Jack

A Dark and Stormy Night

It was a dark and stormy night. (I always wanted to say that). Oh well the rain was falling from the sky wet, cold, and it seemed with no intention of stopping any time soon. The clouds covered the moon. It should have been a bright night, but with this storm there was no hope of seeing your way.

A dark, wet form dragged down the road. It could not be seen clearly, just a darker form against the trees that surrounded the road on both sides. A lightning strike on the mountain above the trees lit the whole world. Well it seemed that way to the boy, because it was a boy. He stopped in place froze for anyone to see. He was dressed in jeans. The flash of light was bright, but in all this rain the color of the jeans could not be seen. A jacket covered his upper body, and it looked like it might be waterproof as the water ran off the jacket. In his hand he held a suitcases. It was an old one. It looked like cardboard, very soaked cardboard, with two ropes holding it together. The boy shook his head to fling the water out of his eyes as he had tilted the cowboy hat enough to let the ran hit his face. The next strike lit the world again, but the boy never stopped again. The first of the lighting had startled him, but then he just lowered his head, and pushed on against the wind, and the rain. He paid it no attention. Oh he felt the stream of water work it's way down under his collar. He felt the water that seeped thru his soaked jeans. His shoes were not much better. Water squeezed out of them with every step. This went on for ever. Well maybe not forever, but it felt that way.

The storm went on for hours, and then another stroke of lighting lit the world around the boy, and the sound was so close he had to look up. In the after glow he saw someone standing on the road in front of him. The boy dropped the suitcase, and crouched down. It looked like he vanished he was so quick to drop from sight. A series of flashes started to come as the storm hovered above the two people met in the night. A sound was heard. A cry of fear as the noise, and light seemed to be going on forever. The boy slowly turned his head as he heard the sound. He stood back up from where he had hidden, and approached the small form, for it was another boy, a small boy with a backpack on his slim shoulders. He was crying as he covered his whole head with his arms.

A hand reached out to touch the slim shoulder as the boy spoke over the thunder, "Sh. it well be okay kid." A scream answered the boy's touch, and the sound of his voice almost made the younger boy run away. The hand closed on the strap of the backpack to stop the boy while he looked wildly around. "Who are you?"

"Bob, Bob Pierce. I've been on the road for quite awhile kid. You seen any turnoffs?"

"Yes about a mile back there was a gate, but I saw it was posted as dangerous. I read it in one of the first strikes of this storm."

A soft good might of been heard, but Bob then spoke up to say, "we need to get out of this shit fast, or this is our last night on this earth." He turned to pick up his suitcase, and led the boy back down the road to the gate the boy had seen. A kick broke the lock, and the two pushed on the long un-used gate. Bob had an idea where they were as he had checked his map early in the evening before the last of the daylight was gone. He had seen an old gold mine marked near where they were at.

A few hundred yards down a rough un-used road, and the two boys found a cliff with a pile of leavings from the mine spilling down the side of it. Bob pointed at a boarded up opening, and they dragged their wet bodies to the front of the mine. Bob found a tree limb, and prized off a few boards. The smaller boy slipped inside to kick the boards from that side as Bob worked to enlarge the hole so he can get inside too.

At last they are out of the rain, and safe from the storm. In the last of the lighting Bob saw the tow head lower as the boy sunk to his knees. "Get naked kid we have to get dry quick." Bob stripped as he talked to the boy about the need to get dry. He felt rather then saw the boy move to get his clothes off. A murmur more then a sound of a voice was heard as the older boy opened his suitcase to find a dry towel. He found the garbage bag he had put most of his junk in had done it's job, and kept most of his stuff dry. A gasp as the younger boy was grabbed, and felt the soft dry towel being used to dry him, "no you first. It is your towel."

"Shut up kid you're shaking. I'm used to being wet, but we both need to get dry."

Bob did the job on the shaking boy, and then himself. He shook out the towel, and wondered if he can find any wood to start a fire. An order to feel around for dry wood is given, and they both work at this job. A pile of brush near the opening to the wet world is found, and a small spark of light as a match is struck is seen. It almost blinds the two boys, and then the fire starts to grow as they can see better. A log, a piece of wood from the doorway, a pile of wind blown junk, and the two boys slowly get warmer. Bob dragged more wood to the fire as he sees there is a pile near the door. He guesses someone has used the place as a refuge before, and had left wood for anyone who came after them. A silent thank you was thought as he saw it should last all night.

"Oh shit." Bob had looked at the kid for the first time, and saw he was handsome, if quite young. "How old are you kid, and what the hell are you doing on the road alone?"

"I'm almost fifteen, and I ran away. Dad, well my step-dad has been beating me up for everything. It is like he hates me. Mom tries to help me, but she can't stop him. He almost killed me just last month, and I was in the hospital for weeks. He brought us out west to get away from the law dogs as they wanted to take me away from them. He has been wild the whole trip, and I was afraid he was going to kill me. Last night we stopped at a rest stop, and I grabbed my backpack, and just walked away from the car."

"What should I call you kid?"

"Not kid. You're not much older then me Bob. My name is Clay, Clay Peters. I guess I won't have to use my steps name any more. He made me change my name to Shields."

"Okay Clay you're right I'm sixteen myself, and I guess I've not had it as bad as you did. My folks died in a fire, and I just headed out on my own as I didn't want any of that orphan shit. They don't treat a kid real nice around here. Hell I don't mind working, but I want to work for myself. They just farm us out, and pay some one to force us to work for them. We get nothing for all our sweat."

The two boys set side by side watching the fire as they spoke for what seemed like all night. After awhile Clay fall silent. Bob looked over to see the boy slumping down in a pile. He reached out to draw him into his arms as he saw he was asleep. "Ow poor kid. Losing his folks, and falling into a queer kid's arms. I can't let him find out I want his body."

