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Kids of the Neighborhood

Chapter Seven

Settling scores


Molly dozed on Cartwright's back stairs with her head propped by a
railing.  A noise startled her awake. The deputy's car crunched
into the unpaved driveway, its headlights piercing the midnight
darkness.  She jumped to her feet and took a step away from the
house as if to escape before he could spot her.  But she stopped
to await him, dismissing fleeting doubts about her rash plan to
experience sex with an adult.

Cartwright rested lightly against the side of the car after
closing its door.  He stretched and breathed deeply the fragrant,
cool air of the moonless night.  Stars glimmered brightly between
patches of clouds.  He turned quickly in response to a faint
rustle nearby and shouted, "Who's there?" when he saw a shadowy
figure near the porch.  He crouched and fumbled with the strap of
his holster expecting the worst -- an ambush by Landau's people.

"It's me, Red."  The soft call of a familiar young voice announced
to him the presence of an entirely different sort of danger.  He
straightened to his full height when the girl rushed forward to
embrace him.  She was a head shorter than he.  Her face pressed
against his upper chest and his chin brushed her hair.

"What are you doing here?" he asked brusquely, although he
affectionately rubbed his cheek against the top of her head.
"It's after midnight."

Molly did not respond with words.  She felt suddenly too shy to
state plainly what she wanted and hoped no explanation was
necessary.  She pressed her body against his bulk with arms
squeezing his waist.  The girl was small only in relation to his
considerable size.  He had more than once fucked grown women with
much less physical substance than this fourteen year old.  That
thought came to him unbidden.  He understood the girl's intent
perfectly well, and he was both pleased and dismayed at what she
offered so unambiguously.  With one hand he stroked her back as
the other caressed her head and toyed with the ponytail.

"You were angry with me just a couple of hours ago," he said
softly.  "What's changed?"

She pressed her face more tightly to his chest.  "I have a
rubber," she whispered.

The voice was muffled, but he heard the pertinent word clearly
enough.  It amused him.  The entire situation would have been
comic were she just two years older.  Or even eighteen months, he
thought with a flash of bitterness at the laws and social rules
regarding sex.

"A rubber doesn't solve the real problem, Molly," he said quietly,
bowing his head to kiss her cheek.  "You're still too young."

She stood back from him with an angry shove.  "And just where do
you draw the line, Red?" she exclaimed stridently.  "A little
while ago you had your fingers inside me and I jacked you off!"

"Molly, please.  Lower your voice," he pleaded.

"You said you wanted me!  So here I am and I have a rubber!"  She
spoke even louder than before.

Cartwright put a hand on her slight shoulder to draw her again
into his arms.  He indeed wanted the girl, and she was correct; in
the eyes of the law he was already guilty of statutory rape.  He
shuddered at the thought.

"You know I'll never tell, Red," she said in a wheedling, childish
voice, knowing his concern and seeking to dispel it.

She gripped the man with her arms once more.  She smiled in the
darkness with her cheek pressed to his chest enjoying the feel of
his powerful arms around her.  She knew she had won, because he
wavered, because she felt his erection press against her.

"Let's go inside," he responded in a quaky voice after a moment's
pause.  They moved toward the steps.

Molly retained a twinge of nervousness at what lay ahead, although
an exuberant sense of victory over the large, handsome man
overshadowed that small apprehension.  He would soon teach her how
adults made love.  She was convinced there was more to it than
what she had experienced with her brother and Ricky.

Cartwright's unease increased greatly when he finally resolved to
fuck the exquisite piece of jailbait.  He looked forward to the
illicit sex, but he worried about her behavior afterwards, about
her further demands.  He certainly could not be her boy friend.

"That's too bright!" Molly protested when Cartwright flicked a
light switch after they entered the house.

With a finger he plunged them into darkness again.  She clung to
him as he led her cautiously into the living room.

"Stay here a second," he suggested quickly, leaving her standing
alone as he moved to the other side of the room.

He turned on the bathroom light and half closed the door.  It
provided a soft illumination, enough to see adequately, although
somewhat dimly.  They stood fifteen feet apart staring at each
other.  The cute girl appeared to be no more or less than her
fourteen years.  For an instant he questioned his sanity, but the
sight of her alluring, fresh legs dispelled that momentary doubt.

"Can you stay long?" he inquired casually.

"I have to get back before dawn," she replied with a weak smile.

The man's size intimidated her.  She shuffled from one foot to the
other.  Her hands clenched then relaxed.  She bit her lower lip.

