Date: Sun, 7 Oct 2007 17:29:41 -0500 From: J.J. Subject: Getting Kicked Out of the House-Part 6 From the time I was 11, sometimes at night I'd lay awake fantasizing about situations my best friend Kelly and I might somehow find ourselves in. And it WAS a sexual fantasy even if at the time I didn't know such a thing existed. Not that it matters, but at the time I was still more interested in snakes and bugs. In fact, I guess I could have filled out two pages of things I was more interested in at that time. But in my fantasy, we would be kidnapped. Usually by just one very bad man, although occasionally there might be a whole gang of them. We would be tied up (after putting up a heroic fight), taken deep into the woods miles from anywhere, stripped naked and then after having our modesty violated mercilessly, we would be whipped. Horribly so, although to my credit I always ended getting the worst of it. I'd almost be DEAD. Even if I always made a remarkable recovery. The recovery would be after the bad guy(s) had LEFT us there. Naked. Miles from anywhere. So we only had each other. And that's pretty all there was to it aside from curative rubdowns that simply HAD to be performed, because else we wouldn't be able to recover. Some of my better ideas in regard to indignities to be endured came from Fox's Book of Martyrs. The torturing part I could do without, but some of the positions those martyrs were tied up in looked really interesting. And they were always naked. Even if the good parts were never shown. So far you have met the J.J. of "Understanding Sex" who at times is nothing more than a manipulative little smart mouth. But he likes to tell funny stories, so hopefully that's an endearing quality. While he's fairly honest about what he wants sexually, he's also willing to admit how uncertain he is about this. Things don't always work out, but he remains optimistic. And I suppose up till now his exploration of sex has been mostly playful and innocent, perhaps maddeningly so at times. The J.J. of this story isn't at all uncertain about what he wants, but with the possible exception of part 1, his personality has remained pretty much the same. (Part 1 would have been awfully humiliating, you know.) But in THIS part J.J. is about to explore his dark side. Which comes very close to being downright masochistic. If you want to see this side, read on. But if you're not partial to heavy male dominance/submission, then do NOT read any further. Even if in the end I'm going to be trying to figure out WHY. Because maybe I need to. Getting Kicked Out of the House-Part 6 I Turn My First Trick and My Adventures With Alexi Begin The bus got to Jefferson City around six in the morning. I got something to eat, found out what city bus would take me out to the north side of town on U.S. 63 and not very long afterwards I had my thumb out again. But this was after getting out of my jeans and shirt. Well, it WAS hot and sticky, so that was as good an excuse as any and having nobody to tell me I COULDN'T, I did. Back down to my gym shorts and shoes and as always, when I first noticed my dick and balls jiggling and bouncing freely underneath my floppy gym shorts (and I almost always DO notice) I almost popped one. And Just THINKING that I was going all the way to Minneapolis like gave me a little preliminary squirt. Well, I had no choice, now did I? Didn't I get hustled out of my bed in the middle of the night dressed like that? So was this a "getting even with dad" sort of thing? Yeah, I GUESS so, but then the truth is, I really like the feeling. Because after all, Sam would have bought me some if I'd let him. Shit, now I could buy some myself.. but I didn't want to. Although one should keep in mind that while trying to catch a ride with a very noticeable tent might be helpful in getting the right kind of ride, it might also cause Granny Easily-Shocked to make a quick 9-1-1 call, so... well, shit. the feeling was hardly NEW, so I soon enough forgot all about it. For the most part. So anyway, I was just walking along the shoulder. Every time I'd hear a car coming, soon as I figured it wasn't a county mountie or anything, I'd stick my thumb out. Only it didn't seem like my luck was turning out to be all that good. One old farmer picked me up, but he was only going about five miles as it turned out. And no, he wasn't interested in no fun and games. Didn't have much to say, really. Which is just as well, because I wasn't much interested in him either. But THEN about half an hour later, one DID pick me up. Stuck out a clammy palm to shake my hand and said his name was Paul. Real weak dishrag kind of handshake. Right off I was thinking whether he was or wasn't, I didn't want to ride all that far with him, so when he asked where I was heading, I just said Columbia, which was only