I don't write wam , bam thank you ma'mam. I do hope you like this story. Details are important in a good one, I think.
A note to all readers,, It's gonna get smokin'
I have a plan.
The Hunger
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I don't write wam , bam thank you ma'mam. I do hope you like this story. Details are important in a good one, I think.
A note to all readers,, It's gonna get smokin'
I have a plan.
The Hunger , Chapter 7: Hot Fun in the Summertime part 1
As he walks around the pools edge, Chance’s erection doesn’t soften at first, it smacks back and forth almost in slow motion as the sticky cock head grabs hold of each dick slap of his own thighs, like flypaper it grabs hold, only releasing from the weight of the momentum of the cock’s walk to the shower, still having it’s massive length, yet loosing cock elevation with each smack. Chance looks down at his cock, happy with the sensations he’s feeling now. It’s no longer facing upwards, it’s now sticking straight out Chance notices the clear drip of precum about to drop , he catches it with his forefinger, then using thumb and forefinger squeezes the remaining precum before placing the sweet liquid on his tongue. The honey is spread across the roof of his mouth, the tongue’s tip quickly rubbing the backside of his upper front teeth, hunting for starving taste buds. The pendulous cock leads Chance to the shower stall. He dials his water temperature to hot. He reaches up adjusting the shower head’s spray force and smells the strong odor from his raised arm pit. God he loves that smell. Armpit, cum, scrotum sweat, the earthy smells of one’s own essence, he loves it equally. He thinks now of Heather as he steps into the hot spray. He thinks of the many trysts they had, the first time in the office; and in Bills Edsel on the rare occasions he let Heather have it and an especially playful time on the kitchen table where they had a sexual feast with whipped topping, maple syrup, * poof * his thoughts change to the pregnancy test boxes.” Was she pregnant? By Me?” he wondered.
Chance began to go thru the automatic process of showering while his cock deflated. He thought too of Bill, helping him with his Edsel. Bill, underneath the dash, working on the wires. Chance outside, looking in thru the passenger door, switched his vision from wires to Bills cut-offs inseam, where, upon peeking past the hairy inner thigh, noticed scar tissue and stitch marks. He never did see what Bills penis looked like, or even if he had one at all, after the accident. That was spoken by others in whispers Chance wasn’t a part of. Then Chance remembered something Bill once said (and did).
It was working on the Edsel, after a few sexual encounters with Heather, when he was teaching Chance some rudimentary principles of engine installation when it happened. Chance was on one of those floor creepers the mechanics use to lay on to get underneath the car’s chassis. Chance was on Bill’s creeper, under the car, when after the lesson was over and the repair was made, Bill grabbed Chance’s legs to haul him out from underneath and pulled him free. Bills legs were now straddling Chance. Bill looks down and says “Damn Chance you’re as big as I used to be! Maybe bigger”. Bill reached down and patted Chances groin trying to determine where things started and ended in the heavy clump of bunched up Levi 501 jeans. “How big are you?” asked Bill. Chance shrugged. “You never measured?” Says Bill. “Nahhh,” replied Chance, “The guys would talk about each others size but it never interested me. I outranked them anyways” Chance coyly remarked. “Damn straight” Bill said. Now comes the surprising part. Bill grabs the top of the waistband where the button fly buttons begin and jerks the denim open, exposing white boxers. Chance begins to harden immediately. Bill says “Let’s see a bird’s eye view of what my wife used to see”.. Chance didn’t hear that right and in his mind he freaked out right there, thinking Bill knew about him and his wife for a split second. Then Chance analyzed what Bill meant. Meanwhile Bills hand worked the almost hard cock thru the boxer’s opening. “So this is how I looked” said Bill. ‘Yup, you’re cut, like me. Yours may be longer, but mine was thicker. Bill was now rubbing the fully erect penis now. Chance lying there, was stunned, motionless.” I keep Heather happy like this now” Bill then said, and started to flick Chance’s dick the same way Heather did it. With tongue under the glans, around, over, on top and within the penis tip. Bill stopped, in horror. Realizing what he was doing, he released the throbbing cock, reached down and, grabbing Chance’s shoulders, stood him up, then Bill swung around leaning against the Edsel’s fender. “Chance, I don’t know if you will ever forgive me or understand, but I’m truly sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. You don’t know the whole story, and why should you care. I just want to say again I’m sorry and I’d rather cut my nuts offfff” ……….. Bill pauses and begins to cry uncontrollably. “We’re done here for the day Chance” Bill choked his words out..
Chance reeled in his cock and buttoned his fly. Dumbfounded, all he could say was “I’m sorry Bill” and left Bills shop. It took four weeks for the uncomfortable feeling between the two to subside. Chance never spoke of this to anyone. It would be over three months after that that he would be with Heather again. Later still, after thinking about it, Chance realized he did receive pleasure from the contact with Bill, in an exciting way he never experienced before.
Chance finished his shower, toweled off, and nude, walked back out to the pool house. Cock swaying, like always. Eyes met clock, 8:30, it said. Chance packed the lube and the clock back in the suitcase’s outer pocket and chooses a turquoise polo shirt and white linen shorts from the suitcase’s offerings, white boxers first, of course. He rubbed his face and felt his scattered stubble and decided to let it go for another time, he dressed himself. Retrieving hair wax from his outside suitcase pocket he arranged his hair, using the mirror over the long counter at the back of the pool house. Chiseled features, squared chin, full lips, clear skin, killer body, he looked like right out of one of those men’s fashion catalogs with a broad chest, tapering down to a narrow, 31” waist. Finally, with different sports shoes and socks he was prepared for the flat rock’s arrival. A quick dash in to the kitchen, Chance grabbed a small container of fruited yogurt and wolfed it down. After a drink of water and a quick teeth brushing, Chance was walking out to the patio when the truck pulled up. Stan Getty backed up the flatbed rig stopped and motioned to Chance to open up the wide double gate that was next to the regular gate door Chance passed thru the evening before. Without a word, Stan completed the unloading process and once the rig was secure, he asked Chance: “Is that your truck there?” It sure is a beauty, 76 or 77? “1976 “Chance beamed. “Windsor 351” asked Stan. “Yea, Chance said, almost regretfully. “Rather had the Cleveland one” continued Chance. Stan defensively said: “The Windsor is a fine respectable engine, lots of wear out of that one, once you get past the water pump” He said with a wink. and continued:” So your C.C.’s nephew eh?” Chance looked puzzled. “We call your Uncle C.C. around these here parts,, C.C. Charles Cole, and your Chance Cole, right? Another C.C. , what’s this world coming to.” Stan finished. Chance laughed. Yea, C.C. called me yesterday and told me of his change of plans going to Memphis and all, about Millie I mean, making the arrangements and all”… Stan looked at Chance’s truck, squinting his eyes, and said” Sure is a nice truck, but looks sort of sad, needs a good cleaning and the once over,” he continued , walking over to Chance’s Ford, peeking inside the locked cab. How’d you get that road grime inside the cab, boy?” Stan giggled. “Take it down to my brothers garage there at the red light, and he’ll do you right. He pretended to continue looking inside the cab when he actually was looking at Chance, using the side window like a mirror he surveyed Chance’s oh-so-perfect body and handsome face and interesting bulge “Tell C.C. when he comes back, that if this isn’t enough rock, then stop or call Davis’s store near my brother’s garage there, Paul Davis will arrange another delivery. The two shook hands, the rig drove off, and Chance returned to the patio, and eyed the bag of carrots under the chaise lounge. He picked up the bag, took out a baby one chomped on it as he returned the carrots to the refrigerator. He then noticed an envelope by the kitchen sink with his name, Witten by Jenny. Chance opened it to find 3 one hundred dollar bills inside with a post-it note on the top one saying “Chance, for you, just for fun, in case you need anything” Chance shook his head thinking “$300 dollars, that’s a hundred dollars a day to spend around here. Jenny, you sweet silly thing.” He then had the idea to take the truck down to that garage. Chance secured the house, and grabbed another towel from the pool house closet. He needed a towel to sit on; the seats were filthy from the trip. The sun, beating down on the truck warmed the cab to an uncomfortable temperature, with windows again wide open Chance drove from under the blue sky, then into the green canopy of trees shading the road to the red light. Chance spotted the sign “Getty’s Garage” and drove up. Chance walked up to the single open garage door on the block building and stepped into the shady but hot interior of the building. Immediately he spotted a bald rolly poly man around 50ish years old with bulbous nose, looking like one of the Snow White dwarfs only super-sized, Chance thought. Only with a rectangular face instead of a roundish one, like the dwarves. Yes, he resembled the guy that delivered the flat rock.
As he walks around the pools edge, Chance’s erection doesn’t soften at first, it smacks back and forth almost in slow motion as the sticky cock head grabs hold of each dick slap of his own thighs, like flypaper it grabs hold, only releasing from the weight of the momentum of the cock’s walk to the shower, still having it’s massive length, yet loosing cock elevation with each smack. Chance looks down at his cock, happy with the sensations he’s feeling now. It’s no longer facing upwards, it’s now sticking straight out Chance notices the clear drip of precum about to drop , he catches it with his forefinger, then using thumb and forefinger squeezes the remaining precum before placing the sweet liquid on his tongue. The honey is spread across the roof of his mouth, the tongue’s tip quickly rubbing the backside of his upper front teeth, hunting for starving taste buds. The pendulous cock leads Chance to the shower stall. He dials his water temperature to hot. He reaches up adjusting the shower head’s spray force and smells the strong odor from his raised arm pit. God he loves that smell. Armpit, cum, scrotum sweat, the earthy smells of one’s own essence, he loves it equally. He thinks now of Heather as he steps into the hot spray. He thinks of the many trysts they had, the first time in the office; and in Bills Edsel on the rare occasions he let Heather have it and an especially playful time on the kitchen table where they had a sexual feast with whipped topping, maple syrup, * poof * his thoughts change to the pregnancy test boxes.” Was she pregnant? By Me?” he wondered.
Chance began to go thru the automatic process of showering while his cock deflated. He thought too of Bill, helping him with his Edsel. Bill, underneath the dash, working on the wires. Chance outside, looking in thru the passenger door, switched his vision from wires to Bills cut-offs inseam, where, upon peeking past the hairy inner thigh, noticed scar tissue and stitch marks. He never did see what Bills penis looked like, or even if he had one at all, after the accident. That was spoken by others in whispers Chance wasn’t a part of. Then Chance remembered something Bill once said (and did).
It was working on the Edsel, after a few sexual encounters with Heather, when he was teaching Chance some rudimentary principles of engine installation when it happened. Chance was on one of those floor creepers the mechanics use to lay on to get underneath the car’s chassis. Chance was on Bill’s creeper, under the car, when after the lesson was over and the repair was made, Bill grabbed Chance’s legs to haul him out from underneath and pulled him free. Bills legs were now straddling Chance. Bill looks down and says “Damn Chance you’re as big as I used to be! Maybe bigger”. Bill reached down and patted Chances groin trying to determine where things started and ended in the heavy clump of bunched up Levi 501 jeans. “How big are you?” asked Bill. Chance shrugged. “You never measured?” Says Bill. “Nahhh,” replied Chance, “The guys would talk about each others size but it never interested me. I outranked them anyways” Chance coyly remarked. “Damn straight” Bill said. Now comes the surprising part. Bill grabs the top of the waistband where the button fly buttons begin and jerks the denim open, exposing white boxers. Chance begins to harden immediately. Bill says “Let’s see a bird’s eye view of what my wife used to see”.. Chance didn’t hear that right and in his mind he freaked out right there, thinking Bill knew about him and his wife for a split second. Then Chance analyzed what Bill meant. Meanwhile Bills hand worked the almost hard cock thru the boxer’s opening. “So this is how I looked” said Bill. ‘Yup, you’re cut, like me. Yours may be longer, but mine was thicker. Bill was now rubbing the fully erect penis now. Chance lying there, was stunned, motionless.” I keep Heather happy like this now” Bill then said, and started to flick Chance’s dick the same way Heather did it. With tongue under the glans, around, over, on top and within the penis tip. Bill stopped, in horror. Realizing what he was doing, he released the throbbing cock, reached down and, grabbing Chance’s shoulders, stood him up, then Bill swung around leaning against the Edsel’s fender. “Chance, I don’t know if you will ever forgive me or understand, but I’m truly sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. You don’t know the whole story, and why should you care. I just want to say again I’m sorry and I’d rather cut my nuts offfff” ……….. Bill pauses and begins to cry uncontrollably. “We’re done here for the day Chance” Bill choked his words out..
Chance reeled in his cock and buttoned his fly. Dumbfounded, all he could say was “I’m sorry Bill” and left Bills shop. It took four weeks for the uncomfortable feeling between the two to subside. Chance never spoke of this to anyone. It would be over three months after that that he would be with Heather again. Later still, after thinking about it, Chance realized he did receive pleasure from the contact with Bill, in an exciting way he never experienced before.
