Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2011 20:54:04 -0700
From: Flip McHooter <1977.flip@gmail.com>
Subject: So Cal Summer 1969-Chapter 11

The story below is a work of fiction, except the location. This story
contains explicit sexual situations between high school aged boys, (and
some girls). If this is illegal, etc., well you know the drill.

Also, because it's based in the past, some of it may not be politically
correct as I have tried to be true to 1969.

Thanks to everybody who has emailed me, I appreciate the tips and
feedback. Both good and bad.

Please let me know what you think of this chapter.  1977.flip@gmail.com


Chapter 11

"I was going to lick your butthole like Coach was telling us about, but
before I could do that I guess I did something to you that felt really
good, judging by the way you shot your wad all over the place," I told
Jake, walking out of the shower and toweling off my long blond hair. I was
going to have to get a haircut soon because my mom always gave me grief
about my hair being so long and she didn't like it to go past my shoulders.

"You have no idea how fucking good that felt, Ry. I tried to make the
feeling last as long as I could but I just couldn't help myself. I guess
you hit some spot deep inside me that just about made me lose all control
of my body. I have never, ever, felt that good before. I sure am glad that
I was leaning on the side of the shower for support or otherwise I probably
would have fallen over and crashed on to top of you."

Looking at me he said with a grin, "Hurry up and dry off. I want to get to
the tree house and have some more sexy fun with you and that foreskinny
dick of yours!"

"OK, I'm almost dry. `Foreskinny'? Is that a word or something that you
just made up? Where did you get that from? Why don't you go grab us a
couple of cold Coke-a-Colas out of the fridge so we have something to drink
up in the tree house. The sleeping bags are still up there too, so all we
have to do is take our clothes and get Sloan up there with us. She'll
probably want to run around outside and sniff along the bushes for a
second, and she really needs to take a wiz, `cause I don't want her waking
us up in the middle of the night to go out, and I sure don't want her
pissin' or crappin' up there."

"Roger that, Dicky McForeskinny."

I turned the lights off in the pool house, closed the drapes and slammed
the sliding door shut behind me. "Sloan, this way girl," I said so she
wouldn't head back down the hill towards the house. It was real quiet
outside, just a few chirping crickets and the sound of someone practicing
the piano somewhere down the street. The air was tranquil and warm and you
could still smell the sweet perfume coming from the Star Jasmine blooming
down by the edge of the pool. The waxing moon was overhead and was casting
a bright enough glow so that Jake and I could easily see our way to the
tree house.

"You climb up first and run down the pulley. Then I'll send up all of our
clothes first and then I'll send up Sloan."

"You just want me to go first so you can perv on my naked ass!" Jake said
laughing, wiggling his hot ass at me.

"Yeah, that too."

A few minutes later the three of us were relaxing up in the tree house,
Sloan doing circles in the corner looking for the perfect place to lie down
on. I would have offered Jake a hit of some of my weed, but I was almost
out and wanted to save the last little bit. I'd have to run down to my
friend Cooper's house pretty soon, and buy a lid or two with my
allowance. Since I was sharing my stash with my new friends, I was thinking
that I'd have to ask my dad for a raise in my allowance pretty soon. I
wondered what he would think if he knew I was spending his money on grass.

I lit up a couple of old camp lanterns that I had swiped from the garage a
while ago and turned them down low and then set them on the rug next to the
sleeping bags with the red flannel cowboys and horses print on the
inside. I lit up a stick of patchouli incense that I got a while ago at the
record store and it gave the tree house a nice warm and cozy feeling and it
felt like we were miles and miles away from everything. Luckily the screens
on the windows did a good job of keeping all the bugs out.

"So what do you want to do?" I asked Jake with a leer, sitting down next to
him on the sleeping bags.

"Lick your butt, of course!" he replied laughing. "I'm sure glad that no
one can hear us out here!"

"You silly hombre. Just hearing you talk like that has got me all fired up
again. How do you want to do this?"

"I don't know. I was trying to think of what position we should be in. I
really wish that we had a manual or a guide or a playbook or something to
tell us what to do. It would be cool if it had pictures in it too. How neat
would that be?"

"Yeah, that would be bitchin'. Hey, I've got an idea. Since you took all of
those pictures of Lisa and her football friends, maybe she could return the
favor and take some pictures of us!"

