Date: Tue, 4 Aug 2020 20:43:17 +0000
From: Jeff Ennig <Jennigmata@hotmail.com>
Subject: Beautiful Burglar Boy - Chapter 8

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Beautiful Burglar Boy - Ch. 8
By Jeff Ennig

***This chapter is narrated by Jake***

Friday! I love Fridays. Even though I often worked some on the weekends, I
still lived it up with my frat bros as much as possible on the
weekends. There were fewer of us sticking around over the summer, but
enough of us to still throw great parties for everyone who stayed in town
over the break.

I walked into work for my shift at the Apollo Cafe just before the start of
the lunch rush, dressed in marginally more appropriate short-shorts and a
tight polo that actually went all the way down to my waist. I still looked
pretty damn good in it, but I wasn't looking to playfully torture Jeff
again today. My attire earlier in the week was absolutely deliberate. I
always liked to build Jeff up a little built, letting him drool over my hot
jock bod for a couple days, before I invite myself over for another one of
our periodic sweaty bonding sessions. It made it more fun for both of us,
and that's really what it was all about. But now that we had gotten that
out of the way, I could go back to being a touch more professional. I knew
it was borderline pornographic of me to have shown up to work dressed like
that, but hey, the tips were great on those days, and if you've got it,
flaunt it, right? Sorry if it sounds cocky, but I know I'm pretty hot, and
Jeff warns me that I won't look this great forever, so I should take full
advantage of it now.

I had swapped shifts with Wyatt so I could work through the dinner rush but
not have to stick it out through closing. On the Apollo crew, we were all
pretty cool with each other about helping out where and when we can. It was
such a great place to work, and actually paid pretty well, so I was
honestly not totally sure I'd even want to leave the job and move on to
what others would consider a 'real job' once I finished my degree. I'd even
taken a lighter course load to extend my time at college so I could focus
more here. It allowed me to use my half-ride lacrosse scholarship and the
money I earned here to pay my way through school debt-free. Jeff had really
pushed me to focus on that as a goal, and I chose to follow his advice. I
had learned early on that it was pretty much always a good idea for me to
follow his advice, and I trusted him completely.

"Good morning, everybody!" I cheerfully shouted out in the temporarily
near-empty cafe, greeting the rest of the crew, including Jeff, Kai,
Phoebe, Josh, and the new kid Ollie as we would all prepare for the
onslaught of the lunch rush at Spartanville's hottest joint.

"Good morning, Jake. How are you doing today, kiddo?" Jeff asked, as he
peered into my eyes with his trademark hybrid of paternal affection and
lightly erotic bonding. I found it reassuring, and maybe a little kinky,
that he still always called me kiddo, even after we began our occasional
rounds of wild, passionate sex where I use my big jock body to completely
dominate him. Our roles there just seemed like the natural fit for both of
us to express our closeness, but I still definitely had the deepest respect
for this man to whom I owed so much, looking at him as a mentor, guide, and
friend whom I occasionally liked to make happy by smothering and conquering
with my entire body. It was a pretty unique bond we had, I guess, although
with as many young guys as he has taken under his wing over the years, I
was pretty certain it was much less unique for him than it was for
me. Because ours was very much not a romantic bond, I didn't feel the
slightest pang of jealousy about that, and in fact, made me respect him
that much more for how good he was at being there for young guys like me,
guys in need of someone to look up to, to feel safe with, to feel close to,
to trust.

"I'm great, boss! Happy it's Friday. I guess you noticed that I switched
shifts with Wyatt so I could leave earlier?"

"Yeah, I saw that. I'm hoping that's because you're planning on taking
Ollie out with you and your friends? It's his 18th birthday today."

"Yeah, I haven't forgotten, boss. You picked a, ah, memorable moment to
bring that one up to me," I smiled wryly at him, referring to him asking me
for this favor while I laid on top of him, smothering him with my sweating
body post-coitus, playfully licking his ear while my pride and joy remained
rock hard and fully inserted inside him.

Not showing the slightest bit of embarrassment at my reference, he smiled
and said, "Excellent! I really want the kid, er, man now, I guess, to meet
some guys closer to his own age."