Chance finished his shower, toweled off, and nude, walked back out to the pool house. Cock swaying, like always. Eyes met clock, 8:30, it said. Chance packed the lube and the clock back in the suitcase’s outer pocket and chooses a turquoise polo shirt and white linen shorts from the suitcase’s offerings, white boxers first, of course. He rubbed his face and felt his scattered stubble and decided to let it go for another time, he dressed himself. Retrieving hair wax from his outside suitcase pocket he arranged his hair, using the mirror over the long counter at the back of the pool house. Chiseled features, squared chin, full lips, clear skin, killer body, he looked like right out of one of those men’s fashion catalogs with a broad chest, tapering down to a narrow, 31” waist. Finally, with different sports shoes and socks he was prepared for the flat rock’s arrival. A quick dash in to the kitchen, Chance grabbed a small container of fruited yogurt and wolfed it down. After a drink of water and a quick teeth brushing, Chance was walking out to the patio when the truck pulled up. Stan Getty backed up the flatbed rig stopped and motioned to Chance to open up the wide double gate that was next to the regular gate door Chance passed thru the evening before. Without a word, Stan completed the unloading process and once the rig was secure, he asked Chance: “Is that your truck there?” It sure is a beauty, 76 or 77? “1976 “Chance beamed. “Windsor 351” asked Stan. “Yea, Chance said, almost regretfully. “Rather had the Cleveland one” continued Chance. Stan defensively said: “The Windsor is a fine respectable engine, lots of wear out of that one, once you get past the water pump” He said with a wink. and continued:” So your C.C.’s nephew eh?” Chance looked puzzled. “We call your Uncle C.C. around these here parts,, C.C. Charles Cole, and your Chance Cole, right? Another C.C. , what’s this world coming to.” Stan finished. Chance laughed. Yea, C.C. called me yesterday and told me of his change of plans going to Memphis and all, about Millie I mean, making the arrangements and all”… Stan looked at Chance’s truck, squinting his eyes, and said” Sure is a nice truck, but looks sort of sad, needs a good cleaning and the once over,” he continued , walking over to Chance’s Ford, peeking inside the locked cab. How’d you get that road grime inside the cab, boy?” Stan giggled. “Take it down to my brothers garage there at the red light, and he’ll do you right. He pretended to continue looking inside the cab when he actually was looking at Chance, using the side window like a mirror he surveyed Chance’s oh-so-perfect body and handsome face and interesting bulge “Tell C.C. when he comes back, that if this isn’t enough rock, then stop or call Davis’s store near my brother’s garage there, Paul Davis will arrange another delivery. The two shook hands, the rig drove off, and Chance returned to the patio, and eyed the bag of carrots under the chaise lounge. He picked up the bag, took out a baby one chomped on it as he returned the carrots to the refrigerator. He then noticed an envelope by the kitchen sink with his name, Witten by Jenny. Chance opened it to find 3 one hundred dollar bills inside with a post-it note on the top one saying “Chance, for you, just for fun, in case you need anything” Chance shook his head thinking “$300 dollars, that’s a hundred dollars a day to spend around here. Jenny, you sweet silly thing.” He then had the idea to take the truck down to that garage. Chance secured the house, and grabbed another towel from the pool house closet. He needed a towel to sit on; the seats were filthy from the trip. The sun, beating down on the truck warmed the cab to an uncomfortable temperature, with windows again wide open Chance drove from under the blue sky, then into the green canopy of trees shading the road to the red light. Chance spotted the sign “Getty’s Garage” and drove up. Chance walked up to the single open garage door on the block building and stepped into the shady but hot interior of the building. Immediately he spotted a bald rolly poly man around 50ish years old with bulbous nose, looking like one of the Snow White dwarfs only super-sized, Chance thought. Only with a rectangular face instead of a roundish one, like the dwarves. Yes, he resembled the guy that delivered the flat rock.
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The Hunger Chapter 7 part 2
Hello, I’m Charles Cole’s nephew, here visiting”……… Chance was interrupted by Mr. Getty; ”Oh yes, C.C.’s nephew, we all knew you was coming, what can I do for you,, ummm errrr” he paused.
“Chance, Chance Cole” said Chance. “Your brother Stan just delivered some rock up to my Uncles Place and he suggested I bring my truck here so you can give it the once-over ummmm errrrr.”
“Francis, Francis Getty, but just call me Fran. Fran and Stan, that’s us! Now let me see”, They walk out into the heating sun, and Fran after a quick look-see, says, I will detail the truck, inside and out for ummm,, let’s say,,, a hundred dollars. I’ll even degrease the engine” he says as he pops the hood, “Not that it needs it, nice truck”. Chance remembers about the air conditioning, “Oh can you put in a new belt; I lost the one for the air conditioning this side of Louisville yesterday. Man was it ever hot.”
“Belt? sure sure, I won’t even charge you extra for the labor, being your C.C’s nephew, but tell you what , how about you going over there to Davis’s store and get me the belt, the got everything in there, I need to quickly finish up a job here, heck , we’ll even deliver it back to the house, you’re staying with C.C. aren’t you?”
Chance nods and says “Sweet, alright. I’ll get the belt now.”
Chance walks catty-corner across the intersection to Davis’s store.” Looked like it was a large chain grocery store at one time” Chance thought.” Kind of run down, wonder if they got a pot belly stove, pickle barrel and guys playing checkers” He thought as he smiled.
Charlene was operating the cash register, immediately to the left as Chance entered the store. Cigarettes were on a rack over her head like at some gas stations. Chance was disappointed there wasn’t a pot belly stove or pickle barrel, but there were two old timers playing checkers at the far rear of the store. Lynette was stocking shelves. Both girls heard the alarm bell tinkle as Chance opened the door and stepped into the air conditioned catch all store. Charlene was swallowing a gulp from a bottled water and choked on the gulp when she seen Chance enter the store.
“Oh my god!” Charlene thought as she seen Chance. Her eyes took a quick glance at that handsome face and quickly lowered her vision to the chiseled chest outlined by the turquoise shirt, her vision continuing on to the bulge. Charlene swallowed hard the small amount of water that was left in her mouth. Lynette looked at Charlene after hearing her choke, unaware of the sexy sight that had Charlene’s full attention. Lynette then followed Charlene’s stare and then understood. Chance approached Charlene at the cash register as Lynette joined Charlene. They both stood there with pensive smiles as Chance asked:
“I need a belt for my truck, Mr. Getty, over there said this is the place.
Charlene said nothing, but Lynette spoke out:” If you need a belt then go over to that far corner, and talk to the little guy there, he’ll help you out.”
Chance turned his head as Lynette pointed to the counter, Chance then walked to the far counter. The two high school girls whispered once Chance was out of hearing range.
“That’s Joe Jonas” Lynette said, as she was thumbing thru one of those weekly Hollywood stars & scandals magazines. “Can’t be” said Charlene “This guy is BUILT” she whispered.” He’s so dreamy-sexy.” Lynette comes to the page she was looking for.
“See” Charlene says, as she points her finger at the photo figure of Joe Jonas.” BEFORE!,,”she exclaims, then she points her finger at Chance: “AFTER”!! She squeals.
Chance steps up to the counter. A small young man stands behind the counter. Chance thought the guy looked like that Harry Potter character. Roundish, sweet face, horn rimmed glasses. “A fit body, just condensed, down sized, or whatever, small, but good looking.” went thru Chance’s mind.
“Hi, I need a belt for my truck, it’s at Getty’s garage there getting some work done. It’s the belt for the air conditioning.” Chance eyes the young man as he grabs a large catalog from underneath the counter.
“1976 Ford F 150 , 351 Windsor engine” continues Chance as he notices the young man’s name tag “Willie” Chance then looked on the wall behind the counter, noticing a recent photo of Willie inside this same store, wearing graduation cap and gown.
“You just graduate?” asked Chance as he pointed to the photo.
“Yes I did, high school. “ Smiled Willie, it was a friendly warm smile. Chance noticed the dark day’s growth of beard on Willie. As Willie turned even more pages Chance eyed the open orange and white checkered shirt, catching the dark curly chest hairs. A quick flash down at the crotch, no noticeable bulge. Like in a daze, Chance shook his head once and said to himself “Snap out of it. I’m just a guy checking out another guy. It’s like dogs sniffing each other’s butt. Just looking is all”. He then thought of Bill Johnson.
Willie found the information he needed, exited thru some swinging doors at the end of his counter and returned with the belt. Chance was told the price and handed Willie one of the hundred dollar bills.
“We don’t see too many hundreds here” Willie said as he held it up to the light, inspecting it thoroughly, smiling thru his perfect teeth.
The transaction was complete, Chance turned and left, and walked outside, still in the cross hairs of Charlene and Lynette.
Chance took the belt over to Getty’s garage, paid him the hundred dollars in advance, checking the ignition to be sure he left the keys for Fran Getty.
“Need a lift Mr. Cole?” asked Fran.
“Nah, not far, think I will walk it. It’s not bad once I get in the shade.”
Chance walked thru the intersection headed uphill back to Uncle Charles’s place when Willie, on a motorcycle now, stopped and asked Chance:
“Want a lift?”
“Oh you just got off work? Asked Chance. Willie turned off his ‘cycle.
“Yea, I work early here, now I’m headed to my other job, up the road, past your Uncle Charles’s place. “OH you know who I am?” replied Chance. “Oh ya,” says Willie.” You take a dump, flush the toilet here, and everyone knows weather or not you had corn for dinner! News travel fast here in Safe Haven.
The two laughed. Chance got on; Willie kick started the cycle, and took off. Without helmets, the two men traveled the one mile quickly; Willie turned at the concrete lions, went up the drive and turned off the engine at the family entrance gate.
“I hear C.C. has a nice pool. I've never seen it; mind if I take a look, can’t stay long got to get to my other job.”
“Yea, come on in,” Chance says as he opens the gate.
“Oh you got your rock delivered I see”
“Yes today” says Chance. “Not sure if it’s going to be enough but Stan Getty says to ask Paul Davis for more.
“Well” says Willie, if it’s just a little bit of rock you need. There’s a bunch up the road right here, some sort of rock slide happened a while back. Two miles past your uncle’s driveway here, is a large tree with a red & white target painted on it”. Turn to the right, there’s a dirt road there; follow the road … maybe half a mile and you come to the slide. Can’t miss it. Looks real close same type as the rock you have right here.” Willie quickly looks around. “Awfully nice pool. Too bad I got to run, otherwise…… oh careful up there at the slide, dangerous part of land right there, don’t wander away from the clearing there, get the rock and get outta there, if you do go. Don’t tell my boss, Mr. Davis I said anything about it... He’d be mad if he knew I told and he missed a sale on my account.” Chance nods vigorously.
Willie gives his groin a quick tug, ‘Gets hot in the sun” he smiles, “ Sweaty balls” he chuckles.” Ok see ya,
Willie leaves the pool area. Chance hears the motorcycle roar down the driveway, Chance hears the cycle up shift its gears, and soon silence falls. Chance goes in the kitchen, grabs another yogurt container and a spoon from the drawer and walks to the pool house, enters the still curtained area and sits upright in a chair and enjoys the fruited yogurt and thinks: “ Sweaty balls”. And almost dozes off to sleep. He shakes his head, stands up and stretches, flexing his back muscles and cracking his vertebrae like he did when Blackwell crashed into him yesterday.
Chance looks at the pool and realizes he never even been in it yet. He remembers he packed his black running shorts back in the suitcase in the closet there. “Darn it, I hadn’t even unpacked yet” he says to himself. He walks towards the closet, peeling off first shirt, shoes and socks, then the linen shorts, finally the boxers. Chance scratches his sweaty balls, and lifts his cock against his abdomen. grabbing the aroused cock, circling it with thumb and forefinger as best he could, sliding the fingered grip down the shaft. Chance pivots, deciding just to swim naked. “That’d be fun”, he thought. He walks up to the curtains and stands before them. The cool breeze from the hillside blows the sheer fabric into Chances body. His cock is stoked by the fabric. Wind lifting the weighted panels, enveloping the cock, rubbing, rubbing.. Balls now being tickled by the sheers. Chance finds the opening between the panels and inserts both hands in front, together, like a diver , Chance spreads the panels, moving his hands out and away from his body, like a swimmer doing the breast stroke, he passes thru the opening and thinks then of his dream of Heather, in her vagina, cumin inside her. Full lips over his cock, nail polished fingers stroking his cock, tugging his nut sack. Playfully tickling the sensitive area between nuts and ass hole. Daring to enter his hole with those long nails, taunting, taunting with those nails. Chance sits on the top step, poolside, and feet in the cooling water. Heather’s mouth, ice cubed, goes down on the hot cock, waters flowing away from what doesn’t get slurped back in her mouth. Balls chilling from the dripping waters. Chance steps in the pool, submerging his cock, he stands waist deep, his hands spread out and up towards the sun, worshiping the sun. Thinking of Heather, Back arched, head back, eyes shut, Chance thrusts the water with his cock, once, twice, three times,….. four,,,, teeth clenched, shortened breath, hips now flailing side to side, cock swooshing thru the water, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. With muscles turning to stone from the spasms, He cries out in primitive fashion, ejaculating his load, in the swirling waters. The enormous cum slick circles around in the ecstasy of the moment, cum now clinging to his body. Exhausted, Chance steps back, ascends the pool steps, and, with feet in the water and wet ass on hot concrete, he then reclines, now his back touches the sun-hot surface he winces in pain until a truce between flesh and concrete is made. Chance lays there breathing deep, breathing long, arms at his side. Hands hanging over the side, fingers in the water, Fingers in Heather. He sleeps.
