An unexpected side trip

by votdat

Tyler was ferrying a small airplane between Australia and Hawaii. Problems with the plane caused him to make an unscheduled stop on a small island, launching a series of events he certainly wasn’t expecting.

This all starts out with me flying a small plane. A friend asked me to ferry a private twin engine aircraft to Hawaii from Australia. It had auxiliary fuel tanks in place of the rear seats. Survival supplies and myself. I was on the long leg from US Samoa to Hawaii, with a carefully planned fuel and rest stop in between on very small island in a very large ocean. I could have done it nonstop. But I would have very little fuel in reserve when I landed. Plus flying for 14+ hours straight is stupid. Lindbergh I’m not. Overall, things had been going well.

I was few hours out of my fueling and rest break and quite a few more hours southwest of Hawaii. Comfortably running a several hours ahead of a large, not yet tropical, storm system that was supposed to track “mostly” south of me. Annoyingly, the prevailing winds had carried me about 100 miles off of my planed course. I still had more than enough fuel to safely get to my destination. I had GPS navigation and high enough altitude to have radio but no radar contact with air traffic control. Plus, a satellite phone and handheld comm radio for paranoia purposes. I could only imagine Amelia Earhart and others like her with the technology they had doing a similar flight.

The little internal monologue voice in the back of my head. That one a majority of us have. Some of us don’t have it. That one that asks if you locked the door to your home when you are 2 miles away, said: “That’s a cheerful example. Your route hadn’t been too far from hers until you blew off course.”

“Shaddup!” I said to the cockpit.

Always desperate for something to look at, I was amazed at the number of uncharted shallow atolls, coral reefs and tiny islands that could suddenly appear out of “nowhere” in some areas of the Pacific. This area being no exception.

All was great until one engine started running rough and getting rougher. “Wonderful. Now what?” I played with several things and concluded I might have some spark plug fouling. I started looking closer at some of those tiny places with binoculars. As time passed the engine got worse. Finally, I was pleasantly surprised to find a very small half green island with what appeared to be an honest to gosh short airstrip taking up about one third of it. I turned the plane to get a closer look. The runway was marked closed but appeared to be intact from my altitude. There appeared to be a hangar at the end and at least one other small multi story building nearby. I thought: “This is almost too good to be true.” The little voice said: “Probably is.” I growled: “So, do you have any better ideas?” Silence. “Thought so.”

I called the aircraft owner on the sat phone. It went instantly to message. Not surprising. This friend never answers his phone and can take days to check messages. I got the beep: “Hey! This is Tyler! Your friend with your airplane. Thought I should let you know. I’m a few hours out of Hawaii. Got one engine running rough. Getting ready to land on a small uncharted island in the middle of nowhere. If I get down in one piece, get the engine fixed, survive the oncoming storm and successfully take off. I’ll see you in 2-3 days. If I don’t, send search and rescue. Oh yeah, almost forgot. The coordinates are: [removed by me]. Catch you later maybe. Bye!” and cut the connection. Teach him to never answer. I then turned the phone off for the landing because I didn’t need the possible distraction.

I contacted Air Traffic Control. I also ended up also communicating with a couple commercial airliners that were barely in range who heard my plight. Told them about the engine problems. That I would be dropping out of radio contact. Gave them the GPS coordinates of where I was trying to land. I offered to give them a 30 second ELT burst at the top of the hour if they wanted to know if I landed safely. They said sure. Finally, asked that if they did not hear from me after that in 24-48 hours to send out search and rescue. They wished me well, gave me an updated weather report, said they’d contact customs in HI for me. Then, I started my decent. I was able to keep in contact with the airliners slightly longer than I could with ATC. At least people knew where I was. Unlike Amelia and Fred.

The landing was “sporting” due to debris on the runway. So, it wasn’t my most stellar landing by a long shot. More luck than skill. But I got the plane down in one piece and taxied it to the hanger. I was very happy I didn’t see any witnesses.

I shut down the plane and crawled out. A short distance away was a four-story office style building. It had small windows and heavy concrete construction to survive tropical storms. Like the hangar, it was constructed a few feet higher than the surrounding ground to help protect it from any storm surge. The hanger itself had concrete wall construction and a metal roof. It looked pretty intact.

I sent out the ELT burst. Then, I walked over to the human door and found it unlocked. I went in and tried to turn on the lights and open the hanger doors. “No power,” I said to the building. “Not surprised.” I was able to open the doors manually. Went back to the plane. Started the good engine, got the plane rolling, got it just outside the door, shut it down and coasted it into the hangar. Got back out of the plane. Then took a closer look inside of the hanger in better light.

As I looked around I was surprised by several things. I said to the building, “Wow! It almost looks like they just walked away from this place. If those toolboxes have anything in them fixing this engine will be a heck of a lot easier.” After a long pause, I voiced what little voice was whispering to me: “Unfortunately, this entire situation is starting to look like nearly every variant of a deserted island adventure / horror story I’ve ever heard of. Complete with idiot plots.” I paused a couple beats. “Thank you brain! You can shut up now!”

I walked over to one of the larger toolboxes, opened a few well stocked drawers, and found the tools I needed to start the process. I froze as the lizard part of my brain whispered that someone might be staring at the back of my head. I said in a loud voice, “Hi! Is there anyone out there?”

I stayed frozen for a moment longer when I heard a male voice: “Hello. Can I help you, sir?”

Both I and the little voice thought: “All right! Cue ominous music,” as I turned towards the voice. In the far corner of the hanger, stood a young man in one-piece grey coveralls. The arms and legs were obviously several inches short on him. I could see what looked like a company logo on the chest I couldn’t identify from that distance. He was wearing well-worn work boots with no laces. It looked like his feet barely fit in them.

There was no window or entrance over there I could see. I thought: “I’ll bet a week’s pay he wasn’t standing there before.” He started walking towards me. “Uh, yeah,” I said. “My car broke down and I was wondering if I could use your telephone?” He looked slightly puzzled. I smiled. “Never mind. Bad joke. I was having engine problems. I think fouled spark plugs. This was the only obvious place I could find to land around here. If it is the plugs, I’m hoping to pull them, clean them up, go on my way and stop intruding on you and yours.”

As he got closer I could see that he was probably in his early 20’s. Shoulder length brown hair. Average looking, light skinned, maybe Eastern European with some Middle Eastern mix. Around 6’ 6”-ish (198 cm). No idea of weight under those coveralls. But I could tell he had broad shoulders and a deep chest. He said: “I heard you flying around up there. Your engines sounded pretty rough. Glad you were able to find a place to land. What were you doing in a plane like that this far out?”

I told the story of what I was up to. I added how air traffic control knew where I was and were sending out search and rescue if they didn’t hear from me in a day or two. He nodded. I held out my hand and said: “I’m Tyler.”

He took my hand, shook it and said: “I’m Cory. Pleased to meet you, sir.”

I explained to him what I planned to do. Cory then offered to hand me tools and play gopher. I accepted.

I pulled the first plug, inspected it and said, “Yep, lead fouling. Better remember to use that tank of fuel last when I leave. I should probably pull the plugs on both engines and clean them up. Just in case.” I showed him what the plug looked like and what you needed do to clean them.

Over the next couple hours we talked as we cleaned and replaced plugs. I probably could have done it in half the time, but the conversation and some Murphy issues slowed me down. The other engine was showing signs of fouling. But not as bad. We talked about a range of things. Cory said he lived as a caretaker here. We talked about fishing. He does a lot of it here to kill time. I occasionally fish just to torture the worms, drink, and socialize with my friends. Most of his questions were about what had been happening in the world over the last few years. It seems his means of contact with the outside world broke down a couple years ago and they keep forgetting to send him a replacement. While I never served, I could also tell from the yes sirs, no sirs and general stance that he probably had some military background.

It was mid to late afternoon and overcast when I got the cowlings back on the aircraft. I turned towards Cory, shook his hand again and thanked him profusely for his help and hospitality. Then mentioned that I should probably go ahead and get out of his hair. Before the weather got worse. Cory looked out of the hanger and replied: “Tyler, It looks like the leading edge of the squall is practically here. It’s late afternoon. You will be flying at night with no sleep and at least one tank of suspect gas. There are extra rooms here if you want to crash for the night and you can leave in daylight after the main squall passes.”

I was about to say: “No, that’s okay,” until I saw a momentary flash of hope, or maybe desperation, in his eyes. I realized: “This kid’s been alone out here for a while with no outside contact other than me. Providing a few hours of social interaction and relief is the least I can do for him.” The little voice said: “Spending the night in the castle during the storm, eh?” I audibly sighed at the voice and looked at Cory. “You make several good points I can’t argue with. I also have a case of get-there-itis. Let me grab my backpack, food and other stuff. I don’t want to impose on your supply. Heck! Dinner’s on me. I have enough food both of us for 2 to 3 days.” I asked him to help me spin the plane around to where it faced the doors. We then closed the hangar doors, exited the hangar and walked to the building.

The building was dry and sealed. It had that smell of must and general lack of recent occupation. He showed me a room with a dresser and a couple bunks on the third floor where I dropped my stuff off. We had a good meal of somewhat fresh sandwiches, fresh fruit and canned stuff as the wind picked up and the rain started outside. Followed up by a beer each. He seemed to enjoy it all immensely. We played cards by solar-powered lantern. Finally, I stood up, said I had a long day and should probably call it a night. Cory said he should do the same.

I went to my room. Laid a large garbage bag from my backpack over the musty mattress, my sleeping bag and pillow over that. Stripped down to my underwear and tee shirt. Closed the door, locked it, and stuck a chair under the doorknob. Just in case. Not that I thought it would do any good if my annoying little voice was actually right about anything. But at least it would give me warning. I think I fell asleep pretty quickly.

I bolted straight up out of bed to a loud scream through the closed door that drowned out the storm outside. Followed by fainter, anguished, incomprehensible words. I glanced at my watch. I had probably only been asleep for 2-3 hours. I grabbed my “resisting arrest special” flashlight, slipped on my shoes, ignored the little voice, opened the door and cautiously followed the sounds of the sobbing down the pitch black hallway.

I stopped outside the completely dark room. Not shining my light into it. “Cory. Are you okay?”

No reply. Waited a few seconds and repeated myself. He sniffed and said: “Sorry. Bad dream.”

I replied: “Do you want to talk about it?” No reply. “Light,” I said as I shined my light, aimed very low into the room. For a moment I was struck speechless.

Cory was nude. Sitting on the edge of his bunk. Facing away from the door. His light skin glowed with a sheen of sweat and a light coating of body hair. His elbows were on his knees and his head in his hands. I could see a thickly muscled back. Wide lats that tapered to a narrow waist I’d guess was around half the diameter of his chest. His traps nearly hid his neck from the rear. I am lousy at estimating sizes but I’d say his upper arms were around the mid 20 some inches (51 cm) around un-flexed. His forearms were at least in the high teens. All with practically no visible body fat. Everything was proportional and well defined. Even with some loose skin here and there.

Now I am a 50 ish, closeted bi, who for very good reasons plays straight. I like looking at fit men and women of practically every body type, of any age. Whether I am attracted long term to someone or not is affected by several things. If there isn’t much in the ‘head’ or in the ‘heart’ behind any looks or nice body they have, it’s all just eye candy. Narcissists need not apply. I also believe it’s creepy to be going out with anyone considerably less than half your age. Finally, I had never before been initially attracted to, or really got into the very heavily muscled bodybuilder type, much less young ones. Until this instant that is.

I finally caught up with myself. “Are you sure? Sometimes it helps if you can talk these things out. I’ve been told I make a pretty decent bartender or priest.” Pause. “Might not have another opportunity for a while.”

After a few moments he lifted one hand in a come in gesture, then said: “You will probably come to regret that offer, sir.”

“Well, I guess I’ll be the judge of that”. I sat down on the other side of the bunk behind him at a 90degree angle to his back. I put my closest hand on top of his shoulder with my forearm lying down his back. I felt his traps and back relax some. Then I waited for about half a minute.

Then in a bright sing song voice: “So, in the beginning….” I felt him twitch as he stifled a chuckle. That was a good sign.

Cory started speaking. “Around 30 years ago the [name removed] company built this place so they would have a private place no one knew about to do biomedical research”.

I replied: “Something like that usually isn’t good.” The little voice was screaming “I told you so! Good to meet you, Dr Moreau!” My mind snapped back. “Shaddup! It’s not that bad yet.”

Cory Nodded and continued: “In short. About 22 years ago I was” (finger air quotes) “‘born here’. The company was contracted to produce a super-soldier prototype. I was supposed to be it. When I was 15 the project was canceled because the experiment was considered an expensive failure that exceeded its cost-to-benefit ratio.”

My little voice said: “Yet!” I accidently vocalized my mental answer of: “Sssssssh—” then quickly continued with: “That sucks. They may not have gotten the results they wanted but I can’t see how anyone could see you as a failure. You are who you are. No more, no less. It isn’t your fault you wound up who where and what you are.”

I stood up, walked around the bed. Sat down beside him and stretched to put my arm over his shoulder. Then I had to work once again to keep my mouth from dropping open. Mr. lousy estimates was guessing his chest had to be about 65 inches (165 cm) plus. With deeply rounded striated pecs. A deeply ridged 8 pack. Maybe 36 inch (92cm) plus thighs? Hard to tell as they were flattened out on the mattress. I could easily tell his uncut penis was obviously nowhere near excited. But it was still close to 6 inches (15 cm) or more long and maybe 8-10 inches (20-25 cm) in circumference. I couldn’t see his testicles due to his thighs and cock.

Cory looked at me: “I assume you can see why I they considered me a failure sir?”

I sighed: “I still don’t see you as a failure, but I can possibly see some reasons why the specs were off.”

Cory snorted and looked at me: “A special ops type soldier is supposed to be fast, strong, agile. Check! But, they must also be capable of blending in. Staying and looking unremarkable, unnoticed and not drawing attention. Being smart. But, not smart enough to ask too many questions. You’re not going to find much of any of that last stuff here, sir,” he added, as he patted his chest. He looked away to the wall.

I couldn’t disagree with his assessment of being noticeable. They blew that big time. In more ways than one. While I wanted to ask what they thought might have gone wrong. I’d save that question for later. I figured instead to ask the critical question of the new day. “So. Where is everyone else and why are you still here?”

He sat silent for over a minute. I patiently waited. “When I was 15, a corporate plane landed. Normally we got a company jet or cargo plane about every 3 to 5 months, give or take. This was an unannounced special trip. Everyone on the island was called in for a mandatory meeting.” Long pause. “No one on the island at that meeting left it alive.”

The sudden realization and sadness I felt had to be evident on my face for what this 15-year-old kid had apparently gone through. “Why weren’t you in there?”

He shrugged. “I know at least a few of the people here figured the project was coming to an end. Some of them told me not to attend. I think they were probably wanting to break the news to me in their own way. I’m figuring they weren’t expecting the employee severance method they used.” He paused again and sniffed as a couple more tears fell.

“I found out seven months later at least one person was more aware than the others. I think it had to be one or more of the Samoan and Pilipino maintenance guys. I found an official certified birth certificate, Social Security card wallet, and passport for me. They were issued around 9 months before it all happened. They were hidden in an envelope, buried in the maintenance files of the physical plant behind this building. “

“I have no idea how anyone managed to arrange those. Or, even succeeded in, or even thought it was a good idea, to smuggle them onto the island. Much less any sane plan there may have been to get me out of here undetected.” Long pause as he smiled wistfully at the memories. “They were great to me. They taught me everything I needed to know about mechanics, electronics, everything, to fix anything on the island and more. They even ordered me several sets of my own coveralls. I was wearing one of the remaining ones today. I think they got in a little trouble for that. They didn’t care though.”

I thought: “Ohhhhh! I can easily see all that happening. Yes indeed!”

He continued: “I’m also glad the kitchen also regularly ordered way too much canned food for the cafeteria. It has come in handy over the years.”

At that point I finally made a few connections in my mind. “Dammit! I’m usually better than this! I’m getting way too slow in my dotage.”

Cory continued: “I was outside, between here and the lab building, when I heard the gunfire inside this building. So, I took out two of the off-island security people before they could react, grabbed their weapons and barricaded myself in the lab building on the opposite end of the island. I managed to sneak out of it and hide before they blasted it down to the foundation. You probably saw the remains of it when you landed?”

I sheepishly shook my head. “I didn’t notice it. I was too busy watching the runway.”

He nodded. “Makes sense. They spent over a week or so here cleaning out all the research connected to me and the personal effects of the people who lived here. They left everything else. They also kept looking for me the whole time.”

“Even though there was a lot of my DNA in that lab building to find, they obviously couldn’t find any bits of me. They wanted solid proof I was no longer alive. I was almost discovered a couple times before they gave up and left. They still would randomly come back about 1 or 2 times a year and search. That finally stopped about 5 years ago. I assume I was successful in not leaving evidence I was alive. I’ve never assumed they’ve stopped looking though, and still try to minimize my footprint here.”

Cory stood up. I joined him, turned and gave him a large long hug. He reciprocated. My 5’10” (178 cm) tall frame put the top of my head at the tip his chin and my crotch near the tip of his cock. As the hug was ending, much to my annoyance, my cock started reacting in my shorts. I shifted my hips slightly back from him so I’d break contact, hoping he didn’t notice. He had started to break the hug but he loosened it instead and put his hands behind my lower back. I put my hands on his forearms. He gave me a grateful smile. “I’m honored you like something about a freak like me.”

I thought: “Sigh. He noticed. Who knows how this is going to end up.” I shrugged, smiled and told less than the full truth: “You are a smart, articulate young man with a good personality who doesn’t seem full of himself. Other than being young enough to be my kid, what’s not to like?”

He gave me a big smile. “Thank you. I like you too. You are kind, open, willing to listen and you certainly aren’t too bad looking either.”