As the night passed Bob held the boy in his arms as he kept the fire burning. He had left it fall into a good bed of hot coals, and just kept adding wood as needed to keep the coals red, and hot. A pop once in awhile was the only sound other then once in awhile Clay moaned in his sleep. A soft answer was heard each time as Bob spoke of it being okay he was there for the boy. As dawn came up like thunder, well anyway the red sun slowly rose to show the wet ground below the two boys place of refuge. The trees were dripping the last of the storms water, and the sound of thunder was still to be heard in the distance. Bob leaned back against the wall behind him, and watched the sleeping boy's face as he slept in his arms. "Oh shit he is good looking," he mumbled this under his breath as he saw the sun hit the lightly tanned skin, and the dark blond hair. He touched the boy's arm as he saw the shine the light hairs made in the sun light. Even as he was looking at the boy he saw his eyes pop open with fear in them for him to see. Bob held the boy's arm as he softly spoke his name, "Clay, I'm Bob we met last night. It is okay you fall asleep, and I'm just holding you to ease your sleep. Sh. If you're okay I well let you go."

Bob slowly left go of the boy he wanted to hold so tight. "You okay Clay?"

"Un hun, I was just startled you looked like you were going to kiss me!"

"Ow kid I was thinking about kissing you, but it was just you're looking so cute sleeping there like a baby in my arm."

A squeal from Clay as he flung his body away from Bob, "CUTE, you think I'm cute?"

"Yep I"ll have to get a camera someday, and snap a picture of you sleeping. The snot running out of your nose, and slobber dripping off your chin." Clay grinned at the picture as Bob grinned at him. "Oh shit kid stand out here in the sunlight. I want to look you over."

Bob almost cried as he saw the boy in the full light. "Damn you're nothing but burses. Did he do all this to you?" A nod as Clay covered his trestles with his hands. "Turn around kid, oh boy tell me where that son-off-a-bitch lives, and he is dead."

"Really you would do that for me?"

"Hell no for me. No kid deserves to be hurt like that. I just might wonder by some day, and castrate the fool just to be sure he does not breed anymore like him." Bob thought about the fine looking ass hard as he told the boy they had to go to work getting the mine ready for the next night. "We need to get our clothes all dry, and then find lots more firewood as it well be a long cold night." A place was found to lay out the wet items in the sun, and the two naked boys worked hard dragging fallen branches to the cave mouth. Bob stacked the wood so all the water would drain off it while Clay dragged the last of the wood into the small camp. He asked, "is there anything to eat Bob? I haven't had anything since noon yesterday."

Bob grinned as he displayed two rabbits he had knocked down with a stone. I am good with stones Clay. I hope you don't mind eating with your fingers. This brought a wiggle of the boy's fingers as he asked how long will it take to cook them? Bob looked sad as he said, "oh mom could cook them for hours, but," at the but, he paused to watch the boy's face fall, "I think we can do it in about fifteen minutes. That is if you don't mind a wee bit of blood."

"Blood let me eat them raw."

"No way they have to be well done out here in the wild. It is too early in the year to think about eating them raw." Bob spoke of diseases they carry when the weather is warm. "it's kool I know how to cook them." He fell silent as he showed the young boy, hell young man how to skin, and cut up the dead rabbits. A stick was soon being held over the hot coals as Bob demonstrated a new skill. Clay as the day had passed had found it easer to forget he was naked in front of the older boy. He was standing there with his whole body on display as he proudly learned his first lesson on how to cook. Before today his mother had always served food to him, or he ordered at some fast food place. This was his first time having to get blood on his fingers, and he was proud of himself. After the food was ready the two boys were ready to enjoy the meal. When Clay started to eat Bob held his food away from his mouth as he said a small prayer. "Thank you for this meal we are going to enjoy, and thanks to the rabbits who gave their lives so we could live."

Clay watched him with large eyes as he heard the words come out of his buddies mouth. "Who were you praying to?"

"My creator Clay. He, or it might be the same god you believe in. I don't really know."

"Hun?"

"Oh shit kid don't you know? I'm an Indian."

"Oh wow no way, you sound just like any other kid."

"No this all over tan is not a real tan, well most of it anyway." Bob stood to turn in place so Clay can look at his whole body. He grinned as he turned back to face the boy. "Well do I have to leave the white man's home?"

"Hun? This is your cave, and I'm the intruder here. A real Indian, wow!" Bob pushed the boy's hand toward his mouth with the meat in the hand. "Go ahead, and eat Clay."

After the meal the two walked to the stream in the bottom of the valley. They splashed around in the water, and walked back to the cave as darkness fall. The fire was built up, and Bob pointed out the boy's clothes were dry now. Clay frowned as he asked, "do we need to dress?"

"Yes at least put on your underwear. It is not really good to wonder around naked with a person like me."

"What do you mean Bob?"

"Shit it is just that in our tribe there are people who never marry. We don't like the girls that much. No that is the wrong idea. It is just that we like the boys more then the girls. We are what the white eyes call queer."

"Oh you want to have sex with me? That is why you have been helping me."

"Lord no, well yes I would like to hug, and kiss you, but it is wrong to say I am helping you for sex. I like you, but you're safe with me as long as you cover up the goodies."

"Goodies!"

"Yes the prick, balls, and that fine ass."

"OH!"

