Date: Tue, 11 Aug 2020 08:38:26 -0400
From: Ulf Raynor <ulfr57@gmail.com>
Subject: Devil Dawg Donnelly's Part12

Devil Dawg Donnelly's

Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to people
or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Part Twelve:

Things were panning out pretty good Billy thought to himself, at least
compared to earlier. It started going downhill at first, right after his
morning work out on base. He had ridden his bike to get there as usual, but
after his workout and on his way home it started to downpour and Billy was
completely drenched in the short time it took him to get there. It
continued to rain off and on, in typical Georgia summer fashion, all
afternoon.

By 3:30 pm Billy was resigned to the fact he was going to have to drive to
work in the rain and get drenched again. but Timmy offered to give him a
ride, as he was getting ready to go home to check on things, maybe call his
parents, and get a change of clothes. If nothing else, Billy figured he
could call his dad if he needed a ride home after his shift, but he was
kind of hoping he and Gavin might still do something after work. Billy
wondered what that something could possibly be and exactly how far did he
intend to push it?

Gavin was cute and all, for a guy. But Billy wasn't sure he could go as far
as his brother does with Timmy.  If he made some sort of move on Gavin,
what would Gavin expect him to do? Or maybe he was just overthinking
it. Maybe all Gavin was expecting was just to hang out or something, which
was also cool with Billy. Gavin had a good sense of humor and Billy could
see them just being buds. Nothing like him and Baxter, but still, he
wouldn't have any problems just hanging out together.

Billy was kind of relieved fairly early in their shift when Gavin asked if
they were still planning on hanging out together after work. After Billy
explained his ride situation, Gavin just smiled and said he could give him
a ride home; he was using his moms truck and told her he was probably going
to hang out with a friend from work afterward.

"How about we get something to eat at Burger King?" Billy suggested.

Gavin thought that was a great idea, he hadn't eaten since lunch and was
starving. As their shift came to a close, Billy popped into the employee
restroom and quickly changed out of his overalls and slipped into the
sweats he'd brought with him then headed out back to meet up with
Gavin. Billy was kind of surprised how easy it was to talk to Gavin noting
Gavin shared a similar taste in music and even liked a few of the same
video games. As they pulled into the local BK, Gavin asked Billy if he just
wanted to go through the drive-thru or if he wanted to go inside to eat.

It was a little after 8 and there didn't appear to be that many people
there at the time so Billy suggested they go inside. "It's a lot cooler in
there than it is out here." Billy happily noted.

Gavin gave Billy a quirky little smile and innocently responded: "Well, we
can't have you getting too hot, now can we?" No sooner had Gavin spoken the
words, his face flushed realizing how what he just said might be
interpreted.

Billy burst into a hearty laugh, increasing Gavin's embarrassment. "I'm
sure if I get too hot, you'll be able to think of a way to cool me down."
Billy quipped before giving Gavin a lecherous wink and a wicked smile full
of implied intent.

"Good gawd, what have I unleashed!?" Gavin moaned mockingly, all the while
his face flushing even redder than before. Gavin parked fairly close to the
building, off to one side, not far from the side entrance.

As they got out of the vehicle and stepped onto the sidewalk leading to the
entrance, Billy bowed slightly and with an over-exaggerated sweeping
gesture indicated that Gavin should lead the way. "Perhaps you should go
first so you're not tempted by my hotness." Billy could barely contain the
mirth he was getting from Gavin's embarrassment.

Gavin just shook his head. But after passing Billy and reaching for the
door and pulling it open, he stood there waiting for Billy to enter
returning Billy's mocking, bowing gesture and with a sweeping arm flourish
ushering Billy inside, he bemused: "I'm pretty sure you just wanted me to
go first because you were afraid you wouldn't be able to figure out how a
door works!"



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After appropriating an M38 jeep from base transport and picking up Atticus
from his unit's assigned barracks, Carl transported them to the Southwest
Georgia Regional airport outside Albany to pick up Taylor and Davis who
were arriving from their commercial connecting flight from
Atlanta. Fortunately, and much to Carl's relief, the flight was on time and
he and Atticus awaited their departure from their aircraft.

