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18 Weeks of Twoey - 91. Week Thirteen Sunday, November 30, 2014: Snubbed
A True friend stabs you in the front
- Oscar Wilde
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Tomorrow is December already! Holy shit. Pretty soon and it'll be Christmas. I'll have to work out a way to buy some presents. One thing I'll have to figure is a way to be not around Alex, so I can buy her something. She spent all afternoon and evening here yesterday. She would have been here in the morning too if those State guys hadn’t shown up. Tommy helped me shave again after the shower this morning. Jesus, shaving every day! I might as well be a grown-up!
It was neat cooking the chicken/pasta dinner with and for Alex last night though. She was pretty impressed too.
I haven’t had much time to ponder what the State guys asked. I did have a few minutes to consider it a bit this morning. I realized I’d have to get it wrapped up soon though.
So Coulton was just some innocent kid who wanted to bang me up a little – Ha! That crack behind my knees is what broke my leg. That was his bat! His was a full swing. If he thought bashing me with a baseball bat was messing with me a little, what does he consider serious assault – grenades?
Maybe he should have been the one drowned in the toilet. The problem is, in ten years will I feel any guilt if I recommend the judge not take the deal? What will I feel if those two kids get tossed in jail for 40 years? I mean, ugly as Coulton is, he wasn’t born evil. Someone was responsible for him being the way he is. That’s the person who should be in jail. Is it Johnson? Was it Burch? Burch, who was mutilated alive and then drowned in a toilet, like a rat. That was probably a tad more than the State of New York had in mind for him.
I’m trying to get rid of hate from my life. So Coulton, I can’t forgive the fucker, but I don’t want to hate him. This is really tough. I want to come to my decision by tomorrow. I can’t let this hang over me any longer than one more day. If Alex would only let me breath a little, I probably could work this out.
From time to time I do actually think of poor Martha Miller, the girl in that Teen Bible Study. I think she was trapped, sorta like me. When I get back to school, I should try and find her to get her opinion of everything ...you know?
Alex was here for Sunday breakfast. Why am I not surprised? I suppose I should be flattered that she's taking so much of her time and devoting it to me. At least today she brought work from Adv. Prep for us to do. There was some awfully interesting stuff to read. I can't wait to get back.
The family left for the new UCC church. Even Tommy likes it there. Services are less than an hour long, too. When I can get around more easily, I'll give them a try. I'm open-minded. I can't believe in invisible Gods though ...sorry. My Gods and Devils are real people.
One good thing is that Aunt Sarah took a couple of those old jeans I had, and cut down the outside of the left leg seam, so I can wear long pants and get out of the house. I told Alex I wanted to walk around the block, or at least go as far as I could. She helped me upstairs so she could dress me. Sitting me on the bed, she started to pull off my basketball shorts. Only she grabbed my boxers too, and was slipping everything off me.
“No! The boxers are OK. I just put them on clean after my shower!”
I protested, but it was too late. She had both on the floor and I noticed a devilish look in her eyes. She started to stroke my meat, and I was hard in a few seconds. My brain said, OMG, she’s gonna jerk me off again! I fell back onto the bed looking at the ceiling, then closed my eyes.
But they sprung back open as a warm, wet feeling surrounded my cock. Alex was blowing me! My body wanted to twist and writhe, but this damn cast made me have to lie there and take it. I didn't want to knock her unconscious with it – at least not while she was blowing me! I can't tell you whether it was an expert job or a beginner's job because it was the first blow job I ever got in my life. Apparently it was good enough for me, though. Pretty soon I found myself warning her, but that just made Alex add to the suction and Jeez, I was blowing a ton of cum down her throat! My ass lifted from the bed and pushed into her mouth even more.
When I started breathing again, she was kneeling over me.
“I told you I was going to get it from the source next time!”
Then she laid on top of me and kissed me hard and deep as her body rubbed up and down on my cock. I could almost feel her squeeze my cock through her panties as she whispered in my ear.
“I can't wait till next time.” (Gulp!)
I would never have guessed Alex was so ...sinful!
She ultimately did dress me in those long pants and we started my walk around the neighborhood. We got to the end of the block when she asked me how I was doing. Was I getting tired? Did I want to go back down Cherry to my house, or go over to Peach and walk by Nels and Sam's house? I was just standing there on my crutches, trying to make the decision, when I noticed Erik's black Mustang turning from Plum and heading toward us. I could see Twoey was riding shotgun. They gave a little toot and blew on by. I sorta waved, but they were flying down the street, and then gone.
Alex looked pissed.
“Wow, they must have really been in a hurry not to stop and say Hi to you. After all, it is your first time out.”
