Date: Mon, Nov 26, 2012
From: Cody <codyboarder@hotmail.com>
From the Clear Lake Capers
~Snow Bunny Benji~
By Cody Snowe!
Chapter 2
~Moguls and Mischief!~
~Ski Bunny Benji~ (2) by Cody S.
Disclaimer: This story involves homosexual acts between two or more under-age boys. If this offends you, or is illegal for you to view, or you are too young to read it, leave now and do not return. This story is entirely fictitious, and any similarity to persons living or dead, or to actual events is entirely coincidental.
Copyright is to me, and this story may not be reproduced anywhere without my prior permission.
Chapter 2
I was getting close, and looked over to the bags from the mini-mart, and tried to grab for them, but they were slightly out of my reach, as I was held in place by the seat-belt. I saw that Blaine had been watching me, and instinctively reached inside, and handed me a wad of napkins, as he just shook his head, holding his hands out to his sides, and silently mouthing to me, “What the fuck Benji?”
I continued my quest, and after another minute or so, I reached under the blanket with the napkins with my other hand, and shot my sperm into them. Then slowly, as not to bring any undo attention upon myself, pulled my undies and jeans back up, and zipped them shut.
My thoughts continued to focus on Nika, and my now re-modified plans for the upcoming two weeks. Lingering on our conversation in the cashiers line with him, and Nika's perceived save of his, “boy, er, my friend Cody,” remark.
Did he think I'm stupid and didn't catch that error? I sure as hell caught it, and what's more, it changes the whole dynamic of this years, trip to Clear Lake!”
Dad was seemingly in a hurry to get up the hill to the lake, so as we could stop at Raley's supermarket either in South Lake, or Clear Lake City just past Squaw Valley on the Truckee River, depending of course on whether Pop took Highway 50 or 80. We usually stopped to stock up on our food and drink supplies for the coming two weeks.
No need to say that even though Blaine and I are always antsy to get to our target destination, aka: the lake and our second home, we did love the part in the Supermarket of picking out our food-stores and other tasty groceries that would sustain us for the upcoming weeks.
And Pop did give us a long reach in what we chose, as he to was once a kid, and remembered all to well the fun boys our age experienced by being allowed to toss whatever it is we wanted into our metal munchy-mobile.
After relieving my every present overflowing balls of their soupy sauce, and thereby calming my constant thirteen year old sexual energy and hormones, not to mention nervousness, I inserted my ear-phones back in. Then proceeded to flip my I-pod back on, as we merrily motored along, up the snowy highway of white.
Dad was moving along at a good pace, and the pine trees off to the side of the road looked like picket fences, or toothpicks even.
It had been about fifteen minutes since we departed the mini-mart and I was just getting into Modest Mouse's Dashboard, singing silently along. Then I saw out of the corner of my eye, Bailey yelling something at Blaine, and Mom turning around to tell them both to behave. My curiosity finally got the better of me, so I pulled my ear-plugs to listen to what the commotion was all about.
Bailey saw me do this, as I was turning my head to look at the two of them, when she shouted to me, “Alright Benji, which one of you two stink-bombs floated the air-biscuit this time......it stinks in here!”
I was just about to respond, when the heat from the heater vents that causes the warmer air to rise, hit me in the face, with an apparently foul olfactory hitch-hiker piggy-backing the warm current. I immediately wretched, then held my breath, as my eye's squinted, scrunching up my nose. Bailey saw my reaction, then we both looked at Blaine, who was sitting there looking like the cat that ate the canary.
I said, “Ahhhh Mannnn.....Blainnnnnne!”
And Bailey said, “Yah, I should have known, what the hell did you eat for breakfast, Stink-bug?”
I said, “Naw Bailey, it's those damn pork-rinds, they'll tear your shit up!”
Bailey was shaking her head, and shouting at dad, “Daddd, pull over, stop the car,” then to me, “That may have been the catalyst Benji, but not the projectile. Common, what was it Blaine?”
Mom said to Bailey, “Just let him be,” as she was rolling down her window. And just then, a thought of no significant value came to mind, and that is, why do they people still say “rolling down the window,” when they are all electric, and no longer have rollers like they did decades ago?
Anyway, just a random thought, or a rogue wave.....so to speak. But as all eye's focused on the eleven year old in the hot seat, as dad pulled the Land Rover into a rest area off the road, with all the windows down, Blaine simply said, “Just some chili-mac, and hot peppers!”
