Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2012 20:00:29 -0500 From: Sean Williams Subject: The Trap, Chapter 12 The Trap Chapter 12 It started getting dark at seven; nights on the beach were cold now. That meant summer was over and fall was here. From the window of the beach house, Colby could see the road that lead to Princeton; the semester was already in full swing: rich kids had bought their fall wardrobes weeks ago and hired tutors to do their homework for them. The auburn-haired coeds (and some of their male counterparts) had already begun sleeping with the snooty British professors. There was golf and rugby on the weekends, trips into New York on the train for candlelit dinners or barhopping. This was all happening as Colby sat staring out of the window of Rider's beach house: he was sixty miles away from campus, left behind, with no hope of ever going back. R-I-I-I-I-I-N-G-G-G-! "Shit, that's the oven timer," Colby yelled, hopping up. He ran into the kitchen and threw on his apron. Then he threw on the oven mits and opened the oven door. The heat of a freshly-cooked meal wafted out of the oven. "Nice!" "Dude, I'm home," said a voice from the front of the house, and then came the sound of a slamming door. "Where are you, buddy?" "Dude, just sit at the dinner table, I'll be right out." "Yes, dear. Whatever you want." "Don't get saucy you fucking Wall Street yuppie," said Colby, his voice growing louder as he walked out of the kitchen and into the cramped dining room. Colby always thought it was weird that two big guys like Rider and him lived in this pint-sized beach house. He used to think that if he stood up any straighter he'd bring the house down around him. "Oh my god," Rider said, grinning from ear to ear when Colby walked in. "Are you..." "Yup," said Colby. "Are you seriously wearing an apron and nothing underneath?" Rider licked his lips as he asked this. "You're like a desperate housewife..." "Can I get an allowance..." "You want one? Sure." "Rider, I'm kidding, bro," said Colby. "Actually, I was thinking about putting whip cream on my nipples like in that movie... Um... what was it...?" "Varsity Blues." "Yeah, dude: 'Varsity Blues'. But you don't have any whip cream. What kind of house of horrors is this? What kind of family doesn't have Cool Whip?" "Oh my god," said Rider, sitting up straighter. The meal that Colby had prepared was revealed, only seconds before. "Did you really make that pizza? I can't believe it. A spoiled brat like you... That must be delivery." "It's not delivery..." said Colby. "It's DiGiorno..." Rider finished the tagline. "I can't believe we're having pizza tonight. That's exactly what I wanted. You're the bestest!" "Of course I am, my dude," Colby chimed in. "Oh my god," Rider said, face turning red. "You're nipples look so hot peeking out from behind that apron. And your chest hair... Holy fuck, I'm getting so randy right now..." "Randy... really, bro? You're like the King of the Dorks, my dude. Just sit your butt down and eat this pizza." Colby placed the pizza down on the dinner table. "I swear to god this house looks like it was made for the cast of 'Little People, Big World'. Holy shit! This seats cold! Why do we have plastic lawn furniture around the kitchen table?" "Colby, chillax, okay? My family isn't as rich as yours. We don't have antiques from Versailles in every room like you do. You're gonna have to get used to how the other half lives." "You mean like 'the boy from the wrong side of the tracks'?" "Exactly." "That's kinda hot!" "Colby..." "Sorry, bro. So what are we doing tonight?" CHOMP - CHOMP -CHOMP "Obviously, we're eating pizza," said Rider. "No after that," said Colby, looking into Rider's deep set brown eyes. "Don't tell me you don't have anything planned? What the hell kind of host are you?" "Um... the kind of host that lets his best friend live in his sister's beach house rent free for months and months. She even went back home early so that we could have the place to ourselves." "Well, we still need to figure out what we're doing tonight," Colby said, picking up where he left off. "I don't know, what do you wanna do? I'm kinda tired. My boss made me do all the paperwork for a big account all over again, just because he's a prick and he likes treating the newbies like shit. I seriously wanna push this dude out of the window, but we work on the sixth floor so he