"You seem nervous," he observed, stepping toward her.

"A little," she responded with an anxious grin.

On an impulse she groped in her pocket and brought forth two
condoms that she held out to him with an eager expression on her
girlish face.

He could not resist a broad, amused smile.  "This makes it all
possible," he said cheerfully and accepted them.

He stood close to her without touching.  "We've already done a lot
together --  just a little while ago." he remarked in an effort to
put her more at ease.

"Yeah!  But that was in the dark," she observed with a nervous
small laugh.

"Do you want it to be dark again?"

She shook her head as her eyes, large and expectant, stared at his
face.

"Good."  He placed a hand on her bare upper arm.  "I was hoping to
see you naked.  You're very lovely."

She stepped into his light embrace.  "My boobs are too small," she
complained quietly.

He breathed deeply the scent of her hair.  "They'll become larger
as you grow taller," he whispered.  "They're just the right size
for you now."

As if on cue they began to kiss passionately standing in the
middle of the room.  He understood at once he would have to take
gentle charge of the frightened young girl who was so totally
submissive.  He lifted her into his arms with an easy sweep as
they continued kissing.  He carried her into the bedroom where he
laid her softly upon the quilt.  It was even dimmer there, but he
could still discern the pale flesh of her exciting thighs.

She looked up at him anxiously.  "Will it fit?" she asked with
trembling lips.  Her hand had previously gauged the size of his
member.

"Yes," he assured her, understanding the concern.  "I'll be very
careful.  I'll give you pleasure."

She smiled at the promise.  He sat on the edge of the bed to gaze
at her for a moment with a hand on her knee.  She squirmed her
head against a pillow in seeming relaxation.  She was ready, he
thought.  With steady fingers he calmly removed her shoes and
socks, pausing frequently to stroke and fondle unshaven,
adolescent calves.

"I like, you know, starting out slowly this way," she remarked
confidently, although she wished he would hurry.

"We have plenty of time, Molly.  There's no rush."  He leaned down
to lick the small scar on her lower thigh.  He looked up at her.
"This is where I first touched you.  Do you remember?"

"I thought you were a pervert," she said with a giggle.  "But not
now," she hastened to add.

He kissed her inner thigh near the hem of her shorts.  "I want to
eat you up," he murmured.

For an instant she wondered if he knew how to do it, if she would
have to teach him like she did the boys.

"You want to taste me?" she asked coyly, lifting her rump for him
to pull down her shorts.

"In a special way, darling.  You might yell at the pleasure.  Are
you a loud one?"

"Sometimes," she answered cutely, lifting her butt again for him
to remove the panties.

Cartwright paused to gaze at the girl, now naked from the waist
down.  He found her modest pubic bush a reassuring sign of
maturity.  Her pale upper thighs near the groin were absolutely
luscious.

"Sit up for a moment, darling, and let me take off your shirt."

It was quickly done, and Molly reclined again on the bed.  Her
breasts were those of many young teens -- conical with large,
swollen nipples.  He leaned down to suckle one of them and fondle
the other.  Although quite aroused, he resisted an urge to rush.
He would proceed slowly as if she were a virgin, he decided.
After a brief tonguing of her soft belly he stood.

"Now you can look at me," he said calmly with a hand on his top
shirt button.

She beamed approval and squirmed her naked body on the bed.  She
wanted to touch herself, to scratch a sexual itch, but was
embarrassed to do so in his presence.  Although somewhat
impatient, she appreciated her lover's deliberate approach, not at
all like the boys hurrying to stick in their cocks.  She noticed,
though, that he did not dawdle in taking off his own clothes.  He
soon stood next to the bed clad just in his under pants which
tented alarmingly.  He had a magnificent torso and powerful,
athletic legs.  His body hair was not at all gross.

He smirked.  "You're already familiar with this part of me,
sweetheart, although you haven't seen it until now."

He pushed down the under pants to release a monstrous, erect cock,
thick and long with an enormous purplish head.

"Is it too large?" Molly exclaimed loudly, again anxious, suddenly
frightened at the sight of the man's imposing tool.

Cartwright climbed onto the bed to recline next to the nervous
girl.  He palmed an entire breast as he kissed her lips gently.

"I won't hurt you, darling.  Just tell me if you become
uncomfortable."