I thought: “Not too bad looking? You have been alone for too long!” I have a pretty run of the mill face. Hair half black and grey. I run about 250 pounds (113kg). People usually put me around 30 pounds (13 kg) lighter if I’m dressed. I still have a decent amount of muscle mass at my age. I don’t have a pot belly but have always ran on the chunky side. So I seldom go shirtless. Even alone. Barely with my Doctor. It is one of my few vanities. I simply have a more or less even layer of fat that leaves less of a hint of what muscle definition I have each passing year.

My cock, however, didn’t want to listen to me and stop. It kept right on growing. There at least, I’m on the high end of average with a length just short of 7 inches (18 cm) measured from the top. With an about average circumference just short of 5 inches (13 cm) and cut. I said: “So, Cory. Are you straight, gay or bi?”

He shrugged and we locked eyes. As he started speaking I felt his cock starting to throb against mine. “Bi. I guess. I like everyone equally. Don’t really know though. Since I’m still a virgin. Probably always will be.”

Something in my face made him raise his eyebrows. “Of course I am!” He looks down at his cock. “There is no way I’ll probably ever have anything resembling normal sex with a normal human being with this silly thing.” Then looks me in the eye. “Besides, even if I could safely physically do it, who was I going to have sex with on this island? Plus, that’s one of the last things I wanted on camera! Having them occasionally catching me jacking off was bad enough! They kept wanting to collect samples.”

I realized he had a point. Anyone on this island who wasn’t his ‘family’ was ‘studying him’. Plus. I’ll bet ‘fraternizing with the experiment’ would have probably been career ending. At the minimum. We stayed in contact. He stopped talking and I stayed silent. But we kept staring into one another’s eyes.

His ‘silly thing’ though was becoming quite evident to me. In the minute we stood there I had to spread my legs slightly to make room as it grew. By the time it was threatening to lift me off of the ground it was probably around 19 to 21 inches (48-53 cm) long measured from the top and about 14” (35 cm) in circumference. His testicles were each about the size of a racquetball.

I stepped back and looked down at the mass below me. “How do you even have enough blood to inflate it?”

He shrugged and replied, “I do, but I can occasionally get woozy if I’m not careful.”

“I can believe that,” I said as I used both of my hands to shuck my shorts and step out of them. Then, I put one hand on the middle of his cock to push it down to fully straddle it. It didn’t move. I blinked and paused for a moment. Then, I applied a respectable amount of force to lower it. I put both hands around his waist to help pull myself the rest of the way on and next to him. That took a lot more than I expected to move his cock. Just what all is Cory capable of? I started to wonder. Some of the possible answers scared me. But fortunately for me, not enough to kill the mood.

I stretched my head up and started kissing his chin. He lowered his head and we started kissing properly. Then I started moving my hips in and out, while again using a surprising amount of force to squeeze his cock between my legs. He reached for my T shirt. I released my grip on his waist and raised my arms as he pulled it off. He started to lightly rub my back and buttocks. My cock rode on top of Cory’s. The tip buried itself in his pubic hair tickling it as the head bounced off of his lower abs with each stroke.

As we continued kissing I started moving my tongue towards his open mouth. Tickling his teeth. He raised his eyebrows and started to tentatively reciprocate. We started doing a delicate dance with each other at the edges of our mouths. We continued to explore each other’s bodies with our hands.

I started moving my hips faster. We stopped kissing and he let out a low moan. I sped up my motion. I could tell he was close to climax. A few seconds later the rubbing on my back stopped. The pressure on my back started getting harder. Suddenly, much harder. He pushed my chest against his and nearly all of the air out of my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. My rib cage felt tighter than it ever had before in my life. I instinctively made a gasping whimper of pain with the last bit of my air being pushed out. Just before it felt like my ribs were starting to shift. I started pounding the sides of his waist. He instantly released the pressure and dropped his arms. I took a quick gasp of air, coughed, inhaled and then looked up into Cory’s face.

He was staring at me. Wide eyed. A look of shocked horror frozen on his face. He whispered: “If you hadn’t stopped me… so close…I almost…. Oh god I’m so sorry!”

I gave him a comforting smile: “I’m okay, Cory. We are still both learning. It’s okay.” His face remained frozen. I put both hands gently on both sides of his head, stood on tiptoes and gently kissed him on the nose. I repeated “I’m okay. It’s okay.”

His cock was deflating out from under me as he kept repeating “I’m so sorry” and I kept repeating “It’s okay.” We stood there and I gently hugged him for several minutes. Meanwhile my little voice is yelling. Calling me all sorts of things. Questioning my carelessness, intelligence, sanity, and parentage. I couldn’t argue with any of it.

We finally stepped slightly apart. I think Cory wanted to break contact, but I kept hold of his forearms. After a moment. He raised his arms and lightly gripped my forearms. “Feeling better now?”

He shook his head. “I can’t believe I lost control like that,” he said in an anguished voice.

I gave him a small smile. “Well. You wouldn’t be the first human to lose control in the throes of passion. Nor the last. To maintain control during sex can take time and practice. From what you have told me, this is the first time you’ve done anything with anyone. Right?” Cory nodded. “So yes, a mistake was made. By both of us. Repeat. Both… of… us. You, made a mistake. On the sole fault of lack of experience. My mistake was bigger than yours. I should have fully realized the possibility of this happening, considering what you have told me. I should not have gotten myself into the physical position of possibly getting trapped without an escape route. This was much more my fault than yours. You don’t need to apologize for what happened to me. I need to apologize to you for putting you in that situation. I’m sorry.”

He looked doubtful but did relax slightly when he finally realized I really wasn’t upset with him. “Do you want to keep going?” I gently asked.

He quietly replied: “Can we try something else? Something that might be safer for you?”

“Sure!” I cheerfully replied, hoping to get his mind away from where I figured it probably was.

He sat down on the bed, looked at me and said: “I’m going to lift you up. Okay?” I nodded. He put his hands on both sides of my hips and lifted me above his head like I wasn’t there. “Put your legs over my shoulders.” I complied. He sat me down on his shoulders with my cock in his face. My butt partially resting on his pectorals. Then moved his hands to the small of my back. I had a fairly stable seat.

After about 10 seconds, he took a deep inhale through his nose. “Wow! You smell good!”

“Thank you,” I answered. Interesting! That is something I’ve heard from a couple ladies I’ve been physically “close” to who were into me. But this was the first time I’ve ever heard it from a man. I’ve heard all sorts of things about pheromones in the animal kingdom and such. But I never put too much stock into it with humans. Since our noses supposedly have such a limited range. Who knows though? Maybe Cory’s range is wider? I reached below me and started playing with his nipples. They were erect almost instantly.

He opened his mouth and started playing with my cock with his tongue. Occasionally putting his lips round it and moving his head in and out to stroke it. Along with pulling some light suction. I was hard in about 3.6 seconds. Sadly for me, I blew my load into his mouth in probably less than two minutes. I’m proud to say I usually last much longer than that!

As my cock started to shrink I looked down: “You are great at that! Thank you!”

Cory gave me a mischievous smile. “Well, that is the one thing I do have practice at.”

I pursed my lips and did a bobbing ‘Okay, makes sense to me’ head nod. I glanced down behind me and saw he was fully hard again.

“Do you want to try again where we left off?” He looked doubtful. I persisted because I didn’t want him to internalize the scare he had any more than what he already had: “We were enjoying it. Plus we know what to do differently this time. Right?”

He thought for a few moments, then nodded. I swung my leg off his shoulder and got off of him, standing beside him on the mattress as he stood up. I stepped down onto the floor and into, something wet. It appeared to be about a 10” (25 cm) diameter pool of what looked to be precum from our previous attempt. “Egad!” I thought. “Even his prostate is in hyperdrive.”

Cory stood and I slipped myself back on top of his cock and clamped back on. I put my hands on the side of his upper waist and started moving my body in and out. Cory kept his hands off of me. After a couple minutes I guided his hand to the left side of my waist for support as I kept my right hand on his waist. I stretched up my head and started kissing Cory on his lips. As we kissed, I reached back with my left hand and slipped my index finger between the glans and foreskin. Using his slow steady stream of precum as a lubricant I slowly circled my finger inside the foreskin and around his head, occasionally stopping to gently massage the frenulum. Cory reached down with his other hand and used a finger to gently stroke my surprising to me, already hard cock.

After about 10 minutes of experimentation, I sped up my hip movement. Less than a minute later he dropped his arms to his sides. Balled his fists and stood up on tiptoes as veins popped and every visible strand of muscle in his body tensed. Then Cory let out a gasp and a look of bliss crossed his face. I felt a surge and a bounce between my legs as he came. I felt what I figure were at least a dozen squirts. It sounded like the first two or three shots may have hit the wall, about 2 to 3 feet (60-90cm) behind me. I was facing the wrong way to see. Nothing would surprise me at this point.

Even though he had quit shooting, he was still quite hard several minutes later when we quit kissing and hugging. I slipped myself off of him. “So, when does it go down?”

Cory shrugged. “If I stop thinking about it, it will shrink. Otherwise it could stay hard for quite a while.”

“Next question: For quite a while? Out of blatant curiosity. How long before you can climax again?”

He thought for a moment. “Well, it can take as long as a half hour.”

I had to stop and process that one. “As long as a half hour?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed.

“Alrighty then!” I quipped.

Cory unfocused his eyes for a moment. Then said: “Helicopter.”

. . Caution: This chapter contains graphic violence toward individuals. If you want to avoid this content, skip to Part 3.

I looked confused and started listening. About 15 seconds later I could hear it too through the storm. “Who the heck would desperate or insane enough be out here in the middle of nowhere in this storm?” I asked as the only logical answer came to me before I finished speaking. “Crap! It’s them! Has to be!”

Cory looked at me with suspicion. “You told them we were here.”

“Whoa!” I thought. “Wrong thought path there. We don’t have time for this.”

I looked at Cory and said in a calm firm voice: “I didn’t tell them you were here. They are obviously monitoring this island. You yourself even think so. That is the reason you never go outside unless it is overcast. I’ll bet you don’t even go out at night because you think they have satellite capability.”

He gave me a surprised: “How do you know that?” look. I ignored it and continued. “Even though they haven’t visited the island for years actively looking for you. You are still prepared for a visit from them.” Our thoughts were interrupted by clap of thunder that exploded nearly on top of us. Followed a few seconds later by the sounds of increasing engine power. Then a series of distant obvious crashing noises.

I started putting on my tee shirt and shorts. “It is obvious they have resources nearby. Most helicopters don’t have long legs. 200 to 350 nautical miles (370-650 km). So, either another island. Not likely. Or more likely, a ship with a helipad on it. I have no idea why it took their chopper so long to get here after me. Maybe the ship was out of position for some reason. The storm slowed them down. Who knows? They obviously monitor the aircraft and shipping frequencies for anyone who may notice this little out of the way paradise. From what you say, they probably make sure anyone who knows about this place never has a chance to talk about it. They probably heard my broadcasts to ATC, knew I had probably successfully landed and were coming for me. Not you. Again, they probably think you are long gone. Now it sounds like they may have crashed. I just don’t know what took them so long.” He stood there looking at me, with a look of uncertainty and confusion.

I turned to leave the room. “I don’t know about you but, if there are any survivors, I need to do what I can to keep them away from that airplane. Or we are all screwed!” I jogged to my room. Finished dressing and quickly and carefully went down the stairs to the first floor. I got to the front door of the building and cautiously looked out of the window. The rain was falling hard, almost sideways in fact.

Out towards the middle of the runway to my right, behind the palm trees, I could dimly see a small fire burning. I looked to the left towards the hanger. The light from the fire was pretty faint at that range but I could see what might be one person slowly moving towards the hangar. A close lightning flash gave me a better picture. It was a person in body armor, trying to do a tactical move with a pronounced limp. They had a rifle of some sort and a helmet with I think may have been night vision gear.

Unfortunately, the person was about 25 to 30 feet (7-10 m) from the hangar. I did the only thing I could. I opened the door, stepped into the frame and yelled at the top of my lungs: “Hey! Hi! I’m over here! Boy am I glad to see you! Are you okay?” The person stopped. I started to spin and drop as they pivoted, raised the rifle to their shoulder, and fired a burst towards the doorway.

I heard the buzzing sound of bullets hitting the metal door and frame. I also heard and felt flying concrete chips above my head. I felt something burning along the length of my upper right arm as I slammed into the tile floor and slid a short distance. I twisted myself around. I could barely see the top of the head of the person in the next lightning flash. He started slowly moving towards the building as I swept my foot to slam the door shut. “Okay,” I muttered quietly to myself. “The plane’s hopefully safe for now. Now what Dr. Einstein?”

As I finished that thought I heard: “Tyler!”—a hoarse whisper in the pitch blackness of the foyer. “You idiot! Are you okay?”

I felt my right arm. I felt a hole in the shirt but didn’t feel anything sticky. “Yeah. Think I got a friction burn from a bullet though.”

Cory growled: “You’re right. You aren’t bleeding. That was one of the stupidest things I’ve ever seen. What the hell were you thinking?”

My thoughts skid sidways for a moment. “Wait, he can see me? Oh yeah. Nevermind.” I grinned at where I figured his face was and whispered, “It was exactly the thing the average poor shub stuck here might have done if they didn’t know better. Unlike them, I knew enough to react in time. Barely. He’s quick. Maybe the plane is safe for now. Could there be more than one of them?”

As I got up on my hands and knees I felt Cory slip past me along the wall, peek out the window, and lock the door. “I don’t think so. SOP should have at least two people approach the building. Covering each other. Maybe if only two people thought they had two targets, they might split. No, I think he’s the only one moving right now.”

“Good!” I replied. “Now what do we do with him?”

I heard a touch of humor in Cory’s whisper. “Well, as you said, he doesn’t know I exist. So you get to play the bait and I get to play the trap.”

I replied in a droll whisper, “Charming! You’ve probably been waiting for the last 55 seconds to say that! Okay. He obviously has body armor, automatic weapons and what looks like night vision. Who knows what else? Any ideas?”

Cory, still with a touch of humor, whispered, “I have one. Probably not the best one. But it’s the one we have time for.”

Once you enter the building through the front door, you walk into an 8 to 10 ft (2.5-3 m) wide, about 14’ (4.5 m) deep foyer with chairs along one side. On the far wall, was an elevator door. The hallway ran to the left and right. There was a mechanical room door and a stairwell door to the right of the elevator. To the left of the elevator was a set of restrooms. I crawled along the floor around the corner to the right, leaving an obvious damp trail in the dust. I left no tracks towards the stairs or mechanical room. I stood and went down the hall past several doors. I partially opened a couple random ones on the way. Then stepped around the corner where the hall turned to the left and stopped. There I held a fire extinguisher in the ready position with my resisting arrest special in the other hand.

Less than a minute later, I heard the sound of the front door being unlocked and opened. After a few moments I heard him open what I guessing was the first closed door down the hall. While I thought he was starting to check the second or third room, I let out a loud, to me, unmuffled hiccup. I started to cautiously, for me anyway, backing down the hallway in retreat and gave a second muffled hiccup.

I could hear him quickly limping down the hallway towards the corner. As he approached it I heard a short series of sounds. Too short to be called a scuffle. Then the sound of something hitting the floor. Cory called out from around the corner. “All clear, Tyler!” I started moving forward and approached the corner, turned on my flashlight, aimed it low and looked around it towards the entrance.

I saw Cory kneeling over a man lying face up. The rifle was lying several feet behind him. Cory had just removed the man’s night vision goggles and helmet. He looked to be about late 40’s in age. Crew cut black hair. Between 5’ 8” to 6’ 0” (148—183 cm). Hard to tell under the body armor, but I’d guess a pretty solid build. “So, is he alive or dead?”

Cory replied without expression as he stood up, “He’s alive. But he shouldn’t be.”

“Oh?” was all I could think to say at that moment.

“Tyler, I would like to introduce Major [redacted], former chief of island security and one of my former trainers.”

After I lowered my eyebrows out of my hairline I replied: “So not pleased to meet you this morning, Major.” To Cory I added, “Nice call you made on him getting overconfident about chasing me. Walked right past those open doors. Well done!”

Cory gave a tight smile, “You did pretty well yourself playing the inexperienced prey. I suspect you are really better at this stuff than what you claim. I did note you grabbed a fire extinguisher to blind him and your flashlight to club him with if he actually made it around the corner or spotted me.”

I changed the subject. “I will leave you to catch up with the Major. I need to check on the hanger and the crash site to confirm no one else is moving around out there.”

Cory reached down and handed me the night vision goggles and pointed towards the rifle. “Take these, just in case. You know how the goggles work?”

I shrugged. “I don’t think they can be much different than the civilian ones,” I said as I took them from him.

The rain hadn’t slowed down any as I reached the hangar. I stood to the side of the human door. I turned on my flashlight, quickly swung the door open, held out my arm and shined the flashlight through the doorway at chest level. No reaction. I turned off the flashlight, aimed the rifle from my waist and quickly stepped through the door and moved to the side. “Real professional and trained like,” I thought. My little voice laughed in reply.

I closed the door and scanned the building with the goggles. Then, I turned on my flashlight and looked around the hangar. It appeared exactly the same as I left it. No other people inside. Then looked at the floor. No wet footprints anywhere. Other than mine. I breathed a sigh of relief and exited the hangar and started carefully walking towards the crash site about half way down and just off the edge of the runway. The lightning flashes were really messing with the vision gear. At least for me.

As I approached I could see what little fire there was had gone out. Apparently there wasn’t much fuel left aboard. It appeared to be a 4-5 passenger model. The fuselage was lying on its left side. There was a camera pod on the bottom between the skids. I could see the end of the tail boom lying a short distance away. Looking up I could see where they somehow managed to successfully clip a couple of the handful of palm trees on the island that were actually close to the runway.