"I'm sure he doesn't mind you still calling him 'kid', boss. I know I don't
mind it when you call me that," I said, smiling at him.

He smiled warmly back at me. "I'm just glad it'll be you taking him out. I
know I can trust you to show him a good time without letting him get out of
control. 18-year-olds are not exactly known for their self-restraint."

"No, that's true. But neither are 21-year-olds! Just kidding, I promise
I'll watch out for him. No one is gonna mess with a kid under the wing of
the lacrosse captain."

"Like I tell you all the time, it sure is a good thing you're not full of
yourself," he said, playfully punching my shoulder as he turned around to
continue on with work.

I went in the back to grab a few things, and found Ollie cleaning up. "Hey
man, how's it going?"

"Oh, hey, Jake. Yeah, going pretty good. You? It's been a couple days."

I leaned in closer to him so no one else could hear me, and spoke softer
this time. "Yeah! Last time you saw me, I was kneeling naked on the bed
where you sleep and driving my big cock balls deep into the boss."

The poor guy was at a loss for words as his face turned beet red. Just the
reaction I was hoping for.

"Sorry, buddy, I was just messing with you." I lightly punched him on the
shoulder to emphasize my jest. "Hey, what are you doing tonight?"

"I have no life right now, man. So, in other words, nothing. Why do you
ask?"

"Well, a little bird told me that someone became a man today, at least in
the eyes of the law. And I was thinking, you seem like a cool dude. You
interested in hanging out with me and a few of my buddies tonight? We could
even work in a little embarrassing birthday celebration for you."

"Yeah! I mean, sure, that would be cool," he said, quickly pivoting his
tone in a macho stud kind of way, so as not to appear too enthusiastic
about anything. I chuckled a little at this, knowing full well I probably
do the same thing.

"Ok, cool. We'll talk more after the rush. I better get back out
there. Keep up the good work, dude." I playfully patted him on the ass,
teammate-style, as I threw him my words of encouragement.

"Ok, cool."

The lunch rush went by quickly, and I shamelessly flirted my way into
raking in north of $200 in tips through it. My best lunchtime tipper was
always Eric, a nice but kinda pervy professor whom I've never taken a
course from. I always gave him the chance to grab my ass a little when no
one was looking, and occasionally I even let him briefly fondle my junk
too.

I probably would have done even better in tips had I dressed like an
all-out man-whore like earlier in the week, but my overall take was still a
respectable showing by my standards. I threw half into the communal jar and
kept the rest for myself. That was one thing I really thought was cool
about Apollo. We're really a close team. I hear that in a lot of places,
only people who whore themselves out directly to the customers get any
tips, screwing over the people who work the thankless jobs in the back, and
of course disadvantaging ugly people too.

Jeff drills it into my head all the time, even after I drill my spongy head
into him, that I should use my looks to benefit more than just myself. I
liked benefiting from this body I work so hard to maintain, and from the
ample package that I inherited and liked to shamelessly flaunt, but I also
liked the idea that my whorish flirtations helped out my uglier co-workers
too. Jeff's compromise solution of having us front-of-house whores pocket
half and share the rest made a lot of sense to me. Wyatt, my only real
competition for hottest male employee here, agreed with me on this. I'm
sure once Ollie starts working out front more, giving me and Wyatt a little
competition for the title, he'll come to agree with us too. He may be a
short little fella compared to me, but he sure seemed to make heads turn
when he walked in the place.

I made my way into the back as Ollie and Josh were still working on dishes
from the rush. "Mind if I steal Ollie for a few minutes, Josh?"

"Yeah, no worries. I got this."

"Cool, thanks," I said, as I pulled Ollie outside with me for a
non-smoker's 'smoke' break.

"So, Ollie, I gotta say you're really fitting in well here, man. How do you
feel like it's been going?" I asked, wearing my management hat first.

"Thanks, Jake. Yeah, I mean, I've never actually had a real job before, but
yeah, I really like being here. Everyone has been super cool and
welcoming."

