The Bug

From your Author:

I wish all of you well. Like I have said, music helps and I’ve added some to this chapter.

I have a group of friends: Ryan’s Renegade Readers. What an honor. I have a hard time thinking that someone would click on me for the first time; you’re all friends. To them, I would say if you really want to understand things I share today, you will have to go back… Way back.

So I will give you all an update. I live in Washington State, the same state as, Derion. I do know our Governor; he was one of the guys pushing me in the early nineties when he was in the State Senate; close to my age but a little older. Washington is, doing the right thing, as is, most of the nation; it sucks ass, I know. If you are a new reader this won’t mean shit to you so you can move on now.

Some of my Renegades know I do things from time to time just because I need to stay busy; not dwell. I had a project on an Island to the north more than a year ago and didn’t like taking a ferry every day; so I bought a Job Shack. Now, this is where I must say; Pay professionals. So many of you have seen construction sites, little gray trailers, some double-wide depending on the project.

I Bought that place under construction for pennies on the dollar, knowing a cool mil would greet me at the end of a hard year. But had to ride a ferry and drive an hour each way. So my Job Shack. Those who know me understand I like my creature comforts. I didn’t like sleeping on the ground at eighteen and when I saw this it was love at first sight.

Provost! Forty feet. Three slide outs. Black with silver wings down the sides; cameras for rearview and side mirrors. Now, this thing wasn’t new; it was five years old. Whoever the old fucker was he liked to go from Florida to Arizona, then Washington, and back once a year. 29,600 miles on an engine that will go a million, easy.

I’m getting sidetracked on the bus. I love driving it. A lounge chair that my ass sits in; air ride. It must be what piloting a plane feels like. I’m on my way to another Island, again the north; a bridge, thankfully. My Grandson Robby, sits next to me as his brother plays something in the back. RJC.

I loved my friends, felt sorry for experiencing something they hadn’t, and somehow I wanted to give them that. I think it was halfway through the joint that I recommended we wash in the lake. The pudding I’d made on my stomach had mostly dried, my friends mixed with mine because I was in the middle, my abs were like a glazed donut with flacks falling off.

“What’s it fell like?” Chance asked later, on the deck.

“What’s what, feel like?” I asked with sleepy eyes.

“What’s it fell like, Addam? She swallowed your fuckin cock, man. What’s it fell like?”

“It feels like what you did to me, C. The way you worked the top three inches in your fist, your grip was tight; that’s what it felt like when she swallowed me.” That was all I had.

“I don’t want to swell your heads but, you got a big dick, Addam. I don’t think I could do that.” He returned.

I thought about it. “You probably could if you practiced, Stretch.” What in the hell was I saying with the smile on my face?

“Can we watch it again?” Came from Brice.

“Guys? This is getting kind of, kind of, embarrassing. I did this for myself. You are watching me get sucked off and both of you are hard again.” It was weird.

“Dude. She swallows that huge cock of yours.” My bedmate said.

Now, compliments are nice; especially when your dick is included; I mean, come on. I was pumping up again mostly from him eying me. “Come on, guys. Let’s go down to the lake.”

The sun was setting when we were done with dinner; we ate like solders. All of us washed the grub down with a few beers including a lot of bantering back and forth; us all still in the buff. I told the guys that peeing off the deck was ok but if we used the outhouse our asses had better be lake fresh when we came back in. I, for sure, didn’t want to smell ass; we were all in agreement.

Chance and his fair skin didn’t do so well with the sun today. His face and shoulders were red. Brice and I were a little red in places that usually didn’t get sun but we would take precautions tomorrow. None of us had put clothes back on and it didn’t feel so strange; we were mostly boned and had been since we jacked off.

Finishing the rest of the joint we put the pressure on Brice to pull out his guitar and sing. He really did have a nice voice and could play a lot of shit pretty good; we were all stoned. He came back on the deck resting his foot on a chair and started plucking.

“Come on Brice. Really? Long Black Train? Give us something we haven’t heard. I know you do other stuff.” C demanded.

“Wanna play ‘Name That Tune’”? he asked back over his shoulder.

“I can name that. Anything you play.” C said with confidence.

“What do I get if you can’t, Chancellor? Never mind, let’s see how it goes.” I could tell something was up.

He turned away; “You guys can’t look at me, and, you sure as hell can’t laugh.”

“Nobody’s gonna laugh. If Chance laughs, I’ll smack him. If I laugh, you can smack me, but not hard.” I assured.

Now he was turned away from us, one foot resting on a chair, the head of his soda can barely visible between his legs. He was really something from behind, his back, shoulders, his ass; his nineteen-year-old body really was just one big muscle with parts. I looked over at Chance, his eyes glued to B, his thumb rubbing the clear liquid he produced over his mostly hard head.