This was making less and less sense. This chopper has a range of about 250 nautical miles (465 km). Maybe 350 (650 km) tops if it has reserve tanks. With a speed of 90 to 100 knots (166-185 kph). Probably a lot less in this weather. Their ship had to be way out of position. It still has to be. By rights, they should have shown up before we finished pulling all of the plugs out of the engines. Why the hurry since I had already been here this long? Particularly in this storm. I certainly wasn’t going anywhere. Why risk flying on a night any bird or most sane humans won’t?

I got to the cockpit and looked inside. I could see two fully kitted up males strapped in the back seats. They appeared quite dead. In the front left seat I could see a fully kitted up pilot strapped into his seat. Lying against the ground, surrounded by broken Plexiglas and metal. He was obviously dead. All of them were wearing night vision gear. The right front seat was empty. That had to be where the major was sitting. I had no idea if he was the pilot type, but instinct told me he was just riding there. Maybe the pilot was blinded by the lightning? The chopper was hit by lightning? He clipped the trees and overreacted? The weather exceeded the capacity of the chopper? Or the pilot? All the above? Who knows?

I crawled up onto the fuselage, and fully opened the rear door. Thankfully it wasn’t sprung. I spotted the ELT (Emergency location transponder) and noticed it had been locked off so it wouldn’t activate. On a whim, I loosened the lock and activated it. Wiped off any prints I may have left in the rain, mostly closed the door and walked back to the hangar. To this day I don’t know if doing that was a good idea, but it seemed like a good ‘giving a middle finger at the company’ idea at the time.

Inside the hangar, I opened the aircraft door, flipped the master switch and listened for the ELT. I could hear the signal ok. Then I realized that ATC might think the signal was mine. “Idiot!” I muttered. So I decided to break some rules and turned on the aircraft’s ELT for about 5-10 minutes. That way they should have seen two separate signals and ID’s for a time on the satellite. Meanwhile, I flipped the radio through a few of the common frequencies just in case, and heard nothing but static. I switched to the emergency frequency and broadcast in the blind that a helicopter just crashed on the island and that there were no survivors. I did this because, I of course know nothing about the history of this place and have nothing to hide at all. I shut everything down and went back to the building.

Inside the building, I found Cory and the Major in Cory’s room. The Major was lying on his stomach. He had been stripped bare. His arms were securely tied behind his back with strips of bedsheets by his wrists and elbows, forearm to forearm. His legs were tied by his ankles and knees. A blindfold was around his head. One knee looked pretty swollen. I could see where he had a nice collection of bruises on his torso. Looking at where they were, they were probably from the crash, not Cory. Cory was nude. He hadn’t put on any clothing since we were interrupted by the helicopter. Considering the way the coveralls fitted. I suspected this was his normal condition.

Cory was standing nearby. “I tied him the way I did so I would reduce the chances of leaving marks. I think I gave him a concussion when I knocked him out. If he didn’t already had one. I’m not sure.”

“Is he conscious?” I asked.

“I believe he’s awake. Just faking being out of it. I just didn’t want to talk with him until you were back.”

I nodded. Cory walked over and rolled the Major onto his back and removed the blindfold. He opened his eyes, looked at Cory and said with a smile. “Adam! I always suspected you were still alive! I just couldn’t convince anyone else of it!”

I gave Cory side glance. He looked at the Major. “Adam is the name I was given. I no longer use it.”

I nodded and sarcastically added, “Figures! I’ll bet they even tortured it into an acronym too.”

The major looked my way. “Mr Tyler [redacted] ! You are one lucky individual. Sad to say your luck has finally run out.”

I didn’t bother to reply. Cory knelt by the Major’s head and looked into his eyes. “I have a question.” A hint of a smile stayed on the Major’s face but he said nothing. Cory continued: “Why kill everyone? Why try to kill me?

The major laughed out loud. “Adam! I can’t believe you honestly don’t know the answer to that! It is as obvious as the nose on your face!” He shook his head and turned his gaze towards me. “But you might not know. So, I will answer it. In case it hasn’t given you any details.” He continued to speak.

“The company built this outpost for classified experiments. One of the company’s clients wanted a super soldier prototype. They finally, after several unsuccessful tries, successfully built Adam here. Even though there were some minor questions about how the project was progressing. Everything looked good overall. It could bench press the same weight I could at age 11.”

Cory interrupted, “I did mine for reps.”

The major’s eyes narrowed for an instant. Then he smiled and continued, “Until it hit puberty. Then everything went to hell. After that, almost nothing was within specs. The client eventually canceled the contract.”

He went on, “The company decided to keep the project going. At least until its hormones stabilized in a few years. They wanted to test its capabilities, limits and learn what they could about it. So, if the opportunity to try again ever came up, they might avoid making the same mistakes again.

“If everything had been in specs, we would have delivered the product to the client after hormone stabilization. It would have never seen this place, or anyone on it ever again. Then one of two things would have happened.

“One. We wouldn’t have gotten a production contract and shut down. Or, two: We would have gotten a production contract. We would have used the knowledge from any mistakes made on the prototype to build new and improved models for delivery. Eventually, like all things, it would have all come to an end.

“Everyone here would have wrapped up their work here and either started a new project. Or, may have left here to work on other projects. The rest who weren’t reassigned likely would have been tragically lost at sea in an aircraft or ship disaster.” He must have saw something in my eyes.

“Oh, come on! What else would you expect? Surely, you would know how many international laws and conventions, much less all the so called moral laws we flaunted here? Can you imagine the worry the client and company had of the sheer number of potential sources of eventual leaks? Not only did the client, and by extension the company not want the world ever asking questions. They didn’t even want the world to know the questions even existed!

“As far as letting it go?” He tilted his head towards Cory. “The nexus of all the questions. Look at it! Imagine the list! Who are you? Where were you born? Who were your parents? Where did you go to school? How did you get so big? How come no one in your hometown remembers you? Even something as innocent as someone standing at a urinal, glancing over and wondering where that mutated dick came from could be dangerous. They’d never stand for it. Nor ever take the risk.”

Cory continued to stare at the Major in silence. I waited expectantly for him to continue.

He obliged. “The company ultimately decided to shut down the project early. Before hormone stabilization. Because the situation on the island was starting to get out of control. Before the cancelation, there were a couple personnel who were showing signs of going native and getting personally involved with the project. But it was deemed minor and controllable. After the project cancelation, more personnel were showing signs of getting emotionally involved with it. The situation was getting worse over time.

“The decision was made to cut their losses. Collect the information. Liquidate the assets and mothball the island in case it might prove useful in the future. They certainly weren’t expecting the amount of property damage it took to do it.” He looked at Cory. “It seems even leveling a multimillion-dollar lab didn’t even do the job. I’d love to know how you pulled that off.”

Cory looked at the Major and asked in a neutral voice: “Mothballing the island meant still keeping it hidden. Did anyone ever find it besides Tyler?”

The major thought for a moment. “From construction to today: 2 aircraft and 3 boats. Including one small pesky Chinese, ahem, ‘fishing boat’.” He smiled with pride. “As far as we can tell, they never did figure out what happened to it. Or where it actually disappeared. The Pacific is big and anything but peaceful.” His grin became even wider.

“Sadly for you two, neither of you will be leaving this island alive either. Even if you do make it off the island, you won’t make it to Hawaii. If by some miracle you do make landfall…”

I interrupted his gloat. “No! Sadly for you and your masters, I have no intention of dying yet. When I finally do, it won’t be by the hands of your masters. Or, if it is, it won’t be for anything about this.”

The Major gave me his most confident smile. “I beg to differ. I know what is waiting for you. The two of you are fucked.”

I smiled back. “I don’t think so. It is your masters who will have to work at not being fucked by the time this is over.”

“No, major,” Cory said in a cold, emotionless voice. “Right now you are the one who is going to get fucked. For destroying everything and everyone I have ever known in my life.”

I could see Cory starting to rhythmically tighten his lower abdominal muscles a couple times a second.

“Co…. Adam!” I said in a warning voice.

I got a determined ‘don’t mess with me’ look. “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to him that can’t reasonably be explained by the crash. Back off!” I raised both my hands chest high and literally backed off a step.

As Cory’s cock started to grow, the smile faded from the Major’s face. For the first time he started to struggle against his bonds. He knew he wouldn’t leave this room alive. He just didn’t know by what means until now. I’m not sure Cory did either until that point.

When he was fully erect, he bent over, flipped the major onto this stomach, and grabbed the major by the hips. Then straightened up like the major wasn’t there and held him straight out at almost arm’s length. Cory looked at me. “Cut his legs loose.” I looked doubtful. “Cut them loose, please, sir.”

I grabbed the major’s knife, unsheathed it and cut the ties, quickly jumping back at the major tried to strike at me and missed.

The major kicked at Cory’s legs with his unbound legs. He twisted around trying to break his grip on him with no luck. Cory extended his arms and put the head of his cock between the majors’ glutes. The major put his feet against Cory’s thighs and strained to push away like he was doing a squat. Cory didn’t seem to notice the resistance as he very slowly pulled the major onto his cock. The major let out a long loud scream of pain. Stopping only to take a breath, then screaming again. After about 15 seconds Cory’s head was inside. Then he started pushing in a little further.

I’m not quite sure when the major’s rectum or colon perforated, but the screaming mostly stopped. The major’s face was a mixture of pain and fear. I could see a long bulge slowly sliding up the inside of the majors’ abdomen. It stopped right below the sternum when Cory bottomed out. “Please cut his arms loose too if you could?” I did so and quickly stepped back again.

Cory then quickly moved his grip to the sides of the major’s chest and pulled himself about two-thirds out then bottomed again. He maintained his look of grim determination as he repeated this cycle about once a second or so. The major gave an involuntary exhale each time Cory shoved on his diaphragm.

After about two to three minutes I could see that the major was starting to lose consciousness from internal blood loss and the beating his internal organs were getting. Finally, I heard a quick series of loud pops and a faint gasp of pain from the major as Cory flexed his forearms and hands. Collapsing the major’s ribcage like an empty beer can.

Cory released his grip on the major. He arced downward and slowly slid off of Cory’s quickly shrinking cock onto the floor. “At least it was faster than what good old Vlad È epeÈ used to do back in the day,” I thought.

Cory looked at me, still expressionless. “If you will excuse me sir. I need to put the major back into the helicopter.”

“Go ahead.” I replied. “I have some things I can do in the meantime.” I left the room as Cory started to wipe himself off with a bedsheet.

I used the opportunity alone to quickly explore the rest of the building. I found the large room where it looked like the “final meeting” was held. Found the food larder. Next, in and near the physical plant I located Cory’s likely initial and his later constructed hiding place. There, I also figured out how he was probably getting from building to building unseen. I spotted it all pretty easily. But, it helped a lot that I knew for a fact he was on the island.

I got lucky and found some powdered graphite in the maintenance shop. I was afraid I may have needed to take time I didn’t have to chop up a couple pencils. Finally some clear tape and white paper. Next, I made a fast stop in Cory’s empty room. Made a check of the usual ‘safe spots’ where people like hide to things. I found what I was looking for there. Then I went to work.

When I was done, I checked my watch and did some quick time zone calculations. Then I walked out to a covered area by the physical plant and made a couple phone calls. “Harry. It’s Tyler”. Pause. “Doing pretty well. Yes, that is rain you are hearing.” We spent a fast minute catching up on things. “Need to ask a favor of you.” Pause. “No. Well, maybe that’s the only reason I called.” Pause. Laugh. “I have a set of thumb and index fingerprints to send you.” Pause. “I know I can ask other people. But this one might be interesting.” Pause. “Well, probably not nearly as interesting as the last favor I asked. Not sure yet.” Pause. “I’m just saying to use caution with this one. I’m not really expecting you to find any official records. Best I know, this person’s never been in trouble. Or, worked for the government. But there is an extremely remote possibility of your search hitting a tripwire.” Pause. “I can… try to explain in more detail next time we meet. But I am probably more interested in finding out if there actually is a tripwire and who put it there. More so than any record you may or may not find.” Pause. “I’ll send you a high resolution photo of the prints.” Made a little more small talk and ended with me giving thanks. I hung up, sent the photo file of the prints, and called the next number.

“Hi Julie. Hope I didn’t wake you up.” Pause. “Good! Well, I’m flying another friend’s airplane to Hawaii for him.” Pause. “Not quite a vacation but it’s been fun.” Pause. “I’ll tell you the story the next time we meet.” Some of it, anyway, I thought. Then, had some small talk and gossip. “I need to call in one of my markers. If you can help, great! If not, no harm no foul.” Pause. “On the trip back I picked up a hitchhiker.” Pause. “Yeah. I know. I probably always will be a sucker. He’s a nice young kid who picked up the wanderlust when he was younger and stupider.” Pause laugh. “Yeah. We’ve never knew anyone who did something stupid when they were young. He left the US. Wandered the Pacific Rim for a while. Then he got onto Samoa. Maybe without letting Samoan customs know.” Pause. “Uh huh. Not sure. That’s where I picked him up.” Pause. “I need you to get a hold of some of your low friends in high places. If possible, I’d like to arrange at a minimum, an electronic trail with US customs of him entering US Samoa sometime before [date redacted]. It will make it easier when we land in Hawaii. As a bonus, if it’s possible, please have them do the same with the Samoan customs office records, that’d be even better.” Pause. “In less than 24 hours. Actually, much less.” Pause. “Yeah, I know it’s asking a lot. I know it will cost me a lot either way. Maybe you can get me a family and friends discount?” Pause. Laugh. “Yeah right! Agreed! If we can do this great. If not, oh well. I will just have to get creative.” Pause. “The name is: [redacted]. DoB: [redacted]. Born in [redacted]. Parents’ names [redacted]. Passport number: [redacted]. SSN [redacted].” Pause. “Correct! I should be back on the mainland in a couple weeks or so. See you all then.” Pause. “Please let me know ASAP what you get. One way or the other.” Pause. “Thank you again! Bye.”

I went back up to Cory’s room. He was sitting on his bed staring at the wall. “I assume the major is back in the chopper?” Cory nodded. “Good! Now while we could both really use some sleep, we both have a lot of work to do so we can both get off this island as quick as we can.” Cory gave me a quizzical look. “Yes, I said ‘we’. We are both leaving and you have no choice in the matter.” Cory started to open his mouth to protest. I held up my hand to stop him.

“I have already heard your reasons for wanting to stay here. Over half of them were also echoed by the Major. Hear me out. Listen to my reasoning. Then, if you have an objection, state it then. Okay?” Cory silently nodded. I took a deep breath.

“First. I only have normal human physiology to go on but, I assume that you haven’t normally wandered around with close to zero percent body fat in the past. Correct?” Cory nodded. “At first, I had trouble believing the next one myself, but evidence is evidence. Looking at the loose skin here and there, I also assume you’ve lost a decent amount of the muscle mass you’ve had in the past?” Cory again nodded.

“While you were taking care of the major, I did some exploring. One of the things I found was the food larder.” Cory quickly turned his head towards me and stared. “You have my ultimate complements on your camouflage job in there. You did a first rate job of making a lot of empty boxes look full and untouched. Well done sir! If I didn’t know what I was looking for, I wouldn’t have spotted it.” I got a small smile of thanks.

“You mentioned that you were fishing to kill time. You were also fishing to complement your protein and fat intake. But since you seldom if ever go outside. There is no way you could fill in the gap with the metabolism I suspect you have.”

Cory interrupted with: “How do you know…?”

I smiled. “Elementary, my dear Watson! Considering where we are located, you have jack for a suntan. So obviously, if you go outside, it is either overcast, or for short periods. Or, at night.”

Cory gave me an “okay, yeah, duh” look as I continued.

“In conclusion, you have been rationing your food for quite some time. Not at starvation levels but close. This question is rhetorical, and I don’t expect an answer, but: Just what were you planning on doing when your stockpile finally ran out?” Cory showed no reaction as he looked towards the floor.

“Second. The fact that we are leaving here alive means this island won’t be as secret as it used to be. This means that the company will have to do one or more of the following: Dust off an old contingency plan to explain it. Come in and do a deeper cleaning to hide its past. Possibly re-occupy it to help dampen questions on why it was abandoned and keep away the curious. Come in and level the place down to the native coral to give the curious nothing to look at. Or any combination of these.

“You have two good hiding places and a nice hidden way to go between here, the hangar and the old lab.” I got another surprised quizzical look. “But, do you honestly think you can manage to stay hidden long term if any of these things happen?” Cory again showed no reaction and went back to looking towards the floor.

“Third, and final. Even if you do somehow figure out a way past these first two things, the way the climate is changing and the ocean levels are rising. This island will probably become uninhabitable in your lifetime.” I paused about half a minute. Then I asked: “So, what say you?”

Cory kept looking at the floor for a few moments. He finally stood, gave me a small smile made a fist, held out his thumb, pointed to the side and said. “Can you give a guy a lift, sir?’

I smiled. “Sure! Not a problem, kid.” I dropped my smile. “But we need to do a lot of prep in a short amount of time. Most of this you are obviously aware of but I’m going to mention it anyway to be sure. Plus I suspect you will be busier than I will be.”

Cory nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“What you need to do is, cover your tracks on this island. Using whatever magic you use. Obviously leave my tracks because I would certainly have crawled all over this place. Let me know when I may need to re-create any of mine after your cleaning. Next, you need to pack up two bundles. Stuff we need to throw away because we don’t have time to deal with it. Then, stuff you want to take with you. Bring them both to the hangar.

“My list consists of: Arranging the plane to fit you and yours in it. Clearing the runway so we have an uninterrupted shot at taking off.” Cory replied: “I can help with that if needed sir.” I nodded. “Sounds good to me. Just remember, don’t move anything I can’t without cutting it up.” Cory grinned. “Then I need to do some chemical “aging” to the bullet holes in the front of this building. Then, find and get rid of all of that shiny brass scattered around outside.” When I said all that, I saw a fast cloud pass over Cory’s eyes. I thought, “I may need to have him do something else first.”

