up and rubbed my cock on his ass, it would have been impossible for me not to fuck him, regardless of the consequences. The same is true just seconds before you are about to cum. There is that millisecond of time that you could let go and survive, but pass it and even the jaws of life couldn't get your hand off your cock until you were done. That's why I chose not to try and tempt myself further and rub his ass with my cock, or this farm boy would hearing the popping of cherries. I stood up and turned on the tap to wash my face and tongue. After all, it had just been up his ass. He stood up and turned. His cock looked purple and angry as if it were mad at not being allowed to finish what had been started. I grinned.

"And now you know two new things about how to make yourself feel good."

"Sure, as soon as I learn how to get my tongue in my ass, I'm all set. Can we keep that stuff to ourselves please? No saying anything out there."

"Of course, have you never heard of barber/patient confidentiality? Let's go out there before they come in looking for us."

"I should wait until my cock goes down though," he said looking at himself.

"Don't worry about it. I'm hard too. We just say it's from the shaving and that I had to touch your balls."

He smiled and we walked out to the hot tub. His cock was partially deflated when we got there.

"Fuck bro, it really does look bigger when it's shaved," laughed Allan as he saw Mark.

"Shut up!" he retorted as he got in the water to help the shrinking process.

"Looks better huh?" Kyle nodded his agreement quickly.

"Still looks like a guy's dick to me," laughed Allan trying not to sound to impressed.

"You still man enough to blow me?" Mark said grinning at Kyle.

"You still man enough to get blown?" Kyle replied as he moved towards his cousin. Mark smirked and sat on the side of the hot tub and spread his legs as if daring Kyle to do it. Boy did he pick the wrong guy to dare. Kyle waded over keeping himself neck deep in the water and got between Mark's legs. He slid his hands up the thighs, stopping just before his cousin's cock.

Allan was staring intently as if he were watching a game of chicken and wondering who was going to blink first. Kyle slowly moved his hands towards Mark's cock and spread his fingers and pushed them around the base of the hardening penis. Neither boy was going to back down and I knew it. Allan was still glued to the scene in front of him. Kyle moved his fingers so that Mark's cock was pointing straight up and then looked at his cousin's face. Mark was watching and had a slight smile on his face. Kyle had no intention of stopping and lowered his face to the tip of the fully hard cock in front of him. He pulled the skin down slowly to reveal the pink, almost purple tip and kissed the top of it. Allan's eyes went wide. Kyle opened his mouth and took the older boy into his mouth and sucked on it. While it was in there, I could see his tongue being used to lick around the head as he had done so many times to me.

"Holy shit, he's really sucking his cock," Allan blurted out in disbelief thinking that we had been joking up to now.

"The only thing to remember Allan is the warning that they use at the beginning of Mythbusters. `Don't try any of what you are about to see at home. We're what you call...experts.'" I laughed and watched as Kyle swallowed Mark's cock the rest of the way. I knew Kyle was in heaven and with the preparation I had just given Mark, he wasn't going to last long. Allan was moving around on the seat and I had a feeling I knew why. I reached over and put my hand on his thigh under the water. His head snapped toward me instantly. I put a finger up to my mouth to tell him to be quiet. I moved my underwater hand to his crotch and grabbed hold of his dick. He almost gasped as I did it, but had more of a look of shock and horror combined with pure lust and anticipation. I gently stroked his cock as I had done for his brother moments ago. They felt about the same size, except that Allan was now a lot hairier. Mark had his head thrown back, so was oblivious as to what was happening next to him, and I could tell from Kyle's movements that he was focused on sucking his cousin's dick and stroking his own cock underwater. Allan was watching his brother getting blown and enjoying the secret handjob, perhaps his first.

I was just about to guess who would cum first, when Allan let out a low moan, almost burp grunt noise and I saw his cum shoot to the top of the water. I smiled and kept pumping his cock to drain him completely. His noise got the attention of both his brother and Kyle. I smiled and raised my shoulders in a shrug as Allan turned a bright red.

"That's one down. Come on Mark, blow that load down Kyle's throat. I stuck my tongue out and wiggled it around as if I were still doing his ass. Mark smiled and released himself into the little cocksucker clamped to his penis. He actually held Kyle's head as he shot his juice into him. Perhaps it's instinctive to do that as so many guys do it. Kyle sucked him dry and Mark had to push him off claiming that his dick was too sensitive. Kyle was furiously jerking himself off underwater and I could see that he was about to blow.

"Stand up Kyle," I commanded and as soon as he did, I wrapped my lips around his cock tip just in time to receive his load. He moaned and groaned in pleasure as he fed with me half a litre of protein. When he finished he sat back in the water and rested.

"Not a word to anyone about this okay?" Mark said staring at his little brother.

