Sharing a man with my mother

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Sharing a man with my mother
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My mom is a cougar and I like my men a bit older than myself, so I suppose it was inevitable that we'd eventually cross paths.

She'd been dating Evan (among others) for about 3 months. He knew she wasn't going to take it to another level -- we'd had a couple midnight confession sessions and I felt bad for him, she's such a tramp sometime. But I love her to death despite any pitfalls. My mother just loves to party and have fun, and "commitment" isn't even an option in her relationships/yes, that's right... plural. I wonder if it's even in her vocabulary.

It was the middle of October of my senior year and Evan asked me to help him load some furniture he was giving to the Salvation Army. It was a lazy Saturday afternoon and I was bored, so I jumped at the opportunity to get out of the house.

When I heard him honk out front, I grabbed my new Baltimore Ravens jacket. I'd been wanting to wear it and that day there was a chill in the air, so I got my chance. You know that cocky feeling you get when you're wearing something and you know you look good? Well that's how I was rollin' that day.

We drove through McDonald's and I ordered a vanilla shake while Evan got a large coke. I held it for him as he pulled away from the window to park. Then he reached underneath his seat and grabbed a bottle of Crown Royal whiskey; took it out of the purple bag and offered me a sip.

Had I known I would be drinking I may not have went with the ice cream, but I took it and after looking around with an acute paranoia -- I took a couple big gulps before handing it back. He put a little in his Coca Cola then slipped the bottle back into it's felt sack, laying it on the truck seat between us. He told me to help myself as we pulled out and headed towards his house.

Evan was about 8 years older than me and 9 years younger than my mom.

Once we were out on the country roads I took him up on the offer and opened the purple bag again. I'd led a sheltered life and never drank whiskey before. I'd gotten drunk on beer a few times and one night Sally Simpson stole a bottle of vodka from her parents and we both got shitfaced (and then grounded for a week/as if that actually means anything).

I liked the warm feeling in my belly, and it wasn't long before I felt the effects of the alcohol. I started jabbering. Then by the time we got to Evan's house I was feeling pretty loose. We got out of his truck and went into the garage so he could show me his 69 Pontiac Firebird he had been fixing up. It was a beautiful dark ocean blue. I was envious, and he was so full of passion and enthusiasm as he showed me all the little details he's put into it, I became mildly aroused.

I followed him into the kitchen from the garage, and found myself checking out his ass. It was fine indeed. In fact, his whole body was gorgeous from head to toe. I had had plenty of impure thoughts about him since I'd first laid eyes on him during the Summer.

I was carrying the purple bag and had the top sticking out. I twisted the cap off for another shot of courage as my cock was beginning to swell in my jeans. I was getting a little beyond tipsy by then. Border line drunk, I'd say, because as he turned around to say something to me I walked right into him and impulsively pressed my mouth to his and began kissing my mom's boyfriend.

[to be continued]

[chris4me]

Oh come on! Just left it hanging...not good...bad boi!!

[Kyanimal]

Damn It, Tzu! I HATE cliffhangers! However, other "Hangers" have a tendency to get "Animal's" full attention!

You've got to type some More, Dude!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

[DonQuixote]

I'm mortally hurt, Shih Tzu.
You didn't tell me that you'd started a new thread!
I don't get out here every day a cause of all the stuff in my subscriptions, man.

You like older men, huh?

Hmm, I may have to take me a trip to Gay Paris, don't you see? lol

A Dickhanger ending, for sure!
Cum on man, MORE!

[rocabar]

A great start STT... Hope to read more!

[blueboy22]

what r u waiting for

write more

[SuperNatural]

You slut LoL Just kidding Don't leave us hanging I want to know what happen... ( I have a feeling you guys had sex on a dinner table or something)...

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Chapter 2

Because I was so drunk, Evan took mercy on me and didn't punch my headlights out right then and there. He firmly nudged me away though and told me to slow down. I got the message loud and clear. I immediately began apologizing and begging forgiveness. He snatched the purple bag away from me just as I started twisting the top off again then opened the refrigerator and took us out a couple of beers, saying "Let's ease up on the hard stuff for a little bit." with a quick wink. I followed him like a puppy dog into the living room still embarrassed as hell, yet my eyes were no less glued to his sexy ass once again.

Over the next two hours he worked me like a plow mule, and we cleared out the room where he was storing his junk and old furniture. I started getting a headache from the booze and I think it showed because once I'd finished vacuuming the empty room Evan told me to take a shower while he strapped a tarp over the bed of his truck then we'd get something to eat.

I dragged my tired ass to the bathroom in the hall and wasted no time stripping off and climbing behind the plastic curtain into the warm pulsating water. I lathered up my belly and began to daydream that the shower curtain opened and Evan stepped into the tub with me. I imagined how I'd be frozen with delight wearing a goofy smile on my face as I drooled over his bobbing cock.

He'd say something like, "Need some help?" in a seductive voice.

And I'd naturally reply, "You bet." still grinning ear to ear.

I thought about how he would step closer and how his mouth would press against mine as I closed my eyes and feel his arms surround me. Stroking my cock, I was thinking about him kissing my neck and then one of my nipples while pinching the other, slowly working his way down with each nibble of my wet skin. Soon I was working my dick into a frenzy as I stood under the shower head and let the water cascade down my body. I gripped onto the plastic curtain and shot a gob of semen onto the tile wall at the other end of the tub.

I was spent as I washed myself off with remnants of my daydream still swirling around in my head. I walked into the hall naked and drying my hair when I heard my mother's voice just ahead around the corner, so I swiftly back stepped and closed the bathroom door gently. Putting my dirty clothes back on as fast as I could, I tried to listen through the door to see if Evan was ratting me out for trying to snag a little spit. I couldn't imagine him doing that though, I have dirt on him too. The suspense was driving me crazy, so once I looked presentable I casually strolled back out into the hall expecting to find my mom hanging about -- waiting to chew my ass.

To my pleasant surprise she was nowhere to be found, and neither was Evan for that matter. I looked out the front window and her SUV was gone. I traced the only noises in the house to Evan's room where he was taking a shower in the master bath. I pressed my ear to the door to hear him singing what appeared to be Goodbye Yellow Brick Road -- actually it was more like howling. Elton John would certainly be disappointed, but It was so adorable in a cheesy sort of way. I slipped out unnoticed, and went into the living room to watch television.

When Evan came out of the shower I hollered down the hall asking if I had heard my mother earlier. He stepped into the hallway to answer me while toweling off his balls. That was the first time I saw his junk. I didn't get a good look but it was obvious the man was gifted, I got all fuzzy inside and instantly began craving a better view.

He told me she had dropped off some curtains then he turned to go back into his room, rubbing the towel up and down his ass crack with each step. No mention of me whatsoever. However, my curiosity was not yet extinguished.