“Finally, I need to really get a couple hours sleep. Which I don’t have time for. Think we can do this in 2-4 hours?”

Cory nodded. “Yes, sir.”

I gave him the classic disapproving dad glare. “There is one issue yet.” Cory suddenly looked apprehensive as I continued. “I have never served in the military. Also, until my father passes from this plane of existence, he has the exclusive title of sir. Not me.” I grinned. “Got it?”

Cory gave a relieved smiled and nodded. “No problem… Tyler.”

“Good! There is one more tiny thing you might want to do. I assume you have been taught meditation, centering and calming exercises?”

He nodded. “Yes, I have some training. Why?”

“Well, I would like for you to do one thing before you start. Even if it causes a bit of a time crunch.

“I would like for you to grab a bar of soap and a towel. Go stand out in the breezeway between here and the physical plant. Then do the best you can to take all of the pain, fear, anguish, sadness and betrayal you have experienced in the past and tonight inside you. Picture it as a dark liquid. Use your center light to push that liquid out to the exterior of your body. Imagine that liquid exiting your skin like sweat. Sitting on the surface of your skin. Once you have it all pushed outside. Step into that clean clear rainwater and take a nice long soapy shower and wash it all away. Sound reasonable and doable?”

Cory nodded. “Yes, it does. I’ll go do that now. Thank you.”

I nodded. “Good! I hope it helps.”

We both left the room to start our tasks. I hoped that shower might be the first step in him getting some long overdue healing done.

I went to the kitchen and found some salt and vinegar. Then some hydrogen peroxide in the infirmary. I started hopefully giving the bullet holes in the metal parts a sheen of rust. Next I got some instant coffee and vinegar, mixed it strong and painted it on the places where the concrete was chipped. I hoped it all would do something useful in the rain. Then I went out picked up and pocketed the large concrete chips and all of the spent brass I could find. I grabbed a hammer, broke up some of the smaller chips and lightly coated the holes in the concrete with a very thin layer of the wet dust. Plus more mixture. Inside I swept up the plaster dust and started digging out or finding all of the slugs I could. I didn’t want any one in a million curious person to have anything to do any ballistic testing with. Next, I found a couple large dust bunnies, broke them up and used them to “age” the holes in the wall board.

Next I went to the airplane and started pumping fuel between tanks. With the fuel I already burned I wasn’t expecting a weight and balance issue with Cory. But it pays to be sure. It did mean I would be mixing some of the suspect fuel with the rest of it. But I hoped dilution would be the solution to pollution in this case. I also crossed my fingers that no one ever thinks to ask how I ever managed to take off with a full fuel load and Cory. Then I sat down for a minute to think out how I was going to work out, explaining Cory, the flight plan, ATC, customs, the storm and the approaching company ship.

I woke up when Cory stepped into the hangar and called my name. “Tyler? I came in to grab a saw for the tree on the runway.” I blinked a couple times. He was carrying one large garbage bag and one smaller one. “Fantastic! I’m ready to help. How goes things inside the building?” He shrugged. “I’m pretty much done. Half hour at the most. I will need you to retrace a lot of your steps though. Your aging process on the front door looks pretty good.” “Thank you. They probably need a second coat though. Let’s go tackle that tree. Then make tracks.” Cory blinked and shook his head.

I had dozed off for almost two hours. Thankfully, I’d got most of my stuff finished. But we were taking a lot longer than I would have liked. The rain had mostly tapered off but the wind was still blowing strong down the runway. We had about 2 or 3 hours before sunrise. Cory carried off the wood chunks as I cut them. We finished in about 20 minutes. I said I would put the saw back. Cory said he would meet me inside the hangar.

On the way to the hangar, I stopped by the chopper. The major was hanging from a slightly loose lap belt. The shoulder harness was loosely set around his torso. His chest was resting against the center console. I took in what I could for any reports I needed to write for the FAA. Plus a collection of photos of the crash scene that I uploaded. I continued back to the hangar, then over to the building. Then gave the concrete and metal a second coat of the mixtures and poured it out. I hoped it was enough Then, as directed by Cory, I left nice sets of tracks in all the areas of pristine dust. I gave the concrete and metal a final rinse. The metal looked ok. The concrete, I crossed my fingers.

I left Cory to button up the building and say any goodbyes as I opened the hangar and did the preflight on the plane. I set up the large garbage bag so we could throw it out after we were in the air and well clear of the island. I had just opened the main hangar doors when Cory showed up. I ‘helped’ him push the plane out of the hangar and close the doors. We both got in and I cranked over the engines while telling my inside voice to shut up. I breathed a slight prayer of thanks that they started with no problems.

With the headwind we took off with runway to spare. It seemed like I had power to climb but I stayed slightly above ground effect. Not that far above the storm generated waves. I made a slow 90 and picked up my crosswind. The rain and turbulence made the piloting ‘sporting’ and I kept both of my hands firmly on the yoke.

After about three minutes Cory looked at me. “Is there anything wrong? We are pretty low and I feel like a die in a cup right now. I am a virgin at this too. Okay?”

I switched frequencies on the radio, turned down the squelch and turned up the volume. A hiss could be heard. “This is an unused frequency out here. Hear the static?”

Cory nodded. I switched frequencies. “This is one of the commonly used frequencies out here.”

There was dead silence. It only took a second for Cory to say, “It is being jammed!”

I nodded. “Uh huh!”

A second later he said: “You are worried about their ships radar and SAMs!”

I smiled and nodded. “Right again! That’s why I’m also flying a course parallel to the one we need. Rather than an intercept. I have no idea beyond a vague guess of where could be and I hope we don’t accidently fly too close to them. The jamming can’t go too far. Otherwise people would have complained about it before now. This will suck for a while. But, once the jamming fades, I will climb to altitude, contact ATC and customs and get on course to Hawaii.”

Cory looked worried. “How are you going to explain me?”

I shrugged. “I’ve been working on that. I have several ideas. I really hope we can use a simple one. I’m hoping to get a phone call from a friend before we land that may help.” I got that appraising look I got once before from him. “I hope I can keep explaining you simple. Maybe we can. Oh yeah. Just so you know, I borrowed your wallet and passport long enough to grab the info for my friend to use.” I wasn’t about to tell him about the fingerprints. I may never tell him. Cory’s look switched to an appraising glare. I ignored it. “My plan regardless of how the call turns out will be this:

“I’m telling ATC and customs that we will be arriving at Hilo international on Hawaii as planned. But 3 hours or less before arrival I will let them know that I’m worried about fuel and wish to divert to either Maui or O’ahu. That should throw off any company people who may be waiting for us at the airport. It will annoy customs but they have ports of entry there and they will still get about two hours’ notice. Next, we hit a thrift store or something and grab you better clothes.

“Then grab a quick inter-island flight to throw off our scent even more for the short term. I’ll send you first, Then, I’ll follow on the next flight. I not as worried about them spotting me as I am about them spotting you and connecting you to me. I plan on leaving the plane where I park it and tell my friend I’ve had enough flying for a while and he needs to move it on the final leg himself.

“As far as you. It would be easier if we could just have you living in US Samoa when we met. We can stay quiet and let them assume that first. If they start pushing, or it starts to fall apart, we go with: In your stupid period late teens you got the wanderlust. You left the US without letting Customs know. You wandered around the Pacific Rim for a while.”

“If the phone call is bad news: You worked on a freighter or something, jumped ship and somehow got into US Samoa without letting customs know. Or filling out the paperwork.

“Or, if the phone call is good news, I managed to get a friend of mine to arrange customs documents on the US side saying that you arrived legally in Samoa. “There we ran into one another and you talked me into giving you a lift back home to the mainland.”

I continued: “The reason I didn’t mention you in my flight paperwork before now was: One: I figured my friend might not like me hauling hitchhikers and forgiveness VS permission. Two: I was having computer issues and probably fat fingered the customs forms while updating them to list you and it apparently either never saved or sent. Three: I obviously picked you up in Samoa. The only other place I landed for fuel has all of its tiny population accounted for.”

I gave an evil grin. “If for some reason all this goes to pot: While taxiing in, I’ll look for a spot where the tower or customs people might not see us, have you jump out of the plane while I’m taxiing, jump the fence and I’ll meet you later.”

Cory shook his head and smiled. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

I nodded in agreement. “The odds of that one working aren’t good.” I added, “I assume you know the routine. Never volunteer information.”

Cory grinned and continued, “Keep the lies simple, minimal and vague. Simple lies are the easiest to defend. A simple yes or no is always a good answer. Never elaborate on an answer. Incredibly detailed stories and answers are almost always fabricated.”

I returned the grin. “Good! It sounds like you know all this, but I like to talk. Get your story together. At least a couple simple versions. Include some family background stuff, geographical info and such. Customs will probably make some small talk to loosen you up and maybe catch a mistake. Make sure it all hangs together well. Give me the broad brush outline of it later so I can give some collaboration but not sound identical. After all, we only just met and I don’t know everything about you. I might be able to help with some geographical stuff. Depending on what you come up with.” Cory nodded.

Things went silent for a while and I concentrated on simply flying straight, level and out of the water. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Cory looking at me in thought. He finally said: “Tyler. Just what do you do for a living?”

I shrugged. “A little of this. A little of that.”

Cory frowned. “If I recall, that is exactly what you told me yesterday. Wow! Yesterday.”

I kept not looking at him and nodded. “Kind of hard to believe. A lot has happened. Are you going to be okay?”

He wore an incredibly evil grin. “No changing the subject.” I glanced his way as he dropped into English with a spot on Mid German accent. “Ve haf vays to make you talk. Und I zink ve will start vit.” He interlocked his fingers stretched out his arms slightly and cracked his knuckles. “Tventy… Questions.”

I went back to my visual scan and sighed. My inner voice laughed and laughed. “Gotcha!” it said. This indeed was going to be a very long flight.

The hours passed. Cory finally got the answer he wanted out of me after question 13. I was way too honest in the game with him. After that, we alternated between silence and talking about a wide range of things. Along with the parts of his manufactured backstory I needed to know. The rest of the time my little voice held a nonstop conversation with me on what the heck I was going to “do with” Cory once we hit civilization.

“Well, it’s almost show time. I’ll let ATC know that we want to divert to Maui and contact customs.” I got on the radio and requested a clearance to Kahului Airport. Then asked the tower to contact customs and let them know I had to divert.

Cory looked at me. “Do you think your friend will call before we land?”

I shrugged. “I certainly hope so. Otherwise, the plan D of throwing you out on a taxiway is starting to look better and better.” He gave me an annoyed glare. I smiled. “I’ll try giving her a call.”

I pulled out my phone and dialed Julie’s number. She answered on the 4th ring. “Hi Julie! Any word yet? Pause. “Really? I have perfect timing then!” Pause. “Now I’ve done it more than once. Really.” Pause, laugh. “So what’s the damage?” Pause. “What!?” Pause. “Oooch! No discount then?” Chuckle, pause. “You did good my friend.” Pause. “Really! Thank you!” Pause. “Okay, I’ll get you the cash after I land. Thank you again.” Pause. “I don’t know if you will meet Cory later and hear the story. I don’t know what his plans are after we land. I’ll ask.” Pause. “Gotta go now. I’ll talk with you later.” Pause. “Bye.”

I looked towards Cory. He had a concerned look I couldn’t pin. “Julie was able to get a connected friend of hers to insert an electronic file into the Samoan and U.S. customs saying that you arrived in Samoa on . That means I only have to convince them that I fat fingered your entry into Hawaii on my original paperwork.”

Cory look relieved, but still worried for some reason I couldn’t figure out at that point. “I’m not an expert, but wouldn’t we have been ok without all of this paperwork you paid for? Going from Samoa to the U.S.?”

“Maybe,” I replied. “If they did any digging on you, they would come up blank. Plus, I landed and refueled in another country before we met. So, technically it would be a problem if they wanted to make it one.”

He nodded. “So, since that’s apparently covered, what’s next, oh great scheming mastermind and silent observing shadow behind the curtains?”

I favored him with one of my patented glares. “First thing is, once we land, I’ll hit an ATM, grab some cash and give it to you. Then you will open a bank account and deposit it. Then we will have you buy a plane ticket to Hilo using that account. I’ll follow on the next flight. At some point, we find a big and tall store and maybe a thrift store and buy you some less noticeable cloths and a carry-on bag.”

Cory looked down at himself and his ill-fitting coveralls and shoes. “I am rather noticeable right now aren’t I?”

I nodded. “Yes, you are.” I grinned. “Not as bad as you could be though. Sadly we can’t do anything about that now. That is why I think we will go with loose long pants, loose long sleeved shirt to make you thicker in the middle. Maybe a tie so you look more ‘professional’. Do what we can quickly to make you less noticeable.”

Cory nodded.

We spent the last of our time in the air talking about our plans to get out of Hawaii and onto the mainland. We also discussed several ‘what if’s’ in case the company did have someone successfully waiting for me at some point. I let him know that if by some bad luck something did happen to me. Where to go and who to talk to for his next steps.

We landed without incident and I parked the plane in the transient ramp. Finding the best spot to give the security cameras their worst view. Then we sat in the plane as required to wait for customs to show up. While listening to my voice go through the list of doubts. Meanwhile, I contacted the local FAA and NTSB office. Since the chopper was registered in the US. I gave them the information on my unplanned landing and the helicopter crash. I emailed them the photos I took of the crash scene and immediate surroundings. I also rented a car.

I had just finished that when my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and I winced. “Samoan Customs,” I said. Then answered it. “Hello?” Pause. “Yes I am.” Long pause. “What sort of questions?” Pause. “Really? So is everything okay?” Long pause. “Okay. Sounds good.” Pause. “I will do that. Thank you!” then hung up. My little voice muttered, “How much luck can a guy have?!”

Cory watched my various facial expressions and nervously asked, “Tyler. Is everything okay?”

I gave Cory a look of pure envy. “I sincerely wish I had your reservoir of good karma.” Cory cocked his head in worried curiosity. “Someone in the customs office noticed your update showing up in their computer system,” I explained, “and saw it wasn’t in their hard files.” Cory rightfully wore a worried look. I continued. “They called to let me know that they found the misplaced physical paperwork and there were no issues.”

Cory looked about as confused as I’ve ever seen him. “That doesn’t sound right.”

I nodded. “I agree. But this person asked me to pass along a message to you: ‘Tell Cory, Nofo’s cousin said hello’.”

Cory’s surprised look quickly turned to sadness. “Nofo was one of the maintenance guys on the island.” He was silent for a while. “Nofo must have told his cousin about me and they remembered.”

I nodded. “Maybe more than that. It’s possible this person was involved in getting you your papers.” He nodded sadly as tears streamed down his face. I continued, “I will tell you one thing. You mentioned having no one outside of the island. It looks like you very likely have some family if you decide to go that way eventually.” I put my hand on this thigh and squeezed. “That’s why I said I wish I had your karma pool.”

“Just hope it isn’t empty yet,” My little voice muttered. We waited silently. Sitting inside the plane until customs showed up.

About 45 minutes after landing, 10 minutes after the call from Samoa, the customs agent finally arrived. Cory’s karma held out and the questions about Cory were surprisingly minimal. Other than some minor grief about how old the still legal passport was. I think if he got a full view of what he was wearing there may have been more. I on the other hand, got a stern lecture on doing a better job of making sure my paperwork was correct next time. Along with messing with his day by having the nerve to run low on fuel and diverting his way. He did ask a couple questions about my fight diversion and forced landing. I showed him a couple photos of the island and the crash site.

I secured the plane. Put the keys in a key locker in the FBO office under the owners’ name. Then I left a message to my friend on how and where to find his plane and how long he had to get it before the rent ran out. Since I haven’t heard from him since my last call, I figure he still hasn’t checked his messages. I wonder how he stays in business the way he does things.

We found another quiet corner with bad camera angles and not many people for Cory to hang around in while I picked up the car. I continually watched for anyone showing unusual interest in us. “So far as I can tell, no one’s watching.”

Cory nodded. “I’ve had training in how to spot a tail. But no practical experience.”

“Good!” I replied. “Well, now’s your chance. Keep giving me a second set of eyes, if you will.”

“Yes sir. Uh, sorry. Tyler.”

I hit a friendly ATM and withdrew my daily max. Then, to a separate large multi-state national bank so Cory could get a checking account and ATM card. I popped into a department store and grabbed him some underwear I thought might go over his thighs and still fit his waist. Plus, socks, sneakers and travel toiletries. Meanwhile Cory sat in the car and purchased his flight on my phone. The little voice wasn’t happy with Cory doing that. But the risk was minimal. I did have to go back in and exchange for a pair of larger shoes. We found a back alley and got Cory into socks, shoes and snug for him, underwear for the next step.

At a big-men’s store, I ordered my tickets on the next flight ten hours later. I also grabbed a cash advance on my credit card. Cory bought a couple sets of loose shirts and pants. Plus one pair of dress shoes. The young male clerk was around Cory’s age. The clerk quickly noticed what was under the coveralls and was quite interested in helping him out. I noticed he provided wonderful, attentive customer service.

However, for a few moments as I was wandering about. I was at the right angle to notice Cory did “accidentally” “tip him” by giving him a couple minutes of a slow G rated muscle show through the dressing room door he “accidentally” left slightly open as he tried stuff on. When we left the store, I could tell the clerk was apparently eager to go on break. Cory’s coveralls and boots eventually disappeared into a couple different trash cans.

We both got into the car. “Next stop, thrift store for a carry-on bag. I assume you meant well in there but just be careful. Okay?”

Cory smiled. “He was trying so hard to hit on me I thought I should give him something in thanks.”