about 25 miles up the road. He was sort of fat (around 250 or so) and flabby. I could smell Listerine on his breath. I think he overdid it a bit. But ANYway, after a few minutes he goes, "So you been getting your share of pussy lately?" So I'm thinking, "Well damn! Pretty soon I'm going to be up to 50%" but I answered, "No, not really" and to be honest, if he'd dropped it right there, it wouldn't have bothered me any being wrong about him, but of course he didn't. No, after remarking how surprised he was to hear I WASN'T getting a whole lot, being as cute as I was and all, he soon enough wondered if I'd ever had a blow job. And by then he was rubbing my leg and moving upwards. Which did excite me some. I would have been a lot more excited if his hand hadn't been so sweaty, but it wasn't what you'd call HORRIBLE. But playing innocent I shyly said no I hadn't ever had one. I guess I might have been little more convincing if I'd let Sam buy me some undies, and I THOUGHT about that just as his hand started moving inside my gym shorts, but actually, he had no comment about it. He did say I had a nice one though. Well, maybe to him it was. But like I said, he just didn't turn me on, so there's really not much I can do to make my account any more exciting. It didn't take him long to get my shorts off. Shortly afterwards he turned off onto a county road, found a good place to park and went to it. Well, OK, he WAS good. Had me squirming all OVER the seat. So it didn't take very long to get me off. He said there just wasn't anything in the world like little boy cum. Then he wondered if that was really my first time. As convincingly as was possible I told him yes, it was. It's sort of hard to be real convincing when you're all out of breath, but I just had no desire to return the favor, nor did I want to get poked by him. No, I was looking for someone who DID turn me on. And while he seemed a bit disappointed by my answer, he didn't press the issue. Only before we reached Columbia, I started having second thoughts. I ALMOST asked if he wanted to fuck me. I don't know, just because, OK? Well fine then. Let's do a quick review here. I'd taken Timothy's eight and half inches up my ass quite a number of times. It never stopped hurting, but from the very start I LOVED it. And I guess the pain was part of the turn-on. But then he never TRIED to hurt. It was always on my back with my knees even with my face or doggy style. And then Sam did me a couple of times but he tried to be gentle as well. And he was only about six inches. Elvis did me several times, and lacking experience, he WASN'T gentle, although before it was over I did manage to give him some pointers. Like when I sat on him. "Just let ME do most of the work, OK?" But then he wasn't real big either. But you know what? All at once the IDEA of being a whore slut boy excited me. So I ALMOST asked Paul if he wanted to fuck; I'd do it for $20 (I had no idea what the going rate might have been); but in the end I got cold feet. Cause maybe he'd be pissed at me ASKING for money. I mean after all, he'd given me blow job, now I'm asking for MONEY? Then I started SORT OF hoping he'd just rape my ass. Shit, I almost got hard again thinking about how it might go down. I mean he wasn't saying a whole lot anyway. So I'd be looking out the window and I'd spot an old barn about to fall down and I'd think to myself, "Yeah, that would work. All at once without warning he'll turn off the road, we drive up to that old abandoned barn and he says `OK kid, me and you are going to take care of a little unfinished business. Get out of the car!' and next thing I know, he's got me stripped naked except for my shoes and socks up on a hay bale on my hands and knees with one hand planted in the small of my back pushing down a little so my ass will be up at the proper angle and he's just pumping me good and proper with long steady strokes. I imagine I'd have an open-mouthed look of consternation. Well, I guess SO, because I forgot to imagine him LUBING my poor little hole. YEOUCH! And slow and steady like, good heavens! THIS is going to take awhile! Well maybe he'd better make me suck on it for awhile first, I mean we got to have SOME moisture, don't we? Oh, the things I think about. So maybe it represented a defense mechanism on my part, since sooner or later I probably WOULD have to do something like that. But then on the OTHER hand, maybe I just like thinking about it, period. But anyway. He let me out about in the middle of town and told me which way I needed to go to get to 63 North. And once again, I ALMOST asked him if he wanted to do a little more; shit, I'd do it just for a ride out, because the area I was being dropped off in looked pretty rundown; but I couldn't get it out. Maybe with whoever was next, I would. That's what