All about love : Part V

At that moment Sheriff Hamilton was in the middle of a press conference. He had just called Deputy Sheriff Phil Robinson to the podium.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen of the press,” he started. “The good sheriff of this town has asked me to tell you what I know about the mayor and the kind of household he runs. Earlier this evening I was asked by the sheriff to tail his only son Todd. Todd was expelled from school this morning because of a fight that he had gotten into. A fight we later on learned that he did not start. Shortly thereafter it was revealed to the sheriff that the person who started the fight is a young man who also attends Junctionville High School. His name is Jack Parsons. He and his father had to move here from another town because young Jack, a known practicing homosexual, had been in other fights because of his lifestyle. We believe that Jack had made un-wanted advances on Todd Hamilton and that’s what started the fight. Well, long story short, young Todd ran away from home and has since moved in with Mayor Osgood. Mayor Osgood is a champion for gay rights because his own son is also gay. While I was tailing Todd, I observed him embracing the Mayor and the Mayors son in an inappropriate manner. We believe now that the Mayor (with the help of his son and possibly this Jack Parsons), have convinced Todd to come around to their way of thinking with the promise of a place to live and possibly having the expulsion from school lifted. This is the way the Mayor of Junctionville works and we just want the good people who live here to know this.”

Instantly the room erupted into chaos. Reporters from all across the county were yelling questions over each other. Flash bulbs from cameras were popping all over the place and cameras were rolling. The Sheriff stood quietly by playing the role of the grieving dad. This just had to work because the next job he was going for was that of Mayor of Junctionville.

****

The next morning Lisa stepped into the kitchen and ran right into seven year old Zachary. Zach, as everybody called him, was the youngest Osgood. At seven years old he was a very precocious little boy. Light blond hair, bright blue eyes and a mischievious little grin. He was adorable.

In one hand he carried a small video camera and the other held a new, unopened tape. Lisa looked at her youngest sibling with affection. She and Billy had decided to buy the video camera for Zachs birthday and lately she was starting to regret it. He followed the family around with it constantly and would start recording at the most inopportune moments. But, it wasn’t on, the sun was shining and she loved her little brother fiercly.

“Okay you little imp,” she smiled. “What are you doing?”
“I’m finishing my movie!” He said triumphantly. “I started it last night.”
“Last night? Just who were your subjects?”
“You all were Lisa. I’m making a doctormentary!”

She grinned at the misuse of the word. “Last night you were fast asleep by seven o’clock and I wasn’t home then. So how did I make it into your…doctormentary?”
“I set it to record, climbed on a chair, put it on top of the microwave and pointed it towards the middle of the room.,” he said solemnly. “Don’t tell mom and dad ‘cause this doctormentary is supposed to be a secret surprise for them.”
Lisa gave a start. “You mean this camera was on the microwave and it was running all night?”
“Yep!”
“You did this before you went to bed?”
“Yep! I put it in the kitchen ‘cause mom says it’s the busiest room in the house.”
“Um…Zach sweetie…tell ‘ya what. I”ll buy you five more tapes to make your movie if you give me the one inside of the camera. After all…I only have a small appearance on that one and I would really like to be in the whole thing. So what do ‘ya say?”

He looked at her with suspicion and cocked his head to one side. But, quickly decided she was on the level. Good thing too, because he was about to open his last tape. 
“Five new tapes? How about five new tapes and ten dollars too?”

She narrowed her eyes and pretended to be angry that he would up the ante. But, even though narrowed, her eyes were still twinkling and he knew she was cool with it.
“Five.” She countered.
“Seven.” He returned. 

When she said nothing, he turned and started to walk away. She reached out and scooped him up in her arms while he squirmed and giggled wildly.
“Okay,” she said lovingly. “You win. Give me the tape and you’ll find exactly seven dollars on the dresser in my room.”
He popped open the camera, reached inside and pulled the tape out. She set him down, took the tape and smiled at him.
“Thanks Zach.” She said to his retreating back.
“Whatever.” He replied happily.

Alone in the kitchen, Lisa considered destroying the tape. Then, she thought better of it. She went into the living room and found a magic marker. She wrote something across the top of it and headed back upstairs. She didn’t know why but, she knew she had to keep the tape safe.

****

Jack moaned softly in his sleep. He was having the most erotic dream ever! Someone was laying on top of him and rubbing their cocks together. He couldn’t quite make out the guys face though. Oh gawwwd…now the other guy was kissing his neck and licking his ear. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around him and rolled them over. That’s it, the other person encouraged him in his sleep. Jack opened his eyes and looked with surprise at Robbie trapped beneath him.

