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18 Weeks of Twoey - 70. Week Ten Sunday, November 9, 2014: Dangerous Plans
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.
Oth. -WS
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Chuck
I woke up with my morning wood poking into Matty's ass crack. No, actually his ass crack was squeezing around my erection and rubbing it up and down. Then I heard Matty whisper.
“Somebody's happy to be here with me this morning.”
I smiled and whispered back.
“Oh yeah ...I am.”
“Not you, silly.” He turned around to go under the covers. He started to blow me again. Then he stopped and peeked out. “Little Chucky ...he's glad to be here.” I giggled, but he went back to work and gave me my first orgasm of the day.
Wow, what a great way to start the day!
“You want to try now? You don't have to.”
“Oh yes I do ...you're not going to cheat me out of it again! But ...um ...Matty, can you sorta tell me how to do it right? I've ...um ...never done this before.”
So he gave me some simple rules as I gave him my first blowjob ever. I really wanted to taste him to compare with mine from last night, so when he told me he was about to cum, I just sucked harder and was rewarded with a lot of cream to swallow. I think I got most of it. It was sorta different from mine. Maybe a little thicker and slightly stronger, but I liked it. I'll definitely put Matty-Cum on my menu!
Once in the bathroom, Matty and I brushed our teeth and then something wonderful happened. He kissed me. He kissed me like he wanted to, like I was important, like I meant something to him. Following Matty’s sweet kisses, we took a shower. I had never taken a shower with another boy before. I mean, gym showers don’t count. This was something else entirely.
First, the shower is big and beautiful all by itself. Having Matty wash you is, gosh, I can’t even explain it. He didn’t do any sex stuff or anything, but the tingling in my body when he soaped me and shampooed my hair and rinsed me and ran those hands over every part of my body and was just ...so Matty, you know? He’s the sweetest guy I’ve ever met! I’m not in love with him but I love him. Can you understand? He’s just so nice, how could anyone not love Matty?
After showering and drying, we dressed and Matty kissed me so softly. My head was swirling. He’s addictive. Matty’s kisses are definitely addictive! Too soon we went up to the kitchen where his mom was making pancakes. There were these neat stools to sit on too. When I was on my second helping, Mark came up and walked behind me, rubbing his hand across my ass.
“Sleep good?”
I swallowed the pancake I was chewing.
“Yeah ...great!” I smiled at him and he winked at me. God, he is cute!
“Good, then you'll be back! I'll make sure I'm home to help keep you guys company.”
I thought Matty was going to lose it and spit his food across the table, but he just held it in and smiled.
I began to think of the possibilities.
OMG I was hard again!
Tommy
I walked into the family breakfast with a little anxiety. Everyone was there, including the kid who looks like my brother. He was talking to my mother about all kinds of religious shit. He sounded just like Johnson! Liz hardly lives here anymore, but shows up Sunday mornings. Even she had a perplexed look on her face. My mother was answering his questions but sure didn't look happy and kept rubbing her shoulder. Every other sentence the boy said, had the word adultery in it. Mother seemed to wince every time he said it, too. I don't even know what that word means. I'll have to Google it later.
We got to church and the boy went downstairs to the Teen Service or whatever it is. Hey, I'm 13! How come I'm not invited down there? Maybe it's just for high school kids. I'll be one next year. As I usually do, I tuned out Pastor Johnson and looked through the hymnal, thinking of which pop songs could be used with the hymn lyrics. I always try to imagine a few as hip-hop lyrics. I know it sounds weird, but it's the best way to amuse myself during an hour of hellfire and damnation, and yet appear to be doing churchy stuff.
When it was thankfully over and the last Amen was shouted out by the crazier ones in the congregation, we started to file out. The boy who looks like my brother met us at the door. He started talking to Johnson about something that apparently went on downstairs, but he kept using that adultery word. Johnson really looked pissed off. Something’s going on I can’t figure out. But I’m gonna work on it till I do.
Anyway, we finally went home. Nobody said anything in the car. The boy who looks like my brother didn't try to escape to Twoey's house, but brought out homework as we sat in the living room watching the football games. He did a TON of homework and made all kinds of notes while reading what seem to be copies of old newspapers. Then during the second game, he had a Bible and some other books out, taking tons of notes into a different notebook. What the Fuck?
David never did shit like this, that’s for sure. Then something even weirder happened. He stayed with us for supper and ate all his food, which even I was having trouble gagging down. My brother would normally have only eaten like a carrot or something ...it's another way I know this boy isn't my brother. He watched TV with us, never once complaining about the crappy shows. Then he quietly went into my brother's room and went to bed. He never shut his door ...another clue this was a stranger who only looked like David.
