One day Frankie and I were planing a trip to Lousiana, we had never been to the "Cajun" State so we were kinda excited.

Frankie is from Houston and there were some stories on the T.V. when i had arived at his house. Local news that did'nt really interest me (at that moment) cause we were on our way to Mardi Graw!!!!..... OOOO Ya.

Frankie is kinda shy so I packed up a shit load of beads so that he did'nt have to expose himself for the gracious gift, along with a few more things, the definate travel goodies (a loaded ice chest [ got it ] a fat bag of weed [ got it ] porn mags, did'nt think i'd need them [ bring them anyways...hehehe ] and a few articles of clothing (had'nt seen Frankie in a few so I was hope_n i would'nt need much of them) and we were on our way.

Just as we were walking out the door............

"This is a SPECIAL REPORT...........BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP..........Live from our Houston office with Greg Hurst"

I was anxious to go so i did'nt give a shit, but Frakie had a good point.

"What if it's about the weather?"

"Local authorities have issued a warning in the Houston and surrounding areas" ran across the screen. "At 10:15 this evening" a voice sounded, "one of the most notorious child molesters in captivity, vanished from Bellaire Medical Center" the reporter states, we go on the scene with Y.N.N. and Their Lead Investigator, Tristenela2001."

"Mr. Tristenela what is the feeling on the streets there at Bellaire Medical? We understand that they have closed the gates to even news teams, how is it you had the oppertunity to interview some of the doctors and staff that worked around what their calling 'The Swamp Thing'

"Hey i'll stick Yahoo up your ass, you sorry mutha fucker"

UUUmmm Mr. Tristenela"

"What the fuck do you want..... OOOh were on the air .... right." "You wanna grab my pecker, peter, poper, poser....hehehehe, but seriously Greggy these people are fucking nuts over here."

"We, here at KHOU Chanel 11, are locking our doors cause we are to believe that the inmate that has been missing is still at large?"

Yes, he's very large.......

No, Mr. tristenela, we mean he's still on the lose."

OOh, definatly loose, loss, loser, lam-ma-am-a-ding-dong."

OoooK...... Well this is Greg Hurst reporting for KHOU Chanel 11."

"Lets go there chasing a nut around town all the more better to get out!!!" I say.

"Ok, lets go"

AWww, he's so cute when he gives that look.

With miles in front of us, we start our journey

At the half way point Frakie has to pee.....to many beers i suspect, but i throw the option of a rest area for his release

<<<20 miles till the next rest area>>>The sign states.

"I cant wait" Frankie say's.

"OK..ok.. I'll pull over"

A slight drizzle was coming down, just enough to keep the windwhippers going.

"Hurry up" I shout from the cracked window. "Were losing valuable time!!!"

Standing along side a tree Frankie pulls down the jam's just under his dick.The night lacked visual due to the cloud cover and the wind had a definate chill about it.

"K.... Lets go" Frakie says.

As we started off I caught Frankie glaring out the window. "Whats the matter" i said.

"I just got the feeling someone was watching me back there".

"All this shit is getting to you, you'll feel much better at the hotel when we get there." I reach over and poped the disc in the player, slid my hand around the inside of Frankies thigh and readied myself for the second phase of our trip.

As we pulled into Lousianna, there were people everywhere. "Fuck, i knew we should have made reservations over the phone." We drove around for hours, finally coming across a small hotel near the swamp. "Its not the greatest but it's something ....lets just stay here" Frankie says.

The smell of stale water filled the air. There was a sign on the office door that read

'NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR LIVES'

That night we FUCKED, and we fucked, but had this feeling we were being watched. I flipped Frankie in so many possitions we.......... well let's not go there. That night we fell asleep just staring at eachother, we did'nt even mind the smell of the swamp just outside our back patio door.

That morning I got up a bit before Frankie, and i'm a morning sex fiend. I rolled over to slap that OMG ass of his.

"What the fuck" I woke him up. "Whats this shit all over you?"

Frankie jumps up with a statled look on his face. "Whaaatttt, get it off me" he yells.

There was this mossy, muddish shit all over him, around his ass expecialy.

"Go jump in the shower" I said discustingly.

I looked around the room, all seemed alright, nothing was missing. "Wait the weed" I said to myself. "Thank god ........ it's still here" as i sat on the bed to roll a fatty. 'Creak' a small sound cme from the back door. As i got up to investigate...... 'SPLASH' a huge wave came up onto the patio. I thought to myself "fuck, was it a gator........ that was one BIG ASS gator."

Frankie was still in the shower when i went to the office to report the strange occurence in our room the night before and to find out a little more about Gators.

'KNOCK ......KNOCK' the door pushed open a bit. "Hmmm ... Hello is anyone here?" I could hear the radio on, news of that child molester from Texas I thought was weird all the way over here.

"Reports are coming in from all over the State of Louisiana possible sightings of the man there calling 'The Swamp Thing' ....... There has even been a few reports of molestation around the New Orleans area, a full scale search is in effect targeting the swamp lands. We go live on location with Y.N.N. and Reporter Tristenela2001."

"Yes Greggy, Im here with one of the victems of last nights molestation spree. A young man from Arizona tring to find his sexual identity and faced with the ugly face of 'DRISHOUSTON'. Johnny Tyler tell us in your words what happened."

"I'm not gay ..... I'm not gay ....."

"Well there you have it" says the reporter. "Another young adult fucked up by this evil Swamp Monster."

As I walked back to the room I contemplated wether or not to tell Frankie about the news of this thing being in the same area as we are, and as I walked through the door he was all over the bed with that ass up in the air, I kinda forgot about it.

It was getting late in the afternoon and we had'nt even had breakfast, so i reached for the key's, give Frankie a kiss, and head out for some lunch. It was'nt that long that i was gone, maybe 30 minutes or so. When I had arrived back at the hotel there were cops everywhere. Dogs, teams of dog patrols were out, it looked like they were setting up some kinda command center.

"Whats going on" I said, confussed a little.

The owner of the place was talking to some police officers and that reporter guy. As he spots me, he points in my dirrection.

"Excuse me, are you Daniel Tristen" one of the officer say's.

"Yes, can I help you" I reply.

"And Frankie Celestino is your boyfriend"

"Yes..... whats going on here"

"It seems as if your boyfriend has come up missing"

"Missing, what do you mean missing?"

"It was the Swamp Thing I tell ya" says the hotel owner. "I saw it come outta the water, all ugly and shit, big ass mutha fucker, and carry that gay boy away."

"Please, Mr. Creole let us handel this.

"Fuck the police...... hehehehe" the reporters voice sounds out. "Let me in here" he say's. "Reporting live from this fuckin hell hole of a hotel somewhere in ... i dont know where the fuck I am."

"What is this guy on about" I could'nt help but think.

"Ok ok lets see, you went to get lunch...... wheres my tuna sandwich you bitch"

This guys nuts. I turn to the officer, "What is being done to find Frankie" I scream.

"Calm down, Sir" he mutters. "Were doing everything we can to locate the gay boy.

"Shots fired, Shots fired, officer needs assistence" sounds from the radio in the squad car.

"Where are yu Muddy" say's the voice on the radio.

"I think i got it" the muddy character say's

"And the gay boy, ya see um"

"Ya tha big mutha fucker was stuck to him like a dog in heat"

"Frankie wake up, we need to hit the road if were going to get to New Orleans at a decent time. Oh my god what is that shit all over you? Go take a shower while I get the car packed up."

"We Interupt your regular programing schedual to bring you this Special Report"

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