"What? I was going to facebook it. Damn. I sat next to my brother while my gay cousin blew him and I got a hand job and then saw someone else suck my cousin. Sure I'll tell everyone...if I never want to go out in public again. I can cross handjob off my buck list though." He laughed.

"Kyle, can we stay over tonight if my parents say it's okay? If that's okay with you too, Allan."

"Yeah fine with me. Even though this is seriously weird, it's a million times better than just hanging out with the olds at the house."

Mark got out of the water and both Kyle and I watched his cute firm ass walk away. "Damn that's a cute ass!" I said in my best southern drawl.

"Gross." Allan said smiling at us.

"Are you kidding? I'd love to tap that."

"Don't let Mark hear you say that." Allan smirked. I waited until I saw Mark come back and drop his phone.

"Hey straight boy, turn around and show us that fine ass again. I was just telling your brother that I'd love to tap that." Mark turned and wiggled it at all of us before jumping back in the hot tub.

"Exit only dude, exit only," He said as he leaned back and sunk up to his neck.

"I dunno farm boy. That puppy looks like it could take a serious licking and keep on ticking." Mark blushed slightly as he instantly got my meaning, but didn't bother to reply.

"So are we staying or what?" Allan asked changing the subject.

"Yeah, Dad said it was cool if we wanted to and to just call in the morning when we wanted picking up."

"Cool," Kyle said with a big grin on his face. "So you guys wanna sleep in my room. My bed's big enough for all of us and then some; or we could pull out the sleeping bags and crash in the living room or down here."

"Sleep in the same bed as him?" Mark said looking disgusted at the idea. "He flops around more than a wet fish out of water. We'll all end up with black eyes."

"At least I don't snore as loud as a car without a muffler. I can promise no one will be sleeping tonight, no matter what room you're in."

"So let's set the tent up in the back yard and crash out there," Kyle suggested. "If Mark snores too much Allan and I can move inside and hang out in my room."

They agreed and the rest of the night went without much more sex talk, although they all stayed naked and became quite comfortable with it, even when running to the bathroom. Allan wouldn't let anyone shave his pubes, but we did notice when he returned from the bathroom on one of the trips, that he had trimmed them with the scissors a bit. We chose not to comment as it was a very subtle difference as if he were trying to fit in without being obvious.

My phone rang and I didn't recognize the number. "hello."

"Hi Justin, this is Madison, Troy's girlfriend. Have you heard from Troy today at all? I've been trying to reach him but he's not returning my texts."

"No he hasn't been around since yesterday morning. He took off with Lawrence. Probably downtown or something. I'll see if I can reach him and tell him to call you."

"Thanks. It's just not like him to not return texts," she said sounding concerned. I figured she was just being a needy girlfriend. Hell, he was probably at the church bumming a meal or begging for change just to keep Lawrence company. Troy didn't have much opportunity to be with straight guys, so this was probably a good thing for him to be out doing shit with his new friend. I texted him and told him to text back. I waited 10 minutes and when I didn't get a response, I texted again. `Troy, hit me back man. UR GF is worried. If u cant talk, just hit any key and reply.'

There was still no response from him, so I asked ADAM to check on his location. The map popped up and showed he was downtown on Davie. I figured as much. They were probably panhandling money from gay guys who thought they were cute, or perhaps Lawrence had picked up a trick and convinced Troy to go along. I smiled at the thought of it. I still wasn't sure that Lawrence was the best guy for Troy at the moment, but Troy was smart enough to know what he was doing. I headed to bed early with Colin, leaving Kyle and his cousins to shut off the lights.

"You should have come down and hung out when you got back," I said as I lay on him looking into his eyes.

"I saw you making your moves on the guys so I figured I didn't want to ruin your chances," He said as we kissed.

"Well now it's time for me to make my moves on you," I grinned as we kissed and made love before falling asleep in each other's arms. I get a real thrill out of making out with new guys like tonight, but I LOVED curling up with Colin and being with him. I felt safe in his arms and I knew he felt the same with me. We both agreed it was important not to be wrapped around each other 24/7 as we had our whole lives ahead of us, and personal time was important, but we totally enjoyed being one with each other. I loved putting our hands together and seeing the matching rings on our fingers. It was a real reminder of who I was with and who I was a real part of. I couldn't imagine a day without him or the smell of him as I fell asleep each night. I could do without the morning breath, but even that was growing on me.

In the morning, we woke up and headed down to the kitchen in our underwear. I looked out the window and didn't see any movement from the tent. I wondered if they had survived together. After grabbing a coffee, I ran up to Kyle's room and poked my head in. It was empty, so I surmised they had all slept easy enough. I poke my head into Troy's room and it was still empty. I went back down to the Kitchen and stood behind Colin and put my arms around him and nibble on his neck.

"Have you heard from Troy at all? This is the third day he hasn't been home."

"Nope. Just figured he was at his girlfriends."

