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by Nick Chapter Seventeen
As the clouds rolled through the gray sky with the swiftness of a fast running canal, bringing with them the chill of an October Monday morning, Mark's thumb traced delicate circles over the back off my hand. I waited patiently for Justin to hit the joint and pass it my way while his brother worked on packing a bowl. It was excessive, to be sure, but we were on a mission to get blazed, and at eight in the morning on Columbus Day, we had nothing better to do.
The three day weekend had been a whirlwind for me, starting with an argument I had with my dad about my allowance. We had actually started the discussion the night before, when I realized I was out of money.
"Dad," I whined, coming out of my room, where I had gone into my night stand to count my loot. "How come you never give me an allowance?"
"An allowance?" he said with a sarcastic chuckle. "That's something you have to earn, son."
"I do earn one," I countered weakly, knowing that I was fibbing.
"How's that kiddo?" he asked, wrapping an arm around me as I sat down on the couch beside him.
"Well, I do my homework," I started. "And sometimes I help grandpa in the backyard."
"Hmm," he started, and I knew where this was heading. "You do your homework and sometimes, you help in the back yard."
"I do," I said, looking up at him and with my most convincing expression. "Ask grandpa, he'll tell you."
"You know what I think, kiddo?" he started. "I think you need to get the rake out of the shed and start knocking on doors. It's Fall, you know."
"But dad," I whined. "No one else has to do that."
"Well, I had to do that when I was your age," he said. "Do you think your grandma and grandpa were just handing out money?"
"No sir," I said quietly. "But I really want one."
"Well I'm sure you do, son," he said. "I want to win the lottery. That doesn't mean it's going to happen."
"But.." I started, and he cut me off.
"No buts about it kiddo," he said. "There's hundreds of houses in the neighborhood, and I think you can get out there and earn a little of your own money."
"This sucks," I said dejectedly, pouting as I crossed my arms. "My mom and Billy gave me an allowance."
"I'm sure they did, son," he said sadly, then he got up and walked to the kitchen. I knew I had upset him by bringing them up, and I felt a little bad about it, but not too bad. I knew my dad had the money to give me my own allowance, but he was being cheap, as far as I was concerned.
That night at the dinner table, I refused to look at him or acknowledge a word he said. He hadn't addressed me personally, but I was normally pretty talkative at the table. I loved telling my dad about my day at school and especially about gym class. I was one of the fastest runners in my period, and I could run the mile in under six minutes.
When dinner was over I got up from the table un-excused and went straight to my room to brood a little longer. I sat down in the chair in the corner and hung my legs over the side, looking around my room. I noticed that I had none of the things in it that Justin and his brother had, and for the first time, I wondered why.
Justin and his brother both had their own computers, a TV, a DVD player and stereos in their rooms. I had a bed, an old ragged chair, a dresser and a night stand with a lamp. When I thought back to my room at my mom's house, I was in the same shape. We didn't own a computer. We had a DVD player, but it was in the living room. I wondered to myself why my dad hadn't taken the initiative to get me some of the things Justin had, and even though I wanted to ask, I didn't feel like speaking to him.
I fell asleep that night in the chair, and the next morning, I woke up in my own bed. I was wearing a night shirt and my undies, but nothing else. I figured my dad had come in at some point and found me, so he put me to bed. I sat up and stretched out for a moment, scratching my head and yawning loudly before I got up to go to the bathroom.
As I staggered down the hallway, I heard the unmistakable sound of my dad's cell phone. He was up already, talking to a client and sipping his coffee. I bypassed the bathroom and peaked around the corner, watching him at the table. He was in his coat and tie already, and his cologne was as fragrant as ever. I rubbed my eyes and turned to walk back down the hallway to the bathroom so I could drain my full bladder.
My first trip to the bathroom in the morning was always my hardest one. I was usually half asleep, and more often than not, I peed on the seat. I was normally too tired to think about my aim, or even about closing the bathroom door while I went or flushing the toilet when I was done. It was a miracle if I even remembered to wash my hands that early in the morning.