I nodded. “I can see that. I’m quite sure he appreciated it. I don’t see anyone tracking you through that store anytime in the near future if we are successful. But giving the poor guy less of a reason to remember you would have been a good thing. Particularly if you showed your…… ‘package’.”

Cory’s smile disappeared as he shook his head. “I wasn’t stupid enough to show my ridiculous package. But, you’re right. I know better. It wasn’t a good way to stay undercover and unnoticed.”

“Nope.” I and my little voice replied.

At this point we both realized we hadn’t eaten anything all day. We went to a grocery and grabbed some takeout food. Cory stocked up on fresh fruit and a large fresh sandwich. When we got outside, he wore a childlike grin as he blurted. “Other than last night, it has been years since I’ve eaten anything not out of a can, or dried.” He looked slowly around the cityscape. “I can’t get over all of the room and all of the people.”

I agreed. “It may take some getting used to after a lifetime of near hermitage on a few city blocks worth of land. Wait until you hit the mainland if you like room.”

I hit Cory up for some of my former cash as I hit a thrift store. There I found a gently used bag that didn’t smell of long term storage. I also grabbed him a used paperback book of a genre he liked. At the counter under the glass, I saw a not quite obsolete smart phone and charger for cheap. It doesn’t have to work for anything more than a prop for now. We threw all his stuff into the bag and drove back to the airport. I let Cory out at the departures drop off. Then dropped off the rental and checked in myself. My little voice stayed surprisingly quiet.

Coincidentally we were seated a couple gates apart but potentially in line of sight of each other. Cory made himself as unnoticeable as possible and unobtrusively people watched over the paperback. I people watched too. Maybe for different reasons than him. After a time, I saw Cory in line to board the plane. After he took off, the little voice and I breathed a silent sigh of relief.

My little voice whispered, “This is going waaayyy to well…”

“Shaddup!” I thought back. “We probably shook any tail they may have put out on Hilo and hopefully Maui. Assuming a corporate committee even moves that fast. Besides. The FAA having the info on the chopper will keep them busy. Plus, the photos I put up on those four abandoned places websites will help with the indecision.”

“Maaaybeeee,” my voice whispered.

“Damn!” I carefully glanced around. Looking for what my annoying subconscious noticed that I hadn’t.

Earlier I noticed a man in his mid-30’s, conservative haircut, wearing jeans and a polo shirt walk up and down the concourse a couple times. I initially filed it away as someone stretching their legs before or between flights. Not all that unusual. I do it myself. I was so busy stupidly watching for people watching Cory I slipped on noticing if someone was watching the more likely target. Little old me. This man had sat down in the row of seats facing outward in the gate next to mine. He didn’t appear to be watching me. “Ah, bloody hell. Guess I should find out,” I sighed to myself.

As I test, I got up, stretched and leisurely strolled towards a coffee shop most of the way down the concourse. Doing what I could to obscure his potential view of me by keeping people between me and him. Then hit a restroom. Taking a lot of extra time to get back to the gate.

While I paid no obvious attention to him, I did notice he re-positioned himself so he could see further down the concourse when I got back. “Rookie mistake there, bub,” I thought. I sat down again. Not too far away, kind of with my back to him, watching the planes outside. I had a solid guess he was unarmed since we were on the clear side of the security station. The little voice laughed.

Right before the boarding call, my friend, the airplane owner, finally called me. I accepted his apology for being swamped. I assured him the plane was okay. That I was okay. But I was tired of flying for a while and repeated what I said about where I left the plane. We arranged to catch up tomorrow afternoon in Hilo. Plus, I gave him a teaser short version with the promise tell him the “whole story” of my adventure. I even sent him a few selected photos of the island. All hopefully in earshot of my likely tail and everyone around me. I had fun playing the loud phone talker in public individual. Since I have nothing to hide at all from anyone. At least he was going to still pay me at least the full amount and expenses. Plus a little extra for the trouble. Sadly it still wasn’t going to cover all of my extra expenses on this trip.

For some reason I couldn’t figure out, my tail didn’t take my particular flight. I had no idea where he may have been going. So I probably have one on the other end waiting. I just wish I had a better idea of what they were waiting and watching for. Otherwise my flight to Hilo was uneventful. I collected my bags and picked up my rental car. Then I drove to my motel. I gave grudging complements to the tail I didn’t spot until I was practically to my destination.

It was one of those 2-3 star hotels with some age, history, and character I kind of prefer. I did some shrewd negotiating and got some credit from my no show the day before. I broke even renting a larger room with some extras as a thank you. As I was finishing checking in, Cory walked into the lobby. He had gotten a haircut and suddenly grew a mustache and goatee. I gave him the “I’m being watched” high sign. He walked up to me.

“Tyler! I was wondering if you were ever going to get here.”

I held out my hand. “Hey! How’s it going? Honestly wasn’t expecting to be late. Unplanned adventure.” I replied.

Cory laughed. “Unplanned adventure eh? With you this has to be good.” I raised an eyebrow at his grin.

I started my story standing in the lobby for all to hear. Then I invited him to follow me to my room so I could regale him with the rest of my adventure. I told Cory one of the websites I put pictures on that he could look at before the elevator doors closed behind us. My tail, sitting in a lobby chair pretending to work her tablet heard and probably recorded it all.

Once we got into the room I unplugged the power to the TV. The early evening, combined with lack of sleep and stress suddenly washed over me. Cory gave me a worried look. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I think I may be hitting the wall. I’ll be okay.” I looked Cory over. “Nice job on the beard.”

“Thank you.” he replied. “I saved some of the hair they cut, got some spirit gum and put this together.”

I nodded in appreciation. “My complements to your teacher.”

Cory continued, “So the company is tailing you like you thought?”

“Yep.” I sighed. “I assume you are clear?”

Cory nodded.

“I just wish I knew what they were planning, if anything,” I rambled on. “I’ve already given them obvious signals twice that I’m spreading the story of my island misadventure. So it is a little late to shut me or anyone else up now.”

Cory shook his head. “Let’s hope they decide soon. As far as I can tell, I’m still below the radar.”

“Good,” I sighed. “That’s what I was hoping for. They have no reason to try looking into my customs paperwork, or airport security. With plenty of luck, they never notice I had a nomadic hitchhiker from Samoa.”

Cory looked at the nightstand clock. “I just realized I’ve only known you for about 30-some-odd hours. Feels like a lifetime. Thank you for everything, my friend.”

I gave him a smile. “I don’t think it’s over yet, buddy, but you are quite welcome. I’ve always been a sucker for somehow riding to the rescue of good people in trouble. In one way or another.” An awkward silence fell over the room.

I filled in the dead air first. “You want to grab a late bite to eat, either here or somewhere else before I fall over?”

Cory smiled and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Sounds great! But I’d like to take the opportunity to keep thanking you first.”

Like an idiot, I was slow on the uptake. I blinked and smiled. “I can’t see any reason not to accept,” I said, as I pulled my shirt over my head.

Even though I was exhausted, I still managed to get excited as we both stripped. Cory got hard fast enough he was having issues getting the underwear off undamaged. We embraced each other in a long hug and exchanged kisses. We moved our hands over each other’s bodies in exploration. We finally separated and I made a quick dash to the sink and grabbed a towel. I laid it out on the floor in front of him, grinned and said, “No need to risk the hotel asking too many questions about us.”

Then I got on my knees in front of him. Grabbed Cory’s cock in both hands, then slipped my tongue in between his head and foreskin. Then slowly circled around his head for a while. Even though there was no way I was going to get his whole head in my mouth, I used my lips and tongue to massage the tip, while sucking up the slow, steady stream of precum.

Cory whispered, “My turn. Stand up.” I obliged. He took my hand and led me to the bed and laid on his back. “Come here. Sit on my stomach.” I got up on the bed, swung my leg over his cock and put my knees on both sides of his abdomen and sat down. I could feel the ridges of his eight-pack massage my glutes as he breathed. His cock head brushed the middle of my back, leaving a wet spot with each heartbeat. Then Cory grabbed me by my hips and effortlessly moved me further forward. To where my cock was sitting between his pecs. He used a finger to push it firmly down between them.

He flexed his pecs and got an even firmer grip on my cock. Then he whispered, “Fuck me, Tyler.” While I have titty fucked a couple women I’ve been intimate with, Cory was the first guy I’ve met who could successfully pull it off. I used my hands to try to massage his pecs but had no luck denting them. So I switched to playing with his nipples. After a time I tensed and had one of the most powerful climaxes I’ve had in a long time. Even better than yesterday. Cory smiled and used his finger to wipe cum off of his chest and slowly licked it off.

“Okay. My turn now,” I said as I straightened up swung off the bed and curled my finger in a come hither motion. Cory followed me into the bathroom. This room had an accessible style bathroom with a large flat bathroom floor and a shower with no tub. Once inside, I went to one knee. I leveraged his cock against his torso and started licking and French kissing the length of the underside. Cory looked down and brought his mouth against his head and started working on himself.

After a time I lowered his cock, wrapped each of my hands about half way around the shaft and jerked him off. Meanwhile I used my tongue to again torture his head. Cory lasted about three minutes then convulsed and came. The first couple shots were like getting hit point blank in the face with a garden hose spray nozzle. My face, hair and chest were coated in sperm after his fourth or fifth shot, about half way through the dozen or so squirts. After the flow had slowed, I put my mouth over his head and used him like a drinking fountain.

I stood and we wetly embraced again. We simultaneously said, “That was fun!” We paused and broke out laughing.

I managed to stop first. “Well if we want to grab some food, we better clean up with a proper shower.” We then had even more fun cleaning each other up. Even though it was way too soon for me, Cory came again. Pity for us, that required a longer shower yet.

After Cory had reapplied his mustache and goatee, we walked out to the lobby and to the car. My little voice was making worried noises. A quick walk around check of the tell tales I left told me that the hood, trunk and doors had not been disturbed. I pretended to fumble my keys and knelt down to retrieve them, while giving the undercarriage a check with my mini flashlight.

Cory quietly said, “Do you always do a walk around of a vehicle like this?”

I replied, “Yes I do. Old habit from having a commercial driver’s license and lots of rental cars. Plus, right now I’ve got a little extra paranoia from watching a lot of law, crime, and spy shows in my youth.”

Cory looked around the parking lot. “Ah. Got it. I haven’t watched too many of those. But I understand car bombs. I don’t see anyone near us. All clear?”

I stood up. “Looks like it is. Nothing unusual or big enough to be an explosive. Though a tracker could be hidden anywhere.” I grinned. “No worries there. I have nothing to hide after all.”

“You hope!” my voice chimed in.

We got into the car I paused a moment, as my voice said, “Are you sure you really checked all the undercarriage?” I mentally shrugged closed my eyes and started it. We drove to a nearby restaurant and sports bar. We kept up our cover conversation inside the car on the drive. Just in case they spotted my telltales. I noticed my tail about half way there. I’m getting better or they are getting worse.

We sat at a table in the bar. Ordered drinks and several unhealthy bar food entrees. Cory enjoyed experimenting with sampler plate containing large shot glasses of different beers. He ate his fill then said he wasn’t sure how his unsuspecting stomach was going to handle the sudden grease bomb. Our tail did come in but was sitting far enough away they wouldn’t normally hear anything. Not an assumption I was counting on, considering the technology out there. I called Cory a ride and paid the tab. At no time after we left the motel that evening did I use Cory’s name, nor he mine. Let them guess what the names are.

We stood outside talking until Cory’s ride arrived. We shook hands and did a quick bro hug. He got into the cab. I walked to my car and did my walk around. Everything looked good. Listening to my little voice fret, I did the same pause and shrug, before I started it. I headed back to the hotel and up to my room a little past midnight. I spotted my tail pretty quickly on the now quieter streets. I checked the plethora of tell tales I left around inside and out. Everything looked good. Turned on the camera mode of my phone and looked around the room for misplaced blue glows in the room. Then I cranked the room AC up to the high rattle setting.

About 15 minutes later I heard the first half of “a shave and a haircut” knock. Then the door unlocked. Cory walked in. I gave him the “all clear” high sign.

“The taxi dropped me off a block from here and I came in through one of the side doors like you asked. Didn’t see anyone watching.”

“Good! Time for bed. You have the big bed, I’ll take the pull out.”

Cory looked confused. “I apologize for saying this,” I said, “but you are a big guy and need the space. Besides I don’t know how you normally react when you have nightmares. Considering how many of them you say you average. I’m slightly concerned what might happen to me if we were in the same bed together.”

Cory nodded in understanding. “Makes perfect sense when you put it that way.”

I stripped to my underwear. Cory stripped all the way. I killed the lights and probably fell asleep before I hit the pillow.

I woke up to the light streaming in around the edges of the blackout curtain. I glanced at the clock and was not surprised how long I slept. I could tell I was still short but enjoyed what I got. I noticed that Cory was sitting on the floor. His massive legs were as crossed as they could be. His forearms were on his thighs, palms upward. I brought myself upright and sat on the edge of the pull out. Cory opened his eyes and looked at me. “Good morning!”

I blinked, rubbed my eyes and replied. “A journalist friend of mine once told me, ‘Morning is a statement in fact. Good is an editorial comment’. Morning. You sleep okay?”

“Very well. Best I’ve slept in a long time. I did notice that you sound like a two-cycle engine when you snore.”

I stood and stretched. “Not surprised, as wiped as I was. I slept like a rock.”

Cory glanced at the night stand. “I know. You slept through your phone. Twice. It went to message.”

I checked the messages. First one was the airplane owner. I now had a time to meet him for lunch. The second one was from Harry. I turned to Cory. “I will be meeting with the owner of the plane for lunch. I should be back this afternoon. If you want, you can go by a library or something and catch up on the world while I’m there.” Cory, still sitting on the floor flashed me a thumbs up. I dialed Harry as I walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and took a seat.

In as low of a voice as I could manage I answered Harrys greeting. “Hello. Tyler here. Hope your mornings going ok so far?” Pause. “Good! What’s the word?” Pause. Wince. “I prefer cardinals to robins thank you.” Pause. “Uh huh.” Long pause. “Sounds good. Fantastic.” Pause. Thank you again.” Pause. “With luck, I’ll catch you in a couple weeks or so.” Pause. “I promise. Take care my friend.” Pause. “Okay. Bye.” I disconnected. Then I mentally repeated to the babbling little voice that Cory’s prints were not on record. Nor officially or unofficially off the record. Nor does it look like they had any passive or active alerts tied to them. Yay for the version of paranoia we needed! Rather than the version I was afraid of. The company certainly has, hopefully had, copies of Cory’s prints. But apparently not any of the U.S. authorities. Who knows about any other government’s files at this point? I did the things I needed to do in there. Came back out and got dressed. That karma well of his wasn’t empty yet.

When I came out, Cory had finished meditating and was mostly dressed. Cory exclaimed: “I’m glad you got me back into some of my meditation training. It is really helping.”

I smiled. “You are welcome. We need to remember to buy your plane tickets to the mainland today. Mine were bought months ago.”

Cory looked worried. “I was looking at those yesterday. Last minute tickets aren’t cheap. Can you afford that?”

I shrugged. “That’s why I have a credit card. But I’ll be able to cover it by the end of the month.”

At that he looked guilty. “I’m sorry I’m creating issues for you.”

I gave him a stern look. “You are not creating issues for me. I accepted those so called issues the moment I decided to get involved and get you off that island. Besides, ferrying this plane was going to be optional cash I was going to put towards something else anyway. I am pretty much breaking even.”

He graced me with a glare. “I happened to just barely overhear the part of the conversation with Julie when she said how much the favor cost you. That cost you more than my plane tickets probably will. I suspect you won’t be anywhere near breaking even.”

I blinked. Three times. “You could hear the other side of that conversation over the engine noise and wearing headphones?”

Cory shook his head. “You did turn up the volume on the phone and I only got that short louder section where she yelled the amount. I didn’t overhear the conversation you had with customs either.”

Hmph. Still, I was glad I went to the bathroom for my talk with Harry.

“All righty then. Yes, I will be short on cash short term. But that still isn’t a major problem in my life. We will worry about that stuff once we are free and clear.” Cory still looked doubtful. “I will do a cash advance on my credit card, transfer the cash into your account today for the ticket. Besides, I’ve always maintained an unexpected emergency fund that will cover this shortfall. This is no problem for me.” He finally looked mostly convinced.

I put the pull out back together so it looked like it hadn’t been slept in. Hoped the next guest didn’t mind lightly used sheets. With housekeeping coming in I figured tell tales on anything other than what they wouldn’t normally touch would be a waste of time. I plugged the TV back in. Then we left the room together. I took the elevator to the lobby and to the car. Cory used the back stairs and a side exit. I gave the car the once over. It appeared to pass inspection. I did my now habitual mentally saying “shaddup!” Pause, shrug, close eyes, start the car. I didn’t see my tail in the parking lot.

On the way to my lunch appointment, I hit two different banks. I did another maximum ATM withdrawal on my physical one. In their parking lot, I accessed a savings account online under an alias that no one should know is me. Withdrew about a third of the balance. I didn’t want to drain it. I also used a credit card under that alias to grab a few hundred dollars more. I transferred that cash to Cory’s account online. Paranoia can give you minimal social life, ulcers, headaches and a straitjacket. But it can also keep you alive.

It wasn’t until I had left the bank and got on a more open road that I finally spotted my tail. This delay in spotting them was really starting to annoy me. I consoled myself by saying that they may be using multiple vehicles. The little voice hoped not because that wouldn’t be a good sign for us. I was incredibly tempted to play with them. But I didn’t. Because I had no reason to worry about a tail. Also, the only way to shake a vehicle tail outside of the movies is to drive like an idiot. Run lights, sudden turns using oncoming traffic to block the tail and so on. Much too dangerous and attention getting to do. Unless you had no choice. Finally, they probably should know where I was going anyway. Since I practically told them earlier.