As the two young Marines entered through the small terminal gate carrying
their rucksacks and their duffle bags, Carl found himself visually
assessing them. Cpl. Scott Taylor was the taller of the two. Carl estimated
him at about 6'1" with dark, almost pitch-black hair, fair complexion, with
broad-shoulders and a tapered waist. He isn't overly muscular, rather lean;
but from his exposed nearly hairless arms, Carl noted how defined his
muscles were. This is obviously a man who trained his body for both
strength and speed, not just bulk. Despite the apparent lack of body hair,
Taylor actually reminded him of a very young Max, both in the way he
carried himself and the ever scanning and assessing glare of his eyes.

Pfc. Austin Davis was his mirror opposite; sandy-haired, shorter, maybe
5'9", light golden hair softly covered his thick, muscled, exposed
forearms. Heavier set than his companion, though not what Carl would ever
denote as obese or fat. His sparkling blue/green eyes unable to conceal
what Carl was sure would be a bubbly, cheerful personality, as did his
boyishly cherubic face. Austin defined what Carl had always pictured as the
stereotypical baby blue Marine. Both Carl and Atticus stood motionless in
typical parade rest, hands behind back, shoulders straight and chest out
stances. As the two Marines spotted them and approached with what Carl
noted as a small degree of trepidation.

"Cpl. Scott Taylor and Austin Davis reporting for duty Sir!" Taylor
announced, both dropping their gear to stand stiff armed in the expected
stationary drill stance, eyes forward and awaiting instruction.

"Drop that "sir" shit!" Carl sneered. "I'm not an officer corporal, I work
for a living!" Carl's admonition caused both men to smile and relax their
stiff stances. They both extended their hands in less formal salutations as
both Carl and Atticus shook their hands announcing who they were in a less
formal greeting. After gathering their gear and loading them up in the
jeep, Carl headed back to base and listened intently as Atticus unabashedly
preened about his unit and getting to know them on a more personal level.

As they recounted their life histories leading up till now, Carl couldn't
help but shake his head more than once at their all too familiar
stories. How both Taylor's father and mother had been killed in a car
accident when he was 9 and he was sent to Michigan to live with his widowed
grandfather who had made sure he underwent his Heritage ceremony but died
soon after. A ceremony that would have never taken place if it hadn't been
for his grandfather's absolute persistence after being repeatedly rejected
by the regional Devil Dawg council leader. It wasn't until he sought the
help of the districts Green Father, Elder Hadrian Mumsford, who interceded
on his behalf and performed the ceremony with his grandfather stepping in
to take his son and Taylors sire's roll.

As for Austin, he didn't have a clue growing up who his father was. His
mother just said he was some Marine she met at a private party one night
and never saw again. Austin said he would have never even known about his
Heritage or the ceremony if it hadn't been for the father of a friend and
football teammate he had just met when his mom transferred to her new job
in Corsicana, Texas as a sales rep. He pulled him aside one night and
grilled him about who his father was.

Austin told him all that he knew and his friend's dad made it a point to
talk to his mom to help fill in the blanks. Austin was 15 at the time and
after that conversation, he took a keen interest in Austin's life. He ended
up laying down the law, so to speak, about the code and the importance of
him and his son having each other's back until they were 18 and came into
their Heritage, which they did. On Austin's 18th birthday, his friend's
father stepped in and assumed the role of surrogate sire and saw him
through his ceremony.

Hearing their life experiences forced Carl's thoughts toward Baxter and how
if not for what they believed about Billy, would share a similar fate as
all these young men. More and more Carl shared Max's belief that the
ancient Codex could go fuck itself. These young men deserved better.

After returning to the base and doing a brief introduction of the two new
recruits with the other nine members of their unit, Carl gave them their
orders for the next morning and left them in Atticus's care. Carl was
actually impressed with the way Atticus had gotten the two young Marines to
open up and discuss the most intimate details of their lives and how
trusting and at ease his men felt around him.

Of course, this only made Carl reluctantly smile inwardly, acknowledging
how right Max had been. This once again proved that Max was seldom wrong
about people and that there was more than met the eye as far as
Cpl. Atticus Walker was concerned. Carl returned the jeep to base transport
and jumped in his own truck. Pulling out his phone, punching on Max's icon
and waiting for him to answer, wanting to know if there was anything
specific Max wanted for dinner all the while silently chanting: "Please
don't say pizza." over and over again.



