Date: Wed, 18 Feb 2015 20:31:00 -0800
From: Sellar Dhor <sellardhor@gmail.com>
Subject: Evil is a Man: Blood In Blood Out chapter 5
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DECEMBER 21st
"Jakey!"
It was morning. I was yawning as I got up, feeling like I hadn't
slept much at all the previous night. I went in to find Syd on his back,
naked, just like I left him. He looked just as dazed as the night before.
"Yeah Syd?"
"I need to piss somethin' fierce," he said.
"I'll help you to the bathroom again," I said.
"I can't move, Jakey. So unless you can carry me yourself, could ya
bring an empty bottle or somethin' and help me?
"Sure," I said, going to the kitchen. I had started making a beer
bottle collection for recycling, because Syd drank so many, but never
recycled before. I found one of those and went back into his room.
His eyes were shut again when I went in there. Unable not to check
out his hot, naked body, I carefully lifted up his penis head with my right
hand while lining the bottle up with my left hand.
Hmm. His dickhead didn't even begin to fit through the bottle. I
needed something much bigger.
I went back to the kitchen and picked out a washed out mayonnaise
jar. I brought that to his penis, and the head finally slid in. I held
the jar in one hand while I held his penis in the other. Now where was
that "on" button?
"Syd, you can go now," I said.
"Mmm?"
"You can piss now!"
"Oh." I could feel the urine moving through his dick stalk, then it
sprayed out of his dick hole, quickly filling up the cup with hot liquid.
He peed so much, I was worried for a second it would overflow. But
he finally stopped. I shook off his dickhead, then walked the jar into the
bathroom and flushed the liquid down the toilet. Then I washed my hands
thoroughly.
"Syd, do you want anything for breakfast?" I asked him. "Syd?" But
there was no response, he just lay there wheezing.
So, I spent the day using all the new cleaning supplies I had bought
the day before, going through Syd's place with a fine tooth comb. Well,
except for his room. I didn't want to disturb him.
Syd was so out of it, he hadn't asked for a single thing after the
peeing was over. It was a lot easier to take care of him, but it was so
unlike him, I was really starting to worry. Of course I checked on him all
the time.
That evening, he looked somehow sweatier than ever. The pitiable
guy was just pouring out perspiration. I felt his forehead. Hotter than
ever! I took his temperature, and he was almost up to 103. No wonder he
was hot! He was even mumbling incoherent stuff, sleep-mumbling. I put the
fan on, hoping that would help, and then I hopped in the shower.
When I got out, I came through his room with a towel around my
waist. I noticed that he had pulled his blanket over his body. He seemed
to be in a cold sweat, but I knew you weren't supposed to warm yourself up
under those circumstances. No, that would not do. I walked over to him
and tried to pull the blanket off.
He was holding onto it like it was his most prized possession, he
would not let it go. "Syd, you're too hot for that security blanket."
He made no response. Clearly he was totally out of it.
I would not lose this battle. I put my knees on his bed and pulled
the covers with both my hands. He responded by wrapping his beefy arms
around the blanket, flexing his power as he held on.
I was unable to undo his arms, they were just too strong. But
instead, I held the lower portion of the blanket and yanked down on it
suddenly. The blanket pulled out from under his arm, uncovering his torso
and crotch.
"I win!" I said, holding the blanket up in my arms as he
unconsciously grabbed for it.. I held it above my head to make sure his
arms would be unable to retake it. I threw it on the ground. "Ha."
I didn't ever expect he would grab onto me instead. He wrapped his
hot, sweaty arms around my torso and pulled me on top of him. He seemed to
think I was his blanket. Eew, I suddenly had his whole front touching my
whole front. While normally I would have had liked nothing more than to be
pressed against this hunky guy, my nipples scraping against his chest hair,
our abs pressed together, and the only thing separating my dick from his
being a thin towel. But this time, he was soaked in germ-infested sweat
and Vaporub. It grossed me out.
I tried to get up, but he had those strong arms around my back. So,
I struggled hard against those arms, turning my body 180 degrees and trying
to break free. Facing up, my back against his front, I used my hands to
wrestle his arms loose.
Right when I was making the most progress, he wrapped his huge legs
around mine, pinning my legs down using his ankles. I pushed and shoved
and flexed all my muscles trying to get free, inadvertently knocking off my
towel. He responded by flexing those muscled thighs and calves, locking me
into place against him. Crap, how could he be so strong when he was so
sick?
My muscles were exhausted, so I gave up the fight for the moment.
When my body went limp, he pulled me on top of him, pressing every inch of
my skin onto his, using me as a human blanket. I could feel all of his wet
chest hairs pressing against my upper back, those wet abs soaking my lower
back, his meaty arms soaking my chest. His hot armpits were against my
sides. The way he had his legs around mine was making even more physical
contact, my legs completely dripping because of it. I could feel his wet
bush squeeze against the top of my buttcrack, and his wet, soft penis and
balls sitting in my crack.
It was so, so disgusting it was making me feel sick. Every inch of
me was covered in his slime. I felt like no amount of washing would ever
get these germs off me. I would get sick for sure.
I guess it was that certainty that was somehow freeing. If I knew I
was getting sick, I didn't need to worry about getting sick anymore.
So, I let myself relax, letting myself be turned on by this
incredible sexy situation I had stumbled into. I started to get hard,
which I knew he would not be able to see. I took notice that when Syd
sweated, he definitely had a manly scent to him, but he never had an
overwhelming BO smell. His smell was masculine and sexy without ever being
rank, and I found that enticing. He didn't move for at least an hour. I
still hadn't been able to get free. Instead, I let his rhythmic snoring
lull me to sleep. I was so exhausted as it was, it was no tall order.
*****
Sometime in the night, something woke me up, and at first I was
confused about where I was; it certainly wasn't usual for me to sleep in
Syd's bed. Then I groggily remembered my predicament, still feeling his
burning hot, wet body against mine. Our position had not changed; I was
still lying naked on top of him, facing upwards.
But something had changed, and that's why I had awoken. The first
thing I noticed was that there was something hard poking into my lower
back. Then I felt a giant, iron-hard rod pressed all along the crease of
my buttcrack, forcing my buttcheeks wide open.
Holy crap! My own dick instantly firmed up. Was Syd just hard in
his sleep, or was he consciously coming onto me? If it was the latter, I
decided to show no sign of being awake to see how far he would take this.
After a few moments of stillness, I figured it was just him getting hard in
his sleep. It was very hot, but I was a bit disappointed, and I tried to
go back to sleep.
Then I started to feel movement. Syd slowly moved his body down,
his rock hard dick sliding down slowly as his did. Was he just moving in
his sleep?
I could feel his huge head, slimy with sweat, enter the top of my
crack as he kept pulling down. It moved tortuously slow, but finally
arrived at my sensitive butthole. He rubbed his swollen head on my hole,
coating it with his hot sweat. Then, he kept pulling his penis down, away
from my hole.
When his head reached the lower end of my crack, I thought he was
going to pull it out and away from me. Instead, he stopped moving. Then,
he moved the other way, a little faster this time.
Once again, his huge dickhead played with my hole, sending shivers
through me. Then it kept moving up until it was poking my lower back, and
I could feel his balls pressed against my lower butt. Finally, he moved
back downwards.
I still had no proof that he was actually awake; he could have just
been moving a bit in his sleep. But his movements were speeding up,
turning into bona fide thrusts, moving up and down in my crack, which was
so well lubed from his sweat that his dick just flew through it with no
friction. Goodness, this felt so exciting, so right. And then I could
feel a new kind of lube: his hot, sticky precum was oozing out of him and
landing on my hole, making his heated thrusts that much easier.
Then his hands, which until that point had just been wrapped around
my upper body, now started rubbing my chest. They finally landed on my
nipples, and started to play with them, squeeze them.
I felt his hot lips on the back of my neck, kissing and licking me
there. Gosh, he turned me so, so hot.
Meanwhile he was humping my crack with speed and gusto, sending
ecstasy through my body.
I felt his hot breath on my ear, and then I felt him bite my earlobe
gently. He held onto me there as he continued to plow me.
Clearly he was awake, and that meant that my ultimate fantasy had
come true: Syd WAS attracted to me just as much as I was to him. How long
should I pretend to be asleep? Would he freak out if he knew I was awake?
Then he stopped moving under me, and I worried that he had changed
his mind. He grabbed me hard with his muscled arms and used them to force
my body up and down on top of him, his dick rubbing ups and down through my
crack just as fast. He tongued my ear. God, he was sending me to Heaven.
"Mmm, yeah," Syd purred, and that was enough, I started rubbing back
against him, letting him know that I was awake and I loved what he was
doing.
"Yeah Syd," I said,
"Mmm, Kelly."
What? Kelly? Kelly?! Did he really just call me the name of the
girl at the bar?
I wanted to look into his face. I tried to turn around, but he was
holding me so hard to him, still humping my crack. I pushed his arms up
enough for me to turn sideways, then looked into his eyes.
They were totally shut.
"Syd," I said, pushing him. No response. "Syd!" I said, slapping
him gently on his stubbly face.
"Mmm Kelly," he said.
Wow, he had been asleep this whole time. He was humping me in some
sort of sick sleep-daze, totally unaware. And it sounded like he was
dreaming of Kelly.
I felt angry, felt duped. He had never been attracted to me. That
was just a ridiculous fantasy on my part. It was so frustrating to be gay.
The only guy who had ever shown any real sexual interest in me was Viktor
the psychopath. I was angry at Syd and madly jealous of Kelly, though
logic told me that was ridiculous. Syd was just being himself, after all.
While the horny side of me wanted to stay put, the sane side of me
knew I had to leave this bed. I didn't want to be someone else's case of
mistaken identity. And what would Syd think if he actually did wake up
right now? He would freak out and possibly kick me out of the house.
I pushed away from his arms, wiggled away from his plowing dick, but
that made him more agitated. He twisted us both, picking up my body
effortlessly and forcing me facedown onto the mattress while he mounted me
from behind. I was totally caught under his weight.
I felt his huge sweaty penis press back into my crack, and he again
started to hump me there, not the least bit gently, as he grunted in his
sleep. He used his strong arms to hold my body hard against him as he
went, my face completely pushed into the headboard.
Hi right hand went to my forehead, pushing me back against him hard
with each one of his penis thrusts. He was moaning and grunting like
crazy, sweating all over me, his precum totally soaking my buttcrack. Then
he moved his right hand to my mouth, forcing his strong fingers past my
lips and into my mouth. With each of his wonderful thrusts, I could feel
his huge ballsack slap my tailbone.
Crap, the feeling was so incredible, and with my dick rubbing the
mattress beneath me with each of his powerful thrusts, I was close to
cumming.
No, no, I would not let this go on! With all my strength, I turned
sideways, until he was just humping the side of my hip. He didn't seem to
like that, however. He used his whole body to flip me onto my back
underneath him. I looked up into his face and saw his eyes were still
closed. God, he was such a sexual machine, to be doing this in his sleep.
He pushed my head back against the headboard, then grabbed my legs
forcing up, bent at the knees so that my butt was once again accessible to
him. He stuck his slimy dick back into my butt crack and started to hump
me, faster than ever. God, with each powerful thrust, he rubbed his sweaty
abs against my hard dick.
I tried to wiggle free, but he had me pinned against the headboard,
his right arm around my neck. He lowered his upper body onto mine,
scratching my nipples with his chest hair.
"Yes, Kelly, give me that pussy," he said, and again anger flashed
through me.
He started to grunt even more, and then pushed off the bed so that
he was in an upper push-up position. He used one hand to hold himself up,
while he used his other hand to hold me up onto his body. I made it easier
for him, wrapping my arms around his neck and ltching my legs around his
lower back, locking my ankles together. He pushed me against him until I
was totally off the bed and just hanging from his hard, flexed body.
He seemed to like that position exceptionally well, thrusting and
thrusting into my crack with gusto, pressing his forehead against the
headboard, his mouth hanging open in pleasure. Underneath him, my dick was
rubbing against his abs, and I realized we were both about to cum.
Suddenly, he coughed, a very sick, wheezy cough. Not just one
cough, but a coughing fit. He stopped thrusting.
Man, how I wanted to stay in that bed. But this was my first chance
to do what was right.
I used the coughing spell to move out from under him in that bed.
And I got out of the bed completely.
When he had finished coughing, he seemed a bit miffed as to where
Kelly had gone off to. He humped his sheets for a bit, then gave up on
that and just went to bed.
Exhausted, I walked back into the living room and went to sleep on
the couch.
*****
I woke up that night and had to pee. After that I checked on Syd,
sleeping in bed. I put my hand to his head. Hmm, hot. I took his
temperature, and was alarmed to see it had gone up over 103.
I had never seen anyone with a fever that high in my life. I
wondered if I should take him to the hospital. I decided I needed to put
him in cold water first to see if that would lower his fever.
Carrying him to the bathroom was extremely difficult. He was too
heavy for me to put over my shoulder, so I got a blanket and put it on the
ground next to his bed. Then I rolled him onto the blanket as gently as I
could. I pulled the blanket towards the bathroom, kicking used tissues out
of the way as I went.
The hardest part was getting him from the bathroom floor to the
shower floor, which required me actually lifting him for a short time while
as I made the transfer. Once he was in, I turned the cold water on,
pouring it over his unconscious body. He made no sign whatsoever of coming
to life.
He still felt hot me in a few minutes, so I grabbed some ice cubes
and put those on his hot skin. After a bit longer, I took his temperature
again, and was happy to see it had gone down a whole degree.
"Mmmm," he said, after he'd been lying on the floor for an hour.
"What in tarnation am I doin' on the floor, Jakey?"
This time he was coherent enough to be able to get up by himself,
towel off, and walk back to his bed with only some of my assistance. I
took his temperature and it was down to a 101. I declared my nursing
efforts a success and went to bed.
DECEMBER 22nd
The next morning he was almost back to his normal self, which meant
every few minutes he was calling me, asking me for something or another.
By the afternoon he was well enough to get up and take a shower and get
dressed.
"Aww, you cleaned up, Jakey," he said to me as he came out of the
bedroom for the first time. He still sounded stuffed up and a little
hoarse, but he looked totally better. "I don't even recognize the place.
Ya didn't have to do that."
"Someone had to do it," I said. "And it means I'll be a whole lot
more relaxed here now."
Syd squinted, noticing the potted plant for the first time. "What
is that?"
"Your new roommate," I answered.
"You got me a plant?" he asked, a bit perturbed.
