The Bug

 From your Author:

I choose not to start with the last page of the chapter before. It has been a while, sorry. So I pick up where we left off and if you need to go back and read the last I posted for ‘The Bug’, go for it. But if you are a youth, a kid younger than someone logging on needs to be; log off now. RJC.

“Copy, A-One.” And I just started to sob.

“Raven has landed; correct, Over?”

“Copy that, Dad.”

“Dad???”

“A-One.” And I waited for my dad to tell me what to do.

“Fortify, you have everything you need, Copy?”

Now both of them had hands on my shoulders, “Copy that.”

“If it looks hopeless, go to the lair. Do, not, engage. Copy that?”

“Copy.”

“When I can I will cum for you.”

“Copy that. A-One, out.” And I turned to my friends who had not even realized they were in a bunker full of artillery.

Through teary eyes, I looked around and started dressing my friends. Mind you, they had nothing on, and I started pulling shit from the shelves knowing my Uncle planed for a small army. Everything was camo, Kevlar vests, holsters held two forty-fives and six clips. With grenades clipped to their vests, an AK over one shoulder, and a scattergun over the other; I think I did well.

Brice was the first to say anything, and he whispered, “What the fuck, Addam?” He asked as I outfitted myself like them. The only difference was I had Kimber’s and a bow.

“We’re going to the other side of the lake, you guys stay behind me, and for Christ’s sake be quiet.”

I don’t know where all my confidence came from, I never said a word saddling up next to them, I was accepted as the leader. I loaded the chambers of their sidearms and clicked the safety handing them back.  

They followed and I had my eyes open wide looking for everything. As we got close to the clearing I spotted trip wires pointing them out and showing what they were attached to. I pointed at the turned-up dirt and shook my head running a finger across my throat.

We hiked back towards the lair in silence until we were far enough away that we couldn’t be heard. We sat down and they both were fucked up by what was going on. I looked at them and this was like ‘Red Dawn’ shit. “What the fuck, Addam?” came from both of them at the same time still in a whisper.

To lighten the mood, I told them, “You guys look hot as fuck, and I should be on the cover of some magazine,” standing and running a hand down my body.

“Why the bow and not a scattergun, Addam?” Brice asked pulling out a fatty.

“Because this doesn’t make any noise and I am pretty good with it.” They nodded as Brice blew Chancellor a nose hit and motioned to me.

I choked on the blue smoke that shrouded my face, had to bend over and grab my knees as stars filled my vision. I knew Brice needed this to be with it and also knew that it just impaired me and Chance. “We got a lot of work to do, guys.”

We were only about three hundred feet from the entrance and as we walked I talked to them without turning around. “We will have to move most of the munitions up here, food, everything until they find the cabin. We need to cover the driveway and we’ll have to do something with your truck, B” I now had to turn just to make sure they were still behind me.

“We’re here,” I said at the face of a cliff overhang.

Lush green foliage covered the opening on the face, couldn’t even see it was there. “Follow me; step and grab where I do.” And they followed.

Up about fifteen feet, behind the green plant life hanging down was the opening to the Lair. When they came in behind me there was laughter and I nodded to the back wall. I climbed up about another five meters through an opening most would think too small, and now we were in the Lair.

It was a large cave, maybe fifteen by twenty feet to a smaller opening with green foliage covering it, and a ten-foot rock ceiling. I looked at my friends with filtered sun cuming in. I mean they were loaded for bear, the sleeveless vests with balls hanging around their chests.

I have no idea if they saw it in my eyes, slowly walking towards them, and I dropped to my knees pulling down the Camo. Well, one fell out the other just kind of showed itself as I pulled them to my hungry mouth.

It didn’t take long for Chance to be standing at attention as I worked Brice. I sucked his fat head, and stump of a shaft, as I stroked Chancellor. Without needing hands, I sucked C as best I could and Brice stroked himself as my hands went under their vests and I was brutal to their nips.

I traded back and forth expecting nothing in return. I was enjoying every part of this and my cock was hard as a gun barrel soaking my lower half. Chance was the first to start moaning and that only caused me to choke on his long cock wanting it down my throat.

With a final push forward his long slender dick slid beyond my gag reflex and he dumped straight into my gut holding me in place. He shot seven times making my eyes water. As weird as it sounds I felt a sense of accomplishment and pride knowing I had done what none other had and the fact that my friend had gotten better than any other time.

Now Brice, on the other hand. There was no way he’d reach my throat so I sucked him like an all-day sucker, used teeth on his fat head, squeezed, and engorged the already fat shaft. His cum was thick as pudding, tasted the same as he launched into my mouth, and I swallowed as fast as I could.

“That was fun,” I said still on my knees looking up at them.

“Julie obviously taught you a thing or two, Addam,” came from Chancellor, looking down on me.

“I don’t think you can be taught that. His nose was in your bush; he swallowed that whole damn thing, Bro.” Came from Brice.

“I think we need to return the favor,” C said to B.

“No guys, I’m good.” And they looked at me in disbelief.

From your Author:

A lot of shit is going down, readers. Between The Bug, unemployment, food banks overrun, and pain, as Americans, we, don’t understand. This is the new-real, for a while. I see myself, beyond lucky. I say to my friends, ‘nobody loves you, more than you. Take all precautions. 

If you have made it till now, hold on. If you are a dad or grandfather, change your password. If you haven’t checked your kid's phone or tablet; do it know.

What have they been doing with all this time off? Do you even know who their friends are and who they’re sending those pictures, too? I feel for you, I really do. And those of you who have enjoyed the state-funded daycare, i.e., school, for your child who you can’t deal with during the day; how’s that been working for you????

I know that sounds harsh, but hear me out. Back in the day, in a classroom of thirty, of your children, fifteen are ready to learn. Six of them are behind grade level; for whatever reason. Ten of them are hungry in first period, nine of them didn’t have a coat to wear this morning. And then there are the other kids.

Think about this for a minute. A kid, or those kids, walk-in and start tipping over desks. What examples are they setting when they’re back in class the next morning? I will call them, BD kids. I do understand that is a broad term, Behavior Disorder is real.

Where I’m going with all this, you ask? What is the difference between Behavior Disorder, and Learned Behavior? Look around when you do what you do. Look at your kids or your grandkids; it’s, not, their, fault. 

To another point; back to tablets and phones. It’s hard, but suck it up, you don’t have to tell me. Me, RJC. I am prolific on this site. My fourteen-year-old Grandson read every word; over three-quarters’ of a million words. I have a cross to bear with that one. I wish that on no man. 

I want to talk about you. I know your mad, sad, all fucked up inside. If I haven’t pissed, you off, by now, you will read on. Good for you. Just put on some headphones and listen to your favorite songs. Think about your children being born. Think about those even younger in your care. It’s a hard, hard, time.

Live with joy. 

Laugh, because it comes from your heart. Love. Well love. 

‘I once asked a woman, why she wasn’t married. Her answer, “If I’d have known it was the last time I would be asked.” That has absolutely nothing to do, with anything. But maybe it means everything? Who, really, fuckin, knows? 

Best to our host and all readers on this site. We are a community, we read in shame, maybe just looking for a little enjoyment, just needing something? RJC.