"Good, glad to hear it. We all really try to be there for each other on
this team. Every once in a while, we get a bad apple in here, but we all
tend to quietly but ruthlessly gang up on them until they GTFO, so we're
able to maintain such a solid crew. It saves Jeff from ever having to fire
anyone. We never actually discuss it with Jeff, although I suspect that he
knows what we're up to. Now that you know our strategy, we'll expect you to
be a part of the enforcement team, should the need arise again."

He smiled at me letting him in on our little secrets, as he nodded and
said, "Ok, yeah, I think I can do that."

"Good. Now that you're initiated, it's time to talk about your other
initiation, into partying like a madman. I'll come by Jeff's place to
collect you around 9 o'clock. You should probably take a nap after work so
you're geared up, and then plan on crashing at the frat house. My roommate
is gone for the summer, so you can just pass out on his bed."

"Sweet. Ok, I'll be ready."

Not long after that, Ollie punched out for the day, and I continued on to
the dinner rush. Wyatt and I, along with Sondra the smokin' single mom
waitress with a healthy rack and a total lack of interest in college boys
like us, had a little competition going for which one of us could
manipulate our way into the most tips that night. Wyatt, that asshole,
lucked out by getting a table full of cougars and a table full of old
queens, both of which he strategically allowed to grope him on the sly,
while I got stuck with a bunch of nice but boring families with small
children. The best tip I got was from the family where the mom paid the
bill instead of the dad. Side note that married cougars can be a really
great lay. In fact, a couple of the babies in this place might actually be
mine.

Sondra more than held her own, easily beating me out thanks to the table
full of skeezy finance bros she masterfully teased into blowing their
(cash) wads. But nonetheless, Wyatt won in a landslide, raking in over $700
for the night. He was proud to win, but equally proud to bring home so much
bacon to the rest of the crew, as he threw his results up on the
leaderboard in the back.

I still held the all-time record on there, $1,400 on a Saturday night a
couple months back, one of those times when I was dressed to torture Jeff,
strutting about like a walking wet dream, leaving almost nothing to the
imagination in my skimpy commando running shorts and mid-riff exposing
muscle shirt, shamelessly showing off my 6-inch soft cock, huge cum-filled
balls, thick thighs, built calves, bulging biceps, hulking chest, rippling
8-pack abs, prominently-defined V, and tauntingly-trimmed treasure trail to
all those lucky townsfolk.

That night, I followed Jeff home and fucked him all night long, mostly slow
and sensual, but some fast and furious too. At one point, I was fucking him
so hard doggy-style that I thought I was going to knock his teeth out. But
we spent most of the night in our favorite position, missionary, with my
tongue dominating his throat and my 9+ inch cock dominating his guts while
I smothered the rest of him with my 6'4" ripped lacrosse jock body. I
stayed hard just about until sunrise, fucking him senseless until I finally
gave his ass and my spent balls a break so we could catch a few Zs.

I fell asleep with my semi-hard dick lodged inside him, and when I woke up,
I was hard again up inside his fiery warm and miraculously tight velvety
fuck chute, so I started fucking him again until he woke up, and then
continued pumping him awake until I had bred him for a sixth time. Then we
hopped in the shower, where I pinned him against the wall and fucked him in
a slow but forceful rhythm for another half an hour before breeding him for
a seventh and final time. That might have been our hottest bonding session
ever.

He walked ever-so-slightly funny and had such a glazed-over look of total
happiness on his face the rest of the morning while we ate our breakfast
and cuddled on the sofa. Cuddling on the sofa is the one place we revert to
earlier times, before I sprouted up to 6'4" and became a sexpert stud, when
he would sit big-spoon and hold me and caress me non-sexually,
comfortingly, and protectively in his arms. Even though I was so much
bigger than him now, it was nice to sit like this and feel like a safe and
protected kid again, even after I had just fucked my protector senseless
all night.

Ok, enough reminiscing on Jeff's and my sexcapades. He's always coaching me
on not dwelling on the past, but living in the present, so I suppose that
applies to this as well. Still, I was glad to give Wyatt the glory tonight,
knowing I still remained the all-time champ.

