All About Love Part XII

Paul Jarvis peeked through the closed curtain of his Aunt Jeans livingroom window. He and Drew were alone inside the one level ranch house but, outside, there were cops everywhere. The house was completely surrounded and they were pretty safe from any outside intrusions. Sheriff Jones (with his Aunts blessings) had taken no chances in keeping them safe. The officers outside the house were from a neighboring town. He closed the curtain and sat back down next to Drew who was visibly shaken.

“What’s wrong Drew?”
“I’m scared Paul. I mean…I know they found Lisa and everything but, what if Alan Hamilton comes here looking for us? He has to know by now that we turned him in.”

Paul put an arm around Drews shoulder and pulled him close.
“The doors are locked, the house is completely surrounded by cops and your parents know where you are and why. You are safe in here with me and I love you to death!”

He slowly caressed Drews cheek but Drew pulled away.
“I can’t Paul…I’m to nervous and scared.” 

Tears welled up in his eyes as he slowly walked to the middle of the room. He stood there and quietly hugged himself only to give a small start as Paul came up behind him and pulled him into his chest.

“It’s okay Drew,” he whispered. “Besides…can you think of a better way to relieve tension?” 
Paul kissed him lightly along the back and the side of his neck and Drew sighed with contentment. He shivered slightly, turned and hugged Paul tightly as they started to kiss. Both boys felt exhausted but they also felt some of the frustration, hopelessness and tension start to melt away as they allowed their feelings for each other take over.

Drew reached down, unsnapped Pauls pants and pushed them down so he could step out of them. Drew did the same to Paul and soon both boys were naked from the waist down. They continued to feed on each others mouths as their hands roamed over each other and they collapsed to the floor on their sides. As they ground their hard cocks into each other, they continued to kiss and suck on each others tongues. 

They could feel each others urgency to release their pent up frustration. Where they would usually take their time with each other, this time was different. They just needed to get off.

Paul groaned deeply as Drew draped a leg over his side. He reached around him and slid a finger past the tight opening of Drews hole. Drew tensed, groaned and pressed himself even more closely to Paul. They were both leaking precum as their cocks continued to bump and grind. Their breathing increased with their mounting pleasure and then without warning they achieved what most people can only dream of…they came at the same time.

Blue flashes of light went off behind their closed eyes as their hardons released a volley of hot, stringy cum. They continued feeding on each others mouths, groaning and touching each other where ever their hands could reach. Finally, spent, they relaxed a little and kissed softly and lightly. They were at last content. However, their contentment would not have lasted one nano second if they knew what was taking place at that moment inside town hall.

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“As you clearly heard on the video that my youngest son made, I offered Todd Hamilton a place to stay only after his father had thrown him out of his home. There is no conspiracy, no child prostitution ring and I am not encouraging young boys to sell their bodies for sex.”

Mayor Osgood had just paused the first tape that young Zachary had taken on the night that Todd had come to his home. That was the same day that he and Jack had gotten into the fight at school. As he finished talking a bunch of questions were thrown at him at once. However, before he could respond somone in the yelled out, “HEY THERE’S ALAN HAMILTON.”

Mayor Osgood turned around as the door behind him opened the rest of the way. His eyes widened in horror as he took in the scene before him. Alan Hamilton had his wife in front of him with a gun firmly planted on her neck and the room erupted into chaos.

“PLEASE! EVERYONE! CALM DOWN!” The Mayor shouted above the noise.
Several officers moved forward with their weapons drawn. Jason Jones, who was on the platform with the rest of the members of the press conference, moved to stand directly in front of the Mayor.

“Everyone get back,” he commanded.
He stared Alan down as flashbulbs popped and cameras rolled. “Okay Alan,” he said with a calm he did not feel. “Just take it easy.”
“fuck you boy,” Alan hissed as he tightened his grip on his wife. “I give the orders around here ‘cause this is still my town!”
“Whatever you say,” Jason said quietly. “Just…please…let your wife go…you don’t want to do this in front of all these people…think about it…you…”
“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!”

Several people screamed. Alan looked around wildly until his eyes came to rest on his son Todd.
“You…get over here boy.”
“Dad,” Todd said fearfully. “Please let mom go and I’ll do whatever you want…I promise.”
“YOU GET OVER HERE NOW!”

Alan shifted to adjust his arm around Elizabeth but it was just enough room to give her time. She gripped his arm tightly, lifted her foot and stomped with all her might on his foot. He grunted in surprise, pushed her out of the way and raised his gun.
“EVERYBODY DOWN!” Jason yelled.

Everyone on the platform scrambled for cover. The people attending the press conference started running into each other. Cameras were knocked over, people fell into chairs and the police positioned around the room were hard pressed to get to the front.

Jason reached for his pistol but Alan had his raised first. Scott Parsons, who was standing next to Natalie Burns, shoved her down and dove on top of her. Jean Grigway grabbed Billy Osgood and the two of them ducked down behind a chair. Robbie, who was behind Todd, shoved him out of harms way and found himself staring down the barrel of Alans gun. Jack saw it too. He moved as fast as he could but only Superman is faster than a speeding bullet. 

There was a flash of light from the muzzle of the gun. In the ensuing chaos, Alan Hamilton seemed to have melted away. When the smoke cleared everybody on the platform looked around cautiously. Jack had managed to get to Robbie and was laying on top of him protectively. He rolled off of him and cautiously lifted his head. He was okay.

“Hey Robbie,” he said slowly. He reached over and rolled Robbie over onto his back.
“It’s okay…I think he’s gone…Robbie…”

Jack started screaming. The front of Robbie’s shirt was soaked in blood and it was spreading rapidly. Robbie Burns lay on his back in a pool of his own blood.

TO BE CONTINUED...