Thursday, February 15, 2024

Li’l Honey Bunny (Part 2 of 3 Parts), Post #259

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Hunky Bunny’s been on Cliff’s mind so much he doesn’t know how much more he can stand. Now they’re alone together drinking beer after a bowling session. Right at the moment, they’re talking about Bunny’s coming college experience. Is this it? Let’s see.


* * * *


“Well,” I said uncertainly. “You have your fraternities and your sororities—”

“I know that.”

“And you have your girls’ dorms and your boys’ dorms.”

“I know that too.”

Except there, they’re called women’s dorms and men’s dorms.”

“Aw, come on, Cliff.”

“And you have those who will and those who won’t. Women, that is.” I paused and tried to sound slightly drunken. “Men too, I suppose.”

“You had much luck?”

“About like back here.”

“Crap. No better’n here?”

I grinned at him. “Well, maybe a smidgeon.” I went on to embellish the two or three liaisons with women I’d had last year. They were all real, but I probably exaggerated a minor detail or two. Then I noticed he was getting agitated, so I really threw in some details. Bunny took it all in while sucking on bottles of beer. By the time the evening had started growing a beard, it was obvious he was too tipsy to drive us home.

When he finally agreed to that fact, I realized it was gonna be a bust of a night. Oh, I’d enjoyed Bunny’s company and had fun, but somehow, I’d hoped something might come of it. Something exciting, out of the ordinary… something exciting.

My hopes revived when I got out of the car to switch seats and drive and decided I need to drain the pipe. He staggered to my side, ripped open his fly and threw his arm around my shoulders. As a potentially sensual moment morphed into a fraternal one, we watered the bushes while I peered through the darkness to get a glimpse of him. No use, not enough light. But I got the impression he was big.


I came off my Bunny high and went to work the next day in a sour frame of mind until he breezed through the door and grabbed a soft drink from the cooler. As he paid for his drink, he gave me a smile.

“Really enjoyed hanging last night. Have to do it again.”

“Yeah, I enjoyed it too. Anytime.”

He hesitated for a second before taking his leave, and as usual, I watched him clear out of sight. Fluid grace. Masculine poetry in motion. Hell, walking sex.

Over the next two days, I hoped he’d wander back in the store and finish what he’d started by fixing the time and date for another outing. He didn’t show up until six days later suggesting that we try the lanes again since it was open bowling that night. I swallowed my disappointment when I had to decline since I was taking Mom to Pollytown to see her sister right after work that evening. I spent the next two days in a surly mood until it occurred to me there was no reason why I shouldn’t call him. I dialed his father’s store, but Bunny was out on an errand. I left a message, only halfway expecting it to be answered. But about four, he called me back.

“Hi, Cliff. It’s Bunny. Got a message you called.”

“Yeah. You probably already have plans, but if not, maybe we could do something tonight.”

“Naw. I was just gonna go down to the Fountain—” which I knew was a local teen hangout “—and see what was happening. But I’m game for something. What you have in mind?”

I sure couldn’t answer that question honestly, so I equivocated. “Dunno. You have any ideas?”

“It’s open bowl in Pollytown tonight, we could drive over there.”

“Aw, I dunno—”

“I know,” he suggested, “You can use that ID of yours to get us some beer, and we can drive to the lake and relax.”

“Sounds good to me, but it’s a little chilly for swimming after dark.”

“Nah. Just hang, like we did the other night.”

“You got it.”

We made arrangements, and I spent the rest of the afternoon trying not to screw up whatever my chore of the moment was.


I went by the liquor store before I picked him up—figured it was my time to drive—and honked for him at six-thirty, as agreed. He bounced out the door looking like a million dollars adjusted for inflation and crawled into the passenger’s seat. We exchanged smiles and greetings, and I took off like a shot, anxious to get the beer flowing down his throat.

He talked about his day, while I contributed occasional grunts as we raced toward the lake, a long ten miles down the highway. When we got there, I had a mild scare when he spotted a few guys we both knew with their gals and a truckload of alcohol. But I relaxed when he said he wasn’t in the mood for a party. We motored on down the road until we found a semi-remote area with a good view of the lake and the moon and stars. He wasted no time grabbing a couple of cans from the cooler in my back seat.

Neither of us talked for a few minutes, just sucked on our beer and admired the view. I turned half sideways in the seat and admired the view I preferred… the roll of muscle in his arms, the play of his Adam’s apple, the flat planes of his chest and concave curve of his belly, and… well, and the shadows and valleys farther south. Bunny had really turned into an Earthbound Adonis. I could have sat there all night without saying a word, but soon he got restless.

“Tell me more about college,” he finally said, spearing me with a look. Had he caught me gawking at him?

So I spent an hour answering questions and describing Mimi Sawtuck in more detail than she deserved, and he obviously at it up.

Eventually, I ran out of things to say when he quit asking questions, and a silence grew. Eventually, he broke it.

“Uh, Cliff….”


“You said something last time, but I guess you were just goofing.”

“What did I say?”

“Don’t remember exactly, but I asked something about sex… meaning sex on camputs, but you said…. Well….”

“I’m game if you are. I said I’m game if you are.”

“That’s it. Did… did you mean it, or were you just horsing—”

“Every word of it.”

“Meant every word of it?”

“Yep. Meant every word of it.”

“Why would… Well, you told me about the women you had, so—” He bit his lip. “Were you making that up?”

“Not a bit. Every one of them was real.”

“Then how come….”

I caught his eye in the bright moonlight and held it. “Bunny, I’m willing to bet a week’s pay you’re not a virgin. In fact, I’ll wager you’ve sampled more than one of the town’s girls.”

He grinned. “Two. More than once.”

“So how come you’re interested?”

“W-what makes you think I am?”

“Friday night, and here we are out on the lakeshore all alone. You’re the one who brought up the subject. Why would you do that if you weren’t interested?”

He shrugged. “Curious, I guess.”

“You ever got with a guy?”

He shook his head. “Nope. Next door neighbor and I jerked off together when we were fifteen. That’s all.”

“How did you feel about it then?”

“It was okay. Nothing to shout about.”

“You must be interested in something more than jerking off to bring it up now.”

“Aw, just forget—”

I looked him straight in the eye. “Uh-uh, you said you were curious, so let’s get curious.”

“I-I dunno, Cliff.”

“I do. I’ll show you how we do it in college.”

I reached for him. He flinched, but didn’t bolt. Before the evening was over, Lil ole Honey Bunny had learned a lot… and he had learned it well. I think I unleashed a tiger. And I knew one thing for sure. I couldn't call him L'il Honey Bunny anymore.


I get the feeling Cliff got more than he bargained for… turned every way but loose. How do you see it?

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