"You don't have a single plant in your place."
"Look outside any window, partner. We're surrounded by plants! I
live in a fuckin' forest!"
"But you don't have anything that you take care of. Haven't you
ever had a pet?"
"Ain't no chance in hell," he said.
"You'd have tons of room for a dog to run around outside," I
said. "I think it would be good for you to be responsible for some other
living creature besides yourself."
"It might be good for me, but it would be bad for Fido. Poor thing
would be dead in a week. Somethin' like that you have to feed and take to
the vet on a regular basis. You have to be there every night. Who would
take care of the thing when I get drunk and bed some lady at her place,
huh? Besides, it ain't like you are Dr. Doolittle himself over there."
"Am I supposed to know who that is?"
"Christ, Jakey, why is it you're the first person to make me feel so
damn dated? What I meant was, it's not like you are a pet lover yourself."
"That's true," I said. "Though in my case, it's not because I have
a fear of responsibility. I dislike pets because they tend towards being
messy and simple-minded. Since those are traits you have in common with
them, I can't fathom why you've so far failed to adopt one."
"Do you want to be responsible for some sad-sack mutt having to
suffer through the most neglectful master of all time?"
"Okay, so that's why we're starting with a plant. It's not even a
flowering plant, because I know flowers aren't your thing. And it's small.
Just try to keep this guy alive."
"Alright, I'll do my best. Hey, I thought since I was feeling
better, I might go into the bar, earn some beans. And I was supposed to
meet a lady tonight."
"Oh, that's cool," I said, already feeling bummed. "I had some
stuff I wanted to do tonight too."
"Swell. So you won't be around the house this evening?"
"Nope, probably not."
"I'll be off then," he said, heading for the door. "Hey partner,
thanks again for helping me so much when I wasn't feeling up to snuff. I
know I can be a demanding dick sometimes when I'm sick."
I smiled knowingly. "Sometimes?"
He laughed charmingly, and it was impossible to be annoyed with the
guy for long. "I blacked out for a good period there. I hope I didn't do
anything to embarrass myself."
"Well, you snored a lot," I said, deciding he didn't need to know
every little detail about what he had done.
I spent the rest of the day doing all the things I hadn't gotten to
do because of Syd's illness: I worked out at the gym, read a lot of Ahmad's
books, and made a nice dinner for myself. In the evening, I headed out
shopping.
With Christmas just around the corner, and it seeming likely that
Ahmad would be joining us, I wanted to make sure that I got a gift for him.
I had to be certain that there was something for him to unwrap on his first
Christmas. Besides, the guy had nailed it with my gift, and I hadn't
reciprocated at all. I headed into town to a busy strip mall with a music
store. I bought him a Bob Marley boxset, one that I was sure he would
love, along with a poster of the guy.
When I was getting back into my car in the busy parking lot, I felt
someone tap me on the back. I pivoted around, and my stomach lurched when
I saw a familiar face, a face that I had to look up to; the face of the man
who had attacked me in the tree lot. His mood had not softened one bit
from that night, from the looks of it.
"I didn't expect to see you again in my town," he growled, pushing
his body so close to mine, I pulled myself as far back against the car as I
could, just to try to put some space between us.
Last time, Syd had saved the day. This time, I was alone. Worse,
he had a friend with him, a bearded white guy who wasn't quite as large as
his buddy.
"What do you want with me?" I asked him, summoning my courage.
"I want you to get the hell outta my town. Your kind doesn't belong
here. And if you can't do that, I want you to die."
Wow, I couldn't believe these guys were threatening to kill me. I
looked around; there were tons of people walking around. They weren't
looking at us at the moment, but the second any fight broke out, all eyes
would be on it.
I think they must have known this too.
"You leave me alone, or you'll end up in jail," I said as I turned
my back to them to open my car door and get inside.
They glared angrily as I started my car and drove off, trying to
keep my hands from shaking.
I drove directly to the police station and filed an additional
police report. This time, I was pretty darn sure that the threats were
racially motivated... what else could the "Your kind doesn't belong here,"
comment have meant?
After giving my statement at the police station, it was already late
evening by the time I pulled into Syd's driveway for the night. Syd's
truck was there; good, I needed to tell him what happened. Though I
noticed a strange car in the driveway as well, a minivan, and I wondered if
Syd had invited his date over.
I walked into the house, my angry incredulity still seething, and I
just needed someone to vent to.
I realized as soon as I looked around the empty main part of the
house that my venting would have to wait. As soon as I put down Ahmad's
Christmas gift, I heard Syd's voice, muffled through his closed bedroom
door. And then I heard a woman's voice in there as well, and it became
quite apparent that they weren't just talking.
"Yeah, you begged for it, now take my big cowboy cock like a champ."
"Oh, fuck me harder Syd!" Her voice sounded oddly familiar but I
couldn't place it.
Syd was grunting at a fast, rhythmic pace, and I guessed that he was
grunting with every one of his dick strokes, which meant he was going
incredibly fast. And she was responding with shrill shrieks of delight. I
couldn't believe that Syd was up to that kind of thing so soon after almost
dying from a high fever, but then again, Syd was always ready for sex.
"Yeah Kelly!" Syd shouted, and I realized exactly who he had in
there. It was the same girl from the bar, the young girl. I couldn't help
but feel jealous again.
Trying to distract myself from the noise, I grabbed some food out of
the kitchen and started to nosh. But soon, the voices became louder.
"Oh yeah, take it, take it!"
It was just too awkward to stay and listen to them, especially since
I'm sure they had no idea I had even come home, and would have never been
carrying on like they were if they had known. I needed to get away from
there and let them have their privacy, but it was too late to be heading
off into town by myself. Besides, I didn't feel entirely safe in the town
on my own anymore, not after that day's events.
I grabbed my phone and noticed I had a text from Ahmad asking me to
call him. So, I put on my jacket, grabbed my flashlight, and went outside
the front door.
I realized I could still hear the two of them even outside the
house, so I headed off into the woods a bit, out of sight of the house
until I couldn't hear them anymore. I pulled out my phone and dialed
Ahmad's number.
The phone rang a few times, and I figured he wasn't there and I'd
have to leave a message. Then, he answered. "Jacob!" he said. I could
hear the smile in his voice. "Just who I wanted to talk to."
"Hey Ahmad," I said. "What's up?"
"Well, I've been checking the Tahoe weather forecast for Christmas
like every hour since yesterday, hoping something will change. But it
hasn't. If anything, the forecast has gotten worse."
"Oh, what are they predicting?" I asked, not having heard myself
about the weather at all.
"A huge snowstorm right around Christmas," he said. Suddenly, I
knew where this was going, and I was very, very sad. "If the weather had
looked better, I'd be there with you for sure. But I grew up in the
desert, Jacob. I'd have no clue about hazardous driving conditions, icy
streets. I've never put snow chains on in my life."
I shrugged. "Hey, that's okay," I said. "I don't want you driving
in conditions like that. It's not safe." It was the honest truth. I was
disappointed in the weather, not in Ahmad's decision. His decision was
sound. If he had chose to come, I would have been worried sick about him.
"Well, I'm going to make it up to you as soon as you come home," he
said. "I'm planning something really cool."
I felt better, knowing I had something great to look forward to when
my holidays with Syd had ended. After he had apologized a few more times
for canceling his visit, I told him what happened, word for word, just
earlier that evening. He was beyond outraged.
"Wow," he said. "I would have thought Lake Tahoe would have been
less ignorant and backwoods, considering it is a part of California, but I
guess not."
"I could blame Lake Tahoe for being racist, but I was attacked for
being gay in San Francisco of all places," I said. "I think that, in both
cases, a very small number of people with some very ignorant opinions
shouldn't be allowed to speak for the whole community."
"Well, I think you should come home as soon as possible, just to be
safe," Ahmad said, his voice concerned.
"I don't have much longer here," I told him, though I had no plan to
cut my stay with Syd short. "Recently, I've felt like I've been attracting
drama into my life," I said. "Which is really, really odd, because I hate
drama. I really just want an ordinary, boring life. I don't need
excitement."
"It's not like you are the type of person who invites trouble,
Jacob," Ahmad reassured me. "I know plenty of people who do that, but
you're not the least bit like them. For you, I can honestly assure you
that you're just having a streak of bad luck. And just like everything
else, the bad luck will soon pass."
I got off the phone with Ahmad, feeling good that I had been able to
vent to him about my the Tahoe bullies, but feeling darn lousy that he
wouldn't be coming to Syd's for Christmas after all.
I was so lost in thought, I didn't consciously take notice of a
sound I heard out in the woods. But like Pavlov's bell, the sound created
a physical reaction in me, my body tensing with anxiety.
I heard the sound again, and this time I paid attention. It was a
wolf or coyote howl.
The last thing I wanted was another encounter with those creatures,
especially at night. I turned back towards Syd's cabin. I had wandered
off far enough so that I couldn't see it from where I was, but I knew it
wasn't far. I started walking.
I thought I heard a branch break in front of me, so I stopped
walking and held my flashlight up, searching around the trees with my
light. This seemed all too creepily familiar.
I saw nothing ahead of me, so I kept moving forward. I was close
enough then so I could see the back of Syd's cabin.
I saw headlights through the trees, and turned to see the minivan
that had been parked in our driveway heading away from the house. An
interior dome light illuminated the pretty but disheveled face of Syd's
date, Kelly, looking very satisfied.
I stopped and got goosebumps when I felt a finger tap on my back
from behind. I whipped around.
There, directly in front of me, was a familiar grinning, white face,
lit up by my flashlight. I knew from his rough facial features, all around
scruffiness, and intimidating size that this was the very same man who had
threatened me earlier. I felt slightly sick with fear as I realized that
he must have followed my car here from town. It was the only logical
explanation for him finding out where I was.
"Looks like you're all alone, boy," he said. I didn't like the way
he called me "boy." "No one to help you this time. No crowds to keep you
safe. Nah, this time, we end this."
He was so close to me, I knew running was not an option. I would
have to face him, have to fight him.
As I sized him up, oddly enough I realized that he had changed out
of the clothes he had been wearing, and now was standing in front of me
in... yup, his birthday suit. His dick was small, knobby, and dirty
looking.
As if I hadn't been afraid enough of the guy, his random nudity
presented all sorts of his possible intentions for me, none of them
pleasant.
He growled and came after me, fast and hard. I did the only thing I
could think of with his dick hanging out in the open like that, I lifted my
right foot and kicked upwards, right down his middle. He jumped towards me
so fast, he ended up connecting with my foot, totally fortuitously. My
shoe knocked him hard, right in his bare balls.
He keeled over in pain, and I took the opportunity to turn and run
as fast as I could towards the back of the house, banking on the knowledge
that Syd always kept the backdoor, which led into his bedroom, unlocked.
Only five yards away from the house, I saw another man come out of
the trees and run towards me. It was the same man that had been with my
main attacker back in town, only this time the guy had also stripped naked.
I ran like hell and made it to the backdoor before the two naked men
could catch me. I threw it open, ran inside Syd's bedroom, shut the door
behind me and locked it tight.
I thought I would hear the men banging on the door or the windows,
but so far there was nothing.
"Uh, Jakey, can I help you with something there?"
I turned my head towards Syd's bed, where he still lay on his back,
naked except for his cowboy boots and a condom. I realized, embarrassed,
that I had caught him post coitus. If I hadn't been as alarmed as I was, I
would have been mortified.
Every beautiful muscle on Syd's body glistened with sweat. Though
his muscles were now relaxed, they looked particularly swollen, as though
he had just finished one hell of a workout; I suppose he had.
He had both of his hands behind his head in a very self-satisfied
pose. His hair, also sweaty, was particularly tussled. His face looked
smugly pleased, and I saw lipstick on his sandy stubble. He had a
cigarette hanging from his lips.
My eyes drew down his body, first to his armpits, exposed to me
because he had his hands behind his head. His pit hair was damp with
sweat. And my eyes continued down to his condom covered dick. Just as I
had seen in that video of his, the condom barely covered his huge power
tool, looking about ready to burst apart at any second. His dick was still
pointing towards the ceiling.
Gosh, there was so much semen. Syd had left more than the usual
amount of empty space at the end of his condom to collect his cum. That
space was completely filled with his milky seed, creating a bubble of white
goo on top of his dickhead that was so big it looked like it would pop.
Also, I could see trails of cum escape down the stalk of his dick, spilling
out through the front of the condom and starting to cover his pubes and
balls in wet stickiness.
I took it all in with just a moment of hurried looks, and then I
returned to the important matter at hand. "The guy who attacked us in the
tree lot and one of his friends is out there, Syd."
"What?" he said, his relaxed visage turning into alarm as he leaned
his head up.
"They were trying to kill me!" I said. "They are right out back!
We need to call the police!"
Syd's face turned angry. He jumped up out of bed quickly, not
bothering to remove his cigarette or condom. He spun around and kneeled in
front of his bed, his bare butt facing me. He grabbed something from under
there and pulled it free. He stood up again, holding it in front of him
with both hands.
"A shotgun, Syd?" I asked, angry. "You've had a shotgun under your
bed this whole time?"
"Never thought it would come in handy," he said.
"Just remember we want to scare them off, not blow their heads off,"
I said.
"Either will be fine, as far as I'm concerned. They tried to fuck
you up, and this is what they get."
He had a wild look in his eye, one I had only seen on him before
when he was sexually excited. This time, there was nothing sexual about
that look.
He pulled open the backdoor and went stomping around outside, only
in his cowboy boots.
"You fucking fucks want to die, huh?" he shouted as he ran out
looking for them. "Well, come to papa!"
I followed him outside, but he had already disappeared into the
darkness. I saw a flash of light and heard a huge boom as what I assumed
was the shotgun going off.
"Yeah, you'd better run, fuckwads!"
Not long after, Syd came back into the house, the barrel of his
shotgun still smoking, as was his cigarette. His dick had mostly softened,
the condom still covering it. As his big dick swung around when he walked,
the large white bubble of semen that had accumulated at the tip of his
condom swayed back and forth as well, like a pendulum.
"Bastards got away," he said. "Both of em, though I almost got one
of em." He threw his weapon down.
"Well, I'm glad you didn't kill anyone."
"They were a couple o' breakin' an' enterin' scoundrels, Jakey.
They had it coming to them."
"I know that's the Texas mentality," I said. "But I don't want any
blood on my hands. I just want them arrested."
Syd grabbed the phone and started dialing. "I'm calling the police
department. You sure you're okay?"