She did love to decorate and I suppose Evan's stark mini-blind decor begged for an intervention. I walked down the hall to keep from having to yell back and forth. Leaning against his doorway I watched him putting his shirt on, trying not to drool or gawk, but inside I was jumping up and down with glee.

"So did she know I was here? I mean, I didn't leave her a note or anything about where I was going so..."

"I didn't mention anything to her, and she never asked. She just wanted to drop off the curtains so she wouldn't forget. Then made me promise I'd hang them this weekend. By the way, what are you doing Saturday morning? I may need a hand." He explained, while I casually glanced at his dick swinging to and fro when he stepped over to the chest of drawers for a pair of socks.

"It's really no big deal, and sure, I'll help you hang them." I offered -- watching him pull his slacks up with no underwear on, tucking his snake in along with his shirt tails. I fought the urge to smile by looking away. My cock was starting to swell a little but I wasn't too concerned, he seemed a bit preoccupied and I doubt he'd be copping a peek at my junk.

He told me I could pick something out to wear from his closet, and we would go somewhere nice for dinner; suggesting someplace Italian or the Lobster Shed. I chose Italian as I dropped my shirt on the floor and unsnapped my jeans.

Standing bare ass naked shuffling through the shirts I jokingly quipped, "So is this a date?" not really expecting an answer, but thinking he'd at least smart off back or give me shit about kissing him earlier. He's always been playful and relaxed with me.

So I felt uneasy when the room became eerily calm...

[to be continued]

[DonQuixote]

And then . . . And THEN . . .

Hmmm, Silence can be so telling.

What's this one saying? lol

Thanks for the update!

[blueboy22]

cool
keep writing
we waiting!

[rocabar]

Great Update!

[Autolycus]

Yet another gem of a story! Thanks for sharing it with us - looking forward to the next episode

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Chapter 3


Just as I looked over my shoulder I could hear Evan in the bathroom taking a piss. From where I stood I could barely see his arm in the mirror, so I don't think he heard my bad joke. I felt a sense of relief knowing I dodged a bullet, so I told myself right then, I would stop pushing my luck. He was obviously not interested.

We had a nice dinner at a little Italian restaurant then Evan took me to an out of the way night spot where he was sure we wouldn't run into my mother. The place had "biker bar" written all over it. It was out in the sticks with a bunch of motorcycles parked out front and it was called Buster's Bar and Burgers. I could hear the band playing inside as we climbed out of Evan's pick-up.

"Sounds like the place is rockin'..." I noted, with a grin of anticipation.

"It's always rocking. Hey, in case anyone asks, you're 22 years old, okay? Trust me, I know the owners, there won't be a problem."

"Gotcha." I agreed with confidence, following him through the maze of cars to the front entrance.

I stood looking around as Evan was shooting the bull with the doorman and bouncers. They all seemed to know him and everyone stopped to give him a hug. He introduced me and they each made me feel welcome. Soon we were squeezing our way through the crowd towards the bar where Evan got us each a Bacardi and Coke and a little green shot called a Kamikaze. We both slammed our shot and took our rum to find an open table near the stage.

The place was packed, so Evan asked a couple of girls he knew if we could sit with them. They eagerly agreed to share there spot and we were right off the dance floor. The music was incredibly loud so if you wanted to talk to anyone you had to yell into their ear to be heard. Mostly we all just smiled a lot and jammed while the band was playing.

After a couple more drinks Evan and one of the chicks got up to dance. We watched as they blended in with the crowd and eventually vanished from our view. I think I was stuck with the shy one, so to break the ice I told her who I was and found out her name was Traci. We discussed her drink which had a little umbrella and a couple pieces of fruit sticking out the top. I asked her if she'd ever tried a Kamikaze before, and she ended up ordering us each one. I was buzzed enough I didn't feel bad she was buying my drinks, and she didn't seem to mind the fact that I was broke.

After a couple songs Evan and Belinda (his dance partner) made it back to the table long enough to finish their drinks and tell us they would be right back. Then we watched as they made their way towards the front exit. Traci and I grinned at one another but inside I was slightly ticked off. Okay, I was pissed off and jealous. I didn't expect to get dumped into some chick's lap so she could babysit me while he dipped his cock in some stinky twat. He could have at least given me some cash so I didn't have to jump through hoops and do back flips for drinks.

When Traci asked me to dance I felt obligated since she'd already bought me two rounds of rum and Cokes and a Kamikaze shot. I warned her I had two left feet then followed her into the chaos on the dance floor. The band was playing an old Bob Seger song and I did my best twist moves trying to fit in without drawing too much attention to myself. Oddly enough Traci and I seemed to gel and I began to relax with her. Once the music stopped and they started playing a slow dance we made our way back to the table just as Evan and Belinda were coming up the isle. We all met and began sitting down at about the same time. I was surprised they were back so soon.

"I'm surprised you're Back so soon." I told Evan, while it crossed my mind that either she was really fast at giving head or he was a total light weight. Within a few moments Traci and her friend were off to the ladies room and Evan bent towards me and said, "Slam your drink and let's go." with a smile on his face and a sparkle in his eyes.

Outside I asked him if the girls knew we were leaving, and he looked at me -- lifted one brow, and said, "Did you really want to spend the evening with them? Actually, I think Belinda had a dick -- her voice was kind of deep and she had an Adam's apple."

"What? No! Really?" I chuckled as we climbed into the truck, not sure whether to believe him or not judging from the grin on his face. "Wait, that would explain why Traci had five o'clock shadow. I'll bet she was tucking a cock too." I explained, playing along with the charade.

Then pulling out of the lot I happened to see my mom's Dodge Durango parked near the motorcycles, and completely forgot about the chicks with dicks exchange we were having. I pointed it out to Evan and he got a blank look of shock on his face.

"Oh shit, I wonder if she saw us?" I asked with a paranoid flare.

"Now let's calm down. If I know your mother, she would have said something to us if she knew we were there." He said as if he was trying to convince himself as much as me then hit the throttle stirring up a cloud of dust. What he said actually made a lot of sense because it's not like my mom to fly under the radar. She's more like the bugle blowing cavalry type. Had she known we were there, she'd have found us just to be nosy and confrontational.

So with that logic mixed in with all the alcohol I'd consumed my mind was easily wiped clean of all worries. Evan was driving like a maniac down the twisting dirt roads, and once we hit the pavement of the highway with the wind weaving around us in the glow of the dash lights I felt like we'd escaped any danger that might have been behind us.

We'd driven for maybe ten minutes when Evan pulled onto the shoulder and asked me if I would drive. I hopped out and ran around to the drivers side while he slid his butt across the seat. I climbed behind the wheel and pulled back onto the road. Then Evan asked me to roll the windows up and stay under the speed limit -- a reasonable request I thought. And that's when I noticed him taking something out of his pocket.

