Rusty Grows Up - Chapter 10
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Rusty Grows Up - Chapter 10
First day at school in Senior grade. I've restarted my morning run now the mowing is just after school. I thought the run would kill me but it was a breeze. Woody says he'll join me, he can drive over in no time and after the run he can give me a lift to school.
Abe just laughed when I asked him if he wanted to run with me.
`Nah, I'm good thanks' he said sneering.
We are in morning registration, its a mash up of last years guys and some new faces. I keep quiet as always, trying to blend in. Woodys not in this set, it's streamed, I think this is top set but no one says. I figure it is as I was top honcho last year.
I get to do separate sciences, separate English and applied math, finally some fucking rigour, I need this now, I need to work hard and not be let down by poor teaching and zero class preparation. I need these teachers to work hard to work me hard.
I'm told I have to take a language. I select French, it's not streamed so I'll at least be with Woody in this class. We meet at lunch, he's pissed we're only in one class, we find a quiet place and Woody has his hands down my pants fondling my soft cock, playing with the skin, it seems to calm him. He pulls them out just in time as Tracey and Zac approach
`Hey Woody, been looking for ya, don forget it's football team tonight, I guess Swimfan here will have to walk home?'
`Come an watch why dontcha' says Woody to me brightening up with his idea.
Yeah why dontcha' laughs Zac cos all our girls will be there',
Woody didn't see the inference, maybe they had seen him with his hands down my pants. Whatever, but I can't do with the distraction this year.
It's bad enough that Smithy is with Janey, like he's glued to her, he gives me a hi five at lunch, he tells me about Ralph's exploits and some lurid party they went to. I feel we are growing apart. I decide to decline his invitations now he's putting it about some. An STI is the last thing I need right now.
I miss Woody staying over in my bed though, now there's no summer mowing, I miss his touch, his grin, his odour.
Ma says, `jeez I thought one extra hormonal boy would be easy, but having two about the house is like four somehow. I could smell you guys before I opened the screen door. I'm not complaining just stating, I'll sure miss Woodys $100 a week though'.
I calculate that I can put $150 a week in the book now, until November at least when mowing stops.
I slip the $150 in notes in my board book and leave it where I always do on the side table in the hallway.
Today I get in from Tonks and get a big hug from Mom, no words, just a hug. I look at her and she's crying silently as she bustles around making supper.
As the mowing work reduces, I can work longer at Tonks. He's happy with that. Woody is at my side, I'm still unofficially `supervising' Woody, Tonks still gets exasperated at him, so I intervene to keep the peace.
Woody collects my mowers in his truck and him and Tonks service them, there`s not a cross word.
Tonks tells me Woody is a different kid, confident and knowledgeable around engines. He says he's training him up to do the mower servicing for customers,
`It'll be better than stacking shelves' says Woody.
Moms got an invite to Smithy's for Thanksgiving again,
`I get Labour Day mom said but thanksgiving seems so near Christmas.'.
`Think of it as a harvest festival mom, a time to be thankful for what we have'.
`Yes, of course, you're an American Boy!' She hummed the tune at me laughing and patted her finger on my nose.
She says `I still slip up with sayings and descriptions but I think I'm getting better at it! I try to say fewer, the ladies in the office laugh at some of the things I come out with, Kenny laughs at my sayings',
Moms working at a winery up in the hills. Kenny passes the door on his way so he picks her up and drops her off after work. Now that her pay is steady she doesn't work evenings and she always has her head in a book, she's doing a Sonoma College class online, Kenny lets her bring the laptop home, she loves it.
I'm getting to sip the wines she brings too as she tries to learn the taste of the different varieties. The reds still taste like vinegar to me but the Chardonnay is quite nice when chilled, listen to me, the wine expert! I didn't realise that many street names around here are all after grapes! Even Woody knew that, his turn to call me a blockhead and goose my ass, pulling at my dick, literally.
Moms been promoted, but it means she's often working later, she leaves a note on the counter, to let me know which if she's gonna be late, thats great or she'll text if it's last minute, that means more time to have sex with Woody after school without being busted and that means I can cook supper and teach Woody my classic Sonoma County bolognaise after school. Those Italian guys in Asti will be forming a line if they knew how good it is!