It didn't seem right to me either. I'm starting to get a funny feeling about that romance. I can't put my finger on it, but something's not right. I hope Twoey's careful. “I hope Twoey's careful.” I said it out loud.
“What do you mean?”
“I don't know, just a funny feeling.”
Maybe I need to meditate again – figure stuff out. I decided I was too tired, and we went back home. We arrived at about the same time my family got back from church. Tommy told me Liz was also at the church with Greg.
Of course, Alex spent the whole day with me. We studied some, made out some, and she stayed for dinner.
Alright, at 11:00 I almost called Twoey, just to check up on him, but decided against it.
So I called Alex. “Aren't you sick of me yet? You spent the whole day here, and I'm calling you at night.”
“You can call me every night, David. Sweet dreams, sweetheart!”
Hey, I’m a sweetheart!
I dreamed of fishes again.
Gary
I didn’t get home until real late last night. Mel was super horny. Her parents were out and we had the place to ourselves until way after midnight. I couldn’t fuck her enough, she was always hungry for “just one more time.”
The last time, she was riding me so fast and hard, her tits were a blur and she almost sprained my dick! When she’s like that I always have to double-check the condom. If I ever got her pregnant, her father would not take it well. They’d probably find me in a ditch somewhere, with a bullet in the back of my head. He’s pretty hard-nosed.
When I finally did get home, I didn’t notice the letter sitting on my laptop. This morning was a big rush, trying to wake up and get ready for church. It wasn’t until I got back and was changing out of my church clothes that I noticed it. It was from Uncle John.
I slit the thing open and found two items inside. The first was a fat check. This was his thank-you for the info I passed along. I told you my godfather is always generous with me. The other item was an index card. I read it and smiled.
David is avenged.
Twoey
Erik had breakfast with us this morning. He brought along a bag of special coffee that Mom brewed. He's such a sweetheart! The three of us talked. Mom asked Erik if he had any ideas about his future, and I was quite surprised to hear him go into a lot of detail with school and career plans with bio-engineering. He impressed the shit out of me. He's my boyfriend, and I don't really know much about him, other than he's on the wrestling team. I think we need some alone time to talk about just Erik. He seems to always be around me now, but we never talk about him. Well, that's going to change. What kind of a shitty boyfriend am I?
Erik suggested we go for a Sunday ride down to the southern tip of the lake. So we headed out, with him opening my door for me. Just after we turned off my street, we saw David on his crutches accompanied by Alex.
“Hey let's stop for a minute and say Hi.”
But Erik just tooted his horn and kept on driving. I looked out the rear window and saw David give a half-hearted wave.
“Why didn't you stop?”
“He was with his girlfriend. The last thing they want right now is a conversation with a couple of gay friends, trust me! We did him a favor.” I wasn't sure I completely agreed. In fact, I know I didn’t.
The ride down was pleasant. Every once in a while, he'd pull over to a rest area with a lake view where we would enjoy the scenery and make out. Finally, we arrived at this quaint little town of Riley's Glenn. There were big hills all around and the town itself looked like it was frozen in time. Erik said there was a forest path for us to walk. He said when we got back, we would have a nice lunch overlooking the lake.
When we got to path entrance, he was half way around the car again when I got out! I gave him a dirty look. Well not seriously dirty, he is my boyfriend, after all. Then he smiled and spoke.
“You're quick, babe.”
I stopped dead in my tracks. My eyes narrowed.
“What did you call me?”
He just stared back. I think he was afraid to repeat it ...so I helped him.
“Is there any part of me that reminds you of a girl?”
“Twoey, really, I just meant it as an endearment!”
“Erik, I love you. Maybe someday we’ll have silly little pet names we’ll use for each other. Maybe I’ll call you Kermit. Maybe you'll call me Pooky. Whatever, it doesn’t matter. But you are not my man! I am not your girl. Don’t ever call me babe or baby or little girl or anything feminine, because I am not!”
Then I went up to him, kissing him warmly, just to show I wasn't angry. He kissed and hugged me tightly. After that, we had a wonderful walk through tall trees and rocks and big hills. It was actually spooky in some places. Like you would expect Jason to spring out at you with his big knife, or have your boyfriend murder you and bury you under the rocks. OK, I didn’t mean that last part, but it was eerie at times. Finally, we emerged into the cool but bright sunlight. Later we had the most romantic lunch outside on a restaurant deck, overlooking the lake. We were the only ones who dared to be outside, it was pretty nippy, but it was perfect. I love him more and more.
As he pulled back his hand to let me open my own car door, he blushed and came to the window. “Always tell me when I do something that bothers you. Never let it fester. Twoey, I have so much respect for you. I love you so much. Never change!”
Aw ...I almost cried.
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