With the dinner rush over, I made my way home to prep for the party and
pre-game a little with my frat bros. We got the kegs set up, the beer pong
tables arranged, the coolers stocked with tallboys, and the playlist edited
to rock it out into the night. The college and the town had made sure no
other residences were within a couple blocks of frat row, which helped make
this such a great party school, but I suppose also helped keep the rest of
the town livable for those who weren't currently in the wild binge-drinking
phase of life. And not having any busybodies living close by, the cops had
far fewer noise complaint phone calls they were forced to respond to,
allowing them to stick to their preferred mode of just leaving us the hell
alone and letting kids be kids.

Getting close to 9 o'clock, I started making my way over to Jeff's to
collect the birthday boy. I used my key to let myself in, comfortable in
the knowledge that Jeff didn't feel the need to keep secrets from me. The
living room was quiet, and Tom and Jerry turned their heads briefly to
begrudgingly acknowledge a human presence before turning back to their
duties keeping watching over the town from the porch. I made my way to
Jeff's bedroom, still not hearing a sound. When I opened the door, I saw
Jeff and Ollie naked, cuddled tightly together, without a sheet needed in
the warm summer air. In their curled up position, I could see Jeff's stiff
cock nestled under Ollie's ass and poking into the kid's balls, and his
hands resting gently on the boy's chest and abs, squeezing the kid into
him. Jeff was awake, and turned his head to see me standing there.

"Hey, Jake. Ollie is looking forward to partying with you guys
tonight. Remember to watch out for him," Jeff whispered. "Hey, Ollie, wake
up! Jake's here!" Jeff spoke up, loud enough to stir the boy from his
peaceful nap.

"Oh, hey Jake! I'll be ready to go in a little bit. I kinda want to keep
cuddling just a little bit longer." After catching me fucking Jeff's brains
out, the kid didn't seem to mind having me catch him with Jeff's leaking
dick nudging against his nut sack.

"Mind if I join in on this cuddle session, guys? I call biggest spoon."

"Yeah, hop on in, kiddo," Jeff said in a kindly paternal tone, as I
stripped off my shorts and shirt and crawled behind Jeff. I know Jeff isn't
into threesomes, always saying he preferred to bond with one boy at a time,
but it felt kind of nice to lie here like this with him sandwiched between
me and Ollie for a few minutes. I reached my thick arm under Jeff's head
and along his smaller arm, forcing Ollie to lift his head a bit before
resting back down on my big, firm forearm, and then reached my other arm up
over Jeff and rested my hand in a brotherly manner on Ollie's shoulder. I
didn't get hard, but just enjoyed resting my heavy package up against
Jeff's bare backside while we all three sighed contentedly.

After maybe twenty minutes of lying cuddled together so comfortably like
this, Jeff piped up, "Ok, boys, I think it's time you got going. Otherwise
we might just stay like this all night."

"Yeah, I guess you're right, boss. Ok, Ollie, let's get going. You probably
need to run and clean up that sticky mess Jeff is probably leaving on your
balls as we speak."

"Yup, sure do. Jeff leaks a lot."

"Haha, boys, very funny. But can you blame me with an ass like that? Now
shake your beautiful butts on out of here."

"Yes, boss!" Ollie and I chimed in unison, laughing.

I slipped my shorts back on while Jeff watched me tuck my big dick back in
its home. I flashed him a wink, and then tilting my head toward Ollie as
the kid walked bare-assed over to the bathroom, I looked at Jeff and raised
an eyebrow quizzically.

Jeff just shrugged and smiled mischievously. I shook my head and chuckled
at that, and then slipped my shirt back on before heading out to the living
room to wait for the birthday boy to be ready to go.

I sat and waited on the sofa while I checked my phone and saw a couple
messages from some girls I had banged a few times, letting me know they'd
be there tonight. Ollie emerged only a couple minutes later, dressed and
ready to party.

Once we arrived to the frat house, we still had a little time before
party-goers started to arrive, so I had time to give Ollie the grand tour
and show him my room where he'd be crashing on my absent roommate's empty
bed. Ollie also had a good chance to get to know some of my bros while we
all continued pre-gaming. They were all super cool toward him, and all
wished him a happy birthday once I let that little bit spill out. He was
smiling and having a great time, nursing a single beer while we waited for
the craziness to begin.