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Max Donnelly's stomach growled again, refusing to let him forget how hungry
his belly was. Max had just taken a cold shower a few minutes ago hoping to
quell another hunger as well; at least until Carl made it home. Seeing his
youngest son lay on the couch with his legs sprawled over the far end and
his head resting peacefully as he slept in the angelic lap of Timmy
Anderson, who idly stroked his son's hair from his perch in the center of
the couch, wasn't helping with the latter part of his hunger. Noting the
boys were feigning interest in some movie on Netflix, Max decided to pop a
bag of popcorn and join them, hoping to at least assuage his grumbling
belly if not his churning balls.

As the popcorn popped, Max dove into the fridge and grabbed a can of beer,
flipped the tab, and took a deep chug of the refreshing, bubbly
beverage. Max contemplated heading back to his room and putting on a pair
of shorts instead of walking around with a damp towel wrapped around his
waist. But the sudden ding of the microwave altered that plan; Max just
said "fuck it", grabbed the bag of popcorn, his beer, and joined the
duo on the couch.

Max parked himself a couple of feet from Timmy and sat his beer on the end
table next to him. Then he took a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into
his mouth and extended the bag to Timmy, urging him to have some. Feeling a
bit peckish himself, Timmy hesitantly reached out and grabbed a few buttery
kernels and stuffed them in his mouth. Looking right at Max and playfully
sucked the salty butter from his fingertips. Max just laughed at him and
turned kind of side-saddle on the couch and propped the bag of popcorn
between his hairy muscular legs, before reaching in and hauling another
handful out and began munching on it while pretending to pay attention to
the movie on TV.

Timmy frowned slightly, before reaching over and grabbing some more of the
popcorn and casually consumed it, kernel by kernel, as he returned his
focus to the movie he and JD had been watching. Quenching the initial pangs
of his ravenous stomach only brought the gnawing hunger centered in his
gonads more to the forefront.

Max openly ogled Timmy's nearly naked body, being clad only in a pair of
skimpy tight shorts. Max admired the bugling ripples of his nearly hairless
velveteen skin over his well-toned muscles, the soft milky, smoothness of
his skin practically begged for caressing.

He watched as Timmy's left hand haphazardly reached over and fumbled to
find the opening to the popcorn bag, practically groping Max's leg in the
process, before plucking out a few more kernels of corn and moving his hand
slowly to his mouth. He then sensuously poked them one by one between his
full, ripe lips and proceeded to suck his fingertips each time, not
realizing the effect it was having on Max's libido.

Max just scooted his hips forward more and brought the bag closer to his
now exposed crotch. He bemusedly watched as his cock began to slightly
engorge with blood and expand upward and flop thickly across his right
thigh. He could barely contain a snicker as Timmy's hand once again fumbled
over in the direction of the bag to grope his naked upper thigh once again,
his fingertips just missing his expanding dong by fractions of an inch
before finding the bag opening and retrieving more kernels again
absentmindedly pushing each piece into his mouth and sucking his
fingertips.

As Max watched his cock expand to its fullest, he noticed a drop of precum
bubble out his piss slit in a large pea-sized beaded droplet. Max reached
into the popcorn bag and plucked a kernel out and stuffed it into the
viscous fluid instantly adhering it to the tip of his enormous
helmet-shaped bulbous glans as Max moved the popcorn bag out of the way,
fully exposing his genitals.

Max's eyes watched wickedly as Timmy's hand reached over once again and
fondled around for the popcorn bag grasping at empty air until Max eased
his crotch forward even more until Timmy's fingertips came into full
contact with his massive wanger. Max laughed out loud as Timmy wrenched his
hand back, a look of shock and surprise consuming his facial expressions.

Max ran his left hand down his hairy chest and abdomen, his fingertips
pushing through his thick dark pubes until connecting with the base of his
cock and pushing it upward, forcing it to stand straight up. Max
lasciviously looked into Timmy's wide bulging eyes and sneered: "Last
piece, you want it?" Max watched as Timmy visibly gulped before adding:
"Come and get it!"

Timmy sat there motionlessly, frozen, staring at the biggest cock he had
ever seen, and that included the numerous porn vids he had watched. Up till
now, Timmy had thought Billy had a really big dick. But this one put it to
shame. Max's cock was huge, not only longer than Billy's by a good bit, but
a bit thicker as well. Timmy felt hypnotized by it and it pulled at him
like a moth to flame. His hand seemed to reach out for it of its own
accord, forcing Timmy to lean sideways to wrap his fingers around its
humongous girth.