Bailey yelled at him, “Try frosted flakes or fruit loops from now on you little troll,” as the two of us exited the vehicle breathing in deeply as we both broke the toxic plain of the SUV!
We walked around the lot for a few minutes, and the rest of the family got out of the “honey dipper” and walked around the lot themselves. There were a lot of family’s there to use the restroom facilities, or vending machines for mid-drive snacks. Then the “Toxic Avenger” came up to me and said, “Hey Benji, check out all those kids over on the hill sliding down.”
As I looked off to the field and accompanying hillside, some thirty or forty yards off in the distance, I did see a bunch of kids on inner-tubes, sleds, and even snowboards, having a brilliant time frolicking down the giant hillside, almost of mountainous proportions. I said to Dad, “Hey Pop, can we hang out here for a while and Board down the hill some?”
He replied, “Sorry son, but we're in a hurry.”
Then Mother piped in, “Ohh common honey, you're in a hurry, not the rest of us, dear. Let the boys have a little fun, after all it's their vacation too.”
I think it was Blaine that broke the tie, saying in his most miserable ever, whiny voice, “Yah Dad, we've been is the car for more than two hours now!”
Dad, “We just stopped for almost forty five minutes at that filling station and mini-mart, just ten or fifteen minutes ago kids.”
Bailey, “Yah Dad, but it's probably going to take some time for the Land Rover to detox anyway, after Blaine's ass-grenade.”
Pop sighed in defeat, and said begrudgingly, “Alright, you've got a half hour.”
Blaine and I sprung up, and ran back to the vehicle, while I unfastened our snowboards from the roof, he opened up the back, grabbing our jackets and beanies. Then we headed over to the field, and up the hill from there.
It took Blaine and I quite some time to ascend the crest of the mammoth hill, but once on top, it did a fair job of resembling one of the bunny-runs at a ski resort, complete with moguls.
Off to the right, it was much steeper, and most of the other kids stayed away from there. We were both huffing and puffing, and I said to Blaine, “I thought I saw a ski-lift in the brochure little dude,” as he began to laugh.
Me on the other hand, smiled, and knew I was prepared to defeat my challenger, saying to Blaine, “I'm gonna destroy this run!”
Blaine said, “I, I, I dunno Benji, it's awfully steep big brother.”
I patted him on the head a couple times, and said, “Don't worry Pain, I'll go first, and make sure it's safe, then I'll wave for you at the bottom. It's up to you if you don't want to go Blaine, whatever you choose is fine, nobody is gonna make you buddy.”
He said, “Thanks Benji, and if I don't go, you won't tell the others.....will you?”
I gave him a hug, and said, “Of course not lil-B, have I ever?”
He smiled, and I could tell he was much more relaxed now. Before I made my drop, a few kids approached us, as the oldest one said, “Who said you could use our slope, punk?”
They looked to be about eleven to maybe fifteen, and just by my relationship to Blaine, I could somehow recognize by their appearance and mannerisms towards one another that they were brothers. And from their looks, I've had run-ins with their kind before up at some of the resorts in Clear Lake.
My best guess was that they were white trash from some of the seedier areas of Sacramento. So I slid in front of Blaine, shielding him from the three of them, and said, “I didn't see any trespassing signs, nor your name printed anywhere........wuss!”
He raised his eyebrows, and looked at his two brothers, and then back to me, saying, “Well, we don't need no signs, we could just make you leave.”
I was nervous as all hell, he being older and there being three of them. But I wasn't going to let them know that, as I laughed a little and said, “No, I don't think so.”
He replied, “We'll see,” then he turned to his brothers again and said, “Common you guys, let's go back down and get our Boards, this looks like a good run.”
Then he turned back to Blaine and I before walking away, and said, “It would better for you guys if you were gone before we get back!”
I laughed at him again, as he walked away giving me a dirty look. I turned to Blaine, who looked very scarred, and I saw that his legs were shaking. I turned around to face him, and grabbed hold of him, wrapping him in my arms. He started to sniffle, and said, “Com, common Benji, let's get outta here before they get back.”
I looked at him confidently, and said, “Hell no Blaine, not until we do what we came here to do. Besides we only have about ten minutes before Bailey or Pop comes looking for us, and it's time to go. So don't go worrying about those dweebs!”
He said, “Are you sure Benji?”
I said, “Hell yes I'm sure Tiger, so let's have some fun!”
We waited around for a little while, just getting our first real feel for snow since last season, while building up my nerve. Then I dropped off the lip, smiling back at Blaine, before speeding down the hill. It felt great, with a lite snow falling, and the wind in my face and hair, as I sped down the mini-mountain.