Bob turned away to hide the tears as he fumbled for some of his own clothes. He heard the boy moving around behind him, and thought he was dressing. He shook the tears out of his eyes as he fumbled for his own shorts. A startled sound came form Bob when a pair of naked arms came around his waist. "Hun?" He turned in the arms to see a tearful face near his own. A very naked boy was crying in his arms as he said, "that is why my Step was kicking the shit out of me so much. He thinks I'm queer too. I never did anything, but I was looking at one of his sons one day, and got hard. Jim told his father I was trying to queer him. I wasn't doing that. It was just I had never seen another boy naked before. He was playing with his dick, and balls on my bed."

"Oh that"s hard on you. Do you think he was right Clay?"

"What? Oh you mean I might be gay?"

"Yes did it turn you on seeing him playing with himself?"

"No way he is ugly, not like you."

Bob held the boy gently without a thought about taking advantage of him. He spoke of his own feelings as he touched the tears in the boy's eyes. A soft kiss much later on the forehead as he ordered the boy to bed, and the night was again silent as Bob watched over the boy's sleep. He dozed off often, but always woke in time to feed the fire thro out the night. Morning came early for the city boy. He was not used to rising with the sun, and was rubbing sleep out of his eyes as Bob handed him his clothes to put on. They did much they had done the day before. Wood for the fire, and Bob showed how to build a fish trap. As they wondered around he found many green items that can be ate either raw, or with a cooked meal. They bathed in the stream again, and Bob made sure he did not intrude on the boy's space. Clay saw the way the boy was acting, but never said a word about it. He just trailed along with Bob as he softly spoke of everything he was doing. He spoke of all the boy would need to know to survive on his own. Clay frowned as he heard the word alone. He said nothing, but shook his head even as he watched closely what his buddy was doing.

After a few days, maybe a week the wood pile was large enough that they had more time on their hands. Bob spoke of exploring the tunnel to see what had been done with it. He showed the younger boy how to make a torch, and they tied a batch of the torches together in a batch for carrying. The two of them wondered the whole tunnel. The two investigated every foot of the mine, and found some tools they can use. An axe that with a little work can be used. A new handle was carved by Bob over the next few days. A shovel was found as well. Some spoons, and a pot were found which meant cooking could be really done right.

A side room was found where it was seen the miners had lived under ground. It was cleaned out, and they moved in themselves. Beds were made, and a cook fire was made in the center of the room. It was found the room seemed to hold the heat better, and less wood was needed to feel warm. A water seep was found where they could get drinks, and clean up on bad days. It was almost like having their own home. Bob taught Clay how to hunt, and spent his days wondering the mine. He carried the shovel with him, and often mumbled to himself as he dug around in the dirt.

One day Clay came home with a deer on his by now strong shoulders, and went looking for Bob. He had seen the pile of torches, some were missing, and he know Bob was some where down the tunnels. He came walking up to Bob to see a gleam in his eyes. "What's up?"

"Well how would you feel about being rich?"

"How?"

"This mine is not worked out. The vein was going across the wall here, and dropped out of sight. You can see they dug off in every direction, but if you look close at the place they lost it you can see it dropped down, not on the level like it had been running for so long."

"You're kidding aren't you?"

"Heck look at where I dug. What happened is it changed direction on two planes at the same time. It was like a corkscrew. Look I dug down, and to the right at the same time, and you can see the color on the wall dropping, and twisting at the same time."

"We don't own the place?"

"So what we can dig out a stake, and use it to buy the damn mine with. We can buy this whole mountain, and dig it out a little at a time."

"Do you know how to do all this?"

"Yes my uncle had a small silver mine. I worked for him for awhile till he got tired of feeding me."

The boys set around talking long into the night about what was needed, and how they could handle the mine. Bob sadly shook his head at one point, "oh shit you don't want me as a partner do you? You're afraid of the queer!"

Clay pointed a shaking finger at his partner as he spoke of trusting him. I think my Step father was right guy. I have been snaking peeks at you any time I can see you naked. I think I want to see what it is all about."

"Oh no kid I can't do that to you. You are just getting your balls in an uproar because your balls are getting full of cum. Lets keep it as partners."

***

Over the next few months the two spent much of the time underground working on their mine. Repairs on the timbers holding the roof up was first on their list, and then the new tunnel was dug, being braced as they dug out the dirt, and gold. Bob sifted the gold out of the dirt with a pan, water, and lots of work. At first there was small pieces, and then as they dug deeper there were nuggets of gold. Bob spread it all out one day late in the fall, "okay guy decision time. We can cash in, and make a run for it, or we spend some money, and buy this whole place."

Clay looked at the gold on display, and asked how much is all this worth?"

Bob weighted the gold in the skin in his hand, and spoke a figure. Clay's eyes got big as he wondered how so little could be worth so much. "It is up to you partner," Bob said with a grin. "I can come back here anytime, and dig out more if we decide to run for it."

Clay looked at the older boy as he shook his head, "I have so much more here with you then I ever had. I would be a fool to go any where else. Lets go trade this gold for the mine."

"No way we scramble the trail. First we get the gold turned into cash, and in a bank. We hide the trail by transferring it between the two of us. Then one of us gets a lawyer to make an offer on the valley, and as a part of the deal we take the mountain slope as well. He well be told just enough to get what we really want. We well really need the water, and the food so buying the whole place is a good deal."

The lawyer was a hard deal to get done right. He wanted to know too much, and couldn't understand how two kids could afford to pay him let alone buy the land for cash like they were demanding the deal be done. He was handed a dollar, and told to stop asking questions. "I understand as long as I paid you that dollar you're mine. We have the money in the bank, and here is our bank book. You get paid off the top, and do our bidding for us. The less we pay for the land the more there is for you. You don't get it all, but you make out like a thief."

