Hybrid Theory Chapter 6
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Chapter Six
Charades
Mark lived about 50 miles away in the next county, on the outskirts of a big city. He pulled the Jeep under his carport, and I grabbed my stuff. He lived in a two-year-old, small double wide. I knew where "my" room was. I went and stashed my backpack. When I came back in the kitchen, he was messing with a Pelican case like the ones my camera equipment was in, on the kitchen table. He pulled the lid open and took out a plastic roll and closed the case. He unscrewed the lid on the coin roller and pulled out on coin and handed it to me.
"This is a Vanterran Sovereign" he said.
"Yeah, I used to see dad putting those in rolls" I said.
"According to coin broker sites on the internet, the current exchange rate for a Vanterra Sovereign is $2888.16" Mark said, "20 to a roll" he continued. I figured it up in my head -- roughly $60,000 in that roll.
"What? How? I don't..." I didn't even know what to say. He looked at me and said, "That's why I told you no cell phones."
I checked my pocket, but I'd left it in the bedroom.
"Is it still on?" he asked.
"Yeah, but..." I said, he put a finger to his lips, "go turn it off."
I did as he asked. Smartphones are always listening. I even stuck the turned off phone into the bathroom at the end of the hall and closed the door before going back to join him again.
"There's 40 rolls in this case" Mark continued.
"Gods damn!" I said, rapidly doing that math -- that's over $2 million!
"There's four of these cases" Mark said. I felt like I was going crazy. How in the hell could my parents have $10 million dollars laying around when we were living in poverty? It didn't make any sense.
"The night he took her away, before he terminated her cell service, she texted me and told me to go clear out her storage locker. It was a very small one, literally a locker, and all it had in it was four Pelican cases" he said. "I knew something was up when I started to lift it; it weighed a solid 50lbs. I figured."
"But how? Where was dad getting that kind of money?" I asked.
"Selling secrets. Why do you think the embassy was so eager to help get him on a transport?" Mark said. "Your dad ran one of the corporate paper shredder trucks for the garbage company. Quite a few of the papers he was supposed to shred `accidentally' got dropped into the truck, where he would collect them later, scan them and sent them off to his contact."
"We don't...didn't even have a scanner at home" I said.
"He sent the emails from work and then shredded the papers after. The only mystery is who was working with him to wipe the digital records of the emails" Mark said. "Anyway, Marian agreed to leave with him if he left this stash for you."
"This stash?" I asked incredulously, was there more?
"This was a small stash. She said most of his dirty money is in a numbered Swiss bank intergalactic account. By now it's all been transferred to a Vanterran based bank" he said. I sat in stunned silence for a long time.
"So, you see why I didn't want to discuss this over the phone?" he asked.
"Uh, yeah" I said.
Mark handed me the roll in his hand. I took the roll and felt its weight.
"How much is left on the loan on your motorcycle?" Mark asked me.
"About $8000" I'd just called to get the balance since I was going to have to take it over. Mark took the roll back from me and counted out four coins onto the table, then put the roll back in the case.
"I am under your mother's instructions to keep all this safe for you. She said if you had it all, you'd start spending it like crazy and questions would be asked about where it came from which could lead to a major incident between governments. Basically, I'm your trust holder" Mark said. It kind of irritated me, but it was true. My first thought was to liquidate all of it and buy shit. Mom knew Mark had enough sense to do things right, as well as knowing that he was one of the only people I trusted. I sighed in frustration, but I understood why it had to go like this.
"Okay. Here's my plan," he said, "We're going to cash out those four to pay off the bike and give you some pocket money, and I'll put $100,000 worth in an account under our false identities that we'll have by Monday, thanks to a shady acquaintance of your dad. The rest will be invested, so it will continue to grow." I just nodded. He'd clearly been thinking about it a lot.
"I don't know if I get a say, but I think you should get a roll at least" I told him.
"Oh, don't worry, Marian took care of me already. Like I told you this was just one stash" he said with a wink.
"So, what do you say we go to the bank?" he asked. I jumped up, ready to go.
"Then let's stop by the finance company" I said. He gave me a thumb's up and grabbed two rolls of coins and put the rest in his gun safe and we headed out the door. I decided my phone didn't need to know where we went or what we said today.
It felt so good to walk into the bank where dad financed the motorcycle and hand them the cashier's check for the payoff on the bike. The teller said as soon as everything cleared, they'd send out the title. I had to remember to give her Rav's address as I told her my parents had moved off world. With the change left after cashier's check I opened an account in my name at the bank and deposited the remaining $3500 and change. They'd send me a debit card in a few days. Other than that, life would be as normal as possible. Mark said I should still keep the job at the bookstore and live like I was poor -- I had to keep up appearances. I asked if I could tell the Vargellas. He said I shouldn't tell them everything, especially about where the money came from or how much it was. The rest of the weekend we just hung out at his house and caught up. I'd actually forgotten how much I enjoyed his company after dad forbade me from seeing him. I'll have to admit, if he wasn't my uncle, I'd be very attracted to him. Which made me think of Rav.