It didn't surprise him at all, that his fingertips couldn't meet no matter
how hard he squeezed, trying to close the gap between his thumb and middle
finger; Timmy knew it had to be thicker than his wrist and almost as long
as his forearm, at least twelve inches. The huge helmet-shaped head was a
bluish lavender and shiny. So shiny he almost expected to see his own
distorted reflection in it. He noted it was also thicker than his shaft,
being close in size to a tennis ball.

Max's balls were also a marvel. His hairy thick-skinned sack looked like it
had been stuffed by a baseball, pulled up tight to his groin. Timmy
unconsciously and repeatedly licked his lips in pure lusting hunger taking
in Max's prodigious endowments.

Max deciding to take matters into his own hands, reached down, and plucked
the piece of popcorn from the tip of his cock and plopped it into his
mouth, taunting: "Your loss." He then moaned and rubbed his
belly. "Delicious!"

Timmy audibly whimpered and sought to move his mouth closer to his
throbbing cockhead, and with just mere inches from his goal, Max's phone
rang. He immediately stood up, ripping Timmy's hand away from his cock as
he headed to the kitchen to retrieve his phone and answering.



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Billy shook the last of the piss from the head of his dick before stuffing
it back into his jockstrap and sweatpants. As he flushed the urinal, washed
his hands, and turned to head out the door of the restroom, he found
himself smiling and not remembering when the last time he actually felt
like doing that. Gavin was a fun guy to hang with. He was funny, and at
times witty, and Billy was really enjoying hanging out this evening. He'd
half-forgotten about seeing if he could get a blowjob or something off him,
not that he would now say no to that, but more like discovering he was
actually enjoying having someone to just relax with and shoot the shit.

As Billy rounded the corner from the bathroom area, he noted that several
people had gathered around his and Gavin's table. As he drew closer, he
knew immediately who they were. Blake Riley and that nasty-ass bitch
Rebecca Wheeler, two of Blake's football buddies, and to Billy's surprise
Melissa Talbot. He had always gotten the impression she was as smart and
nice as she was beautiful.

Billy had always admired her from a distance at school, thinking she was
one of the hottest girls he knew of, looking almost like a clone of Selena
Gomez right down to the long dark sultry hair and, of course, having all
the curves in all the right places. So, what was she doing hanging with
that redneck dipshit Blake? And why were they all crowded around his and
Gavin's table?

Melissa spotted Billy first, and just shrugged her shoulders with her hands
held up denoting helplessness and rolled her eyes from Billy's to Blake. It
was at that moment Billy could see Gavin, with his face turned sideways
away from Blake whose angry face was mere inches from Gavin's left
ear. Billy couldn't quite make out what he was saying, but his tone was
definitely threatening. Blake's two large, jock buddies stayed close by,
arms folded over their chest just as threateningly, while Rebecca Wheeler
just sneered nastily at Gavin on the other side of him.

Gavin looked pale as a ghost as Billy sauntered up behind Mike Humphrey and
Dougie "Dickhead" Dickson, that's what his brother called him having had a
few run in's with him, and threw his arms over their shoulders loudly
stating: "Howdy boy's. Is there a problem here!?"

Dougie and Mike instantly pulled aside, shrugging off Billy's unwelcomed
bro hug. Blake turned angrily to Billy. "Fuck off Donnelly, this ain't none
of your business."

Billy shoved his way past Dickhead and Mike and yanked Rebecca Wheeler out
of his seat by her arm, eliciting a harpy-like screech from her as he
shoved her aside like a rag doll. "Next time, stay out of my seat, bitch."
Billy sniped.

Blake stood erect, puffing his rather sizeable chest out, hands
clenching. "I'm warning you, Donnelly. Stay the fuck out of this!" he
practically spat the words in Billy's face. Billy just leaned back and
casually stretched and relaxed into his seat while offering a visibly more
relieved Gavin a big smile. Before looking right into Blake's eyes, he
responded with a coldness that made Gavin shiver. "Or what, pussy boy,
you'll wet your panties?"

Billy laughed mockingly as Blake's buddies grabbed Blake, holding him back
from coming across the table at Billy, who just sat there coolly, ignoring
his ranting profanities. It was at that time Melissa gently took hold of
Blake's arm, trying to calm him down, saying they should just leave before
they all got into trouble.