"Have you ever done cocaine before?" he casually asked.

"No." I answered, not wanting to seem too naive. "I heard it was dangerous. Have you had that with you all day?"

"Crack is severely addictive, but snorting coke isn't anything like crack. And no, I got it from that chick back at Buster's." he informed me as he poured a pile out onto a CD case and used a credit card to shape it into rows.

"Aha, I figured you were getting a piece of ass. She looked like she had the hots for you." I told him with a quirky grin.

"She had the hots for my money, but that's about it." he said with a laugh, and quickly sniffed a row of the white powder up through a rolled up dollar bill, then leaned his head back like he was looking out the sunroof at the stars. I was a little apprehensive about doing any and suddenly found myself keeping an eye on Evan for a few moments to see if he was going to freak out or start hallucinating. I even began to wonder how far we were from the nearest hospital in case he started to O.D., but I didn't express these fears out loud. I just played it cool. He seemed to be fine with no extreme behavioral abnormalities or seizures.

"Okay, now I'll take the wheel while you do your line." he told me.

"Okay, I guess, but I won't freak out will I?" I inquired as he began to steer from the passenger seat.

"Na, it'll be fine. There's really not that much there. You'd have to do a whole bunch of lines to actually freak out."

"Alrighty then, here goes nothing." I stated, knowing Evan wouldn't let me do something that would kill me.

It took me a few passes before I got it all inhaled up my nose. Then I tasted a little on my tongue before taking back control of the steering wheel. We were both sniffling to keep it from falling back out. It had a unique taste but I didn't really feel any different. Suddenly I noticed my upper lip and tongue going numb and started getting anxious.

"My mouth is going numb! I can't feel my tongue!" I said in a mild panic, trying to keep my eye on the road.

Evan started laughing at me, "Yes, it causes your lips to go numb, that's one of the effects. Don't freak out." he said in a soothing voice. "I'm right here with you." Then he reached across the seat and put his hand firmly on my crotch.

I glanced over and saw him smiling at me. Suddenly I wasn't even thinking about the drugs at all as he slid closer to the middle and began unzipping my pants.

"So is this how you always act when you do cocaine?" I inquired while easing the seat back a bit more.

"I wanted to do this all day." he whispered, as my cock flopped loose and he gently started stroking it up and down.

"Then why didn't you?" I questioned with my last thought as I ran out of conversation. I was lost in the moment yet still trying to drive.

"What if I show you how sorry I am for making you wait?" he divulged in a seductive voice before leaning over and buried his face in my lap.

[to be continued]

[DonQuixote]

Shih Tzu,
An interesting turn of events.

Mama's beau IS interested, but also enjoys a line or two.
That would make him off my list of wanna do hunks.

You're going to keep us in suspense, in your inimitable style, oh literary guru guy.

[EJMichaels]

More, please.

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Very impressive writing skills Ben. I especially admire how you used a nice balance of lowercase and uppercase letters and a hint of punctuation here and there as well.
But does daddy and mum-mum know you're on their computer?
Here's a thought -- get yourself a bowl of fresh frosted flakes and go watch cartoons on the telly so the grownups can talk.
Thanx lil'buddy







Thank you DQ, and I'm hurrying EJ -- glad you liked!

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Chapter 4

Several weeks had passed since I put Evan's truck into the ditch at 65mph, and my dick was almost like new again. The teeth marks were still there, but you could hardly see them unless you knew what to look for. I certainly learned my lesson about alcohol and narcotics that night. Not to mention the hard (pun intended) lesson about oral sex in a moving vehicle.


That particular day I was shoveling snow off the front walk after a freak storm dropped 8 inches on us over night. I was nearly finished when Evan pulled into the driveway. When he got out I saw he had some Christmas gifts so I took a break to get warmed up and we went in the house.


We both kicked our boots off in the foyer then Evan put the presents under the tree while I went into the kitchen to make us a cup of cocoa. He slipped up behind and squeezed me in his arms as he kissed my neck. When he broke for air (and raid the freezer for a Klondike bar), I realized how much I'd missed his kisses. He hadn't been around for a couple weeks (a decision we both arrived at so my mother wouldn't suspect anything). Evan asked how she was doing, and when I told him she was out of town for the whole weekend he seemed visibly more relaxed, even asking if I had something stronger to drink than hot chocolate.


"I think we do, but you'll have to relinquish your keys and stay the night if you're going to be boozing it up. And no fucking cocaine either!" I preached, with a tiny hint of humor.


"It's a deal." he replied with a devilish look in his eyes as he tossed his truck keys into the fruit bowl centerpiece then took another bite of his ice cream.


I reached into the top of the cabinet and grabbed a bottle of scotch that had been there since I could remember, then reached into the refrigerator for the bottle of Irish Cream mom sometimes uses in her coffee. I figured it would work for hot cocoa too. I gathered the mugs of hot chocolate while Evan filled a couple glasses with ice and followed me into the living room where we liked to sit in front of the fireplace.


I laid back on the rug in front of the hearth sipping chocolate and watching Evan's sexy ass while he knelt playing in the hot coals, stoking the dying embers and adding logs for a nice cozy fire. I jumped up and put some Rod Stewart on the stereo then I lit all the candles I could find. Big ones, small ones, and even the one that kills mosquitoes on the patio. The room was starting to take on a delightfully romantic ambiance. Much better than the "cold pizza, Pepsi and TV reruns" night I originally anticipated. I've noticed before, some of the best dates are the ones that just happen naturally.


Both in our stocking feet we sat by the fire and toasted the coming new year, sealing it with a kiss that kept us locked in a passionate embraced. Soon I was laying on my back and Evan had me pinned to the rug with his luscious lips pressing into mine and rubbing my belly. We toasted a bunch of other things that have long since slipped my mind, but I do recall him nibbling on my tit through my shirt while I casually adjusted my swollen dick.


With the sun going down and it was getting darker by the minute until only the flickering shadows from the fireplace and the isles of candles scattered about encompassed the room in a soft glow. We laid side by side talking for a couple hours, slipping into each others arms from time to time -- cuddling and kissing, dreaming and wishing.


It wasn't long before I found myself kneeling beside my mom's bed with Evan laying back as I unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them under his butt and over his hips, off each leg and tossing them on the floor. He never wore underwear so I was immediately met with his heavy rod laying down over his saggy balls. Lifting his legs and spreading them apart for me, he was holding himself up retracting his foreskin to offer me his bulbous tip. I bent down to taste his pee hole.

Once I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled my own penis out I took hold of his as he relaxed his arms over his head in the middle of my mom's brand new comforter. Lifting his thick member with one fist and retracting his foreskin back with the other to expose his fat knob, I touched the tip of my tongue to his dickhead again then pulled his skin up over my tongue until it was hidden inside his little fleshy hood.