might actually survive that..." Colby liked to hear Rider talk about work at his upscale firm on Wall Street: it made him feel connected somewhat to the life, the institutions, that he had been raised to expect to be a part of. But Colby knew that Rider had given up a part of his life for him, and he was not quite sure how to feel about it. Rider had decided to sublet his loft in the Financial District so that he could continue to live with Colby, even though it meant an hour and a half commute from South Jersey to Manhattan. Colby knew that something was growing between them: things seemed to be happening so fast that it seemed as if until that moment, when Colby showed up suddenly on Rider's doorstep, there had almost been a chance that people that were fated for one another might actually never come together. That was how Colby felt about Rider. Waking up from that first night at the beach house, Colby knew everything was the way that it was supposed to be. He was poor now, but none of that mattered. He was starting his life over, with Rider. When he woke up, Colby thought: "This is what I want. This is how it should be." That morning, Colby had gotten up early. He could not sleep, and so he got up and made breakfast. "There's breakfast in the kitchen, dude," Colby said, returning to the room they shared before the sun had come up. "Get back in bed, baby," Rider said, patting the spot next to him in bed. "Dude, you should get up. I don't want you to be late. I know how those goddamn yuppie bosses are. There all like Gruder, I bet. I'm sure they can't even get your name right." "It feels like something's missing when I wake up and you're not here," Rider said, sitting up in bed. "Can't we just spend, like, five minutes together in the bed before I get up? Today's gonna suck, I know it. Can't you just get back in bed?" Colby sighed and crawled back in bed. He sat beside Rider and pulled his knees up to his chest. Rider loved that pose: Colby, a muscular rugby player, looked like a big kid when he sat like that. Rider put his arm around him. "You feel so warm," he said. Rider turned and kissed Colby on the forehead. CHOMP - CHOMP - CHOMP Rider reached for another slice of pizza. "GTL?" Colby asked. "Gym, tan, laundry? Let's tan first and then we can go to the gym. I need to do some weighted leg raises, my dude. I have to try to keep these abs," and Colby stood up, pulled up his apron, and revealed to Rider his six-pack abs, covered by a subtle layer of dirty blond hair. "Dude, you just flashed your dick." "Did I? Whoops. Sorry, chum." "I don't wanna tan," said Rider. "Besides you look better without a tan, Colby." "That's cuz you haven't seen me pasty white yet," Colby remarked, finishing off his fourth slice. "It's coming. Pepperoni next time?" "Meat lovers!" "Meat lovers! Yeah!" "So tell me about this job offer?" said Rider, finishing up his last reps on the bench press. Colby stood behind the weight bench, his hands an inch or so below the bar, spotting his friend. "You're gonna laugh. Seriously, if you laugh, I'm gonna push this bar down on your Adam's apple." Rider suppressed a chuckle. "I promise... I won't laugh..." and he struggled to pump out his final rep. When Rider was done, Colby set the bar down and Rider sat up. Colby noted how knotted and thick Rider's chest looked after his sets on the bench press. His shoulders seemed ready to bulge out of the white t-shirt. Colby could even see the outline of his hard nipples through the fabric of the shirt. Colby started to get hard and he covered his crotch with his hands. They were in public after all. Rider did not seem to notice his friend's awkward pose: one leg up on the weight stand, but both hands covering his crotch. Colby spent this moment of rest getting a look. Rider's old-fashioned good looks were bet set off by his slender muscularity, but Colby thought he always looked good sweaty after a workout. "Seriously, I won't laugh," said Rider, drying his brow with a towel. "You know that pizza shop on State Street?" Colby asked, shyly looking down at the floor of the gym. "The one across from 'Earth Girls Are Easy Comic Book Universe'?" "Of course I do, Colby. I've been coming to this town every summer since I was eight." "Well, I saw a sign in the window for a delivery boy, and um... They hired me on the spot." "That's awesome!" said Rider, high-fiving Colby. "I mean... it's not