I told myself. Maybe a big rawboned dude with a weather beaten face and a firm handshake. And so for a little bit I was thinking about just sitting on the curb for awhile. So you know, if somebody passing by happened to look over, he might all at once notice that I didn't even have on any underwear... but no. While I don't guess there's a law that says you HAVE to wear undies, it still might attract the wrong kind of attention. Like a curious cop, for instance. No, I didn't need that, in fact I decided to put on a shirt for awhile. At least till I got out of town aways. Well, I'd gone about two blocks when this Hispanic looking guy pulled up beside me in a van. He looked to be around 40. And he said, "Hey little dude, what's happening?" I shrugged. "Nothing much" and I looked at him questioningly. Which under the circumstances was good enough I guess, I mean I COULD have looked down and told him I was going right around the corner or something, but I didn't. Just sort of looked at him like "What you got in mind?" "So you up for any action, little dude?" "Depends" I said. I hoped I was playing it right. "Well hop in and we'll talk about it. Where you headed?" So I'm guessing I'm up to four out of nine now. I got in. A bit shyly I suppose, and told him was hoping to get out to the north side of town. Then I looked at him questioningly again. And he was sort of looking ME over. I swallowed hard and asked, "So what kind of action we talking about?" "So you turn tricks, right?" "Sometimes." Shit, I sure hoped this dude wasn't a cop. Well, if he was, I didn't think he was going to be taking me in, because I could see he was getting turned on. And I was too. I was turning my first trick. I was just about scared shitless, but I was really DOING it! "So you ever take it up your ass?" Yeah, this was definitely it all right. "Sometimes"...but I decided not go to off on the deep end quite then. At least not if I could help it. "I mean I don't like it when they try to make it hurt real bad, but I have." "So I take it you haven't being doing it that long." "No, not really... but I have.." "Well, I don't want you freaking out on me, so I'll lay it out for you, all right? FIRST I'm going to be a little rough, but it won't last long. It's just a game, all right? It's going to be like I'm about to rape your ass, but that's only until you submit, all right? You cool with that?" "Yeah, I guess." "$25 sound all right?" "Sure." (COOL! I LIKED this guy.) "So we ready to roll?" (I nodded my head yes.) "Well, SHOWTIME!" and with that he abruptly stepped on the gas and screeched into an alley. Like he was pissed OFF. I'm glad he mentioned how we were going to start out playing a game because otherwise I might have shit my pants right then and there. Then about halfway down he SLAMMED on his brakes. And that might have done it too. Didn't have my seat belt on either. But I managed to brace myself with my hands. "All right, YOU! Stay right where you are!" and with that he JERKED his seat belt loose, FLUNG his door open, ran around front, (you're SURE this is all an act, right?) JERKED my door open, grabbed me by my arm and yanked me out. Then he twisted my right arm back behind my back; almost hard enough to hurt; and started marching me towards a row of dumpsters. I had to hop pretty fast just to keep from being dragged, which really COULD have been painful with my arm behind my back like it was. In no time at all, we were behind a dumpster and surrounded by more dumpsters. So we were pretty much hid back there. Damn. I sure HOPE this is a game. He pushed me up against the dumpster. If I'd been taller, he might've pushed me INTO it, but then that would have been sort of counterproductive I guess. No, he pushed me up against the dumpster and yanked my shorts down to my knees. Then thankfully he let go of my arm, although he still had a hand right above the small of my back. I heard him spit a couple of times. Hopefully not on the ground. Then he pulled on my right ass cheek and all at once a spit-coated finger was pushing up into my hole. And wiggling about. Then TWO fingers, probing, stretching... actually, it hurt some. "You know what I want?" "Yes!" I sort of gasped. "So I can take your little ass with your head hanging in this dumpster with what spit you can get on my dick with your mouth, or we can do it the easy way. Which way you want it?" (Weird, ain't it?) "I'll do it anyway you want, just don't do it here, OK? PLEASE, mister-" "Good. Good. So let's go back to the van" and with that he started marching me back, except my shorts were still down around my ankles and he had two fingers fishhooked up in my hole, just pushing me right along. Pretty interesting sensation, really, and fairly effective. Except I was about to trip over my shorts, so I managed to kick one foot