Ambushed Part 4
by Ricky Stratton
tied2stakes@yahoo.com

copyright 2007 by Ricky Stratton, all rights reserved

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depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are
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Part 4 

Well it was finally here, Friday the last day of the week. 
The day eagerly anticipated by Ryan because it was the last
day of the school week and, for him, kind of a payday since
it was also the day he collected on his paper route and
received his share or the proceeds as well as any tips from
his customers. As Fridays went, Ryan knew it was going to
drag but there was nothing he could do about that.  He just
hoped that he could stay clear of Jake and his gang during
school.

He wasn't in the mood for any of their B.S. today.

But Ryan didn't have to worry about Jake today.  At least in
school.  As he did on most fridays, Jake and his two
partners in crime were playing hookey.  At about the same
time that Ryan and his pals were enjoying lunch in the
school cafeteria, Jake, Alex and Tommy were all hanging out
at Jake's family farm, or what was left of the farm after
having been neglected for several years.  Jake's father had
run off when Jake was born and had left Jake's mom to care
for both him and his older brother Brad who was now
seventeen.  Jake and Brad's mom worked two jobs and was
rarely home, especially on fridays.  As a result, Jake and
his buds were totally unsupervised and just itching to get
in some trouble.  In addition, Brad had just recently been
released from juvenile reform school where he had been
sentenced to a year for "doing stuff to other younger kids". 
Like his younger brother, Brad was a real trouble maker with
a sadistic streak that had gotten him in trouble.  He was
rarely home and today was somewhere out "on the road" with
his best friend Jeff, also seventeen, who got out of reform
school at the same time.

It was barely noon, and Jake, Alex and Tommy were hanging
out in the old two-story barn that stood about a quarter
mile from Jake's farmhouse.  They had already popped a few
beers and were talking about their afternoon plan's with the
unsuspecting twelve-year old who had given them grief all
week.

"So what's the plan Jake?" Alex asked as he took a swig on
his bottle of 'Rolling Rock' beer.

"We just sit and wait for him to show up later. I think this
is his last stop on his fuckin' route," Jake answered.

"Hey it's friday too.  So he's gotta stop and collect
right?" Tommy added.

"Right," went Jake.

"Well then, he's gonna have some cash on 'em then, get it?"
Tommy smiled.

"Aw man!  That's right!  We can rob the faggot!" suggested
Alex.

"Perfect, we can fuck him up physically, and fuck him up
financially too!" Jake belched as he tossed the empty beer
bottle aside and grabbed for another.

"Damn, this is gonna be so cool," Tommy laughed and both his
buds agreed.

Meanwhile, back at school, Ryan was relieved that Jake and
his ass-hole buddies were not in school that day.  He could
hardly wait for the last class to end so he could get
started on his paper route.  He had hoped that he could
deliver his papers directly from school since he had his
bike but he wanted to got home and change first.  The late
spring afternoon had warmed up considerably and he wanted to
go home and change into his favorite blue tank-top shirt. 
He would have liked to have worn it to school but tank-tops
weren't allowed so he had to wear a T-shirt instead as well
as his favorite pair of worn and faded blue jeans. 
Nevertheless, the T-shirt he was wearing was actually
referred to as a 'body shirt' because it was skin-tight and
showed off every contour and curve of his upper muscular
body.  It also had a deep, plunging V-neck that ideally
displayed the center of his bare chest between his well-
developed pectoral muscles.  All the girls in Ryan's class
could hardly keep their eyes from Ryan's body when he was
wearing this shirt, especially when he stretched back in his
chair with his hands behind his head.  When he did this, the
bottom of the shirt rose all the way up to his lower ribcage
and Ryan's full bare tight belly was put on full display.

"Oooooooo, look at Ryan," giggled eleven year old Courtney
at her girlfriend sitting next to her in class.  Both
glanced over to the twelve year old boy who was stretching
back in his chair during the last class of the dy.

"He is AWESOME!" replied the second girl as both onlookers
took in the sight of Ryan's lean well-defined tummy now
fully exposed by his rising shirt as well as his drooping
faded jeans.  A noticable bulge at the front of Ryan's jeans
also excited the younger girls and they both had difficulty
from staring.

As the day wore down at the Middle School and all the kids
were planning their upcoming weekend, a very different
scenerio was playing out back at Jake's secluded farm.  Out
in the barn, the three fourteen year old boys had finished
drinking nearly a half case of Rolling Rock beer and were
getting excited at the thought of Ryan showing up at the end
of his paper route.

"Is the stuff ready?" asked Alex.

"Yeah, over here in this box," Jake answered and the three
teenagers proceeded to root through an old apple crate.

"Cool, very cool," Tommy slurred slightly as he pulled out
several lengths of clothsline, some leather straps, and
various other pieces of junk.

"So what time do ya think he'll show up?" Tommy continued as
he surveyed the old barn which had several overhead beams
criss-crossing the open ceiling.

"I figured about 4 o'clock," Jake answered while he popped
yet another bottle of beer.

"Fuckin-A", went Tommy and Alex as they both 'high-fived'
each other.

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While the three teenage boys were anxiously anticipating
their upcoming ambush of the younger boy, Ryan had arrived
home on his ten-speed bike and quickly ran up the stairs to
his room.  The house was empty and he eagerly peeled off his
shirt and tossed it on his bed.  Then he grabbed his
favorite, equally tightfitting tank-top and prepared to slip
it on.  But before he did this he paused to look at himself
in the mirror. 

"Aw man dude, you are lookin' good," he muttered to himself
as he posed and flexed his bare upper body.  He was proud of
his pre-teen physique and enjoyed showing it off whenever
possible, expecially in front of the girls in his class.  As
he clenched his fists above his head and tightened his pecs
and abs, the twelve year old boy resembled a young "Adonis". 
His faded and well-worn denim jeans, although snug fitting,
sagged just low enough to expose a generous view of his lean
lower belly below his dimpled navel.  In addition, the top
of the elastic waistband on his skimpy bikini underwear was
also showing.  He smiled in the mirror and suspected that
those two girls in school had caught a glimpse of this when
they were looking at his in class.

After making sure that he looked "perfect", Ryan slipped on
the tight blue tank-top, straightened it out and left the
room.  He bounded down the stairs in his brand new 'Nike's',
left the house and jumped on his bike.  It was only a 5
minute ride to where he had to pick up his sack of
newspapers and then he could start his route.  But back in
his mind was the creepy thought that his last stop of the
day was at Jake's old abandoned farmhouse.  He suspected
that, as usual, nobody would be home there and that maybe he
would just skip the collection and just throw the paper on
the porch and quickly ride away.  But then he remembered
that they already owed three weeks past payment for the
paper and that he really had to get the money.  Oh well,
he'll worry about that when he gets there.  He just wished
that TJ and Mickey were available to keep him company like
they sometimes did but they were both pre-occupied that
afternoon.  In the meantime he had about nineteen deliveries
and collections to make before that so... he was OFF!

(to be continued)