"Yeah I did too, but she called last night saying she hadn't heard from him in two days and he didn't return my texts either."

"Strange. That's not really like him at all," Colin said as he turned to look at me. I went and grabbed my phone to see if I had any texts yet. There still weren't any.

"ADAM, locate Troy." I said into the phone after I connected with the computer. The map showed the same thing as last night. He was still on Davie Street. "Strange, he hasn't moved since yesterday."

"Let's go get dressed and see if we can locate him. Maybe his phone is just out of juice or something." We showered and stuck our head in the tent to find the boys passed out. I texted Kyle a message to say where we were going; and if he heard from Troy to just give us a call. We headed downtown and used the GPS to try and locate him. It took about half an hour to pinpoint the location, but all we found was Lawrence's backpack tucked under a pile of wood in the alley behind Davie Street. We opened it and found Troy's phone.

"Well that explains why he hasn't moved. Maybe they just went somewhere together and stashed their stuff," Colin said shrugging his shoulders.

"I dunno. This seems out of character for him. He wouldn't leave his phone or not call us for three days. Plus he is pretty conscientious about being at his job handing out tickets. Let's put the stuff in the car and go over to the parking lot and see if he's there."

"We should leave a note for them though in case they return and find their stuff missing," Colin suggested. We went to the dollar store and bought some paper and a felt pen. I wrote a note telling the boys that we had their stuff at the house and to just call us and we'd come pick them up.

"That should be good enough," I said as I put the note back under the wood where they'd see it. We threw their stuff in the trunk of the car and headed to the parking lot, but they weren't there. We stopped in to see the staff at the Grind'r but they said they hadn't seen Troy or his friend for a few days now. I called Mom just in case Troy had taken Lawrence over to the house at all.

"Hi Mom, just checking to see if Troy had been over there in the past few days."

"No, we haven't heard from him in a week. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I'm sure it is, but we haven't seen him in over three days and he didn't return texts or anything. We found his phone and his friends backpack in an alley downtown."

"Is that normal behaviour for him?" She asked.

"No, not really. He's stuck pretty close to us ever since we met him and he wasn't upset or anything when he left."

"Well, you know him better than we do, but perhaps you should phone the police and file a missing persons report just in case. If he shows up, you can always cancel it, but at least they'd have someone out looking for him."

"Okay. Good idea. Thanks Mom."

"Keep me posted and let me know what's going on okay, son? I'll let your Dad know."

I said goodbye and filled Colin in. He agreed that we should file the report. We headed over to the main police station and reported with the officer on duty. We emailed them a picture of Troy and one of Lawrence and one of them together. They said they would get it out to the patrols in the area to let them know. After he pulled Troy's name up in his computer he verified facts about him and asked if it was possible he just went back to his life on the street again as he had run away before. I told him that I doubted it, but since I didn't know Lawrence all that well it was a slim possibility. He assured me that they would take it seriously, but from the dismissive way he talked about Troy's past, I had a feeling nothing would happen.

"Why don't we get the guys together and go looking for him? What's the worst that happens? We find him under the bridge or back on the street and not wanting to talk to us for some reason. At least we'd know he's okay," Colin suggested as we got back in the car and headed home. As he drove, I texted everyone and told them what was happening and asked them to meet us at the house if they were free. We got back and began printing pictures of Troy and Lawrence to show around. Jason and Alex were already at the house and Kyle with his cousins were waiting as well. Aaron texted to say he got permission to help and would be over in half an hour. Even Jared, Myles and Forrest came over to help. We told them that we weren't panicked at all and if they found either guy, just to call us and let us know so we could find out what was going on.

Throughout the day and into the evening, we searched for Troy and Lawrence and found only a couple of people that had seen them three days ago. We even hung around for the night club crowd and got pretty much the same response. I had posted missing pictures of the two of them up around the West End. At the very least if they saw their own pictures, they would contact us and we'd all laugh it off.

We headed home and continued the search the next day. This time my parents got involved and a few more of our friends, like Randy and Brandon, and Jake and TJ. Cole and Logan even volunteered. Throughout the next couple of days we had no more luck than the first day. Now I was truly beginning to worry. Would Troy really just take off somewhere with Lawrence and not tell us like he did with his foster home? My gut said no, but peer pressure was a strange companion and if Lawrence had convinced him to do something, perhaps he did. I began to get more and more frantic and finally sent the picture to ADAM and told him to send it out to all `Q' members in Canada with our phone number. Colin even called Sam to see if he could use his contacts to see if the guys had bought a bus or plane ticket or perhaps crossed the border into the States, although it would be almost impossible for two teens under 18 to get over the border on their own.