Sunday morning, I was very ready to get back to my new "home." Mark said he had things to do before he went to work tomorrow anyway, so I got up and turned my phone on for the first time of the weekend. I had a whole list of messages, all from Ravan, getting increasingly desperate. I sat on the bed and called him.
"Hey Rav" I said.
"Oh, hey...FINALLY!" I could tell he was pissed.
"I'm sorry" I said.
"You should be" he replied.
"I'll explain in person, you can punish me then" I said. I could hear his tail thumping something even through the phone. I guess that idea appealed to him. "We're about to leave here to come back."
"Oh, so, you are coming back?" he said caustically, "I thought you'd decided to move in with him."
"No. You're the only one for me" I said. Again, heavy thumping in the background.
"About time you accepted that" came his playful response.
"See you in an hour or so" I said, and we ended the call on a happier note. I grabbed my stuff and headed out to the Jeep.
"Talking to `the only one' for you, I hear" Mark said. By now you'd think it wouldn't affect me, but I felt the dame blood rush to my ears and I just grinned.
"He is quite a catch" Mark said, "those beautiful blue eyes..." Was he making fun of me?
"You should see the rest of him" I said.
"Is that an invitation?" he asked. I shot him one of my best stink eyes.
On the way back to Ravan's my mind started wandering and I asked Mark why he didn't have a man of his own.
"I mean...you work in the big city; you have your own place...not to mention you're built like a brick shithouse..."
"I've had a few, but none who wanted to settle down or with whom I wanted to settle down" he said, giving me a look I couldn't quite place before quickly changing the subject.
"I know you've got it bad for Rav, but don't give in to the temptation to tell him everything about this. Running your mouth could get us all in a fuck-load of trouble...or worse, depending on who found out" he said.
I made a big display of putting one hand over my heart and raising the other and saying, "I solemnly swear I will not tell anybody about the events that conspired this weekend." He looked almost pissed.
"It's not a game, Kreg. I'm for real" he said. I looked at him again, deep in thought, and it started sinking in.
"Okay Mark, I promise, seriously. I won't tell anybody, not even Rav until you say it's okay" I said as seriously as I could. It looked like he relaxed a little. Then another whiplash change of subject.
"One reason I haven't found `my man' is I have a thing for Vanterrans. I like the big ones who look like Ravan's dad Kris or even better, the ones who look like a rottweiler" he said, "Even on Earth, do you know how rare it is to find one of those who will admit to liking other males?"
"A closet dog-lover!" I said, acting shocked. "So, that's why you always liked me?"
"I love you for you, besides, you're family..." he said, then with a raised eyebrow said, "the fur doesn't hurt your case though."
When we got to the Vargella's, Mark didn't come in. He went back to take care of the other errands he needed to get done. I waved at Rav's parents as I climbed the stairs to `our' room.
Ravan was laying on his bed reading some textbook trying to ignore me. I created a glitch in his attention when he heard the deadlock on the door shut. I stood by the bed and toed my shoes off, then pulled on my belt and let it fall loose. He was still trying to ignore me, but I saw his tail wag a little as he watched me out of his peripheral vision. I unbuttoned my jeans and stepped on the bottom of the left leg to get my foot free, then did the same with the right side. I let them sag and stepped out of them and threw them over onto the loveseat. When he saw the bulge in my underwear, his tail went crazy.
"You're not fooling anybody" I told him, "You can't stay mad at me for going off with my uncle."
"You wouldn't even answer the phone" he pouted, like a little kid throwing a tantrum.
I pulled my tee shirt up over my head and threw it over with my jeans. He had to reach down and rearrange things. I dropped my underwear and stepped out of them and took a step closer to the bed. He couldn't take it. He pushed forward and sucked my rapidly inflating cock into his mouth and basted it until I was harder than steel. He stopped and sat up and started flinging his clothes in every direction, then pulled me down on the bed with him. He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. I adjusted and moved just below his crotch and pressed my hard dick and balls against his and started humping against him. He grabbed up both our cocks in his hands and started jacking us. Between the jacking and the humping, I managed to last 5 minutes before blasting a load all over his stomach. He dipped a finger into the mess and took it to his mouth, then scooped up more and fed me some. I doubled down on his cock, watching as his stomach tensed and released and the way he was alternating between holding his breath and letting it out. I leaned over and put my muzzle over his and shoved my tongue into his mouth. At the same time, I pinched and pulled on his furry sack with my left hand. He let out a little yelp and unloaded a torrent of cum all over us. I sat back and tasted it, the way he'd tasted mine. I love the way he tastes. I got another wad and fed it to him.