I stared at his handsome face, looked down at the blonde fuzz that
covered his chest, and I knew, as long as I was with him, I was all right.
"Yes, perfectly fine," I said, smiling.
His eyes turned bright and he smiled that loving smile he had. Then
someone on the other end of his phone answered at the police station, and
he started to report the incident.
While he stood there, talking on the phone, he reached down
absentmindedly with his free hand and grabbed the cum-filled balloon at the
end of his condom. He squeezed, getting a grip on the thing, then started
to pull it down, off his dick. He squeezed a little too hard, though,
forcing a lot of the voluminous goo up over the stalk of his dick at out
the rim of the condom. Cum dripped all over his pubes, balls, and hand.
He pulled the rubber totally off his dick, and threw it carelessly
on the floor of his bedroom. His whole dick was still covered with creamy,
delicious looking cum.
"They're sending a car over," he told me after he hung up the phone.
"Looks like I'll have to get dressed for once." He grabbed a nearby pair
of jeans on the floor and pulled them on, stuffing his wet, sloppy dick
into the crotch.
"Syd, don't you want to wash off first?" I asked him.
"No time. That car could arrive any minute. I'm about to wash this
pair anyway."
"I certainly hope so," I said.
The police car came as promised, and two policemen came in and took
our statements. They walked around the outside of the house, me showing
them where I had first seen the men, and Syd showing them in which
direction they had run off. They thanked us and left, telling us that they
would call us soon.
"Well, we were supposed to go snowboarding tomorrow," Syd said when
it was all over and we were getting ready for bed. "But I can't imagine
you're up for that kind of thing now."
I shook my head. "I'm okay, really. Just a little spooked."
"I bolted the doors and locked all the windows for once," Syd said.
"But, after seeing them turn tail and run like hell tonight, I highly doubt
they'll be back. They learned their lesson."
I nodded, though it didn't really help abate the fear inside me.
But I put on a happy face. "I'd like nothing better than to hit the slopes
tomorrow." But then I frowned. "Though I can't imagine you're feeling
better enough for that yet."
"Nah, I'm fine to go." He smiled, patting me on the shoulder. "I
can't wait, Jakey. Better hit the sack early then. Night."
"Goodnight Syd."
As I went to sleep alone on my couch, trying to control my residual,
senseless fear, I wished that I could have jumped into Syd's bed, or even
just bunked in his room. His closeness always felt safe and reassuring to
me.
Instead, I fell asleep on my own, visions of the men's hateful faces
haunting my dreams.
DECEMBER 23rd
It was interesting to me how different snowboarding was from skiing.
I expected to have a leg up from my first day on these slopes. I expected
to start off skipping the bunny slope and going for something more
advanced.
Boy, had I been wrong about that. Snowboarding was so much
different from skiing it made me wonder if learning how to ski not long ago
might have actually been working against me. I had to completely re-teach
my body how to handle the differences, and it meant I was on my butt just
as much as I had been the last time.
So, you'd think I would be just as down with myself as I had been
the last time for my serious lack of proficiency. Instead, I had way more
fun that morning than I had the first time. And the reason why had
everything to do with Syd.
When it came to team sports, I didn't mind being the worst player on
my team as long as I was close to the other teammates, though that scenario
was very unusual since I was a good athlete. If I was seriously less
skilled than them, if I felt like I was bringing their whole game down,
well then it would drive me crazy, and I'd either quit or practice like
hell on my own to catch up to their level.
Skiing with a partner is kind of like a team sport; if you're the
one who is lousy, you're holding your partner back from having some real
fun. And it's not like skiing is a super cheap expedition. I didn't want
anyone wasting their day and their lift ticket money babysitting me instead
of doing what they loved.
What was different about this day was that instead of being an
expert, Syd was just as green as I was. True, he might have been slightly
better than I was, but we were so close in skill level that it felt like a
true partnership this time. I wasn't holding anyone back as I fell down at
the top of the bunny slope because he was falling all over the place as
well.
So, while I enjoyed myself that day, laughing every time one of us
ate snow, Syd was obviously much less amused. The difference between us
was that I really didn't care how pathetic I looked to the rest of the
skiers, while he always wanted to look good.
There were a lot of skills that Syd didn't care about being good at.
He would either write off his lack of proficiency as being because the
skill was "for ladies" or was "for city boys." In fact, he seemed to take
a special pride in not knowing a thing about those types of skills. This
included pursuits like sewing or knitting, any sort of dancing that wasn't
done to country music, gardening ("real man's yard work" was fine), child
rearing or babysitting, penmanship, dressing in business appropriate wear,
fancy fine dining, any decorating that didn't involve animal pelts or
antlers, scrubbing a dish, cleaning house, ironing, separating colors from
whites in laundry loads, using dryer sheets or fabric softener, really the
list could go on and on.
But the things that he considered "manly," things such as most
sports, fixing cars, home maintenance, etc, he wanted to be highly skilled
in. Luckily, he was naturally gifted his whole life, so all of those
things he loved showing off. It was only the rare occasion that something
new came up that fell into that category that he wasn't at all familiar
with, that's when he would feel embarrassed, surely having his masculinity
challenged. Clearly he wasn't used to feeling inadequate, and it irked him
to no end. I wouldn't have been surprised if he had avoided learning
snowboarding his whole adult life pricelessly because he knew he wouldn't
be good at it right off the bat, and there's no way you can become
proficient at snowboarding without having some witnesses to your initial
struggles.
Well, I was making him step outside his box. This day would be good
for him.
Not to mention he was also extremely competitive, only this time,
he was obviously one of the worst people out there. His only recourse was
to stay competitive with me. It was funny to see. Syd was usually cool
and suave as he dominated any sport. He beat you with a smile, never
making you feel insecure about your inferiority. A show-off, sure, but a
good natured one. The only time I had seen him turn absolutely serious,
totally determined to one-up me was during the pool game once I actually
started to threaten his dominance. That's when he dropped his cool-guy
mentor persona and adopted the attitude of a fierce competitor.
The same shift happened that day because we were really at the same
level. Every time he fell behind me, he focused himself totally on
catching up to me as soon as possible. I also had a competitive streak in
me, so when the reverse happened, I also worked hard to catch up. The
result was, we were pushing each other to learn and adapt as soon as
possible.
Now, one problem was Syd was just dressed inadequately. It was a
really cold day, and I was wearing his long johns, which meant he was just
in his jeans and cowboy jacket and hat and leather work gloves. He looked
like he was ready to rustle cattle on a cold winter's day, not repeatedly
take the abuse of crash landing into snow. Last time he had dressed the
same, but last time he hadn't fallen once; he was on skis. This day, he
was in the snow all the time.
This became really obvious when he took a particularly nasty fall
once we started a harder run, landing in the trees.
"Ahh!" he yelled, his whole body face down in the snowy shrubs.
Worried he was injured, I directed my board over to where he was,
thanking fate that I had been behind him, not in front of him at the time
he fell, otherwise I would not have been able to assist. "Syd, are you
okay?!"
"Like hell I'm okay!" he yelled. "So, so cold!"
I took off my board and ran over to where he lay in the snow. I
thought he might have broken something, but he jumped up from the ground so
fast, I knew he was okay. Looking at him from the front, it was clear that
he was absolutely covered in snow. And this time, instead of the snow
staying on the outside of his clothes, I could see ample snow stuck all up
under his shirt.
"Jesus, help me get it out!" he yelled, obviously as miserable as he
looked.
Syd's fat, useless gloves prevented him from unzipping his jacket,
so I did that for him. As soon as it was unzipped, he pulled it open, huge
mounds of snow spilling out as he did so.
But I could see that much more of the snow was completely stuffed
under his button up cowboy shirt. "Please tell me that's not the only
layer you have on," I said, but I already could see his skin underneath the
snow, and I knew it was.
"Stop yappin' and just get it off me, fast!" he said.
I pulled his shirt open, pulling all the buttons out of the holes,
then reached in and pulled the snow, ice, and pine needles off his chiseled
abs and pecs. "There, that better?" I asked him.
"Not in the least," he said. "That's not the worst of it."
He pointed down, and my gaze followed his fingers to the top of his
pants. I noticed, behind that big belt buckle of his, huge amounts of snow
seemed to be pushed down his pants.
"So, so cold!" he said again, desperately trying to pull the snow
out with his thick gloves but getting nowhere. "Help me here before I get
frostbite on my cattle prod!"
"I'll help you," I said. "Try to relax."
"You try to relax. You're not the one whose cock is getting freeze
dried. Get it out!"
I dropped to my knees in front of his crotch. I reached down and
started to pull the snow, ice, and pine needles from behind his belt
buckle. It wasn't long before I had uncovered the top of his blonde pubes.
This little treasure hunt was starting to get me hard. I took a quick
glance at myself, reaffirmed when I saw that I had on too much clothing for
anyone to see me get hard.
"Syd, please tell me you're wearing underwear!"
"So I went commando, like normal. I didn't ever conceive I'd have
half the slope's snow pack stuck down my pants."
"Uh-oh, people are passing us," I said, noticing a few skiers coming
down the slope uphill. "This does not look good."
"Hmm. guys or ladies?" he asked me.
"Ladies."
"Damn. Attractive?"
"Yes."
"Just my luck." He used his arms to hold out his open jacket flaps,
doing a good job of obscuring the fact that I was kneeling in front of his
crotch.
After the women passed, I went back to work, using my fingers to
scoop snow out of his crotch.
I pulled the snow clear of his pubes, but there was still a lot of
it I couldn't reach, so I unbuckled his belt and opened his fly. This gave
me access to the base of his dick, which I cleaned free of snow.
"Oh lord, does the poor guy seem okay?" asked Syd.
"I can only see the top."
"Yer missin' more snow in there, the head is freezing now," he said,
bucking his hips and thrusting towards my hand. "Whip that thing out!"
While Syd used his arms to create a privacy curtain from other
boarders that were passing by, I took his invitation gladly. I reached my
hand around the huge girth of the top of his dick and gently pulled
upwards.
"No need to be so gentle, just yank the thing," he said.
While a normal penis would have been totally pulled out by then, I
remembered that his penis was like its own appendage. I saw pulled it up,
and I pulled it up some more. Finally, I had the head in my hands, and it
was covered with melting snow and pine needles, which I brushed off.
"My nuts too!"
I reached back down his jeans to retrieve his huge ballsack. When I
did, I cleaned that of the snow as well. Needless to say, my dick was
burning hot at that point.
Syd looked down at his own unit in my hands. "Oh damn, It's
shriveled as all hell!" he said.
"Stop whining," I said. "The skin on your penis may be shriveled,
but your penis itself looks just as big as always."
"But look at it, it looks blue. Dead like."
It did have sort of a bluish tint to it. "Hmm," I said,
"It's frostbite, ain't it? Ah hell, they're gonna have to
amputate!"
"I can't tell really, it's just very blue."
"It feels cold, is it cold?"
"I don't know, I have gloves on."
"Well, take `em off Jakey, this is important!" I had a feeling that
any injury that he might have sustained today would have been not led to
any sort of panic on his part. But now that his precious equipment, his
reason for living was in danger, he was freaked beyond belief.
I took off my gloves, leaving my hands bare. Then I touched them to
his huge blue unit. "Hmm," I said.
"Hmm good, or hmm bad?" he asked.
"Hmm, I'm not sure," I said. I wrapped both hands entirely around
his penis at once, squeezing the beautiful tool. "It seems really cold,
Syd," I said.
"Ah hell," he said, looking up towards the sky with agony. "Try to
warm it up with your hands."
I started to rub his stalk up and down with both my hands.
"It's not working, ya gotta make more friction."
I started to twist both hands on it, trying to create as much
friction as possible.
"Attaboy, I can feel it..."
I rubbed harder, my own dick throbbing.
"Nah. No, no, no. Your hands are getting too cold!"
"Sorry, it's freezing out here and I don't have gloves on! They're
gonna be as frostbit as your penis in a minute or two."
"Try spiting on them," he urged.
I did as he asked, spitting into my palms then rubbing them into his
hulking penis.
"Yeah, that's it. No, it's already getting cold, that's not
helping! Holy fuck, I still can't feel anything!"
"I don't know what else to do!" I said.
"Aw fuck, there is something you can do for me, Jakey. Goddamn it's
awful, and I would never ask ya to do it if I could do it myself or if
there was any other way to save it."
"I'll do whatever you want, Syd."
"Could you, ya know, put it in your mouth, Jakey?" his voice was
cracking, like he was seriously hurt to even ask me the question. "I know
it ain't right but it's the only way. I'm so, so sorry to ask ya that."
"It's totally fine, Syd," I said, trying not to let on that it
actually excited me. "That probably is the only way."
"You're the best, you know that?" Syd said to me, and I looked into
his eyes, and the ashamed appreciation was so strong in those blues looking
down at me, it made my heart skip.
I looked back down to the penis in front of me, this perfect phallus
that had been the object of my affection for so many days, and I knew I was
going to enjoy this to no end.
Wow, this would be the first time I had ever done this to anyone. I
had fantasized about this for so long.
I pressed my lips to the shriveled blue skin of his dick base. I
parted my lips, flicked my tongue out. The tip of my tongue made contact
with his salty dick-skin, sending shivers through my body.
"Ah hell, Jakey, that must be repulsive. Ya might not be able to do
it."
He was taking my slow speed as a sign of revulsion. Actually, I
wanted to savor this, do it slowly and sensuously, but I couldn't let on
that I thought of it as sexual. So, I had to get down to business.
"Don't rush or you'll probably gag at the taste of it. Take yer
time and get used to it."
Hearing that, I took his advice, though I knew there was no way I
would ever gag at his flavor.
I planted my tongue against his dick stalk, savoring the sweet,
heavenly flavor and wanting more. I couldn't stop myself from moving my
tongue slowly upwards on his dick, taking in more and more of his wonderful
taste with each millimeter. My dick was oozing precum now.
"Lord, you must hate that, partner. So, so sorry."
I paid no attention to him, but I focused on keeping my face
unreadable.
I pulled my tongue off him and lowered my head. This time, my lips
were right at the level of his beautiful, swollen dickhead, now more purple
than its normal purplish-tan, healthy color.
I leaned forward and placed my lips on the smooth skin of that head.
"Lord, this is so awful," he said, his voice in agony over having
to make me go through this. "Just take it slow, Jakey."
Following orders, I slowly opened my lips and reached my tongue
forwards, searching.
The tip of my tongue found his sweet pisshole, and again my body
involuntarily shivered, my dick throbbing.