Two more days went by which meant that it had been over a week since Troy and Lawrence went missing. Kyle's cousins had to return home, but I almost didn't notice as I was now frantic in my search. Mark did mention that he'd be back in the fall as he was going to be attending UBC for business and agriculture studies. I was happy that at least I'd get to see him again. Colin had to keep reminding me to eat and to go home to sleep, although all of us were now just about as worried. In our heads we were sure he was alright, and there was a simple explanation for his disappearance, but I wasn't going to stop until I found him. Sam used his influence with the Police Chief to make this a bit more serious. We even managed to get it on the news and in the paper. I figure if I was over reacting at least we could report that we found him and have a happy ending, and some closure. It was two days later when we got a call from a detective at the Vancouver Police Department.

"Is this Justin Masters?" asked the voice. I told him it was. "My name is Detective Morgan and I'm the lead detective on the report you filed of missing persons."

"Do you have any news yet?" I asked him not sure what else to say.

"I'm not sure, and I don't want you to panic at all, but we found a body that matches the description of one of the boys you are looking for. Would you be able to come down to see if it is who you are looking for?"

"Oh God, please don't let it be Troy," I said as the true gravity of what he had just said hit me like a train. I stopped to steady myself against the wall and Colin and Jason were beside me immediately as I slumped down the wall.

"Like I said, sir, we can't be sure who it is, so please don't panic until we can identify who it is for sure. The body is in the morgue at St. Paul's hospital. Do you know where that is?"

"Yeah, we're only about 4 blocks from the hospital right now."

"Okay I'll meet you there in 20 minutes." He hung up and I handed the phone to Colin as tears ran down my face. I was trying hard not to panic, but it had been such an emotional week that I had nothing left to hold in.

"What happened?" Colin asked as he sat down beside me.

"They found a body that they say matches one of the guys. It's at St. Paul's and they want us to go over there." Jason immediately called our Dad and told him. He was also close by and agreed to meet us as well. I summoned some strength and stood up. I gripped Colin's hand tight as we walked to the hospital. The closer we got, the tighter my grip became and the slower I walked. Colin finally had to tell me to ease up or I was going to break his hand. We were all looking horrible by the time we got to the reception area of the morgue. Detective Morgan shook our hands and thanked us for coming down. He said that we all didn't need to go in and Colin volunteered to go with my Dad, but I wanted to go too. Jason and Alex waited outside with my Mom. He took us into the room, and just like you see on TV, there was a row of silver doors. The doctor in the room was given the paperwork and opened the door. I put my arm around Colin for support and held back as much emotion as I could. After all, it might not be someone we knew. The body was pulled out and we moved closer at the request of the Detective. I had never seen a dead body before and I was freaking out inside. They pulled the cover back and the tears flowed from me at a pace similar to a small river during flood season. I turned my head into Colin and he hugged me tight.

End of chapter? ...

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(Now this would normally be a good place to end a chapter, like an end of season cliffhanger, but not even I'm that cruel. We continue...)

The body in front of us wasn't Troy, but it WAS Lawrence. I was crying so hard that the Detective was having a tough time understanding if we were identifying the body or not. My Dad explained that it wasn't Troy and Colin confirmed taht it was Lawrence though.

"Do you know his last name?"

I shook my head almost catatonic as I was sure that Troy was probably dead too. "I have his backpack at the house. Maybe there's something in there." I said between sobs and gasps for air. Colin stayed as strong as he could and told the Detective when and where we found it. He escorted us out into the hallway and when the guys and my Mom saw me, they feared the worst. Dad explained it and both Jason and Alex cried and hugged each other. My Mom came over and put her arms around me. It was nice to hold onto Colin, but there are times when a boy, no matter how old he gets, needs his Mom. This was one of those times. I held on to her.

"We'll find Troy. They will take his disappearance seriously now," said my Dad trying to comfort everyone.

The Detective at the request of my father explained that they had found Lawrence's body in Stanley Park, and from the coroner's report he had only been dead for less than 12 hours. He also said that it looked like he had fought with whoever attacked him as he had skin under his nails and marks, bruises and cuts all over his body. He also apologized when he said that it looked like he had been sexually abused as well. I didn't want to hear it and wanted to wake up now. This was the worst nightmare I'd ever had. The Detective asked if we could show him where we found the backpack and also if he could have a look at Lawrence's belongings and see Troy's phone. We took him to the alley where we located it. The note was still there and the officer wanted to take it, but I insisted that it stay in case Troy somehow made his way back there. He agreed, although it was obvious that he didn't believe it would make any difference.

