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Flip -- Chapter Six
I woke up alone.
I figured Ryan had gone to take a shower or something. I got up and started
picking up dirty clothes, especially the cum crusted tee shirt from last night
and putting them in the laundry basket. Eyeing the stain on the bed from the
(now obvious) big load my boy emptied onto the sheets last night, I went ahead
and stripped the bed too. I loaded it all into the washer and started it off.
That meant all I had to wear was my bathrobe. I smelled bacon cooking and
walked into the kitchen where Ryan was standing in one of my tee shirts frying
bacon.
"Shoot! I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed" he said.
"Very nice of you, but I'll take breakfast at the table" I said smiling.
This kid was something else. I felt a feeling I wasn't exactly sure what to call. I thought to myself I may be falling in love with him. Surely not, I've only known him about a week or so. But there was no denying it. I enjoyed his company and didn't want to be apart from him. I'd gotten so used to him sleeping with me, the bed felt cold and empty without him there. I walked up behind him and leaned around and kissed him on the cheek.
"What was that for?" he asked.
"Just for you being you" I told him. He gave me a quick smile and started stirring some concoction in a bowl.
"What in the world is that?" I had to ask.
"One of the few things my mom could do right is cook" he said, "and this is easy biscuits. I found the flour in the refrigerator; I hope it's okay that I used it."
"Sure. It's from back in the summer, I made a cake for Bennie and Randy when they were celebrating a year being together" I said.
"See, all you need is flour, butter and sprite" he said, "Only, all we had was Mountain Dew, so they may taste a little funny."
He mixed the dough and cut out biscuits using a juice glass and quickly stuck them in the oven. He pulled the bacon out and put it on paper towels to drain then got out the eggs.
"How do you like your eggs" he asked.
"Over medium" I said. He cracked an egg and dropped it into the hot bacon grease and started frying it. He asked me to get two plates out of the cabinet while I wasn't doing anything. He put our bacon and eggs on the plates and checked the biscuits and pulled them out. It was all pretty damn good considering what he had to work with.
"Thanks for the breakfast, you're going to make somebody a good partner someday" I told him.
He looked happy that I liked it. The washer had stopped so I went and put the load into the dryer. When I came back, he was washing the dishes, so I went and stood beside him and dried after he rinsed them. We made a good team.
I glanced at the clock on the microwave and realized what we just ate was really more of a `brunch' than breakfast. It was almost 11:30. We needed to get ready since the place that didn't exist (Badcock) was delivering the furniture after lunch. We jumped in the shower together and for once we just washed. Since we were supposed be doing some more work, we put the overalls from yesterday back on and grabbed jackets since the temperature outside was supposed to drop throughout the day.
There was an AmeriGas truck there when we pulled up, and Randy was directing them where to place the tank. That's what friends are for. I was so glad he knew what I needed and had it all arranged.
"Here's the homeowner now!" he called to the tech. The man walked over and got me to sign his tablet, taking delivery of the tank and approximately 300 gallons of propane. The lines into the house were pre-existing but he said he would have to do an inspection to make sure there were no leaks. I had not even been into the basement where the furnace lived yet; I guess Randy has seen more of the house than I have. It took the tech about an hour, but everything checked out. He said their records showed there was service here about two years ago. I thought the house had been empty longer; it was good to know it hadn't. While the tech was there, Randy pulled the Rinnai tankless water heater out of the truck and consulted with the tech on how to hook it up. He said it seemed pretty straightforward, they shook hands, and the tech went to his next appointment. Randy took the water heater into the house and started working on installing it. Meanwhile, Bennie called us to come help him upstairs.
"Which one of these do you want to be the master bedroom?" he asked. I wasn't sure so I had him re-measure them. It turned out that the one Ryan had been using was just a little bigger that the other one by six inches in width.
"Six inches can make a difference" I said to Bennie.
"You can say that again" Ryan mumbled. Bennie and I both looked at him and he blushed, we busted out laughing.
Bennie started showing how to strip the old, yellowed wallpaper from the walls. It needed to come down before we started painting the room.
"Have you decided on the crown molding?" Bennie asked me.
"I'm not sure what would look good" I answered. He said in rooms as big as these we might get away with something up to 2.5 inches. He pulled some patterns up on his phone and showed me. I agreed it would be cool and asked him how much time it would add to the job.
"Not much, maybe a couple of hours?" he said. I agreed as long as he made both bedrooms match.
