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Flip -- Chapter Eight
We didn't get done, but we got everything in place and did actually get the toilet hooked up so we wouldn't have to go back to town if we needed to shit. I suggested that we set up the spare bedroom and the guys just stay here tonight, that way we could get an early start tomorrow before they leave on their trip. They set up the bed and I dug though my boxes to find the queen size sheets and blankets. Afterwards we kept working in the bathroom until we were just too tired. Ryan and I stripped and got into bed, a quick goodnight kiss and we were gone.
The room was still gray, but the sky was almost white-looking outside the window. I guess it was the thumping sound that woke me up. I looked over and Ryan was awake too, he had a little mound straining to push the covers up.
"They been at it for a while" he whispered to me when he saw me looking at him. As soon as he said it, I realized what the thumping noise was.
"I think they may be onto something" I whispered back.
"Yeah, at least one of them is onto something" he giggled. My dick had started getting hard as soon as I'd seen Ryan's morning tent. He grabbed me under the covers and jacked me a few times, then smelled his hand.
"I love that smell when it hasn't been washed" he whispered. I did the same to him. His scent made my cock want to burst.
Ryan crawled over and straddled me. We didn't have any lube here, so he started applying spit to his hole. I started doing the same to my dick. He reached back and moved it around until I was in position, and he started impaling his small ass on my cock. He was holding his breath as he went down, so I had to remind him to breath. He let out his breath and sat down flat on my thighs with my dick balls deep in his ass. He sat like that a minute, and we could hear the thumping getting a little faster on the other side of the house, so he started moving up and down and we made our own thumping noise. The sound from the other room turned into that of a headboard slapping against the wall. I adjusted my position and started pounding Ryan's ass. The slapping sound was speeding up in the other room. Ryan moved around and leaned back so I was hitting that certain spot up inside of him. The whole situation was so erotic I couldn't hold on long, too much stimulation. The slapping was at a ridiculous pace now, Ryan was slamming his ass down bottoming out on me on every downstroke. I grabbed his rigid little peter and started beating it double speed. A sound like a bear growling came from the other bedroom as one of the guys (I'm pretty sure it was Randy) came. I lost it then and flooded my boy's rear end with a huge load just as he shot a stream that hit me in the forehead and left a line down my chest. The rest of his load puddled in my navel. We stayed there breathing like we'd just run a marathon.
That was when it dawned on me, we didn't have a towel or anything to clean off with. I whispered to Ryan to be very careful when I came out of him. I tiptoed into the bathroom and found a rag we been using to clean up excess silicone sealant and tiptoed back in the bedroom to wipe off. Ryan had gotten out of bed and was holding his cheeks clenched and made a run to the bathroom to sit on the throne and let loose the cream filling that he was holding. I heard the toilet flush and then talking in the hallway. Ryan came back in blood red from blushing.
"Bennie had to so the same thing I did" he whispered, obviously amused, "He's got a big one."
I laughed. Bennie did have a big one, it was probably pushing eight inches. I didn't think he'd be walking around naked in a strange house though. We got cleaned up as well as we could, and I stood at the bathroom door and told Bennie we were going to run up to the café and bring back some breakfast. For some reason we were starving this morning. When we got back, they were sitting on the plastic covered couch. Me and Ryan took our biscuits out and passed them the bag. The second bag had four bottles of orange juice; I figure we might need some vitamins after all the work we'd already done this morning.
The bathroom was finished before lunchtime and Randy and Bennie had to leave to get packed. We went back to the apartment too to pack some more boxes. I wanted to go ahead and move all the food; refrigerators work more efficiently when they have stuff in them. We packed all the food from the cabinets and filled two ice chests with the contents of the refrigerator. My smart boy loaded all the towels and washrags from the bathroom in a box, then threw in the shampoos and soap. We loaded all that in the car and still had room, so we took all of Ryan's clothes and a pile of mine which went into the back seat, then we headed to the house again. Riding down the road I kept smelling myself, my underarms had gone from that sexy funk to more of a rotten onion yuck. I lifted my arm and blew the smell toward Ryan. He scrunched his face up and then stuck his hand into his overall and brought it out and held it under my nose; it smelled a little like fish, but better.
Once we got all the boxes into the house, I loaded the refrigerator and Ryan put up the food into the pantry. I grabbed the bathroom box and told him to come on. We went up and tried out the new tub. The shower wasn't usable yet, that would have to wait until the guys got back and put up the tile. I ran the water and flipped the switch for the jets; nothing happened. I guess they ran out of time to hook the electric up before they left. Oh well, I sat back, slid down and wet my hair, lathered up and rinsed, then rested myself against the back of the tub. Ryan came in, dropped his overalls, stepped out of them and into the tub and sat down between my legs. He raised his arm and blew toward me, and I got a whiff of stinky boy that was trying to make me hard again. Instead, I pushed him down and wet his head and shampooed and rinsed him. He sat back up and I soaped the washrag and started washing him. He kept sliding around for me to reach everywhere and all the commotion was causing me to throw a rod up his spine. I reached down and skinned his peter and cleaned it off. It got stiff in my hands again. He turned around in the tub and started washing me, especially under the arms. He said I smelled gross right now. He got to my dick and pulled the skin down and ran a soapy hand down it and held the skin back with the other hand as he came back up. I was throbbing hard again. I rinsed the soap off it and soaped my hand and reached under him to clean his hole. I could still feel a little slickness from my cum; I ran my middle finger in and out until he felt clean.