When I was through, I staggered back down the hallway to my room, where I took refuge under my covers. It was a chilly morning, and for some reason, my dad and grandparents had the front door open, letting the cool air come through the screen door. I knew I had to start getting ready for school, but I was honestly too cold and too tired. I buried my face in my pillow and my feet under my blankets and shut my eyes, hoping to get another twenty minutes of sleep.
"Come on, buddy," I heard my dad's voice say as my bed dipped down. "Don't go back to sleep, son. It's time to get up."
"I'm cold," I grumped, trying to hold on to my pillow as I felt him starting to pull it out from under me.
"Well get up and get dressed and you won't be," he replied as he successfully wrestled the pillow away from my grip. I felt a blast of cold air hit my feet when he pulled my blankets away, and I knew I had lost.
"I don't feel good," I lied, trying to win my blankets back from him.
"You don't?" he asked in a tone that said he didn't believe me. "Well maybe I need to give you some cough medicine before you go to school today."
"Gosh!" I said irritably as I got up. "Why do I have to get up right now?"
"Because it's time for school," he said impatiently. "And because I said so."
Without another word I started to get dressed while he waited to make sure I didn't go back to bed. I slipped my nightshirt off threw it angrily into the laundry basket by my closet, then I moved to my dresser, where I harshly pulled the drawers out, looking for something to wear.
"You can drop the attitude right now mister," my dad warned me. "You might be tired and cranky, but I've had it with your attitude already."
"What attitude?" I snapped, looking sharply at him, and before I knew what was happening, he had grabbed me by the arm and was leading me roughly to my bed.
"That attitude," he said angrily. "You'll knock it off now, Kevin. I'm not putting up with that crap this morning. What the hell's your problem?"
"You're my problem!" I shouted, feeling a burst of anger run through me, and in reply, he grabbed me under my chin and cut his eyes at me.
"Now you listen here, bud," he said in a low voice that said he meant business. "When you talk to me, you'll talk with respect. If you don't, I'll blister your ass. Do you understand me?"
I didn't answer him. Instead, I willed myself not to talk to him by sealing my lips closed. He held my chin in place long enough to make me start crying, but not long enough to make me speak. He let go with a loud sigh, then he went to my dresser and got some clothes out for me, laying them on my chair.
"Just get dressed, son," he said. "Your breakfast is almost ready."
When I got home from school that day I was surprised to see his truck in the driveway. Usually on a Friday he was still working when I came home from school. I walked through the door and without a word, I spread my homework out on the table and got to work. While I was working, my grandma brought me a snack and sat down next to me, wrapping her arm around me and speaking to me in a soothing voice.
"Honey, I know you're mad at your father," she said. "Personally I think he was a little too rough with you this morning. But I want you to go in there and talk to him. He feels really bad."
"But why does he always have to be so strict, grandma?" I asked, feeling frustrated with him. "He acts like I don't need things."
"Well honey, what kind of things do you need?" she asked softly.
"A computer and a cell phone, like all my friends have," I started. "Or even a TV in my room and DVD player. Everyone else has that, but I don't. It's not fair. He won't even give me an allowance."
"Then you need to explain to him that you need those things," she said. "But throwing a fit and not speaking to him doesn't help you at all. I can guarantee it."
"Okay, grandma," I said with a small sigh. I knew she was right, but I didn't think talking to him about it was going to help. I had tried the night before and it got me nowhere.
I finished my homework and my snack, then I got up and walked into the living room, where my dad was sitting on the couch watching TV.
"Hey buddy," he said gently when he spotted me.
"Hi dad," I answered as I took a spot next to him. "Dad?"
"Yeah bud," he said.
"I'm sorry I was being such a brat this morning," I said, not really sure if I was being totally honest.
"You know something, buddy," he started. "If there's something wrong, you need to tell me. Lately you've had the shittiest attitude, and I don't know where it's coming from."
"I don't mean to dad," I said quietly. "I just feel really bad about stuff and you won't listen to me."
"What kind of stuff, son," he countered.
"Like my allowance," I said. "There's other stuff too."
"Like what?" he asked.