Hello, I’m Charles Cole’s nephew, here visiting”……… Chance was interrupted by Mr. Getty; ”Oh yes, C.C.’s nephew, we all knew you was coming, what can I do for you,, ummm errrr” he paused.
“Chance, Chance Cole” said Chance. “Your brother Stan just delivered some rock up to my Uncles Place and he suggested I bring my truck here so you can give it the once-over ummmm errrrr.”
“Francis, Francis Getty, but just call me Fran. Fran and Stan, that’s us! Now let me see”, They walk out into the heating sun, and Fran after a quick look-see, says, I will detail the truck, inside and out for ummm,, let’s say,,, a hundred dollars. I’ll even degrease the engine” he says as he pops the hood, “Not that it needs it, nice truck”. Chance remembers about the air conditioning, “Oh can you put in a new belt; I lost the one for the air conditioning this side of Louisville yesterday. Man was it ever hot.”
“Belt? sure sure, I won’t even charge you extra for the labor, being your C.C’s nephew, but tell you what , how about you going over there to Davis’s store and get me the belt, the got everything in there, I need to quickly finish up a job here, heck , we’ll even deliver it back to the house, you’re staying with C.C. aren’t you?”
Chance nods and says “Sweet, alright. I’ll get the belt now.”
Chance walks catty-corner across the intersection to Davis’s store.” Looked like it was a large chain grocery store at one time” Chance thought.” Kind of run down, wonder if they got a pot belly stove, pickle barrel and guys playing checkers” He thought as he smiled.
Charlene was operating the cash register, immediately to the left as Chance entered the store. Cigarettes were on a rack over her head like at some gas stations. Chance was disappointed there wasn’t a pot belly stove or pickle barrel, but there were two old timers playing checkers at the far rear of the store. Lynette was stocking shelves. Both girls heard the alarm bell tinkle as Chance opened the door and stepped into the air conditioned catch all store. Charlene was swallowing a gulp from a bottled water and choked on the gulp when she seen Chance enter the store.
“Oh my god!” Charlene thought as she seen Chance. Her eyes took a quick glance at that handsome face and quickly lowered her vision to the chiseled chest outlined by the turquoise shirt, her vision continuing on to the bulge. Charlene swallowed hard the small amount of water that was left in her mouth. Lynette looked at Charlene after hearing her choke, unaware of the sexy sight that had Charlene’s full attention. Lynette then followed Charlene’s stare and then understood. Chance approached Charlene at the cash register as Lynette joined Charlene. They both stood there with pensive smiles as Chance asked:
“I need a belt for my truck, Mr. Getty, over there said this is the place.
Charlene said nothing, but Lynette spoke out:” If you need a belt then go over to that far corner, and talk to the little guy there, he’ll help you out.”
Chance turned his head as Lynette pointed to the counter, Chance then walked to the far counter. The two high school girls whispered once Chance was out of hearing range.
“That’s Joe Jonas” Lynette said, as she was thumbing thru one of those weekly Hollywood stars & scandals magazines. “Can’t be” said Charlene “This guy is BUILT” she whispered.” He’s so dreamy-sexy.” Lynette comes to the page she was looking for.
“See” Charlene says, as she points her finger at the photo figure of Joe Jonas.” BEFORE!,,”she exclaims, then she points her finger at Chance: “AFTER”!! She squeals.
Chance steps up to the counter. A small young man stands behind the counter. Chance thought the guy looked like that Harry Potter character. Roundish, sweet face, horn rimmed glasses. “A fit body, just condensed, down sized, or whatever, small, but good looking.” went thru Chance’s mind.
“Hi, I need a belt for my truck, it’s at Getty’s garage there getting some work done. It’s the belt for the air conditioning.” Chance eyes the young man as he grabs a large catalog from underneath the counter.
“1976 Ford F 150 , 351 Windsor engine” continues Chance as he notices the young man’s name tag “Willie” Chance then looked on the wall behind the counter, noticing a recent photo of Willie inside this same store, wearing graduation cap and gown.
“You just graduate?” asked Chance as he pointed to the photo.
“Yes I did, high school. “ Smiled Willie, it was a friendly warm smile. Chance noticed the dark day’s growth of beard on Willie. As Willie turned even more pages Chance eyed the open orange and white checkered shirt, catching the dark curly chest hairs. A quick flash down at the crotch, no noticeable bulge. Like in a daze, Chance shook his head once and said to himself “Snap out of it. I’m just a guy checking out another guy. It’s like dogs sniffing each other’s butt. Just looking is all”. He then thought of Bill Johnson.
Willie found the information he needed, exited thru some swinging doors at the end of his counter and returned with the belt. Chance was told the price and handed Willie one of the hundred dollar bills.
“We don’t see too many hundreds here” Willie said as he held it up to the light, inspecting it thoroughly, smiling thru his perfect teeth.
The transaction was complete, Chance turned and left, and walked outside, still in the cross hairs of Charlene and Lynette.
Chance took the belt over to Getty’s garage, paid him the hundred dollars in advance, checking the ignition to be sure he left the keys for Fran Getty.
“Need a lift Mr. Cole?” asked Fran.
“Nah, not far, think I will walk it. It’s not bad once I get in the shade.”
Chance walked thru the intersection headed uphill back to Uncle Charles’s place when Willie, on a motorcycle now, stopped and asked Chance:
“Want a lift?”
“Oh you just got off work? Asked Chance. Willie turned off his ‘cycle.
“Yea, I work early here, now I’m headed to my other job, up the road, past your Uncle Charles’s place. “OH you know who I am?” replied Chance. “Oh ya,” says Willie.” You take a dump, flush the toilet here, and everyone knows weather or not you had corn for dinner! News travel fast here in Safe Haven.
The two laughed. Chance got on; Willie kick started the cycle, and took off. Without helmets, the two men traveled the one mile quickly; Willie turned at the concrete lions, went up the drive and turned off the engine at the family entrance gate.
“I hear C.C. has a nice pool. I've never seen it; mind if I take a look, can’t stay long got to get to my other job.”
“Yea, come on in,” Chance says as he opens the gate.
“Oh you got your rock delivered I see”
“Yes today” says Chance. “Not sure if it’s going to be enough but Stan Getty says to ask Paul Davis for more.
“Well” says Willie, if it’s just a little bit of rock you need. There’s a bunch up the road right here, some sort of rock slide happened a while back. Two miles past your uncle’s driveway here, is a large tree with a red & white target painted on it”. Turn to the right, there’s a dirt road there; follow the road … maybe half a mile and you come to the slide. Can’t miss it. Looks real close same type as the rock you have right here.” Willie quickly looks around. “Awfully nice pool. Too bad I got to run, otherwise…… oh careful up there at the slide, dangerous part of land right there, don’t wander away from the clearing there, get the rock and get outta there, if you do go. Don’t tell my boss, Mr. Davis I said anything about it... He’d be mad if he knew I told and he missed a sale on my account.” Chance nods vigorously.
Willie gives his groin a quick tug, ‘Gets hot in the sun” he smiles, “ Sweaty balls” he chuckles.” Ok see ya,
Willie leaves the pool area. Chance hears the motorcycle roar down the driveway, Chance hears the cycle up shift its gears, and soon silence falls. Chance goes in the kitchen, grabs another yogurt container and a spoon from the drawer and walks to the pool house, enters the still curtained area and sits upright in a chair and enjoys the fruited yogurt and thinks: “ Sweaty balls”. And almost dozes off to sleep. He shakes his head, stands up and stretches, flexing his back muscles and cracking his vertebrae like he did when Blackwell crashed into him yesterday.
Chance looks at the pool and realizes he never even been in it yet. He remembers he packed his black running shorts back in the suitcase in the closet there. “Darn it, I hadn’t even unpacked yet” he says to himself. He walks towards the closet, peeling off first shirt, shoes and socks, then the linen shorts, finally the boxers. Chance scratches his sweaty balls, and lifts his cock against his abdomen. grabbing the aroused cock, circling it with thumb and forefinger as best he could, sliding the fingered grip down the shaft. Chance pivots, deciding just to swim naked. “That’d be fun”, he thought. He walks up to the curtains and stands before them. The cool breeze from the hillside blows the sheer fabric into Chances body. His cock is stoked by the fabric. Wind lifting the weighted panels, enveloping the cock, rubbing, rubbing.. Balls now being tickled by the sheers. Chance finds the opening between the panels and inserts both hands in front, together, like a diver , Chance spreads the panels, moving his hands out and away from his body, like a swimmer doing the breast stroke, he passes thru the opening and thinks then of his dream of Heather, in her vagina, cumin inside her. Full lips over his cock, nail polished fingers stroking his cock, tugging his nut sack. Playfully tickling the sensitive area between nuts and ass hole. Daring to enter his hole with those long nails, taunting, taunting with those nails. Chance sits on the top step, poolside, and feet in the cooling water. Heather’s mouth, ice cubed, goes down on the hot cock, waters flowing away from what doesn’t get slurped back in her mouth. Balls chilling from the dripping waters. Chance steps in the pool, submerging his cock, he stands waist deep, his hands spread out and up towards the sun, worshiping the sun. Thinking of Heather, Back arched, head back, eyes shut, Chance thrusts the water with his cock, once, twice, three times,….. four,,,, teeth clenched, shortened breath, hips now flailing side to side, cock swooshing thru the water, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. With muscles turning to stone from the spasms, He cries out in primitive fashion, ejaculating his load, in the swirling waters. The enormous cum slick circles around in the ecstasy of the moment, cum now clinging to his body. Exhausted, Chance steps back, ascends the pool steps, and, with feet in the water and wet ass on hot concrete, he then reclines, now his back touches the sun-hot surface he winces in pain until a truce between flesh and concrete is made. Chance lays there breathing deep, breathing long, arms at his side. Hands hanging over the side, fingers in the water, Fingers in Heather. He sleeps.
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Chapter 8, The Hunger Deliverance
The loud drone of a low-flying airplane flew overhead. The skies were getting black. Dark clouds spitting raindrops in single fashion. Mid day storms were a common occurrence all across Tennessee this time of year. It was one of these passing storms that yesterday, Chance followed. The storm that fed the silky mud bath that covered him. Todays storm halted before it began, spewing scattering drops around the pool area and nearby countryside. A drop hit Chances shoulder, then thigh, now his sagging cock. It was these ominous clouds that protected Chance, protected him from the suns scorching fingers. Chance lay there cooled. He stirred and still half asleep he thinks of Heather. The drone of the plane fading in the distance, he dreams:
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Chance and Heather are in a green pasture. The sky is scorching blue. A train of bumblebees flies past the naked couple. Bees buzzing, the sounds vibrate enormously. Chance feels the buzz pulsations thru his chest. He cant swallow. The bees then fly off in the distance, the buzzing stops. Heather leans in and kisses him tenderly. Her long light brown hair engulfs his face. He smells her aroma, and with raised hand he squeezes her breasts and she moans not yet releasing her lips from his. She straddles him. His cock laying vertically towards his chest she sits on his balls and rubs her mound up the shaft, pushing the shaft down, down, indenting Chances abdomen . With cock tip still exposed, he reaches down for the first drops of precum; both his thumbs are lubricated with it. He reaches up and touches Heathers nipples, lovingly pinching the nipples, working his thumbs. Her red nails reaching back, she scratches Chances balls, picking up the scrotum and dropping it, balls bouncing off of Chances under-thighs. She now mounts him. His cock telescopes skyward with Heather still riding, he thrusts his hips and the cock descends like an autos jack, descending with each thrust.
Chance is in a courtroom now. Uncle Charles is the judge. What have you got to say in your defense? Chance is asked. Chance explains that, in retrospect, if he hadnt had is tryst with Heather, the Johnsons would have broken apart long ago. Bill was unable to fulfill Heathers needs. It was himself that quenched Heathers fire. HE kept them together, with Heather now satisfied, Bill would be content knowing his wifes own contentment is reached. There would be no mental anguish for Bill being unable to fulfill his husbandly duties. Everyone stays happy as long as Chance and Heather are together.