The sexual play speeded up, but not fast enough for Molly.  The
man lingered too long with his mouth and tongue on her less
sensitive parts -- her belly and legs.  But finally he reached the
precious spot.  His precise, expert licking caught her by
surprise, and she soon cried aloud at the intense pleasure.  In
the midst of her ecstasy he moved his bulk atop her and she felt
an unbelievable, awesome penetration.

Cartwright worried for an instant she was too tight despite her
lubricious oozing, but the cock head popped into her followed by
inch after inch of shaft.  He plumbed her fully.  Their bellies
touched.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked solicitously, looking down at the
girl's face beneath his chest.  "I'm in all the way."

Her eyes grew large. "You forgot the rubber!" she screamed and
pushed violently at the heavy man above her.

"Oh my god!" Cartwright cried and immediately pulled out.  "I'm
sorry, darling.  I'm so sorry."

He rolled off the bed to stand beside it and look down at the
girl's distressed face.

"Did anything come out?" she wailed.  "Even a little bit?"

"No, no.  Not a drop," he assured her, ignoring the potency of his
own lubrication.  "Perhaps you're near your safe period?" he asked
hopefully.

Molly relaxed after a moment's calculation  "Yes," she said in
relief.  "There should be no problem."  She grinned.  "Let's start
over with the rubber on.  But this time I want to be on top.  You
were stifling me."

Although their lust had not abated, they lost their previous
intensity and became playful.  Cartwright retrieved a condom,
handed it to her and reclined on the bed with his head nestled in
a pillow.

"You put it on just to be sure," he remarked with a grin.

Molly knelt on the bed above him staring at his imposing cock.
She took hold and gave it a couple of pumps.

"I want to try something," she said with a mischievous glance at
her lover.

"Anything, darling," the man replied, his hands cradling his head.

She leaned down to the cock and struggled to fit the enormous head
of it past her lips.  She just succeeded, although her mouth
stretched uncomfortably.  She released him with a pop.

"You're too big for that," she observed with a frown.  "It's not
much fun."

She stared into his amused face as she rolled the rubber onto his
shaft.  She then squatted above it and lowered herself.  With a
hand she wriggled the cock at her hole until it penetrated.  With
a sigh of great satisfaction she sat fully upon it.

"That feels so good," she muttered and started to move her body,
first back and forth then up a few inches and down with a slam.
Without a thought she began to diddle herself.

Cartwright marveled at the young beauty, her eyes closed, lost in
a realm of pleasure.  He stroked and fondled her enticing flesh,
watching her face register the onset of an orgasm.  She shuddered
and exclaimed in wordless noise, but it was obviously only the
beginning, because her movement on his cock and the rubbing of her
clit became increasingly agitated.

Finding a rhythm he began to thrust back at her.  Molly started to
gasp as she fucked and diddled in frenzy.  Her mouth opened wide
to emit a wail.  But at that moment Cartwright lost track of the
girl's progress toward ecstasy when his own pleasure began
inexorably to rise.  When she cried loudly and fell forward upon
his chest he grasped her butt cheeks to slam full, violent strokes
into her.  He yelled a masculine grunt to accompany his first
powerful spurt.  He felt Molly's tongue licking his shoulder as he
shuddered with the last of his pleasure.

After catching his breath he eased her off to lie face up beside
him.  She stared at him intently but said nothing.  She appeared
to be quite satisfied, he thought.

She finally spoke.  "I've never felt anything like that.  I've had
pleasure before, big pleasure, but nothing so awesome.  I'm still
tingling."

He pulled the girl half atop him for a kiss.  "You were in the
mood for it," he said

"Is that the reason?  You mean it won't be the same when we do it
again?"

He brushed his lips across hers.  "You want to do it again, sweet
one?"

"I brought two rubbers."  She grinned broadly.

Cuddling her protectively like a precious kitten, he felt
extremely content -- without a serious care for the moment.  He
contemplated how they would position themselves for the next fuck.

Cartwright was on the verge of joining Molly in a doze when a loud
crash from the next room, from the back door startled him to full
wakefulness.  Before he could disentangle himself from the girl's
limbs, Lois appeared in the doorway.  The bathroom light shone on
her face.  She bled from mouth and nose.  She held a gun.

"Red!" she called out.  "Red, I need your help."

Heedless of his nudity, Cartwright jumped from the bed to approach
the woman while Molly pulled the quilt awkwardly over her body.
There was no need for that, because the two adults went into the
living room without a glance at her.  Molly was furious at the
interruption but also curious about Lois' wounded appearance.  And
the gun.  She worried about the gun in the hands of a woman who
had recently intended to kill her.  She crept silently from the
bed and neared the doorway to eavesdrop on a conversation already
in progress.