I looked up to see Syd looking down at me, his eyes face filled with
sad, guilty compassion.
I opened my lips wider and let his whole head fall into my waiting
mouth. Oh god, it was so wonderfully big. Like a fiend, I closed my lips
around the base of his tip, sucking hard on that dickhead, moving my tongue
around his dickslit, taking in every sweet, sweet flavor I could get.
"Ahh, ahh... I am starting to feel that," he encouraged, though his
voice still sounded so sad. It seemed my attention was having the desired
effect. Already, his head felt like it was warming up as I worked it over
with my tongue.
I looked up at Syd's face while I was working my magic with my
mouth, and he was looking down at me with so much guilt. "It's workin'
Jakey, I can feel it startin' to work!"
Now I just had to give the rest of his dick the same treatment. I
opened my lips again, letting his dickhead fall further into my wet mouth.
I took my lips slowly up until I had a little more than half of his soft
phallus inside my mouth. I closed my lips again, this time they wrapped
around much colder skin. I quickly used my tongue to explore every last
part of this new section of his penis that has entered my mouth.
"Yes, it's working! Ya got a miracle mouth on ya!"
I tried to make an encouraging sound, but with my mouth full, the
sound came out a little ambiguous.
Syd's face looked seriously distraught again. "You okay, partner?
I'm so, so sorry I have to make ya do this. I will never forgive myself."
I answered him by loosening my lips on his dick. I was completely
determined to go all the way, but I had a little more than half of his huge
penis in my mouth right now and it seemed like it filled it to the brim.
I pushed my mouth up more of his dick, taking in a couple more
inches. It forced his dickhead towards the back of my throat, and I
thought I would gag at first, but I held strong. I closed my lips around,
now holding three quarters of his penis in at once, and I sucked hard
again, thawing this new part of his dick.
He bucked his hips, thrusting into my mouth, pushing all of the rest
of his penis into my mouth with a sharp push. Again I thought I would gag,
but I kept control. There was so much penis in my mouth at that point, I
was darn lucky it was totally soft penis. Because of that, I could bend it
around in my mouth, letting it take up every space, both horizontal and
vertically.
I closed my lips finally around the very base of his unit. I
eagerly searched out the entirety of his penis with my warm, wet tongue.
"Yes, that's it now, that's perfect," he said. I looked up at his
eyes, and there was pure adoration looking down at me. "God, I love you so
much for doing this. Only someone who really loves you could ever manage
to do that for you, and seeing you like that, I can see how much ya love
me. I'm so, so touched."
With my lips around the base of his dick, my nose was pushing into
his blonde pubes, wet and cold, but still smelling manly. I took deep
breaths and really soaked in Syd's smell. Meanwhile, his huge ballsack
covered my chin entirely, and rested halfway down my throat. I had
forgotten about those, they looked as blue as ever.
I pulled off his penis, knowing lingering any longer would just be
weird at this point. And I leaned my head down until my mouth was at the
bottom of his ballsack.
"Oh, thanks partner, that's the last part of me that's frozen, I
swear!"
I opened my mouth and licked the bottom of his scrotum. It had a
totally different texture than his penis, much more rough and loose, but I
loved it just the same. I opened my mouth wide, looking up and his sack
from underneath, and I took one of his balls into my mouth, his left one.
It tasted so amazingly good, and heated up quickly in my hot saliva.
I wanted to take both balls into my mouth at once, but I just
couldn't get them in. They were just too big. I kept sucking on his left
ball instead, turning my head to the left. As I sucked on one ball, I let
the other hit my nose and eyes, taking deep whiffs of the thing.
Finally, I let his left ball go and did the same thing to his right
one.
"That's it, you've done it, Jakey, you don't have to do this a
second longer." He pulled away from me, his ball leaving my mouth. I had
to say, my mouth certainly felt sadly empty. I wiped the spit off my lips.
Syd pushed his unit back in his pants. "I am so, so sorry, Jakey,"
he said. "You must be sick. You look like you're about to throw up."
"I'm fine," I said. He must have been mistaken my sexually dazed
look for trauma.
He put his hand on my face and looked at me with his loving, kind
eyes. "Jakey, I'll never be able to make up for this, but I want you to
know how much I appreciate your help. Most people would have never been
able to do that. You're truly a hero. And I owe you so, so much. And
little Syd owes you his life!" he laughed. "You know how much I care
about you, right Jakey?"
"Yeah, Syd, I feel the same about you."
He looked enormously reassured. "Good. Now, I'm gonna board
straight down to the men's room. Clean up my unit, dry off, and make sure
it's really totally back to normal. I'll meet you at the bottom."
He strapped his board back on, then took off down the mountain.
I might have followed him, but my penis was painfully erect still.
Luckily, under all the layers, I knew it couldn't be seen. Still, I knew
if I tried to board it would be too uncomfortable. I waited for it to go
down, noticing the huge puddle of precum in my underwear. I realized sadly
that all through that treatment I gave him, Syd's dick never showed any
sign at all of hardening. That really showed that, no matter how much that
act had turned me on, the reverse wasn't at all true for Syd. For him,
that had all been totally clinical. It made me profoundly sad suddenly.
That's when I noticed you could see through the trees Syd had fallen
into over into the next run. There was a small row of trees meant to
separate the run I was on to the next one over, and through them, I could
see a snowboard halfpipe made of ice. Really skilled boarders were taking
turns on the thing, trying their best to go back and forth without falling,
some even brave enough to grab their boards or twist around in mid-air.
Standing above this halfpipe were four such snowboarders, decked out
in flashy snowboard punk gear, laughing and cussing and plain being
obnoxious.
Two other similarly dressed past these four from above, and the four
standing snowboarders gave them such hard looks. At first I couldn't see
any difference between the four and the two, they were both dressed in the
same style of clothes, looked like they were the same age. Then I noticed
that the skin of the four was pasty white, while the skin of the other two
was brown.
"Here I go Carlos," said one of the two as he started down the
halfpipe, with his friend immediately following. He had a strong Spanish
accent.
"Don't they know wetbacks can't board?" said the loudest and most
obnoxious of the four white guys. "Ha ha, let's watch them fall and break
all their teeth."
The four racists all laughed and watched the two Hispanic guys go
through the halfpipe. They stopped laughing when they saw how good they
were and it became obvious that they would not get to see any spilt blood.
The two brown skinned guys were landing everything perfectly, and doing
tricks that no one else had dared do before.
When they had finished, the leader of the white punks seemed
enraged. "Watch me show these shitfaces how it's done," he said, then
started out himself on the halfpipe.
I wanted so badly for him to be humiliated on that thing, but it was
clear right from the start that the guy was seriously talented. Then,
towards the end of the halfpipe, he started going really high, getting
ready for some killer trick.
Now, one I had noticed before was that at the end of the halfpipe,
part of the ice-wall was cracked and damaged. Even so, none of the
boarders avoided that part, seeming to be confident in the wall's
durability.
Then, as the racist boarder neared that part and lined himself up
for huge air with him landing right at that spot, I couldn't help my
imagination taking control.
"Oh, I hope he falls, I hope he falls," I mumbled out loud to myself
(no one was around me to hear) as I thought about that cracked wall.
The guy soared into the air for the last time, and just as I
expected, did an insane twist, grabbing his board and doing a 720 before
heading back towards the earth.
"I hope he falls, I hope he falls, I hope..."
What happened next was so incredibly weird. As if I could predict
random fate, the wall gave out when he landed, the crack breaking off, ice
hitting the floor. As a result, instead of landing his trick, he ended up
landing on his back, making a butt of himself.
But the weirdest thing was that I actually thought somehow that the
wall had broken a fraction of a second before he landed. Which was, I
knew, impossible. I must have been too far away to see it all clearly.
Anyway, the guy was totally okay, just got the wind knocked out of
him. I had hoped he might learn his lesson, but I was doubtful.
I finished the run and found Syd at the bottom, engaged in what
looked like a flirty conversation with an attractive black woman. Phones
had been pulled out and numbers were being entered, so I knew he must have
been feeling better. He noticed me, left the woman and came over.
"Just wanted to test to make sure little Syd was still in working
order. Yup, I'd say so."
The rest of the day occurred without any further adventures, and I
left feeling like maybe I had found a new sport. But who was I kidding?
Renting boards was crazy expensive, and not something I'd be able to do on
a regular basis. Ah well, it had been fun while it lasted.
DECEMBER 24th
The next morning I woke up to aromatic smells coming from the
kitchen. I stuck my head over the couch to see Syd cooking again in the
nude. He saw me look up and smiled.
"Happy Christmas Eve, Jakey. I'm making eggs and I bought cinnamon
rolls, they're on the table."
Hungry, I stood up off the couch, but as I did so I realized how
incredibly stiff and sore I was from the snowboarding. I groaned.
"Are you sore?" Syd asked.
"Uh-huh."
"So am I, can you believe it? I never get sore after going skiing,
but snowboarding kicked my butt."
I stumbled towards the table. "I can barely walk."
"I know, I've been hobbling around like Frankenstein all morning."
He sat down at the table. "We'll have to give each other massages after
breakfast or I don't think we'll make it through the day. We have a lot of
grocery shopping to do."
I sat across from him. My dick and balls felt cold against the wood
of the chair. I was both excited and anxious about the possibility of
another massage from Syd. After breakfast we both cleaned the dishes.
"You first or me?" he asked after breakfast, going towards the
couch.
I considered for a moment.
"It's not brain surgery. You go first."
I jumped on the couch, lying face down, my body spread across the
length of it. My head was turned to my left, so I was facing outwards.
He started with my right foot; he bent my leg at the knee so it was
pointed upwards and deeply rubbed the soles of my feet with his thumb. He
moved around to my heel, then back up to my toes. Then he set my foot down
and did the same treatment to my left foot. The feeling was incredible.
"You're really good at this," I said. "Where did you learn how to
do this?"
"I had a fling who was a massage therapist. She would always give
me massages after I worked out. I realized then that there's nothing more
relaxing than a good massage, especially if your muscles are sore."
He had put down my foot and was starting to rub my left calf, moving
slowly from my achilles tendon to the inside of my knee before going to my
right calf and starting the same journey. But this time, when he got to my
knee, he kept on moving up, massaging my sore hamstring. He took his time
rubbing up the back of my thigh, until he reached the bottom of my butt
cheek. He stopped there and moved back down to start on my left thigh.
When he got to my butt again, he stopped.
"I'm gonna switch to your neck," he said.
He walked over to where my head was, and leaned over me, depositing
his hands on my lower neck. As his hands firmly massaged me there, I
concentrated on his dick--it was right in front of my face. It was sort of
dragging on top of the couch cushion as he moved, literally inches from my
face. I stared at the large head, the veiny base being pushed into the
couch fabric in front of me. I started to get hard, and I inhaled deeply
through my nose, taking in the trace, masculine scent. I wanted so badly
to stick my tongue out and lick it. When he leaned forward briefly to
massage my shoulder, one of his pubes grazed my chin, sending shivers down
my spine.
"I'm gonna switch positions so I can get more leverage on your
back," he said. I didn't want him to move his dick away from my face, but
knew it was inevitable.
I wondered if he would sit on my buttagain now that we were nude.
He walked to the back of the couch again, and got up onto me. This time he
sat on my legs, so that his buttcheeks were resting on my inner knees. His
knees were bent and resting on both sides of me. His dick must have been
hanging somewhere in between my open legs, but I couldn't feel it.
"Is your butt sore?" he asked.
I wasn't sure how to answer. I didn't want him to think I was
trying to come on to him, but I knew that he was so relaxed about nudity
and touching that he would probably never suspect anything sexual was going
through my head. I decided to be honest. "Yes," I said.
He laughed. "You're lucky I'm such a nice guy." He put one hand on
each butt cheek and started to rub in circular motions. "Don't think I'm
doing this for free," he said. "I'm expecting full payback when it's my
turn."
"If I must," I said.
His hands felt great on my butt, and my dick was harder than ever,
but I wanted him so badly to touch me in my crack. He didn't, he finished
with my butt and roamed upwards to my lower back.
As he moved upwards my dick started to get soft again. But it
sprang back to life when he started moving his body up so he could reach my
upper back. He slid his butt up onto my thighs, moving his legs up along
with them. When he leaned forward to get his hands onto my shoulders, he
slid even up even more, so that his soft dick rested gently behind my
balls, and I could feel his pubic hair on my butt. My dick went crazy,
still constrained under my belly. As he massaged my shoulders with good
force, his huge dick would roll around my ballsack. The feeling was
intense.
"Oh hell, I almost forgot," he said.
He jumped off of me, and ran into the bedroom. I could hear him
rummaging around for something for a couple of minutes. I wanted to tell
him that it was any wonder he could find anything at all in a room as messy
as his was, but I kept my comment to myself. By the time he came back, my
dick had softened again. He was holding a few towels and a bottle of
something.
"That chick left her massage oil here. It smells sort of girlie,
but it makes for a better massage. Are you game?"
"Sure," I said. "But you might stain your couch, Syd. Please, let
me just move to the ground."
He laid the towels on the floor in front of the couch. "Hop down
here."
Luckily my dick had gotten time to deflate. I got off the couch and
spread myself face-down on the towels.
This time Syd straddled my lower back, a few inches from actually
sitting on it, his shins pressed against the side of my back. He poured
oil into his hand, and started again with my shoulders. The oil felt warm
and smooth under his fingers. As he rubbed my shoulders, I noticed I could
feel the head of his soft dick just start to graze the small of my back.
As his hands moved onto my upper back, he moved his body a little more down
towards mine, as his lowered dickhead started to definitely rest on my
back, its weightiness feeling so good against me.
His hands moved down my spine, and he started pushing really hard
into my back. As he did so, he sat all the way down on me. I could feel
his balls squished into the small of my back, and his dick was just lying
up my spine. My own dick, trapped safely under my stomach, throbbed at
this attention.
He lifted off of me and scooted back then so he was sitting on my
thighs again. He started kneading the oil into my butt. My glutes were as
sore as anything else and the pressure felt perfect. As he poured more oil
on my cheeks, some of it ran into my crack, but he didn't rub there.
Instead he spread my legs wide and sat between them, getting off my thighs
and onto the towels. He started rubbing his hands along my thighs, moving
his greasy fingers up my inner thighs until he just touched the hair on my
balls, then he'd move back down. He repeated this many times before he
moved down and oiled up my calves and feet.