Randy called us from downstairs and said the truck was outside. We went down and laid plastic from the roll Bennie brought in for the delivery guys to walk on. I just had them bring it in and put it down anywhere, we'd arrange it later. Me and Ryan went out and got the area rug off the car once the delivery truck was gone. By the end of the day, we had a living room, kitchen paint completed, hot water and heat and had the one bedroom stripped for sanding and painting. One good thing about the house was that at some point in the past somebody had paid to have central heat installed, so the hard part of running ductwork was already done. Before summer, I'd have to get somebody to come out and install AC to go with it. I was glad I wouldn't have to use window units; they look trashy to me. I started to wash my hands, but Randy said not to use the water until he had a chance to check everything for leaks. We called it a day, locked up and went back to town.
We were both worn out from working so I just stopped at Wendy's on the way back to the house. They had a new chicken parmesan sandwich that looked good so we both tried that. It turned out to be pretty good for fast food. When we got in and settled Ryan turned on Netflix and watched the last two episodes of that Wednesday show about the Addams Family character. I kind of zoned out and may or may not have fallen asleep during it. Wink, wink. When it went off, everything got very quiet.
"Can I ask you a question" Ryan said.
"You just did" I answered.
"Ha ha" he said.
"What's the question?" I asked him.
"Well...Have you ever had somebody do that to you?" he said pointing at his butt.
"Yeah" I said and told him about how me, Randy and Bennie used to all play around.
"Did you like it?"
"Yeah. I like being a top better, though"
"Oh, okay" he said, I could tell he wasn't done with the conversation yet.
"But, if you found the right guy, would you let him...uh...do you?" he asked, looking at his hands. I figured out where this was headed, he wanted to try topping.
"Yeah, maybe" I said. We sat quietly for a minute. He stretched and yawned and got up to head to bed.
I turned off the lights and went to brush my teeth, he joined me, then we undressed and got into bed. I figured he would be ready to go, but he went to sleep instead. I lay in the dark with the erection he'd just caused pointing at the ceiling for a while until I finally fell asleep. We slept like the dead most of the night. I woke up with a finger poking my asshole. At first, I played off being asleep. I glanced at the clock -- it was 6:10. He kept poking his peter between my cheeks, but he just wasn't big enough to get it inside me in this position, especially since he didn't have any lube. I acted like I was moving around in my sleep and rolled onto my stomach. When he went to move over me, I spread my legs wide apart. He poked at my hole, and I quit acting asleep and handed him the Vaseline, then reached around to help him. I rolled my hips to lift my ass, he stuck a dab of Vaseline on me, then pushed all the way into me, causing me to yelp. It wasn't that he was big, but I hadn't taken a dick in a couple of years.
"Slow down there pony" I whispered.
"Shhh...Breathe babe, just relax" the little bastard whispered in my ear, "Push out like you're taking a dump..." his smart ass continued, giggling.
"Just wait till it's your turn again" I told him.
It took him a few minutes to find his pace, but he got it and started railing me like a pro. Once I got into the swing of bottoming again, I started squeezing down on him and I heard him kind of gasp, so I knew he wasn't going to last very long this first time. He made it about ten or twelve more strokes before collapsing on my back and trying to push his entire body into my butthole. His head was laying on my shoulder and he was panting in my ear. The whole encounter didn't last but about ten minutes.
"Well, what did you think?" I asked. More panting.
"Awesome...but I think I like being on the other end better...less work" he whispered. I smiled to myself. It was fine with me if he liked bottoming better, more ass for me.
"Speaking of more work. You're not done. A good considerate top always gets his bottom off" I said turning over and freeing my rock-hard cock. He took a deep breath and slid down to take my dick in his mouth and give it a good working over. I didn't keep him working long before I fed him an early breakfast protein shake. We kissed and he shared some of his prize with me. I got up and went to the toilet and ejected his offering into the commode and got into the shower, he joined me to get cleaned up and ready for the day.
Randy had half his body inside the fireplace insert doing something, and I could hear Bennie cussing upstairs so I went up to see what was going on. He was working on the last corner of the cove ceiling in our soon-to-be-bedroom. He said he'd mitered the last piece three times already and it still wasn't matching up. He trimmed it one more time and fitted it in place; it looked perfect.