"They're outside somewhere," she heard Lois say.  "They had me
briefly, but I got away."

"Is Landau dead?" Cartwright asked and eased the gun from the
woman's hand.

"I don't know!  I don't know!" she cried.  "I shot him twice in
the belly, but he must still be alive.  Sergei and his goons
wouldn't be after me otherwise."

This was serious business, Molly realized, but she almost burst
out laughing at the sight of Cartwright who sat on the couch with
an arm around the battered woman.  His cock, formidable yet
flaccid, remained sheathed in a condom the end of which drooped
ridiculously with the weight of a full load of semen.  But the
gravity of the situation reasserted itself.  She wanted to go home
as quickly as possible, to distance herself from the odious woman
who was deadly trouble.  She hurried to the bed to retrieve her
clothes and dressed in a rush.

"Stay here!" Cartwright barked when she sought to slip past the
couple on the couch and reach the door.

"I'm going home!" Molly insisted and raced from the house.

She fled into the night ignoring Cartwright who stood in the open
doorway pleading for her to return.  There were nasty people
about, she knew, so she chose a route that led her across vacant
lots and past dark structures.  She heard dogs barking in the
distance as she ran full tilt away from the certain danger that
attended the tall woman.

She stopped her headlong flight for a moment when she heard a
gunshot from a couple of blocks behind her followed by several
others in quick succession.  A veritable rat-a-tat ensued from the
direction of Cartwright's house.  Molly ran forward once more with
tears of fright and despair burning her eyes.


* * *


"What happened?  What happened?" Chucky yelled as he pushed
forcefully on Molly's shoulders, bouncing her against the
mattress.

It was long past dawn.  Molly lay face down on the bed, roused
from a deep slumber by her brother's rough handling.  She flailed
an arm behind her in a vain attempt to ward him off then rolled
onto her back.

"I'm trying to sleep!" she complained.

He knelt above her as pretty as a girl clad just in underpants,
his nipples raised curiously on small mounds of flesh.  She pulled
him down for an embrace, perhaps a kiss.

"What happened?" the boy asked again, freeing himself from his
sister's grasp and retreating to stand beside the bed.  "There are
cops everywhere!  Some people got killed!"

"Who's dead?" Molly responded, abruptly recalling the previous
night's drama.

She sat up in the bed to inquire further but was interrupted by
the appearance of her mother at the door.

"Get out of here, Chucky!" the woman growled and seized the boy by
the back of his neck, pushing him into the hallway.

She slammed the door shut and glared at Molly.

"You shouldn't let him see you half naked like this!" she scolded.
"Don't you know anything about boys?"

Molly cupped a naked breast in a distracted, reflexive gesture.
"Who's dead, Mama?" she asked plaintively.  "Chucky said somebody
got killed."

"More than one, I'm afraid," the woman responded, tossing her
daughter a blouse that she retrieved from the floor.  "What do you
know about this, girl?  The sheriff is downstairs and insists on
talking with you."

Molly thought quickly and decided to reveal nothing about her
involvement with Cartwright even if the man were dead.  Despite
the splendid sex, he wasn't her boy friend, she concluded.  She
slipped on the blouse then wriggled into shorts that had become
too tight for her.  She rose to stand opposite her mother who was
just about her height.

"Maybe it has something to do with those people who chased us the
other day," she suggested.  "They had guns."

"I didn't mention anything about guns."  The mother eyed her
suspiciously.

"I just assumed . . ."

"Go downstairs and talk with the sheriff," her mother interrupted.
"Tell him you don't know anything.  Say you're not involved in
this sordid business."

Molly left the room ahead of the mother who assayed her from
behind.  The girl had become ripe, the woman thought, and would
probably begin experimenting with sex before long.  She wondered
how she might put her on the pill without unleashing her innate
wildness.

Sheriff Begley sat at the kitchen table when Molly entered the
room.  Without staring too obviously he noticed how the teen's
body stretched her clothes delightfully.  He stood.

"I suppose you don't know what went on at Deputy Cartwright's
house last night either," he stated.  "Your brother and Rick were
no help."

"Some people are dead," Molly responded.  "That's all I've heard."
She hesitated before asking,  "Did Red get killed?"