“Morning handsome,” Robbie smiled up at him.
“You little hornball,” he laughed. “This is some wake-up call. What did I do to deserve this?”
“Trust me when I tell you that it’s nothing that you do Jack…it’s because of who you are.”
They kissed each other hotly and then frowned.
“Morning breath?” Robbie giggled.
“Yep,” Jack replied.
“Do we care this time?”
“Nope!”

He rolled them onto their sides and they proceeded to kiss again. Their cocks were straining against each other as they rubbed them together and rocked their bodies back and forth. They were trying their best to forget about the night before, instead, they concentrated soley on each other. 

Their hands roamed freely over each others bodies and their mouths explored the parts they could reach. They tasted and felt each other and it was right…it just felt too good not to be.

Jack parted Robbie cheeks and inserted a finger. He was still kind’ve wet and sticky from the night before so it went in as smooth as butter. He moved it around slightly and then started to slide it in and out to increase his pleasure. Robbie moaned and his ass muscles clenched tightly around the digit. He was in heaven. This was his man that was making him feel this good and the only thing that mattered to him was returning the favor.

He brought one of his own fingers up to his mouth, lubed it with spit and parted Jacks cheeks. Before Jack could respond he shoved his finger in all the way. He felt Jack tense but, he never moved so he held his finger still. They were still kissing but their dry humping had increased in tempo. When he was sure that he wasn’t hurting Jack, he started sliding his finger back and forth matching Jacks finger in his hole.

The two boys groaned into each others mouths as their cocks banged and rubbed against each other and their fingers fucked the other senseless. Both boys were nearing the point of no return and neither one of them wanted to go back.

“I th-think I’m gonna shoot baby,” Jack groaned feverishly.
“You’re not alone,” Robbie said with a rush.

As Jacks balls tightened against the base of his cock, he shoved his finger into Robbie as far as it would go, hugged him closer with his other arm and shot a long, ropey string of cum between them. His body shook and quivered as he came with a force to be reckoned with.

Not to be undone, Robbie twisted and turned his finger into Jacks previously untouched hole, shoved in to the hilt. When Jack pulled him in closer, he broke the kiss and started wimpering as his own cock released three short volleys of sticky, teenage sweetness. 

They fought for breath as their bodies released all the pent-up frustration from the past few days and just went with the flow. When they winded down, they released their hold on each other and rolled over to look up at the ceiling.

“It just keeps getting better everytime we do this,” Jack said happily. 

“Really? I thought it was just me,” Robbie replied with a smile. He leaned over and gave Jack a lingering kiss on the lips. “We have to get ready for school.”
He climbed out of bed and walked over to the window. He could see the sun trying to come through the blinds. He smiled as he heard Jack walking up behind him. He pulled the blinds open and was startled to see a strange man in the tree of their backyard with a camera focused on his window! Before he could react the man snapped a picture.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Jack exclaimed. “Who the fuck is that?”
“Fuck,” Robbie said. “Pull the blinds….PULL THE FUCKING BLINDS!”
Jack reached out and pulled the blinds shut. The two boys stared at each other for a split second turned and ran for their clothes. They had to get outside before that person (whoever he was) got away.

****

Outside, in the backyard of the Burns property, 27 year old David Boudreau had just gotten the lucky break he’d been waiting for his whole journalistic career. He’d been to the sheriffs press conference the evening before and he knew that there was much more to this story than the so-called good sheriff was letting on. His journalistic instincts and his penchant for snooping led him to believe that the story probably started at the Parson house. However when he arrived there early that morning, he found the place to be deserted. He did some snooping and discovered that the Jack Parsons the deputy had named was probably hanging out here. He had climbed the tree because it afforded the best view of the back of the house. He assumed that’s where the bedrooms were because the windows in the back of the house were the only ones with the blinds drawn. He discovered that after walking around the entire property. 

Two hours of sitting in that tree had paid off. He watched as the blinds were slowly pulled open on one of the windows and through the view finder of his powerful camera, he spotted both naked youths. One at the window and another one heading toward him. God, he thought to himself, the one walking to the window had an erection! This was just the type of story his paper (The Informer) printed. All the trash that reputable papers refused to print. He aimed…he focused and he took the picture. Shit! He’d been spotted. He had to get out of the tree and get out of dodge before they could get him.

TO BE CONTINUED...