"I don't want to do that. What we do is sexy. What she did was just sex and
she was taking advantage of them. But she probably would do it, if we just
asked. I don't think she'd care, and she just might get off on it. Who
knows? Guys like watching two girls get it on so why wouldn't she get off
watching two guys?"

"Because you're her brother."

"So what? I watched her fuck all those guys. And besides, we've seen each
other naked like forever. It's no big deal. She's seen my boner a hundred
times. Anyway, too bad Coach didn't tell us how we should do this. Why
don't you lay down on the sleeping bag on your hands and knees and stick
your saggy, flabby old-man ass out in the air and I'll get in behind
you. But I'm warning you right now: If you cut a fart in my face I'm gonna
kick your mother fuckin' butt and then probably I'll toss you out of the
window out onto the ground below and let the little critters eat you!"

"I wouldn't do that. And don't worry. I washed my asshole real good while
you were drying off, and I even put some Hi Karate on my back down
there. Doesn't it smell good? And I do not have an old-man ass, you mother
fucking twat licker. I have a tight muscular ass from years of swimming in
case you can't see. I think you need glasses." Changing the subject, I
said, "I wish we had a mirror in here so I could watch what you're going to
do. That would be so fuckin' freakin' hot!"

I got down on the sleeping bag on the floor feeling kind of exposed, but
really excited, and stuck my ass out into the air for all to see and then
leaned the side of my head down on a pillow. The slight breeze blowing in
through the windows was starting to make my naked skin all tingly and it
felt funny and cool on my butthole. "You know Jake; you don't have to do
this if you don't want to. You can just blow me instead."

"No way. I've been wanting to try this with you ever since Coach Brian told
us what he did with his friend at school, and it's kinda all I've been
thinking about! Man, I still can't believe a cool coach like that would
tell us he licked another dude's asshole! And look! My dick is all hard
again and dripping like a leaky faucet!"

"Right on! I am totally hard too. I really want to try this too." Turning
my head around I said, "Asshole, get ready to meet Jakes tongue!"

I could feel Jake settling in between my legs from behind me, and he
started fondling my balls and pulling down on my cock so he could stroke
it, sort of like milking a cow. After a bit, he let go of my balls, and
leaned in on one arm as he kept stroking my cock up and down, pushing and
pulling the foreskin over my dickhead, getting it nice and juicy. The weird
feeling of being totally exposed went away and was replaced by extreme
horniness! I could feel his hot breath blowing on my virgin asshole and it
sent shivers all up and down my back, and made the hairs on my arm stand
up. Next thing that I felt was Jake pulling my cock down and out between my
legs and sucking on the tip, with the added bonus of nibbling on my
`skin. His wet tongue then licked up the back of my ball sack, sucking one
of my balls and the other into his mouth. Then he let them go and licked
along the crease, then along my perineum, as Coach called it, and then very
slowly and cautiously, he started to lick all around my boy butt hole.

"Shit, man. That feels so outrageous!" I said, controlling my voice and
sticking my butt out further to meet his hot juicy tongue.

Sensing my excitement, Jake started to really lick my hole now, taking
several long swipes across my exposed rosebud with his wet slippery
tongue. It was almost like he was licking an ice crème cone, only this time
it was teen-boy butt flavor! He was starting to really get into it, too,
his tongue getting wetter and slobbering all over my ass. I could feel his
saliva starting to run down my crack and onto my balls. He put his hands on
each side of my ass cheeks and pulled my butt crack wide open with his
thumbs allowing his tongue better access to my hole.

He started to move faster now, and he was taking bigger licks starting from
my swinging ball sack all the way up my crack and around and over my
puckered asshole. I could feel my boy hole starting to relax, and open up a
little bit. It felt crazy good: nothing like I had ever felt before.

"Every time you run your tongue over my asshole it sends shivers through my
body. Jake, you have no idea how freaky fucking good this feels, man," I
said, sticking my butt out even further for both of our enjoyment.

"Oh, so you like that, huh, hippie boy? Do you want me to do that some
more?" He said, rubbing my ass cheeks with his hands and teasing me and
taking a quick break to catch his breath.

"Oh yeah. Please eat my butthole some more. Please, I beg you,
mister. Munch on it again."

"OK, if you insist. You know this really is super-hot for me, too. Your
butthole and my tongue were meant for each other! If you had told me two
weeks ago that I'd be eating your ass I'd probably smack you!"

"Yeah, same here. But this is so hot!"