"Guess I just needed you in the room" he said. We spent the next half-hour going over the walls to make sure everything was smooth as possible before starting to put the primer on. The master bedroom was going to be dark, hunter green, but before we could start the painting it would have to be primed since we just took off that wallpaper. He loaded the sprayer with the primer, and I went down to check on the progress in the living room. Ryan was sitting on the hearth facing Randy's body with his legs sticking out between Randy's. If you were just a person walking in off the street, it kind of looked like he was giving Randy a blowjob, but his head was actually tilted back so he could see where to shine the flashlight for Randy.
"He's got two more screws" Ryan said, "he's attaching some pipe thingee to the firebox thingee."
"You gotta stop with all that technical jargon, you're confusing me" I told him. He stuck out his tongue at me.
The cordless drill made a couple more sprrrts and Randy ducked his head out and said the install was done, but he still had to run electric over for the fan. I noticed when he walked away from the fireplace that there was a pronounced bump in the front of his clothing. I guess proximity to Ryan does that to people. He'd already drilled through the fireplace toward the wall outlet to the right. He said he could tap into the wiring there and fish it over. He set about taking the cover plate off and the box out of the wall to access the wiring. I went over and sat on the plastic covered couch and watched him for a minute. Ryan came over and sat by me. My arm shot out and around him as if second nature. He molded into my side, but only for a minute.
"Ry, go and flip off the breaker I showed you" Randy said. Ryan jumped up and went out to the cellar entrance and shortly after there were two bangs on the floor. Randy connected the new wire into the circuit and ran a long tool with a hook on the end from the fireplace toward the outlet. He told me to watch for the hook. I went over and watched for the hook to reach the hole, grabbed it a pulled it through. Randy pulled the wire through to the new box on the side of the fireplace and started wiring the switch for the fan. As an afterthought, he turned around and banged his fist on the floor twice and a second later the fan in the firebox came to life. He tucked the wires in and screwed the plate on and declared the installation a success. A few seconds later Ryan showed back up and plopped down beside me. About that time I heard Bennie say `Fuck!" loudly and I jumped up to see what the problem was now.
It wasn't anything major, he'd just oversprayed onto the crown molding in one area. I took a damp rag and wiped it off.
"How about cutting in next to the molding with a brush?" he asked me.
"Sure" I said, "why didn't you paint before you put up the molding?" He gave me the look of death, so I let that subject drop. I stood on the ladder and cut up to the bottom of the molding all the way around the room. The primer was soaking in, Bennie said it was going to have to have a second coat after this one dried, so we went down and joined the others. With the firebox install done, Randy had moved on to tiling the kitchen. Since Ryan had apparently subbed on as an apprentice, Bennie and I started laying plastic to get ready to paint the living room. Unlike the bedroom, this would be relatively easy as it was paint directly on the already painted plaster walls. We used traditional roller and had the room painted in `Macaroon' according to the painter's color chart. To me it was kind of a golden/yellow. While we were painting, I kept glancing over at Ryan working in the kitchen. He was a natural, Randy was basically his assistant at this point just handing him tiles and watching him go. When they got to the wall, Randy took over and showed Ryan how to measure and snap the tile. He only had to show him once, my boy was just that good.
"Bennie, we've got a new tile man" Randy said. Ryan blushed.
"No need to blush, son, you do that like a pro" I said.
On the way back to town, Ryan fell asleep in the car. He'd had a long, but productive, day. I woke his so we could get into the apartment, and he sluggishly pulled off his work clothes and stumbled to halfway brush his teeth, then collapsed into the bed. I finished up getting ready for bed then joined him. I thought he was asleep, but he leaned over and kissed me, then was out like a light. I opened my laptop and added the latest receipts into the spreadsheet I'd made. So far, I was right around $10K into this place. If it was a normal flip, I'd be getting nervous, but I planned on probably dying in this house, so I looked at it as money well spent.
We both slept soundly until I had to go the bathroom. I woke Ry up when I got up, so he came and stood beside me, and we joined streams in the toilet. When I went back to lay down, he made as if to climb over me but stopped, sitting on my legs, and put his dick up against mine. I was hard in about 12 seconds. He moved up until our balls were touching and started to stroke both cocks together. He pulled a washcloth from somewhere and laid it out on my stomach. I guess he wasn't wanting a midnight shower. We were both kind of sleepy, so it took a long time to build up, but eventually I felt him stiffen and his thin load shot all over my dick and onto the cloth. He kept going and just the eroticism of it helped me over the edge and I blasted a huge load onto the washcloth. He folded the cloth and cleaned up the stray drops. I turned off the lamp and we returned to blessed unconsciousness again.
Lambodara 12/18/22
Joyeux noël, y'all!