I found a use for that red wine after all, its my new magic ingredient, once the sauce is bubbling and turned down real low we go upstairs and I get to know why they call him Woody, he's a big boy and our cleanup routine means no spunky sheets or pants to wash, we just spend time relaxing in a 69 chatting and laughing, then one of us will go for it and tip us over the edge, swallowing the evidence. It was Woodys idea, I wonder who taught him it?
Woody sure is a good cocksucker, he builds me up to fever pitch, holding my arms tight by my side, his tongue opening my slit to get at the precum, then wrapping around my cockhead like a cows tongue pulling up grass. Holding me on the brink till my hearing goes wonky and my breath about to give out. Sometimes he pulls off and watches me spurt, almost hitting the ceiling, then he'll try to catch it in his mouth as it arcs and falls. I get him every time, keeping it slow building him up then when I hear Kenny's car pulling up I shove my finger up Woodys chute and suck like Billio, swallowing his seed, gulping it down then hearing mom say,
`Mmm that smells good' while Woody dresses and then runs out with a
`hi Mrs Mason, I'd better get home, homework to finish, chores to do',
Mom has stopped putting her head around my bedroom door now, she must know something, it might have been the lube in my wash bag I forgot to hide or a spunk trail on a sheet, I kinda miss it, seeing her beam, her face light up when she sees me.
The town was packed for wine day in October, Mom was dressed real pretty, she got some new dresses at the thrift store, just her size, she reckoned some big shot wife her size was renewing her wardrobe. She made two trips, even got the purse and shoes to match. Kenny was picking her up,
`You be good, what times Woody calling for you?',
`About eight',
`Well you enjoy your sleepover and I'll see you tomorrow , she said.
Mom had her purse and an overnight bag in her hand, and she hesitated to say something then the doorbell rang. It was Kenny.
`Hi Chris', he said holding out his hand, we shook,
`that's a good grip, you ready honey? Er I mean Mrs Mason',
he looked at me and gave me a nervous smile, I smiled back trying to put him at ease,
Mom flushed, `remember to lock the house up when you leave',
`Will do Ma, you two have a good time',
I fussed over Moms jacket collar, straigtening it out as she left.
Kenny looks a nice, regular sort of guy, I'm pleased Moms found someone else after my dad, I guess she was waiting for me to grow on up.
With Mom gone for the night the house felt strange. I waited nervously for Woody to call. I checked each car on the street waiting for him. I heard a car pull up and then Abe call out `bye Mom' and the car sped off. Probably going to some restaurant or reception with his new school friends family.
I looked in the mirror and pulled off my swim team polo shirt, now getting too tight. I flexed, my arms are building, I've got a cute little ripple on my shoulder muscles. I try to make them ripple at will, unsuccessfully. I try my pecs, yeah they are easy to flex. I turn on the radio and flex them to the beat, ha this is fun, I shoot a few cowboy moves holding my arms as if I'm holding a gun `Pow' I say as I turn quickly and give the mirror my million dollar smile, my abs flexing as my body twists, my latts like feathered wing tips gripping my body, my pecs and shoulders broad, defined. My nips, small, sat on dime sized discs with bumps of nascent hairs on the surface.
My cock twitches. I strip off, fuck I'm a God. I twitch my biceps, pecs and abs to the music, in a sequence, I add contracting my glutes, my dick and my thighs to the mix. I'm as hard as a nail, I turn to my side and watch my muscles dance. The tune finishes and I hear a clap from the hallway, I turn in shock covering my jewels, I see Woody leant on the door jamb, clapping, his face lit up, his eyes sparkling.
You're fucking beautiful' he says but you should lock the fucking door man' raising his voice.
He walks back down the hall and I hear him drop the latch and fumble taking his boots off, he walks back in, he's naked now, his clothes litter the hallway. He's hard.
The jabbering of adverts stops and the next cheesy tune plays. We look at each other and stand before the mirror picking up the beat, both flexing, twitching and pulsing together, laughing if we got the sequence wrong, perfecting the order. At the end its my turn to say `you're fucking beautiful and I'm glad I didn't lock the fucking door'.