Looking up I saw his eyes were closed, so I pulled his skin back again and slipped his swollen helmet into my lips, working my fist up and back while his bulb popped in and out of the spit on my wet lips. I opened wide and fed on as much of his tube as I could take. He was growing each time I took him in and soon I was relaxed enough to swallow his chubby knob behind my tongue, yet there was still a whole handful left in my pumping fist.


I felt like he was getting ready to fill my mouth with his warm cum when I realized he was talking to me. He was asking if he could put it in my ass. I pulled back and slurped up the spit around his fat plum then whispered to him, "you can do anything you want, tiger." Then I opened my throat and went deep on him one last time -- swallowing him until I started to gag, then letting off as the wide glistening tube flopped out of my lips onto his stomach with a hollow "thump."


I dove backwards onto the bed beside Evan as he lifted up to take my pants off, then kissed his way up my body until we were laying side by side -- petting and touching each other all over. I lifted up and gripped his gigantic skin-bolt in my palm then sucked him into my throat again in a gluttonous frenzy. It wasn't as rigid this time and the sponginess suited me fine as I hovered over Evan's obelisk and bobbed up and down really fast gripping my lips tightly on his foreskin. I wanted so badly to take him deep into my throat but it was a girth I just couldn't handle, yet I kept my hand pumping up and down while I suckled on the tip. His foreskin kept piling up at my lips with each tug upward -- it felt incredibly erotic.


I felt my lovers big hands rubbing on my back and ass (slipping a finger in my tail) and I knew he was trying to motion me around so I climbed up without losing contact with the bone I'd been gnawing on. I managed to get one leg over his chest, when I felt my ass spread wide open with his thumbs. He started spitting until my crack was a virtual "Slip & Slide," and he massaged my hole loose with wet fingers before digging his tongue inside me. He was putting my asshole through a rigorous stretching drill to toughen me up for the real task ahead. I maneuvered further back so he could relax on his pillow; still concentrating on his pee slot -- routine tongue swirling, nibbling at his multitalented foreskin hood and massaging his amazing balls.


Then he asked, "Are you ready?"


I moaned with reluctant joy, lifted up off his gorged piston and twisted around to mount his tight abs like a pinned bull waiting for the gate to break open. I sat on his belly, slowly easing my butt back and hanging over him while he guided himself into my wet hole. Once he started sliding inside me Evan grabbed my hips with both hands, moaning from pleasure and looking up at me with those gorgeous brown eyes.


I backed further down as his massive girth stretched me wide open with a piercing agony I knew would soon fade, it was just getting over the hump. I held my own and showed no fear (I think).


I lifted up a couple times with my balls sweeping on his stomach then pressed on further. The pulsating tube began to sink deeper inside my tortured rectum. It took some work but I finally engulfed his whole cock with my ass, so I leaned down and kissed him then braced myself as he began to rock back and forth and ride me on his rigid cock rocket.


My dick had become relaxed and it was flip flopping and doing circles with a steady, almost comical rhythm. Evan seemed really engrossed with passion and I felt like he was getting ready to erupt up inside my colon like a volcano, so I asked him if he wanted on top before it was too late. With a simple smile through the heavy panting, I had my answer.


We slowed down and I gently squeezed him out. It seemed like he was 2 feet long as it slowly flowed out my snug exit. I quickly rolled over on my back, noticing how massive Evan's tool looked as I lifted my legs open for him. He climbed onto me and filled my mouth with his tongue as he fed his enormous knob back into my loose ass. Again we found our rhythm with his arms hooked behind my knees, and we kept getting faster and faster until he was pounding me like a jack hammer breaking concrete.


For a split moment I thought about my mother and I realized why she was always so noisy when they were fucking. Coincidentally, that's when the overhead light abruptly clicked on essentially terminating the whole fuck process we had going. It shocked us both, instantly drawing our eyes toward the doorway where my mom was standing with her fingers on the light switch and her jaw practically on her chest -- frozen with disbelief and denial. For a brief moment she had a perfect view of both our bare asses only mine had Evan's extra wide shaft stretching me open.


Evan vaulted off me so fast it left my anus a gaping hole. Open as if gasping for a final breath of air. I frantically tried to cover up under her comforter in the fetal position, tucking one of her new pillows over my flat lifeless dick as she stared at me with a piercing glare. I was trying to process so many feelings at that moment I was in shock. I felt sadness twisted with anger, empathy drenched in guilt, fear tempered with shame, but above all I felt naked. More naked than I'd ever felt in my life. I needed to erase these last 40 seconds from my memory forever, but how?


She finally turned the light back off and stormed down the lit hallway with her boyfriend right on her heels -- bare ass naked. Somehow I didn't feel twenty years old at that moment. I couldn't help but think she'd be back to blister my ass as soon as she found a belt or cut a switch from the snow covered holly tree beside the front porch.


This was my only chance to get away, so I sprang to my feet with all the agility of a klutzy cat bursting from a sudden dip in the Jacuzzi. I was wrapped in a giant airy floral print toga from head to toe -- while my mind was busy processing a feasible escape plan.

[to be continued]

[DonQuixote]

Ooooops!

Uh, Hi, Mom, what are you doing here? I thought you were going to be out of town for the weekend?

(Squirm, squirm, squirm. And, Oh, my ass is tweaking, pulsing, a gaping maw hungrily "crying" to be fed, again. You took my "Pacifier" away, I want it back, NOW!)

It was a hot time in the old town. And I think a different "burner" just got turned up on super high, lol. I think Evan's nuts are about to be roasted like the old song

Chet's Nuts roasting on an open fire,
. . .
or Something like that, lol.

Another fine installment, my dear Shih Tzu.
Keep UP the good work. Now, lay down, lift those legs and spread them, we're coming on in!

[EJMichaels]

I like the way you add illustrations - so few writers do that. Thanks for the bedtime story. G'night. (For DQ, too)

[Kyanimal]

Su-WEET! I'm "digging" it!! (No pun intended ... yeah! ... Right!)

G'Night, "J"!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

[DonQuixote]

Hi, Chaz! Making the rounds, now?
I'm getting ready to head on up for the night.

Take care.

[Kyanimal]

Just catching up with all the good happenings on JUB!

And, yeah! ... I've got to be heading for "Sand Man Land", myself, soon, too!

Tough to do, though! This is just TOO much Fun!!

Sweet Dreams! And, yeah! ...

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

[rocabar]

OMG... Another great instalment- Tks, STT!

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Chapter 5

I think where we may have gone wrong was a couple of weeks earlier -- the night I slept on Evan's sofa after a night of pizza and board games. There was Evan and my mother, Evan's best friend Troy and his girlfriend Rhiana and my date, Jenna, one of my best friends from school.

