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Flip -- Chapter Five
Getting Ryan out of bed Friday morning was a nightmare. Losing his virginity made him sleep like a log. We had to get up and get him ready for school. I reached over to shake him and figured out both of us were covered in dried cum crust. I finally got up and halfway carried him into the bathroom and shoved him under the cold water. That woke him up! I laughed as he fumbled around trying to get the hot water started and pressing himself against the back wall in the meantime. I got in with him once the water was warm and helped him get clean for school. He was very touchy when I cleaned his little pucker; it wasn't looking like a repeat performance was in the cards for tonight. We got dressed, him in semi-fancy clothes for his school Christmas party and me in more normal everyday attire. I dropped him at the school, and I set out to get my Christmas shopping done.
I didn't really have much to get; just had to pick up the new smelter and some tools I'd ordered for Randy. Bennie's gift was being shipped. He was getting the tool storage system that takes up the whole truck bed with the two drawers underneath. The only other person I was buying for was Ryan. That would be the challenge because. regardless how intimate we've become; I still didn't really know him that well. I knew one thing I wanted him to have was an phone, so my first stop was going to be Verizon. I added a line to my account and activated an iPhone, just like the one I have. I figured teenagers would like video games, so I went to Target and picked up a PlayStation 5 and a couple of games. I was thinking about how Ryan seemed to like my old worn-out overalls, which led my mind into thinking about what he would look like in old worn-out overalls, which led me to the thrift stores. The first thrift store didn't have any, but the second, smaller thrift store had just what I was looking for. They might be just a little big on him, but he was a growing boy after all. They were washed enough to be very soft and as light colored as mine. They were only $3.50, so even if they weren't perfect, it was no big loss. With the electronics, I'd already laid out over $1500 for him. I figured I better stop. The only other things I bought were stocking stuffers and groceries for Christmas dinner. I shot by the apartment and hid the gifts, then went to pick Ryan up.
I got to the school a little early and had to wait about 20 minutes. I spent the time texting with Bennie about which appliances I wanted in the kitchen. I decided on the black stainless Frigidaire refrigerator and Bennie talked me into mixed power in the cooking department. It was going to have a gas cooktop in the counter and electric oven in the wall. He texted back about doing a tankless water heater, but Ryan was coming out, so I told him we'd talk later. Ryan jumped in the car and started taking off clothes. He'd worn a tee shirt under his button-up shirt and despite being December it was close to 70, and hot inside the school. He had little pit stains and when he turned to lay the shirt in the back seat I caught a whiff of pants-tightening teen funk.
"You hungry?" I asked.
"Not really, we had chips and cake and cokes at the party" he answered. I turned and headed toward the furniture store. Bennie said he would have the stain sealed by the end of the day tomorrow and we'd be able to put stuff on it by Monday. When I pulled in the lot to park Ryan started laughing.
"What?" I asked him.
"There's no such thing" he said between laughing fits.
"I don't get it" I said. He pointed at the store's sign.
"There's no such thing as Badcock" he howled. I rolled my eyes, but I'll admit it was kind of funny.
"I don't think that's how you were feeling last night" I kidded.
"It wasn't bad, just kinda hurt for a while" he said.
We walked in and immediately got accosted by a salesman who was our constant companion throughout the store. After about an hour, I'd picked out a living room suite and two bedrooms. Delivery was scheduled for late afternoon Monday for the living room, and I asked him to hold the bedroom furniture for me until the rooms were ready. While we were doing that, Bennie and Randy had gone and picked up a load of kitchen cabinets to start on as soon as the floor was done. He shot me a text with pictures. Everything looked good.
It started raining and getting kind of chilly, so we went home. I made us some hot chocolate and we snuggled up on the couch and we watched TV until bedtime. I guess his butt was still not feeling up to a repeat; he wore his underwear to bed. I followed his lead, even though I was a little disappointed that sex was off the table tonight. He still snuggled up to me, and I put my right arm over him with my hand right above his left nipple. My mind drifted to thoughts of finishing the house and I fell asleep to thoughts about a big area rug I'd seen and how it would look with the furniture we picked out today.
I blinked several times and squinted at the clock -- it said 3:22. I hated to get out of my comfortable position, but my bladder was about to bust. I carefully untangled from Ryan and tiptoed into the bathroom and pissed for what felt like five minutes. I made sure to be very quiet as I went back to bed, and I very softly slid under the covers. My left shoulder was kind of sore from laying in one position, so I turned on my other side, leaving me back-to-back with Ryan. In a few minutes I was out again.