He stood up then and I thought he was finished, but he sat back down
again at the top of my butt, only this time my skin was so slick with oil
that he sort of slid up to my lower back. I felt his dick and balls
squishing all around my back as he went, and knew that they were getting
covered with oil. He massaged my arms and hands in that position.
As he massaged my back again, this time with gentler strokes, he
moved his butt down my body so it was on top of my butt. His balls wet
balls squished into my crack, and his greasy dick was at my tailbone. He
slid down my body as he massaged, until his massive dick had slid
completely into my buttcrack, and was sliding around in there with every
movement he took. My dick palpitated when I felt his dick slide against my
sensitive butthole.
He lifted himself off of me then, saying he had to piss, and he ran
off to the bathroom while I concentrated of making my dick go down. When
he came back, he told me to turn over and lie on my back. Good thing my
dick was soft. I flipped over and faced the ceiling.
I shut my eyes then, and I felt him climb back to my legs and sit in
between them. He massaged the front of my thighs, again moving his hand up
so they just grazed against my balls before moving away. Then he worked
his hands along my hips, massaging around my bush and dick. As he did so,
he moved his body close against mine, putting his knees on the outside of
my hips, until his greasy dick was pressed against my balls.
As he massaged my abdomen, he slowly started moving up my body. His
soft dick and balls were resting on the base of my dick, which was facing
upwards along my stomach, pointing up towards my head. He massaged up my
chest, spending some time massaging the oil into my nipples, which made my
dick pulse. I concentrated hard on keep the thing soft.
Then he slid up more. Now our dicks were pressed together--his
greasy one slickening my own. And his balls were on top of mine. His huge
nuts enveloped my tight ones.
As he concentrated on what his hands were doing, he moved up more
until his dick had slipped past mine and dick was resting between his two
loose testicles.
Feeling like it was absolute torture having to keep soft under these
conditions, the act of which was keeping me from enjoying myself, I was
kind of glad when he told me it was his turn. I stood up off the towel,
and he lay down in my place, belly down.
"I don't know where to start," I said.
"Sit on my back and start with my shoulders, then move down," he
said.
I put my knees on either side of him and lowered myself onto him.
My butt was against his back, and my balls and dick were squished between
us.
I poured some oil on my hand and started rubbing his shoulders.
"Harder," he said. I really started to knead. "Yeah, that feels
good," he said.
As I rubbed, I had to lean forward, so my dick ended up planted
against the skin of his back. I was so greasy that I slid around with
every movement, so of course my dick was getting a lot of rubbing.
Taking a cue from him, I moved down, massaging his back as I went.
Eventually I was sitting on his butt, rubbing his lower back.
"You're doing great, Jakey," he said, reassuringly. "Almost as good
as me, that is."
I lifted up and sat between his open legs. I noticed that his soft
dick was pointing downwards, coming out from under his balls in between his
thighs, in my full view.
I poured oil onto his butt and started massaging his firm glutes
hard. I loved having the freedom to touch him there as I pleased.
I moved down to his upper thighs, feeling the counters of his quads
in my hands. Like him, I moved my hands up his inner thighs and grazed his
balls a few times.
Lastly I massaged his massive calves before he turned over to his
front.
He never opened his eyes as he did so, and his greasy dick flopped
over before coming to rest on top of his stomach. Since I was already at
his legs, I decided to start there.
I rubbed his left thigh, just above the knee. The muscle was hard,
so I used a good amount of pressure. As I rubbed up his thigh, I grazed
against his balls again. After a bit I switched to the other thigh.
Knowing I needed to move up his body, I got up and put my knees on
either side of his hips, careful not to lower myself onto him. I started
to massage his abs, loving the feel of every indentation against my hands.
Feeling there was no safe way to avoid contact, I sat down on him like he
did on me. My balls were on top of his, and my dick was on top of (and
dwarfed by) his dick. I rubbed along his side, against his firm obliques,
into the fold that I had heard called the `moneymaker,' which was really
defined on Syd, and led right down to his crotch. I massaged the lower abs
on his pelvis, going to each side of his dick down to his pubes, but not
touching it.
Then I slid up his body so I could start on his chest t. In doing
so, his dick ended up being pressed down by my perineum, which felt
amazing. I put my fingers on the top of his left pec and pressed down.
The muscle was firm but giving to my touch. I massaged my way down, moving
over his hard nipple without lingering, to the crease between his pec and
the top of his abs. Then I moved back up his chest and massaged his
nipples again. I rubbed along the crevasse between his two pecs.
Then I started on his arms, grabbing his left one. I massaged down
his forearm, and then moved onto his veiny, bulging bicep. With both hands
I moved onto his upper arm. One hand massaged his round deltoid, while the
other was inside his armpit, his hair feeling scratchy against my fingers.
I did the same treatment to his other arm, and then got up off him.
"How was that?" I asked.
He didn't answer. I realized he must have been asleep. Obviously
he wasn't in the same state of horniness that I was, I would never have
been able to fall asleep like this.
Not wanting to disturb him, and knowing I'd have to wash the oil off
my body, I hopped into the shower. After I was done and dressed, he was
still asleep, with no indication that he had moved.
"Syd!" I yelled.
He stirred, smiling. "Great massage, Jakey. We'd better get
going."
"Are you gonna go like that?" I asked.
He looked down at his greasy, naked body. "No, better shower and
put on some clothes. That's why you're the one going to college."
He hopped up and jumped in the shower while I cleaned up the towels.
While waiting for him to finish, listening to the water run in the
bathroom and hearing him croon his country songs, I realized I really had
to piss.
Not bothering to knock, I heading into the bathroom. Once again I
seemed to have surprised Syd, as he jumped a little when he saw me. "Ah
hell," he said, embarrassed as I saw that he once again was stroking his
huge dick with his right hand. Only this time, he was facing me, facing
the glass door of the shower, his feet wide and firmly planted as he
stroked like hell. "Too late to stop," he said as I stepped into the room.
"Sorry `bout this, Jakey."
He squinted his eyes, tossed his head back, and stroked even faster
than before as he let out a deep, manly grunt or two.
"Oh shit!" he yelled in ecstasy.
His dick pulsed in his hand, and a fat wad of sticky white semen
shot out of it, so fast and so hard that I was sure if nothing was blocking
it the wad would have flown 10 yards before landing. Unfortunately, there
was something blocking it: the glass shower door in front of him, and the
wad planted all over the glass.
Another grunt, and another huge wad came flying, coating more of the
glass door. Then another shot, and another. The cum kept on flying,
dripping down the glass door until all I noticed my view of Syd from the
waist down was now mostly obstructed by his white cream.
"Ah, damn!" he shouted as he milked the last drop of semen from this
fat head. "Needed that bad. Sorry `bout that one Jakey. Didn't mean for
you to have to see all that, hope it didn't gross you out too much. You
walked in right when I was on the edge."
"It's okay, Syd, really I don't care," I said.
He looked at me with those charming eyes and smiled sweetly, almost
touched, it seemed. "You're such a good guy Jakey. Most guys woulda made
a big fuss."
I nodded, went over to the toilet, shut my eyes and tried to banish
the image of Syd's hot, huge load which was now just inches from me left
side, dripping slowly down the shower door. I let my dick soften to a
respectable state, then pulled it out and started to piss.
"Don't you worry, Jakey, I wouldn't think bout not cleaning this up
good and proper," he said as he started to scrub the cum off the glass with
his hands.
I figured offering to clean it up myself probably would not go over
too well, so I just told him, "Thank you." I left the bathroom and let him
finish get ready.
When we went out it was especially cold, so we both had to wear our
coats. The grocery store was a zoo, with everyone buying last minute
trimmings for their holiday feast. We both agreed that we wanted to keep
dinner simple but plentiful, so we got a pre-cooked ham for Christmas and
plenty of other things to keep our cupboards well-stocked.
We ate dinner out at an upscale place nearby the casinos. The food
was pretty good, although the portions were small. After dinner, it was
snowing pretty hard out. We ended up having to pull over and put chains on
the truck, which Syd was pretty adept at. I personally had never put
chains on a car before, so Syd showed me how. It took a while to drive
back, but we ended up safe and sound at home.
That night, we made a fire and hot cocoa and chatted late into the
night. When we finally went to bed, I found myself looking forward to
Christmas morning as much as I had when I was just a kid.
DECEMBER 25th
"Wake up, Jakey. It's Christmas!"
Syd had jumped on top of me in my sleeping bag, and was shaking me.
He was naked as usual.
I groaned. "Alright, I'm up. Merry Christmas."
He got off of me and went into the kitchen. I heard a loud gust of
wind, and looked out the window. The snow was pouring down. All I could
see was white. It was so beautiful.
"Wow, it's really snowing," I said.
"Yeah, it's a regular blizzard out there."
We ate breakfast in the nude, and then built a fire together. I
grabbed my present for him from my bag.
"Aww, shucks, Jakey. You didn't have to do that," he said. "You
should be saving your money for your education."
"It wasn't all that expensive."
He opened it up, and seemed to love the hiking boots. "They're
great, partner," he said. "My first pair." He told me he wanted to try
them on, so he went to the bedroom to put some socks on.
When he came back, he was wearing the hiking boots (and nothing
else), but he was also carrying a gift for me, with a big generous smile on
his face.
"Merry Christmas," he said.
He was holding a big, beautiful snowboard with a red bow stuck to
it. He must have hid it in his closet.
I was ecstatic. I thanked him profusely. "Jesus, Syd, now that's
expensive," I said.
"It's okay, I have the money. Do you like the look of it?"
It was painted creatively in shades of green and blue. "It looks
amazing," I said.
I hugged him. I wrapped my arms around his big chest and back, and
noticed that his soft dick was pressed right against mine, and pulled away.
After that, I made a phone call home to wish my mom and brother a
merry Christmas. Both of them wished that I was there, and I said so too,
just on reflex, but upon further examination realized that I was lying.
The truth was, I was happy being with Syd.
We were sitting around eating lunch later on. Syd had turned his
radio to a station playing Christmas songs, and we were laughing and
generally enjoying ourselves.
Just as I finished my sandwich, the radio died and the lights turned
off.
"Uh-oh," said Syd.
"Is it a fuse?" I asked.
He got up and tried other switches. "No, the power's out
everywhere. Ah shit, look." He pointed out the window.
I looked at what he was pointing at: some huge trees had fallen
nearby the house, probably knocking down power lines.
Syd called someone the police to report the problem. They told him
that the storm had caused power outages to quite a few folks nearby, and
the power company wouldn't be able to start repairing the lines until the
storm subsided.
"That could be days from now," said Syd as he turned his phone off.
"This is bad. There isn't a gas line in this house. Everything is
electric."
"Even the water heater?"
"Yep. We could leave now in the truck, and hope that we make it to
a hotel. But I say we stay as long as we can."
"With no heat?"
"We have a limited amount of fire wood. Candles. Flashlights.
Drinking water. What do you say?"
"I guess so," I said, suddenly getting a mental image of some rescue
party finding us frozen to death.
"It'll be fun," he said. "We'll be living like the pioneers. They
never complained, and they did fine."
"What about the Donner Party? They didn't fare too well. Isn't
Donner Lake really close to here?"
"Well, we just stocked up with all sorts of food, so it will be at
least a couple weeks before we'll have to resort to cannibalism."
Just as we were standing there it was starting to get cold. I
suddenly wasn't too keen on nudity.
"I'm gonna take a shower and get dressed," I said, starting to
shiver.
Syd considered that. "There's probably just a tiny bit of hot water
left. We should shower together so we don't waste it."
I worried about getting hard while showering with Syd, but I figured
I was too cold to get turned on anyhow. My dick was already starting to
shrivel, though his looked as long as ever. We both went into the bathroom
and lighted a few candles to light up the dark room. If Syd's bathroom
hadn't been so grungy, the candles would actually have been romantic.
Syd started the shower. "Good, warm water," he said. "Here, you
get in under the showerhead."
I did as he asked, and the warm water felt great, but it wasn't warm
enough in my opinion. Syd got in behind me, where less water was spraying.
I tried to redirect the showerhead to point at his direction, but it
wouldn't reach. After I was good and wet, Syd looked very cold.
"Let's switch positions before I need ya to use yer mouth on my
johnson again," he joked.
He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to the back of the shower
while he slid past me to the front. The shower was so narrow, though, that
we pressed right against each other as we slid by. I could feel his dick
drag along my wet pelvis as he moved in front of me.
Now that I was in the cold, I grabbed the soap and lathered like
crazy. Then I shampooed my hair. At that point I was dripping wet and
freezing, and Syd seemed perfectly content under the spray of the warm
water.
"Switch!" I said.
"I was enjoying myself," he said.
We slid past each other again, this time with him wet and me full of
suds. I loved the feeling of his dick sliding across me.
I rinsed off as he lathered, and enjoyed the feeling of the hot
water.
"I need to rinse!" he yelled.
"Alright."
I jumped out of the shower and dried off as he rinsed off in the
water.
"Oh great, it's cold now," he said as he finished rinsing and jumped
out of the shower.
After that we both put on many layers of clothing.
For dinner we had ham, bread, and vegetables, all cold. Luckily we
had a lot of food in the house that didn't require cooking. After dinner
we started a fire with the last of the wood in the house and were able to
take off a layer of clothing as we lay in front of the fireplace. I
started yawning when the fire had burned itself into embers.
"Tired?" he asked.
"Yep."
"The fire's out. It's gonna get real cold in here real fast. I
better go get some more wood from the garage before bedtime." He got to
his feet and slipped on his sneakers.
"You don't have to go out there alone, I'll come with you," I said.
I stood up and put on my shoes as well.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course."
"We'll be fast."
He opened the door and snow was blowing in. He grabbed a
flashlight, and we went outside. The freezing wind and snow were pounding
against me. My sweats were anything but sufficient. He started to trot to
the garage, and I stayed close behind him.
"Shit," I heard him say.
I looked at where he was shining his light. The garage door was up
and open, and the snow was blowing into it.
"Wind must have broken the door open." He went inside the garage
and shined his light on the pile of firewood. "It's all soaked," he said.
"We won't be able to light it."
"What should we do?"
"Let's bring some inside. Maybe it'll dry out by tomorrow."
We both grabbed a bundle of wood, and then stood outside the garage.
"I wonder if this will shut," he said.
"I think it will."
I grabbed the garage door string and swung the door down towards us.
"Wait, don't!" Syd warned.