I had known Jen for years. We'd grown up together and done some experimentation involving our genitalia early on in the relationship. I felt like I could share anything with her without being judged or feeling pressure from petty jealously. We shared everything and she knew some of my deepest, darkest secrets and vise versa. Jenna saw me through some trying times eventually helping me understand and grow in my sexuality, so she'd known I was gay for at least the last couple of years. Yet she was still my "go-to" date whenever I had to put on a front for my family's sake.

The party started breaking up around 11:45, when Rhiana reminded Troy she had to get up early for work. That was just as well because Jenna had to be home by midnight anyway, and the time had gotten away from us. I asked to use my mom's truck to get her there on time, but then Evan noticed he was running short on beer and offered to drive us so he could stop by the liquor store on the way back. I thought that was a bit odd because I recalled seeing a butt-load of Bud Light in the refrigerator he kept in the garage, yet I didn't say anything. After a round of goodnight hugs my mother went about cleaning up our mess as we all piled out the front door into the freezing cold.

While the truck was warming up it occurred to me that maybe Evan thought Jen and I were sexually active and perhaps that's why he offered to give us a ride... Maybe he was slightly jealous? Then the more I thought about it, the more it seemed ridiculous, yet still it was plausible; you never really know what's on people's minds sometimes.

I walked Jenna to her door while her dad looked out the curtain. She mentioned thinking too that Evan was showing signs of jealousy. We discreetly giggled about it, knowing we were being watched from different directions. She knew about my crush and subsequent escapades with him, so she had been watching for hints or signals between he and I when we were around others. She was obviously worried as she looked me in the eyes, brushed my hair back and told me, "Please be careful." in her loving way. I made her that promise, then with a hug I told her we'd talk about it later. We kissed goodnight to satisfy the prying eyes.

As Evan pulled away from her house he said, "She seems like a sweet girl. You guys make a good couple."

"Thanks." I replied, not really thinking of the implications either way. In fact, I'm not sure why but I kind of liked that he thought she and I were sleeping together.

After a quick stop at the liquor store I must have seemed preoccupied because Evan asked me if I was alright. I told him I just had a lot on my mind and I was tired. Then when we got back to his house the lights were out, and I found a blanket and pillow on the sofa. He smiled at me with a hint of regret then went to his room and closed the door. I stripped down to my underpants and laid down, feeling a bit awkward knowing he was climbing between the sheets with my mom.

Sleep didn't come easily especially when I began hearing signs of wild sex taking place right down the hall. It was mild at first, some moaning and playful giggling, but then after a while they got carried away with bouncing and screaming and some of the filthiest language I ever heard out of my mother's mouth.

Evan's house was so much smaller than ours and the walls seemed paper thin. Although I was envious (or maybe even jealous, pissed off and disgusted) -- I had a raging hard-on, but rather than jack off with the thought of my mother pole-dancing in my head; I covered my ears and eventually fell asleep.

I woke to sounds coming from the kitchen at 4:42a.m. (according to the LCD readout on the VCR). I saw Evan's bare ass in the glow from the refrigerator light.

I was laying on my back uncovered with one leg hanging off the sofa along with most of my blanket. I acted like I was asleep as he came out of the kitchen on his way back to bed. Then I sensed he was standing over me, and found out my suspicions were right as he groped my crotch in his big hand.

He was being gentle, so I kept pretending to be asleep. I felt his mouth surrounded by his prickly whiskers as he knelt beside the sofa and kissed my belly.

"Hey sexy." I heard him say in a soft delicate whisper while peeling my briefs back to free my growing cock from it's white cotton bonds. I moaned ever so slightly and moved a little as Evan gripped my penis in his fist and twirled his tongue around my nipple after a series of kisses led him up my bare chest.

I had just opened my eyes and began running my hand through his hair when I got the strangest feeling we were being watched. Then moments later we heard the sound of the toilet flushing in his bathroom.

Evan jumped to his feet as I pulled the blanket up to hide my swollen dick. He quickly slipped down the hall into his room, and I heard the door gently close.

I laid there waiting, but he never came back. I assumed he went back to bed with her. That's when I first suspected she knew more than we imagined.

[to be continued]

[HenryMorgan]

I haven't started reading this yet, but I do love the concept and LOVE that you've included pictures to go along with the story!! I'm excited to get started!!

[DonQuixote]

Shih Tzu,
You continue to build the angst of our young stud.

Whatever is mama thinking, lol.

[EJMichaels]

Thanks for posting more.

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Guten Morgen EJ and Donny, I'm so pleased you appreciate the twists and turns so far. I wanted to teach our young protagonist and his cronies some life lessons on their wild and crazy, albeit unpredictable journey down the mountain... on an avalanche from hell. hehehe

[sexmadboy29]

good story love the twists

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Putting finishing touches on chapter six, won't be too much longer now. Thanks for waiting guys.

[ShihTzuTylenol]

CHAPTER 6


In the middle of the night Evan got a call from his father. His uncle was in the hospital so he and my mother opted to get a flight rather than drive the seven hour trip. I took them to the airport and got back to Evan's house just as the sun was coming up.

Pulling into the driveway I noticed someone sitting on the front steps. Once I got out I could tell it was Evan's friend Troy and he was drunk as hell and looked horrible. He must have been drinking all night long. He didn't have a coat on and when I asked where it was he couldn't remember. His jaw was shivering as he told me he thought his car was at a local tavern but wasn't certain of that either. Once we got in the house I made coffee and Troy went into the hall bathroom to get cleaned up.

I was really hoping to climb into Evan's huge bed and sleep half the day when I got back but instead I was scrambling eggs and buttering toast.

When Troy came out his hair was still wet and he had a light green towel wrapped around his waist so tight it accented his package wonderfully. Once I spotted the obvious lump protruding out it was near impossible to ignore. He sat at the table across from me as we both ate our breakfast and got to know each other better.

He looked a hundred percent better and didn't appear nearly as fucked up as when he was outside nearly frozen to death. I could tell as we were chatting he still hadn't shaken the chill completely though. His chin would quiver a little from time to time. He was lucky he didn't die from hypothermia.

I was doing fine up until the moment Troy lifted his butt up off the chair and brought the towel up to dry his hair. Just knowing he was sitting there naked on the other side of the table peaked my libido and sent my blood pressure rising. I thought about dropping my spoon just to have an excuse for looking under the table, but I was a gentleman and fought my urges. I'd finished eating but a part of me resisted a hasty exit on the slim chance he would stand up and I'd get a money shot of his fleshy tube.

Finally when it was clear I wasn't going to get the full monte I was hoping for I excused myself, refilled my coffee and settled for a passing glimpse of his bare thigh as I headed back to Evan's room thinking I'd get a quick shower too then watch some cartoons as I fell back to sleep underneath the warm covers.