The water in the tub was right nasty. We got out and dried off while the tub drained. I rinsed the tub out, so it didn't get a ring. Ryan gathered up our clothes into a pile and we got dressed. The one thing none of us had thought about was laundry; there was no laundry room in this house. I mentally added that to our list. For now, we could take stuff back to the apartment to wash it, but that was definitely not a long-term solution. I got dressed and went downstairs and started figuring out a solution. Before we remodeled the kitchen, the washer had been in the kitchen. There wasn't a dryer, I guess they'd used a clothesline. I told Ryan my idea and said why not use the hookups in the basement? I still hadn't been in the basement. He told me to come look. We had to walk outside and open the bay doors to go in.
They had built somewhat of a cellar; but it only went under part of the house. It seemed to run under the kitchen and dining area. Sure enough it had a set of very old hookups for a washer and there was a plate covering a hole where the dryer vent probably was. The problem to me was, having to go outside every time I wanted to do laundry. I measured from the outside of the house to where the basement ended and went back in the house. We'd have to do a little insulation down there, but I drew up a way we could install stairs and still have room for the kitchen table, I thought. I'd run it by the guys when they came back. In the meantime, I decided that maybe me and Ryan could get that closet started upstairs. Randy was gone with his tools so we'd have to go by the storage place and get my reciprocating saw and a few other things. We locked up and headed over to the self-storage place which was right by the apartment complex. While I was getting the tools out, Mr. Nosey was poking around in the boxes and found my photo albums.
"Is this your mom and dad?" he asked, thrusting the book under my nose.
"Yeah" I mumbled.
"Why don't you ever talk about them?" he asked.
"What's there to talk about?" I said, maybe a little snappy.
"Sorry" he said, "I didn't mean to make you mad."
"My parents aren't criminals or anything. We just don't see eye to eye on most things" I told him, "I haven't seen them at all in about...wow, I guess it's been eight years now."
He turned the pages, looking at all the people there. He recognized the old photos of Bennie and Randy but stopped on a page with a bunch of pictures of one guy.
"Who's this guy? He's obviously somebody you like" he asked. Liked, past tense I thought to myself. I didn't have to look up to know who he was talking about. The handsome guy was mom's youngest brother, Kyle.
"He's the reason I got kicked out of the house" I told him, "My uncle Kyle. We were close, too close. He's only 5 years older than me. He taught me all kind of things when it comes to sex. We were in the middle of a lesson when my dad came in the room. Half of Kyle's dick was in my mouth and his finger was in my ass. Things kind of went downhill from that point."
"Wow, that's kind of intense" he said.
"Yeah. Dad told Kyle to get out and not come around anymore or he'd call the police, then he told me to get out. Mom cried and tried to talk to him, but he wasn't listening. I put some clothes in a backpack and went over to Bennie's. I figured dad would cool off. When I went back the next morning, all my clothes were in a box on the porch. Mom tried to come to the door, but he started screaming at her, so I grabbed the box and went back to Bennie's. I didn't know what else to do. My dad called Bennie's dad and Randy's dad, and in a few days, we were all homeless."
"Damn! No wonder you felt sorry for me" Ryan said.
"Anyway, Bennie had an uncle like mine. His Uncle Dan wasn't going to let us be homeless, so he helped us find a cheap apartment and co-signed for us. We worked our asses off to pay that rent every month. The first couple of months we only ate because of the food pantry at the church down the street. As we got better at doing things our business took off, and here we are."
"What happened to your Uncle Kyle?" Ryan asked.
"I'm not sure where he is now. One of my cousins said she thinks he's in Atlanta, nobody's sure" I said.
He tucked the album back in the box where he found it and came over and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a quick kiss.
"Let's get all of this pile into the car and we can go" I said as I pointed to the pile I'd set aside.
I started by cutting a small hole from where we'd made the peephole before. I cut up to the joist and then roughly drew the shape of a door. I squeezed in between the two wall joists into the space. Crap! I thought, its open to the attic. There was no insulation between the space and the attic. The floor felt sound, just needed some kind of flooring. This was a bigger space than I thought at first. Now I was thinking about moving the laundry up here. It would make short work of washing clothes, being right next to the bedrooms and bathroom. Backing up to the bathroom meant the water was already close enough to fork from. The space measured 8 feet wide by 10 feet deep. The washer and dryer would only take up 30" or so, that would leave plenty of room for a big walk-in closet. I took pictures on the phone and texted them to Bennie to see what he thought. He texted back a thumbs up and a few minutes later sent a text that started off "Randy said to go get..." and proceeded with a long list. I texted okay. Then a few seconds after that, he texted back and said "Randy said never mind, we'll pick it up on the way back. His new stepfather Steve doesn't like faggots in his house. See you afterwhile." I showed the message to Ryan. He said, "That's weird, I like faggots in our house." We hung plastic over the hole to keep the cold out and also closed off the spare bedroom before heading down to make some lunch.
Since the guys were coming back, I decided to make spaghetti -- not my real spaghetti this time, just the jar stuff although I did doctor it up to make it taste better. It was an okay way to break in the new cooktop. I got some Coles frozen garlic bread and stuck it in the oven so we could try the oven out too. Me and Ryan were starving so we went ahead and ate as soon as the pasta was ready. I left it out on the stove so they could just warm it up when they got in.
I sent Ryan upstairs to find us a throw blanket and I started taking the plastic off the couch. We laid down to wait for the guys to get back. I piled up the throw pillows and put them behind me and Ryan sat between my legs and laid back on me. Under the blanket he pulled my arm under his shirt, so my fingers were resting on his nipple. His head rested on my chest, and my half hard dick was nestled in the small of his back. I thought about playing around but lunch had made me sleepy and before I knew it we were out for a nap.
Lambodara 12/22/22
Jingle bells, y'all!