Not long after. For reasons I couldn’t fathom, the universe uncharacteristically decided to again smile on me. I had the opportunity to run a yellow light and lost them. It usually doesn’t work that way. It did counter intuitively put my little voice in an annoying and paranoid mood.

I eventually got to the resort where I was to meet my friend. It has a nice restaurant with a beautiful view. Where a basic well drink cost as much as the whole meal in most of the places I prefer. He could afford it. Being one of the partners in the place after all. We had a long conversation about, things and stuff. I gave him the whole story, minus anything with Cory of course. He understood why I was tired of flying. We both sounded equally confused about the whole crashing helicopter in the storm thing. Sent him even more of my photos from the island and a few no body photos from the helicopter crash too. I kept an eye out for any patrons who seemed interested in me. But didn’t see anything unusual.

One of his business partners came by and my friend insisted I tell her the whole story. No problems with that for me. She got copies of my pictures from her partner. I would have hated to try quickly and widely spread this protection story in the pre-internet and film camera era of my youth.

In the early afternoon, I said my goodbyes and started heading back into town. I did spot the tail on this drive. I stopped by a couple places and window shopped. At one store I did buy a cheap RF detector. It was the only one they had in stock. Like everything, these devices are a case of: you get what you pay for. So I wasn’t expecting perfection from it. But it was more than I currently had.

I eventually got back to my room. Housekeeping had done their standard job on it. I checked my tell tales, and turned on my RF detector. Then, activated the camera on my phone again to search for hidden cameras. I used the screen to look for a bluish glow on things. I could see a glow from the remote detector on the TV but nothing else on it. I unplugged the TV just in case.

I carefully looked all over the room, with the camera and RF detector. Even moving furniture. Looking for RF transmissions and blue glows on things that shouldn’t have one. It came out clear. “Okay,” I thought to myself. “Either they really aren’t too worried about me. Or I missed what I’m looking for. I’ll check again later after I’ve been here for a while.” The little voice said: “Even money you missed it.” I couldn’t think of a witty retort. I laid down on the bed and tried to take a nap.

Probably several seconds after I dozed off, I got a call. I fumbled for the phone, looked at the anonymous number. Something told me not to let it go to message. I shrugged and answered it. “Tyler. This is Cory.”

“Hold on!” I replied. I stepped out of the room and into the hallway. “Go ahead. What’s up?”

Cory replied: “Just wanted to let you know I used the phone you gave me and turned it into what they call a burner phone. It has a prepaid plan with a few gigs of data and unlimited text and voice.”

“Good thinking!” I replied.

“Thank you. I also bought the plane ticket to the mainland at a library computer. Good grief! That wasn’t cheap! It is the flight the day after yours tomorrow morning. Closest one I could get. I also grabbed a cheap motel room for the next couple days in an… interesting neighborhood. Figured I’d stay put here until my flight leaves?”

I nodded my approval to the hallway. “Very good idea. I’m not sure if I still have any fans. Nor can I confirm yet if my room has bedbugs. You?”

He replied, “I haven’t seen anything so I don’t think I’ve been noticed. It finally sunk in from the precautions you’re taking, that we shouldn’t risk being seen staying in the same room.”

I nodded again to the empty hall. “Very good, they taught you well.”

“Tyler, you provided some of that training too. Don’t sell yourself short.” I throttled off the automatic “funny” denial and simply thanked him for the complement. Cory continued: “Should we get together later this evening? Dinner somewhere to do more planning.”

“Why not? Send me a text of where you want to catch up. Be careful in that interesting neighborhood of yours. Okay?”

“I will try,” Cory promised. “Call you later.” We said our goodbyes and disconnected.

Sifting my thoughts, I continued down to the lobby to buy something from the overpriced vending machine and a cup from the complementary coffee station. “His trainers, and mentors…” (My voice interrupted: “Including the late unlamented major.” “Thank you for your input.” I replied.) “…did well with him. In spite of the company. Once he makes it to the mainland he should be able to take care of himself without too much effort. Once he manages to blend in with the outside world.”

My little voice continued, “If he’s ever seen out of baggy clothing, or in swim trunks, he’ll have problems blending that ultra-Mr. Universe body and that average to large sized forearm between his legs in anywhere.”

I sighed. “Okay. True. That’s a problem. With luck, once he gets some body fat back on him it should help.”

The voice chirped: “Your problem? A problem? How about: finding a past, documented education history, a job.”

“Enough already!” I interrupted. “One problem at a time. Okay?”

As I took my first sip of coffee, the accursed little voice got in one last shot. “So, how does it feel to have an adopted nephew?” I sprayed my sip back into the cup, shook my head and mentally snapped back. “Don’t go there! Nephew with benefits is right out! Way too young friend with benefits is bad enough. Okay?” My little voice finally shut up. For a while.

While I was back in the room, trying for that nap again, I got a call from the NTSB asking for any more information I could give them on the helicopter crash. It appeared the company was providing some information but was very slow about it. I gave them what more I could and sent them even more of the photos I took of the island and the area surrounding the crash. So at least they decided they can’t hide the crash. Or, maybe the island too. That means things might be looking better for me being left alone. Also, by extension, Cory.

While I was considering one last try at that nap, I got a text with the meetup time at Cory’s motel. I decided to stay up and watch some news and weather channels until it was time to leave. I went through my usual procedure with the car. Then drove down to Cory’s neighborhood. Interesting neighborhood was right. There are some places on the islands where nonnatives are “discouraged” in some manner or another from visiting. This area appeared to be one of them. He looked Polynesian enough to probably get away with it. I certainly wouldn’t.

If I still had a tail, I never saw them. So either they have quit; I’m getting old; or the car has a GPS tracker on it. I probably need to go over it better. Or, since I’m leaving tomorrow morning, maybe it doesn’t matter. Decisions! Decisions! I let Cory know I was inbound and I’d meet him at the main entrance.

We met as planned and Cory got into the car. I gave him the unsure high sign.

He smiled. “How was your day?”

“Not bad.” I replied. “Got to visit with the owner of the airplane over a decent lunch and drinks.”

“You tell your tale to him too?”

I grinned. “Of course! Figured I should let him know why I didn’t bring it all the way in two days ago. Besides, is the most interesting thing to happen to me for a while?”

He chuckled. “Why do I have problems believing that?”

I attempted to wither him with my patented scowl. “You can believe anything you want my friend. You were right about the interesting neighborhood. You look close enough to native to hang around here. I sure wouldn’t try hanging around too long this time of night.”

Cory looked confused. I described the actual type of neighborhood he appeared to be in. He nodded in understanding. “I was thinking interesting in other ways. That explains why the clerk spoke to me in ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi. I said I only spoke a little Gagana Sāmoa. He accepted that and switched to English.”

“Makes sense” I replied. “I realized I’ve never asked you how many languages you know.”

Cory thought for a moment. “Five fluently. Seven more I can get by on.”

I whistled in appreciation. “That might be a record out of people I know of. Sure makes it easier to travel. I have trouble asking for a bathroom location in my native tongue.”

Cory laughed. We drove in silence. At some point I realized we were holding hands on at least the last third of the way to our destination.

It was a small restaurant with an open deck and probably had a decent view of the ocean. Kind of hard to tell since it was dark. We sat outside enjoying the stiff evening breeze. After a very good “authentic native Hawaiian” meal and quiet conversation we paid our bill.

We drove a few miles down to a section of what looked like public beach. The tide was out and we had a mostly quiet walk. Sometimes hand in hand, enjoying the nighttime scenery. I could see a few other people in the dark, out in the distance out there with us. Eventually we headed back towards the car. Cory had that sad look on his face again as he looked out over the ocean.

He stopped and stared into the darkness. “Go ahead Tyler. I’ll be there in a couple minutes.”

I silently patted him on the shoulder and walked the last couple hundred yards or so to the car. The little voice muttered: “PTSD’d much?” I silently snapped back: “That make two of us and you very well know it.”

Just before I got to the car, I saw two people silhouetted by the lights further inland. They were hanging around in the parking area close to the car. I did not see another car in the lot. So they were local or walked from where they parked. Normally, this wouldn’t have put me on alert. Probably the hour of night, the last couple days, and a final realization the area we were probably still in put me on edge. I paid no obvious attention to them as I entered the lot.

“Hey!” one of them said. “We ran out of gas and was wondering if you had some spare change.”

I replied, “Sorry, no. Can’t help you out. I’m tapped myself.”

We got to where we could mostly see each other’s faces. Two younger Polynesians in their 20s or so. One about my size, the other about a couple inches taller and wider. The shorter one replied: “I have trouble believing that looking at you old man. Why are you around here? Lost?”

My little voice muttered: “Uh oh!” I smiled. “Yep. I get lost pretty often. I’m pretty sure I figured out how to find my way back though.”

He replied, “That’s good. Unfortunately this beach isn’t—” (air quotes) “—public and we think you owe us an entrance fee.”

“Really?” I replied. “Sorry about my mistake but as I said, I’m tapped.”

I could hear the grin in his voice as he reached towards his waist. “Well, we’ll just have to see what you can pay with. Empty your pockets.”

I saw the glint of a knife in his hand and moved back a couple steps paralleling the side of the car. As the great William Fairbairn once wrote, “The first rule of a knife fight is, don’t get into one.” Unfortunately, if I followed his advice and ran, we’d be giving up the car and be effectively trapped here. On their territory. Although I think Cory and I could more than hold our own, I really didn’t want to give the authorities any reasons to notice us.

“I told you. You aren’t going to get much out of me.”

He started to close in, moving his right knife hand slightly side to side. As he came into close range, I quickly stepped in and reached out with my left arm and quickly put my left hand on his upper right arm. In a single motion, I slid my left hand down his arm using my thumb and index finger as a guide towards his wrist, pushing his knife arm down as I did. When I reached his wrist pocket, I wrapped my fingers around his wrist and turned his palm away from me. At the same time, I considered stepping in and punching him in the face with my right hand. But chose instead to close and slap his face. Hard. I continued with my right hand swing and brought the outside of my right hand against the flat of his blade and forcefully pushed it upwards, towards and against his forearm, breaking his grip on the handle. I kept my right hand there holding the blade flat against his forearm. As I released my left hand grip on his wrist I quickly spun my hand around and grabbed the knife handle. Finally, I stepped back with the knife in my hand. I glanced at it and realized it was a good quality one I could even throw if I had to.

He looked at me in shock. Both from the slap and the now lost knife. I said, “If you walk away now, no one will get hurt. I’ll leave and put your knife here where you can find it.”

Both of them hesitated for a moment. For a few optimistic seconds I thought they might actually leave. Then the larger guy pulled out a pistol.

I sighed. “Ah hell! Someday that line might actually work!” I said aloud, in concert with the little voice. I started looking at my very few options in this knife vs. gun fight.

Suddenly, I heard a thump and saw what looked like a fist sized rock ricochet off of the larger guys chest. It knocked him back a step as he loudly exhaled and dropped his pistol. Then he fell on his back with the wind knocked out of him. My opponent apparently didn’t see the rock. He only heard the noise and saw his friend hit the ground.

I looked at my suddenly distracted, shocked and disarmed opponent. “My two friends aren’t too far behind me. I suggest you leave while you can.”

The smaller guy glanced the darkness behind me, at me, then at his friend who finally started gasping and moaning in pain. He raised his open hands to chest height and stepped back beside his friend. As he knelt beside his friend, I held the knife in a throwing position. “I assume you know to not try for the gun?” I growled.

Not that I was about to test my so called throwing ability right now. Nor did I want to potentially give him his knife back. He didn’t need to know any of that. He helped up and supported his friend as they quickly exited the parking area. They started moving faster as he looked back and saw a fast-moving Cory run up to me. “Are you okay!?”

“I’m good. The adrenaline rush finally woke me up.” I walked up to the pistol on the ground and picked it up by the trigger guard, since I didn’t want to mess with the prints.

Cory looked around. “We should get moving! Now!”

I nodded. “I agree. I’ll bet you a dollar they have friends close by. But I think we have a couple minutes.” I put the pistol on the car and carefully ejected the magazine. I used my thumbnail to push all of the rounds out of it onto the pavement. Then wiped my prints off and threw it as far as I could into the weeds. Then I used a corner of my shirt to grip the very edge of the slide and ejected the chambered round. Next I threaded the knife blade most of the way through the trigger guard.

I handed the knife to Cory. “Think you could stick this into that wood pole with the dead streetlight over there and make it hard to remove?”

Cory grinned walked over to the pole and stuck I think about half of the knife blade into it about 7 feet (2 m) from the ground. He wiped his prints from the handle.

“Time to get out of here.” I did an abbreviated check on the car and unlocked it. We got in and left with no lights on until we were well onto a main street. Those two must live close since I didn’t see them anywhere on the way out.

“Well! That was another stupid, not well thought out move on my part,” I grumbled.

Cory replied, “From what I saw you had some pretty good moves.” He paused and apparently noted my mood had not improved. “Remember, I did talk you into going to this beach. I didn’t think. Maybe we should have driven further out.”

I grumbled more. “I know that and I didn’t even think of it myself. Stupid, stupid, stupid!” I changed the subject. “Do you see any tails?”

Cory looked around again. “No. I haven’t seen anything all night.”

I nodded. “Me either. I haven’t seen one since early afternoon. I hope that’s a good sign and not us getting sloppy or outclassed.”

We drove back mostly in silence to the motel. Cory must have figured I wasn’t going to get out of my self-annoyed funk. I dropped Cory off at the front entrance. He invited me up to his room but I declined. Since it was late. I was wiped and I had an early morning flight. Plus, he had a cover he needed to keep too. Finally, spending any more time in this neighborhood at this time of night, probably wasn’t a good idea, particularly after listening to my little voice scream at me repeatedly about the subject. He agreed with my assessment. Smart kid there.

I crashed in bed and woke up way too early and likely still short on sleep. Cleaned up, checked out. Drove to the airport and spent about three hours waiting for my 7 a.m. flight. At no time had I noticed anyone following me to or inside the airport. I got a text from Cory saying all was well.

I thought, “Maybe we got away with this. Or, I’m just getting too old to see things I should be.” I paused and silently interrupted, “Don’t say it!”

The little voice stopped what it was starting to say and responded instead with: “This whole thing has been going way too easy. Not something we are used to.”

I mentally nodded. “No, it isn’t. Murphy and the universe have been very kind this time. That’s why I am still expecting a very large piano, anvil or whale to drop on us at any moment.”

My voice continued: “Just watch out for guys with sharpened chopsticks in the concourse restroom.”

I winced at the memory of getting stabbed. “Ouch! Don’t remind me of that! Okay?” The little voice thankfully shut up again as I watched the people moving about and the airplanes out on the field.

Eventually we boarded and departed. It was a totally normal flight to Seattle. I had about a two hour layover waiting for the flight to my home airport. While waiting, I updated Cory on my status. It was about 40 degrees F (4.5 C) in Seattle. An unusually low temperature for that time of year. Which probably meant it was probably below freezing at home. The next flight took off on time. Everything appeared normal and I saw no signs of any tail. I used caution on the normally couple hour drive home because of the possibility of black ice on the road. I was still having severe problems believing things were going this well.

Once at my house, everything looked normal. Both neighbors are over a quarter mile (0.5 km) away with a decent line of sight. The lack of indoor lights said they probably bedded down hours ago. Nor was it late enough in the morning for them to start moving around. They would have let me know if something unusual had gone on around here.

It looked like the neighbor kid mowed the lawn that didn’t really need it anymore the day or two before. Probably for the last time this year. There were no indications of anything amiss with the out buildings. Nor around, or inside the house. I breathed a sigh of relief. I figured I’d grab my good bug and camera detector and go over the inside in the morning.

I reset the exterior security system. Gave the interior one last look then collapsed into my own wonderful bed and pillow around 4 a.m. local time. After I uncharacteristically tucked a .38 semiautomatic under my pillow. After spending over a week in Australia my body thought it still around late afternoon / early evening tomorrow. I hoped the jet lag on this one wouldn’t be too bad as I managed to fall asleep quickly.

I woke up well after sunrise from a wonderful dream concerning Cory. I rolled onto by back. My morning woody was quite apparent under the sheets. I spoke to the room: “Wow! Nine days ago I was in Australia. Five days ago I was on that island.” I stopped myself from saying: “And rescued Cory.”

“Quite a trip.” I strolled over to the bathroom did my business and showered.

I slipped on some running shorts and a T-shirt. Then went through the house with my regular detection equipment. This wasn’t my standard coming home procedure by any means. But this wasn’t one of my standard trips. Nor was it anything like my previous non-standard trips for that matter. Those were strange and unique enough all by themselves. Everything thankfully came up empty. I spent about an hour on the phone and computer theoretically making plans. Then, dressed more warmly, grabbed my phone and went outside to do some chores.

We basically had no cell reception here. So, most people out here still have landline phones. The only reason my cell phone works here is because I installed a network cell extender. It covers the outbuildings and all of the yard. If I go on top of the ridge behind the house, I can occasionally get 1 bar off of a tower. Maybe even a text if I held my tongue in the right place. My home computer network is hard wired. No wireless router leaking to the outside. I don’t willingly own anything with smart technology. If it is capable of it, it’s firmly disabled with extreme prejudice. I’m not anti tech by any means. I’m pro privacy. I sadly know too much about the world and some of the people in it. So I don’t trust the stuff or its suppliers any further than I can throw my pickup.

I got a text from Cory sometime before noon. Cory arrived in Seattle and would contact me when he landed here. I finished up what I was doing, cleaned up and started prepping for my drive to the airport.

I met Cory outside of the arrivals door. He had a completely uneventful flight. We got him loaded into the truck and started heading back to my place. As Cory closed the door to the truck he exclaimed. “I haven’t felt this cold since I spent over 48 hours in a freezer!”

I looked at him quizzically. “Training or experiments I assume?”

Cory nodded. “Both. Endurance tests on me and some training.”