We kissed, arms on shoulders as we shuffled closer, his cock hit my skin, and as we pulled together it ran up my thigh, I felt mine press into him. We played tongue games until we couldn't stand it any longer. He took his arms off my shoulder and tweaked my nips. The jolt sent a bead of precum to my slit, expanding, desperate to be licked up before it broke and ran over the crown, my foreskin peeling back as my cock filled with yet more blood. I tweaked him back, his cock thickened, his veins prominent.
We put on pants and go downstairs to eat. He's got steaks and cans in his bag and I broil them and we eat the steaks and sit on the sofa drinking the beers.
We burp together and he kisses me. He's getting horny, Woody has unbuttoned my shorts, I lift my ass and he yanks them down. I get to his top button, he giggles as I tickle him trying to undo it. We lay on the rug, he tops me and lifts my legs high. He reaches into his bag and gets out a lube pump.
`Where the fuck did you get that?'
`I didn't, Pa must've, I saw it on my nightstand last night',
`What's it like?'
I dunno, but it's called silken treasure',
`Well hurry up and get this treasure sunk in my ass',
I pulled his cock down and watched it slap back up. The lube was cold on my hole, I held my nuts out of the way as he shuffled closer and with my legs on his shoulders he sank in, gliding up my chute.
`Thanks Pa, that feels great', He grinned and rammed me mercilessly like he likes to.
`In or out'
he shouts in a frenzy.
`Out'
I say and watch him pull out and with his finger circling his frenulum he spurts over my face trying to hit my open mouth.
Woody leaps on me vacuuming his cum off my face and spurting in jets into my willing mouth. He's still fucking hard, I pinch his raspberry nips hard they turn rubbery and I grin as I watch his cock pulse up,
`oh man',
he says and he pinches my nipples back, my cock had shrivelled in his onslaught and needed waking up. This did the trick, Woody slipped down the bed and his face burrowed into my groin, my cock thickened and pressed on the side of his nose, my foreskin pulling back showing my crown.
Woody breathed in the aroma of ass and cock and groaned, rising he sniffed my exposed ring as it traced down his face, he paused as it stopped and rested under his nose, the slit eye peering up his nostril emanated a bead of precum. His arrowed tongue directed to the unprotected and highly sensitive glans and he prodded at the rim, wetting it and moving his tongue from side to side licked the cheese like secretion as he breathed in deeply through his nose.
My moan broke the spell and he plunged his mouth over the glans and attacked my cock ring, his soft lips snapping around the glans sending a million signals to my sex laden brain triggering a rapid pulsing and spewing of precum, it felt like a machine gun volley from somewhere deep in my balls.
He took me deeper, my salty sweet liquor coating his upper palate as my cockhead grazed along the roof toward his glutinous gag, he pulled back to envelop my ring in his soft lips and slowly travelled down my shaft, his arrowed tongue dancing up and down, unseen but felt. He kept up this attack whilst exciting his own cock that leapt, pressed onto the sheets at the foot of the bed.
`Let's 69',
I breathed out croakily as his mouth attacked my glans yet again, my dick felt like it was burning, on fire, ready to brand whatever it touched.
He pulled off and clumsily repositioned himself, kneeing the side of my face, as his rampaging cock came in view like a H girder swinging on a building site.
I copied him, trapping his rim between my lips and pressing gently whilst my tongue opened his piss slit, flicking the pre cum down my tongue to taste the clear nectar. My hands held a bollock each, warming them, pulling them, rolling them in my hand as my forefingers closed in on his anus, his beautiful winking anus, all ready for me. Letting his balls free, I concentrated now on sucking him deeply and separating his ass globes to tap on his sticky pucker. Feeling him twitch in my mouth on every tap.
He groaned and released with little warning, his hot spunk filled my mouth and I swallowed hungrily as his body shivered and trembled, moaning, vibrating my cock which I couldn't stop from releasing, my body at the zenith, my hearing muffled, a burning, continuous ring like a bell being struck sounded in my ears as I pulsed my cum into Woodys mouth, he spat me out gagging as my cock continued to release over his face, he swallowed and recovering took me back into his warm mouth and let me finish off in comfort, bringing me down slowly as I eeked my last spurts and sensations out as my rim rode up and down his flat broad leafed tongue, silky with my cum and his saliva.