"Red?"  Begley grinned.  He wondered whether Cartwright had
actually explored the girl's nubile flesh.  "No," he said.  "Red's
missing, and that's what worries me.  His house was badly shot up
and we found a dead woman inside, Lois Schneider, the one you
claimed was trying to kill you."  Begley paused to consider the
relief on Molly's face.  "There was also a dead guy in the
driveway and indications that at least one other was wounded."

"Do you suspect that Deputy Cartwright was responsible for this
mayhem?"  the mother asked from the doorway.

"No ma'am," Begley replied.  "The dead people worked for a very
important man who was himself shot last night in his office."

"You mean Landau?" Molly asked.

Begley eyed her curiously.  "Yes, Landau.  He died this morning on
the operating table.  I've decided this is none of our business
and that Red is not involved.  The governor called me this morning
to say that state authorities will handle the investigation."

"Then why are you here asking questions?" Molly blurted out.

"I'm worried about Red, sweetheart.  I'd like him to know that he
has nothing to worry about.  If he wants to move away, he should
know we're not looking for him."

"Move away?  Why would he do that, if he's not in trouble?" Molly
inquired with eyes squinted.

"He might think it best," the sheriff replied.

Begley offered no further explanation.  He moved to leave but
stopped at the door to address the girl once more.

"If you see him, let him know," he said and left the house.


* * *


Molly, Chuck and Rick turned into the field off Stearn's Trail
when they were about one hundred yards north of the highway.
Chuck ran ahead of the other two who held hands lightly as they
strolled along the rough path that cut through high weeds.

"I suppose you enjoyed it," the tall boy complained, resuming a
conversation that began some moments before.

"Of course I did, although at first I was afraid it wouldn't fit."

"That's stupid!  Babies coming out are a lot bigger than any cock
going in."

Molly grinned at the guy she now considered her boy friend.  "I
wasn't thinking of that at the time," she said.  "It just looked
so huge when he showed it to me."

"So, he's ruined you for me!" Rick fumed.  "I'll never be that
big!  I've stopped growing."

"Size isn't everything, Ricky.  And in any case you're large
enough to pleasure me."

Her assurance did not mollify him.  He continued to glower.

"I don't like sharing you with other guys," he stated, pulling her
to a halt.

"Not even Chucky?" she teased.

"That's different.  He's your brother and my best friend, so it
doesn't count.  I thought, maybe, we might go steady."

Molly smiled at her lover with a hand lightly on his chest.  "I'd
like that," she said, "but perhaps we could still have fun with
others, if we both agree to it."

Rick continued to sulk.  "I don't agree to that cop," he declared.

"He's gone, Ricky.  We won't see him again."

They resumed walking through the field toward the familiar stand
of willows where they had frequently played behind sheltering
limbs.

"I don't want to wait until we reach the creek," Molly said,
squeezing the boy's hand.

Rick's face brightened at the prospect of sex.  "What about
Chucky?" he asked.

"He can have seconds!" she shouted, running into the weeds away
from the nearby trees.  "I want to do it in the open," she called
back, stopping, waiting for him to follow.

Chuck interrupted with a cry from the copse, "There's a car here!"

Molly raced towards her brother followed by Rick who grumbled to
himself in frustration, although he was intrigued by the nose of a
car that he spotted beyond the nearest willow.  But he came to an
abrupt halt and seethed in anger when the branches parted and
Cartwright stepped into view.

"Red!" Molly screamed and hurried into the man's open arms.

The two boys stood back some distance to glare at the embrace,
both of them jealous of the grown man who held the girl they had
intended to fuck that afternoon.  He was an interloper, but they
were no match for him; he was too large in every respect.  Still,
they responded like primeval males, Rick assuming a threatening
stance, Chuck picking up a large stone.  As if sensing trouble
Molly stepped from the man's encircling arms.  He too was aware of
the anger his presence had aroused.   Molly retreated to stand
half way between Cartwright and the two boys.

"Are you hurt?" she asked.

"No," he replied.  "You were lucky to have gotten away in time."

"People were shot dead at your house!" Chuck yelled.

"They were after Lois, and the rest of us as well," Cartwright
explained.

"The rest of us?'' You mean it's not over?" Molly cried.

"Landau still wants us all dead, except for your brother.  That
Russian described Chuck to him in great detail."  Cartwright
paused.  "Lois said that Landau has gone crazy.  He intends to put
a colony of boys on an island he owns in the Caribbean.   Ritual
murder and cannibalism are part of his queerness now, and he
insisted that Lois provide him with a regular supply of young
flesh.  She and Landau got into a nasty row over this, and he
threatened her with a gun.   That led to a shoot out in the guy's
office."