I was in the shower for maybe twenty minutes, taking full advantage of Evan's fresh triple blade razors to shave the scruff from around my junk, belly button and nipples. Then I worked on my chin whiskers once I climbed out.

I felt so clean and smooth and I couldn't wait to slip under the sheets, but when I stepped from the bathroom I saw Troy sprawled out in the center of the king sized mattress. I let out a quick laugh but I really didn't see anything humorous about it at all. I was completely worn out after being at the airport for two solid hours and I just wanted to sink into those fluffy pillows Troy had stacked underneath his head.

But it was when he started switching through the channels that really got me annoyed. He was pushing my buttons, both literally and figuratively. Just who the fuck did he think he was coming in here and taking over like he owned the place?

"Aaaa, excuse me? You have my spot, but you're welcome to crash on the sofa." I calmly informed him with a firm no nonsense approach. I didn't want to be impolite to Evan's best friend, but somehow I think my words were getting lost in translation.

I walked around to the far side of the bed to block his view of the TV screen wearing only a snug fitting pink bikini. He leaned to one side and tried to look around me. That's when I began to physically assist my guest in relinquishing the remote. I quickly grabbed for it, but he tucked it under the blanket and made goo goo eyes like it was touching his balls, and like that would be a deterrent for me? Hell I'd put it to my nose for a smell then lick it right in front of him. I don't mind sharing some sick moves with a bona fide breeder.

"Isn't your girlfriend expecting you at home?" I asked.

"She's at work." he replied, with a shrug that struck me as a bit rude. My patience was wearing thin, and then he went too far by making fun of my swim trunks.

"Aha ha! Where did you get those pink underpants?" He said laughing and obviously not ashamed to get an eye full.

I was getting embarrassed, and I felt my dick begin to react with a sudden growth spurt. Troy's casual nonchalant attitude had reminded me of how he was in front of everyone the night before while we all sat around playing Monopoly. He was the comic relief and kept everyone laughing the whole evening. I knew he wasn't trying to been mean, so I decided to try and make him blush as well.

I pulled my trunks down to give him a peek at my junk thinking he'd get spooked and run away like a little girl, but it back-fired. He saw I had shaved my pubes and started asking if I had ever grown any dick hairs yet.

I could feel both my heads fill with blood at once, and I knew I was starting to blush so I just yanked the blanket up and jumped in bed beside him then in my excited state I reached under the blanket to find the remote. He must have thought I was trying to tickle him because he busted out giggling and rolling away from me.

"Gimme that fucking remote dude!" I boldly demanded, and with a few wrestling moves I learned on the WWE, I dove on top of him to rescue the channel changer.

I was prepared to fight for reals if I needed to, but he started laughing so hard he couldn't fend me off; easily relinquishing the gadget and one of the pillows.

I leaned back and swiftly switched to the cartoon channel trying to keep a straight face while Troy laid beside me doubled over with laughter because I'd gotten so pissed off and rough over him changing the stations... I thought he was going to wet himself he was laughing so hard with tears in his eyes. I wanted to kiss him so bad right then.

I think at that moment I began to realize we weren't under the covers together by accident. He was having too much fun for this to be a spur of the moment thing. Still looking at the TV set and pretending to be preoccupied even though my penis was growing exponentially by then, I had to raise my knees to help hide my erection by creating a blanket tent.

With an urge to push his buttons for all the torment, I blurted out, "Does Rhiana know you like to roll between the sheets with naked men?" and that did the trick. His laughter was crushed.

He went down quicker than a bottle of vodka at Courtney Love's house.

I was kidding him of course, but in that moment I realized I'd just pointed out the elephant in the room. Suddenly we both knew what was going on, and it was obvious by his reaction, I'd been manipulated. I felt so naive and stupid I hadn't caught it sooner.

A few minutes earlier I was laying across his belly trying to get the device and I felt Troy's hard cock pressing against my stomach and in that instant as he looked into my eyes I got an overwhelming feeling of deja vu.

So strong was the impression I felt I could predict the next few minutes because I'd been there before. Then all at once I felt cheap and incredibly vulnerable thinking he just assumes that I spread my legs for anyone.

Troy's laughter was replaced by a melancholy and I heard him say, "Rhiana doesn't care about me. She's too wrapped up in her career she doesn't have time for me anymore."

I began to melt a little thinking it would be easy to accept that at face value, but something told me he'd say anything to get a piece of ass right then. So I kept up my guard and decided I'd release him from the guilt trip I started.

"Stop. I don't want to know any details. Your life is your business, and if you want to suck dicks then who am I to say..." he abruptly interrupted me mid sentence.

"Whoa, slow down princess, I don't suck dicks..." he snapped with a condescending tone as if he was above that extent of reciprocity. I could see in his eyes he was getting ready for some righteous rant that would seal and reinforce his manhood to me, but before he got in another word I interrupted him back to set the record straight.

"No you stop. I'm not your princess, Skippy. You're the one crawling in bed with me, so don't ever pretend you're above reproach cause you can get your sorry ass up right now and go eat all the pussy you can stuff in your fucking mouth, asshole." I barked, laying it on thicker and louder as I went, leaning closer to his face and piercing his soul with my eyes. I could see he lacked the courage of his convictions, and at that moment I got a strong impression I'd have him on his knees choking on my cock within an hour. Maybe sooner.

[to be continued]

[DonQuixote]

You Horny-Assed SLUT!

You'll jump for ANY Guy's goods.

Mom and dual BF are away and do you waste ANY time?
And, in HIS bed, no less.

Other than THAT, great installment, Tzu.
lol

[ShihTzuTylenol]

hehehe
Thanks. I think there's a potential here now to see a huge train wreck hehehe I can't wait to see what madness awaits our Cländestine Crüe.
Let's see, we've covered sex, drugs and rock and roll already...and seen hints of sex, lies and video tape...I suppose we should explore blood, sugar, sex and magik now.Maybe Jen turns out to dabble in witchcraft and Evan's uncle makes moonshine whiskey and his still blew up, landing him in the burn center at Sacred Heart Hospital. idk...we'll see

[Kyanimal]

I smell Sex and Candy!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

[DonQuixote]

Happy Halloween, Guys.

Hey, Chaz, You're moving up on a Significant Number - T-48 and counting -- eJ, Ready a Cake!

Chaz, How do you feel about Boston Cream?
Or, are you more into Cheese? We KNOW you wear it on your Head!

[ShihTzuTylenol]

I smell Sex and Candy!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

You're so adorable! I love you Chazzy...
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[EJMichaels]

Great chapter & illustrations. For some reason I really like "slow down princess".

Hey, Chaz, You're moving up on a Significant Number - T-48 and counting -- eJ, Ready a Cake!