It was Rebecca Wheeler who responded for Blake. "Shut the fuck up, bitch!"
she hissed venomously. "This little faggot deserves everything it gets
after what its boyfriend Arliss Gundarsun did to Blake a couple of years
ago! "Rebecca shook her bony finger angrily under Melissa's nose, who
surprisingly snatched it, shoving her backward and warning her. "You ever
stick your finger in my face again, you little tramp, and I'll shove it up
your ass. Oh, by the way, his name is Gavin, not "faggot" or "it", you
dumb, bigoted cunt!" The look on her now angry face left Billy and Gavin
both with no doubt she'd do exactly that. Billy couldn't help but smile,
nor could he help the fact she just made his dick chub a bit.

Blake whirled in Melissa's direction and grabbed her roughly by the arm
before shoving her backward spitting: "You just earned yourself a long walk
home, you fucking frigid dyke."

"Like I'd ever get in a car with any of you ever again, you pencil-dicked
momma's boy." Melissa's tone was cool, calm, collected, and completely said
without fear, knowing the hours of training her Marine Corps father taught
her gave her all the confidence she would ever need to handle someone like
Blake Riley. Billy was so impressed with Melissa he almost let her handle
Blake herself as he moved toward her and raised his fist as if to strike
her. But Billy's instincts and lightning-fast reflexes caught Blake by the
wrist, and before Blake knew what happened to him, Billy slammed him
face-first into the table, his arm twisted behind his back, holding him
painfully helpless.

Billy barely had time to turn around, catching Rebecca Wheeler, now armed
with a serving tray, throw the arm holding the tray back over her right
shoulder. But before she could swing it at Billy's head, Billy and Gavin
watched in total surprise as Melissa snatched her by the hair on the back
of her head and with one big yank tossed Rebecca backward onto her ass on
the floor where Melissa, now standing over her, thrust her foot against her
throat and held her securely to the floor, Rebecca helplessly clutching at
Melissa's foot with both hands, trying desperately to extricate herself to
no avail.

Like the coward he is, Blake cried out to his buddies for help. Billy
turned, still holding Blake's arm, but expecting he'd now be facing three
opponents instead of one. But as he looked over at Mike and Dickhead, he
noticed neither made a move in his direction. It was then that Billy
noticed a familiar face smiling back at him from between the two jocks.

Carl McGregor had witnessed the ongoing events as they played out from mere
moments ago, knowing one-on-one, Billy would have no problem defending
himself. Carl got out of his truck and hurried in, not liking the odds of
all three boys jumping Billy.

He now stood grinning back at Billy, Mike Humphrey's left arm and Dougie
Dickson's right arms securely held tightly behind their backs, fist firmly
planted between their shoulder blades and tightly against their spines.

Carl whispered into their ears: "If I let you boys go, are you gonna behave
like gentlemen and collect your friends and depart the premises?" Carl
twisted their arms even tighter, causing considerable amount of discomfort,
before stating matter of factly: "Or am I going to have to rip these off
and shove them up your collective asses so far it will take a team of
proctologist a week to remove them?" He let go of their arms and shoved
them forward, assuming a defiant stance, daring them to make any kind of
move he didn't approve of.

With a nod from Carl, both Billy and Melissa released their captives,
allowing them to stand up. Instantly, an enraged Blake tried to take a
swing at Billy's head with his closed fist, arcing towards him when he was
suddenly struck against the back of his head with a dinner tray, hard!

Blake stumbled forward, his knees almost giving out, as his two buddies
caught him and practically carried him away. A glowering Rebecca Wheeler
practically snarling at them as she joined them. Gavin still stood there,
the tray in his shaking hand, not quite sure he had done what he had indeed
just actually done.

"That was awesome bro!" Billy's face beamed as he slapped Gavin on the back
congratulating him.

"So..." Melissa quipped from behind them, both Billy and Gavin turning
simultaneously, taking note of her standing coyly with one hand on her
hip. "Is it always this much fun hanging with you two?"



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Thanks again goes out too Sam for his diligent editing skills and proof
reading!

I want to emphasize, that while this story isn't a sci-fi one, it is a
modern day fantasy and though that may not seem so presient thus far, those
fantasy elements will become clearer as it progresses.

As always, comments are always welcome, I love hearing from all of you!



Ulf



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