"Hey! Let's try this. I saw Lisa get fucked like this once. Why don't you
roll over on your back and pull your legs up onto your chest. I'll stick a
couple of these big pillows under your butt so your ass sticks up in the
air. I think that might be a better position for both of us, `cause I'll be
able to keep licking your poopy and play with your cock at the same time,"
he said with a smirk.

"OK," I said, as I rolled over and got on my back. "Is this how you want
me? This will be so bitchin'. Now I can watch what you're doing."

Instinctively, I grabbed my legs and held them back with my arms, opening
my butt crack up wide for Jakes hungry tongue. He grabbed a couple of
pillows and stuck them under me while I rocked back on my shoulders. Wow,
this was really weird being wide open like this but super exciting, too.

This time I was able to watch him as he dove back in on my hairless butt,
grabbing my cock with his right hand as he slurped and slobbered all over
my naked boy parts. What a sight! Not only was I turned on by the feeling
of his hot tongue on my teen boy hole, but I was totally turned on by
watching my new friend with the golden brown hair as he slurped and
slobbered all over my nether regions. I wanted to do this again but this
time trade places and make him feel just as good as he was making me
feel. But I was in so much ecstasy that I couldn't really talk anymore.

Then, he did something that I wasn't expecting, at all. He was running his
tongue over and around my butthole like before and then without any kind of
warning, his made his tongue get hard and darted it right into the opening
of my hole, just for a second. Oh! My! Gosh! An electric current charged
through my whole body and it felt like he was fucking my butthole with his
tongue! Jake sensed that this was OK, and that I was really digging it, so
he kept doing that, sticking his tongue in, then back out and then slurping
along the crack and along the sides. Every time he did this my ass hole
would creep open up just a little bit further, allowing him to go in deeper
and deeper. Plus, the whole time that he was doing this he was jackin' off
my hot rod too, and all I could do was lay there in complete bliss.

"Jake. Jake. I don't think I can take much more of this. It feels sooooo
fucking good, and it looks sooooo fucking hot!" I said as I rocked back and
forth around on my back. I grabbed my cock away from him and started
fisting it. I don't know where this deep voice came from, but I started
telling him to "Eat me man, stick that hot tongue in my hole. C'mon man, do
it deeper. Yeah, man that's it, deeper, oh yeah, oh yeah, do it deeper,
deeper, oh yeah! You're such a good friend to eat my butt! Oh, yeah, that
feels fuckin' great. Oh yeah, Jake, oh yeah! I'm gonna shoot. Stick that
hot tongue of yours up my asshole. Eat me man, oh yeah, oh yeahhhh!"

And then I shot the biggest wad of cum in my life. It felt like my cock was
a fire hose and a gallon of cum shot out of my balls, but the three or four
squirts went everywhere! My hair, my face, my chest and the sleeping bag
were all drenched with my teen boy dick juice. When I finally came down,
Jake was looking up at me from between my legs with the biggest smile on
his face.

"You didn't like that much, huh?" he asked, joking. "Sorry."

"Oh, god man. That was so bitchin'. You have no idea how fucking fantastic
that was!

"Come up here and let's cuddle for a while."

I twisted around and stuck out my legs so that Jake could move up and lay
on top of me. He lowered his plumped up cock onto my still leaking dick,
and ground it around in sort of a little dance. Once he got up in my face
he looked me in the eye and quickly licked a big wad of teenage cum off of
my cheek, smacking his lips, giggling.

Then I flipped him around and I wrapped my long arms around his chest,
pulling him into me and snuggling my face into his hair and pulled his butt
into my crotch, a little bit of my cum gluing my chest together to his
back. We laid there for a few minutes catching our breath and enjoying each
other's soft warm skin, not saying anything and just enjoying each other's
scent, while I casually rubbed his tight belly with my hand and every once
in a while rubbed the outline of his big nipples with my finger.

After a while, I quietly told him, "That really was the most awesome thing,
bud. Nobody has ever made me feel that good before. Up until last week, the
most fun that I ever had was getting naked, getting high and jacking off
nice and slow all by myself up here. But then you moved in next door and
now I've turned in to a sex-crazed love puppy. I really like all of the
things that we're doing."

Grabbing my wrists and pulling my arms tighter around him in our warm
embrace and pushing his body further against me, Jake said, "Me too
Ryan. It's kinda weird. I used to be happy just getting my rocks off, but
seeing how excited you get when I play with you makes me get even more
hornier and excited, if that's even possible. I just want to keep doing
this sexy stuff with you all the time."