"Like how all of my friends have cell phones and computers and TV's in their rooms," I answered, and he cut his eyes at me.
"What does an eleven year old little boy need a cell phone for?" he asked mockingly.
"So I can call home," I said. "And talk to my friends. Justin has one. He has a computer in his room and a TV and DVD player too."
"Well good for Justin," my dad said sarcastically, but my grandma, who had been standing in the entrance way the whole time unbeknownst to me, cleared her throat and gave my dad a sharp look, causing him to sigh.
"Listen, Kevin," he said. "To me, those are things you earn. Maybe your friends have them, and that's great, but I want you to earn those things, son. You have to show me that you deserve them."
"How?" I whined, feeling defeated.
"Well for starters," he said. "You can stop it with the attitude. We'll work out the rest when I've had a chance to think about it more, okay?"
"Yes sir," I said quietly, sitting back on the couch and wondering what he was going to come up with. Out of the corner of my eye, though, I was shocked to see him pulling his wallet out of his back pocket and open it. He started to pull out a five dollar bill, but my grandma knowingly cleared her throat again, so he tucked it back in and pulled out a twenty and handed it to me.
"I mean it Kevin," he said as he out the money in my hand. "I don't want anymore of your attitude. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," I said with a smile as I accepted the money and shoved it into my front pocket. I reached out and gave him a long hug, then I got permission to ride my bike to Justin's.
Mark's car was in the driveway when I rode up, and as soon as I was in their yard, the garage door opened and on the other side stood Mark, Justin and his brother. After Justin and his brother greeted me, they went inside, leaving Mark and I in the garage by ourselves. I was a little anxious to get inside, but curiously, Mark took a seat on a folding chair and patted his lap.
I smiled shyly and sat down on his legs as he wrapped his arm around me and held me close.
"I missed you," he almost whispered in my ear as his tongue flicked at its entrance, tickling it and heightening the arousal I was already feeling.
"I missed you too," I said, turning my head to face him and pressing my lips to his. I moved my tongue to meet his, and for a solid five minutes, we kissed passionately. When we broke the kiss, I was ready to go inside, but Mark had other plans.
I took him by the hand and stood up, but he resisted with a grin.
"What's wrong?" he asked teasingly, staying in his chair and not moving to stand with me.
"Aren't you ready?" I asked, feeling more than a little anxious to get it on with him.
"Tell me what you want," he said in a negotiating tone, still smiling knowingly. I leaned in and pressed my nose to his, then I puckered my lips and kissed him. I pulled my lips off of his but held my nose in place and said seductively, "Fuck me."
With that, I felt him slide his hand down the back of my pants and grab a handful of my butt cheek. He kneaded it forcefully for a few moments, then he slipped a finger into my crack and found my moist entrance, which he invaded much to my delight.
I laid my head on his shoulder and let him finger me for a few moments, then I felt his finger come out and I knew for sure it was time to go inside. I purred lustily as I sucked on the finger that had just been up my butt, rubbing my prostate and getting me ready for the sex I needed so badly.
I turned to walk to the door, but Mark didn't follow me. I was getting a little flustered at his non compliance. My need was becoming more urgent, and I didn't know how much longer I was going to be able to last.
"Let's go to my place tonight," he said with a grin.
"Your house?" I asked, suddenly intrigued by his suggestion. "Won't we get caught?"
"Did you say you were spending the night?" he asked, and it dawned on me that I hadn't.
"What about your mom and dad?" I asked, not sure how we would be able to pull something like that off, and feeling a little uncomfortable about sneaking off somewhere that remote. At least my dad knew where I was when I spent the night at Justin's. There was no way I could tell him I was going to Pleasant Hill for the evening. If I asked, he'd most likely laugh in my face. Still, there was a side of me that wanted to do whatever Mark wanted, so his next statement eased my worries a little.
"That's no problem," Mark said confidently. "My mom's spending the night with her boyfriend in Dublin, and my dad doesn't live with us."
"Oh," I said, a little startled to hear about Mark's parents being spit up. "Well, how are we going to do it?"