“Ah,” I replied, then smiled. “I figured this might happen. You spending your whole life close to the equator. I have a blanket behind the seat and the heats on high. Now that we are here we’ll work on warmer clothing.”

Cory nodded thankfully as we exited the airport grounds.

“Do we need to stop for food?” Cory nodded and we stopped by a sandwich shop.

On the drive back we talked about his movements and activities he made while I was gone. It really looks like no one knows about him. Even my little voice was mostly quieting down. A nearly full moon and a cold cloudless evening lit the night and the roadway. The closer we got to my place, the thinner the traffic got. By the time we passed through the town closest to me. The only thing open was one combination gas station and convenience store. The only thing moving was the one city police car driving along the main street.

Cory asked, “How many people live here?”

I replied: “It’s pretty close to what the sign says. About 1,600 or so. It used to be larger a few decades ago. Then the jobs started drying up and moving out.”

He nodded, “I thought so. I noticed quite a few empty storefronts.”

I nodded. “Unless they get some industry or touristy thing going here. The older people will stay and the younger one will keep leaving. Most of the working age people here drive to a couple nearby towns for work.”

“Tyler, I’m curious. As much as you travel, why do you still live here and not somewhere closer to an airport and such?”

I shrugged. “I wasn’t born here but I was raised here. The place I have belonged to my great great-grandfather. Most of the property got sold off over the years as the family needed money. Or to settle estates and such. But I still have the house, outbuildings and about 40 acres / 16 hectares of ground I lease to my neighbors who raise livestock. I will probably be there until I die.”

We finally pulled into the driveway around 4 a.m. Cory said, “That house has been around for a while.”

I nodded. “Yep it has. Built in 1918. An actual two story Craftsman house.”

Cory replied: “Those were the mail order kit houses?”

“Correct. This one was shipped by railroad flatcars to a nearby sidetrack. The flatcars were unloaded onto horse and wagons and moved to this site. Then assembled over a pre-built basement. I have a few photos somewhere. The utilities have been upgraded over the decades. But done in a way you really can’t tell.”

We got unloaded and I showed Cory to one of the larger spare bedroom upstairs. After explaining the interior and exterior security systems I bid him good morning and to sleep well. Then I went back downstairs to my bedroom.

The sun was just rising when I awoke to a scream upstairs. “Damn! Sounds like another one.” I went upstairs and knocked on Cory’s door. “You okay in there? Need anything?”

After a few moments I heard a shaky sounding, “I’m okay. Come on in.”

I opened the door and saw Cory sitting on the side of the bed. I could see that he was shivering slightly. I could also see that the few days of a decent amount of food was showing up on him. He was nearly as defined as ever. But at least the striations and veins weren’t sticking out anymore. “Bad one I take it?” Cory nodded. “Want to talk about it?” Cory shook his head. “You want some company for a while?” He nodded.

So, I sat down on the bed beside him. Wrapped one arm around him. Cory did the same and we just silently sat for a time. My little voice and I discussed where we could possibly find a therapist or counselor we could trust for him to talk to, since mine sadly was no longer amongst the living.

After a while I finished dressing and went down to start breakfast. “I will need to go into town and stock up on more fresh stuff before the week is out,” I muttered to myself. “I also need to contact a couple people I called in yesterday.”

After about twenty minutes Cory walked into the kitchen wearing underwear briefs and a T shirt. He seemed okay. The T shirt hung snugly from his pecs, traps and upper lats. Leaving several inches of gap between it and his hidden abdomen. That gap continued all the way around to small of his back. I quickly glanced down at the defined thighs that were nearly as large as his waist. They did not completely de-empathize the large fist sized bulge in his briefs. The combination started to stir the hidden bulge in my jeans.

Damn! I thought. I never got into developed bodybuilders. Nor was I ever a size queen. Before Cory. Or, into someone that bleeping young! What’s up with all that?! The only thing I finally came up with was Cory’s statement that I smelled good. His sensitive nose was probably picking up on some of my pheromones he liked. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if he has some ramped up pheromones of his own that I’ve locked onto without consciously realizing it.

I tried to ignore what was going on downstairs as I smiled. “So, how do you like your eggs?”

Cory raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Any way but powdered!”

I nodded. “Understand that! Over hard it is. How many?”

He gave me a hesitant look. “Seven?”

“No problem there. About the same number of sausage?”

Cory nodded. I thought: “Well, his metabolism is probably equivalent to a couple teenagers at least. So that amount makes sense.” As breakfast cooked Cory asked more questions about the house, the property and my grandparents.

After we sat down I started filling him in on our next steps of building his existence. “I thought about calling Julie for this. But decided I didn’t want one person holding too many pieces of your puzzle. So, I called a hacker who owed me a favor to try to set you up with a high school education.” Cory gave me an intrigued look and motioned with his fork to continue.

“We made it pretty difficult for him, but he is enjoying the challenge. We figured you would have transferred 2-3 times between large city schools with 200-300 people or more in the class sizes. You dropped out your senior year and never graduated. Your grades are going to be generally C’s (2.0) and B’s (3.0) except maybe for A’s (4.0) in Math and Science stuff.

Cory looked surprised and said: “I’ve done a lot better than that!”

I nodded. “I don’t doubt it. But don’t think of this with your pride. Use your sneaky crawly training.”

Cory thought for a time, nodded and sheepishly replied. “You don’t want to give anyone reason to notice or remember me.”

I smiled. “Correct! Giving you honor roll grades would have gotten recorded somewhere. Local newspaper, school newsletter, et cetera. Too many variables to try and cover. You were the shy quiet kid who didn’t stay anywhere more than a year or so. You sat quietly in the middle of the class. You didn’t do sports or extracurricular activities that would have got you a yearbook photo. Or, a coach to remember you. You dropped out in your last year and started your wanderlust. If anyone shows your classmates a photo of you. One of two things will happen.”

Cory raised an eyebrow, and I explained: “They will either not remember you. Or, they will subconsciously try to please the questioner by saying they think they remember seeing you around. But they never really interacted with you. Your teachers will have erased their memories of all but a few of the memorable kids in your class. Particularly by the time anyone might get around to ask them questions. Especially if you weren’t there long.” Cory, properly in my opinion, nodded in agreement with my assessment.

“We aren’t going to worry about middle or grade school records for a while. If ever. Unless you go for a job with a security clearance, no one ever looks for those.” I met his gaze. Echoing my inner voice. “Of course, a security clearance might … not… be a good idea.” Cory chuckled. “Thankfully, there is no such thing as a permanent record.” Cory looked confused and I followed with. “Sorry! Cultural reference. I’ll explain later.”

I thought about the other issues with Cory’s new identity. “My hacker thinks the online records won’t be too hard to fake,” I went on. “He will be double checking to see if these schools still maintain hard copy records. If they do, that will be the hard part if we have to use those schools. I will be talking to another person to make several ‘Certified’ hard copies the transcripts for you to keep. If they need a photo with them, we can use your passport one. Oh yeah, we need to get you a new one of those with an adult face on it. We will need those before you go for your GED. Which reminds me, we need get more official copies of your birth certificate and social security card.”

Cory shook his head in disbelief and asked. “How many times have you done this before?”

I shrugged. “Never. But I know people who have done this stuff. You can learn a lot, just listening to and talking to people in a quiet place over beers. Or, just quietly sitting. Watching and listening to the people around you.”

Cory nodded. “I somehow keep forgetting what you do for a living. It’s going to be a while before I can cover all of the money you are spending on me.”

I smiled and shook my head. “As I said before, I’m in no hurry for you to”—air quotes—”‘pay me back’. Besides, you have noticed how I’m getting a lot of this stuff done?”

Cory blinked and blurted, “You’re collecting on favors.”

I nodded. “I don’t always take money. Particularly if they aren’t of means. In those cases, I tell them they do owe me in return, one or more favors. Depending on the size, complexity and ‘personal danger’ of it. For those who can pay, it is cash and a smaller favor. For some I simply don’t want to deal with again for some reason. I just take cash. Or, an immediate return of the favor if possible. I mostly trade in skills, abilities, competency and access. I’ve often covered the expenses of them carrying out that favor. Like Julie. Again, depends on their means.” Then I do have my occasional day job on top of that.

Cory nodded and smiled. “I suspect I’m going to owe you big! After saving my life is added in.”

I shrugged. “It all depends on how things go, my friend. Actually, when it comes to lives, I owe you. Plus everything you have already given me in return.”

Cory thankfully seemed to miss the second part of the last statement I accidently blurted out. My little voice didn’t though. He nodded. “Oh yeah, those thugs on the beach.”

I nodded. “That and one other time in Hawaii.”

Cory blinked. I stared into his eyes and continued. “If you hadn’t taken the risk of exposing yourself on that island, looking for some human contact, I would have fixed the plane and blissfully taken off into the sunset. With no idea of that island’s history, I think I would have made it to Hawaii okay. Since the guards obviously dropped the ball. I probably would not have left Hawaii alive. Because, I would have had no idea they were out there. Nor any leverage to keep them off of me. I may well have never seen it coming.”

Cory didn’t break eye contact with me as he slowly nodded in agreement. “That’s obvious, now that you point it out. I can’t see why I didn’t spot it until now.” He shrugged with a wan smile. “So, much for my deductive reasoning skills.”

I shook my head. “Stop selling yourself short. You have great deductive reasoning skills. I learned that the hard way while flying us to Hawaii. Not even Sherlock Holmes sees everything all at once, my friend. Plus, you had other things on your mind. Combined with getting shot in the face with a fire hose of new experiences.”

Cory appeared to accept my compliment. The silence continued as we finished breakfast and washed the dishes. Halfway through, Cory reached over to me and started lightly rubbing my back in bdetween me handing him stuff. I could feel the constraints of my cock in my underwear and jeans. I glanced down at Cory testing the fabric strength of his underwear as his contained head occasionally brushed against the lower cabinet door. The moment the last dish went on the shelf we were stripping down. There wasn’t room in the kitchen but the dining room worked.

After we all too soon finished. I smiled, shrugged, looked around and said, “The floor needed to be mopped anyway.”

Cory grinned. “Sorry about that.” He wasn’t sounding at all sorry.

“I’ll mop the floor as you grab a shower first.” We exchanged a quick kiss and went our separate ways.

Cory went to the shower. After finishing with the mop I sat down to my computer and started work. He eventually came out wearing the same clothes he was yesterday. “I regret to say I was still horny and jerked off in the shower.”

I looked at him and smiled. “No offence. I remember well. It’s been decades since I was in your age bracket. At least it’s a fast clean up in there.” I looked him up and down. “Oh yeah. Add that to the list. We need to order you more clothes. Or drive into the nearest town with a big men’s store. Plus, give you driving lessons. Remind me to grab my sewing tape measure later.” I stood up from the computer. “Time to give you the tour of the outside of this place.” “Before your list gets longer,” my little voice muttered.

We stepped out onto the front porch. The sun was completely above the horizon. Cory froze, eyes wide as he looked on the large expanse of rolling hills and scrub land stretched out before him. I let him take it in for a moment. “I suspect not seeing ocean all around you will take some getting used to?” He nodded. “When we go up the ridge in back,” I continued, “you should get a decent distant view of the mountain range west of here you flew over last night. You probably didn’t see much of it, even with the moonlight.”

Cory shook his head. “I ended up in an aisle seat, so I didn’t see much of anything besides the inside of the airports.”

I showed Cory the couple sheds, the semi neglected orchard and garden area I had. Then the barn and its contents. He commented that he was unsurprised at some of the items I had in, around and under said barn. Not sure if that’s good or bad. I like to believe I am not that predictable. Walking around the perimeter of the property he got a good look at the mountains in the distance. We exchanged waves with one of the neighbor’s family members driving a quad runner ATV to the back of their property. It looked like one of the three kids. Couldn’t tell which. The prevailing wind brought in the faint sound of a train miles away in the distance that I had to explain to Cory. I figured he would have known something about all that from his training and research.

Over the next couple months I ended up telling the neighbors and the locals in town that Cory was a distant younger cousin staying with me for a while. If anyone had comments about the way Cory looked. They didn’t mention it to me. What they said to everyone else however, no idea yet. I figured I will eventually find out. I usually do.

We also had Cory’s high school transcripts delivered to us and got his GED (General Education Development / High school equivalency) test scheduled in the closest available town. A new passport was on the way, along with extra copies of his birth certificate. Plus a few extra sets of mostly body concealing clothing. Thankfully we only had to return a quarter of the stuff because it didn’t fit. A laptop and a few other items. Finally a learner’s permit for driving. Not sure how much I am looking forward to playing the instructor. The little voice is enjoying every minute of my trepidation.

While Cory’s nightmares were decreasing, I was still on the lookout for a counselor whom I could trust enough to let Cory talk to. I’d been working with him but I was nowhere near an expert in the field. My past experience of working with one, combined with a lot of self-study, helped me fake it. But, I was not sure if I was doing the right things for him.

I finally noticed one of the toys he bought this morning. Cory was working with a hand grip exerciser. He was squeezing out about 15-18 full repetitions, then trading hands. I looked at him sitting on the couch. “Do I even want to ask what that thing is rated at?”

Cory replied, “Three hundred pounds (136 kg). It’s the largest one they make. I used to be able to do at least double the repetitions I’m doing now.”

“Ah! Okay.” I nodded. The little voice “eeped”.

I once again did some quick proportional math. I decided wasn’t sure I wanted to know how close his squat, bench press, powerlift, kinesthetic strength, and so on would be to my estimates. Or, even what we could use around here if I wanted to measure it. I definitely didn’t try to guess what his capabilities were when he was in peak shape with a lot more muscle mass. I was simply too intimidated by the possible answer to ask.

Cory’s pec squeeze and grip strength on the major’s ribcage, along with his uncalibrated accidental hug that night, still occasionally came to mind when we got intimate. Even though he had shown no lack of control since, using those thoughts occasionally allowed me to edge and not climax too quickly. While I had no firm idea what his current capabilities are, I did pity anyone or anything on the receiving end of one of his martial punches or kicks.

I was again glad for humanity that the “buyers” didn’t take delivery on the contract. I’m also glad he now has a good shot at a normal life instead of the one they planned for him. Or the one he was left with. I honestly don’t think he would have the personality or heart for what the buyers wanted. Thanks to his few “friends, allies and foster parent” role models he grew up with on the island. That, combined his basic brain chemistry and personality makeup. They really screwed up with those genetics too—in their probable opinion of course, not mine.

Cory may or may not have some turbocharged pheromones that initially attracted me, but who he was seemed to have sealed the deal on my cradle-robbing. My occasionally analytic mind still wanted to figure out what he possibly saw in me. Other than maybe as a father figure or white knight / savior with benefits. I hoped that that wasn’t all there was from his end. I and the little voice were too chicken to ask him. Something else finally came up to thankfully drug my mind out of its self-doubt mode.

Cory aced the GED Test. No surprise there. He also was a fast competent student when I taught him how to drive. He picked things up so quickly that I started teaching him defensive driving maneuvers like bootlegger reverses, etc. He had no problems with the driver’s exam either.

Right after Cory got his driver’s license, I got a call from Harry. He wanted to meet with me to see if I wanted (in his words) “A small fast simple side job with plausible deniability”. Experience and my little voice both screamed that it would be nothing of the sort. But I said yes anyway. Both my curiosity and paranoia about my short term cash flow won over. I let Cory know that he would be on his own at the house for at least three or four days, maybe longer. Plus I was wondering if he could drive me to the airport next week. I was confident there would be no problems with this arrangement.

The job lasted a little over a week. We mostly completed it. The results were more favorable than unfavorable, because we managed to complete the job’s main goal. Everything else around that goal, however, went sour. Very sour. I did get paid as agreed, plus a little extra. The less I think about or say about the whole thing the better. Because: one, it never happened and we were never there. Also, it mentally and physically hurts less that way. Yes, I did get to debrief and destress with a vetted sounding board. So, didn’t “bottle it up”. I do understand PTSD very well thank you.

Harry believed the story I gave him about Cory. I knew he guessed that I’d left a few things out. Why else would I have asked him to run his prints? But, he knew the things I did and Harry was a professional.

I let Cory know the day before when my flight would be arriving so he could pick me up. I met him outside of baggage claim. From his facial expression, you would think he had never before seen anyone walking like an arthritic senior citizen while wearing a “boot” on their left leg and sporting a couple splinted fingers, small bandages in several areas, and a black eye as the cherry on the top.

Cory quickly walked up and took my bag. I could see and hear his concern. “Are you okay?”

I gave him a crooked grin and a bad Groucho Marx impersonation. “Mostly. You should see the other guys.” Then in a tired voice I added, “I am getting too old for crap like this. I don’t bounce back or heal as well as I used to.”

“Anything broken? Or are you just bent?”

I shrugged. “Bruised, bent, sprained, strained, and dislocated. But nothing broken.”

We got to the car. Cory stuck my bag behind the seat, then gave me a gentle “bro hug”. “I’m glad you are back,” he whispered. “I really didn’t want to think about carrying out the just in case instructions you gave me.”

“I’m glad you didn’t have to either,” I replied. “But I’m also glad you were willing.”

On the way back, I told my tale to Cory. During my ramble, his reactions about the whole situation appeared to be in line with mine. He shook his head. “I’m surprised everyone, including you, made it out.”

I nodded. “So am I. But the end result was worth it.” We rode in silence for a while.

Cory broke the silence first. “I did spot a possible method where I might be able to make some cash. But I wanted to bounce it off of you first.”

I gave him a side eye as my little voice muttered “uh oh”. I motioned with my hand. “Go ahead. Whatcha got?’

“While I was surfing the web I stumbled on some porn sites.”

I nodded. “Okay. Not surprising or unusual. Keep going.”

“I found a few websites where people put themselves on audio and video feeds. Some to just show off. Others to raise cash.”