Heather is on her knees in front of Chance, in the witness box. Shes sucking his cock. There are twelve Bill Andersons watching, sitting in the jury box. All the Bills point their fingers at Chance. Heather calls for a recess, Heather continues sucking Chances cock, with her tongue going over, under, around and within his tip. Her long light brown hair tickles his balls.
Stan Getty then takes his mouth and slurps in Chances cock. His tongue rubs vigorously over the penis tip now. Chance feels the explosion now eminent. His toes curls, HE WAKES UP
Huh? Hey get off me, what the fuck you doing screams Chance at Stan Getty, mouth still swallowing cock. Chance pushes Stan back on the concrete; he stands, and cups his cock and balls the best he can.
Get the fuck out of here says Chance, Get out! Chance screams.
Im not leaving until Im finished shouts Stan.
Get out now or Im telling my Uncle Charles.
Fuck your Uncle Charles; I helped build this place, ME! ME and my clan. Charles owes us big-time. So what are you gonna do?
Chance releases his balls and cock, forms two fists and stands poised, chest inflated, sinewy pec muscles flexing. Arms and legs tensed. His deflated cock was swaying, swaying, like an elephants trunk.
Im going to pound the shit out of you now,unless you get going right now ! Chance bellows.
Stan retorts You party boys are all alike.. You lead us on, then drop us like a lead weight. You drive up here in your fancy truck, wriggle your cock to the world, lay at the pool naked and cum drenched, and expect us all to behave like sheep! Well fuck that. Im leaving but this aint over, it aint over by a long shot. I know a whole hell of a lot more than Im telling. Stan leaves the poolside thru the side gate turns and spits on Chances truck that he just returned from his brothers garage. Fran Getty is waiting for Stan in Frans truck to ride him back down.
Howd it go asks Fran
Shut the fuck up and drive says Stan.
Chance runs into the house and watches out the window as Fran Gettys truck drives away. He stands motionless at the dens window. Dumbfounded, playing the turn of events over and over in his mind.
If I dont do something Im going to go crazy he tells himself.
Chance , naked and swaying, goes to the pool house closet to his large suitcase and gets his black running shorts out and dons shoes and socks, hes going to work on the stone wall. Hard physical work, sweaty work. Chance walks to the edge of the grassy area, and now sees the poured concrete footer where Uncle Charles plans on building the wall sometime after his return from Memphis.
Chance needs an aversion so he doesnt have to think of the recent events with Stan Getty. He starts the wall; he knows how its done. If Charles is not pleased with it, Chance can tear it down and start over. Stone after stone, layer after layer and a few hours since beginning the project, its over.
Needs just two more layers of stone to make it look good. Thought Chance.
Chance thought twice, and decided to scope out where Willie suggested to go, to get the small load of flat rock to finish the wall.
In an hour or so it would be dark so Chance quickly got in his truck and drove up the road and spotted the bulls eye painted on the tree. He noticed it rained there; funny it wasnt wet back at Uncle Charless place, but quick passing rain storms sometimes pick and choose where they want to do their sprinkling. The highway tread tires spun in the wet dirt road, Chance puts it in four wheel drive and successfully climbs the hill to where he came upon a vast clearing. The road continued on but Chance nixed the idea to do some 4x4 exploring as it would be dark soon. Chance turned the truck around to face down the road so hed have an easy exit with a full load. He quickly loaded the rock; it was back breaking, doing it so quickly, to beat the sunset back to Uncles Charless place. In twenty minutes Chance was done. Sweaty and tired, he stood up, wishing he brought some bottled water along. He walked to the edge of a drop off, trees cleared ahead, his view unobstructed. He could see for miles, the hills of Safe Haven and the wilderness around. He then remembered Sykes Mountain, the lookout, Bill and Heather, the crashed Edsel.
He reaches his hand under the leg of the running shorts and yanks his cock from under the lining. It flops out; he begins to piss, still looking at the mountain ranges layering in the distance. The curvy mountain ranges. Soft curves, curves like Heather. He finishes pissing, then wrangles his cock back under the lining and as he turns towards the truck, the wet ground gives away and down he slides, down , down, the small rocks accompany Chance. Skimming across the rock, Rock acting like ball bearings, speeding, speeding down the incline he finally comes to rest. Chance wasnt sure if he was knocked out. It was getting near dark now. He had a long climb back up; He was injured with many small cuts. Bruises growing from the pummel of rock accompanying the slide down. Blood was flowing from a nasty gash on his right side, inside the running shorts. He hurt all over, but Chance had the strength and the drive to make the climb back up to the clearing and the truck. With feet slipping on the loose gravel, Chance finally made the ascent to the final climb. All he needed now was to put his arm up, and then pull himself up and over that rocks edge. Muscles flexing, tendons pulling, teeth clenched and feet digging in to the stone wall, Chance had almost pulled himself up to the clearing, when a hand grabbed his arm and yanked him up and in the air and he slammed down on the flat stoned ground. Blood still oozing from his wound, he got the wind knocked out of him. The bulky figure stepped towards Chance and stood him up, slamming him against his own pickup truck, tailgate still down. His cock slammed against the tailgate, he doubled over, face slamming now on the truck bed. Arm wrenched behind him, in a vices grip. The shadowy figures feet sliding Chances own feet further apart. Elbow digging in the back, pain shooting up, Chance was in trouble.
Well lookie here, you must be the pretty party boy. His face was slammed again into the truck bed, with tiny gravel being embedded in his cheek. The heavy weight of the man pressing down.
Let me check he said as he reached his hand under and in-between Chances legs.
Its a whopper. The hand then passes close to the lining, then under the lining. Sandpapery hands finding Chances ass, a finger is passed heavily over the opening, causing Chance to gasp.
Oh you like that do you, he says. As he now flutters the cock outside the lining, then grabbing his hair, then slamming Chances head to the truck bed for still another time, exposed cock now straining against the tailgate.. Chances head was spinning; his ears were hearing a low grumble tone, His eyes watered, as he tried to focus on the single headlight that seemed to be getting nearer.
The man then puts the finger to his nose.
You smell real good he says.
LEROY! LET HIM GO! Chance heard a voice say.
Leroy, let him go now
Dammit Willie, Im just now getting started, gonna have some real fun
Best to let him go now, cause C.C. aint gonna like it. He aint gonna like it one bit.
But he was snooping around, he triggered the trip wire, the fucker, hes got no business up here no-how, not yet! says Leroy.
You know how C.C. can get crazy-like, you think hes gonna be happy with you about this? said Willie.
Well just keep this to our selves now, come on now, and let him go, do the smart thing
Leroy released his grip on the twisted arm, but not before he bent over again, sticking his tongue in Chances ear. Too bad, you taste real good too said Leroy.
Chance wobbles upright, Leroy spits a small wad of chewing tobacco, the brown mess trickles down Chances breastbone.
Can you drive Willie asks Chance
With hand to head, Chance nods.
OK, careful getting out of here, get your ass back down to C.C.s while I smooth out things here with Leroy Willie sternly says to Chance.
The loud drone of a low-flying airplane flew overhead. The skies were getting black. Dark clouds spitting raindrops in single fashion. Mid day storms were a common occurrence all across Tennessee this time of year. It was one of these passing storms that yesterday, Chance followed. The storm that fed the silky mud bath that covered him. Todays storm halted before it began, spewing scattering drops around the pool area and nearby countryside. A drop hit Chances shoulder, then thigh, now his sagging cock. It was these ominous clouds that protected Chance, protected him from the suns scorching fingers. Chance lay there cooled. He stirred and still half asleep he thinks of Heather. The drone of the plane fading in the distance, he dreams:
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Chance and Heather are in a green pasture. The sky is scorching blue. A train of bumblebees flies past the naked couple. Bees buzzing, the sounds vibrate enormously. Chance feels the buzz pulsations thru his chest. He cant swallow. The bees then fly off in the distance, the buzzing stops. Heather leans in and kisses him tenderly. Her long light brown hair engulfs his face. He smells her aroma, and with raised hand he squeezes her breasts and she moans not yet releasing her lips from his. She straddles him. His cock laying vertically towards his chest she sits on his balls and rubs her mound up the shaft, pushing the shaft down, down, indenting Chances abdomen . With cock tip still exposed, he reaches down for the first drops of precum; both his thumbs are lubricated with it. He reaches up and touches Heathers nipples, lovingly pinching the nipples, working his thumbs. Her red nails reaching back, she scratches Chances balls, picking up the scrotum and dropping it, balls bouncing off of Chances under-thighs. She now mounts him. His cock telescopes skyward with Heather still riding, he thrusts his hips and the cock descends like an autos jack, descending with each thrust.
Chance is in a courtroom now. Uncle Charles is the judge. What have you got to say in your defense? Chance is asked. Chance explains that, in retrospect, if he hadnt had is tryst with Heather, the Johnsons would have broken apart long ago. Bill was unable to fulfill Heathers needs. It was himself that quenched Heathers fire. HE kept them together, with Heather now satisfied, Bill would be content knowing his wifes own contentment is reached. There would be no mental anguish for Bill being unable to fulfill his husbandly duties. Everyone stays happy as long as Chance and Heather are together.
Heather is on her knees in front of Chance, in the witness box. Shes sucking his cock. There are twelve Bill Andersons watching, sitting in the jury box. All the Bills point their fingers at Chance. Heather calls for a recess, Heather continues sucking Chances cock, with her tongue going over, under, around and within his tip. Her long light brown hair tickles his balls.
Stan Getty then takes his mouth and slurps in Chances cock. His tongue rubs vigorously over the penis tip now. Chance feels the explosion now eminent. His toes curls, HE WAKES UP
Huh? Hey get off me, what the fuck you doing screams Chance at Stan Getty, mouth still swallowing cock. Chance pushes Stan back on the concrete; he stands, and cups his cock and balls the best he can.
Get the fuck out of here says Chance, Get out! Chance screams.
Im not leaving until Im finished shouts Stan.
Get out now or Im telling my Uncle Charles.
Fuck your Uncle Charles; I helped build this place, ME! ME and my clan. Charles owes us big-time. So what are you gonna do?
Chance releases his balls and cock, forms two fists and stands poised, chest inflated, sinewy pec muscles flexing. Arms and legs tensed. His deflated cock was swaying, swaying, like an elephants trunk.
Im going to pound the shit out of you now,unless you get going right now ! Chance bellows.
Stan retorts You party boys are all alike.. You lead us on, then drop us like a lead weight. You drive up here in your fancy truck, wriggle your cock to the world, lay at the pool naked and cum drenched, and expect us all to behave like sheep! Well fuck that. Im leaving but this aint over, it aint over by a long shot. I know a whole hell of a lot more than Im telling. Stan leaves the poolside thru the side gate turns and spits on Chances truck that he just returned from his brothers garage. Fran Getty is waiting for Stan in Frans truck to ride him back down.
Howd it go asks Fran
Shut the fuck up and drive says Stan.
Chance runs into the house and watches out the window as Fran Gettys truck drives away. He stands motionless at the dens window. Dumbfounded, playing the turn of events over and over in his mind.
If I dont do something Im going to go crazy he tells himself.
Chance , naked and swaying, goes to the pool house closet to his large suitcase and gets his black running shorts out and dons shoes and socks, hes going to work on the stone wall. Hard physical work, sweaty work. Chance walks to the edge of the grassy area, and now sees the poured concrete footer where Uncle Charles plans on building the wall sometime after his return from Memphis.
Chance needs an aversion so he doesnt have to think of the recent events with Stan Getty. He starts the wall; he knows how its done. If Charles is not pleased with it, Chance can tear it down and start over. Stone after stone, layer after layer and a few hours since beginning the project, its over.
Needs just two more layers of stone to make it look good. Thought Chance.
Chance thought twice, and decided to scope out where Willie suggested to go, to get the small load of flat rock to finish the wall.
In an hour or so it would be dark so Chance quickly got in his truck and drove up the road and spotted the bulls eye painted on the tree. He noticed it rained there; funny it wasnt wet back at Uncle Charless place, but quick passing rain storms sometimes pick and choose where they want to do their sprinkling. The highway tread tires spun in the wet dirt road, Chance puts it in four wheel drive and successfully climbs the hill to where he came upon a vast clearing. The road continued on but Chance nixed the idea to do some 4x4 exploring as it would be dark soon. Chance turned the truck around to face down the road so hed have an easy exit with a full load. He quickly loaded the rock; it was back breaking, doing it so quickly, to beat the sunset back to Uncles Charless place. In twenty minutes Chance was done. Sweaty and tired, he stood up, wishing he brought some bottled water along. He walked to the edge of a drop off, trees cleared ahead, his view unobstructed. He could see for miles, the hills of Safe Haven and the wilderness around. He then remembered Sykes Mountain, the lookout, Bill and Heather, the crashed Edsel.