I listened to his warning, and stopped just short of having all the
slush and snow that I just realized had been piled on top of the garage
door slide down onto us. But, just our luck, a gust of wind came just then
and blew the whole mess over, right onto us. It was shockingly cold. It
fell all over my head, I was standing knee deep in snow, and I was wet down
to my underwear. The feeling of freezing moisture against my balls was
awful. I looked over and saw that Syd was in the same state. We both
removed ourselves from the pile of snow.
We ran inside, still holding our wet wood, but the inside seemed to
be just as cold as the outside. We dumped our wood down, and started
taking off our shoes.
"So, so cold," I said. "Are you as cold as I am?"
"It was refreshing," he joked.
My teeth started to chatter. "I don't think I was meant to be a
pioneer."
"Look at you. You're freezing." He put his hand to my cheek. "I'm
too cold to tell how cold you are."
"I just want to change clothes and get to bed. Even my underwear is
wet."
"Mine too. And it's just gonna get colder tonight. Here, let's get
out of these clothes quickly."
I followed him into the bedroom. He started lighting a few candles
as I started to undress. When I removed my shirt, I noticed how clammy my
skin felt. My hands and arms were completely numb.
"Here, dry yourself off with this," said Syd as he tossed me a
towel. With effort I started drying my arms slowly. "You're really
frozen. Let me help."
Syd stepped toward me and pulled down my wet pants and underwear
with a quick yank. He pulled them off my feet along with my socks. I
started drying off my crotch and legs with his towel as he left the room.
He came back holding my sleeping bag, and opened it up in front of me.
"Here, step in this," he said.
I stepped into the scrunched up sleeping bag and he pulled it up
around me. Then he lifted me up over his shoulder and plopped me onto his
bed.
Afterwards he started getting undressed. He took off his shirt and
dried his upper body with the same towel. Then he took off his pants and
underwear and wiped his legs, his butt, and his crotch dry.
"Damn it's cold!" he said. "Get ready, I'm coming in."
He jumped onto the bed, and I thought that was what he meant. But
when he crawled to the top of the sleeping bag I realized I was mistaken.
Quickly I turned away from him, and he slid in behind me, facing me. His
body was pressed right against mine. He adjusted himself, grabbed his
pillow and put it under our heads, then pulled the drawstring on the
sleeping bag to tighten it and put his blanket over our heads.
"If there's nothing to warm us up but each other, then that's what
we'll use," he said.
I was on my right side facing away from him. He stuck his right arm
under my side, wrapped his left arm around me, and pulled me into a tight
hug against his body. His skin felt slightly warmer than my own. I could
feel his soft, cold dick against my butt.
"Man, you are cold," he said.
He started rubbing my chest with his hands to create friction. His
left hand was rubbing over my left nipple. He stuck his right foot under
my calf and kept pushing until his right thigh was under my body, and he
wrapped his right foot around my leg. Then he moved his left hand down,
rubbing the side of my torso, then my bare hip, then my thigh.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
"Tons."
"Good. Get some sleep."
"Merry Christmas, Syd."
"Merry Christmas."
He stuck his chin over my left shoulder. He fell asleep like that,
with his right leg and arm still under me, his right hand resting on my
chest, and his left hand resting on top of my hip. Feeling warmer and
recovered, I immediately sprang a hard-on with the feeling of his dick
pressed against my butt.
Thank goodness I wasn't facing him. Feeling warm and secure, it
didn't take me long to fall asleep that night.
DECEMBER 26th
I woke up to pale morning light. I felt extremely groggy and weak.
I could tell by Syd's breathing that he was still asleep. I was tighter
than ever in his arms, only something was different. . His left leg was
draped over my body and around my thigh. He was squeezing my outer thighs
with both of his inner thighs. And his dick was hard; I could feel it in
between my legs. It was monstrous! It was right under my balls and dick,
pressing up into them, and sticking out through my thighs. He must have
had a morning erection.
My dick stiffened. I wanted so badly to touch him. At first I
convinced myself not to. I didn't want to violate him. But then, he was
the one whose dick was sticking through my legs. And he was such a heavy
sleeper.
I opened my legs a bit and reached down my hand. I touched my own
dick, and moved down the length of the bottom of it until I touched Syd's
head with my fingertips. God, that simple touch felt so nice. I moved my
hand down a little more, feeling his firm shaft.
He moved, and I almost jumped, though that would have surely awoken
him. Groaning a bit, he stirred. He pulled me tighter to his body in a
hug, and moved his pelvis away from my body so his hard dick slid out from
my thighs. Then he moved back tight against me, but this time he was a
little higher up. His dick poked into my perineum right below my butt
crack.
He stopped moving, and I was absolutely frozen. After a moment, he
thrust his pelvis into me again, this time harder. His dick slid upwards
with the force into my butt crack. The head traveled across my butthole
and poked out of the top of my butt.
He stayed like that for sometime. It felt wonderful to have my
crack completely filled by his huge rod. I clenched my butt a little
around him. Needless to say my dick had never softened.
He started stirring on his own after a while, and I knew he was
waking up. He pulled his dick out of my crack, but his dickhead was still
poking me in the hip. He shook me.
"Jake."
"Hmm?" I feigned sleep.
"Jakey I gotta piss. I have a piss stiffy. Sit up."
I sat up a bit so he could remove his arm and leg from under my
body. As he did so, he inadvertently brushed his knee against my hard
dick.
"You too, huh?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"It happens to all of us. I get `em almost every morning."
He pulled the covers off of our head.
"Man it's cold," he said.
He pulled himself out of the sleeping bag, his hard dick dragging up
my body as he crawled out. It even hit the back of my head briefly. Then
he lifted me up inside the bag and put me over his shoulder.
"I can walk, Syd."
"I know, but this way only one of has to get cold."
He carried me into the bathroom and stood me up. He stood in front
of the toilet and pushed his dick downwards with some trouble, then let
loose his piss. After he was done, his dick had softened. He shook
himself off, then pulled the sleeping bag off of me. I had to pee too,
luckily, and did so. By the time I was done, I was so cold that my dick
shrank. I flushed the toilet, and we went into the bedroom and put on our
thickest clothes.
Syd checked the firewood. Some of it was almost dry, but most of it
was not. We decided to save what we could burn for nightfall.
We ate breakfast, and then basically hung out. We talked, played
some poker with his deck of cards, and read together.
When night came, we lit the small amount of wood that was dry into a
warm fire and stripped down to shorts and short-sleeves as we lounged in
front of the fire place.
The fire died somewhere around eleven and the cold set in again.
"Should we sleep again the way we did last night?" asked Syd. "It
sure was comfortable that way."
"Sure."
We went into his room, and he stripped naked quickly. I followed
suit and jumped into the sleeping bag as he peed in the bathroom. When he
came out, he climbed onto the bed with me, and I turned around in the
sleeping bag so that I was facing away from him, like before.
"Uh-uh, turn around this time so I don't have to be against your
cold back," he said.
My heart sank a little as I turned around to face him. He stuck his
feet into the bag, and scrunched down into the bag, facing me. His dick
went right in front of my face. When he was all the way down, our bodies
were locked together, face to face. He pulled the blanket over us, then
hugged me close with his strong, warm arms. His soft dick was resting
right between my thighs. My own dick was stuck between my stomach and his.
I had to do all I could not to get hard. I had to remind myself
that this man was not a love interest. He was a close friend. Practically
a family member. I looked into his eyes. All I saw was innocence and
kindness there.
He smiled at me. "What is that look for?"
"I was just thinking, Syd, if it wasn't for you, I would have been
nothing. You're the one I always wanted to impress. You're the reason I
always improved on myself. No one encouraged me like you did."
He pulled my into a close hug. "Aww shucks, Jakey. You know you
mean the world to me."
He started rubbing my back tenderly with his hands. My face was
firmly implanted into his chest, and I put my arms around him, feeling the
rippling back muscles. I hugged back, and dug my face into the cleft of
his chest. He put his left hand on my head and started to stroke my hair.
I lost control. I felt my dick pulsing to life between both of our
bodies. How could he not feel that?
He pulled his head back to he could look into my face. He had a
quizzical expression. "You're hard," he said.
I was mortified. I didn't know what to say. I looked away from his
eyes. I wanted to be anywhere else but here.
"Don't be upset," he said, smiling. "You haven't jacked off in a
couple days. All this skin to skin contact would make anyone horny."
I felt his dick stiffen up slowly between my legs.
"See? Me too. Hell, I always get a release each day. If I'm not
lucky enough to get laid, then I jack-off. We just need to get off. It's
nothing to be ashamed of. It's just too damn cold to do it anywhere else.
I know what we should do."
He pushed the blanket off of us and rolled around in the sleeping
bag so he was facing towards the nightstand. He opened the drawer and
pulled out a bottle of lotion. He turned back towards me, but this time
our hard dicks were pressed together between our stomachs. He poured some
lotion on his hand and smiled at me.
"You okay with this, partner?"
"Yes," I said.
"Okay, get ready, this is gonna be cold."
He stuck his hand back into the sleeping bag and pushed it down
between our bodies. . When he got to our dick heads, he rubbed some of the
lotion off on top. It was cold, but I was so turned on it didn't phase me.
He grabbed both of our dicks in his big hand, and started stroking up both
at once. It felt incredible. Of course, since our dicks were pressing
into each other, he was only stroking the upper side of them. But soon the
lotion slicked up the space between our two dicks. I started moving
slightly up and down, rubbing out dicks together as he jacked us off.
"That feels real good, keep it up," he said.
With that encouragement, I started grinding into his dick fast and
harder. The feeling was intense, and it didn't take long. I felt an
incredible orgasm send waves of pleasure through my body as I came into his
hand. He used my cum as further lubrication, and kept jacking our dicks
together. Within a few seconds he was coming too. I felt his warm cum hit
my stomach. Goodness, there was so much of it, it absolutely covered me.
He moaned, and stopped pumping.
We just lay there like that for a while. Then he said, "Much
better. Sometimes a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do. Are you okay?"
"I feel great," I said.
He pulled his wet hand out of the bag, and grabbed some wet-napkins
from his nightstand that must have been there to clean-up after he had sex
with women. He opened one up and cleaned his hand. Then he used another
to clean up the mess on our stomachs, and the lotion off both of our dicks.
Then he tossed them on the ground.
"Feel like sleeping now?" he asked.
"Yeah."
He pulled the covers over our heads. Both our dicks were soft by
then. We hugged each other tight, our dicks still pressed between our
thighs, and fell asleep.
DECEMBER 27th
"Jakey, wake up."
It was morning, and I opened my eyes. I felt the warmth of his body
against mine. I was so tired, I wanted just to curl up against him and go
back to sleep.
"Jake, it's already ten."
I moaned and opened my eyes. We had shifted during the night. He
was on his back now, and I was on top of him. My legs were open, my thighs
were wrapped around his hips, and my feet were under him. I had my arms
around him too. Our dicks were both hard again, sticking straight up and
pressed between our bodies.
"I have to piss," he said. "Do you have too?"
"Yeah. Umm, I'm so tired though."
He took the blanket off and the cold air was a shocking blast to my
face.
"Still cold." He said. "Here, hold on to me tight."
Not really sure what he meant, I hugged him tightly. He sat up,
bending us both up in the sleeping bag so that I was sitting up, my legs
wrapped around his hips, my butt on his thighs, and both of our dicks still
between us. He then turned, and put his feet on the ground. With one hand
he held my back in place, and with the other he held the sleeping bag up.
He stood up, carrying me like that, and sort of half walked, half hopped to
the bathroom. I bounced up and down on his body causing our dicks to grind
together again. When we got to the toilet, I hopped off of him and he
dropped the sleeping bag. Freezing, I walked over to the toilet and
started to piss.
"Move over," he said.
He bumped me with his hip as he came on the side and started pissing
himself into the toilet. When we were done, we were both soft. He flushed
the toilet.
"We need to shower. Especially after last night," I said.
"The water's freezing," he protested.
"Let's do it now and get it over with."
He pushed me into the shower and followed me into it so that he was
standing under the showerhead.
"Ready?" he said.
He didn't wait for an answer before he turned on the water. We both
hollered in agony. Most of it was hitting him, but enough was on me to
know that I didn't like it. He started shampooing.
"Lord it's cold. I need to do this fast." He took the bar of soap
and broke it in half, handing me one piece. "Help me out, would ya?"
He was washing his face and neck, so I started on his feet. I
washed his hard, hairy calves, then his muscled thighs. Meanwhile he had
worked his way down to his stomach. Almost as if it was a race, I scrubbed
my hand up his thigh and hit his soft dick. I rolled the huge thing around
in my soaping hand, and he moved his hand down as well. We ended up
scrubbing his huge balls together.
"Good, now get my back," he said.
He turned around and started rinsing off his front with his hands.
I scrubbed down his tight back, reaching his sculpted butt. I washed his
cheeks one at a time, and then stuck my soapy hand between then, scrubbing
his crack.
It only took a moment for him to turn back around, rinse off his
back, and then switch places with me, sliding past my front as he did.
When the water hit me dead on I thought I would die. I was frozen in
shock. He started to soap up my front on his own, and I had to remind
myself to do my part. He washed my chest, my stomach, and my dick and
balls before moving onto my legs while I was still shampooing. Then he
spun me around, so the icy water was hitting me in the face, and started on
my back and butt. He was really thorough in my buttcrack, but I just
wanted it to be over. He spun me around again to rinse off my back, and I
turned off the water.
After we toweled off, we were so cold that all we could handle doing
was jumping back into the bed and into the sleeping bag for a few minutes.
I got into the bag first, and lay on my back. Then he climbed in on top of
me. Again our soft dicks were pressed between our bodies. His weight on
top of mine felt so warm and comforting. We held each other in our arms as
we talked. Syd rubbed my back with his hands, and I did the same to him.
"You're legs are still cold," he said, starting to rub his right
foot against my calves and thighs.
I moved my hands down on his back so that they were just at the top
of his butt. Meanwhile he was moving up and down as he rubbed our legs
together, and in doing so he was grinding our soft dicks against each
other. I started to get hard again, and he laughed and stopped moving.
"I think we've warmed up enough now, don't you?" he said.
He climbed out of the top of the bag, squeezing past me as he went.
Without him realizing it, his dickhead slid up my chest, to my neck, up my
chin, over my lips which were slightly ajar, over my nose and forehead, and
then his feet followed. Then he was off the bed and throwing on his
clothes.
I sighed and waited for a bit, comfortable in the warm sleeping bag.
Finally I got up and jumped into my thickest clothes.
"The rest of the wood's dry," he said when I went into the living
room. "Let's save it for tonight."