When I woke up again, there was sun in my eyes from the window and the clock was showing 7:07am. Sometime in the night Ryan had turned over and became my big spoon. I could feel his rock-hard little prick trying to poke a hole through my underwear. I carefully turned over without waking him and pulled his briefs down below his ball sack and started nursing on his little hot dog. I sucked on it, making it jump, then started forcing my tongue into his nozzle and swirling it around. He'd woken up at some point and he reached down and pulled his foreskin all the way down so I could attack his head. I traced the ridge of his glans with my tongue, following the depression where the shaft meets the head, then made my tongue into a point and started licking his dick hole. He humped forward and his dick went down into my mouth. Once I had most of it, I went ahead and swallowed the rest, resting my nose right above his little red moustache. I set a pace and bobbed up and down while also playing with his balls. I had my left hand flat on his stomach and I could feel when it started tightening. I left his balls and slipped a wet finger down to his ass. He kind of tensed up for a second as the finger entered, but then relaxed, at least until I picked up my pace on his dick. I was coming off his dick as I started rubbing his prostate and his stomach went tight as a board as he started filling up my mouth. I traced the tube with my tongue until I'd coaxed every drop out of him, then rolled over on my back and said, "Good morning".
"Good morning!" he sighed, "It's not as sore this morning."
"I didn't figure it was. If they stayed sore nobody would ever fuck" I told him. He gave me a little punch on the arm and got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the shower start so I got up and joined him. He started washing me again. This time when he got the part when he would be cleaning my cock, he didn't stop. He reached around me and took hold of my dick. I went hard in a split second. He pressed himself tight against me so he could get a good grip and proceeded to jack me off until I creamed all over the shower wall. Then he softly rinsed off my dick and the cum on the wall before turning off the shower and pulling me out where he proceeded to dry me off too. I leaned down and kissed him, and we went and got dressed.
I decided he was going to get one Christmas present early since we were going to work on the house. I pulled the thrift store sack out of the closet and tossed him the overalls and told him to try them on. He pulled them on his naked body and fumbled with the fasteners at the shoulders. I went over to help him, showed him how to work the fasteners, then stepped back to look. They fit him better than I thought they would, and without underwear there was a little pushed out place where the button fly was. He opened a drawer and pulled out a t-shirt and unfastened the overalls which fell to his ankles. He stepped out and got a pair of underwear on, then pulled the overalls back up and refastened them by himself this time. While he was pulling on his socks and shoes, I went ahead and got dressed. We ate some Pop Tarts and milk and headed out to the house.
Bennie was already there, and Christmas music was wafting through the walls. I opened the front door and was immediately shooed back out. He was busy rolling on the sealant and grabbed the door out of my hand and locked it. Ryan laughed at me, and I playfully kicked his butt. The back door was open, so we went in, but the kitchen didn't have much room, it was full of boxes of tile, buckets of thinset and concrete backer board. The top box of tile was open, so I pulled a tile out to show Ryan. Bennie had hung plastic between the living area and the kitchen to keep the dust down to a minimum while he was sealing the floor.
`If you guys are wanting to help you can start laying the backer board, I've already sanded all the high spots in the subfloor" Bennie shouted from the other room. I'd helped him on some other houses we'd flipped so I went to work. It would be a learning experience for Ryan too. I opened a bucket of the thinset and started spreading it on the edge that abutted the living room. Once I had enough floor covered, I had Ryan bring over a piece of the backer and we set in in place and started screwing it down. Once I'd prepped a few pieces, I let him try one. He was having trouble getting it evenly covered the first time but improved with each piece. It only took a couple of hours and we had it all down. Ryan thought we were done. I shook my head and started filling the cracks and taping them; it was like doing drywall except on the floor.
"Now can we start tiling?" he asked.
"No, it has to dry for 24 hours. We'll be able to start tomorrow" I said.
"The hardwoods will be mostly dried by then too" Bennie added from directly behind me. He'd finished the living room and came in to check my work.
"Looks good" he said, "about time for lunch, isn't it?"
I looked at my phone, it was 12:46. There's really nothing close by except one a gas station with a little country café inside.
"Let's go try that place" Bennie said, "sometimes the hole-in-the-wall places have really good food."
We all loaded up in Bennie's truck with Ryan in the middle. We'd all worked up a sweat this morning, so Ryan was in hog heaven getting little whiffs of masculine musk from both sides. When we got out of the truck, I caught him tugging to adjust himself before walking into the building. I looked over and Bennie had seen it too; he gave me a wink. The place was very busy which was a good sign. It was standard fare -- hamburgers, hot dogs, chicken fingers, fries and handmade shakes. Although her nametag said `Glenda', the woman behind the counter kind of reminded me of Flo on the old TV show Alice. Everything she said included a baby, honey, or sugar. "What'll you have, sweetie" for example. I knew what was coming; Bennie was always a smartass with those kinds of people.