He reaches his hand under the leg of the running shorts and yanks his cock from under the lining. It flops out; he begins to piss, still looking at the mountain ranges layering in the distance. The curvy mountain ranges. Soft curves, curves like Heather. He finishes pissing, then wrangles his cock back under the lining and as he turns towards the truck, the wet ground gives away and down he slides, down , down, the small rocks accompany Chance. Skimming across the rock, Rock acting like ball bearings, speeding, speeding down the incline he finally comes to rest. Chance wasnt sure if he was knocked out. It was getting near dark now. He had a long climb back up; He was injured with many small cuts. Bruises growing from the pummel of rock accompanying the slide down. Blood was flowing from a nasty gash on his right side, inside the running shorts. He hurt all over, but Chance had the strength and the drive to make the climb back up to the clearing and the truck. With feet slipping on the loose gravel, Chance finally made the ascent to the final climb. All he needed now was to put his arm up, and then pull himself up and over that rocks edge. Muscles flexing, tendons pulling, teeth clenched and feet digging in to the stone wall, Chance had almost pulled himself up to the clearing, when a hand grabbed his arm and yanked him up and in the air and he slammed down on the flat stoned ground. Blood still oozing from his wound, he got the wind knocked out of him. The bulky figure stepped towards Chance and stood him up, slamming him against his own pickup truck, tailgate still down. His cock slammed against the tailgate, he doubled over, face slamming now on the truck bed. Arm wrenched behind him, in a vices grip. The shadowy figures feet sliding Chances own feet further apart. Elbow digging in the back, pain shooting up, Chance was in trouble.
Well lookie here, you must be the pretty party boy. His face was slammed again into the truck bed, with tiny gravel being embedded in his cheek. The heavy weight of the man pressing down.
Let me check he said as he reached his hand under and in-between Chances legs.
Its a whopper. The hand then passes close to the lining, then under the lining. Sandpapery hands finding Chances ass, a finger is passed heavily over the opening, causing Chance to gasp.
Oh you like that do you, he says. As he now flutters the cock outside the lining, then grabbing his hair, then slamming Chances head to the truck bed for still another time, exposed cock now straining against the tailgate.. Chances head was spinning; his ears were hearing a low grumble tone, His eyes watered, as he tried to focus on the single headlight that seemed to be getting nearer.
The man then puts the finger to his nose.
You smell real good he says.
LEROY! LET HIM GO! Chance heard a voice say.
Leroy, let him go now
Dammit Willie, Im just now getting started, gonna have some real fun
Best to let him go now, cause C.C. aint gonna like it. He aint gonna like it one bit.
But he was snooping around, he triggered the trip wire, the fucker, hes got no business up here no-how, not yet! says Leroy.
You know how C.C. can get crazy-like, you think hes gonna be happy with you about this? said Willie.
Well just keep this to our selves now, come on now, and let him go, do the smart thing
Leroy released his grip on the twisted arm, but not before he bent over again, sticking his tongue in Chances ear. Too bad, you taste real good too said Leroy.
Chance wobbles upright, Leroy spits a small wad of chewing tobacco, the brown mess trickles down Chances breastbone.
Can you drive Willie asks Chance
With hand to head, Chance nods.
OK, careful getting out of here, get your ass back down to C.C.s while I smooth out things here with Leroy Willie sternly says to Chance.
Hello, ok now I'd like to thank the handful that participated in the poll, it's important to me, to know I have at least a handful of followers ( maybe ) .Now let's have some fun: Scattered throughout the remainder of the story will be some of my favorite tunes from Youtube that fit the mood of that particular part of the storyline. If you have come this far in the story, you been very patient, I want to share with you some of my favorite tunes that fit the mood of the chapter you will read. Take the time to enjoy the music. Like a cold beer or a glass of wine with your meal,the tune might heighten the story's mood. Now let's start. Unfortunately the tune you're about to hear is part of someone's playlist so if you would, please click off the tune when it comes to 6:35 in the playtime. The tune is over then. I am writing this story on the fly, give me a day for the next chapter. Thank you and please enjoy :
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The Hunger, chapter 9 “Doctor, doctor, give me the news!”
Chance stumbled to the truck, head still spinning, his cock aching, blood still oozing from his stone pile wound. “Who’s this Leroy character, I’m glad Willie happened to come along, wait, he just didn’t’ happen to come along, “ Chance , now driving, kept blinking his eyes focusing on the dirt trail of a road, his wound now really hurting. He thought of Willie .He was wearing the same camouflaged jump suit as Leroy. “What’d Leroy mean saying “business up here, not yet? What business?” Chance wondered. He hit the blacktop road now and turned at the bull’s eyed tree down the blacktop road, not stopping to switch out of four wheel drive, even though that messes up the drive train and cups the tires. He needed to distance himself from that rocky outcrop fast! He felt as if he passed thru the wood chipper at the mill, like a piece of scrap lumber getting pulverized by the coarse teeth. He makes it to the stone lions, headlights shining on them. His arm now hurting from the wrenching he received by Leroy, almost not being able to make the snake turns up the drive, the truck without power steering. He passes thru the gate and reaches the pool area, and pauses, he wants to collapse from the ordeal but he now feels vulnerable there in the open air of the back yard. Chance enters the house locking the door, trying to think what to do, goes to the kitchen sink, turns the faucet on and splashes water on his face, rubbing his face, rubbing the grit off that was embedded by Leroy’s strong slamming of his head to the truck bed. His inner cheek was cut by his own teeth, Chance now feeling the pain for the first time. It was only his adrenaline that allowed him to escape the thrashing of Leroy, adrenaline and Willie’s help.
“Willie, Willie, little Willie what’s his connection with Leroy. Stan Getty. Fran Getty, what the hell’s going on?!!!” Chance wonders.
“Do Uncle Charles and Aunt Jenny know about “This business”? Oh I hurt all over, I’m really hurting” he cries to himself.
He then touches his hand to his side, touching the gashing wound, his eyes slam shut from the pain. He rises up his hand, now bloodied from tapping the outside of his running shorts. He opens up his shorts, and peeks down at his side.
“Jesus, this looks really bad” really really bad.” What should I do?” He remembers that Uncle Charles didn’t leave a contact number, no cell phone number.
“Does he even have a cell phone, Chance now wonders.
“Do I call mom? What can she do?” Chance ponders.
She’s always been a frail nervous wreck as long as he can remember.
“Her voice did sound strained when she talked about the Johnsons,” Chance remembered.
It’s now been five minutes since Chance entered the house. He hears now the roaring of an engine. A motorcycle, Willie’s motorcycle? Chance runs to the den window, sees the single headlight flashing, searching, as it snaked up the drive.
“It’s Willie! “ Chance says to himself. He sees the cycle clearer now, it stops by the gate.
Afraid, yet thinking:
” He saved me from Leroy, he can’t be coming here to kill me now”
Chance runs to the kitchen door and sees Willie walking towards the covered patio now and stops where yesterday Chance received the warm welcome from Uncle Charles and Aunt Jenny. Willie isn’t wearing his jumpsuit now, just some denim cutoffs. He’s carrying a small nylon bag and places it on the patio cart. Willie looks at Chance thru the kitchen door window and nods. Feeling a little more at ease, Chance unlocks the door and steps onto the patio and approaches Willie. After looking around and walking thru the curtained wall of the pool house, Willie throws on the wall of light switches. Not knowing what switch work what, he finally finds the one that shines bright lights on the chaise lounge area where Chance had a blissful sleep the night before. Willie signals to Chance to “come here” and motions Chance with his head to lay on the reclining lounge. After Chance lies down, Willie goes out and returns with the bag and opens it. Not a word has been uttered so far.
“You must have a thousand questions” says Willie. “But first let me have a look. Willie lifts up the lining of the shorts and says: “ Holy shit, that is bad !” Chance’s heart is now pumping fast. He thinks of his own mortality right then, knowing probably he wasn’t going to die from a gash, but his mind then flashes back to the Johnson’s. Willie gets up, goes to the back wall where the bar sink is, rummages thru some drawers until he finds a few bar towels, clean white terrycloth ones. He wets a few towels at the sink and returns with them. Chance hadn’t spoken a word yet. He feels comfort in the take charge attitude coming across by Willie.
“I’ve always had a way with animals, love them, in fact, be it Dogs cats, pigs, cows” Smiles Willie as he kneels down beside Chance. “So there I was, first bringing home hurt strays, cats & dogs, hit by a car, attacked by a raccoon, who knows” shrugged Willie. “That was in another town before we moved here before I even was in high school here. Anyways, when the job was more than I could handle we took the critter to the vet, seems I got hooked on veterinarian science somehow” Willie smiled again. “I worked part time at the vet the next town over as soon as I got my motorcycle, a Harley” Willie beamed. “Had to pay for it somehow, it’s a used one, still in good shape” Chance laid quietly as Willie cleaned around the gash, now applying some kind of ointment around the still bleeding wound.
“Funny what you can get your hands on when you work in a vet’s office” Willie winks as he now pulls out a hypodermic needle. “This may hurt a smidgeon” he says. “To numb the area, is all.” He jabs the needle in a vial of liquid skillfully, like he’s done it hundreds of times. “
You need some stitches, a few anyways.” Not a word yet from Chance. His heartbeat slows back to normal, his breathing slows down.
“Anyways” continues Willie, “Doctor Peters; the vet, took a liking to me and tutored me, unofficially, of course. I got real good at it, a natural” Willie smiled proudly pausing for a moment. “And that’s when I decided to become a vet, but the Doc encouraged me to shoot for the stars and aim for doctoring,,,,, people that is” he chucked. “You’re a people” smiling again. Chance laid there relaxed, interested in the story unknowingly glad he wasn’t thinking of the Gettys or that guy up the road. His perspiring had stopped. Sweat had evaporated by the now cooling breeze.
Willie continued “I got good grades in school too, a natural there I guess, the others hated me for it, was almost salutatorian at school missed it by a few points” he sighed.
Without Chance knowing it, the stitch job was complete. Willie noticed Chance was squinting from the overhead spotlight shining down and got up, and flicked a few switches until he found one that turned on a soft glow of lighting throughout the pool house, like candlelight.
“Better now, don’t need the spots.” said Willie. He returned to Chance, knelt down and grabbed a fresh wet towel. Willie began to tend to the lesser wounds, the abrasions that were numerous over both sides of Chance, gently dabbing the damp towel until bloodied and dirtied, switching still to another wet clean one until the job was complete. Willie looked over to the walled area and spotted the ice machine. He got up and found some drinking glasses, and remembering what he spotted earlier, pulled out a straw and put one in a glass, filling the glass first with some crushed ice, then water. He fixed another one, without a straw, carried both glasses over to Chance and, returning to his kneeling position, handed him the strawed one and said “Cheers”. Chance reached for the glass and ignoring the straw gulped all the water that was in the glass, leaving only the remains of the crushed ice not melted by the tap water. Willie chuckled once, amazed in how quickly Chance finished his drink. Willie got back up and refilled the glass with crushed ice and water handed it back to Chance and knelt down. Chance hadn’t spoken a word the entire time,his eyes were on Willie the entire duration, watching his every move, staring not apprehensively, but more of a curiosity. Puzzled in the makings of what made Willie a person, Chance watched Willie intensely.
“What a sucky doctor I’d make” Willie said next. “Completely forgot to check your backside.” Willie loudly chuckled and said: “Not your ass, your back I mean. Oh they’d disbar me for sure on that one” Willie jokingly said. Chance smiled, still quiet, engrossed in Willie.
“You hurt anywhere back there? Legs? Roll over, let me see” says Willie.
“No spotlights on you now, but you look fairly good there, except for a few little spots here and there, around the shoulder area. You must have slid down on your side mostly.” Chance nodded and shrugged his shoulders the best he could, laying on his stomach, still quiet, under the spell of the attending physician.
“Hold on a sec” Willie then says. Willie reaches in his magical bag and pulls out an aerosol can, pops the cap off, and sprays a light spray on the few minor abrasions he can see under the dim lighting, still kneeling over Chance.
“There”, Willie says after completing the spraying.
“Gah, disbarred for sure!” Willie chuckled again, smiling then says
“Roll back over, need to spray the front side now, those spots still need spraying, sheeze. How do doctors remember all this shit in the E.R.?”