Sometime around 10:30, friends and randoms alike started streaming in, with
all except the hottest coeds paying us a $10 cover to get in. Since we were
the only game in town over the summers, and since we only ever bought the
shittiest beer, our house made a tidy little profit on our summer parties.

By 11, the place was jam-packed and really hopping. Ollie had done a keg
stand already, and was now three sheets and grinding with some hot
redheaded senior chick who seemed super into the idea of getting with a guy
on his 18th birthday. I was pretty sure I had sampled those wares before,
and I was even more sure she wasn't a wise choice for the birthday boy. I
did a keg stand of my own, played a little beer pong, and danced up on the
Sigma Sisters, the same three who had messaged me earlier, as they all
three felt me up and down while we gyrated along to the beats. Looking over
at Ollie with the redhead's tongue down his throat, I started to get
worried about the kid, so I shook off the Sigma Sisters, went over to
Ollie, shooed away the redhead, and dragged the kid out onto the porch
where we could be alone for a few minutes.

I knew I only had to focus on Ollie for a little bit, and I knew I could
always go back into the party and hit up the sisters again, so I wasn't
worried. They were sorority sisters from Sigma Nu. I couldn't keep their
names straight, so I just called them Sigma Red, Sigma Blonde, and Sigma
Black, after their hair colors. They didn't seem to mind. Most of the time,
we ended up in a foursome, which I suspected might have been an excuse on
their part to get to mess around with each other. But I damn sure didn't
mind!

Once we got out onto the porch, Ollie looked at me and grinned. "Man, Jeff
said you were a ladies man, but now I've seen it up close! Those chicks
were all over you."

"Yeah, but I've already dipped my wick in those wells a few times. Plus,
I'm pretty sure at least one of them has the clap, so I always have to wear
a double raincoat, which makes it less fun for me. I might wait to see if
some fresh meat shows up tonight before I settle for the Sigma
Sisters. Sorry to drag you away from the hot redhead, buddy, but take my
word for it, you don't want to plant your flag there. And speaking of Jeff,
there's no secrets now between us about me and Jeff. Now it's your turn to
confess."

"Full confession? Ok, well, even though we were only cuddling together when
you came in tonight, I did let Jeff jerk me off this morning while we laid
in the same position. I feel like I should be bothered that it happened,
but I'm just not. I don't know, it just felt right, you know? And plus, it
was, um, really, really, really fucking hot."

"Hahaha, yeah, I know exactly what you mean. Jeff is just, I don't know,
Jeff. Sounds like you've already got it figured out, but yeah, just keep
not overthinking it, man. I just think of myself as straight with an
asterisk, and that asterisk's name is Jeff. Just stay out of your own head
and accept that the rules are different around him. Trust me, you'll be
glad you did."

"Yeah, sounds like we're on the same page there."

"So, now that we seem to have no boundaries here between us, let's get even
more personal. Have you thought about kicking it up a notch with Jeff?"

"Yeah, it's been on my mind the last couple days. I've kept brushing it
aside, afraid what it might mean or whatever, but after talking it out with
you, I guess I'm less confused about it."

"Good. Let me tell you, it's really fun to do your part to make that man
happy. He's done a lot for me, and I'm just happy I get to return the
favor. Have you, um, thought about what position you'll be playing?"

"Huh?"

"Pitcher or catcher?"

"What?"

"Giver or receiver. Top or bottom. Dickor or dickee."

"Oh! That. Duh. Well, that's why I was a little hesitant, because it just
seems to make sense with him as, well, the 'pitcher', as you say. I mean,
he really seems to get a charge out of my ass. I've been giving him as many
opportunities to enjoy looking at my ass as I can think of the last few
days. I even bought several pairs of shorts mostly because they were tight
enough for him to enjoy the view. Not to mention letting him snuggle up
against my bare ass now and rest his dick in my crack, as you saw
earlier. I guess it makes me happy that I have something to offer him, ya
know?"