`Oh man', he giggled as I shuffled down to kiss my load off his face, him grinning, laughing, as we kissed and cuddled.
`I'm done' I said and gripped his hand and pulled him off the sofa and turning off the lights we went upstairs and to bed.
I turned over to see Woodys naked frame leant over, an arc of fluid from his cock noisily drilling the pan and a short, fog horn like, fart break the silence, I watched as he washed his hands, clean boy Woody, and his torso swinging back into the bedroom and smiling at me watching him, his soft cock chubbing with each step till its ungainly banging on his abs as he clambers back into bed. I snuggle into him, my head laying on his chest listening to his voice boom, half through his body reverberating and half from his lips. I snuggle in closer, what a guy! We talk for ages, about school, friends, enemies, football hotties, swimming hotties, Coach, the endless schoolwork and how best to survive. I'm bursting now and get up, drill the pan and set the shower going. Woody clambers up and we kiss under the shower and lustily, quickly, efficiently beat each other off, then soap up and rinse.
Ma has all left the fixings for a breakfast feast for us on a plate in the refrigerator, Woody cooks it up whilst I tidy up the lounge, checking for cum on the sofa, then upstairs tidying the bathroom and the bedroom. We've done well, swallowing the evidence, no DNA left behind.
Kenny drops mum off, I see them kiss through the window. Mom comes in and hugs me, we're just washing the dishes. Woody says he's gotta go home and he'll pick me up for Tonks on the way. He freezes as we both see the lube pump on the coffee table. He makes a fuss of Ma, going over to her to hug her for letting him stay the night, she likes Woody and hugs him back getting flustered at his rare show of affection. I grab his bag and drop the lube in and zip it up as they break off. `See you in an hour after I've been home to change, I might have a close shave, he says,
I nod and make a theatrical `whew' across my forehead and Ma goes upstairs for a bath.
Saved again.
The Christmas trees are here, straight after Thanksgiving, which we had at Smithys. Kenny was there and Smithy and Janey.
Mom and I washed the dishes with Kenny drying, `I don't know what all the fuss is, it's just a big Sunday Lunch' she whispered, then told me that they were fine finishing up hete and to go find Smithy. Kenny starts to explain about the significance for Americans and I skid addled off and caught Smithy and Janey watching a film on the sofa. I sit like the gooseberry as Mom and Kenny and Mr and Mrs Smith settle down. Benji the dog jumps up and licks my face and settles in beside me, warm and close, at least somebody likes me.
Mr Smith switches over to NFL its Miami Dolphins versus Green Bay Packers and he tosses Kenny a can, then Smithy one and hesitates and I nod and he throws me a can. We crack them open and sit up to watch the game. It still taste rank but I like the cold sensation more than the taste. Mr Smith turns up the volume as the ladies get up and Mrs Smith shows Mom the garden then they put away the crockery and chat.
At Tonks's we do the usual with the Christmas trees, me and Woody set up the parking lot lighting poles and mark out a path with spray to guide the families, we set up the bagging table, the netting roll and Woody arranges the shed for prepping any damaged branches and putting trees into bases so they stand upright.
A container arrives from the docks straight from China. Tonks has ordered directly this time, he's had to estimate how many of what to buy. Anyway it's here. The driver reverese the container to the warehouse loading area and says,
`you got an hour to unload, I'll be in the cafe, call if you get it done faster.'.
The older guys use the fork lift truck and pallet trolley to move the boxes out, us grunts just pack them against the wall.
Tonks has got the carnet with the details. He marks each box with the carnet line number, so he can tell stores, that'll be Woody and me, to make it easier to find a box and unpack it.
Right on the dot the driver returns as the last box is unloaded. Tonks slips him some bills. He drives off, giving us a toot.
Tonks is nervous `I hope I've not over ordered' he looks worried.
`You can always keep any overstock till next year' I say,
`You're right Rusty as ever, there's always another Christmas',
he falls silent and looks wistfully out of the window then breaks into a grin and musses up my hair.
`Hey that took me ages to comb' I say in mock indignance.
Tonks leaves me to take the money for the trees, Woody is bagging and hauling them to the vehicles and JoJo is prepping trees in the shed and putting them into bases. Woody checks on JoJo making sure he's taking care of the trees and tidying up. JoJo's a slight kid but he's wiry strong and managing it ok.