Since unlocking the kitchen door Chance had remained silent under Willie’s spell. Willie, the witchdoctor, but Chance did finally laugh out loud at Willie then and Chance finally spoke, he said:
“E.R.” and looked around the pool house as he quickly flipped over. Willie wasn’t glancing at the pool house, It was impossible for Willie to NOT notice Chance’s flopping penis as he flipped over. Even a blind person would notice. Willie’s eyes naturally were drawn to the flopping motion like any person would. Flopping penis, shoes dropping inside a bathroom stall, even just a shadowy figure one sees from the corner of one’s eye, the vision is drawn to the unexpected. Willie noticed the flopping cock, and a millisecond second later, Chance noticed Willie noticing. There eyes met,Willie blushed. As dim as the lights were, no way could Chance not miss the flush on Willie's sweet face.
Chance stumbled to the truck, head still spinning, his cock aching, blood still oozing from his stone pile wound. “Who’s this Leroy character, I’m glad Willie happened to come along, wait, he just didn’t’ happen to come along, “ Chance , now driving, kept blinking his eyes focusing on the dirt trail of a road, his wound now really hurting. He thought of Willie .He was wearing the same camouflaged jump suit as Leroy. “What’d Leroy mean saying “business up here, not yet? What business?” Chance wondered. He hit the blacktop road now and turned at the bull’s eyed tree down the blacktop road, not stopping to switch out of four wheel drive, even though that messes up the drive train and cups the tires. He needed to distance himself from that rocky outcrop fast! He felt as if he passed thru the wood chipper at the mill, like a piece of scrap lumber getting pulverized by the coarse teeth. He makes it to the stone lions, headlights shining on them. His arm now hurting from the wrenching he received by Leroy, almost not being able to make the snake turns up the drive, the truck without power steering. He passes thru the gate and reaches the pool area, and pauses, he wants to collapse from the ordeal but he now feels vulnerable there in the open air of the back yard. Chance enters the house locking the door, trying to think what to do, goes to the kitchen sink, turns the faucet on and splashes water on his face, rubbing his face, rubbing the grit off that was embedded by Leroy’s strong slamming of his head to the truck bed. His inner cheek was cut by his own teeth, Chance now feeling the pain for the first time. It was only his adrenaline that allowed him to escape the thrashing of Leroy, adrenaline and Willie’s help.
“Willie, Willie, little Willie what’s his connection with Leroy. Stan Getty. Fran Getty, what the hell’s going on?!!!” Chance wonders.
“Do Uncle Charles and Aunt Jenny know about “This business”? Oh I hurt all over, I’m really hurting” he cries to himself.
He then touches his hand to his side, touching the gashing wound, his eyes slam shut from the pain. He rises up his hand, now bloodied from tapping the outside of his running shorts. He opens up his shorts, and peeks down at his side.
“Jesus, this looks really bad” really really bad.” What should I do?” He remembers that Uncle Charles didn’t leave a contact number, no cell phone number.
“Does he even have a cell phone, Chance now wonders.
“Do I call mom? What can she do?” Chance ponders.
She’s always been a frail nervous wreck as long as he can remember.
“Her voice did sound strained when she talked about the Johnsons,” Chance remembered.
It’s now been five minutes since Chance entered the house. He hears now the roaring of an engine. A motorcycle, Willie’s motorcycle? Chance runs to the den window, sees the single headlight flashing, searching, as it snaked up the drive.
“It’s Willie! “ Chance says to himself. He sees the cycle clearer now, it stops by the gate.
Afraid, yet thinking:
” He saved me from Leroy, he can’t be coming here to kill me now”
Chance runs to the kitchen door and sees Willie walking towards the covered patio now and stops where yesterday Chance received the warm welcome from Uncle Charles and Aunt Jenny. Willie isn’t wearing his jumpsuit now, just some denim cutoffs. He’s carrying a small nylon bag and places it on the patio cart. Willie looks at Chance thru the kitchen door window and nods. Feeling a little more at ease, Chance unlocks the door and steps onto the patio and approaches Willie. After looking around and walking thru the curtained wall of the pool house, Willie throws on the wall of light switches. Not knowing what switch work what, he finally finds the one that shines bright lights on the chaise lounge area where Chance had a blissful sleep the night before. Willie signals to Chance to “come here” and motions Chance with his head to lay on the reclining lounge. After Chance lies down, Willie goes out and returns with the bag and opens it. Not a word has been uttered so far.
“You must have a thousand questions” says Willie. “But first let me have a look. Willie lifts up the lining of the shorts and says: “ Holy shit, that is bad !” Chance’s heart is now pumping fast. He thinks of his own mortality right then, knowing probably he wasn’t going to die from a gash, but his mind then flashes back to the Johnson’s. Willie gets up, goes to the back wall where the bar sink is, rummages thru some drawers until he finds a few bar towels, clean white terrycloth ones. He wets a few towels at the sink and returns with them. Chance hadn’t spoken a word yet. He feels comfort in the take charge attitude coming across by Willie.
“I’ve always had a way with animals, love them, in fact, be it Dogs cats, pigs, cows” Smiles Willie as he kneels down beside Chance. “So there I was, first bringing home hurt strays, cats & dogs, hit by a car, attacked by a raccoon, who knows” shrugged Willie. “That was in another town before we moved here before I even was in high school here. Anyways, when the job was more than I could handle we took the critter to the vet, seems I got hooked on veterinarian science somehow” Willie smiled again. “I worked part time at the vet the next town over as soon as I got my motorcycle, a Harley” Willie beamed. “Had to pay for it somehow, it’s a used one, still in good shape” Chance laid quietly as Willie cleaned around the gash, now applying some kind of ointment around the still bleeding wound.
“Funny what you can get your hands on when you work in a vet’s office” Willie winks as he now pulls out a hypodermic needle. “This may hurt a smidgeon” he says. “To numb the area, is all.” He jabs the needle in a vial of liquid skillfully, like he’s done it hundreds of times. “
You need some stitches, a few anyways.” Not a word yet from Chance. His heartbeat slows back to normal, his breathing slows down.
“Anyways” continues Willie, “Doctor Peters; the vet, took a liking to me and tutored me, unofficially, of course. I got real good at it, a natural” Willie smiled proudly pausing for a moment. “And that’s when I decided to become a vet, but the Doc encouraged me to shoot for the stars and aim for doctoring,,,,, people that is” he chucked. “You’re a people” smiling again. Chance laid there relaxed, interested in the story unknowingly glad he wasn’t thinking of the Gettys or that guy up the road. His perspiring had stopped. Sweat had evaporated by the now cooling breeze.
Willie continued “I got good grades in school too, a natural there I guess, the others hated me for it, was almost salutatorian at school missed it by a few points” he sighed.
Without Chance knowing it, the stitch job was complete. Willie noticed Chance was squinting from the overhead spotlight shining down and got up, and flicked a few switches until he found one that turned on a soft glow of lighting throughout the pool house, like candlelight.
“Better now, don’t need the spots.” said Willie. He returned to Chance, knelt down and grabbed a fresh wet towel. Willie began to tend to the lesser wounds, the abrasions that were numerous over both sides of Chance, gently dabbing the damp towel until bloodied and dirtied, switching still to another wet clean one until the job was complete. Willie looked over to the walled area and spotted the ice machine. He got up and found some drinking glasses, and remembering what he spotted earlier, pulled out a straw and put one in a glass, filling the glass first with some crushed ice, then water. He fixed another one, without a straw, carried both glasses over to Chance and, returning to his kneeling position, handed him the strawed one and said “Cheers”. Chance reached for the glass and ignoring the straw gulped all the water that was in the glass, leaving only the remains of the crushed ice not melted by the tap water. Willie chuckled once, amazed in how quickly Chance finished his drink. Willie got back up and refilled the glass with crushed ice and water handed it back to Chance and knelt down. Chance hadn’t spoken a word the entire time,his eyes were on Willie the entire duration, watching his every move, staring not apprehensively, but more of a curiosity. Puzzled in the makings of what made Willie a person, Chance watched Willie intensely.
“What a sucky doctor I’d make” Willie said next. “Completely forgot to check your backside.” Willie loudly chuckled and said: “Not your ass, your back I mean. Oh they’d disbar me for sure on that one” Willie jokingly said. Chance smiled, still quiet, engrossed in Willie.
“You hurt anywhere back there? Legs? Roll over, let me see” says Willie.
“No spotlights on you now, but you look fairly good there, except for a few little spots here and there, around the shoulder area. You must have slid down on your side mostly.” Chance nodded and shrugged his shoulders the best he could, laying on his stomach, still quiet, under the spell of the attending physician.
“Hold on a sec” Willie then says. Willie reaches in his magical bag and pulls out an aerosol can, pops the cap off, and sprays a light spray on the few minor abrasions he can see under the dim lighting, still kneeling over Chance.
“There”, Willie says after completing the spraying.
“Gah, disbarred for sure!” Willie chuckled again, smiling then says
“Roll back over, need to spray the front side now, those spots still need spraying, sheeze. How do doctors remember all this shit in the E.R.?”
Since unlocking the kitchen door Chance had remained silent under Willie’s spell. Willie, the witchdoctor, but Chance did finally laugh out loud at Willie then and Chance finally spoke, he said:
“E.R.” and looked around the pool house as he quickly flipped over. Willie wasn’t glancing at the pool house, It was impossible for Willie to NOT notice Chance’s flopping penis as he flipped over. Even a blind person would notice. Willie’s eyes naturally were drawn to the flopping motion like any person would. Flopping penis, shoes dropping inside a bathroom stall, even just a shadowy figure one sees from the corner of one’s eye, the vision is drawn to the unexpected. Willie noticed the flopping cock, and a millisecond second later, Chance noticed Willie noticing. There eyes met,Willie blushed. As dim as the lights were, no way could Chance not miss the flush on Willie's sweet face.
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Haha I actually just moved out of PA a couple of months ago but no I considered bum fuck to be somewhere outside of Altoona.
The Hunger, Chapter 10: Abracadabra
Ok you caught me, guilty as charged, said Willie. He pauses, and raises just the inside parts of his eyebrows over his glasses and says: Its just that your anaconda caught me off guard. You outta give a guy a warning. Has it ever slowed traffic? Its as big as a speed bump! Chance bursts out laughing, deep down hard laughing. He winces from the pain at the gash.
Jesus, dont pull your stitches out, careful guy. , Let me get back to business he then says Ok now try to lie still. Listen to what the doctor tells you. Willie continues spraying the aerosol can on Chances front side.
If youre real good, after Im done here I may give you a dog biscuit! Willie smirks.
What, no lollipop? Retorts Chance.
Well, I AM a doctor so I AM an expert he jokingly giggles, And the expert deduces you have your own lollipop right there and Willie gives Chances groin a quick burst of the aerosol. The cooling spray thru the nonresistant fabric hits Chances penis with chilling force, startling Chance. Instinctively Chance reaches down with both hands cupping his front and letting out a low grunt, like someone kicked him in the nuts, he winces again in pain from the stitches, the new chums laugh uncontrollably now, Chance wincing and wincing.
Its so big; I bet it gives you a sugar rush! Willie tries to say, in-between his laughter.
Stop it, your killing me screams Chance.
Thats a killer definitely! Willie motions with the spray can, the laughter continues on, Willie buckles over laughing, his head bumps into the stitches, and Chance winces one more time, holy shit, more laughter.
FINALLY, the laughter subsides. Instead of going around on the far side of Chance to do the final touch up spraying, Willie stands and leans over Chance while completing the repair job. Meanwhile Chance thinks about taking a peek at Willies cut-offs, like he did at Bill Johnsons that one time, then changes his mind, thinking: Ok, you pervert.
Ok, all done! declares Willie, as he pretends to give Chance a punch in the nuts, pulling back at the last second as Chance instinctively reaches for his balls wincing in gleeful pain Chance smiles one more time. Willie starts loading up his vet supplies he had taken out, he finishes, and grabs the empty glass from Chances hand one final time, refilling it the same way, that final time. He fixes himself a drink too, and then he scoots one of the chaise chairs over closer to Chance, still lying flat. He walks over behind Chances lounge, and bumps it up a couple of clicks so Chance is now half reclining, like a person in a sickbed in the middle of the day. Willie, trying now to be serious, but still smirking, sits down in his chair, takes a gulp and says; Seriously now, in all honesty, does that thing ever get you in real big trouble? first pointing at Chances motionless penis, drink placed on the floor then hands together in clutching fashion, elbows on knees, knees spread nut-sack comfortably apart. Chance peeks up Willies cutoffs now, Willie totally unaware. Chance spies nothing but ball sack.
At least he got those he says to himself.
Reason Im asking, I was clocking out earlier today, after you stopped at my counter. I overheard Charlene and Lynette talking about you. I think your cock is in danger when it comes to those two. I wont repeat what they were saying, except to say that when theyd be finished with you, theyd both have full tummies. Willie sighed, Chance stifled a smile.
Oh, totally sorry dude, thats your territory too. You have the hots for Charlene and Lynette, they both seem nice, Chance replied.
Well I do have a thing for Charlene, but nothing serious happening yet. Its hard for a guy like me to find a girl my size, let alone tower over, like you can, you bastard, he said smilingly.