"I guess that makes us `cum brothers' "he said, laughing. We lay there for a while as the rest of the cum started liquefying.
"We should probably take a shower" I suggested.
"I kind of like the way you smell right now" he said. I leaned forward and shoved his face into my underarm. To my surprise, he didn't pull away, instead he took a deep sniff. "Gods! I'm getting hard again..." he said.
"We can't keep on with this, its mid-morning" I said. He tugged at his slimy cock a few times then bucked me off and pulled me into the bathroom. Once we were done showering and dressed, I casually unlocked the door and sat back on the bed so we could talk.
"I found out that mom managed to leave me some `inheritance', I guess you could say, so I'm not flat broke" I told him, not giving any important details. "I had enough to pay off my bike and put some in the bank."
"That's great" he said. We chatted, he asked how much I had, I evaded and finally said it was all tied up in a trust fund and I couldn't get my hands on it if I wanted to, still not telling him how much. I guess he was satisfied, at least for the moment. I told him about Mark's confession that he was looking for a Vanterran boyfriend.
"That'll be a quest, especially a Kerogian male, like he's fantasizing over. Male/male is very, very taboo in their culture" he said. I wasn't sure what a Kerogian was, but from the context I think he means the ones who look like rottweilers.
"What about one in the big city? There's a decent sized Vanterran gay community there" I said.
"If there's one anywhere, it would be somewhere like that. Most likely San Francisco or somewhere like that" he said.
"He also said he likes ones who look like your dad" I said. Ravan raised an eyebrow. I could tell a lightbulb just went off.
"The reason dad is so accepting of...well...us?" he asked, I shrugged. "My uncle, Grexl, is gay."
As soon as he said it, I was scheming. "Is he with somebody? Is he good looking?" I asked rapid fire.
Ravan grinned and said, "No and yes, very, at least I think so. You aren't the only one with a hot uncle."
"I wonder if we could arrange a little push" I said. Rav pulled out his phone and made a call.
"Hey Grex, are you free Saturday?" he asked.
"Yeah...dinner, I just wanted you to meet my boyfriend" he continued.
"Okay, great, see you then" he said ending the call. I took the next step. I dialed up Mark and asked if he would come.
"Sure, I'll be there about 5:30. See you then" he said.
The one thing we didn't do is clear it with Kris and Kathy; especially Kathy, since she would be making dinner for seven Saturday. We went down and Rav gave her the whole scoop and you could see the matchmaker gene in her activate. She started planning a menu. Rav called Kris and filled him in on our devious plans. He was good with it. He said he was hoping his little brother would find somebody.
The week went by glacially slow, punctuated by tests in several classes and unexpected extra hours at the bookstore. I hardly got to see Rav other than after we were both exhausted at night. Friday, after I got off work after school, I climbed the steps and found Rav and Danny playing some game on the console. I threw out as many horny hints as I could. I sat to Ravan's right and covertly pulled the cloth of my shorts tight around my bulge. I saw Ravan's eyes flick from the game to my crotch. I laid back on the bed and the lump looked very enticing, sticking up just below my waistband. More eye flicks. I looked over to make sure Danny wasn't watching, then stuck my hand in my shorts and pulled the head of my cock just above the waistband for a second. Rav's character died. I quickly tucked the head back inside and pulled my shorts away from the bulge.
"That's it, Danny, I'm done" he said. Danny looked over like he just noticed me. When he saw the lump in my shorts, he rolled his eyes and gave us one of those grossed out looks. His nose sniffed the air in the room.
"Oh my gods, you guys, I can almost taste the horny in here" he said, and he went out the door. Ravan got up and locked the door behind him. I was already pulling my shirt off and Ravan dropped the baggy basketball shorts he was wearing in the floor on the way back to the bed; he wasn't wearing underwear.
"Looks like you planned ahead" I said laughing.
"Nah, just don't like underwear when I'm lounging" he answered, "Aaannndd, it doesn't hurt to be prepared!"
I stood up enough to push my shorts and briefs down my legs and Ravan pulled them the rest of the way off me. We laid back on the bed and he scratched me behind one of my ears making my leg twitch a little. I thought from the way he was dressed that he probably hadn't had a shower today. I leaned down and got a big nose full of the musk coming from his armpit. My dick went from marshmallow to diamond in about 3 seconds.
"Dirty, musky dog!" I growled. I held him down and kissed him. Our tongues met and wrestled as his own cock blew up into a legal weapon.