I found a recipe for Single Malt Scotch Cake, but I think we need something more visual for this venue. I have a few in mind. Is something with a penis okay?

[DonQuixote]

Is it named Kevin?

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Great chapter & illustrations. For some reason I really like "slow down princess".

A kid called me that in gym class one day while we were jumping on the trampoline, and everyone thought it was real cute.
Until, after school that day, I gave that punk a beat down before he got on the bus...it was a win win situation; I got three days off to catch up on my soaps, and didn't nobody in gym ever tried calling me anything cute again.
I'm a nice guy, I just gotta member my meds

I found a recipe for Single Malt Scotch Cake

OH MY GOD! That sounds amazing! I love a good rum cake too, mmmm nummy num...I'm an alcoholic...but I can change...if I have to...I guess

Is something with a penis okay?

I love penis dipped in cake -- learned that in rehab...
(this has been a daily been there/done that moment)

[EJMichaels]

One of the penis cakes I found online had this warning:

*** DO NOT SHOVE ANYONE'S FACE ONTO CAKE, THERE IS A STRUCTURAL ELEMENT INSIDE CAKE THAT MAY CAUSE PERMANENT DAMAGE***

Really!

[ShihTzuTylenol]

that's absolutely classic! Imagine explaining that at the emergency room.

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Chapter 7

I barely finished my sentence when Troy shoved me with both hands right in the middle of my chest, and knocked me off the bed. Within a split second I got my balance, and dove at him with both palms in his chest using all my weight forcing him to fall back and hit the headboard. But he popped right back up immediately and we were in the middle of the mattress man handling each other, bear hugging and trying to take one another down.


In the commotion we got tangled up in the blankets and rolled over onto the night stand breaking the lamp and knocking over a chair on our way to the floor. Troy was underneath me and the fall knocked the wind out of him. I could tell he couldn't breathe very well so I climbed to my feet then promptly tripped over the blankets that were wrapped around my legs.


I had barely begun taunting him when I completely lost my balance and went down in flames. The last thing I saw was Troy's eyes getting bigger as he watched me fall. I thought I was falling on the carpet beside him, but my head caught the corner of the solid oak night stand that was already peppered with broken glass from Evan's antique hurricane lamp.


I remember opening my mouth to yell fuck, but before I could utter a sound I saw stars, just like on the Tom and Jerry cartoons. Pristine little five pointed stars exploding into my eyes for just the briefest flash. And I was out like a light.


My next memory was seeing Troy's face just inches above mine, and for a second I thought he was getting ready to kiss me. It was such a soothing thought I just closed my eyes and waited. That's when I felt my head throbbing with a piercing ache I'd ever felt in my life. It started in my temple and wrapped around the back of my head, and what made it even worse was that Troy wasn't planning to kiss me at all, he was looking at the top of my head, and holding a wash cloth on a gash that was bleeding profusely. I let out a gentle moan...that was all I had enough energy for.


As soon as he noticed I was conscious, he calmly said, "I won." then lifted the bloody rag to check if the pulsating torrent had slowed yet. I was too confused to say anything but I recall thinking how adorable he was being so serious and taking care of me. I heard sirens in the distance but it didn't register that they were coming to Evan's house until they were suddenly getting very loud and then abruptly stopped. I could see red and blue lights reflecting off the walls, and I asked Troy if he had called the cops on me.


The paramedics moved him out of the way and I thought to myself, "I'm naked....cool." I don't know what they did or how long it took but I got to ride in an ambulance for the first time that night.


I had cut my head open on the shards of glass and lost a considerable amount of blood. I underwent a battery of tests and x-rays, an ultrasound, a CAT scan, an MRI and an eye chart refresher, to see if I could still spell EGNUKDA, I guess. In the end the ER doctor got my blood up to level, put 6 staples on the gaping wound and told the nurse to send me on my way with a script for some pain meds.


Troy was waiting in the hall with some clothes and my coat, and when the nurse gave him permission to enter I just wanted to kiss him all over the face, but instead I barked at him, "Oh you are so gonna get it when we get back to Evan's. And you're buying him a new lamp too. I can't believe this shit..."


"Hush." he said with a goofy grin, "There will be plenty of time to beat my ass when you get well, but for now you need to calm down. I can tell you're still pretty excited." he chuckled.


I smiled back at him and started ranting as I touched my fingertips to the row of staples a couple inches above my right ear. "Oh, dude, you saved my life today. What would I have..."


Troy tossed my clothes over my crotch and leaned towards me whispering, "Did you know you have a hard-on? So why don't you just get your ass dressed so we can go eat something. I'm starved."


I lifted my head up to check, "Whoa, I do, huh?" I conceded as I began to blush.


"Yeah, and you were pretty enthused while we were bouncing around and flying off the bed too. And I'll bet they had to strap it down when they put you on the gurney. Haha."


"What the fuck are you talking about? Are you the 'junk police' or some shit? And as I recall you were pretty worked up yourself lover boy so don't think..."


"Wait a minute, that was the remote control you felt!"


"OH! You're such a liar." I pledged, with a hardy laugh.


I had been laying there with a boner all that time, and the sheet they put over me wasn't hiding a damn thing. I had been curious why the nurse avoided eye contact all the while she explained my prescriptions, bathing procedures, keeping the bandages dry and the follow up plan with my own doctor. She must have thought I had a mega crush on her -- how embarrassing...


"Think what you want, but I need to get something to eat before I pass out."


"What time is it?" I asked thinking it was maybe noon or 1:00p.m. at the latest.


"It's almost 9:45." Troy declared as I threw the blanket back and hopped off the exam table. I steadied myself once I was standing but my penis continued to resonate, bobbing about as if it were waving at Troy, "...oh, damn, I hope that nurse walks in right now, haha."


I was shocked at how late it was but when he mentioned the nurse I started getting anxious. I was preoccupied with the idea of that poor nurse barging in at any moment as I struggled to get my pants on, but I did happen to notice Troy wasn't looking away. In fact, I don't even think he blinked until I had ole Rover tucked neatly away and my fly zipped.


"So how do you feel about Chinese? We could go to the Peking Moon."


"Is this gonna be a cream of sun yun guy joke? Not in the mood..."


"No, seriously, I've been craving crab Rangoon all day."


At that moment I started thinking about 'what if's.' What if Troy did want some dick? What if he wanted my dick? How should I respond? I wouldn't want Evan to feel I had betrayed him by sleeping with his best friend. Then it occurred to me; he was probably in a hotel room right then swapping spit with my mom and pounding her vag like a turbo charged jackhammer.


Piss on it -- Evan's not my boss, so why should he have any say in what I do or who I do it with? Besides, Troy just saved my life...I think maybe I owe him something for that.


"You ready?" he asked, with a slight paranoia watching me fill my coat pockets with tongue suppressors, gauze pads and giant Q-Tips.


