Markwildyr.com, Post #205
Well, Willie has made his plans. He’s tried it with a girl and with a good-looking dude named Birch, and now he’s ready to tackle his friend Yancy (AKA Nothin’). But he has no idea how to do that. Let’s watch him blunder around and figure it out.
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I ran across Nothin’ in the
library the next day and threw my books on the table opposite his. “Back in a
minute,” I said before heading into the stacks and getting the reference book I
needed. He was still scribbling in his notebook when I got back.
How you doing?” he asked when
I plopped into a chair.
“Tolerable. You?”
He grimaced. “Amy and I are on
the outs.”
My heart raced. “Permanent?”
“Naw.” He threw down his
ballpoint and rubbed his eyes. “Don’t think so. She wants me to go home with
her next weekend, but I don’t think I’m ready for that. Not yet.”
“So tell her no, and go with
me.”
“Go with you where?”
“That caught me off base,
making me scramble for an answer. “Tennis team’s going to Hobart next Saturday.
Come and watch a civilized sport for a change. There’s enough room on the bus.”
“Nah. I’d rather drive
myself.”
“Want company?” I asked,
hoping I didn’t sound too anxious.
“You’re serious about this?”
I shrugged. “Any port in a
storm. Gets you outa seeing the maybe-future-in-laws.”
“Yeah, and I wouldn’t have to
lie to her. I can say I’m driving you to the match.”
Wow! That easy, huh? Then I
glanced over his shoulder and caught Birch standing in the doorway looking
around uncertainly. I saw the moment he focused on me and gave a little shake
of my head. Could he see it from there?
Apparently not, he came over
and claimed the seat beside me. “Hi, guys.”
He got a glum “hi” from me and
nothing from Nothin’.
As soon as Birch’s butt was in
the seat, Nothin’ stood. “What time’s the match on Saturday?”
“Starts at ten,” I said.
“How about we meet for
breakfast at eight, and we’ll drive over afterward.”
“Good enough.”
He tossed a “See ya” at the
table and left. I watched his bewitching, macho walk all the way to the door.”
“What’s up?” Birch wanted to
know.
“We’re going to the matches in
Hobart, Saturday.”
“On the bus?”
I shook my head. “Driving over
in his car.”
“Oh.” I heard the
disappointment in his voice, but he recovered. “My roomie’s going to a concert
with his girl on Thursday. So we’ll have the room.”
“No thanks, guy. That was just
a one-time thing.”
“Come on, you enjoyed the hell
out of it.”
“Pleasant. But not for a
steady diet.”
“Maybe not, but it’ll serve as
a snack now and then.”
Might as well keep my options
open. “I’ll keep it in mind. Gotta run.”
****
After a sleepless night, I
arrived at breakfast early and found Nothin’ already there. But this was a
different Nothin’. Down, man, down. He was all but blubbering. Well, that’s an
exaggeration, but he was blue. Wasn’t sure I wanted to be locked up in a car
with him for half an hour.
“What is it, bro?” I asked.
He gave me a long look, and I
wasn’t certain he’d even heard my question, much less answer it. At length, he
did.
“Amy, man. She broke it off
when I wouldn’t go home with her.”
“Aw, man, I’m sorry if I—”
He waved an arm. “Naw. I wasn’t
gonna go anyway. You just gave me the excuse. Told her I’d promised you a ride.”
He cut me off at the pass as I started to offer to release him from his
promise. “I’m caught now. I gotta go through with it. Let’s grab some grub and
get started.”
Things improved as we ate but
went downhill in the car. He started out saying how he’d miss her. How she was
sweet and thoughtful and caring.
“Then why didn’t you go home
with her?”
He paused to think over his
answer. “Not ready to be tied down yet. It’s going too fast. I might get there
one day, but not right now. Now probably won’t have the chance.”
And then he took me by
surprise. He started off by admitting the thing he’d miss the most was—to put
it semi-politely—was the nookie.
“She was great, man. Best girl
in bed I’ve ever had. She knew how to grab my attention. As he described some
of their sessions, it sure grabbed my attention, I can tell you. My britches
were poking out so far, he’d have to be blind not to see. I did my best to cover
things, but it was getting hard to do.
He swerved right down a farm
road. “Man, I’m in no shape for this. You’ll have to drive, okay?”
“Y-yeah, sure.”