Just a minute or so later, I had made it to the bottom. And just as I began to slow, I barley noticed just in the nick of time, hardly visible through the snow, a short metal sign post no taller than myself.
It was some kind of marker sign for a emergency shut-off for either gas or water, for the rest area I'm sure. Probably for PG & E (Pacific Gas and Electric), or some other City workers. I veered off just in time to avoid it, and knew that I was lucky not to have jacked myself up pretty good.
Just then I heard Blaine shout my name, and as I looked up, I saw him pointing down the hill a little to where our three tormentors were making their way back up. I motioned him to start down with my arm, and shouted, “Common buddy, it's a piece of cake!”
My gutsy little brother did as he was told, and took the plunge, as he hopped off the lip and began hurling himself down the hill. I stood in front of the sign marker, so as he would veer off either left or right of it, so he wouldn't be hurt once he made his way to the bottom. He did make it down with no problems, and slid up to me happy and excited, saying loudly, “Wow Benji, that was Epic!”
I said, “Yah it was, wanna go again Tiger?”
His expression went sour at that point, as he looked up at the three dickheads at the top, and pointed to them, saying, “Nahh, I don't wanna be around them Benji.”
I
said, “Yah, OK, we need to get going anyway buddy, we only have
about five minutes before Bailey or Pop comes looking for us.”
He
shrugged his shoulders and said, “Yah, to bad too, this is fun.
I wish there was a way of getting back at those guys!”
I laughed for a few seconds, and said, “Well, maybe there is Blaine.”
He looked questioningly at me, and said, “How Benji?”
I said, “Common, give me a hand.”
Blaine, “With what Benji?”
I said, “How are you at making snowmen, little man?”
He started laughing and said, “You wanna make a snowman here.....and now Benji?”
I laughed back at him, and said, “Yah! You'll see buddy.”
He said to me, while looking confused, “How is making a snowman, getting back at them, Benji?”
I began scooping up snow with my hands, and covering the base of the metal emergency shut off sign, as Blaine got a big smile on his face, laughing, saying, “OHHHHH, I get it now Benji!”
We both worked hurriedly, giggling and laughing steadily, as we built up a five foot high pile of snow, completely covering the visibility of the whole sign, before shaping it into a two teared snowman. While I was applying the finishing touches on the shape, Blaine was off looking for branches, sticks, and bark for the arms, eyes, and nose.
As we were completing our winter wonder-man, we heard the obnoxious, oldest of the three bully-brothers shout down the hillside, “Ahhhh, Look At The Two Little Faggots! They're Building A Snowman.....Isn't That Sweet!!!”
Then he slid off the lip, and began his descent down the hill, at full speed. I stepped about six feet off to the side of Frosty, pulling Blaine along with me, both of us smiling, and said, “Watch this Blaine, this is gonna be insane,” as asshole's two brothers began down the hillside behind him.
A minute or so later, the jackass reached the bottom at full speed, and did exactly as I knew he would do, and aimed himself right at our Frosty, and a second later, WAMMMMMMM!!!
Snow flew everywhere, as he fell backwards, onto the ground. He was rolling around in pain, before pulling himself onto his knees. He had his hands over his face, as blood was dripping like a faucet, through his fingers onto the snow below, screaming at us, “You Broke My Fucking Nose, You Bastards!”
I noticed that his two brothers had made it to the bottom, and came to his aid, so I said to Blaine, “That's our cue, buddy,” as we both turned around, running towards the parking lot, with our Boards in hand. I heard asshole scream, “Well Don't Just Stand There, Get Em You Guys!”
I turned to glance back, and his two brothers came running after us. I said to Blaine, “Faster buddy, we've got company.”
But once to the parking lot, I saw that Pop had the Land Rover started, ready to go, and Bailey had the back doors open. Blaine and I jumped in without slowing down, as they were a mere ten feet behind us. Dad pulled back out onto the highway, while we buckled up and I flipped them the bird as we drove away!
That concludes this chapter of “Snow Bunny Benji” This is my third (posted anyway) attempt at writing so any feedback, direction, or comments are appreciated. Please forward comments to the address below:
Cody: codyboarder@hotmail.com
Stay tuned for:
Chapter 3
~Greetings and Groceries~
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~Last Days at Fallen Leaf ! - Under Young friends
~Twinergy and the Boys of Clear Lake! - Under young friends
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