"Me too bud, me too." We laid cuddling there in silence for a few more
minutes while I gathered up my courage to ask him about something that had
been on my mind for a while now. I had been thinking about it a lot and
really wanted to do it but I was really worried about doing it, too. I had
this yin/yang thing going `round my head and spooning here with Jake like
this was really making my mind spin.  It was bugging the heck out of me
because I didn't want to blow my new relationship with him, but I really,
really wanted to do something with him. So finally, after taking in a deep
breath of air, I asked nervously into his shaggy hair, "Jake, would you be
mad at me if I said that I wanted to kiss you?"

Letting go of my arms to turn around and face me, Jake smiled his big
toothy grin, his eyes shining like deep pools of liquid energy, "Ryan, I've
been wanting to throw you on the freakin' ground and press my lips against
yours from the first minute that I saw you out in the front yard! Why would
I be mad?"

"You don't think it's queer?

"Who the fuck cares! The way that I see it is that I like you, I like being
with you and I like making you feel good. And all of that makes me feel
good. And I think you feel the same way as I do. I don't give a shit if you
are a boy and I'm a boy. It just feels right to me. Lisa likes boys, well,
a lot of boys, but I still love her and I don't really care what she does
with them as long as she's happy and they are happy and they don't hurt
each other doing it. And I'm sure that she feels the same way about me, and
you, too. Besides, if I can lick your butt, I certainly can lick your face!
Now shut the fuck up and kiss me!"

And kiss we did! We kissed so much that our lips, mouths and tongues got
such a workout for so long that we could hardly move. Around midnight, Jake
fell asleep on top of me, our arms wound tightly around each other. I
couldn't reach out and pull up the top sleeping bag over us, so I left it
and hoped that we would keep each other warm for the rest of the night. We
both slept like rocks though, having connected and touched each other in
completely new ways.

The next few days went by in kind of a blur. Jake and I hung out a lot,
having a lot of fun and having a lot of sex! And kissing every chance we
could get when we were alone. That was so much fun! And we skinny dipped a
lot, too, and of course did our practice laps and worked on our turns.

One day I helped Jake get his room unpacked and put everything away. He had
a really cool bedroom with black light posters and two big black lights. We
painted each wall and the ceiling a different dark, vibrant color, and
managed to do it without making a huge mess. It came out looking sharp!
Jake even took the doors off his closet and hung up some stings of
psychedelic beads. The headboard that his Uncle Gus had made him was
crafted out of some kind of old barn wood that was really cool, and the
headboard was really big. It had four big posts; the two at the head were
almost six feet tall, and carved with all kinds of weird animals, snakes
and gargoyles! He had all kinds of other crazy stuff, too, that was lying
around on old wooden crates and trunks that his mom had collected over the
years.

We even spent the night in his room one night, making out in the purple
glow of the black lights bouncing off the rainbow colors on his walls. I
even painted his dick a nice shade of Day-Glo blue while he was asleep!
Because it was raining outside that night, our folks didn't want us up in
the tree house because of the lightning. But mostly we slept up in the tree
house because it was cooler and it gave us more privacy plus we could do
more sexy things out there so we wouldn't have to worry about anybody
hearing us.

That one night that we stayed in Jakes room, he dug out his secret stash of
stuff that he kept in the back of his closet that had all of the pictures
of Lisa getting down with the guys from her old football team. I was really
surprised that they had gotten away with taking these pictures, and even
more surprised that they didn't get caught when they had them
developed. And, finally, I was surprised one more time when I saw all of
the different shapes and sizes of those guy's hard cocks.

Wow-wee! I had seen plenty of boy's dicks in the showers at school and from
skinny dipping at my house, but they were never hard and I usually tried
not to look at them, `cause I didn't want to get caught staring. But it
seemed like the bigger, more muscular guys in the photos had the smaller
dicks while the leaner guys had longer, fatter shaped dicks. But the
shortest guy on the team had the biggest, fattest dick that I'd ever
seen. It was shaped like a cucumber and sort of curled up at the end. I
think Lisa loved this cock the most, because in the picture that Jake took
she was smiling away as the guy pumped into her. I wished that I had known
Jake and Lisa back then so I could have helped take those pictures.