He pulled into a little copse
of locusts and shut off the motor. When he got out to exchange seats, I went
around the front of the car while he went around the other way. Otherwise, he’d
see my condition for sure. As I slid my butt into the driver’s seat, I realized
I’d thrown away a great opportunity.
I reached for the key as he
got in the passenger’s seat. It wasn’t there.
“Hey, man,” I said. “The key!”
“Huh?”
“You took the key.”
“Oh. Let me have a minute to
get ahold of myself, okay? Really appreciate you being here for me.”
Out of pure empathy—not lust—I
reached out and grasped his bicep. But the warmth of the touch, the firmness
and shape of the muscle soon took care of that. He didn’t shake me off, so I
left my hand where it was and let it burn.
“Sure. Glad to.” I swallowed
hard. “Really.”
He half reclined his seat, tearing
my grip loose. I quickly reached over and put my other hand on his chest. He
took a deep breath but didn’t brush me away. My fingertips felt charred.
He covered his eyes with his
left hand and kept mumbling about Amy this and Amy that. I just took advantage
of the moment and laser-scanned his fascinating torso, his six-pac, and his
groin. From what he’d mumbled, she’d done all sorts of things to that groin. I
was taken by surprise when my hand slid down his chest to his abs. He didn’t
flinch, merely kept mumbling about Amy.
Wasn’t any way I was going to
stop now. Not unless he put up a fight. I had a little trouble with his belt, but
he still didn’t react. Now just a button and a zipper stood between me and my
goal. Now just a zipper. And now…. I slipped my hand inside his jeans and felt
the warmth and the bulk of what lay below. I glanced at him, but his arm still
covered his eyes. His handsome lips were parted a bit, moving slightly. Was he
still moaning about Amy?
Suddenly incensed—at what, I
don’t know—I pulled down his shorts and exposed him. Big, halfway firm. I grasped
him and felt him grow.
“Oh, Amy…” The words were
faint, uncertain.
Determined to make him stop caterwauling
about her.” I lowered my head and went to work. I felt his body jerk,
and knew he was back from wherever he’d been? What would happen now? I kept on
working at something I’d never done before, calling on my experience with Birth
for tips. I rolled my tongue around the end… something I’d liked when Birch did
it… and earned a loud “Oh… Willie!”
He put his hands on either
side of my head, not to jerk me away, to push me down on him. I nearly suffocated
but did what he wanted. It seemed to go on forever, his increasingly excited
expressions of extasy driving me onward. Just as I thought my jaws would break
or lock up or something, he gave a gigantic thrust with his hips and howled so
loud it startled me. Then he filled me to over-capacity with a warm, not
unpleasant emission. This guy could cum! I remember that thought even as I
tried to keep from strangling. As long as it took him to get there, it took
almost as long to work his way through his orgasm. Finally, he went limp, and I
came up, uncertain what kind of reception I’d find.
He dropped a hand on my arm. “Sorry
man to be such a bummer. But you sure brought me out of it. Thanks.” He tossed
me the key as he went about stuffing himself back inside his pants. “You drive,
okay?”
“Yeah, sure.”
I was a little dizzy at the
way things had happened so abruptly and—well, so matter-of-factly. Almost like
I didn’t have anything to do with it. What did the guy think of me after I’d
gobbled him down? Wasn’t what I had in mind. I blinked. What had I had
in mind? Not that, but heck, you can’t get any more personal than that. It was
unsettling, but I’d accomplished my purpose, sort of. I’d measure it against
the other experiences later.
No one said much for the rest
of the short trip. Nothin’ knew everybody as school, so he went about making
each member of the tennis team—and the coaches—feel special before the matches
got underway. I sort of expected my recent experience to throw me off my game,
but I took my sets, and we won the match.
I was surprised when Nothin’
was still around by the time I went inside to shower and flabbergasted to find
him still waiting when I came out dressed in fresh clothes. I figured he knew
what I was thinking when he hung onto the glance I gave him and winked.
“Thought I’d run off and leave
you to ride the bus back, didn’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“No way, man. I want some more
of what we had, and maybe do a little experimenting. I’d almost given up on getting
together with you. You’re so damned unapproachable, but I knew it’d happen
sooner or later. You know me…nothing but the best.”
“And that’s me?” I asked.
“He aimed a finger at me. “That’s
you, Willie. That’s you.”
Willie lands the
big fish! Or to be more precise, the big fish landed Willie. But that’s all
right too. Wonder what all happened on that ride back home? Bet it took longer
than the ride to Hobart.
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Great read, and still surprising twists! Thanks.
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