Later much later Bob's new cell phone rang, and the lawyer proudly spoke of the price he had paid for the land. He wanted to know what was needed now. Bob told Clay to shut up as he grinned at the way he was jumping around. He told the man he had earned his fee, and to go to the bank with a password in hand. They are expecting you, and well pay your fee. Give them the deed in a sealed envelop. "Oh yes do you want to remain on as our lawyer?" A slow yes was heard, and he was told how to set up a transfer of funds to cover any needs.

Clay was looking at his partner as he said, "what now?"

"We go back to work for the winter, and drag as much out of this hole as we can. We hunt, fish, and work."

This was what was done. Oh they didn't work too hard. There were days when they never went into the mine, just wondered the woods they owned looking at the wild life, and enjoying themselves.

Bob was leaning against a tree one day when he felt the boy's eyes on him, "What?"

"I think I love you Bob."

"Oh!" Bob said not another word for what seemed like forever.

Clay asked, "didn't you hear me"

"Yes!"

"Well do you still want me?"

"Yes more then ever. It is just my mind is not ready to except this from you. What does the word love mean to you?"

"Oh damn I don't really know. It is just all you have done for me, and all that you have not done. I don't think you have even looked at my body for a long time."

"That is what you think guy. I've been dreaming of this every day, and twice every night since the first day I saw your bruised body."

"Why not let me know then?"

"I didn't see any sign from you that you might want to do any of the love stuff."

"Now what?"

Bob reached out a callused, but soft hand to touch the still hairless cheek of his partner. "Well first of all we need to decide what to do with the gold mine."

"Hun?"

"Well the gold could stand between us if we decide to be what is called a pair."

"Like hell it well. We have a single bank account, and a lawyer. Lets leave it in his hands, and tell him to treat us like kids as far as protecting both of us."

Bob nodded, and then pecked a soft kiss on the lips of the tall blond child as he thought of him. A kiss retuned made Bob almost swoon. He pulled back at last, and reached for Clay's hand as he led him to the stream. They had used some of the stones from all their digging to dam up the stream. The large pond had many uses. First of all they had stocked it with fish, and it was used to clean the gold out of the trash stone. It was also a fine place to swim. This was what Bob had in his mind.

He led the young man to a beach as he stripped him naked as the first time he had seen the boy in the fire light in their mine entrance. A kind hand applied soap to the young man's body as Bob had wanted to do ever since his first look at his face on that long ago day they had met. Clay had his eyes closed at first till he heard a whisper, "look at me child. I can't take advantage of you if you don't see me as I do this to you.. Clay opened his eyes, but it could be seen he was not really all there. A glazed look in his eyes was seen by Bob, and he stopped touching him till he whined, "what now?"

"Good it looks like you're thinking now."

"I was thinking. I was thinking it felt like I was in heaven. Go on guy do it to me." After a giggle, and some more begging from the boy Bob started touching the body he had wanted to touch for so long.

He touched with the soapy hands, and then as the clean skin came into view his lips followed his fingers. Clay moaned out loud as he was brought to the point of shooting off his cum with someone else. He had never touched another person with sex in his mind. As he shot his first shot of cum into the air he grabbed Bob by the ears, and kissed him with all the passion that had built up in him over the long time he had known him. A sound like a wolf might make was heard by both of them, and they pulled back to ask, "was that you?" Bob fell to his knees as he called on his creator to thank him for the sign. I never trusted the older men when they spoke of our totem speaking when true love was present. Clay joined him on his knees as he understood what he was saying. A soft whisper was heard as the boy asked, "you really think we are going to be together for the long haul?"

"Don't you?" A kiss was answer enough.

Later that day after much more love, and even talk a call was made to speak with the lawyer. He was asked if they can come in to see him the first of the week? He said yes, and wondered why it would take so long to get together? Bob was doing the speaking, and spoke of living on their land, and not having any transportation. He spoke of a need for a large pickup truck, and asked if the lawyer could look around for one over the weekend, and they can pick it up Monday.

The man wondered how they had got to their land if they had no car, and was told a thumb can get you a long way. Bob thought hard about what they were going to do, and a note pad was soon full of the many needs they had found. Food was at the top of the list, and fuel for a stove was next, and then a stove was put on the list by a grinning Clay. He spoke of a trailer to live in as well. A batch of tools was added to the list, and then a generator to supply light. Bob spoke of lights for the mine, and many other things that will make the work go faster. Clay asked, "any chance we can get some help?" Bob sadly shook his head at this, but put it on the list with a large question mark after it.

Monday morning bright, and early the two boys appeared at the cop shop as Clay called it, and took a drivers test. Both passed the test, and left with the plain piece of paper in their pockets. A stop at the place the lawyer had told them about, and they looked over the trucks he had picked out for them to look at. Bob pointed out a large pickup, and then a smaller one as well. "We could both use one, and the smaller one will be cheaper to use with small loads."

A call to the bank, and a messenger was sent over with the cash to pay for the two trucks. The larger truck was parked at the lawyer's place, and the two boys drove to a trailer sales lot. Clay started looking at small travel trailers. Bob walked around with him, and grinned as he had much more in mind. He led the boy to some of the double wide trailers to show him they are better built then the ones he had been looking at. "Look guy we have been living in a cave. There is no reason we have to live less then the best. We can have a television, a fire place, and all the rest of the things you grew up with."

A hand shake was passed with the owner, and he spoke to the bank about just putting the cash in his account, and he would deliver the trailer. He watched as the two boys picked out one of the largest generators to power the trailer. He spoke of setting it up as well. A antenna for the TV was ordered as well, and then the two headed for the mall.