We gave him our address and told him we'd meet him at the house. Colin drove back as I certainly wasn't in any state to do so. Jason had contacted everyone on the search and told them what had just happened. Texts and calls flooded in with condolences and renewed energy to pick up the pace of the search. We got home and Detective Morgan was already waiting for us with a police car and a couple of officers. We entered the house and showed them to the living room while I went and got Lawrence's pack. One of the other officers asked if he could check Troy's room and Jason took him to show him. Colin checked with Sam to make sure it was okay to do that, and he said it was as long as the officer was escorted and there were two of us with him. Alex ran to join Jason in Troy's room. Colin called ADAM and had an emergency message go out to all members in Vancouver about what had happened and where Lawrence had been found. Within minutes, he received text back telling him to activate the home system. He pulled up ADAM's database and we found that over 600 people had responded and had agreed to start a search party in Stanley Park. Colin also called Jake and told him to contact all staff at the Slam'r for help. He said to pay them if needed, but he wanted all hands available. He contacted his guy at CTV news and told him what had happened and asked if they could get a story out. He would offer a $100,000 reward for information that led to the recovery of Troy and where the search was being conducted. He pulled up the CTV broadband newsfeed and within 10 minutes it was going out live to the lower mainland as breaking news.

Detective Morgan and the officers had gone through Lawrence's pack and found that his last name was Grimes, although there wasn't much else in his pack except for some clothes, a toothbrush and other minor things. Troy's room had no clues either from what they told us. Colin explained what we were doing now and the Detective was impressed and promised to set up a command post around the crime scene where they had found Lawrence.

"We will take his things with us, if that's alright. Can we hang onto Troy's phone and let forensics see if they can find anything in it?" I nodded my agreement and asked to be informed if they found anything.

"If you can't find Lawrence's family, what will happen to him?"

"If no one claims his body, the province will take care of the cremation and ashes."

Before I could speak, Kyle interrupted for the first time since we got home. He was as upset as I was, maybe more. "If no one claims his body, we'll claim it. He deserves a proper funeral. Just because he's a street kid doesn't mean he can be thrown out like trash." He almost yelled at the Detective as he sobbed. Alex just held him tight.

"Of course. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to sound insensitive. We'll keep you informed. Are the numbers we have for you correct?" My Dad assured him that they were and since he was the legal guardian of Troy, the Detective said he was obligate to contact him first once they found him. He gave us a couple of his cards and I told him we'd be in Stanley Park if he need us. He advised us to stay where we were and to let the police do their job. I wanted to bite his head off for not taking me seriously on day one, but instead I thanked him and said we'd be at Stanley Park until Troy was located. The officers left and I sat back down and cried. Mom brought me a drink of water and I almost asked for something stronger. I must have been a mess because at one point I heard my Dad ask Colin if he should take me to the Doctor for a sedative to help calm me down.

"HELL NO! We gotta get out there and search," I said standing up quickly. "Shit, we forgot to call J.P. to tell him what is happening. I went for my phone, but Jason stopped me and said he had already called him and let him know. J.P. offered to fly out and help search but Jason had talked him out of it until we knew something more. Colin said he'd alert the pilots to be ready to go get J.P. if needed. That helped a bit and I was ready to go look, but Mom and Dad convinced me to go lie down for a bit so that I had some strength. Mom said she'd make some food for all of us and Jason showed Dad where he could clean up. He even offered him one of the guest rooms in his place if they wanted to stay, which they accepted. I went to the bedroom with Colin. It was more like I was dragged to the bedroom BY Colin and we lay down together. I had just kicked off my shoes when a little knock on the door came and Kyle poked his head in. We waved him in and he got on the bed with us. We all curled up together and tried to relax. All I could see was Lawrence in the morgue each time I closed my eyes and I opened them quickly, as that thought turned to it being Troy on the table instead. I was freaking out.

We tried to nap for an hour, but I'd be lucky if I had 10 minutes. We got up and headed down to the kitchen where Mom had prepared some sandwiches and soup. ADAM was sending real time updates on all members and others who he could track and where they were located. So far he was showing over 500 people searching the park, which was impressive to say the least. Colin told us this and my parents had no idea how he knew, except to assume that maybe it was being reported on the news.

We ate quickly and jumped in the SUV to head to the park. My Mom and Dad stayed at the house in case any news came in. We got into the park and there were crowds everywhere, and not the usual beach going crowds. Obviously the reward as well as the `Q' emergency alert had brought tons of people out. We made our way to the Police command center and found Detective Morgan watching the scene on cameras and listening to the police radios feedback.

"Well you guys sure know how to mobilize a crowd. If Troy is in the park, we'll find him. The last estimate puts 1500 people searching at the moment, with more arriving by the minute. At this rate we may have to shut the park down until the search is over or we could have others going missing in the forests. So far we have found 36 squatters camping out. 281 dead animals ranging from cats and dogs, to rabbits and deer. There have been several bags of property found as well, probably stolen from cars. There has been one body located, but it wasn't Troy. She had been there for years. We also came across 16 sexual acts being performed as well. At this rate, even if we don't locate Troy, we may solve a lot of other crimes. As he was talking another call came in indicating that a body had been found. I almost dropped again, but it turned out to be another one that had been out in the park for a while.

