Date: Sun, 19 Apr 2009 04:40:56 EDT
From: Goindwntwn@aol.com
Subject: Wrestling With Petey chapter 3

			   Wrestling With Petey
			       chapter three
			 A Shitty Day In Paradise
			      by Steve Bubner


	Petey and I slept great in each other's arms. I had never felt so
pleased. His body touching mine as we slept. It was as if we had become as
one.  It was early when Scott woke us up.

	"Hey. Why are you guys naked?"

	I knew we were busted. How could I explain why we were naked,
sleeping together? We were fourteen and fifteen year old boys. Boys that
age shouldn't be sleeping naked together.

	"Hi,.. Umm,.. It was too hot last night and we just kicked our
clothes off.  You little runt. Why did you wake us?"

	"It's 9:00, you should be up by now. Don`t call me a runt!"

	I smelt beacon cooking and I could hear dad in the kitchen flipping
the leaves of the Sunday paper.

	"Get out of here. Leave us alone." I told Scott.

	"Fine. I'll just go tell Mom and Dad you're both naked and don't
want to eat."

	I grabbed Scott by the foot and pulled him to fall on me.

	"You little prick! I'll kick your ass if you tell!" I started to
tickle him.

	"Stop it Steve, I have to pee." I loved to hear his squeaky child
voice, wine.  He really was a good kid.

	Petey woke and didn't know what to think. He giggled as me and
Scott wrestled around on the floor.

	Scott said, "Dad looked in and saw your clothes on the floor.
You're both in trouble."

	"Why?" I asked.

	"You know, we have to sleep in underwear. Mom's rule."

	I whispered,.. "Piss, on wearing underwear."

	Scott giggled and said, "Yeah, I know."

	Scott,. I knew liked to sleep in the raw too. He was a nature boy
just like me.

	"Get dressed. Mom has breakfast just about done."

	"Is Dad really mad?" I asked.

	"No, he didn't see anything. But, I could tell him about it
though."

	I whispered, "You little prick. You better not tell him!"

	Scott laughed as he ran back to the kitchen.

	Petey looked up at me. I told him. "We better get up. Scott will
blow it, if I don't stop him." We quickly put on our jeans and clothes from
the day before.  Camping was over.

	Petey and I walked into the kitchen. Scott sat at the table chewing
a mouth full of beacon. I could see the jealousy in his eyes as me and
Petey entered the room.

	I gave Scott a stern look. He knew not to fuck with me.  He
grimaced, back at me. I knew he was on the edge of busting my eggs.  I sat
down beside Scott and gave him a big ol wet sloppy kiss on the lips.  He
choked on his eggs and about puked. Me, Petey and Dad laughed. Mom giggled.
Scott was embarrassed.

	"God. You're so gross, Steve!" Scott whined.

	I rubbed Scott on the head. "Why? Because I love my little
brother?"

	Scott jerked away from my touch. I could see him getting madder. I
knew I should stop.

	"You boys stop it!" Mom said. "Petey? How many eggs do you want?"

	"I'll have two. Please. Thank you Mama."

	My mom served me and Petey our breakfast as Dad read his paper and
drank coffee.

	"I have to go to the office this morning and pick up some
paperwork. I can give you a ride home after you finish eating, Petey."

	"Thank you, Sir. Thank you for letting me spend the night."
	Dad looked over the top of his paper, smiled and said, "You're
welcome, Son."

	Petey smiled and looked at me. I smiled back at him. I could feel
that Petey was happy. He didn't get much love at home. I was glad to have
Petey as my friend.  I wanted to share my family with him. Even Scott.

	After we finished eating, we got ready to leave. I wanted to ride
along, to take Petey home.

***

	When we turned the corner of the block where Petey lived, there
were cop cars all over the place with their white and blue lights
flashing. There where two cop cars and an ambulance in his driveway. Two
cops were standing in the drive.  Cops were everywhere. Yellow cop tape was
across the end of the drive and in front of the door of his house. I knew
something was wrong. Petey stiffened against me as we sat together in the
front seat.

	Dad pulled up to the curb in front of Petey's house. I opened the
car door to let Petey out. He almost knocked me out of the car as he
crawled over the top of me.  Petey started to run towards his house. One of
the cops stopped him in the driveway.

	I looked at Dad with fear in my eyes. He looked at me with concern.

	The cop said, "Whoa, Boy! You can't go in there."

	Petey screamed. "I live here! Where`s my Mom and Dad?"

	I started to cry. What had happened?

	The cop held Petey by his arm as he drug him back to our car.
Petey was screaming, "Where's my Mom and Dad? I want my Mom and Dad!"

	The cop knew my dad.

	"George, I'm sorry. There's been a terrible thing happen here this
morning.  You need to get these boys out of here. Now! Please take them
back to your house.  I'll be there soon to explain."