"They're coming too," he said, motioning with his head toward the door leading into the house. By ‘they,' I knew he meant Justin and his brother. My guess was that they had gotten permission already from their folks, and the only thing stopping me was the formality of getting permission from my dad.
"Let me call my dad and ask him," I said with a sigh, dreading the task I knew lay ahead of me. The smile that had spread across my boyfriend's lips made it worth it for me to try though, so I took him by the hand and led him inside.
Much to my surprise, my dad said it would be fine as long as he talked to Justin's parent' first. I was so shocked I had to get him to say it again, still not sure I heard him right. I promised him I would behave and that I'd be home for a change of clothes as soon as Justin's mom got home from work.
The ride to Justin's old neighborhood was suspenseful, exciting, nerve-racking and fun. We got on the freeway and Mark held my hand the whole way. I was wondering if we'd ever get there, though, because traffic was horrible. I wondered to myself what kind of house Justin used to live in, and what Mark's house was like. I had heard about Pleasant Hill, a city right outside of Concord. My dad and grandparents had talked about it before, mainly talking about the high cost of living there. I had to wonder whether there were any bad neighborhoods there, because I knew there were some really horrible ones in Pittsburg.
Not that we lived in one at all. If anything, my grandparents had brought my dad and all of my aunts up in a really nice area, and Justin's house was just as nice. As we took the Willow Pass Way exit, we drove past a huge mall, then we made a right hand turn on Contra Costa Boulevard. That's where I lost track of where we were. After a confusing series of rights, lefts and curves, we were in a ridiculously nice neighborhood with over sized homes.
As nice as the neighborhood was that we lived in, I had to silently ask myself what could have possessed Justin's folks to move from the one we were driving through. Mark pulled into the driveway of a huge two story house, the garage door almost all the way up as we pulled into the driveway.
"That's our old house," Justin said excitedly as he pointed to the house to the right. It was a palatial two story house with a 3 car garage and it was bricked in. "My mom and dad still own it. We're just renting it out."
"How come you guys moved to Pittsburg?" I asked, hoping my question wasn't out of line.
"My dad moved his company headquarters to Pittsburg," Justin said sadly. "Maybe someday we can move back."
With that, Justin's brother wrapped an arm over his shoulder and gave him a gentle squeeze, then the three of us walked up the driveway, through the garage and into the house.
I felt out of place as I looked around the massive family room. I knew for sure I had never been in such a huge house. It had a brand new smell to it that made me feel a little self conscious about having my shoes on as we walked across the carpet. I felt like I had to be careful not to touch the walls because they were so pristine and white. Considering that Justin told me that Mark had lived next door his whole life, I had to wonder what Mark's mom did to keep the house so new looking and un-lived in.
As I was looking around the house, mesmerized by a lifestyle I had never seen before, I felt Marks hand in mine. I looked at him and smiled shyly, a little nervous in his element.
"Come on, babe," he said, leading me through the house and up the stairs. Once we were at the top of the stairs, we walked down a long hallway and once again, I was careful not to touch anything. There were vases on brass stands lining the hallway, and the walls were covered with pictures of Mark and his mom.
Some of them were the most baby adorable pictures I could have ever imagined seeing. There was one of his holding a ball and laughing, and I knew he couldn't have been any older than one year old in it.
His room the complete opposite of the rest of the house. It was the definition of chaos and destruction, to put it mildly. There were clothes strewn everywhere, CD's and DVD's layering his desk and dresser and empty bags from Jack In The Box everywhere. He had a really nice PC and a plasma TV hanging from the wall, but his room smelled like stale feet.
He pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out a giant sized bag of weed that contained several smaller bags. If I hadn't known any better, I would have guessed that he was selling weed. Knowing Mark like I did, though, I thought nothing of it. He took a seat at his desk and dumped the contents of his bag out on the smooth finish of his desk top. With a small pair of scissors, he proceeded to chop it all up, then he rolled four fat joints with an orange pack of Zig Zags.
While he sat there and worked, I studied his serious demeanor carefully. He seemed to be all business at his desk, not smiling or looking up from his project. His fingers looked so skillful as they rolled the joints, which had come out perfectly with no lumps or tears. As he finished each one, he held it up and inspected it carefully before setting it on his mouse pad to dry and moving on to the next one.