Detective Morgan shook his head. "I can't believe that we've found two bodies, three if you include Lawrence. I have had to call the Chief and the Mayor with this. When it hits the media, it's gonna get ugly."

I couldn't give a flying fuck about all this other shit. Just find Troy I was screaming inside my head. I wanted to get out and look, but everyone thought it would be best if we stayed where we were in case anyone found anything and we were needed. Two hours passed and still no sign of Troy, but the police were now estimating the crowd at over 3000. They were already beginning to close access to some roads in the park in the interest of public safety and crowd control. I wasn't listening, and as far as I was concerned we could have all 3 million people from the lower mainland show up and it wouldn't be enough until Troy was found and brought home safe. At the end of the third hour, I was exhausted as I sat outside watching and listening. A few times I lay on the ground and just looked up at the sky as Jason or Colin lay beside me. I was staring at the sky when the doors to the command center flew open and the Detective and a couple officers rushed out.

"We found him. Let's go!" He yelled to everyone. "Paramedics are on their way."

"Is he alive?" I asked as a wave of fear washed over me.

"We don't know. Do you want to ride with us? Three in this car. Two in the squad car." Colin, Kyle and I jumped in with Morgan, while Jason and Alex hopped in with the uniformed cop. They turned on the lights and sirens and screamed across the park to where the mob was building. An ambulance was on scene and as we pulled up we were directed deep into the woods where Troy had been located. When we got there I couldn't see at first, but then as they let us closer, Troy was on the ground naked and battered to pieces. He wasn't moving at all. I began to cry as he sure didn't look alive to me. He almost looked unrecognizable he was so badly beaten. "Is that Troy Walker?" Detective Morgan asked us. We confirmed that it was. He radioed it in and we tried to push past to find out if he was alive. We were kept back from the scene as the paramedics checked on him.

"He's alive, but just barely. He's dehydrated and suffering internal bleeding. We have to get him moved now." The Detective nodded and the paramedics grabbed the gurney and gently lifted Troy onto it. I wanted to rush over and tell him we were here, but they wouldn't let us trample the area more than it already was.

"Detective Morgan, would you please find out who located him so we can ensure they get the reward?"

"We will let you know, but I recommend that you hold off on paying the reward until we clear the person. Sometimes in cases like this, the person who finds the body is responsible for putting it there and just tries to claim the reward without it being as difficult as a ransom drop. Just give us time and then we can let you know if it's okay to pay."

"Thank you Detective. Where is he being taken?"

"St. Paul's. One of you can go with him if you want. Relatives only though."

"I'll go," I said quickly planning to never let Troy out of my sight again, even if it meant I had to have a GPS chip implanted in him. I didn't believe in God, but I knew Troy did, so how could it hurt to pray on his behalf. I quietly said a prayer to God for Troy and then cried as I thought about Lawrence and how it was too late for him. I hoped that if there really was a God that he had a special place for Lawrence and would be smiting whoever did this to him. I had a momentary brain fart of humor as I remembered Jim Carey in God Almighty' Oh mighty smiter...' In my prayer, I also promised God that if he didn't find who did this, I would and his smiting and brimstone, fire, locusts and all that other bible stuff would be mild compared to what I would rain down on the sick fucker who did this. I even told God that he better find the guy first...or God help him. I don't suppose it made much sense, but then I wasn't in a mood for sense, I was in a mood for revenge. Is it illegal to offer a million dollars for the head of the person who did this to Troy and Lawrence? I don't want the whole body, just the head. As the ambulance screamed towards the hospital, I had to stay out of the way as the paramedics worked to stabilize Troy and get an IV in him. They explained that he was dehydrated and had lost a lot of blood, but fortunately none of the cuts were major, although they believed he had several broken bones. They were worried about the internal bleeding. We pulled up at the emergency entrance and he was rushed straight in, and on to surgery. I was stopped at reception and asked to fill in forms. I had to call Dad to go into Troy's room to get the stuff I needed. Health care would take care of everything, but I wanted Troy to have the best care possibly afterwards including a private room and told the reception that. She assured me that he would be placed in a private room after he got out of surgery and intensive care, and that due to the circumstances, he would also have a police officer at his door for protection until they finished the investigation. I had to put down all the people that were authorized to visit. I went to the waiting room and texted the guys as to where I was. They showed up quickly and waited with me. It was several hours before a doctor came out to see us.

We all stood up as he approached. The look on his face was unreadable and I almost didn't want to hear it. "He has suffered a lot of internal damaged due to blunt force trauma. He has several cracked ribs, a collapsed lung, a broken leg and arm. He is also very dehydrated and his breathing is shallow. At the moment he is in critical condition and only time will tell if he will pull through. I wish I had better news for you, but he is young and looks healthy otherwise, so I am hopeful. It also appears that he has been sexually abused as there was evidence of anal penetration recently." I didn't know how to react to that comment and I didn't want to ask if the rape was in the last 24 hours or longer. Hell, I'd fucked him a week ago, so I was less worried about that than everything else.