About ten o'clock one of the bankers caught up to the boys after many calls from the mall. "Look guys this is a check book, and this is a debit card. Use it in good health. The card well remove the money from the account as you spend it. I don't really think you can spend all you have in there in one day, thou you are trying." A thank you was given, and the two boys turned back to the man they had been talking to. The card was laid on the desk, and a large pile of tools was sent to their truck. Clothes were next on the list, and the two looked good in the new clothes. Their old ones were on their last legs, and were sent to the trash as they dressed in the new clothes.

The time came for the meeting with the lawyer. Bob dropped a large bag on his desk, and told the man, "you're now a go between for a gold mine."

"You're mining that old mine on your property?"

"Yep next question?"

"You paid for the mine with gold from their own mine?"

"Next question."

"Ok that was out of line guys. You are my clients after all, and they were happy with the price you paid them. Okay what about the government?"

"We kept an account of what we made on our first deposit, and it is in the bag with this gold. You take what is needed to get us right with the IRS. It is still the same year we made the money in, well at least when we cashed it in."

"Okay, okay. I need to get this done fast, what about expenses. The boys dug in their pockets to drop all the receipts on his desk. "See how much of this you can hide from the cops, and your bill too if you can." The man was using a finger to stir the pile of paper as he found something he could use he stacked it on the side. The trucks went in this pile. He looked at the trailer, and shook his head at first, and then as the boys spoke of living in the mine swore he could see if he can do it. The clothes were pushed to the other pile. Tools were dropped on the good pile, and he asked if they needed any more of them? Bob opened his note book, and flipped thru it as he mumbled under his breath at last he looked up at a grinning buddy, and their frowning lawyer. "Don't worry he always thinks out loud. How much Bob?"

"Oh about five thousand dollars kid. I was going to wait till the next trip to pick them up." He looked at the lawyer as he wondered if it would be enough? "Good go get it paid for, and get me the bills. I well work with what you have here, and call you soon."

The two boys raced to the mall, and asked the tool person to fill another order, and when he was done he was wide eyed as he headed to the truck with the pile of goods. He pushed two boys out of the way as he headed for the door, and was yelled at for being rough by both Bob, and Clay. Bob mumbled about canceling both orders as he held out a hand to the two boys.

"Don't do that came from one of the kids. It is our fault for not staying out of the way. He has told us before to stay out of the way of the paying customers. He is one of the good Joes."

Clay stopped to talk to the two boys as the rest of the tools were loaded on the trucks. He heard some of their story, and heard that the tool man had been slipping them food, and letting them sleep in one of the back rooms too.

"Oh shit guys tell me what"s going on here. You guys don't have a home?"

When Bob returned to find his partner he found the three boys setting at the mall food court eating junk food in large quantities. Clay was almost keeping up with the two young kids. Bob looked hard at his partner, and pulled out the note book to cross out the need for help with a grin. He laid the book open on the table, and let Clay see he agreed with his decision to take the two boys home with them.

Clay just nodded his head with out a word. When the meal was done the two young men stood up to extend a hand to the two boys. "Come on guys lets go home."

"Hun home where?"

A grin from Bob as he spoke of living in a mine, and needing some help. "No really guys we have a place out in the wilds, and wondered if you might want to come home with us. It well look like shit for a few days, but we just ordered a pile of shit to make it livable. You can live like Indians for a few days."

"You want in our shorts?"

A giggle from Clay as he pointed at the look on Bob's face. Bob smiled as he pointed at Clay, he owns my dick guys. If he ever turns loose of me you guys might have a chance, but not much of a chance of that."

"Oh okay then, we, me, and Sam are a pair anyway. We don't fool around either."

"It is Sam and me not the other way around, and I'm glad for both of you. I suppose it is why you're on the street." A sad nod as the two boys walked to the trucks. Bob spoke of splitting up, or both in his larger cab. The two boys looked at the older boys and then split up one in each of the trucks. A small radio kept the whole group busy the whole way to the mine. The boys looked around at the bare area, and wondered about how bare it looked. Bob grinned as he handed over the notebook to one of the boys. "Look it over, and if we missed anything let us know." There were comments about some of the items, and the double wide was spoke of as what trailer meant. "Oh that sounds better then what is written here. I guess we should wait till it all gets here to start worrying." The two trucks were soon empty, and the stuff was under cover for the night.

Early the next day a stream of people drove up the short dirt road to the area. The area that was to be used for the trailer was pointed at, and was attacked in mass. A string was placed around a marked area. and cement was poured in place. It was marked, and tie-downs were placed for the trailer when it got there in a few days. The generator was placed near the mine, and a large tank was placed for the gas. Lines were ran to the trailer site, and into the mine. The light set was strung to the head of the mine as the two young men watched them work. Other work was done for them as they watched the place come from torches to the twentieth century over night. The two younger boys were wondering around the grounds while all this was going on. They wondered back at sundown to see much that had changed. "Where is this large trailer you promised us?"

"It well be here in the morning, but it well be a few days before the pad is ready for it." It has to cure before we set it up. There is lots more going on around here. Want to see how we pay for all this junk?"

The two boys were led to the mine head, and watched as the two men dug out a cart load of dirt as they thought of it. A push got the cart started to the mine entrance. A dump of the dirt at the edge of the pond was followed by the slow panning of the gold from the dirt, and stone. Bob spoke of an easier way to get the gold out using mercury to separate the gold out, but pointed out the pond would be dead, and nothing would grow downstream. "We are getting all we need out of the mine, and are living well." The first gleam of gold hooked the boys, and they wanted to go back to get another load of dirt. Bob laughed as he spoke of no need to do that. You guys can help us the next time we go down there, but you're not here to do that type of work."