My little voice and I went, “Uuuh…”

Cory shook his head. “Not quite what you are probably thinking. That is too dangerous. While exploring, I’ve seen a few accounts where guys have trained themselves to handle large things like dildos and such being shoved up their asses. I figured I would discretely contact them, show them a quick private sample of what I’m carrying and see if they would be interested in trying the real thing.”

I wore a worried look as I nodded. My little voice was screaming incoherently. “I can see some risk in that,” I said judiciously. I paused a few moments with my patented thoughtful look. “Nearly anyone raising money on sites like that probably won’t be flush with cash. Otherwise they probably wouldn’t be there. Even if you could find someone who would be interested, I doubt any of them would be local or regional. It would require travel for one or both of you. By the time you did the round trip, motel and such. I’m not sure you would make anything. You would probably end up in the red financially.” I decided to let him down gently for now. “I need to give that more thought before I give a final opinion.”

Cory nodded. “I figured that would be the case. I was just wondering if you could think of any way around it.”

I smiled. “I will try but I’m not seeing much right now.” Even as I said it, the possibilities turned in my mind. Cory and I had a lot to think about.

We were driving down a low hill. Almost ready to cross a bridge over a deep dry stream bed. There was an 18-wheel truck trailer combination coming from the other direction on the bridge. As we approached the truck a car popped out from behind the truck attempting to pass it. Right on top of us. I saw smoke rise from the tires of the 18-wheeler.

“Shit!” I blurted as Cory looked away from me to the road. He loudly repeated my choice of expletive, hit the brakes, and quickly jerked the wheel to the right. I think he was trying for the shoulder of the road, but oversteered. We thankfully, barely missed the end of the twisted downturned guardrail as we bounced diagonally down the embankment. If we had hit the guardrail ramp from the outside, it probably would have rolled the truck. The truck didn’t stop until we were halfway down a steep slope, leading to the dry stream bed.

For a couple of seconds, we watched the cloud of dust swirling around us. Then in perfect synchronicity, we both loudly exhaled our held breaths, looked at each other, and said: “Are you okay?” Followed by both of us laughing at our timing.

I stopped laughing first. “That idiot almost nailed us! Good job on getting out of the way.”

Cory grimaced. “I’m glad I had a couple of seconds’ warning. I was aiming for the shoulder though.”

I nodded. “I guessed you were but you did well for the short amount of time you’ve been driving. Your reaction time also helped.”

Cory replied, “I guess we should take a look at our predicament.”

We both stepped out and cautiously stood on the 50 to 60 degree slope the truck was sitting on. I looked around. We generally weren’t visible from the highway or the bridge. Before we could say anything, we both looked up towards the highway as we heard a set of air brakes set. An 18-wheeler had stopped just past the end of the bridge. After a minute or so the driver started down the embankment towards us.

The driver called down to us. “I thought you two were goners. I locked it up hoping that stupid car passing me might clear in time. That goddamned idiot just kept on driving. I backed up to see if you all were okay.” He paused. “Are you all okay?”

I called back, “We’re fine. Truck looks fine, just gonna be here until we get a tow truck.” Cory started climbing as I started hobbling up the hill towards the driver.

As we got closer I could see the truck driver was probably in his late 20’s, about 5’ 9” (172 cm), with an average build and shoulder-length black hair under a ball cap. He was wearing blue jeans and a button up shirt. As we got up to each other I said, “Thank you for stopping to check on us.”

“Glad to do it,” he answered. “I wanted to make sure you all didn’t end up upside down somewhere down here.” He took a look at the truck from the top of the slope. “Geez! That isn’t coming out easy!”

I nodded. “Yes, it will be fun pulling it out.”

I noticed the driver held out the incorrect hand so I wouldn’t be using my bandaged one. “I’m Norm.”

I shook his hand and said: “Tyler.” Norm turned towards Cory and they shook hands and exchanged names.

The three of us talked for a while about the situation and other subjects. We found out that Norm comes this way on a fairly regular basis. Towards the end of our conversation, Norm wrote down a phone number and handed it to Cory. “If you could, give me a call when you all get situated. I want to make sure you all get out okay.”

Cory nodded. “Sure thing.” He pocketed the number. Then we all shook hands again and Norm walked back up to his truck.

As Norm pulled away I said, “It appears you have an admirer.”

Cory replied, “How do you figure?”

I shrugged as I started down the hill. “It isn’t unusual for someone to stop at an accident to check on things. But I noticed during our conversation. He spent more time looking at you than he did me. Even when he was talking to me, he was glancing at you. Finally, he did something out of the ordinary and handed you the phone number. So you could contact him again.”

Cory side-eyed me. “How is that unusual, pray tell, Mr. Holmes?”

I frowned. “Stop with the Sherlock quips. I’m nowhere near that good and you know it.”

Cory frowned in return. “First, you started it. Second, stop selling yourself short. It can get old.”

“Touché,” the little voice murmured.

I ignored Cory’s and my little voices comments and continued. “Now again, that might not be unusual if we had a potential insurance claim. Which neither of us mentioned. Then, he may have then offered contact info as a witness. Also, he never said that was the reason for the number. Finally, in most situations that number likely would have been handed to the older individual who was doing most of the talking.”

I paused. “It’s an age thing in most cultures. The older person he also knew was the owner of the truck.” Glancing at Cory I added, “Not only that, but In most cases, the number would be handed to the person they wanted to call them back. What clinched it was he stated that he wants you to call him. Not me. So, that makes it somewhat notable, concerned stranger or not.”

Cory was watching me warily. I continued, “So in conclusion, either he found you interesting—” I chuckled. “—or, my paranoid side is coming up with lots of other possibilities. But right now I’m leaning heavily towards: he found you interesting.”

Cory let that sink in as we looked over our situation. He finally replied, “Still doesn’t mean I won’t run the phone number and his background.”

I gave Cory my best ‘I’m proud of you my son’ look.

After we looked everything over Cory said, “If you got behind the wheel and back up, I think I could push this truck back up the slope to level ground. If we drove forward, we would only make our situation worse.”

While I agreed with his assessment of driving forward, I winced. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. You would have lousy footing on this slope. If we lost control, or you slipped and that truck started going forward, I’m not sure even you could get out of the way before it went over the top of you.”

After a long debate, including the prospect of waiting a couple hours for a tow truck, Cory managed to talk me into trying his idea. “Okay.” I held up my hands in defeat. “We’ll try it your way. But! If at any point it looks like you are losing it—or I yell for you to move‚you move! You understand me?” Cory said he understood.

I grabbed a folding shovel and we cut Cory some solid footholds in the slope of rocks and dirt. I got into the truck and started it. Cory squatted next to the driver’s side front corner with his shoulder against the front and his head against the quarter panel. Both hands on the bumper. Fortunately, the truck was old enough that most of the front was steel instead of plastic. With several solid handholds. I put the truck into reverse and held the brake. Then told Cory to start lifting.

I saw little to no strain on his face as the truck actually started to slightly move up the slope between the time I released the brake and gently pressed the accelerator. Trying not to spin the tires. At one point I did start spinning, pelting Cory with rocks and dirt as my little voice started cussing me nonstop.

When Cory reached the end of his lift I silently and sheepishly handed him a set of safety glasses I had in the toolkit. We reset and repeated. At the end of the fourth lift. We had high-centered the frame of the truck at the top of the slope. I set the brake as Cory repositioned. At the next signal, I could clearly some light, maybe moderate strain on his face as Cory actually lifted the front of the three-quarter-ton pickup clear of the ground. As the rear wheels carried the truck to the rest of the way to the top, Cory stumbled and fell forward.

I shut down the truck and got out as Cory climbed the rest of the way up, dusting himself off. He did not look winded but I could see that he was obviously half erect inside his pants. “Good job!” I said as I patted him on the shoulder. “Are you good?”

“Just fine,” he replied. “I need more exercise like that.”

I thought for a moment. “Hummm, we might be able to set up something using the truck or tractor as a weight,” I mused.

We obscured the footholds we cut into the dirt the best we could. Then got back into the truck. Cory drove the truck forward and back along the slope to make it look like more than one vehicle, something like a tow truck, was down here. Then, steered the truck back onto the highway. The rest of the drive back was uneventful. Even the little voice was thankfully silent.

Right after we got ourselves and my luggage through the front door and closed it. Cory turned to me, gave me a hug, and said, “It’s good to have you home and safe.” Then we started kissing, quickly followed by stripping. Including the accursed boot. I didn’t have to worry about the pain of standing on it for long. I looked at his partially hard cock. Slightly larger than my forearm, as it stretched down to around the upper calf of his 6’ 6”(198 cm) frame. It would have hung lower if his testicles hadn’t been in the way. As it quickly lifted itself to slightly above horizontal, Cory grabbed me at the sides of my hips and used a two-arm curl to gently and effortlessly lift my 250 pounds (113kg) of body weight. Until my growing cock was level with his mouth. Then he sucked me off by using his arms to gently move my whole body in and out. With my cock never completely leaving his mouth.

After less than a minute of this, I managed to position both of my feet to where they were on both sides of his cock and jerked him off using my body’s motion. Cory liked this enough that he started slightly moving his wrists, effortlessly rotating my body, swinging me so my lower body moved further in and out than the length of my cock and giving me a longer stroke on his tool. I occasionally brushed the tip and picked up some lube from his near-steady stream of pre-cum. I still don’t know how Cory’s prostate doesn’t howl in agony at his production rate. It was an interesting sensation, gently moving in several directions at once. While an expert tongue and lips worked me over. I was sure we’d try this one again.

It doesn’t happen often, but Cory blew before I did. His first few shots scored a solid, wet-sounding hit on the front door about 3 feet (90 cm) away from the end of his dick. I followed with my load into his mouth about 10 seconds later.

Cory lowered me to the ground. I spread my legs slightly so I landed with me resting on his still erect cock. “Well, we already have a mess. You want a round two?” Cory quickly nodded and I brought my legs closer together. Clamping around his cock then slowly started thrusting my hips in and out. Varying the amount of pressure I applied with Cory’s precum lubing the inside of my thighs. All the while, trying to keep the majority of my weight on one foot. We used our hands and mouths to keep exploring one another. This was the 1st successful position we ever used together and it was still a favorite. Eventually, Cory shot another load. Maybe a third of the size of his first load, but still several times what the average male his age can produce on their first.

We exchanged one last kiss and separated. Cory looked at the carnage. “Now, time for the not-so-fun part.”

I sighed. “As usual, I agree.” We both went to the kitchen for cleaning materials. I picked up the dripping wet throw rug in front of the door and stuffed it into a garbage bag to be washed. “I’ll say it again. I’m glad I have wood floors.”

After we grabbed a shower and a meal. Cory and I ran Norm’s phone number and initial background check. He seemed to come up clear. Cory called to let him know we were back safe. As I suspected, Norm was interested in getting together for lunch with Cory at a truck stop near the area where we;d met. Cory accepted the invitation at my silent urging, while my little voice repeatedly yelled “No!”

I angrily thought back, “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! He needs to start socializing at some point. He can’t stay locked up here forever! Shut up already! If the company knew anything, we would certainly be aware of it by now!” The little voice thankfully decided to drop to a surly unintelligible murmur.

Cory called Norm again two days later. After asking how we were, their conversation went a lot longer. They set up a lunch date three days later at a truck stop diner about an hour away from us. I got the impression that even though I was invited too, Norm seemed happier that I bowed out. My little voice screamed that I should go along and “shadow chaperone.” I told it to shut up. Cory even asked if I wanted to come and keep an eye on their meeting.

I shrugged as I mentally wrapped my hands around the neck of my little voice. “Well... I could. But I think you should have some alone time and practice socializing in the real world—free of me hanging around. Besides, Norm seemed to check out okay. Along with his close friends, relatives, and co-workers.” I added: “Just keep your head on a swivel and an eye out for anything—” I made air quotes. “—unusual. You know the routine.” Cory nodded.

That day, Cory left mid-morning in the truck and came back midafternoon. I was in the barn, tinkering with a frame Cory could use for exercising. With either the tractor or truck as the weight stack. I thought the engineering was okay. I also thought my attempts at welding should hold things together. Even though the beads themselves certainly showed no signs of professionalism or regular practice.

Cory walked into the barn. I greeted him with: “So how did it go?”

Cory shrugged. “We had lunch and talked for a couple hours. Told each other a bit of our life’s stories. You were right. He is definitely is interested in me. We didn’t get into any type of ‘intimate’ topics but we did agree to meet again for another lunch.”

I nodded, while again silently telling my little voice to give it up already. “Sounds good. You got some conversational and social practice in. Glad to see you two hit it off.”

Cory nodded. “Norm and I had a pretty good conversation I’d like to continue. Problem is, I’m still having problems convincingly talking about all of my totally fake life experiences.”

“Right now the attraction isn’t completely mutual. Nor do I know if it will ever go past that.”

I shrugged. “If it does eventually reach mutual attraction, give it some time before you go further. Says the paranoid side of me,” I added dryly.

Cory gave me a small smile. “I agree with your paranoid side. I want to make sure I know him very, very well before I expose too much to him. Figuratively… and literally.”

“We should have some time later this summer to do some traveling around the U.S. and Canada. That should allow us to build you a few real-life experiences for you to work with. Since all you have now is a couple of restricted days in Hawaii and this geographic area.” Cory nodded and thought that was a good idea.

A few days later Norm and Cory set up another lunch date later that week. In the meantime, it was my turn this week to do the cooking. During the dinner prep, I noticed three precooked in the package bratwursts in the trash can. One was mostly intact, while two were smashed and broken into several pieces.

When Cory wandered into the kitchen I said: “Was there something wrong with that package of sausages?”

Cory actually blushed. I think it was the first time I’ve seen him do that. I hid my humor at how cute he looked by using my usual head slightly cocked to one side curious face. A look I stole from a long gone family dog.

I think he actually turned redder as he slowly replied. “The sausages were fine.” He paused for several seconds, then forged ahead. “I was just doing an… experiment with them.”

My mind raced for a moment. I could only think of a couple of things that might embarrass him this badly. I straightened my head and kept the curious look. “Experiment?”

Cory’s long pause was both cute and noteworthy for its length. “I got curious about things and… used them as a dildo,” he admitted.

I gave him a friendly look and thought: “Well, that was the top guess of the two.” I shrugged and replied: “Nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone eventually experiments with their sexuality. Trying to find out what things do and don’t work for them.:

Cory gave me a relieved look. To this day, I still don’t know what reaction he was expecting from me. “I experimented the same way when I was younger than you,” I told him. “I learned that being a bottom didn’t do anything for me. Later on, the once-every-few-years colonoscopy more than confirmed that conclusion. May I ask how the experiment turned out? Answers, of course, are always optional.”

Cory took a deep breath and let it out. “It was interesting. I didn’t want to try it with something too solid. I was looking for something close to the real thing. Because…” He paused for several seconds and shrugged. “You know.”

My little voice “eeped” and said, “The two messed up ones.” I thought back, “The real thing isn’t quite as giving and fragile as those sausage links.” I nodded and kept a straight face. “Sounds like a reasonable idea to me. How did it work out?”

Cory quietly replied, “I think I will need to work on relaxing my sphincter for extended periods before I let you try it. It might be too uncomfortable until then.”

I gave a thoughtful nod. I did note he said ‘me’ and not ‘someone’ trying it. He also apparently got some level of enjoyment since he said he’d keep working with it. He must have somehow heard and correctly interpreted my little voice’s previous comment and quickly added, “There’s no way I’d be actually amputating any penis going up there… but I’m sure I’d probably squeeze it tight enough to possibly trap someone there.”

I replied. “Ayep. That could be a problem. If the blood can’t move past your sphincter tourniquet, you could effectively have a tied-off balloon trapped in there. Pulling it out by force could push the blood pressure too high. Possibly injuring it.”

Cory sighed. “Something else I need to add to my long, never-ending learning list.”

I smiled. “The day you quit learning is the day you stop thinking and breathing.”

For a moment I stupidly wondered why he hadn’t tried it before now. Then mentally slapped myself. Once I again realized he had spent his life under nearly constant observation. My little voice chimed in: “Maybe that’s why he’s embarrassed. Only discovering these things now.” I mentally nodded. “Normal, average people sometimes take even longer than he has.” The voice purred. “Well you should know!” I mentally growled: “Shaddup already! You were there too. Helping to mess things up.”

About a week later Cory came back from his second lunch date with Norm. I asked him how things went. Cory shrugged and said: “It looks like it may not be going too much further.”

I gave him a sympathetic look. “Want to tell me what happened?”

Cory shrugged again. “It looks like Norm is looking for a more casual sexual relationship rather than a deeper one.”

I nodded as my little voice heaved a sigh of relief. “That sounds rather shallow.”

Cory replied, “It sounds the same to me too. It isn’t something I want. Not because it wouldn’t be fun. But, I would want some level of commitment and mutual trust from someone else. Before I exposed—” He paused. “—too much about me. Particularly exposing my unnaturally one of a kind in the world dick. My overall body itself is still on the edge. Too many questions I don’t want to answer to someone I can’t fully trust.”

My sadness for his situation was visible on my face when I came up and gave him a hug. “OPSEC in your case is mandatory for both of us. Sometimes it hurts. I do honestly hope you do find another person you can trust with the knowledge of who you are.” I mentally slapped the little voice before it could make the comment I suspected it would.

We broke the hug a moment later and I stepped back. “You are not completely isolated. You still have at least one or two people in Samoa who know who you are and have kept it quiet so far. I have no idea what options might exist in your future. Time should tell.”

I patted his chest. “It may be your week in the kitchen, but dinner is on me. Plus, late winter or not I think some homemade ice cream might help lift your mood.”

He solemnly nodded. “It might. Thank you, my friend.” He smiled at me, and the trust and affection in his eyes was everything I needed in that moment.

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