"When can we see him?" Colin asked.

"We currently have him in an induce coma to allow him to heal quicker and take a little stress off his body. Once we can bring him out of that, the police will want to talk to him first and then we can let you in. I suggest you all go home and get some rest. It's going to be a few days before he's conscious."

"I'm staying right here!" I said defiantly. "I'm not letting Troy out of my sight ever again."

"He's in recovery and then he'll be going to intensive care. I can promise you no one except authorised staff are going anywhere near him and he sure isn't going anywhere on his own," the doctor reasoned with me. Colin and the guys talked me into going home. Once we got in the house, Jason called J.P. who said he would fly out immediately. Colin stood next to Jason as he held the phone and told him he'd send the plane right away and the pilot would call when he arrived. J.P. was sobbing as he heard the news and I knew exactly how he felt. Colin had made sure to have ADAM let everyone know that the search was over almost as soon as Troy had been found, and the media had the story almost immediately. Mom made us all a meal and handed both Kyle and me a pill which she said was a sleeping pill that she had got while we were out. Not only did we take it, but so did Jason, Alex and Colin. We all headed to bed early. Kyle climbed in with Colin and me as he didn't want to be alone. It was a rough sleep as all I could picture was Troy and Lawrence being beaten to death and almost to death. I promised myself that if I found the person first, they would get the same treatment as the boys.

The next day, J.P. arrived and we all hugged and held onto each other. Mom and Dad were still in the house and it was nice to have them there helping all of us. There were several media on the front lawn and asked for a statement, which against advice, I made. I promised that whoever did this had better hope that the police found them first and I said that he should turn himself in for his own safety. I thanked the thousands of people who helped us find Troy and offered a hundred thousand dollars reward for information leading to the arrest of this sick puke. Colin stood by my side the entire time holding my hand and each time he thought I was going to go on a rampage or authorize vigilante justice he just squeezed it to calm me down. The media ran with it immediately and especially the reward. It's amazing how money will drive people to find answers. I could just imagine the thousands of calls to the police from nutcases to real tips. I just hoped that one of them would lead to capturing the cunt. Once they caught him, and if Troy died, I'd get myself arrested so that I could rape and shank the bastard in prison. We stayed home almost all day fielding emails, texts and calls from everyone we knew as they heard the news. The next day Detective Morgan and another Detective showed up and asked if they could talk to us.

"We wanted to ask you a few questions if you don't mind," Morgan said to me directly.

"Sure, of course." I said leading them to the living room where the others were gathered.

"In private if possible," he said as they sat down after shaking hands with everyone.

"We're all family here, so this is private. Plus they may know things that I don't."

"Very well. We had some results back from Lawrence Grimes autopsy and the preliminary on Troy Walker. There were signs of rape on both males and both suffered at the hands of their attackers. We did manage to find matching DNA on both of them which leads us to believe that it was the same person that attacked them."

I leaned in to Colin who hugged me. I hoped they would give me a name as I'd use ADAM to find the prick before they did. "Do you know who it was?"

"We know who the DNA belongs to, yes. That's why we're here." I stared at him intently waiting for the name.

"The DNA we found belongs to you," Detective Morgan said. I sat back staring at him as if he were nuts.

"Where did you find the DNA? Was it from the rape?" Colin asked. Thank god he was calm in these situations. I wanted to rip the stupid fuckers head off. He's wasting time sitting here telling me that my DNA was there instead of getting out and doing some real police work.

"The sample we found on Mr. Grimes was under his fingernail and in Mr. Masters in was in his rectum. Any idea how your idea would be on both victims?"

"Yes. The night before they disappeared both were over here. Lawrence scratched me when we had a trampoline accident." I showed him the fading scars on my arms. "And Troy and I had sex before he went to bed."

"He's 16, is that correct?"

"Yes," I answered honestly.

"And how old are you, sir?" He asked as he looked at his note pad.

"20"

"And Troy Walker is your brother, is that correct?"

"He's my adopted brother as of a few months ago. What does all this have to do with finding who hurt him?"

"Just gathering facts. Do you think that's an appropriate relationship?"

I was just about to answer when Colin gripped me and I kept quiet. "That's not really relevant to the investigation is it? It's not illegal, so do you have any more questions? We've been through a hell of a lot in the past few days and we don't' really need anything except for you to find who did this."

"Well, at the moment I have to tell you that Mr. Masters is our prime suspect. Your DNA was found on both bodies. You had the deceased's property which you conveniently found in an alley under a pile of wood. I'm sure you can see it from our point of view, sir. Was there any witness to the accident between you and Mr. Grimes?"