free. The other foot I was sort of dragging along trying not lose them completly. We reached the van. He popped his fingers out, opened the door and told me to get up front again. "OK, up you go" and he almost gently boosted me inside. With a flood of relief, I sat down. So I guessed the rough stuff was over. Shit, that wasn't so bad. I started to pull my shorts back up, but as he climbed behind the wheel he said, "Nah kid. Just leave them down at your shoe like that. I think it looks sexy. ... So we're just going to drive to a spot I know where we don't have to worry about anything, that cool with you?" Trying very hard to act unafraid, I said sure. Thing about serial killers is you never know until it's too late. But they act real nice up until then, you know? So you never can tell, but he SEEMED OK. "Could you roll your shirt tail up a little? You'll look REAL sexy that way" (I rolled it up a little past my belly button) "Yeah man! You one sexy little boy, know that?" Then he reached over and started playing with my dick. while being propelled back to the van, it had been about straight out, then as I started entertaining dark thoughts it wilted quite a bit, but in no time at all he had it standing straight up. Only about a half hour after Paul's blow job. Guess I was excited. "Just getting you warmed up a little" he said, "You got a cute one. I like it" then he let go of it, unzipped and popped HIS out. And oh my GOD! Turned out it was oh about 7, maybe 7 1/2 inches, but the GIRTH... I mean GEEZ! Let me put it this way. I couldn't get my fingers around it. I started slowly pulling on it, but I probably looked a bit doubtful. "Don't worry kid, I'll take it as easy as I can, all right? It'll fit, all right? But I'll go easy. ... Well, almost there." It was secluded all right. He killed the motor, then opened middle console and got out the K-Y. "Let's get in the back where we'll have more room." So we were about to find OUT if it was going to fit. And I sure was hoping it would. Because I was fairly sure it was GOING in no matter what. Which wasn't a comforting thought. But anyway. We got in the back seat. The sliding rear door was left open. He folded down the front passenger seat. Nice feature. He got undressed. It looked like a club. He wasn't a real hairy person, a little bit of a belly, but overall not bad. He lubed me up very well, lubed his club, then pulled me up until the top of my head was touching the back of the seat, pulled my legs wide apart and pushed them back. Then supporting himself with his hands he started eas-ing it in. For awhile I was beginning to wonder, but FINALLY after a few minutes, pop, it went past my spincter ring. At LAST! Eased it in a little more. I definitely felt filled up. Then he touched my button. So the pain was still there, but it did start fading into the background. Panting from exertion, he started slowly sawing in and out (but not ALL the way out, we didn't want to go through THAT again), getting in a little deeper, a little deeper still... until all at once I could feel his coarse black bush tickling my ass cheeks. And it was at THAT point that he suggested a change in position. So he pulled it back just a little (still deep inside me though), then with his hands supporting my ass, we carefully lowered ourselves down until I was sitting on the seat with my butt pulled forward to about the front edge. I still had my legs opened wide as possible, so my right foot was resting on the raised track for the door, my left was up against the back of the console. He eased down until he was kneeling. We were both panting and bathed in sweat. Then he resumed the in and out. Only he was doing all the work. Sitting in that position, I couldn't really hump to meet his strokes, I was just letting him pump it in and out. Well, I WAS contributing, I mean after all it was IN me... and it still hurt, but... WOW! It was a TRIP! He started to pick up speed and every time he hit my prostate, my dick would jerk a little. I was looking at myself, with my shorts down at my right shoe, my legs spread open, that big dick of his pistoning into my hole, feeling it building and building... then he stopped. And started pulling out. WHAT?!? "Just gonna pull out a minute here... Want to try something else?" I was easily talked into it. "Yeah..sure" I panted. "So I'm gonna have a seat here... sort of catch my breath... then you climb up with your back to me... put your feet up on my knees and... ease yourself back down on it. Think you can handle it?" Well I'd sure try. And...I did. Eas-ed myself down, and with a little help from him, it went right in. Tried sitting down all the way. GASP! It had something to do with the angle. Even if I got a real nice ZING. Prostate, you know. But ANYway, we finally got it choreographed and before