It turned out we didn't need to save it for the night, because right
after we were done with dinner the lights came on and the radio started
playing Christmas songs again. We both cheered and hugged each other,
jumping up and down.
"Hot water," I said.
"Hot food," said Syd.
I heard the fan of the heater come on. "Hot air!"
We decided to light the fire anyway, and between the natural and
artificial heat systems the house was hot in no time. We decided to watch
a movie now that we had gone a couple days without any electronic
indulgences. Syd came out of his room with his clothes removed.
"Finally, things can get back to normal around here," he said. "Go
get changed."
Thrilled at any chance now to be naked with Syd, I went into the
bedroom and took off my clothes. When I went back into the living room,
the previews were starting. The fire was lighting the room in orange, and
Syd was sitting on the right end of the couch, his legs spread wide apart.
I went to sit on the opposite side, but Syd lifted his right arm up as an
invitation. I sat beside him instead, and he put his arm around my neck
without moving his eyes away from the TV. The left side of my body was
against his right side, with my left shoulder tucked into his armpit. As
we watched the movie, he rubbed the middle of my chest with his right hand
slowly and absentmindedly.
After about forty-five minutes, I switched positions slightly. I
tilted my body away from him. I put my feet onto the couch and leaned back
into his side. Now his right arm was wrapped around my torso instead my
neck. He continued to rub my chest, but this time moved his hand to the
left and began stroking my left pec and nipple. I started to get hard, but
he didn't seem to notice or to care. Meanwhile, I had my left hand on his
knee, and my right arm along his thigh. He moved his hand down towards my
navel, and began rubbing my stomach slowly. Eventually he moved his hand
downwards, just so his hand touched the top of my pubes.
After another half hour or so of innocent rubbing I was long soft
again, and yawned.
"Tired?" he asked.
"I guess so," I said.
"Do you want to turn off the movie?"
"No, I want to finish it."
"Why don't you lie down then. Hold on."
He grabbed my pillow from the floor and put it on the armrest he was
sitting against. Then he sat forward so he was leaning against the back of
the couch and put his feet on the coffee table, soles down, so there was a
slight bend at his knees. The result was to create a sort of hammock with
his body for me to lie in. I crawled up towards the pillow, my left side
pressed into the cleft between his thighs and abdomen, and my stomach
supported by his knees. He spread his legs to give me the best support. I
rested my right hand on his left leg, and stretched my legs out to the end
of the couch.
After getting used to the new position, Syd put his hand on my back
and started rubbing. I returned the favor by rubbing around his left knee,
bringing my hand up towards his thigh. After a few minutes, I felt his
hand move lower, landing on the top of my right buttcheek. I got hard
again, and although my crotch was pressed into the couch, my hard dick was
long enough to just poke him in the thigh slightly. As he started to rub
lightly around my butt, I moved my hand down his inner thigh, stopping a
few inches from his balls, and moving back up to his knee.
His hand moved down past my butt onto my hamstring, and then came
back up. I moved my hand down his inner thigh again, this time going all
the way up so my pinky finger pressed against his balls briefly, then went
back up to his knee. After I did that I could feel his dick getting hard
beneath my stomach and start poking me in the navel. He moved his hand
down my left hamstring, and then slid it in onto my inner thigh. Then he
rubbed up my leg and grazed the back of my balls with his hand.
The movie ended, and the fire had burnt out.
"Alright Jakey, I'm ready to hit the hay," said Syd.
I sat up. I still had a hard-on. I noticed he did too, although it
was quickly softening.
I wanted to sound nonchalant about the whole thing, so I said,
"Yeah, me too."
He grabbed my sleeping bag from the floor and set it on the couch as
he stood up. When I got settled, he tussled my hair. "Goodnight," he
said.
"Goodnight."
He went into his bedroom and shut the door. My sleeping bag felt so
empty without him in it. I was definitely left unsatisfied. I took a
chance, and he obviously wasn't into it. Oh well.
I shut my eyes and was starting to fall asleep when his door opened.
"Jakey?" Syd called.
"Yeah?"
"I can't sleep in my bed alone anymore. You wanna share it with
me?"
"Sure," I said, more than elated.
I jumped out of the sleeping bag and ran into his room. He was
already in bed, under the covers. His comforter was thrown off the bed,
but he was holding the top sheet up so I could get in. I did so, and he
dropped the sheet on top of me. He was lying to my right, and there was
only one pillow, so I snuggled in close to him. He was lying on his back,
and I was on my right side, facing towards him, pressed against his body,
with my head against his shoulder. The sheet was pulled down, covering
just our waists.
"Much better," he said, and played with my hair with his left hand.
I boldly put my left hand on his chest. I held it there for a
moment, and then I started to rub it in large circles.
"That feels good," he said.
I rubbed his nipples, and they hardened under my touch. I could
tell by the large bulge growing under the sheet that he was getting hard.
I followed suit, my own hard dick pressed against his hip. I moved my hand
down and rubbed his abs, then slid it under the sheet. I moved down along
his leg, avoiding his hard dick, and made my way again to his left inner
thigh. Once again I started rubbing his inner thigh up and down.
Eventually I touched his balls quickly, and he moaned slightly.
Emboldened, I moved my hand to his balls and stayed there this time. I
gently rolled his huge left ball in the palm of my hand, then moved on to
the next one. They felt so heavy in my hand. By this time I noticed that
where his dickhead was pressed into the sheet, there was a large wet spot
of pre-cum. I moved my hand up, and felt the base of his hard log shaft.
I cupped the shaft; the girth of it was so much greater than my own. He
sighed then, and I moved my hand up his dick and onto his head. My hand
touched his pre-cum, moistening it, and I moved it back down his shaft.
Then I started stroking him rhythmically, but slowly. His breathing sped
up and matched my pace. I pulled the sheet off his dick so I could see the
beauty of it clearly.
Eventually I started pumping faster, and he was getting more into
it, arching his back and shutting his eyes. His left hand moved to my
chest and started playing with my nipple. I started to leak pre-cum as
well against his hip.
As I pumped faster, he eventually came. He groaned sharply and
started shooting. His first shot landed on his chest, the rest hit his
stomach. I stopped pumping, and just held him then. He exhaled deeply,
and his dick grew soft in my hand.
"That was incredible," he said. "You didn't have to."
"I wanted to."
"Come here," he said, and pulled me up by the armpits towards his
face. He kissed me then, his mouth slightly open, and I opened mine
slightly. But after a second, he pulled away.
Then he reached down with his left hand and grabbed my hard dick.
He scooped up all the cum off his chest with his right hand and rubbed it
all over my pole. Then he starting to jerk me off with his right hand.
His cum made an incredible lubrication. He was able to pump very quickly,
and I came I no time against my stomach. The orgasm was incredible.
He let my dick get soft in his hand. Then he wiped us both off with
those wipes of his.
When we went to sleep, I was facing away from him on my side, and he
was spooning me, his dick pressed against my butt and his hand around my
chest. Sleep came fast.
DECEMBER 28th
When I woke up I was alone in bed. I looked at the clock. It was
almost noon.
I got out of bed and walked into the living room. Syd was fully
dressed drinking coffee at the table.
"Snow's melted," he said.
I looked out the window. Where there once was white there now was
green. An inch or so of snow covered the ground still, but most of it was
gone.
"I thought we'd drive into town, get some supplies."
That day seemed like business as usual. Syd didn't talk about what
happened between us the night before and neither did I. But I wondered
what he thought about where we stood. Maybe he was so horny from the
isolation of the storm that he did things that he regretted now. Or maybe
he was so comfortable with me that he would still consider having some sort
of physical relationship with me. I hoped for the latter, but I didn't
fool myself. Now that Syd could go out and have sex with beautiful women,
why would he want me? After all, straight guys get each other off all the
time when women aren't around.
But what made what we did seem beyond just two guys helping each
other out was his kiss.
As we bought groceries and ate out, I realized how much I cared for
this man, and how much I desperately hoped that my sexual explorations with
him would not be over.
That night Syd got the jacuzzi fired up and asked me if I was up for
a dip. He was already nude.
"Of course," I said.
I stripped. Syd came in from the outside.
"The ground's icy and cold," he said. "Let me give you a piggy-back
ride."
"I'm not afraid of a little ice, Syd."
"Hey,ya shouldn't turn down a piggy-back ride when it's offered to
you. It's rude. You would have never done that as a kid."
"Alright."
He turned around and kneeled down. I jumped onto his back, wrapped
my legs around his waist, and put my arms around his neck. My soft dick
was squished into his lower back. He walked outside, stepped onto the
stool, then down into the water. Then he sat down on a seat, with me
trapped behind him. My butt and back were against the jacuzzi, and he
leaned back into me, my thighs still wrapped around his midsection.
He started to rub my feet with his hands as we talked. I put my
hands on his chest and rubbed him there. Again I rubbed his nipple, and he
seemed to enjoy that. I moved my hands over his abs and got to his soft
shaft. I rolled his dick around in my hand, and he started to get hard. I
could feel the blood pulsing into his dick. I started stroking him then.
My own dick got hard at the same time. It was pressed into his
back, and I started to grind it into him. After a bit, he sat up for a
moment, and then sat down closer to me, trapping my hard dick under his
butt. My dick was then pressed along his crack. He started sliding back
and forth over it as I continued to stroke his hard dick. I almost came
when he stopped rubbing and stood up, his dick monstrously hard and only
inches from my face.
"I'm hot," he said. "Let's get out and wash this chlorine off."
I walked in over the ice, and followed him into the shower. This
time I was in the spot closest to the showerhead, facing away from him. I
turned on the water, rinsed off a bit, and then turned the water down to a
trickle and grabbed the soap.
"No, I want to do it," he said.
He grabbed the bottle of shampoo and squeezed some into his palm.
Then he started massaging my hair, sticking his fingers deep into my scalp.
Soon he was lathering his hands up with soap and rubbing my back with his
bare hands. He slid his hands over my butt, and into my crack, massaging
my butthole , then reaching forward and grabbing my balls. Then he got in
close to me and reached his hands around my body, washing my front. He
massaged my nipples carefully, and then finally got to my hard dick. He
stroked it up and down with his soapy hands, and then told me it was his
turn.
We slid by each other, our hard-ons touching as we went, and he
turned on the water to rinse himself. He faced away from me, spreading his
legs and putting his hands on the shower wall in front of him. I started
with his hair, like he did, and worked my way down his neck to his flexed
back. I massaged his butt for a while before I stuck my soapy hand into
his crack. I played with butthole, then ran my hand down his perineum to
his balls. I rolled them around in my hands and stroked them.
He turned around, smiling at me, the water hitting his back. I
soaped up his muscular shoulders, his huge arms one at a time, paying
special attention to his armpits. I soaped up his pecs with my hand,
pleasuring each nipple as I went, and on down. Finally I grabbed his
rock-hard dick, which had pre-cum oozing out of the slit. I stroked that
monster, but he stopped me before he could get off.
He pushed my back against the wall and lifted my thighs up to his
hips. I wrapped my legs around him and put my hands on his shoulders for
support. Our dicks were locked together between two soapy bodies. He
grabbed my butt with both hands and pulled me into him as tightly as
possible. Then he started humping slowly, grinding up and down on my
greasy dick. It felt amazing. I looked into his eyes, and he looked at me
with such intensity.
He shut his eyes, and moved his face towards me, his mouth opening.
I opened mine too, and he kissed me then, sliding his tongue into my mouth
as our lips met. I sucked on his tongue as it explored my mouth, and then
stuck my tongue into his mouth, licking everything, licking his lips. All
the while he had never stopped grinding and was moving faster and faster.
He bit my lip, licked down my chin, and returned to my mouth.
Pleasure shot through me as I unloaded, my cum smearing between us.
He came almost immediately after, his load mixing in with mine, and stopped
grinding.
He kissed me again, this time tenderly, and set me down. He turned
around and washed the cum off his body, then I did the same before turning
off the water.
After we dried off he seemed to get serious. "Let's talk in the
living room before bed," he said with a touch of melancholy.
I followed him into the living room, worried about what he would
tell me as we both sat down on the couch. After a moment he said, "Just
answer me one question. Are you attracted to guys, or are you just taking
whatever you can get?"
My face felt flush. I knew I had to be honest with him. "I'm gay,
Syd. Not even bisexual."
He looked distressed, turning away from me and rubbing his eye.
"That's what I was afraid of. I'm sorry, Jakey." He looked at me and
smiled. "Your life will be far more complicated than I had hoped. How
come you never told me before?"
"I haven't told anyone in the family. For all I knew you would have
disassociated yourself with me."
"I wouldn't have done that, ever. I thought you had more faith in
me than that."
"Well, what about you, Syd? Are you attracted to guys?"
"I can go both ways," he said.
"Well how come you never told me?"
"Because a man should be defined by his actions, not his thoughts.
I've only slept with women for years. For all intents and purposes, I'm
straight."
"Not anymore, Syd," I said.
He leaned back into the couch and sighed. "I know. This is too
weird. Jakey, if you want to, we'll stop this right now. Forget
everything."
I stood up, walked over to him, and straddled his lap, putting my
hand on his face and kissing him. He opened his mouth and flicked his
tongue on my lips. I pulled away.
"No, I don't want to stop."
He laughed then, and put his arms around me. "We're so different in
age. You should be out with kids your own age."
"Let me worry about what I should or shouldn't be doing, Syd. I'm
an adult. It's not like I'm quitting school to run away with you or
anything. We're not getting married, we'll just explore our feelings for
each other."
"Your mom is going to kill us."
"My mom hit on you, and there's more of an age separation between
you and her than you and me."
He laughed. "True. But she's still gonna kill us."
"Why do we even have to think about that stuff? Why involve people
who don't want to be involved? This is between you and me. I don't have a
long time with you before school starts, and I want to make it worthwhile.
We'll get to the future when the future comes along."
"Alright. But coming along in the immediate future is a workday for
me, and it's late. I'm going to bed. Do you want to come along, or do you
prefer the hard couch?"
"What do you think, you jerk?"
He grabbed me under the knees and lifted me up off the couch,
carrying me towards the bedroom. He sort of threw me onto the bed, then
jumped in with me. We snuggled up together, face to face, dick to dick.
DECEMBER 29th
The next day, I woke up to persistent buzzing. I opened my eyes,
quickly realized Syd was gone, and there was his fancy phone on his
nightstand, vibrating. When I looked at it, I realized he was getting an
incoming call from his work.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey," it was Syd. "Oh good, you have my phone. I left it by
mistake."