A few days later the four boys moved into two of the bed rooms, and the place settled down with all the intruders gone from the land as the boys thought of them. A few days of the week were spent working the gold mine, and the rest showing their new sons as the boys called them how to be Indians. They became as tan as Bob, and Clay had over the summer. Nether of the boys were ever asked how they fell thru the cracks. The older boys spoke once in awhile about finding out what had happened to the two young lovers. Bob always shook his head no even if he wanted to know. "No Clay it would be wrong to ask them till they are ready to tell us."

***

Months went by, and as winter set in, the snow drove the group into the mine to dig where it was dry, and warm. The lights made the place easy to work in. No that is the wrong to say it was easy. It made it easer to see, but the work was hard. The older boys had over time decided to save their clothes by working in just a small skin holding their balls, and dick. Bob had made a loin cloth early in their time there, and they found it was the best way to dress while working.

The newer boys at first were distracted by the almost naked bodies, but after having to wash up the pile of clothes soon were ready to get naked as well. Clay chuckled when he spoke to Bob about the way the two of them always seemed to be hard most of the day. Bob grinned back as he said, "well I had the same problem when you were wondering around here looking so sexy."

"Really you had a hard on all the time I was working?"

"Yes, and I hope you don't mind lover."

The soft kiss told him the young man didn't mind, and really loved him. Over the long cold winter the two youngsters opened up to speak of their fathers. Neither had a mother, and the fathers were spoke of with what could be called hate. Bob spoke of real hate, and told how he felt about Clay's step father. There were tears all around as the four boys hugged. Afterwards Sam, and Todd set holding each other as they spoke of meeting in school when they were about six years old. "Our mothers were alive back then, and we all, that is all the members of our family spent our time together." The two spoke of love of family, and their mothers must have known the two boys were fooling around. They spoke of the two mothers dieing in the same car wreck. Tears rolled off the two small faces as they spoke of their fathers turning to drink. "It was like they didn't know we were even there most of the time. If they did think of us it was to beat us silly for intruding." Todd spoke of feeding his small friend as his father never had any food in the house. At least my dad bought some food, but I had to cook it as he was too drunk to do it most of the time. He caught me feeding Sam one day, and called us both queers. I don't know where he got that idea, but he was right."

Clay held out a kind hand to both of the boys as he spoke of love not being wrong. "You loved your mother, and I bet neither of you had ever done anything other then little kid stuff before your father called you queer."

"How did you know that," was asked by Sam. "I just know from the way you kids act. I bet it took him saying that to force you to admit your love."

Two heads nodded happily. The story was continued by the two boys. "Dad ran both of out of the house. He called Sam's father to tell him about us stealing the food out of his mouth as he called it. Well before the week was over with we had both been beat maybe four out of the seven days. We were about ten years old back then. Well we took it till we both just decided it was to hard on our bodies." Sam took up the story as he spoke of ripping off their two drunk fathers. "We waited till payday, and then after they were too drunk to stop us we took all their money, and anything we could sale too."

Two crying boys cried about being thieves. Bob held one boy while his lover held the other. Both were speaking almost the same words. "Sh. guy it is okay. You have dug enough out of this damn hill to pay them back ten times over if you want to."

"Pay them back?"

"Yep, but we well let the lawyer earn his pay for a change. I think he has been lazy since he got the IRS off our backs."

Many a call was made over the next few weeks. The first thing the lawyer asked was the two boys names, full names that is. Sam got on the phone, and was heard saying, "Sam Peters, and Todd's last name is Henderson. We both live on Vine street. Mine is two ten, and his is two eleven. "Yes just across the street. I'm twelve now, and he well be too in two months." There was lots more spoke over the next hour, and the drinking was spoke of with pain by both boys. Bob was last on the phone, and told the man. "Okay you have enough to start checking. I well let you do some work, and let you get back to me with what you find out.

Bob laughed out loud when his friend asked what do you want me to do? "Larry, I don't want the kids hurt. That means you don't leave any trail to us, and we want some control over their lives, so get the goods on the fathers. Oh that tool place at the mall. Speak with the manager about the kids. He should be able to help with the legal side for the kids." Bob answered a call early in the week, and walked outside after the first few words. He came back in to finish his breakfast with out saying much. He shook his head when Clay wanted to know what was wrong?

The two younger boys were sent out to hunt for some fresh food as Bob broke down in tears. "Sam's father is dead. He ran his truck over the same cliff his wife died at. He left a note for Sam, and spoke of being sorry for how he treated him. The police have been looking for the kid as he now owns the house, and has a tidy sum in the bank. That does not feed the kitty as mom always said. You know the kid has to be hurt when he hears his father is dead."

"Oh no when are we going to tell him?"

"I don't know it has to be hard on him, but I don't know if waiting would be right." A scream of pain interrupted the talk as Sam fall into the room. "Oh shit kid you heard?" Todd was holding his young lover at once as he spoke of forgetting something. "We just came up on the porch as you spoke of his father. It took so long for it to sink in. I thought he was going to be okay, and then this!"

"Oh damn kid I wanted to ease into telling you about this. I'm sorry it is no way to find out something like this." A group of people were soon in the small lake. Sam was surrounded by the other three boys placing soap by hand. His lover was holding him so tight he did not place much soap on the boy. Bob was doing most of the talking as Clay touched them all. The cell phone rang on the bank, and Bob floundered to answer it. A gasp as he went under water, and then he blow out water as he said, "what?"

"You want to bring the kids down here in the morning?"

"Why?"

"Well for one thing I need to get you named as guardian for Sam at once, and we need to have a small talk with Todd's father. He needs to sign some papers the sheriff has made out for him. You well have control of Todd free, and clear. Oh the man is going into a drug treatment program, and you're paying the bill. I know you would okay it so I started the process."

"Okay, what time?"

"Early as you can get here."

"We well start late tonight, and stay in town then. Oh by the way the kid loved his father, and might need some nut doctor help."