"How are you feeling today?" he asked. He held his hands in the familiar gesture for fucking; one hand making a circle and the index finger of the other one piercing the hole. I like both, but right now I was feeling like I wanted to get skewered, so I tapped the circle hand. Rav grabbed my hips and flipped me over with my ass in the air and dove between my cheeks, burying his tongue in my crack. It didn't take long before I felt the tip of his tongue banging on my back door demanding entrance. I concentrated on letting him in. I relaxed just a little and felt his long tongue surge into my ass. Gods! It felt amazing. Somebody texted him and he looked at his phone, taking his concentration off me. I whine/sighed as he tapped away at the phone screen. Just like that, he was back at work. He added a finger to his ass play, then another. A few minutes later he was on his knees behind me.
"Which way do you want me to take you?" he asked.
"From behind but lay on my back and just move your hips" I said.
"Damn! How specific! Sounds like you've been thinking about it" he said.
"I could do a dissertation on it!" I replied.
He moved into position and slowly impaled me before laying on my back as I'd requested. I loved the warmth he gave off from our hips all the way up. He wrapped his arms around my chest and pumped his hips, moving his cock in and out of me while he kissed my neck. My dick was so hard it felt like it could burst. I reached down to tug on it, but he brushed my hand away and grabbed it with his own. As an afterthought, he grabbed his grungy shorts from the floor beside the bed and shoved them under my crotch, getting ready for the imminent explosion. I was so close; all it would have taken is a warm breeze. He pulled his hand off and let me throb back to semi-normal as he continued to slowly drill my ass, slow and steady. I started to drizzle precum as he sped up, keeping his chest and abdomen pressed tight to my back as he pounded my ass. As he got on the edge of his own orgasm, he started pulling on my cock again. He was really moving fast now. He turned his head and sunk his teeth into the muscle on my neck and I felt like I was going to turn inside out through my cock. I don't think I've ever cum so hard. Simultaneously, I could feel him throbbing as he unloaded in my backside. He was pushed into me as far as he could be without becoming my conjoined twin, and all I could hear was the panting in my ear, even louder than my own. I glanced down beneath me.
"You're gonna have to wash those shorts" I said, gasping for air. He laughed so hard he fell off of me onto the bed. My back went cold from having the hot husky on me for so long. We stared the ceiling until we got our breath. He turned his head toward me and kissed me again.
"I love you" he said.
"I love you too" I answered him with no hesitation. He lifted his arms and yawned. The musk was so strong my poor dick tried to go hard again but it just couldn't make it. I got off the bed and held my hand out to him and helped him up and pulled him into the bedroom. If Danny thought the horny pheromones smelled strong earlier, I don't know if he'd survive the smell in here now. We decided on a bath instead of a shower. For some reason, Rav said his knees were kind of shaky. I sunk into the hot water and Ravan sat in front of me between my legs. He handed the furwash back to me and I lathered up his back and used the big cup sitting on the side of the tub to rinse him off. He lifted his arms, and I couldn't help but take another big sniff -- Gods! I love the way he smells! I almost hated to do it, but I lathered up his arms and underarms and rinsed then went on to every section of his body. Afterwards, we switched positions, and he did the same for me, spending almost too much time in the crotch area. I was already rebounding. We got up and did a final rinse with the shower to make sure all the shampoo was out of our coats, then got out and toweled off before a finish blow dry.
When we went back into the bedroom, Ravan said "Whew! I can see what Danny meant." He grabbed a can of air freshener and gave it a good spray before opening a window. He picked up his basketball shorts and showed me the huge wet spot on them, or rather the small amount of dry cloth. He gingerly dropped them in his clothes hamper, and we both got dressed. It was already getting close to dinner time.
As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. Rav went over and opened it. His dad came in.
"Oh good, you guys have been doing some cleaning" he said. Me and Rav exchanged looks.
"Yeah, it was smelling kind of musty in here" Ravan said. Kris nodded.
"How did it go with your uncle?" Kris asked.
"It was fine" I said. I told him the story about mother leaving me enough money I could pay off my motorcycle. "I want to do something for you guys" I said.
"You don't have to. Like we've both told you, we consider you our unofficial son-in-law" Kris said. I know I blushed; I felt it in my ears.
"Anyway, dinner's ready in about...uh (looking at his watch)...15 minutes" Kris said. He started to go back out, then turned and said, "By the way, that air freshener isn't really good at covering up the smell of rutting. Smells like a Christmas tree decorated with cum and ass" He walked back out and the look on Rav's face was priceless.
"You think he didn't know what two gay guys do when the door's locked?" I kidded.
"Your dad's just not supposed to talk about that stuff" he fumed. I burst out laughing at him. He looked embarrassed for a minute, then he joined in.
"Okay...it was pretty funny" he said sniffing. "But seriously, can you still smell sex in here?" I burst out laughing again and he put his arm around my neck. I flinched from the place where hit bit me.
"You okay?" he asked.
"You're just not supposed to talk about that stuff" I did my best impression of him, laughing again. He just shook his head. I thought I was the insecure one.
Lambodara 12/24/24
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