He calls out and Woody runs and helps him with the 6 footers and above.
`Don't want this little elf crushing do we'
he says ruffling his hair. JoJo preens at the attention.
Woody is in his shorts and gilet, he looks so sexy with his strong tanned arms and stout legs. He's doing well with tips. I miss them but Tonks has put me on an hourly rate plus a $5 bonus for each tree we sell. I'm doing ok and it gives me an incentive to be super nice to families and answer their questions and upsell a taller tree or a lighting package. I give each purchase a coupon for a free drink the cafe. Tonks may be old but he's sure smart! The parking lot is jammed with customers.
We missed out on camping this fall as it's Smithy's tent and gear but I had a few nights out with Woody in the hills farther up the 128 highwsy at Ingram by the reservoir, not a soul in sight. Woody parked up, reversing as close as he date to the waters edge, the lake shimmering and the strong moonlight reflecting making the water an inky black.
'we used to ride up here on the bikes years ago in summer, fool around on the jetty, they had yachts then, and a scouts sailing school, we'd skinny dip, Smithy had a gang of horny lads, he learned way too much too soon, that cousin of his used to fuck him raw, I don't think he was very good to Smithy',
`Yeah Smithy sure knew how to push a guys buttons to get them off',
I laughed. Sat in Woodys cab, the windows steaming up, making out, our Levi's undone, a cock in my hand and a soft mouth to explore.
We drank the rum and a bit squiffy we got out of the cab and stood looking at the lake and pissed through our stiff cocks, the narrow arcs splashing on the hardcore stone as the water lapped in the breeze.
`Let's get ready' says Woody and he unrolls a sleeping mat over the load deck and pulls out two mountain sleeping bags,
`Ones my pa's, his is the blue one, you have that, mines the orange one with the cum stains'.
`Hey look, they'll zipper together',
I say unrolling them and trying the zippers together.
`Neat, another Smithy trick he learned you?' He laughs.
It's taught I think and then see Woody throw his boots to the bottom of the van and pull off his fleece and shirt in one move, hitching his jeans and pants down in one go, his phallus slapping against his abs. He stands to kick them off then flexes for me.
`Like what ya see do ya?'
He says doing his routine and pulling down his schlong and releasing it as it snaps back to his abs.
`You're fucking gorgeous',
I say undressing quickly, easing off my trainers and undressing a bit nervous out in the open, it's so quiet, just the breeze blowing.
Woodys in the bag, `come on slow coach, get in here, fuck my heads swimming, I think I'm pissed!'
I slide in against his hot flesh. He grabs hold of me and pulls me in tight for a cuddle, our dicks clash, searing hot rods pushed into thighs, like branding irons. We toss and turn, he's on top, kissing me,
`Fuck me' I say
`Yessiree',
he says cornily and I turn onto my front, he's on me, close, his shaft in my ass cheeks. I hear him growl up phlegm and he manages to smear my cheeks as well as my crack, he lifts up and wiggles down the bag until his cock slides to my soft willing hole.
`You ready?' He says kissing my nape, letting his weight press on me as he claws himself up my body, his dick sliding in.
I breathe out, he's got me,
`I can't get it all in? He whispers.
He lifts up on his arms and I wiggle my ass, he moans as I rock my ass side to side a little and he sinks in, his balls no longer swaying but pressed into my flesh.
`That's better' he says as he ploughs fully in, I exhale through the pain. I'm in heaven, his dick filling me up, completing me, I feel his pubes on my cheeks and his balls banging into my upper thighs.
`Sorry' he says, licking my ear, kissing my neck,
`Don't be, it's gorgeous, you're gorgeous, give me all you've got',
`Fuck I'm fit to burst, I need a moment' he says pulsing his cock.
`Yeah I can feel you pulsing your shaft up me, look at that!'
We watch an Egret fly up and land on the water, pure white in the moonlight,
`Somethings brought that up' says Woody distracted,
`My ass ain't gonna fuck itself',
I say mimicking the local vernacular.
Woody laughs `you aksed for it bro', He says and pumps his cock fully in and out, like a steam hammer.