"You told him then?"

"Nope he heard us talking, and lost it for awhile. We think we have some of it under control for now, but need some back up."

There was a pile of bodies that night as the group held the young boy in their kind arms. Later, much later the boys headed out to the larger truck, and Bob drove off to the not so near-by town. The four boys were met at an all night eating place by Larry Bates, and when one of the boys called him Master Bates he got a strange look in his eyes as he demanded they call him Larry. There were a few giggles as the boys grinned at him, and then Sam teared up again. His young lover held out his arms. Bob slid up behind the boy to add his arms as well. "Ow kid I'm sorry you had to learn of this like you did. I was going to suggest the boys bring you to my office so I could have someone there to ease this for you."

"That is okay Larry. I was with people who love me, and it just hit me I well never see him again." After some legal talk a key was given to Sam, and he was told that the lawyer had the house cleaned up, and stocked with food for them. "Go home son, and get some sleep." A sad crew left the man at the door as they took Sam home for his first time in his own home.

Early the next day a loud knock woke the sleeping boys, and when a sleepy Sam opened the door he saw the sheriff standing there. A hand flew up at the look in the boy's eyes. "At ease son I'm here to get some law junk out of the way. I guess Larry is late as he was going to introduce me. Oh there he is now." Larry drove up, and waved a hand at the kid, and the law man as he climbed out of the car. "Sorry some junk came up. I almost met one of your miter maids on the road over here. You going to fix my ticket if I get one trying to get to our meetings?"

"Hell no. I well tell Steve you called him a miter maid, and watch what he does to you."

A group of boys in shorts was soon watching as the sheriff signed papers, and handed them to Larry. He asked Sam, "you okay with these two boys being in charge of your life?"

"Hell they have saved my life, and what ever they do is okay with me." Todd was looked at, and the man wondered, "you too?"

"Yes that goes for me to." Larry asked the two boys to strip naked as he had heard there might be something to see. The sheriff swore some wild words, and wanted to know who had done this? Todd hung his head, and Bob stood to place an arm around his bare shoulders as he spoke of not going there.

"Lets just get his father in that little home, and sober him up. I don't think we need to get the law involved in any of this if he goes in for the cure."

The man looked hard at the naked boys, and nodded his head, "but I'm going across the street with you guys."

Larry nodded, but asked if he can handle the job?

"Yes, unless he gets nasty."

Todd's father didn't get anything as he was dead drunk. He was woke up after much work, and set down with coffee, and told what he well do by many people. Larry handed him papers to sign, and pointed at the X. The sheriff grinned at how well the man was controlled.

The last paper was handed to the drunk man, and he was told, "okay this one requires you to say some words. Say after me, "I'm going into the Betty Ford home, and well stay there till I am released from there by the law."

"Now sign your name, and go with the law man here." A sad man was led away, and Todd looked around the house wondering what was going to happen to it. Larry told him, "never mind son I well rent it out. It well put some money in his bank account when he gets out. You guys want to keep a few rooms in the other house for when you're in town?"

"Yes we could make it into a duplex."

"Okay we well keep the upstairs for you guys, and rant the rest out. I know a teacher who needs a small place to live, and she can help you guys do some home schooling."

"School!!!!!"

Larry pointed a finger at all four of the boys, and told them to shut up, and think. They did, and Bob was the first to nod his head. "Okay I well get a fucking wire run for power, a computer, and a phone line too. Get her busy testing us all, and we start as soon as it is needed."

The four spent the rest of the day getting piles of junk as Bob called it at the stores, and ordering service to the home. They spent the night in Sam's home, and then visited the school to get the boy's records for the teacher. The young teacher was told, "the house is yours for what she called a pittance. She was told the four boys needed her more then they needed her money. "Look the whole house is yours till such time as we need to stay there for a night, or maybe a few days. Just leave us have two of the bedrooms as our own, and the rest is yours."

This worked out well for the young lady, and the four boys as well. She asked them to let her bring some students into the home when they had problems at home, and was surprised when Bob answered the phone, and only asked how many, and will you be able to feed them? "Well yes with the break you gave me with the house rent I can afford it."

"Like H… Oops I mean heck. You send the bills to our lawyer, and your rent just fell by quite a few points. You are now on our payroll." It was almost five hours later when Bob drove up to the house by himself. He had drove the small pickup in, and knocked softly on the door. Miss Jones answered to see Bob, and wondered what was up.

"Miss Jones, can I call you Jane it does not feel right to use Miss with what I have to tell you?" Bob was soon seated at the kitchen table with a coke in hand as he asked, "what about these kids you are helping, and how bad is it at home?" His head was in his hands as he heard about many kids, and their troubles. After much talk by Jane he opened his eyes, haunted eyes. "Oh Lord why don't kids have any rights. Miss Jane I'm going to tell you four stories with out any names so if anyone asks you can say you don't know a thing."

Bob spoke of his own trip down a dark wet road, and his meeting with Clay. He sort of skipped ahead to a day when Clay asked for his love. He watched the ladies face as he spoke of love. There was no condemnation on her face as she heard of male love. A pause, and then he started another story. Two boys this time losing their mothers at one time. "They lost their fathers to drink at almost the same instant. I'm sure the loss of the wives had lots to do with the fathers drinking, but that does not feed the kittens. You seem to understand that I don't think the two boys really understand what the sex bit is about, but they had to find love with each other. We, my lover, and me are watching them to see if it is forever. We kind of hope it is, but well try to keep their love as brothers if it ever does change."

"Now as for this home for students, if you find a need for more then you can do you just have to yell. I don't know if you know the group of us have no need for money, but that is an understatement. We are all so rich it is a shame. The house across the street can be used if you find a need for more space. If needed we can buy the whole block. Look my lady friend get this going, and we can put in some more trailers out at the mine, and have a summer place for the kids to stay."