When he was finished, I slowly approached him and leaned into him as he planted a kiss on my cheek.
"I love you," he said out of the blue, making my knees go weak momentarily as I turned to meet his gaze, which was serious.
"I love you too," I replied right before I pressed my lips to his and let my tongue enter his mouth. I felt his fingertips pressing against mine as he used his left arm to pull me into his lap, intensifying our kiss and sending chills through my body.
"Do you mean it?" he asked as we broke our kiss, and I cut my eyes at him sarcastically, causing him to break out in laughter. He wrapped both of his arms around me and hugged me tightly for a moment before he reached for the joints, which had dried and were ready to be smoked.
I was shocked when we didn't go outside to get high. Instead, we sat in the family room and smoked as it didn't matter. Mark took out an ashtray and set it on the coffee table for us to use if we needed to knock the ashes off, but that was the only precaution he took. When we were done with the first joint, we got up and raided the kitchen, which was fully stocked.
"My mom knew you guys were coming," Mark said, smiling at Justin and his brother. "So she went to Safeway and got a whole shit load of food for us."
I looked around the house for a picture of Mark's dad, but there wasn't a single one. Justin and his brother told an old story about Mark's mom. She had busted them all hitch hiking on her way home from work one day as she drove by them. Mark cracked up as the details poured out, and I could tell he was having a good time.
Out of the blue, Justin's brother got a call on his cell phone.
"Oh, hey Kate," he said sweetly as Justin made faces and mock gagged himself. "Sure, I'm at Mark's for the night."
With that, he got up and walked away for privacy. I giggled as Justin continued to make faces behind his brother's back while Mark stuffed the roach in a porcelain pipe and hit it.
"I bet he's going to fuck her tonight," Justin said with a silly smile. "He hasn't gotten any in a while."
Kate wasn't what I thought she was going to be. I had imagined that someone as sexy as Justin's brother would have been with a super model, but I couldn't have been more wrong.
If there was one word I would have used to describe her, it would have been thick. I guess she wasn't obese, but she wasn't exactly trim, either. She seemed more husky than anything. Her face left a lot to be desired, too, but she had a nice hair do. I guess that counted for something.
She knew Justin, though. In fact, she knew him too good. I really didn't like the way they interacted, to be honest. He was rude to her, and she treated him the same. At one point, he called her a fat ass, and she responded by almost knocking his block off. Of course, this incited his fury, which I had never seen before. His eyes were blazing with tears as he screamed, "Bitch!" in her face. With that, he got up and stormed out the back door while I sat there stunned. Mark got up to follow him, so I did the same thing.
"Hey dude, are you okay?" he asked as we stepped out onto the patio, finding Justin with his face against the fence, looking into his old backyard through the planks. Mark walked straight to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, talking softly to him as I stared in awe at the rest of the backyard. There was a spectacular in-ground pool, as well as a built in hot tub. An amazing looking gas grill seemed to be built onto the back of the house, and there were small statues all around the yard.
I turned my attention back to Mark and Justin, who were now looking through the fence together. Mark was kneading Justin's shoulder and talking, and every once in a while, Justin would nod. I watched from afar, not daring to interrupt the moment they were sharing. It was obvious that Justin was dealing with more than his obvious dislike of Kate. Our visit had caused him to become homesick for the place he had grown up, the house he lived in his whole life.
As the sun was starting to set, the back door opened and Justin's brother came out with Kate on his arm. They looked like such a mismatch, though, and it was hard for me to picture the two of them in bed. The two of them walked over to the fence and Mark pulled his face away from it to give them both room to talk to Justin.
While they talked, Mark and I went back inside. My yearning for sex had yet to be sated, so I vocalized my need once more when we were alone.
When I opened my eyes, it was after midnight. Mark had given me multiple orgasms, and I had come to the conclusion that I was his hopeless bottom. Before his hard on invaded my love tunnel, he shocked me by asking me to get on my hands and knees, then burying his face in my butt and introducing me to a new pleasure. He called it a rim job, and it was the most wondrous feeling I had ever experienced next to having Mark inside of me.