`Oh baby, oh yeah',
I mutter as all my buttons are pushed. I'm feeling the grooves in the van floor as Woody presses his shaft into my guts, his sweat dripping onto my shoulders, I feel the wetness of his breath building, the occasional cold waft of air between us as he rises, the rear suspension squeaking as he pummels me. My ass is burning, on fire his precum helping, my pheromone laden ass juice rising, spurring him on, he's leant in close now, he's kissing my nape, brushing my hairs back with his lips as his ass rises and falls mechanically into me, his weight increasing on me, pressing me, not stopping kissing me, he's fallen to his elbows now, so close, so fucking hot, he slows right down now and lifts up a little, I can almost breathe again.
He's gone long and slow, my fucking stud, learning what he likes best, changing it around, patient, hot, sexy. The thought makes my cock leak, I feel wet around my cock.
I can feel every inch of him as he turns my ass lips in and out, I feel his glans almost pop out then his shaft open me out wider as he pushes in, then, as his dick narrows towards the hilt for my ring to relax a little before his pubes scrape my cheeks and his bull balls squeeze hot against me, pressing in as he bottoms out to then lift himself back out, the waft of cool air invades again as he rises.
So slow, he's drooling now, I feel the hot gloops of saliva land on my shoulders and him nuzzle in, spreading the goo around as he kisses my shoulders.
`Oh fuck Rusty, you're ass is fucking hot tonight, I could stay like this forever.',
He stops, lies flat on me, his face pushed against my neck, he's whispering to me, how sexy I am. I feel his cock pulsing, has he shot his bolt? I'd know, I'd hear that little click and grunt in his throat, sense him tighten, his body taut for a second and then watch his face contort as he fucked his load into me.
He rises on his arms a little, I breathe in again, he starts slowly and builds, he's so fucking hard, ramrod hard, in me, his speed and length increase, he's coming up the last 25 yards, the ball in his hand, he's dodging the defenders, the posts are within reach, he pushes forward and lands with the ball in front of him, nestled in the turf as he comes and comes in me, his legs juddering, his ass pressed into me, fuck he must feel the cold metal on his dong he's so deep in me.
He starts to giggle, a euphoric high as he laughs and kisses me all over, he rises up and pulls out. I turn over to see his cock still erect but hanging down, drooling cum from the shiny moonlit shaft, his body sweating, dripping, glistening I look at his face, he's laughing, beaming at me, I rise up and he grabs me, we stand and he kisses me deeply, pressing me into his wet body, as we dance around jumping up and down on the deck, his cum trickling from my ass and cooling on my thigh.
He shouts out `I fucking love you Chris Mason' at the top of his voice. I don't care, we hug and kiss and fall to our knees, we manage to pull the bag tight over our bodies and me locked in his strong warm hairy arms, fall asleep. Touchdown.
I woke up freezing my bollocks off. Woody wakes, `fuck it's freezing, who turned the air con on? We kneel at the van edge, side by side and piss out over the truck shivering.
Woody opens the van and grabs our clothes and throws them at me, he hops back up athletically and I watch his cock and balls rise majestically as he leaps on the deck. We dress quickly and snuggle down in the bags and grab some more sleep.
We wake early, dawn is approaching. The lake lit a deep red as the clouds lighten and the sun rises. I'm playing with Woodys hair, curling it around my fingers as he breathes heavily at the side of me. I'm hard as a rail in my pants and jeans, constricted but warm. Woody let's out a fart, I unzip the bag to clear the air and he stirs.
`Look at that view' I say,
`I'm looking at all I want to right now!' He says staring into my eyes then says,
`Come on let's finish up here and get some breakfast. How about the BBQ ranch by the sawmill, they'll be open about nows'
I put my sneakers on and climb down from the back throwing Woody his boots.
We drive back on the 128, the dawn sky is lightening and we see the welcoming lights on in the BBQ. It's fuggy warm inside, we get a table and look around.
A big guy says `hi Woody, how's it going, tell your Pa I was asking after him',
`Fuck, busted'
Woody laughs. Patsy comes over and takes our orders,
`My you're a hungry pair ain't ya's' giving Woody the look and wiggling her ass as she walks back m, he stares blankly at her. Zero reaction.
The plates arrive and we tuck in. Cleaning up the food.