Well take it to the next step; ask her out,,, out,,, where does one go when one goes out around here anyways?
Oh there are places nearby Willie says. Willie chooses his words carefully and says: I think theres someone else anyways.
Bummer says Chance. Uh-oh, I must be feeling better, Mr. Happy is waking up! Chance comfortably motions to his now growing crotch. The penis begins to swell up, it moves, uncoiling, like a skinny balloon now being filled with water.
Theres no stopping it, theres just no stopping it now. You should have seen it yesterday at a roadside rest, a very sticky situation. Chance ends.
Willie points at the growing penis with his upturned palm and says:
One of the mysteries of science! Where does a man store that much blood in him to form a gargantuan like that? My god, its huge Willie overdramatizes, but he leans in for a close up look.
Simply amazing. Amazing. Says Willie, as it now pops beyond the elastic waistband. Willie pretends now to be startled, he moves his hand in, closer, and then quickly back, as if he got too close to the flame.
Oh go on, you can touch it, its not going to bite Chance jokingly says, then in serious tone Seriously, you can touch it. I wont get mad. He then thinks of Stan Getty.
Willie nervously steers his arm forward, slowly his hand gets closer. Chance slides his shorts down at his thighs, confortably giving Willie the full monty.
Does it do tricks Willie kiddingly asks.
Chance chuckles thru his nose. A few, he says.
Willie now rests his hand on the big penis, palm down.
IT looks like youre giving it your blessing! says Chance.
Willie half smiles, concentrating on the monster. First cock I ever touched, except for my own of course Willie now says with his hand going in a jack off motion. Moving the erect penis side to side, studying it. Feeling it in his grip now, slowly moving it away from Chances body.
Oh careful there Chance says.
Ya, ya, ya, Willie mockingly now says. Like I dont know how one of these works. This aint my first time at the fair he now says rhetorically. I do have one of my own you know. Chance couldnt help himself; he HAD to now glance at Willie, at his crotch. At his big bulge, growing, swelling, Jesus Willie, Chance says. Whered you get that? he said of Willies cock now hanging down below his cut-offs.
Oh, it does cum out once in a while, it too is on automatic pilot!
Dude, youre packin! exclaims Willie. One of the mysteries of science! Where does a man store that much blood in him? seriously mocking Willie from before.
You are one of the privileged few to see it. In fact you are the ONLY privileged to see it. Not even my mom. The two both look at each other and say: Ewwwwww. They both then quickly giggle.
Seriously though? Chance now replies. Its a fine specimen, whats up with that?
Willie drops his cutoffs now. Hes still wearing his sockless athletic running shoes. He reaches into his magic bag one last time and pulls out a medium sized plastic sized grocery bag, filled with something Chance cant determine in the dim lighting, Its double bagged, and Willie places it on a far chair, the lights were still dim after the surgery. Chance hadnt left his hospital bed the entire time.
Give me a moment, let me get rid of this boner now, let me get my mind off of cock. Willie gathers up the two drinking glasses and places them down inside the sink. He then Closes up his magic bag and sets it out by the pool, on the cart there. The cart where he first placed it, when Chance: almost in terror, looked out the kitchen window at Willie. A lifetime ago. Through the course of the evening they both became friends. Chance never took his gaze off Willie that entire evening. Chance was becoming soft again. Willie was standing there, still at the cart, facing away from Chance. Like expecting the switch from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde Chance kept watching. Still in his lounge chair, cock now within the black shorts once again. Willie then turns and begins his speech, like he was addressing a symposium.
Ladies and gentlemen, what you are about to see is truly one of the mysteries of science. How can a shrimpy geek survive all these years within the four walls of any high school? Answer: by evolution. Let me explain. Then Willie turns and walks towards Chance, he passes thru the curtains the same way Chance did earlier that day. Hands like a diver, spreading the curtains like doing the breast stroke, he stops at Chance. With his eyes on Willies face during the recitation Chance now glances down to Willies groin area.
Whered your dick go to Willie? Chance said inquisitively. Willie moved out into better dim light.
Wow said Chance, now looking at a tiny penis, a little zucchini with a flower blossom foreskin.
Mother nature had been very good to me, continued Willie. Ive no complaints. Imagine being in a backwoods high school, filled with jocks, and youre the tiny dude with the super brain and a super dick. Youd be dead within a week. Fortunately to them I look like what you're seeing now. I was able to survive those four years.
Chance was puzzled. You had surgery then?
Willie replied: Noooo, just lucky, evolution, Mother Nature, call it what you like. Bad thing was I couldnt let it be known I can look like what you saw. So no girlfriends, naturally. It was hard going thru high school without showing that hard on. I jerked off a lot, a whole lot.
Chance then said:Sheeze, I bet it was hard not to be hard. They both smiled at how Chance said that. Chance now sat on the edge of his lounge chair, studying the penis.
So things are ok now, right? School is over with. You made it! Go ask out Charlene
Cant say Willie.
Why not? Replied Chance.
Shes being groomed too. Not sure, but pretty sure. I hadnt been real sure about anything lately except those Getty boys are crazy. Leroy too. Hes a Getty. Their cousin Leroy Getty.
Groomed? What you mean groomed, and by who? What the heck you talking about Willie.
Im up to my neck deep in it. My name isnt even Willie. That name tag was designed to keep me down, submissive, a reminder that I'm just a little shit. Wee Willie Winkie, was what they called me. The jocks. Started in the locker room. Get it? My little cock. My wee willie. Lots of folks started calling me that cause thats what the jocks called me. All thru high school. MY owner knows I hate the name, thats why Im still known by it, Like that name tag I wear. My parents dont even have a clue of what went on in that school. What was I to do, how was I to survive cept to go along with it all
Wait, what? Youre OWNER? Chance then said.
Willie moved his cock in a foot away from Chances face. Willie then turned.
My owner: Charles Cole there was a large C.C. tattooed on the ass cheek of Willie.
Willie then stepped back into his cutoffs, walked over to the mysterious grocery bag, and tossed it at Chance. It didnt have a pleasant smell. Chance looked inside, it was his cum stained sweaty rolled up clothing from the rest stop he had tossed under the tonneau cover.
With Leroys compliments Willie said.
Ok you caught me, guilty as charged, said Willie. He pauses, and raises just the inside parts of his eyebrows over his glasses and says: Its just that your anaconda caught me off guard. You outta give a guy a warning. Has it ever slowed traffic? Its as big as a speed bump! Chance bursts out laughing, deep down hard laughing. He winces from the pain at the gash.
Jesus, dont pull your stitches out, careful guy. , Let me get back to business he then says Ok now try to lie still. Listen to what the doctor tells you. Willie continues spraying the aerosol can on Chances front side.
If youre real good, after Im done here I may give you a dog biscuit! Willie smirks.
What, no lollipop? Retorts Chance.
Well, I AM a doctor so I AM an expert he jokingly giggles, And the expert deduces you have your own lollipop right there and Willie gives Chances groin a quick burst of the aerosol. The cooling spray thru the nonresistant fabric hits Chances penis with chilling force, startling Chance. Instinctively Chance reaches down with both hands cupping his front and letting out a low grunt, like someone kicked him in the nuts, he winces again in pain from the stitches, the new chums laugh uncontrollably now, Chance wincing and wincing.
Its so big; I bet it gives you a sugar rush! Willie tries to say, in-between his laughter.
Stop it, your killing me screams Chance.
Thats a killer definitely! Willie motions with the spray can, the laughter continues on, Willie buckles over laughing, his head bumps into the stitches, and Chance winces one more time, holy shit, more laughter.
FINALLY, the laughter subsides. Instead of going around on the far side of Chance to do the final touch up spraying, Willie stands and leans over Chance while completing the repair job. Meanwhile Chance thinks about taking a peek at Willies cut-offs, like he did at Bill Johnsons that one time, then changes his mind, thinking: Ok, you pervert.
Ok, all done! declares Willie, as he pretends to give Chance a punch in the nuts, pulling back at the last second as Chance instinctively reaches for his balls wincing in gleeful pain Chance smiles one more time. Willie starts loading up his vet supplies he had taken out, he finishes, and grabs the empty glass from Chances hand one final time, refilling it the same way, that final time. He fixes himself a drink too, and then he scoots one of the chaise chairs over closer to Chance, still lying flat. He walks over behind Chances lounge, and bumps it up a couple of clicks so Chance is now half reclining, like a person in a sickbed in the middle of the day. Willie, trying now to be serious, but still smirking, sits down in his chair, takes a gulp and says; Seriously now, in all honesty, does that thing ever get you in real big trouble? first pointing at Chances motionless penis, drink placed on the floor then hands together in clutching fashion, elbows on knees, knees spread nut-sack comfortably apart. Chance peeks up Willies cutoffs now, Willie totally unaware. Chance spies nothing but ball sack.
At least he got those he says to himself.
Reason Im asking, I was clocking out earlier today, after you stopped at my counter. I overheard Charlene and Lynette talking about you. I think your cock is in danger when it comes to those two. I wont repeat what they were saying, except to say that when theyd be finished with you, theyd both have full tummies. Willie sighed, Chance stifled a smile.
Oh, totally sorry dude, thats your territory too. You have the hots for Charlene and Lynette, they both seem nice, Chance replied.
Well I do have a thing for Charlene, but nothing serious happening yet. Its hard for a guy like me to find a girl my size, let alone tower over, like you can, you bastard, he said smilingly.
Well take it to the next step; ask her out,,, out,,, where does one go when one goes out around here anyways?
Oh there are places nearby Willie says. Willie chooses his words carefully and says: I think theres someone else anyways.
Bummer says Chance. Uh-oh, I must be feeling better, Mr. Happy is waking up! Chance comfortably motions to his now growing crotch. The penis begins to swell up, it moves, uncoiling, like a skinny balloon now being filled with water.
Theres no stopping it, theres just no stopping it now. You should have seen it yesterday at a roadside rest, a very sticky situation. Chance ends.
Willie points at the growing penis with his upturned palm and says:
One of the mysteries of science! Where does a man store that much blood in him to form a gargantuan like that? My god, its huge Willie overdramatizes, but he leans in for a close up look.
Simply amazing. Amazing. Says Willie, as it now pops beyond the elastic waistband. Willie pretends now to be startled, he moves his hand in, closer, and then quickly back, as if he got too close to the flame.
Oh go on, you can touch it, its not going to bite Chance jokingly says, then in serious tone Seriously, you can touch it. I wont get mad. He then thinks of Stan Getty.
Willie nervously steers his arm forward, slowly his hand gets closer. Chance slides his shorts down at his thighs, confortably giving Willie the full monty.
Does it do tricks Willie kiddingly asks.
Chance chuckles thru his nose. A few, he says.
Willie now rests his hand on the big penis, palm down.
IT looks like youre giving it your blessing! says Chance.
Willie half smiles, concentrating on the monster. First cock I ever touched, except for my own of course Willie now says with his hand going in a jack off motion. Moving the erect penis side to side, studying it. Feeling it in his grip now, slowly moving it away from Chances body.
Oh careful there Chance says.
Ya, ya, ya, Willie mockingly now says. Like I dont know how one of these works. This aint my first time at the fair he now says rhetorically. I do have one of my own you know. Chance couldnt help himself; he HAD to now glance at Willie, at his crotch. At his big bulge, growing, swelling, Jesus Willie, Chance says. Whered you get that? he said of Willies cock now hanging down below his cut-offs.
Oh, it does cum out once in a while, it too is on automatic pilot!
Dude, youre packin! exclaims Willie. One of the mysteries of science! Where does a man store that much blood in him? seriously mocking Willie from before.
You are one of the privileged few to see it. In fact you are the ONLY privileged to see it. Not even my mom. The two both look at each other and say: Ewwwwww. They both then quickly giggle.
Seriously though? Chance now replies. Its a fine specimen, whats up with that?
Willie drops his cutoffs now. Hes still wearing his sockless athletic running shoes. He reaches into his magic bag one last time and pulls out a medium sized plastic sized grocery bag, filled with something Chance cant determine in the dim lighting, Its double bagged, and Willie places it on a far chair, the lights were still dim after the surgery. Chance hadnt left his hospital bed the entire time.
Give me a moment, let me get rid of this boner now, let me get my mind off of cock. Willie gathers up the two drinking glasses and places them down inside the sink. He then Closes up his magic bag and sets it out by the pool, on the cart there. The cart where he first placed it, when Chance: almost in terror, looked out the kitchen window at Willie. A lifetime ago. Through the course of the evening they both became friends. Chance never took his gaze off Willie that entire evening. Chance was becoming soft again. Willie was standing there, still at the cart, facing away from Chance. Like expecting the switch from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde Chance kept watching. Still in his lounge chair, cock now within the black shorts once again. Willie then turns and begins his speech, like he was addressing a symposium.