long we were off to the races once again. And that was pretty cool as well. Because it really wasn't fair for him to be doing ALL the work, so anyway, before long I was sort of humping up and down (it was a bit tiring, but after all I was young and horny), he was sort of humping up to meet me on the way down (SEVERAL really nice ZINGS) and I don't know HOW long we were at it, but all at once I felt that big powerful dick start convulsing and blasting away. It was AWESOME! It was like something alive was thrashing away. (Well, DUH!) Yeah, well, it felt awfully good. Like a big python. Imagine that. OK, a SMALL python then. And KABLEWY! there I went right behind him. First two shots hit me right in my face. I mean oh my GOODNESS! Then without pulling out and hugging me up against his chest, he got up and carefully and gingerly stepped outside. THEN he pulled out. With a little pop and a fart and a squish. Or something. I mean I'm not exactly sure about the squish part, but it was real messy. Which is why he walked us outside. Not having anything else handy, I cleaned myself with my shirt. He said not to worry, he'd give me enough extra to buy another. But I had a couple more in my backpack anyway. Sometimes I guess I analyze things almost to death. But I don't know, it was such a trip because it was with a complete stranger. We didn't even know each other's names until when he was buying me something to eat at a McDonald's drive through window. (His name was Mike.) But to give yourself completely to someone you've never seen before in your entire life (and probably will never see again), well, it's a trip. Doing that repeatedly might eventually be much less of a trip; I know that; but that first time was UNREAL. Surreal? So I give up, but you know, trusting someone who's possessing you so completely (and living to tell the story with no ill effects) ...now THAT was one hell of a ride. But anyway, he ran me out close to the edge of town on the north side. So still feeling like I was floating (and just a bit sore) I started thumbing again. But I was just walking up the road with my thumb stuck out, that's all. Because I really wasn't expecting to GET a ride, the idea was to first get out beyond all the intown traffic. Then I'd get serious again. To my way of thinking, acting like I WANTED a ride entailed my facing the oncoming traffic. So I'd almost reached that point when up ahead I saw someone ELSE thumbing, and he looked to be ALREADY serious as he was facing the traffic. So of course he was facing me as well. Which posed a dilemma. I was getting tired of walking, but it looked like I was going to have to keep going until I was far enough beyond this other person so anyone who might be interested in picking either one of us up wouldn't have to make a decision on which ONE of us to pick up. I've always had trouble with rejection. This other person looked to be about my age. And he was almost dressed like me. He had a shirt on, only it was drapped around his neck. (I hadn't put on another.) He was wearing cutoffs. Real short, too. And as I got closer I definitely couldn't help but notice that he looked pretty cute. Dark brown hair, sort of long, maybe about an inch taller than me and fairly skinny. But he also looked to be a bit pissed. Well, it wasn't MY damn fault, but I could understand why he might be and I don't like confrontations. But I wasn't going to head back the way I'd come either. because I was going NORTH. So I was going to just keep walking. And I wasn't going to stare at him. Even if I wanted to. Which I did, because I could tell those cutoffs were some he'd outgrown. TIGHT. So I wanted to take a closer look... but I couldn't. It's not a good idea to be staring at somebody's crotch in a strange town. Even if you've just turned your first honest to goodness trick, it's not. Especially when it's somebody who looks to be about your age, then you just don't want to let on. Well, I sure don't. So trying not to act nervous, I was shuffling past him. I figured I ought to say SOMETHING though, so feeling the color flood into my face I managed, "Sorry. I'll just keep going until we're not in the same-" "Just what in the fuck do you think you're doing anyway?" And that of course would be the boy in the cutoffs. Who wasn't hardly any bigger than I was. So I wasn't going to act like a scared little kid. Because I WASN'T a little kid. Not anymore, I wasn't. Although I did have trouble making eye contact. But I said, "I'm thumbing, just like you. But I didn't know you were going to be up here, that's all." "You're not thumbing, you're just fucking things up." "Well, soon as this traffic thins out-" "If you're going to THUMB, you have to act like you WANT somebody to pick you up, dummy." This was not going well. "Well, I managed to get THIS far