"What can I get you, sugar?" she asked. Bennie put on his best country act.
"I reckon I'll have a cheeseburger, fries and a sweet tea, darlin'" he said.
"You want fries with that, honey?" she asked.
"Sure, sweetie" he replied, "and a sweet tea to with that too, dumpling."
"Okay, baby. Have a seat and I'll bring it out" she said.
If she noticed, he was making fun we couldn't tell. She just took our orders and told us to have a seat. Bennie seemed kind of disappointed. This place wasn't set up like a regular café, it just had two big, long tables with benches. We ended up at the end closest to the wall with just room enough for the three of us. It looked like most of the guys were dressed like us, workers and farmers. I asked the man across the table if the food was good. He said "Y'all haven't ever eat here? You're in for a treat. Best burgers in Lauderdale County". Glenda brought our food out about 10 minutes later, piping hot off the grill. She served Ryan, then me, leaving Bennie till last. "Here's yours, Mr. Smartie-pants" she kidded. Bennie turned red. Me and Ryan both laughed. She gave him a little smirky smile and went back behind the counter. Our fellow diner was right, this was undoubtedly one of the best burgers I'd had in forever. No wonder this place stayed packed. We'd definitely be back. On the way out, Bennie stopped to apologize for acting silly. Glenda said, `No problem', she was used to it.
The problem with having such a good lunch is the sleepiness after. We got back and were all in slow motion. Bennie got the paint out of the truck, and we lethargically managed to get the kitchen painted before we called it a day. We quit early, around 4:30. We'd gotten a lot done in one day. The furniture was due to be delivered tomorrow. Bennie said he was going to run by the hardware store and get something to lay over the floor, so they didn't scuff it up. That reminded me we needed to go pick up the area rug I'd ordered before they closed; we'd have to make a run for it. We ran out and asked Bennie to lock up. We made it to the place about five minutes till closing. The clerk wasn't super happy to see us, but since I'd already paid for the rug, all he had to do is get it out of the back and we were out of his hair and gone. I was glad he had some twine to tie it off on top of the car. There was no way it would have fit inside. We got to the apartment and took the rug inside so it wouldn't get soaked with morning dew, then got settled in for the evening.
Bennie came into the living room in a tee shirt and sweatpants; it was obvious he didn't have any underwear on underneath. I went and got changed and dressed the same to see where this might be headed. He seemed more like a little kid tonight. I sat down on the couch, and he scooted over so I could wrap my arm around him. We watched some stupid show on television, and he fell asleep next to me. It was only around 9:30 but I turned off everything and got him on his feet and half-carried him to the bedroom. He sat on the bed grumbling as I undressed him, then sleepily slid his naked form under the covers. I added my clothes to the pile and flicked off the lamp.
I woke up to him playing with my dick again in the middle of the night. It took me a minute to get conscious enough to realize he had it about half hard and positioned at his back door. The more woke I became the harder I got, and I pushed forward a little, only to find he'd greased himself up with the Vaseline again. I stayed still, determined to not scare him. With one small hand around the base of my cock, he started pushing himself back onto me. He was having trouble with his body's determination to keep the sphincter shut. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Just breathe in and out and push like you're taking a dump." I heard him take a deep breath and relax then he pushed back again, and I started easing into him. I gave a small push and got it in past the ridge. He immediately tensed up and sucked in a sharp breath.
"Breathe, baby, just breathe. Relax..." I cooed in his ear. That helped and soon I was sliding in until I was flush against his ass. I pushed hard to get every millimeter inside and he let out a little grunt, followed by a soft moan. I stayed still for a while; the only movements were my dick throbbing and what I assumed was his hand massaging his own little dick. I was determined this time was going to be gentle lovemaking, not a violent fuck like we had last time. I gently pulled back until only the head was left inside and then slowly slid back in. I continued this internal massage for a long time. Ryan began to get impatient; I could feel him increase the pace he was beating his meat. I sped up a little and he started pushing back to meet me, so despite my original plan I ended up pounding him (or at least as close to pounding as I could do, laying on our sides). I hit the point of no return after a minute or so of this and started filling his ass up with fresh cream. I started to pull out after I finished, but he whispered for me to leave it in him. He was flailing away at his little spike now, and seconds later he grunted, and his sphincter put a death grip on my dick as he blew all his boy juice onto the sheets. I knew there was about to be a major mess on my side, so I reached beside the bed and picked up my tee shirt and put it under us before I pulled out. I could feel the cum run down his ass cheek onto the shirt. I told him to push it out and it made a wet fart sound as the remainder plopped onto the shirt. I cleaned us up and kissed him on the neck and we passed into heavy sleep.
Lambodara 12/17/22
Feliz Navidad, y'all!