"Yeah, I'm ready. You ready?"


"I'm always ready, Princess."


"Then lead the way, lover..."


He paused to turn and give me a 'look.'


"...boy!" I concluded, with a teasing smile, "Lover boy."

[to be continued]

[Autolycus]

Another fine chapter! This story should be rated five stars for Excellence.

[EJMichaels]

Another fine chapter! This story should be rated five stars for Excellence.

That ^

[DonQuixote]

Good morning and Great Installment, Gus

The old Tzu has been busy off line working on the this latest installment of the Krazy Kapers of a Kooped up Kid, lol.

Smashing. Simply Smashing.

[BearWearFL]

I'm sure if someone had walked in on my reading this story they would have seen a huge grin on my face.

Great story so far! Keep it up man!

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Thanks Auto, eJ, Donny and Bear, so glad you're liking it so far. I have another nail biting episode coming up.
Get some popcorn going...

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Chapter 8
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Troy was kind of upset when we drove by the Peking Moon and saw that it was way too crowded to stop. There were people waiting in a line outside in the rain, so he was going to have to wait until another night for the crab Rangoon and cashew chicken. Instead, we went to some mom and pop restaurant out near the airport called Fat And Happy's.

It was one of those informal little joints where the cash register was behind the bar so you were expected to seat yourself. We took a booth near the front door so we could look out at the rain. Soon our waitress brought us both a menu and asked if we wanted a beer. We both said yes and she didn't even bother to card me. I guess maybe my stubble made me look twenty one.

We noticed the place starting to get really busy as we were waiting for our food. I'd ordered a barbecued beef sandwich and Troy had a big-ass steak, medium rare, and an order of fried mushrooms for an appetizer. After the girl brought out the food and refilled our beers, she seemed to vanish. Soon we noticed a different girl waiting on the tables around us, so we just assumed our waitress was on break, and the new girl would bring us the check.

After about forty minutes of watching the chaos, Troy tossed me the car keys and told me to pull up by the door while he took care of the bill.

"So I get to be rained on? I see how you are..." I joked.

"You have the coat." he told me, with a quick wink that tweaked my penis ever so slightly.

I saw him take out his wallet and start shuffling through it as I slipped my coat on and headed outside. I had to run to the car as the rain beat down on me. Once I got the engine warmed up I pulled over in front of the door under the old fashioned canvas awning. After tossing my coat in the back seat I noticed I couldn't see out the passenger side window, so I rolled it down to check if Troy was coming yet.

Suddenly the door burst open and he came running towards the car like a mad man and dove into the open window head first, yelling, "Go! Go!"

I hit the gas, peeling out on the wet pavement with his legs hanging out the passenger window. I headed for the nearest exit and then fishtailed down the road as Troy got turned right side up, looking out the back laughing his ass off and screaming woo hoo or yee haw or something like that.

"What the fuck did you do?" I asked, with a big grin and my heart beating out of my chest.

He smiled and told me, "Nothing... But we probably shouldn't eat there for a while, ha ha."

"You asshole! Why didn't you just pay the check?" I asked, as a sudden paranoia took hold of me. I was constantly checking my mirrors and going 20 miles per hour over the speed limit as we passed the airport.

"I didn't have enough money, besides, our waitress forgot about us. Don't worry, no one saw me leave. I went into the bathroom and when I came out the busboy was clearing our table. I just walked by him and went outside." he explained, with a reassuring confidence that made it easy to believe him.

"Oh my God -- you're crazy!"

"A little maybe...but you're smiling."

"Yeah, but I nearly pissed my pants when you came flying in the window. I'll never go out to eat with... Oh shit! The cops are after us!" I yelled with my eyes frozen on the rear view mirror where I could faintly sees the red and blue flashing lights a couple miles behind us and gaining fast. The highway running beside the airport was flat as a pancake and you could see for miles in all directions.

Troy flipped around thinking I was messing with him and then freaked out when he saw I wasn't. "Floor it! Then take the next right and turn your lights out!" he hollered with a new found sense of fear in his voice.

"Are you mad? I'm not out running the law!" I yelled back at him with the same frantic yelling.

"No, you have to! I have warrants and they'll take me to jail!" he pleaded.

"Tough shit!" I told him, as I began slowing down and pulling onto the shoulder.

"Aww, Gaw damn it dude...I'm fucked..." Troy mumbled, as he sank into his seat with an overwhelming disappointment.

I put the car in park and reached for my wallet only to realize it was back at Evan's house and I too would probably be going to jail for driving without a license. I started picturing myself doing dishes at Fat And Happy's with a ball and chain strapped to my ankle. The lights were getting closer and they had the siren blaring.

"We're both fucked." I said, resigning to the idea of getting hassled by the cops and dreading the call to my mother from behind bars. "It's probably too late to jump out and run huh?" I jokingly asked, trying to break the gloominess that was suffocating the both of us. Then I saw Troy begin to perk up and look out into the open field. "Don't you fucking dare! I was only kidding...besides, you're gonna be my bitch when we get to prison. I own you big time, you asshole."

"Piss on it, I have a bag of weed on me." He confessed, with a sad look in his eyes as if he was ready to cry.

"Oh, no..." I said as the red and blue lights became brighter inside the car. I felt like my head was going to split open from the throbbing pain, and I wished I was home in bed.

A split second later the cops flew right past us with the siren instantly a tenth as loud and then a second cop car zipped by following the first.

We sat there in shock for a few seconds with the sound of the windshield wipers slapping the rain back and forth as we watched them getting further away until they eventually disappeared into the hills beyond the airport.

I looked over at Troy and started to say something just as he leaned over and grabbed my face with both hands and pressed his wet mouth into mine for a brief, celebratory kiss before letting me go and yelling, "Hell yes! Awww what a relief."

I just sat there staring at him in the glow of the dash lights as he bounced around with utter delight.

"Let's go, before they come back." he said joyfully.

I put the car in gear and pulled onto the highway licking my lips and smiling inside and out. Whether Troy realized it or not, he had just broken the ice.

[to be continued]

[DonQuixote]

Is it soup, yet?
Oh, wait, I brought Subgum Wonton Soup home with me, tonight.
Best go fire up the BIG pot - when I make popcorn, I fill the Tupperware (r) Cake Saver Top - LOTS of popcorn.

(No butter on homemade, just the canola oil from popping and a little salt) Whole grain goodness.

LOL. I was posting the above as you were posting the installment.
Band on the Run . . . Troy is a train wreck waiting to happen, butt you're sure having one helluva time in the mean time - if you don't wind up dead or in jail.

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Troy is like that new movie with Densel Washington...Unstoppable. A million tons of steel out of control...And our young Tristan has him mistaken for a joy ride. FASTEN YOUR SEAT BELTS! hehehe