"Exactly. That's what it's about for me, too. Don't let it be any different
than how it is for me. Honestly, if it felt natural to me for our roles to
be reversed, I wouldn't hesitate for a second to take it up the ass for
Jeff. There is not another man on Earth I would even so much as entertain
such a thought about, but, you know, it's Jeff. And I don't know, the
chemistry is just kind of natural for us the other way around. Like I say,
I just don't overthink it, and simply accept that the rules are just
different with him."

"That makes sense. I mean, there has never been a guy I've thought about
like that before, and I still don't think of any other guy like this. I
guess I just really like the idea of being close to Jeff, is all."

"Same here, man. Spot on. I mean, look at us. I'd say we're both pretty hot
guys. But I feel not the slightest tingle in my underparts when I look at
you."

"Yeah, no offense, man. I know you're pretty proud of your shit and all,
but same here."

"Hahaha, I like your style, dude. So, are you, like, scared at all? It's ok
if you are," I said as I lowered my voice to a non-judgmental, soft tone.

"I mean, not really. A little nervous, I guess. But the way I figure it, if
Jeff can handle taking your fucking enormous donkey-dong, I should be able
to handle his more reasonably-sized piece."

"Are you making fun of me? You little shit."

"Hahaha, no! Not at all, donkey dick!" he giggled at me.

"Oh yeah, and what are you packing down there? A little girl dick?" I
taunted as I playfully grabbed at his crotch for a brief second.

"If you must know, when I'm excited, which is not when some
lacrosse-playing asshole grabs my junk, it's an impressive but not obscene
size, somewhere between you and the boss-man. I'm proud of it. Besides, I
bet most girls are afraid to take your big stick."

"Fuck you, man! Yeah, some are, but I still manage to find plenty of slutty
coeds, and a few horny sugar-mamma cougars, willing to take me on."

"Haha, you're such a slut, man!"

"Hey, shut up, dude! I'm just not the romantic type like you seem to be,
right now at least. I'll get around to it later. In the meantime, it's my
duty to let as many lucky ladies as possible take a ride on this," I
bragged half-jokingly, clutching my junk.

"Whatever, man. I'm going back inside to the party."

"Good idea. I'm sick of talking to you, anyway," I laughed as I playfully
grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back inside.

The party was going great, I had more chicks hanging on me, and Ollie still
seemed to be having a good time. Just before midnight, while it was still
technically his birthday, I had the birthday boy shotgun three tallboys
while the whole room sang Happy Birthday. That's the frat house version of
a birthday cake.

We kept at it like that for at least a few more hours, and I saw Ollie
doing some hard-core making out and heavy petting on the dance floor with
at least four different coeds, plus a brief but lewd session with the Sigma
Sisters who wanted to brutally maul the birthday boy themselves for a
bit. I wouldn't be surprised if the kid had creamed his shorts a couple
times by that point. I was once again crowned the Beer Pong King of the
party, and by 4 o'clock, things were starting to wind down. A cute, petite
little buxom brunette I had silently nicknamed in my own mind as Tight
Squeeze, because she had turned me down once after seeing the size of my
endowment, was rolling around on a couch going hot-and-heavy with
Ollie. Ollie was dry-humping and feeling up Tight Squeeze while I was on an
adjacent sofa, working to seal the deal with Pom-Poms, my nickname for the
blonde football cheerleader I had just met an hour before while dancing. I
had turned away the Sigma Sisters in favor of this new chick, and I hoped I
had made the right call. I could overhear Ollie and Tight Squeeze from the
other sofa.

"Ooh, you're so hot, Ollie. I really want to take you upstairs and give you
a special birthday present."

"Mmm, hmph, you're really fuckin' hot, babe. But this is a little fast for
me. Can I get your number and take you out tomorrow night?"

At this, Tight Squeeze pushed Ollie off of her and sat up on the sofa. "I'm
not looking for a fucking husband, jerk. You just looked like you'd be a
good lay. Jeez! Nevermind! I'm out of here!"

The poor kid sat there, briefly dejected, then quickly shook it off and
made his way up the stairs to my room. I shrugged it off and continued
working on Pom-Poms.