"Oh, goody. I'll spend the day calling all your female contacts and
telling them the guy's taken," I joked.
"Ha ha, that would take more than just one day, Jakey. Okay, I'll
be home in time for dinner. Keep my phone with you."
He hung up, and I got dressed. I went out, drove around the lake,
and went hiking. Being alone all day really gave me some time to think. I
realized that in spite of all the uncertainties of our relationship, right
now I felt blessed and really happy.
I stayed out longer than I had expected, and ended up hiking the
last half hour in the dark, walking down a road that bordered the lake and
had a good amount of traffic.
Syd's phone started to buzz again, and I answered it after I saw it
was coming from Syd's house.
"Hello?"
"Hey Jakey, is this cam workin' okay?"
I looked at the face of the phone and realized Syd had started a
video call with me. He had pulled his laptop onto the dining room table.
He was in his usual cowboy getup, his smile suave and sexy.
"It's working, Syd, I can see you."
"Where are you? I got all sad when you weren't here when I got
home."
"I'm just out for a walk, I'm almost there."
"We'll, just wanted to show you what you were missing."
He stood up, the crotch of his jeans coming into view. He started
to unbutton them in a teasing way, then showed me he was clearly not
wearing any underwear. He pulled his jeans down until his pubes and the
top of his dick were uncovered. I started to look around at the cars
passing me by, hoping no one else could see my phone screen.
He pulled out his penis completely. "See what you could be playing
with in person if you were here, Jakey?" he asked me, shaking his unit in
front of the cam. "Oh crap, someone's coming to the door," Syd said,
motioning towards the front of the house. "Wait a second, that ain't you,
is it? Jakey, did seeing my penis on display make ya run home like a
goddamn cheetah?"
"No, Syd, there's no way I could have run home that fast, as
incredible as it is."
There came a knock at the door. "Ah, hell, better put this away,
then. Wouldn't want to give anyone a heart attack when they saw the size
of the anaconda at the door."
He pushed his penis quickly back into his pants.
He walked out of the screen, towards the front door. He opened it.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Hey.," came an oddly familiar male voice. "Is Jake here?"
"No, but he should be home at any second," Syd responded.
"Can I come in?" asked the voice. It hit me suddenly as unpleasant
chills ran through my spine. That was Viktor's voice.
"Sure, make yourself at home," Syd said. I could hear Viktor enter
the house.
Oh, no, no, no. Syd, don't let him inside!
"Where is he? His car is here," said Viktor angrily.
"He's just out for a walk."
I started to run back home, looking at the screen as I went.
"I don't believe you, I don't fucking believe you! He's hiding from
me, isn't he!"
"Hey, you need to calm down, partner."
"Don't partner me!" Shouted Viktor. "You've been fucking him,
haven't you?"
"How is that any of your business?"
Suddenly there was shouting and rustling sounds. The view of the
laptop tumbled down, until I could only see someone's foot on the floor.
Then, it went black.
"Syd?" I asked through the phone. "Syd!" But there was no answer,
we had been disconnected.
I wasn't far from the house now; I put away the phone and booked it
as fast as I could run.
It was less than five minutes when I reached Syd's driveway,
breathless. I saw a familiar black sportscar parked next to Syd's truck.
I booked towards the door, which was lying slightly ajar. I stepped
inside the house. There was no way I could have been prepared for what I
was about to see.
Syd was lying on the ground. Viktor was lying on top of him. They
seemed to be locked in a frozen kiss. But there was blood on Syd's neck
and chest, soaking his shirt red. Viktor was moving. Syd wasn't.
At first I was stunned beyond action, and started to feel faint.
Then my protectiveness kicked in. I ran forward, grabbed Viktor by the
back of his shirt, and lifted him off my lover, throwing him to the side.
Syd lay there motionless, blood covering his body, his eyes shut. I
knelt down and felt his skin with my hands, trying to find his wound.
He flashed open his eyes and stared at me. There was blood all over
his face. He smiled at me sweetly, his teeth pink. I was so relieved that
he was alive.
I turned to Viktor. He wasn't moving. Blood covered his shirt and
neck. I put my hand to his throat. There was a puncture wound there.
I jumped up and ran for the phone. As soon as I had gotten hold of
it, Syd was there too, grabbing my wrist.
"Drop it," he said.
I stared at him, dumbfounded, but didn't move.
"Do it." He squeezed my wrist with such strength it seemed like I
would snap. I dropped the phone down, and he let me go.
I didn't say anything. I was trying to process what I had just
seen, but couldn't.
"You weren't supposed to see that," he said. "Of course, it came as
quite a shock to me when this little shit came into my house, screaming at
me to find you, threatening me. He was worthless, so I dispatched him."
He lifted Viktor up by the shirt. He stuck his hand in Viktor's
pocket and pulled out a knife. "See? He was truly insane. I had been
following him for the past couple of days when I figured out you two had a
thing. That guy was a real freak, fuckiong every guy he could. It seemed
like he had a fetish for black guys. No wonder he was into you so much,
there's not a lot of gay black guys to choose from `round these parts. You
sure know how to pick them, Jakey. Yours truly included, of course."
I felt sick, realizing I had been wrong about Syd this whole time.
How could I misjudge someone's character so epically? He was nothing but a
psychopathic killer.
Syd looked down at himself, frowning at the blood covering his
clothes.
"Hell. Usually I don't spill, but in the middle of slaughtering
him, I found those teeth of his. I knew they weren't vampire teeth, but
for a second I thought maybe he was something else, something new." He
unbuttoned his shirt, and threw it on top of Viktor.
"What happened to you?" I asked, the shock and betrayal knocking me
cold.
"I'm a vampire, Jakey."
I laughed at him. "You're crazy."
He looked angry. "That's what they always say at first."
I looked back at the blood covering Syd and Viktor and the floor,
the blood that was now on my hands, and I started to go black.
He was on the ground on top of Viktor's body, his fingers searching
through the dead man's mouth. "See? I should have known these were
fakes," he said. He pulled one of Viktor's fang extensions off of him, and
held it in front of my face.
"These little things aren't fangs," he said. He smiled at me, and I
swear I saw his normally average size upper canine teeth grow right in
front of me, extending and thickening until they were a couple inches long,
huge really. "These are goddamn fangs!"
I fainted.
*****
I must have been out for some time. I think I found solace in the
unconscious blackness, as it kept me away from the sickening new reality I
was faced with.
I woke up smelling Syd's cologne, and I realized I was lying in his
bed. I was naked and cleaned up. I looked towards the bathroom to see Syd
getting out of the shower. One glance through the open door into the
living room and I could see no sign of Viktor's intrusion or death.
Thank goodness, it had all been a cruel dream.
I tried to sit up, to get off Syd's bed, but I realized my hands
were caught on something behind my head. I looked back to see both my
wrists attached to the bedpost with a pair of handcuffs.
"No!" I cried as I was faced with the grim reality.
"Oh good, you're awake," Syd said, toweling off his hot body as he
came into the bedroom. "You hit your head when you fainted before. I
disposed of the body and ditched the car while you were sleeping."
"What am I doing in your bed?" I asked angrily. "Where are my
clothes?"
"Don't fuss. I put you where I thought you'd be most comfortable.
Unlike your boyfriend Viktor, I have no interest in molesting you when
you're unconscious."
My thoughts went to poor Viktor. He may have been a world class
jerk, but he didn't deserve what Syd did to him. No one deserved such a
cruel end.
"I've killed a lot of people, but he was one of the most
pleasurable."
God, Syd was some sort of psychopathic serial killer. It made me
ill to imagine the other people he had killed. Was he killing people while
I had been staying here? "How long have you been like this, Syd?"
"I was born a vampire, Jakey."
I shook my head. "You're not a vampire Syd. That's impossible.
You're just a person that needs help. We need to call the police."
"And how do you explain these?" he asked me, showing me his two
fangs.
"Some sort of weird implants, fancier than the fake ones Viktor
had."
"Uh-huh," he said, retracting the fangs.
"Vampires don't exist, Syd. Think about how illogical that is."
"Thank you Scully for that dose of rationality." I had no idea who
Scully was, and wasn't about to ask, either. Most likely they were some
figment of his imagination, brought to life by whatever delusional
psychosis he suffered from. He walked into the kitchen and then came back
with a plate of food. "I made you some dinner."
"I'm not hungry."
He turned around to face me. "It doesn't matter, you need to eat.
If you refuse I'll force it down your throat." He had grilled me a steak,
veggies, and a potato. "I'm going to unlock you so you can eat."
He set the plate of food on the nightstand, grabbed the handcuff
key, and unlocked me. As soon as he did, I shoulder slammed him right in
his bare diaphragm. I started to make a run for the door, but he
immediately grabbed me, tackling me. We tussled a bit, and then he quickly
overpowered me and hooked my right hand back in the cuffs. Darn, I knew he
was bigger than I was, but I figured I had a good chance of overpowering
him by surprise. Guess not.
"Don't even think about trying to win a contest of strength with me,
Jakey. Now you have to eat your meal with one hand." He grabbed the plate
and stuck it in front of me on the bed.
I tentatively took a bite.
He laughed at me. "Go ahead, I didn't poison you."
"Forgive me for not trusting you anymore," I said.
I actually felt quite sick to my stomach. Viktor's death kept
flashing through my mind. I thought I knew Syd, I thought I cared for him.
My time with him had been the happiest time of my life. I felt secure with
him. Now all that was shattered. I didn't know this man at all, so I
couldn't care for him. And I certainly wasn't secure with him. How did my
dream get twisted into a ghoulish nightmare? I wanted out.
"Eat it, unless you want me to feed it to you. Like a lover would."
"No thanks!" I said, grabbing the food and forcing myself to chew
and swallow it.
After I had finished, Syd took away the plate. "We have a long day
tomorrow, so we both need some good rest," he said. I couldn't fathom what
he intended for us to do the next day, but my fate couldn't be good. Not
unless I could find a way to escape.
Syd started to climb, buck naked, into bed with me.
"You're not sleeping here," I said, squirming to my side of the bed.
"Where do you suggest I sleep?"
"In the shower."
He laughed. "I'm sleeping right here, in my own goddamn bed. Try
and move me if you can."
I knew I couldn't, so I didn't try. He got under the covers with
me, his right side pressed firmly against my left.
"You can touch me if you want to, Jakey. I know how attractive my
body is to you. I don't mind."
"No thanks, Syd. If Syd's even your real name."
"It is," he said.
Even though my hand was locked to the bedpost, I could still roll my
body off the bed and away from him, which I did.
"Come on, really?" Syd asked me.
"I am not sleeping with you," I said. "I'd rather stay up all
night."
He got up with a huff. "Fine. I'll give you a choice. You can
stay chained up. Or, you can promise me you won't try to run, and I'll let
you sleep on the couch."
"On the couch," I said.
"Do you promise?" he said.
"Yes," I lied. I hated lying, but this was a life or death
situation.
He got up and ran around the house. At first I couldn't figure out
what he was doing. Then I realized he was unwiring all the phones. He
made a big pile of stuff on his bed including my phone, his phone, his
laptop, our keys, my wallet, everything that would be useful to me.
Only then did he unlock me.
"Sleep where you want," he said as he shut his eyes on his pillow.
"But keep the door open," he said as I made my way through his bedroom and
into the living room.
The room was dark, but there was a dark aura about this place too.
I certainly didn't want to sleep there, not after the violent death that
had just occurred. But I had no choice.
As I made my way to the couch, I thought I felt something wet
against my bare foot on the hard floor. I leaned down to look. Under the
couch, there was a large puddle of drying blood that Syd had missed when he
was cleaning up. I almost fainted.
I decided to keep that to myself and play it cool. I got on the
couch and pretended to be asleep. Of course, I could not sleep. All I
could think about was Viktor getting massacred right before my eyes. I
blamed myself. He would never have met Syd the psychopath if it wasn't for
me.
How could I have ever been so stupid to think that Syd ever really
cared about me? Clearly it had all been some sort of game for him. I had
been stupid to fall for him so easily, really stupid. Just a few hours ago
I had been on cloud nine, and now I realized all of that was an illusion.
Those kinds of thoughts raced through my mind for a couple of hours
until I couldn't stand just lying there anymore. I had to get away from
this evil place.
I got out of bed and quietly snuck into Syd's room. He was lying
there, snoring loudly, his body totally nude and sprawled right on top of
everything that I needed: the phones, the car keys. Given his penchant for
sleeping heavily, I figured I could roll him over enough to grab those
items without disturbing him.
I tiptoed towards his bed and lowered my hands to his body. I
touched his warm skin with my hands, getting ready to push him over.
Suddenly, I had a bad feeling about this course of action. I wasn't
positive I wouldn't wake him up doing this, and if he woke up, this
opportunity would be over. I removed my hands from his body and instead,
grabbed my clothes from his room. As I left his room, I gently shut his
bedroom door.
I through my clothes on quickly, making sure I was dressed for the
cold weather. I would have to hoof it to some gas station or something and
call the police from there.
Very quietly, I opened Syd's front door, starting right into the
barrel of a gun. It started me so much, I jumped back in surprise. Syd
was standing right in front of me in the frame of the doorway, completely
naked, with an old fashioned revolver in his hand, aimed right at my face.
"Just as I guessed," he said. "You're a lying sonofabitch, Jakey."
"Thank you, pot," I said in response. "At least I only break my
promises in the name of saving my life. How'd you do it?"
"I was fake sleeping," he said, shutting the front door behind him.
"And as soon as you were leaving, I ran out the back and waited for you in
the front. Now, I'm done playing nice for one night. Back up into the
bedroom." With the gun in my face, I had no shot at freedom. He pushed me
into his room and grabbed the handcuffs from his bedpost.
"Alright, you win, I'll sleep in your bed."
"Nah-ah, too late for that, Jakey. I'm not in the mood anymore."
He pushed me into his bathroom, opened the cabinet below the sink, slapped
his cuffs around the metal pipe, and then slipped both on my wrists.
"Nighty night, sweetheart," he said to me.
"You expect me to sleep like this? On your filthy bathroom floor?"
"If you want, I can bite you, Jakey. There's a little trick my kin
have. My bite, if I choose, can knock you out."
"Keep your fake fangs away from me, crazy," I said to him. "The
only reason I would get knocked out from one of your bites is because I
fainted."
"Alrighty then. Goodnight." He jumped back in bed, while I was
left on the bathroom floor in a position so uncomfortable, there was no way
I could have fallen asleep. Not that I would have in any case.
I was way too fuming to sleep that night.