Like I said before, we continued to swim our laps in the pool every day and
I made sure that Jake knew how to swim his laps and make his turns
correctly. I really wanted him to be on the swim team with me this
year. Most days Lisa and Jordan went skinny dipping with Jake and me,
too. At first it was kind of weird for me to be naked in front of an older
girl, and to see her hairy muff and big boobies, and for her to see my
naked dick and swinging balls. But then I got used to it pretty fast and it
didn't bother me anymore. If Jake and Jordy didn't care about it then I
guess I wouldn't either. Besides, I'd seen my mom swimming naked all the
time so it wasn't like seeing hairy pussies was all that new to me or
anything. Actually, it didn't really bother Jordan at all because sometimes
he'd crawl up in her lap while they read the newest music magazines, his
head resting on her big boobs like a pillow, and when our folks weren't
around she'd fondle his little boy boner and play with his little boy
foreskin. And she didn't seem to mind when Jake or I popped a boner in
front of her either, which seemed to happen all of the time. I guess she
was used to seeing lots of hard, teen boy meat.

Almost every night Lisa and Jordan and Jake and I would hang out in the
pool house and listen to music or watch a rerun of one of our favorite TV
shows, like Laugh-In or Mod Squad. It was fun and I was really starting to
like Lisa. She was really cool and made me feel like I had a big
sister. She even taught us another new dance, something by James Brown
about Mashed Potato Popcorn or something like that, but he sorta screamed a
little too much for me. But I always liked dancing with Jake to any song,
if you catch my drift!

The two Lulus and my dad were getting along pretty well, too. In fact, the
Lulus were making plans for the adults to drive up north to see Jake's
Uncle Gus for a few days. That would be cool for the four of us because
then we'd have the place all to ourselves. After Lulu was finished giving
guitar lessons during the day and when my dad came home from work, they
would all meet up with my mom in our big kitchen and whip up some of their
`refreshments' and then make us a really good dinner. Between the three of
them, the food was always tasty! Mom had always been a great cook, and Dad
was a star on the bar-b-que, but Lulu added an extra flair to
everything. I'm not sure what it was, but she was fun and everybody liked
being around her. So far, this was turning out to be the best summer that I
could remember.

But two things happened that were kind of freaky and bothered me a
little. The one night that Jake and I stayed in his room, Lisa came
upstairs and barged right in without knocking and caught us kissing on the
bed, our rock hard dicks sticking out of our shorts. We were really going
at it too, because we didn't hear her until she said "Gotcha!" laughing
like a mad woman. Of course we freaked out, but she just smiled and pushed
us apart and sat down between us on the bed. Wrapping her arms around both
of us and pulling our heads into her big knockers, she told us that she was
really cool with it and said that she was very happy that her little
brother had such a groovy boyfriend and that she really liked me a
lot. Obviously, she knew that we fooled around, but somehow this was
different.

I was still kind of embarrassed, and Jake just rolled his eyes, but then
she surprised us by telling us that Uncle Gus had a boyfriend, too! Jake
seemed pretty excited about this and asked her a dozen questions about
him. Jake had met the guy before but always assumed he was just a friend
who lived on the farm and helped with the chores. Apparently, he and his
boyfriend had met when they were in high school and had never been
apart. Of course nobody back then knew about them, but now that they live
up by San Francisco they didn't really care who knew. They were happy and
totally in love with each other, she said.

She went on to tell us how hard it is to find that someone special, and
that we were really lucky. She wished that she had a steady boyfriend, but
every guy that she meets is only after her big boobs. She said that she has
never gone out with a guy more than a few times but that she hoped that
maybe here in Pasadena things would be different and that she could find a
real boyfriend. I told her that maybe when school started we could find
someone for her.

Then she laughed and said, "Maybe we could even double date!"

"We can't do that! Coach said we need to be...oop's," Jake said putting his
hand over his big mouth and looked at me.

"Coach? What Coach? What did he say? What are you talking about?" Looking
at Jake, then at me and then back to Jake again, she said, "Spill it!"

"OK. A few days ago we ran into Ryan's swim team coach when we were riding
our bikes around the school checking it out. We went back into his office
to talk about swimming and somehow he figured out that we were fooling
around," Jake said leaving out the part about Coach's boyfriend.

"And then he told us to cool it, `cause some people might figure out what
we were doing and might not like it. Not stop being together, I mean, but
not to be so obvious. That's all." I said.