"Wanna come up to my room, baby? I promise I'll show you a real good time."

Pom-Poms reached down into my shorts and grabbed hold of my hard dick,
pulling it up so the top few inches stuck out from my waistband and
stretched past my belly-button.

"Ooh, I'd love to see if I can take this thing, big boy. Ok, lead the way,
stud."

We got up to my room where we threw off our clothes and climbed into my
bed. I reached over to grab protection, looked over to see Ollie passed out
cold in my roommate's bed, looked back at Pom-Poms, tore open the packet,
sheathed by big cock, and proceeded the fuck the shit out of Pom-Poms until
she moaned and screamed loud enough to shake the rafters while I unloaded
into my condom.

"That was really hot, stud. You really know how to use that thing. Is it ok
if I spend the night here?"

"Yeah, of course, baby. You were pretty fucking hot yourself. I'll be right
back."

I got up to check on Ollie, went to grab a tall glass of water, returned,
and sat at his bed-side. I pulled off his shoes and shorts, leaving his
boxers on. I slapped his face a few times to get him up, forced him to sit
up and drink the water, then let him return to his drunken slumber and
tucked him in, after placing a bucket on the floor by his head. Then I
climbed back into bed to cuddle with Pom-Poms as we quickly fell asleep.

Sometime after noon, I woke up and shook Pom-Poms awake. "Yo, hey baby,
it's past noon. Time to get going."

"Oh, good morning, or afternoon, or whatever. That was fun last night." She
got up and started getting dressed, and as she started to leave the room,
she grabbed a piece of paper and jotted down her number. "Here, stud, text
me sometime when you want to go another round. See you around, big boy."

"Thanks, baby. You were great. I hope to see you again." I meant
it. Pom-Poms was a pretty decent lay, and she was willing to take on my
size. There was definitely room in my rotation for another.

I got up and put some shorts on, then walked over to sit beside Ollie and
shake him awake. "Get up, big guy. It's past noon already."

"Ugh. Ouch. My head is pounding."

"Here, take these, drink this."

After he downed the Advil and the water, I coaxed him out of bed as he
slowly and dramatically pulled his shorts back on and laced up his shoes.

"Hey, Ollie, let's head on down to the Apollo and get some coffee and a
little food in us. I don't have to work until 4, and I believe you have the
day off, right?"

"Yeah, sounds good," he mumbled.

We made our way down to the Apollo, and by the time we reached the cafe,
Ollie was beginning to show signs of life again. We took a table in the
corner, and Jeff came over to check on us.

"Good afternoon, boys! Did Jake show you a good time last night, Ollie?"

"Heck yeah! It was a really great party. I'm paying for it a little today,
but it could be worse. I'm gonna head up and sleep it off a little more
after this."

"Sounds good, kiddo. I'll be home around 3 o'clock, so I'll be seeing you
then. Let me get a little coffee to start you boys out, ok? And Jake,
thanks again for helping him celebrate."

"You got it, boss."

As Jeff left our tableside, I leaned over to Ollie and said, "Sorry you got
shot down by that chick last night, man. I guess she was just looking for a
quickie, huh?"

"Yeah. No big loss. Besides, I learned last night that I won't have any
problem finding girls in this town. Nice to know. But I'll confess
something to you, I'm actually kind of a virgin."

"Really? That's cool. I wasn't much younger than you are now when I handed
in my V-card."

"Oh yeah? But yeah, that chick was hot and all, but I wasn't about to lose
it on some random chick at a frat house, all due respect to frat houses."

"I take no offense to that."

"Good. And besides," Ollie leaned in closer, conspiratorially whispering,
while looking in the direction of our boss, "I don't plan on being a virgin
by this time tomorrow."

"I think I get your drift, dude. Nice. Well, I'll take whatever details you
want to share tomorrow. I'm sure I'll see a big, stupid grin on someone's
face tomorrow, and maybe on yours too. I'm warning you, though, if his
smile is bigger than it is after I'm done with him, I might be a little
jealous."

Ollie laughed at this. And just then, the subject of our whispering
returned with our coffees.

TO BE CONTINUED...