Judy was not too sure what was going on till a check book was dropped in her hand, and she was told to fill the place up with kids if there was a need. "I'm a house mother?"

"No you're a caring person, and this town seems to need someone like you. There seems to be a sad lack of caring people. I have a lawyer who cares even if he tries to say it is just the money, and the sheriff is one fine person too. I care, my young lover cares, and you do too. You have helped all of us with this home schooling." There was much talk, and Jane looked up to see two small faces peeking into the kitchen doorway. "Sid, Bill come in to meet Bob."

The two boys were only about seven years old, and Bob was on his knees as soon as he saw their faces. An arm was around each of the small shoulders. "Ow hi guys. I'm Bob. I was just speaking with Miss Jones here about a weekend out at my place someday. I have a nice place in the woods, and a small lake where a boy like you can skinny dip."

"Really?"

"Really!" Two boys were in his lap with an arm around his neck almost at once. "You not feeding these boys Jane?"

"Yes, but I had to start slow. They can't take too much at one time."

"Okay enough said. Look I know a doctor out at the hospital. You take any kid there, and speak my name. He well lose the bill."

"You're too good."

"No I get nasty Jane, very nasty. When I first saw Clay's back I wanted to do some damage to his step father. He is lucky he went to jail for what he did to his own son."

"He hurt his son too?"

"Yes a man I hired told me what happened. Why don't you two go play on the porch while I talk to Miss Jones."

After the boys walked out the door Bob spoke of the man finding his son playing with himself, and going off his nut as Bob called it. He was called a queer for doing what all boys do, and almost killed. His step mother had called the police when she saw the damage being done. "I am glad she thought about his son even if she never thought about Clay. Much was said that day, and the lady spoke of keeping it down to just kids in real need for awhile. Bob looked at her, and asked, "you think a few ladies who get beat up might need a safe place, and some place to work?"

"You think they would like to help with the kids?"

"Yep, and we can help them as well. Go ahead, and check what is needed. Oh by the if we take in some women in need we need a man around the place to keep them safe."

"A guard?"

"Yep people who beat wives, and girl friends might think you're easy. I would not trust them to be kool."

"How did you get so smart so young?"

Bob looked sad as he spoke of his lover, and the two boys. "Come out some time when we are swimming, and I well give you a tour of their bodies. You won't like the tour."

A day later with Larry's help the home is well on it's way to being a real home. Bob had told the lady to use their rooms if needed. He headed back home with a smile on his face. The smile grew as he got out of the truck to be enveloped in a pair of arms. A quick turn, and he kissed Clay with passion. A soft word told him they had the place to themselves as the two younger boys had taken a bedroll, and left for the night. The two set in front of the fireplace watching the fire. The two boys spoke softly about what Bob had been doing, and even softer about being apart. Then the words stopped as their lips were busy. Their clothes malted away in front of their hot hands. Well it seemed that way.

The night went fast, or was that slow. The two lovers could not tell as they were not really all there. Their bodies were there, but their minds floated far away. The lips were there, the hands were there, but the minds were not really there. Some things were said. Most spoke of love. Clay set up as the sun intruded, and spoke of how much had been done for him by his lover. Bob held his hands as he spoke of all that had been done for him. He held the boy tight as he asked, "can I ask your mother, and step brother to move into Sam's house?" He felt Clay stiffen, and said, "think my love. They had it bad too. It would be nice if they could see you have forgiven them. It also well give you a chance to go home again."

"Never this is my home, and I never want to see them without your hand on my shoulder."

"We can work on that if you really need it."

Later in the day two young boys knocked on the door to be told to stop being smart asses. "Come on in guys it's your home too. Thanks for letting us have the place last night. I think you're going to get left alone from now on if one of us has to go some where. It does not feel too good to be apart." A small grin from Sam as he said, "you guys are not the only ones that are in love. We spent the night talking."

"Yeah we both decided this was not a kid thing, you know puppy love. We is a pair forever."

"Good for you guys. We sort of hoped so, but also wanted you to have the brotherly love left if it ever came to a parting of the ways."

A four way hug said more then they spoke. A call to ask the lawyer to set up a home for Clay's mother, and brother was made. He was told to use Todd"s home, and it would be used for overflow from Judy's place if needed. Clay softly said, "don't mention me." Bob told the man to do it that way for now. They spoke about much, and then four boys set down on the couch to speak, and maybe nap away the day. All of them had an arm around someone else. Most of it was not sex, just being there for each other. Late in the day the four walked around pointing out where a new trailer could be placed so it would not be in the way. Sam grinned as he asked if it was just to get rid of the kids as he grinned at his lover. "No way guys you stay in your own bedrooms unless we get too loud for you." Giggles as grunting noises were heard from more then one person. Bob blushed as he heard some sounds he know he had made often.

He spoke a few words of endearment he had heard from the other room, and saw the two boys blush in turn. The boys all grinned as they said it was cute. As the sun set the four boys thought about the past, and the future as well. Bob asked the rest if he had done right, and if they minded anything he had decided on his own? "No way Bob. If you had asked us we would have all said go ahead." Clay kissed him, and whispered, "you're right about mom. I love her, but my brother better get some couth." A grin as the four boys watched the sun set behind the mountain. The day had been long, and they wondered into their bedrooms as they thought about what was coming in the next day, week, year, heck the rest of their life. They pulled the covers back, and some strange sounds were heard from both bedrooms. It is to be hoped the same sounds would be heard every night for all those years.

The End

Yours Jack
Or Jack off as I'm prone to say.