"Well, that's really good advice. Some people don't get two guys being
together, or two girls, or even three girls. Or two girls, a guy, a cat,
and a jar of peanut butter, for that matter. But anyway, you just have to
be careful so people don't find out, `cause if the wrong person finds out
you can be in deep shit. Look what happened to me with that shit I did with
the football team. Sex can get people in trouble. But, and this is an
important but, you still have to be true to yourself and do whatever makes
you guys happy. You can't live a lie and be unhappy. Just follow your bliss
and everything will come out cool.

"But you know we can still double date. We can go to the drive-in and you
guys can make out in the backseat.  Or we could go to the submarine races
where we used to live. It'll be fun. I promise we won't watch you guys! Is
your coach really cool with it?"

"Yeah he is. He's the school health instructor so he knows all about sex
and stuff," I said before Jake opened his trap again and said anything else
incriminating that might get us into more trouble.

"Well, I can't say that I know everything about sex, `cause I don't. But if
you ever have any questions about any of this stuff, you know that you can
always come to me and we'll try to figure it out and find an answer, OK?
You never have to be embarrassed to talk with your big sister. Either of
you. I know all about boys and their hard horny dicks."

"Great," Jake and I both said at the same time pretending not to have much
enthusiasm, but secretly happy to have such a great ally.

The other thing that was weird happened the next night after we had slept
over at Jakes. We had finished swimming our laps and had taken our showers
and we were up in the tree house kissing and fooling around with our
dicks. Sloan was up there too, as usual, curled up in the corner sound
asleep, or so I thought. It was later than usual because all of us had all
gone out to see the new True Grit movie starring John Wayne at the Lamanda
Park Theater that had just opened.  It was very dark outside because of the
lingering clouds from this morning's storm was blocking out the
moonlight. Just as Jake was about to gobble up my dick in his mouth, we
both heard the sound of a stick snapping, somewhere below us. We froze and
looked at each other, not saying anything. Sloan sat up and cocked her
head, listening for something, but not barking like she normally would have
done. Sometimes we get little critters running around at night, skunks or
possums, and all it would take was usually one bark from Sloan sending them
skittering on their way.

But not tonight. Sloan starting growling, quietly at first, and then Jake
looked up at me and whispered "What's going on?" He barely got the words
out when we heard another stick breaking, this time much closer, and then a
thump. Sloan started barking for real this time, the fur on the nape of her
neck standing straight up. Both Jake and I got up on our knees and slowly
peered out over the bottom of the tree house windows, just in time to see
the back of something dark and glossy lumbering up from the ground a few
feet away from the tree and then take off, staggering a bit, down through
the yard, around the garage, and out the gate heading towards the street.

"What was that?" Jake whispered nervously.

"Beats me. Sloan, be quiet! Whoever it was looked kind of wobbly. Maybe
they were drunk or something because it looked like they tripped on a tree
root."

"You think it was a person and not an animal? Should we follow them?"

"Sure," I deadpanned, "Two naked guys and a barking dog chasing a bum out
of the yard. How far do you think we would get before someone sees us?
Although the idea of running bare-ass out on the street does sound kind of
interesting. Maybe that's something that you and I should try some time!"

"Yeah, but don't you want to know who or what it was and what they were
doing out here? What if they were here to shoot us?" Jake asked, starting
to get excited now.

"Calm down. It was probably an animal. Nobody's going to kill us. Why would
they? Besides, I've seen homeless people up here in the foothills before,
from time to time. Not very often, but a couple of times. They find little
clearings where they can make a camp and hang out and sleep, without the
cops coming around and hassling them. You saw some of those beggars last
week when we went to lunch, remember? You almost ran over that old guy
wearing all of those coats with your bike when you went around that
corner. I don't think we have to worry. And besides, if it was someone out
here to get us we would have heard a car start up and take off down the
street. Sloan is obviously over it. Look- she's already gone back to
sleep. C'mon, let's get back to some tasty cock sucking and forget about
it."

But what I didn't tell Jake was that I didn't actually think it was really
an animal, and because whoever it was ran away, I wasn't going to worry
about it since no one could get to us up here in the tree house
anyway. Besides, whoever or whatever it was had taken off, I didn't think
they would be back tonight. Tomorrow I'd bring out my BB gun and keep it up
here. Maybe I'd bring out my baseball bat, too, just in case.



***Hope everybody liked this chapter. It was a fun one to write. Thanks to
everybody who has emailed me with advice and encouragement. Flip
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