`What time is it' I say
`don't worry, I'll get you back for swim practice, n I've gotta haul my ass up and down the field, Coach will give me 20 on the spot if I'm late.'
We walk back to the van,side by side, hands almost touching, that charge of electricity as they brush. Woody lifts his arm, `fuck I stink' I push in with my nose,
`Yeah and it's fucking beautiful' I say,
He grabs me around the waist like buddies do and he drives me home and straight to swim team.
`See you after, fancy a sleepover?' Ma won't mind, she likes you, I heard her say to Pa you was a good influ or whatever on me',
`Sure' I said and nipped his ass discretely.
`Ow' he says and I watch him run to join the others in the team walking to the field.
I turn and run to the swimming pool block, Coach is ticking attendees off,
morning early bird' he grinned and then sniffed the air, shower now son, I've put the water on it should be hot enough. I won't ask',
`Thanks Coach' I said giving him a grin.
I undressed, my pants had an unmistakable wet patch at the rear, of fuck that's gross.
The water was hot, I had gel in my swim bag. I ran with my pants to the showers and scrubbed them clean and wringing them out I laid them on a radiator to dry. I got under the shower and looked around and, as no one was about, I farted the last of Woodys load out of me and gave my hole a good cleaning with my fingers, I finished just in time as they guys started coming in.
`Piss your pants did ya?'
Says Cleveland, he's a year above me, we don't really know each other, other than that he don't like me.
`Yeah, I put away too many at the Sawmill last night',
`Whatever' he said and that was that.
I get a text from Ranger, wondering if we're gonna visit. I text saying it's too cold for a tent. He says Woody and I can visit his place for a weekend. We set a date for new year, snow dependent, it can drop feet in winter on the range with no notice.
We get through Christmas, Woody is well pleased, he's earned enough to come off his pa's insurance and start his own policy. Me, I reckon I've made the same as last year, JoJo has enough for a PlayStation so he's happy, plus he's really put on muscle, he showed us, doing his flex routine.
Woody whispered some advice, JoJo blushed then giggled saying `yeah that makes sense'.
On the drive back from Tonks's to my place I ask Woody what he'd said,
`I told him to beat off with his left hand until his arms evened up'. We laughed.
Woodys new double cab is much better, the seats fold flat making a bed. We ain't used it yet, heck we've no time with school, swim team for me, football for Woody and Tonks's, but I'm hoping we can get some action.
I'm as frugal as I can be. I've noticed some guys wearing flash gear. I just wear my same outfit. Mr Jameson lets me raid lost property as I've grown out of a lot of clothes from last year.
Coach measures us, everywhere, he looks pleased.
`Rusty, you're at the optimum now, build wise, your arms and leg length are spot on, good chest on ya, you should be able to push that water behind you perfectly this season.'.
I'm pleased and my timings have improved.
Abe didn't make the team selection this year, Smithy also dropped out. I felt a bit lost in the locker room but was soon called over by the relay team, I'm soon one of the gang and we shared a shower spigot, standing close, chatting, gossiping about news from Windsor High that their coach had left unexpectedly, that they were saying it was losing his county record that was the final straw.
I cycled home, the guys shouted out of their windows `get a car, whydontcha?',
I got my future to think of, I'm not blowing my cash on a rust bucket.
Talking of blowing, I sure am missing Woodys smelly feet on my pillow. He's started texting me before he goes to sleep. I've got blue balls, I'm gonna have to release soon. The cold showers and morning runs are helping though.
We've got a new route, avoiding Smithy and Abe, along Skyview Drive and to Porterfield Creek where Woody can park the truck.
We get a good workout running up to the bluff, the path getting wider through the forest with the sound of the stream tinkling, my pounding rhythmic feet and that view at the top. I take a quick pee at the top listening to Woody groaning catching me up and then we run back down.
We get changed by Woodys truck, he don't care he strips and looks for his school clothes in his bag, his ass showing to anyone who cares to look. I don't think I smell, heck I hardly break into a sweat.
Ma says she hasn't noticed the food bill being lower now Woodys not here, she says I must have hollow legs. I am growing, fast, my voice is going croak deep, I'm getting a prickly chin, the bum fluff disappearing.