Ladies and gentlemen, what you are about to see is truly one of the mysteries of science. How can a shrimpy geek survive all these years within the four walls of any high school? Answer: by evolution. Let me explain. Then Willie turns and walks towards Chance, he passes thru the curtains the same way Chance did earlier that day. Hands like a diver, spreading the curtains like doing the breast stroke, he stops at Chance. With his eyes on Willies face during the recitation Chance now glances down to Willies groin area.
Whered your dick go to Willie? Chance said inquisitively. Willie moved out into better dim light.
Wow said Chance, now looking at a tiny penis, a little zucchini with a flower blossom foreskin.
Mother nature had been very good to me, continued Willie. Ive no complaints. Imagine being in a backwoods high school, filled with jocks, and youre the tiny dude with the super brain and a super dick. Youd be dead within a week. Fortunately to them I look like what you're seeing now. I was able to survive those four years.
Chance was puzzled. You had surgery then?
Willie replied: Noooo, just lucky, evolution, Mother Nature, call it what you like. Bad thing was I couldnt let it be known I can look like what you saw. So no girlfriends, naturally. It was hard going thru high school without showing that hard on. I jerked off a lot, a whole lot.
Chance then said:Sheeze, I bet it was hard not to be hard. They both smiled at how Chance said that. Chance now sat on the edge of his lounge chair, studying the penis.
So things are ok now, right? School is over with. You made it! Go ask out Charlene
Cant say Willie.
Why not? Replied Chance.
Shes being groomed too. Not sure, but pretty sure. I hadnt been real sure about anything lately except those Getty boys are crazy. Leroy too. Hes a Getty. Their cousin Leroy Getty.
Groomed? What you mean groomed, and by who? What the heck you talking about Willie.
Im up to my neck deep in it. My name isnt even Willie. That name tag was designed to keep me down, submissive, a reminder that I'm just a little shit. Wee Willie Winkie, was what they called me. The jocks. Started in the locker room. Get it? My little cock. My wee willie. Lots of folks started calling me that cause thats what the jocks called me. All thru high school. MY owner knows I hate the name, thats why Im still known by it, Like that name tag I wear. My parents dont even have a clue of what went on in that school. What was I to do, how was I to survive cept to go along with it all
Wait, what? Youre OWNER? Chance then said.
Willie moved his cock in a foot away from Chances face. Willie then turned.
My owner: Charles Cole there was a large C.C. tattooed on the ass cheek of Willie.
Willie then stepped back into his cutoffs, walked over to the mysterious grocery bag, and tossed it at Chance. It didnt have a pleasant smell. Chance looked inside, it was his cum stained sweaty rolled up clothing from the rest stop he had tossed under the tonneau cover.
With Leroys compliments Willie said.
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Alright, I need help. I wish to know from you all, if there's any favorite chapter here and why. Also, tell me, in your opinion what's missing so far. Any dissapointments ? I have to give it deep thought now how the storyline will go, and the weaving of characters. I do have a general plan.
My goal is to make it as enjoyable as my creative capabilities can churn out. Your honest imput is important. The next chapter can be as soon as 18 hours from now, with your imput. A privite message is welcomed too.
Thank you,
Adequate
My goal is to make it as enjoyable as my creative capabilities can churn out. Your honest imput is important. The next chapter can be as soon as 18 hours from now, with your imput. A privite message is welcomed too.
Thank you,
Adequate
Excellent story. Love the complexity of the characters and the subterfuge going on with Charles Cole. (The tattoo is clever.) Can't wait to hear the next installment.
Am still thinking of how I"m going to handle the next chapter, thank you if you're here checking back on progression. I hope to have something before today's end.. 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBZY6urezxQ
Sheeze feeling horny right now, enjoy the musical interlude as I pound one off.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBZY6urezxQ
Sheeze feeling horny right now, enjoy the musical interlude as I pound one off.
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Chapter 11 The Hunger: Moonlight Serenade
Chances stomach turned sour as he sat in the lounge chair now imagining the Getty boys messing with his smelly clothes that he was now holding away from his nose.
I dont even want to think about what Leroy or those other Gettys were doing with my clothes here. They dont look in the same condition as I remember last seeing them, the sick fuckers. Chance then said.
There was a short awkward moment, then he got up, now feeling grateful for Willie.
And I especially dont want to think about what would have happened if you hadnt come along back then, you probably saved my life, my honor at least, Willie. Uh, wait, Willie isnt really your real name. What is it, or is it some sort of secret? Chance said.
It took Willie less than three seconds to cover the bag-toss distance separating him from Chance. Smiling as brightly as the Cheshire cat, with medicine bag in left hand, Willie comfortably swaggered to Chance and held out his right hand.
John, John Crawford. Nice to meet you, Mr. Cole. Chance is it?
Chance smiled, Yes, Chance Cole. Happy to meet YOU! he said, as if he was taking etiquette lessons and wasnt sure if this is how its done. Chance did a fast exhale thru is nose as he briskly shook Johns hand as if pleased he was doing the introduction correctly. Chance felt as if he learned a huge secret, like Supermans true identity when he was introduced to his savior right then.
Fully at ease, Chance then noticed his pangs of hunger.
Lets go inside, Im famished, Chance said. John nodded. With no other word spoken, the two best-of-friends entered the house, leaving the bagged sticky mess out on the chair.
John immediately walked up to the wall phone and picked it up and started punching in some numbers, looked at Chance and said
Local call. Chance smiled and nodded as he then turned to inspect the contents of the side-by-sides freezer, and grabbed a large bag of frozen mixed vegetables. He began preparing them microwave style intensely listening to Johns phone conversation.
Hi mom, just letting you know I stopped off at C.C.s place for a spell. met his nephew earlier and now in for a visit. (a pause as John listened to his mother) Yea, right, theyre in Memphis, not sure when theyre coming back. Nah, I thing Im going to have something here. I understand his nephew is a great cook John turned, covered the phones mouthpiece as the two looked at each other and chuckled as the microwave beeped, signaling the time was up .Not sure when, but leave the door locked in case its late. O.k. bye.
Chance then said My turn to serve the drinks as he then poured two glasses of chilled ice tea,
Really nice place here. Awesome actually. I understand it took just a short spell to build. Crazy when you think of it, less than a year from start to finish I hear. Your Uncle and the Getty clan and some other hired hands did it. A crew out of state that was owned by a friend of a friend or business connection or something, I dunno, I was real young then, just moved into town actually. Your Aunt Jenny stayed in Memphis the whole time it was being built. Your Uncle going to visit her on occasion Im told. John then made a motion with his hands, Putting his index finger inside the loop formation of thumb and forefinger of the other hand, doing an in-and-out motion. Chance spit out his vegetables, laughing, thinking:
God does this guy know how funny he is? Chance was feeling privileged HE knew how funny.
John continued on: yeah, trucks rolled in, day and night for a few months with building supplies, and then the house was finished. The pool and pool house was phase two, that was just finished last summer, your Aunt back in Memphis for that one too John and Chance dropped their eating utensils in unison, BOTH did the hand gesture then, smiling at each other, snickering. Chance wincing in pain from the stitches being tugged.
Mr. Davis, down at the store was pissed that C.C. got all the shit trucked in. He didnt make anything out of the construction over all those years.
The meal was finished, the two put their eating supplies in the dishwasher and John then said
Damn I stink, so uncomfortable: jumpsuits in the summer up here.
Chances mind was whirling then, thinking of Leroy, the business John on the motorcycle. John knew Chance was going to ask him something about that. John then said:
Tell you later. Hey Im going to step out by the pool house, I seen a shower head out there, Im going to wash off this stink before I puke. Ill just use one of those bar towels, if thats ok. Dont need much for this little body. Chance knew John was under exaggerating. Johns body was small but tight.
O.K. Chance said. Actually I could use a shower too, come to think of it. My pits are ripe. Ill use this one while youre out there
Hold on then. John said as he one more time reached in his bag. He pulled out a funny looking bandage, opened it up and covered Chances stitches with it.
You dont need to get that wet right now. This will protect those fresh stitches. Dont rub those other places too hard either, you may not notice, but theyre tender, Im sure. Chance nodded.
As if choreographed, the two chums turned and walked to their respective shower heads and took care of the cleansing, John, with his hand on the kitchen doorknob turned and said:
"Just pat yourself dry, no rubbing with the towel." Chance nodded.
Chances stomach turned sour as he sat in the lounge chair now imagining the Getty boys messing with his smelly clothes that he was now holding away from his nose.
I dont even want to think about what Leroy or those other Gettys were doing with my clothes here. They dont look in the same condition as I remember last seeing them, the sick fuckers. Chance then said.
There was a short awkward moment, then he got up, now feeling grateful for Willie.
And I especially dont want to think about what would have happened if you hadnt come along back then, you probably saved my life, my honor at least, Willie. Uh, wait, Willie isnt really your real name. What is it, or is it some sort of secret? Chance said.
It took Willie less than three seconds to cover the bag-toss distance separating him from Chance. Smiling as brightly as the Cheshire cat, with medicine bag in left hand, Willie comfortably swaggered to Chance and held out his right hand.
John, John Crawford. Nice to meet you, Mr. Cole. Chance is it?
Chance smiled, Yes, Chance Cole. Happy to meet YOU! he said, as if he was taking etiquette lessons and wasnt sure if this is how its done. Chance did a fast exhale thru is nose as he briskly shook Johns hand as if pleased he was doing the introduction correctly. Chance felt as if he learned a huge secret, like Supermans true identity when he was introduced to his savior right then.
Fully at ease, Chance then noticed his pangs of hunger.
Lets go inside, Im famished, Chance said. John nodded. With no other word spoken, the two best-of-friends entered the house, leaving the bagged sticky mess out on the chair.
John immediately walked up to the wall phone and picked it up and started punching in some numbers, looked at Chance and said
Local call. Chance smiled and nodded as he then turned to inspect the contents of the side-by-sides freezer, and grabbed a large bag of frozen mixed vegetables. He began preparing them microwave style intensely listening to Johns phone conversation.
Hi mom, just letting you know I stopped off at C.C.s place for a spell. met his nephew earlier and now in for a visit. (a pause as John listened to his mother) Yea, right, theyre in Memphis, not sure when theyre coming back. Nah, I thing Im going to have something here. I understand his nephew is a great cook John turned, covered the phones mouthpiece as the two looked at each other and chuckled as the microwave beeped, signaling the time was up .Not sure when, but leave the door locked in case its late. O.k. bye.
Chance then said My turn to serve the drinks as he then poured two glasses of chilled ice tea,
Really nice place here. Awesome actually. I understand it took just a short spell to build. Crazy when you think of it, less than a year from start to finish I hear. Your Uncle and the Getty clan and some other hired hands did it. A crew out of state that was owned by a friend of a friend or business connection or something, I dunno, I was real young then, just moved into town actually. Your Aunt Jenny stayed in Memphis the whole time it was being built. Your Uncle going to visit her on occasion Im told. John then made a motion with his hands, Putting his index finger inside the loop formation of thumb and forefinger of the other hand, doing an in-and-out motion. Chance spit out his vegetables, laughing, thinking:
God does this guy know how funny he is? Chance was feeling privileged HE knew how funny.
John continued on: yeah, trucks rolled in, day and night for a few months with building supplies, and then the house was finished. The pool and pool house was phase two, that was just finished last summer, your Aunt back in Memphis for that one too John and Chance dropped their eating utensils in unison, BOTH did the hand gesture then, smiling at each other, snickering. Chance wincing in pain from the stitches being tugged.
Mr. Davis, down at the store was pissed that C.C. got all the shit trucked in. He didnt make anything out of the construction over all those years.
The meal was finished, the two put their eating supplies in the dishwasher and John then said
Damn I stink, so uncomfortable: jumpsuits in the summer up here.
Chances mind was whirling then, thinking of Leroy, the business John on the motorcycle. John knew Chance was going to ask him something about that. John then said:
Tell you later. Hey Im going to step out by the pool house, I seen a shower head out there, Im going to wash off this stink before I puke. Ill just use one of those bar towels, if thats ok. Dont need much for this little body. Chance knew John was under exaggerating. Johns body was small but tight.
O.K. Chance said. Actually I could use a shower too, come to think of it. My pits are ripe. Ill use this one while youre out there
Hold on then. John said as he one more time reached in his bag. He pulled out a funny looking bandage, opened it up and covered Chances stitches with it.
You dont need to get that wet right now. This will protect those fresh stitches. Dont rub those other places too hard either, you may not notice, but theyre tender, Im sure. Chance nodded.
As if choreographed, the two chums turned and walked to their respective shower heads and took care of the cleansing, John, with his hand on the kitchen doorknob turned and said:
"Just pat yourself dry, no rubbing with the towel." Chance nodded.