Goldman Sachs, but it's a start." "Dude, if you lay into me right now..." "I was kidding Colby," said Rider, patting Colby on the back. He rubbed his back gently. "You are seriously gonna be the hottest pizza delivery boy ever. I can picture you in that red cap and those tight Dickies..." "Rider, shut up." "I'm just looking on the bright side. Wait a minute. Are you planning on delivering pizzas on foot, bro? You don't have a car!" "Actually, I was planning on flying my driver Carlito in from San Francisco... Obviously, I need to use your car, Rider." "You seriously wanna deliver pizzas in my new jag?" "Dude, calm down. It's not a Maybach." "Colby, you know I need the car to get to work." There was a momentary pause. "Rider, it was the only job I could find in this shit town, alright?" Colby looked away. Rider stood up and hugged him. "We'll figure it out, bro," he said. "I'm making six figures right now. We'll just have to get you a rental until you can afford to buy something. You're not gonna be able to afford much on a pizza boy salary, but... I'll pay for the insurance. You do know how to drive, don't you?" "Um... kinda... I have a license. But I usually just tell my driver where I want to go and then I yell 'Pronto' if he drives too slow." "Yeah, that's gonna have to change." Suddenly, Colby and Rider's attention was arrested by the loud laughter of two dudes at the other end of the gym. This was followed by the sound of four fifty pound dumbbells falling to the ground. "Dude, that was like the best fucking workout ever!" said a deep voice. Colby saw that two musclebound jocks in tank tops were sitting across from one another on weight benches not far from them. "Paulie, you forgot to tell me about that bitch from last night," said one of the jocks. "Oh my fucking god, my dude, her pussy was so tight. It was like sticking my dick in a keyhole." "Dude, that sounds horrifying. Like, Texas Chainsaw Massacre horrible..." "No, bro, it was fucking awesome! Squeezing my cockhead into that wet pussy, while she reached back and fingered my asshole... Oh my fucking god, man, you don't even know." "I bet you came bucketloads, my dude." "You know, Ron, it wasn't that much cum, because I fucked another bitch that morning, but at the end of the day, it really doesn't matter how much you cum if you leave your dick inside the bitch." Rider turned to look at Colby and he saw that they both could not have been more surprised if Barack Obama himself suddenly walked into the gym and started reading his State of the Union address. "Shit, Paulie, I'm so hard right now thinking about that bitch you fucked last night." "I'm so hard right now, too. That's so weird cuz I just beat off to some Brazilian shemale porn, like, two hours ago." "Dude, I can see how hard you are," said Ron. "Your cock is practically popping out of your shorts, man. Your cock head looks so big and round right now. I swear I could see your dick veins, too. And that sweat dripping down the cleft in your pecs. God, your nipples looks so suckable. They're so pumped up they almost look like tits! Mmmmm, I could squeeze 'em. Motorboat the shit out of 'em! Maybe we should um..." "Yeah, maybe we should go to the locker room..." "So we can... um... take a shower..." "Separately." "Yeah, separately. But in the same room so I can see your dick..." "Shut up, Ron! People can hear you, bro!" "Whoops." The two tanned jocks got up and made the long walk to the locker room, behind the main weight room in the gym. Colby bolted up, instinctively, and Rider stood up a couple of seconds later. "You wanna follow 'em?" asked Rider. "I think I would feel incomplete if we didn't..." "Agreed." Colby and Rider covertly followed the jocks back to the locker room, keeping a reasonable distance behind; they were mesmerized by the globes of meaty flesh that the jocks had packed into the tightest workout shorts that either of them had ever seen on a guy before. It seemed like the jocks must have spent most of their time in the gym doing squats because their asses protruded out from their back so far that they seemed to be trying to escape, but, you know, it's not that easy getting out of Jersey. [To Be Continued] [Thanks to those of you still expressing your support for this storyline! I hope you all take it in spirit in which it was intended, i.e. near complete implausibility. Stay cool, dudes!] [COPYRIGHT 2012]