I was a little nervous at first because I was scared I wasn't clean enough back there for him. While I was certainly more conscious of my hygiene since I had started having sex with Mark, I wasn't expecting him to do that. In my mind, all I could think of was how I had sat on the toilet and went number two after school. My worst fear was that he was going to get a mouthful of something I might have missed, but luckily, he didn't say a word.
I found myself intrigued by this new activity as well. I wondered what it would be like to bury my face in his butt and lick at his hole. Would it stink? What would it taste like? Would I like it? I had no way of knowing unless I tried, but I wasn't sure I was ready for that yet.
I didn't have too long to think about it, though, because the spasm's his tongue was giving me caused a rush of cum to shoot out of the end of my hard on with a force I didn't think was possible. From there, he rolled me over on my back and slid his hardness into my spasming hole and brought me off several more times before he filled me up with his own tremendous load.
I extracted myself from his embrace and got up, finding myself in need of a bathroom to relieve my aching bladder. As I made my way down the hall, I heard the sounds of crying coming from the stairs, so I quickly did my business, then I investigated.
Justin was sitting alone at the bottom of the stair case, and he looked incredibly lonely. I moved slowly down the stairs and took the spot next to him, wrapping my arm around him and pulling him into me.
"What's wrong?" I asked softly.
"Nothing," he said sadly, and I sighed.
"Tell me what it is," I said in a gentle voice. "It's okay to need someone to talk to sometimes."
"I wish I hadn't come," he said bitterly.
"Let's go sit on the couch," I said, getting up and reaching down for his hand, which he extended to me with a small smile.
When we got to the couch, I sat at the far end by the arm and curled my legs up underneath me so Justin could get comfortable too. As soon as he got comfortable, I wrapped my arms around him and held him closely. The smell of his hair was sweet, and the curly locks were soft to the touch. I un-twirled one of his curls and put the end of it in my mouth, covering my teeth with my lips and biting down gently. It was something I had never done before, but it was almost instinctive at the same time.
"What's it like?" Justin asked, and I knew what he meant. I let my hand travel down to his chest, where I drew an imaginary line around each one of his nipples and his belly button, making him giggle a little before I answered.
"It's the greatest feeling in the world," I said, bringing my finger back up to the top of his warm chest.
"Will I ever find someone?" he asked, and I knew the answer already.
"Of course you will, Justin," I said knowingly. "You're the sweetest, cutest and most fun person I know."
"Really?" he asked, turning his head just enough to see my face, and I smiled and nodded.
"I've never even had a kiss before," he said pitifully. "I don't think I'll ever be someone's boyfriend. No one likes me that way."
"Are you kidding?" I asked, feeling a little flushed. "I promise you that a lot of people feel that way about you."
"Like who?" he challenged me. "Name even one person."
I looked deep into his eyes, feeling like I had access to his very soul, and as my face lingered dangerously close to his, I knew there was no turning back.
"Puff puff pass, bitch," Justin said as Mark hit the joint a second time and prepared to share the hit with me. I watched him pass the joint to Justin, then he pressed his lips to mine and exhaled, filling my lungs with the smoke that he had drawn in. I coughed the hit harshly out of my lungs and laughed at myself, then I reached over and playfully punched Mark in the shoulder.
"I'm sorry, babe," he said gingerly. "Here, let me make it up to you."
With that, he pressed his lips to mine again and instead of a torrent of smoke, he gave me his tongue. When our kiss was over, I took the joint from Justin's brother and hit it before passing it to my best friend, who smiled knowingly at me as he took it from me. The feel of his skin against mine felt electric, and his face looked angelic to me.
As I brought Mark's hand up to my lips and kissed it, I couldn't help but think back to what happened. I felt a little guilty, and yet, at the same time, I felt like I was doing the right thing. Mark's arm came down over my shoulders and he pulled me into him, and as I rested my head on his shoulders, I wondered how long I was going to have to lie to my boyfriend.
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