Muscles slowed the car."The house should be up here, on the right. One four one one."I look ahead. The house on the corner is sat at an angle. An old ...amaro is parked in the drive, all fat tires and primer paint and shiny aluminum hood scoop.Several kids are out playing in the yard, and four bigger gang-types punks are behind the Camaro, talking.Billy Croft is one of them.Muscles guns the car and turns the wheel, hard. We slew up to the curb, blocking the Camaro. I'm out of the car in a. We were caught up in a very sensual moment neither of us wanted to end.He looked deep into my eyes with those gorgeous blue eyes piercing me with every blink. "Bob, I don't know. I've never done more than jack-off thinking about another guy," he whispered. "I know what I want, but ....," he clambered. "But I do know that I want to be with you in a very special way."That is all I really needed to hear. I again kissed him deep. My hand now stroking his blond hair every so gently. My. Sodomy is sex, as far as I’m concerned!” While Kevin prattled on, Brandon could hear the licking and groaning sounds of Alana preparing Omar’s and Robert’s cocks. She was holding one in one hand and one in the other, licking first one, then the other. As they grew, they got closer together, and finally Alana was rubbing the nubby purple tips against one another. “Baby, that’s hot, that is some hot shit,” said Robert. “Cock on cock is sure a way to get a couple of guys ready to poke on in.” . I looked frantically around the truck, searching for the gunman, but saw nothing but hills and dirt and pine trees and snow. Who the hell had shot me? Why had they done it? What had I ever done to deserve this?My survival instinct kicked in, bringing up two points at once. First of all, whomever had done this was probably still around somewhere. I needed to get the hell out of here, quickly. Second, I'd been shot in the chest, right of the sternum. People died from this sort of wound all the.