anyway." "Yeah, so where you coming from?" "Mississippi, actually." I felt like I was starting to do a little better. My face didn't feel quite as flushed. I wasn't stammering. So I looked up at him. And while he still looked a bit out of sorts, he also seemed to be slightly amazed. "Are you fucking SERIOUS?" "Yeah. Really. I am." "Where you going?" "Minneapolis." "Minneapolis, Minnesota." "Yeah, right." "Damn!... So you're not from around here. I knew I hadn't ever seen you before." "So anyway-" "So let me ask you a question then, OK? ... You trying to hustle?" Which was a very unexpected question. And I hoped I didn't look guilty. "What do you mean?" "Dressed like that and you trying to act like you don't know what I MEAN? Shit, if I was dressed like YOU are, I'd have to start giving out numbers or something." Dawning recognition on my part. So I don't know, I guess I looked at him sort of hopefully. Shit. If I hadn't just gotten my ass fucked, my dick might've ripped a hole in my shorts. Well, one thing my look accomplished, all at once he knew I knew. And I knew HE knew. Not to mention that I knew he KNEW I knew. And HE... well, I could go ON with this I guess... but... "So you want to get something to drink?" He motioned over at a 7-11 on the other side of the highway. "Yeah, I guess" I said hopefully. Mind you, I wasn't sure what exactly he had in mind, but... he was cute. And I'm not EVER going to turn down a cute kid about my age, not even if I just got my ass GANG banged. "But let's get one thing straight, OK? I don't have any interest in your little boy cock, OK?" Oh. Well, I could always hope... "And I really don't have a WHOLE lot of interest in you messing with mine either. ... So we straight on that?" "Yeah, I guess" I answered with only a slight note of disappointment. I mean after all, he hadn't completely ruled that last one out. I was hoping I could at least get a look at it, not that it looked HUGE, but it definitely filled out those way too tight cutoffs. And at least I could now glance at it every now and then, so that was progress. Damn! I wish he'd been in my gym class. (That's pretty much what I was thinking.) "But I was just wondering... you ever play any games?" Carefully I asked, "What do you mean?" "Rough games." (By then we were crossing the store's parking lot.)... "You want a Slurpee, what?... I'm buying. So what'll it be?" (I can't believe this. SURELY he's not saying what I THINK he's saying, he COULDN'T be. Is there something in the water around here?) After he returned with our Slurpees, we sat down on the grass outside. Facing each other. He took a loud slurp, then after a second or so to allow his throat to defrost he said, "See, there's these two guys? And all they want you to do is just watch. ... I mean if you want to, then- Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Don't you have any UNDERWEAR?" I quickly adjusted myself. "Yeah, well, I DID, but... well, it's a long story if you want to know the truth, but-" "Damn! I might try that sometime myself. But anyway, all you really have to do is just watch. I mean it's a game, OK? But I mean if later on you want to do MORE than watch, well, they're cool with that too... so you interested? I just need to call them first, that's all. So what do you think?" "How old are these guys?" "Dunno. Thirty, forty, not really sure. But they're cool." "Watch what?" "I never REALLY know THAT myself. ... That's what makes it interesting, you know?" Then no doubt noticing that I still looked a bit dubious, he quickly added, "And look at it this way, you get to see me naked. ... And then some." So I sure did start pitching a tent in a hurry. Or at least a little tent, just a slight stirring is all, but under the circumstances... well, he WAS cute. And I am insatiable. Really. I am. He laughed. "So I take it you're interested then?" "Sort of looks that way I guess. ... So OK, I am then." "Well, you're going to have to do SOMETHING to get it back down before we get there, you know." "How far is it?" "A mile or so. We'll cut through the woods a little ways." "Well by THAT time, I'll probably be so scared, it'll go into hiding or something." "Nothing to be scared of, really. ... And I'll fill you in a little more while we're walking over, OK? How it's going to start. So you're in?" "Yeah" I said somewhat breathlessly. But it's a good damn thing I didn't have all the details right then. After a minute or so on the pay phone, he hung up, turned slowly, then shrugged and started walking quickly back. But he had a somewhat dazed look. And he was talking to himself under his breath. Which is not a good sign. But soon we were walking back towards town anyway. "So it's on, right?" "Yeah... but.." He took a deep breath. "There's going to more than just two." So finally I managed, "Well, exactly how many are there going to be then?" "Well...ummm...twelve?" My jaw dropped. "TWELVE?" "Yeah, but it's still cool. You'll see. 