I Googled adultery and now I'm doubly confused.
What the hell does adultery have to do with anything???
David2
I left a bewildered Teen church classroom (I was in good form this morning) and decided to hit Johnson with a bit of adultery conversation and it seemed to have the desired effect. Honestly, I only asked him how many times someone had to commit adultery to be damned to hell forever. He didn’t seem to like the question.
I wonder why? You’re like a Pharisee, nothing but a whitewashed tomb full of decay and corruption!
While I was doing my good deed, I unconsciously glanced around the exiting crowd and noticed that fucking asshole, Mr. Burch! I didn't know he went to church here! Well, of course, in retrospect it makes perfect sense. I had never noticed him before. I guess I never used to spend too much time paying attention in church.
No wonder he knew I attended church. He was probably another one feeding Johnson ammunition to go after me with. Well he can’t do it anymore and neither can the woman who lives in our house.
I spent a big part of the day studying for my new social class. I intend to be the most prepared student Mrs. Delmonico ever had. There’s stiff competition, as everyone is smart and motivated. I was determined to find additional aspects of our pre-revolution topics, aspects no one else might have considered.
I also began my Biblical odyssey. I stumbled onto some weird stuff about Lucifer, heaven and hell. The more I dug around, the more interesting it got. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to use this stuff, but the topic was fascinating. I dug deeper and deeper.
I did some thinking about tomorrow and the next several weeks of school. None of the gang is in any of my classes with the exception of Twoey. He won’t be in school until after Thanksgiving anyway. Hopefully, it’ll be all done by then. Chuck is in math with me.
I think what I’ll do about math is arrive right at the bell and leave at the bell too. That way I won’t interact with Chuck much. I’m going to spend my lunch every day in the library. I can get lots of work and extra study done there. It’ll also avoid all my gang. I’ll still see Matty in PhysEd, but there’s not too much interaction with this volleyball unit.
My major interest will be Adv. Prep. I think Alex and Randy are safe, since they don’t know anything about my life. I can freely interact with them. Mrs. Delmonico’s class will be my focus for the next little while.
I also began thinking about Enos Johnson. Make no mistake, David’s war is with him. He’s Goliath. I can’t take a passive role, merely reacting. It’s all I’ve been doing, and look where it got me. No, I have to go after the fucker. I don’t mean keep saying adultery in front of him, although I’ll certainly keep doing that. No, I need to take the battle to him. Like any good planner, I need recon. Tomorrow will begin that phase of the Goliath Project.
It’s funny, but with all my feelings shut down, many things don’t bother me anymore. It’s certainly something to think about. If I never brought David back, I might prefer to live like this. Having little interaction with other people is freeing, in a way. It’s certainly a thought worth pursuing.
I was able to eat my entire meal because I didn’t care anymore. Food is becoming something to keep my engine running, nothing more. TV football and sitcoms just slide over me, while I think about what I want. And what I want is Enos Johnson. I want his fucking head on a stake! I think I’ll pay him a visit tomorrow, but he won’t know. Without the intrusion of the human stuff poor David had to contend with, I was able to devote hours to planning. Maybe I should leave David on the shelf.
Twoey
I stayed in my room today only coming out to eat. Mom didn't bother me or ask any questions. I think she was using the give him some space tactic.
Naturally, my thoughts were on the only thing my thoughts could be on. The thing is, I know exactly what’s going on. I’ve been with him enough to know how he works. My David lets a lot of stuff slide by. Stuff his mind doesn’t classify as top priority. But when it raises itself to that level, watch out!
His love for me was certainly one of those things. He thinks, re-thinks and over-thinks. He worries and fusses as he attempts to come to a conclusion he can live with. He’s always very logical and isn’t satisfied until he can accept the result. I thought, with therapy, he was getting nearer that conclusion about us. I really think he was close.
But then this war with his pastor hit. He let it slide for a long time until they invaded his room. I think when he saw them fucking on his bed, it was so unexpected and shocking, he went off the deep end. Now this is the number one priority in his life. He believes he needs to marshal all his forces for the battle. I can completely understand what’s happening. I don’t like it, but I understand what he’s doing.
What he’s doing is more dangerous than he can imagine. I’m crying a lot. I’m crying because I won’t see him until this is over, which could be a long, long time. I’m crying because I’m worried for him. I’m crying because there is the distinct possibility I’ll never see him again. That’s how dangerous these people are.
God! How can you do this to me TWICE?
Give me a boy, then snatch him away for yourself to enjoy?
I cried a lot.
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