"Yes, Troy. He was the one who bandaged me up. Once he regains consciousness, he'll be able to confirm that. Hopefully he'll also be able to tell you who did this to him."

"If he regains consciousness, I'm sure he will. At the moment that appears to be uncertain. We would like you to come down to the station to fill out a statement."

"Am I being arrested?" I asked beginning to shake at this nightmare unfolding around me.

"Not at the moment, sir. We simply would like you to fill out a statement."

I looked at Colin and he just gripped me again. "Then we'll decline going to the station, thank you. If you'd like a statement, please provide us with the forms here and we'll fill them out after conferring with our lawyer."

"We prefer that you come down to the station, sir."

"And we'd prefer to stay here unless you're arresting him," Colin said strongly and defiantly as he picked up his phone. "Are you arresting him and do I need my lawyer?"

"No. We can get the forms from the car." The other Detective stood up and headed for the car. Colin immediately called Sam and was put straight through when he explained the situation, making sure the officer could hear. Colin asked for advice and told Sam what was happening.

"No, he's not being arrested, they simply want a statement," Colin said as he talked. He said yes and no a few times and then hummed and grunted as he listened to Sam. "Okay, thanks Sam...no I don't need you yet, but stay close in case they make a giant mistake and try to arrest him. Once Troy wakes up he'll clear it up, but if he doesn't come around, then this could get worse."

"Sam said to go ahead and fill out a statement as to what happened the last night you saw them but to keep it simple and only on the facts," Colin explained in front of the officer. That made sense to me since it was the truth and about as simple as it got anyway. The other Detective returned and asked me to accompany him into the kitchen where I could fill out the form on my own. He showed me how to do it and what it meant. I filled it in quickly with a few lines explaining the trampoline and how he scratched me to Troy bandaging me and then us fucking. I also explained the GPS tracking of his phone and how long it took us to find the backpack and phone. I stopped short of anything further since they weren't asking. I handed it back to him and he looked it over quickly.

"Please don't leave town," Morgan said as they stood up to leave.

"I'm not going anywhere until Troy wakes up, so no worries there. Meanwhile, keep looking for who did this. If you waste time thinking it was me, the trail for the real asshole is getting colder and I can assure you I will use all my resources to do your job for you and ensure that it get made known publicly."

"Just doing my job sir and we won't stop chasing all leads until we close these cases. We're sorry for the intrusion." The said goodbye and it took all my strength not to slam the door on them.

"Can you fucking believe that? I'm a suspect. I wish he had arrested me, they'd have a lawsuit that would make sure they never arrested another wrong person again."

"Relax and take a breath. They are just following up on all the leads. Just a stroke of bad luck that your DNA is on both guys."

We called the hospital every day to see how Troy was doing. They said he was still in a coma, condition critical and in intensive care. It was three days later before we heard a different story. They said that they had brought him out of the coma and he had regained consciousness for a few minutes, but then fell asleep again. He was still critical and it was too early to tell yet.

Two days later the doorbell went and Colin answered the door. I heard an animated discussion and I went down to find out what was going on.

"Don't say anything. Not one word. I'll call Sam," Colin said to me seriously.

"Justin Masters?" Asked the police officer.

"Yes," I said wondering what the hell was going on.

"You're under arrest for the murder of Lawrence Grimes and the attempted murder and rape of Troy Walker. They told me to put my hands behind my back and snapped handcuffs on me. "You have the right to remain silent. If you chose not to do so, anything you say can be used against you in a court of law. Do you understand?" I nodded.

"What the hell is this? Colin?" The other guys had rushed downstairs when they heard the noise.

"We have a warrant to search the house," said one officer as he handed the paper to Colin. "Is there anything here that we need to be aware of in advance? Weapons, drugs, etc."

"No," Colin said without thinking.

"Uh, yes, we have marijuana and plants, but we have a permit for those which we can provide," said Alex quickly.

"We'll need to see that," said the officer. Colin was already on the phone to Sam as Alex ran to get his license.

"We will take you down to the station while the search is going on and you can have your lawyer meet you there."

"Actually my lawyer would like to speak to the officer in charge," said Colin as he handed the phone over. He listened for a moment before speaking.

"I can assure you that the warrant is in order, Mr. Randleman...Yes sir. We'll be taking Mr. Masters to the main station."

"Your lawyer is on his way here so we will have to wait until he arrives before we can conduct the search. We'll be in the car."

"Good idea. Stay strong Justin. We'll have you out in a couple hours. Don't say a word until Sam gets there."

I was put in the police car and the door slammed shut. It was a very unnerving experience but nowhere near as unnerving as when we got to the station.

Now it's time for the end of the Chapter...next one coming soon. Comments always welcome at outinwest@gmail.com