'Cause Phil don't take shit off ANYbody, that's why. See, it's his place. And wait'll you see him, he's like a damn Marine drill sergeant. I think that's what he was really, and NObody's going to get out of line, no way." But I got the impression he was saying that as much for his own good as mine. I squeaked, "TWELVE?" All in a rush he continued, "But all you have to do is just watch. That's all you're SUPPOSED to be doing at first, OK?" Damn. I needed to get this all sorted out. Which was difficult. And things might not necessarily come in their correct order. But let's get this figured out. So. One- TWELVE??? ... Shit, why don't we just rent the Civic Hall and make it around a 1000? Well, better not think about that right now. And anyway, he said I didn't HAVE to get involved. So OK. TWELVE guys are going to be doing some rough stuff to... "Uh, by the way, what's your name?" "Alexi. And what's YOUR name?" So I told him. So OK. TWELVE guys are going to be doing SOMETHING to Alexi. And he's going through with it. And I already said I was in. TWELVE guys aren't going to doing stuff to him at the same damn TIME are they? How the fuck COULD they? Well, I don't know, but now I'm feeling like I ought to be around for him, just in case. Exactly what I'm going to DO if he needs help I don't know, but at LEAST I would have tried. And maybe I should stop thinking about how many there are for a little bit. "So OK, how's it START then?" By then we'd cut into the woods. "We're going to show up and Phil going to act like he's really pissed. He's going to say something like, `I THOUGHT I made it CLEAR to you that you were NOT to be bringing any of your little friends around. Didn't I make myself CLEAR enough?' and I'm going to be acting like I'm about to piss myself; which I might be... I mean fuck, TWELVE?... but really, I've had it worse, at least in a way... but... well OK, so then he's going to say something like, `Well, since you ignored what I had to say about this, your friend is just going to see what happens!'.. or at least something like that... Hey, you want to stop a minute? We got to make sure we're on the same page, OK? You want to burn one first?" That sounded like a good idea. I needed to get TOTALLY wasted for THIS. But really, where to start? Shit, I only got to ONE on sorting things out. So forget that. "You said you've had it worse? What do you mean?" "Some guys like to make it really hurt. But it's cool. It's just a game and I LIKE it that way. But with Phil, there's ALWAYS been at least two, and a couple of times it was three, but twelve... Damn! This is going to be fucking WILD! I mean UNREAL!" Well, I DID notice that he was getting a boner talking about it, so we were going to do it, that much I was sure of. But no need to rush into things. "So OK, he's going to MAKE me watch, right?" "Yeah, he'll tie us up or handcuff us or something." Oh. "But once we're tied up you don't know exactly what's going to happen after that, right?" "No. That's why it's so cool. ... You ever feel like that?" "Sort of" I allowed. And that's all I said about it. "Shit. I'm getting hard just thinking about it. First I was sort of nervous, but NOW... so you ready to go? Let's just pinch it, OK?" Yeah, well, we COULD have talked about it for awhile longer, but... "Well, I got one more question, OK? Like you said if I WANTED to get involved, you know, later on... So if I DO, is there going to a cue or something?" "It'll be something like him asking if you want to take part of my punishment or something. You just got to play it by ear, that's all. But it's still up to you. ... But if you do, you still have to wait until he says something, OK? I mean no matter WHAT! Think you can do that?" Punishment. Oh shit. This was going to involve more than him having to stand in the corner for awhile. A great deal more. And it was going to involve me too. I knew that. It had to. And all at once, I was hard as a brick. Soo... after telling me to put on a shirt and to leave my backpack at edge of the woods, we were walking across Phil's LAWN. Right up to the front DOOR! I wasn't hard anymore. It was an old two story white frame house. With a big front porch. An innocent looking porch swing was over to the left. Two totally innocent looking potted plants sat at the top of the steps. Six steps. An old timey door bell. Funny what you notice when you're about to wet your pants. To be continued And oh by the way. I would like to make it clear that I have nothing either against or in favor of Columbia, MO, it's just a town I picked off the map, that's all. Any comments may be sent to jjjanicki@gmail.com I will answer the good ones. And thanks for reading.