	Petey was still screaming and trying to get away from the cop,
kicking him in the shins.

	Dad got out of the car and grabbed Petey by the shoulders and shook
him.
	"Petey. Stop it. Get in the car!"

	Petey was crying, I was crying. What the fuck was going on?

	Dad near threw Petey in the front seat beside me. I had never seen
my dad so stern. Dad got in and locked the car doors. Petey tried to crawl
over me to get out.

	Petey tried to open the car door. He screamed. "Let me out. Let me
out!"

	I slapped Petey's face.  With a broken voice I screamed, "Shut
up. No. Stop it Petey!"

	Petey fell over me crying. Holding onto me for dear life.

	Dad said, "Fuck!" as we drove away. I had never heard my dad say
"Fuck" before.

	As we drove away, I looked back and saw two paramedics bringing a
gurney out of Petey's house. A white sheet covering a whole body. I could
not tell who it was.  I closed my eyes as Petey cried and held me tight. I
wanted this to be just a bad dream.

***

	We pulled into the garage. My dad told us, "You boys go up
stairs. I'll be up in a minute."

	We passed my mom in the kitchen as we headed up the steps. The look
on her face was of grief. I could see she had been crying. I ran up the
stairs as fast as I could, pulling Petey behind me. I heard Scott crying in
his bed room as we ran past to my room. I slammed the door behind us. We
fell onto my bed crying. Holding each other.

	My dad walked into the kitchen and hugged my crying mother.

	"I just heard on the news." She cried, as she fell into my fathers
arms.  What had been a happy home only an hour ago, was now filled with
sadness and uncertainty.

	I heard a car pull into the drive. I heard someone knock at the
front door.  My father opened the door.

	"Hi Jack, come in. What the fuck is going on?"

	"George, I'm sorry. We think Pall Huntington shot his wife in the
head, then shot himself. They're both dead."

	I heard my dad say loudly, "What the fuck. You mean. You think?"

	"George, slow down. They're both dead."

	Dad cried out, "Oh My God!"

	I felt the house shake as my dad punched the wall.

	"George. Don't make this harder for me. I hate it as much as you
do. I have to take Petey to the hospital. We want him under supervision
when we tell him about his parents."

	"Fuck you Jack! That boy has been under my supervision since 5:00
yesterday. You're not going to take him away from me."

	"George, I have to."

	"No you don't Jack. I know the laws. I'm a fucking lawyer. I know
more about law than you do. Jack. We have been friends for twenty years.
Get the fuck out of my house. I'll take care of that boy."

	"Ok, George. I'll get a court order from Judge Henry. The boy's
parents are dead. He has no other family."

	"Fine. Tell Henry to come over. I'll kick his ass. No one, is going
to take that boy away from me."

	"George, stop it! You don't know what you're saying."

	"I know, I'm asking you nicely to leave my home. You have no right
to take that boy from me now."

	"George, I hope you know what you're doing. This could get you in a
lot of trouble."

	Dad took a deep breath. "Jack, I know what I'm doing. I'll call
Henry right now.

***

	"Judge Henry? This is George Albright. I want you to know I have
Petey Huntington here at home with me. He's safe. I can't believe what has
happened."

	"I know George, I just heard. I'm glad the boy is with you."

	"Good! Here,.. tell Deputy Jack Numbnuts to get the fuck out of my
house."

	"Yes sir,.. Yes sir,.. Yes sir,.. Good Bye Sir."

	"Ok George. Henry said to leave the boy with you. He said he will
come right over. I suggest you calm down."

	I know you're only doing your job Jack. I have to have some time to
think.  This is so ugly."

	"I know George. It's tragic."

	"I'm sorry Jack. I'm just not thinking right. I need a drink."

	"George. It won't help."

	Dad laughed.

	"Yeah, Jack. You're right. It won't help Petey. Thanks for being my
friend.  I'm sorry I swore at you."

	"It's Ok George. This has us all messed up. I have to go back to
the police station and start writing this up. I'll talk to you soon."

	"Thanks Jack. Goodbye."

	 I heard the car back out of the driveway. Petey had passed out
from crying.  He had cried himself to sleep, laying across my chest. He
didn't hear any of what I had heard. My eyes were sore from crying.

	What a shitty day! I held Petey tight in my arms.

	I fell asleep too.

I'm sorry this was such a sad story. I know it is not what you may have
expected.  I saw it coming 3 weeks ago. I'm just a writer. Sue me. Life is
not fair.  I hope I have brought you from being content to anxiety, from
anxiety to sadness, back to being content again. I hope you have laughed
and cried with me.

I won't spend much time writing about the gruesome details of Petey's, Mom
and Dad's death. After all, this is Nifty. It should be full of fun boy
sex. More to cum.  Maybe Scott will comfort Petey, in his time of need.
Scott is a nice little brother.

LOL,
Steve