Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... the light from his eyes.

Cam had his flashlight trained directly into Walter’s eyes. When both hands came up to block the light, it was clearly evident that Walter was not armed, or at least didn’t have anything in hand.

“Walt. I want you to stop right there. Keep your hands up where I can see them, okay buddy?” Cam called out forcefully, but no longer shouting. This was command tone, clearly enunciated and spoken.

Cam watched Walter freeze on the porch. His cheeks were wet from tears recently shed, his eyes were bloodshot and reddened. He was a physical wreck, dirty clothes, greasy hair, a two-day growth of beard. Cam lowered the flashlight from Walt’s eyes to shine on his greasy filthy tattered shirt.

“Walt… step forward and off the porch, carefully, mind that step.” Cam commanded.

Walter kept his hands up and slowly stepped forward a couple of feet and this stepped down off the porch onto the gravel. His chest was rising and falling, his heart still racing. Any second now he thought, but then would he even feel it if he was shot?

“That’s good, Walt. You can stop there. Now, turn around slowly, that’s right all the way around. I just need to see that you don’t have any weapons on you.” Cam said a little more softly this time.

Walter obeyed the command and spun around slowly in place. When he got back to where he started, the flashlight clicked off and it seemed like it suddenly got darker. For the first time since waking up a little while ago, he ...

... thought there might just be a glimmer of hope.

“Is… Is Vivian really okay?” Walt stammered uncertainly.

“Yes, Walt. She’s okay. She’s home now. I’ll take you there after we go in to the station so you can talk to the Sheriff. Maybe we can get you fed and cleaned up a bit. You hungry?” Cam asked as he quietly re-holstered his revolver and slipped the safety strap back over the hammer.

This was not missed by Richard who came slowly, maybe a little warily, around the back end of the truck and approached the lantern and picked it up. Walter watched him as he distractedly answered Cam’s question, fully aware that his stomach just growled.

“Y… Yeah… I could eat something I guess.” Walter said bashfully as he looked Richard up and down.

“Walt, this is Rich… Richard Burton, He’s just moved here recently. Rich, this is Walter Wainwright.” Cam said in way of introductions.

“I’m… I’m sorry I broke into your place here Mr. Burton… I’ll pay to replace the broken glass and well to clean up a bit.” Walt said sheepishly.

The introductions were awkward, for sure, but they went quickly and soon Cam had loaded Walter in the back seat of the cruiser and said his thanks and good byes to Richard. He promised that he would come see him for information to make his report. If he wanted to press charges, he could do so then. Richard declined to press charges, saying that we all go through trying times, no need to make it worse over something so minor. He did say he’d like to know the ...