"Landau's dead."  Molly interjected.  "Sheriff Begley said he died
this morning."

Cartwright's eyes widened and he smiled in surprised relief.
"That changes everything!" he exclaimed.  "Those goons won't come
back on their own, not with their boss dead.  They're
professionals."  He palmed his cheek.  "I might even be able to
talk my way out of this mess."

"You aren't in any trouble, Red."  Molly said.  "Sheriff Begley
told me he's not looking for you.  He said you're free to leave.
I don't think he wants you around any more."

"I can imagine that," Cartwright responded with a nod of his head.
"There could be a terrific scandal.  Everyone will be covering his
ass from the governor on down, and I'm a wild card, I suppose."

"Are you going to leave now?" Rick asked pointedly, glaring at the
man who stared back with a thin smile of amusement.

"No, not yet!"  Molly objected.  "I want to talk some more."  She
turned to the boys. "In private," she emphasized with a scowl.

"Talk, Hell!" Rick said with a belligerent shout, although he
stepped back, turned and walked dejectedly with Chuck into the
deep weeds of the wild field.

 From about one hundred yards away the boys looked back to see
Molly and Cartwright kissing passionately.  The man then took the
girl's hand and they disappeared behind the willow branches.  Rick
plopped to the ground crushing a patch of Queen Anne's lace.
Chuck joined him.

"It's not fair," the younger boy complained.  "I don't suppose
he'll ever leave, now that he's got Molly to fuck."

"He'll go away," Rick snarled, "and it better be today or I'll get
that bastard into trouble."

"How?"

"He's fucking a minor, for Christ's sake!" the older one
exclaimed.  "A guy can go to jail for that."

"And not you?"

"And not me what?"

"You're older than Molly.  Can't you get into trouble too?"

Rick scratched his bare thigh.  "I'm not eighteen yet, and I'm
less than three years older than her.  There's no problem.  I've
checked it out."

A loud wail suddenly startled them.  They poked their heads up
above the concealing weeds and stared at the willow.  It sounded
again --  a completely uninhibited cry of female ecstasy.

"Jesus!" Rick burst out and fell back to the ground.  "We'll never
be good enough for her after this!"

Chuck reclined closely next to him.  Their shoulders and thighs
touched.

"Do you think that guy really killed boys and ate them on his
island?" he asked his older friend.

"Of course he did," Rick stated, rising up on an elbow.  "And that
stud cop says you were supposed to be on the menu, after you get
fucked in the ass, of course.  He'd probably chop off your legs
and cook them on a spit then have a weenie roast with your cock."

"Stop it, Ricky!  That's not funny!" Chuck shouted and rose to a
sitting position.

He looked morosely at his friend.  "Do you want to do some queer
stuff?" he asked.

"I thought we decided to stop that," Rick retorted.

"What else do we have?"  Chuck shrugged his shoulders.

Rick stroked the remarkably smooth flesh of his friend's thigh.
"Nah!" he said after a moment, removing the hand.  "It's fun, but
it's a bad habit.  We've got to get ourselves regular girls."

"Julie from across the street has been looking at me," Chuck
remarked.

"She's only ten!"

"Yeah, but it's a start," the younger boy returned with a pout.

Rick placed his hand on Chuck's thigh again.  "I suppose we could
jack off together."

"Each other?"  Chuck unzipped.

"Nah.  Let's do it solo like we used to before we started playing
queer."  Rick pushed down his shorts.

"Sucking's better," the younger boy nagged.

Rick played with his friend's modest cock for a moment until it
became rigid.  "Maybe just one last time," he said.  "But we
really got to stop this or we'll turn queer for certain."

They were quickly naked and lying beside each other in a sixty
nine position.  At the moment their lips touched each other's cock
they heard an engine start.

"He's leaving!" Rick shouted and sat up.

They jumped to their feet to see the car backing slowly away from
the tree.  Molly stood in front of the willow branches looking out
over the field.  She was naked.

"Over here, over here!" both boys shouted and waved at their girl.

They began to jump about in excitement when Molly spotted them and
started running in their direction.

Rick quieted.  He stood unmoving with a large smile on his face as
his friend continued to bounce up and down.

"We'll have to be real sweet to her, Chucky," he said, "real sweet
to keep her for ourselves."


[End of story at present]

Varangian

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