I mean, when we came up here I was in the middle, was in the middle jacking him off, but never really took the time to look at his body like I had his face. First, it was long; his body. And he was thin. Now thin does not totally describe his upper body; not even a little bit.

Looking at him from the side, his eyes pinned to B, those pecks rising and falling. I counted four on my side and was sure the other four were out of my sight. And then there was that dick. The thing must have come close to the second muscle down. It didn’t seem quite as… long, earlier today.

“He is now to be among you at the calling of your hearts.”

“OH, Hell no. You can’t do church shit.” C yelled out rocking his head back and forth. That got him a ‘over the shoulder look.’

“Rest assured this troubadour is resting on his parts.”Brice sang, turning back to the lake.

“Wait! I know this.” He said grabbing at me.

“There is Love.” Chance said pointing his finger in triumph at Brice.

He plucked, “more specific.”

“The Wedding Song. I’ll smoke your ass. Another.” And know he was leaning forward a little in his chair.

He picked more on the strings, slapping his guitar for a beat, “Hey girl, is he everything you wanted in a man.” And he stopped looking over his shoulder.

I raised my hand, “I got this.” And he shook his head no looking at Chance who was smacking the side of his head looking for the title.

“You know I’d give you the world; had me in the palm of your hand.” And he started to move a little.

Now he had his naked backside to us and it was a different side of him; well, you know what I mean. He is a wrestler, everything, he did fast; not this. I leaned over to tell C what the song was and he put his left hand on my face Pushing me away as he rubbed his right thumb over his drooling slit.

Brice was moving slow, hips, shoulders, and his head moved back and forth. It, was, erotic, as, fuck. And my bedmate was loving it. Well, I was kind of getting off on it too; in, an artistic way. Oh hell; that’s a big, fat, lie. But I wasn’t boned up like Chance.

“What Goes Around. OWE, you dick, that hurt,” I said to Chance who punched me in the arm giving me the stink eye for cutting the show short.

“He was laughing, Dude.” Chance said to Brice.

“I wasn’t laughing, you, ass. And I wasn’t stroking, OWE; you, fucker. You do that again and we’re going over the rail.” Now, if I wasn’t getting ‘the look’ I sure as hell was now.

Brice pulled his guitar over his head saying he needed his phone. “We got no service, B.”

“I got stuff on my phone.” He announced as well as another visual announcement, he was hard as a fuckin rock, making his way to where ever he left his phone.

Another pop to my shoulder, “That wasn’t cool, man.” The sunburned redhead said to me.

“You’re right. It wasn’t cool, hitting me. I got a good mind to put you in a hammock; how, you, like them, apples???”

“No Addam,” voice dropping, his eyes and face saying the same thing. “I want to sleep with you…” And it showed on his face. It was funny. “What I mean… Well, I…It didn’t come out the way...” The tongue-tied thing was working for me. Should I have been flattered?

“You shouldn’t have cut him off, A. His body is just so… Have you ever seen anything like it? I wish I had that.” My wanton bedmate said in a low voice.

That right thumb had never stopped rubbing over his head and the thing was shinny. I thought about what he said and how he said it, the look he gave me thinking I’d kick him from my bed. And his fuckin eyes. He was being honest; he didn’t want to give up the spot next to me tonight but wanted to see more of B. I got it.

And Brice walked out with his phone. We saw he had the earbuds in, phone in hand concentrating, and a joint smoldering between his lips. He passed it to me without a look resuming his stance.

The line of trees made a megaphone out to the lake and what came back was a sweet sound. Now my mom liked her oldies, her Dad was a sixties child, and I grew up listening to the stuff Brice liked to play.

“Can I get a Hell yah?” And we yelled it out listening to the echoes come back to us.

“They’ll be no strings to bind your hands if my love can bind your heart.” And he played. I looked over at a mesmerized Chance.

“There’s no need to make a stand for it was I who chose to start this.”

Was he talking to me? I did start this? Did I put everything in motion by coming up here not even knowing? Yes, I was the first to pull my dick out but never thought we would wind up the way we did. I don’t know what I was thinking when I did it.

“I see no need to go home; we’re all old enough to see the dawn.”And he stopped looking over his shoulder catching Chance moving the hand he put in my face a few minutes ago, on my thigh.

He smiled. “Just call me angle in the morning, touch my cheek or show some tenderness before you leave.”

“Juice Newton. Angle of the Morning.” I rang out covering my arm.

He fumbled with his phone and started again. I knew it before he opened his mouth. “You’re the lucky one so I been told, free as the wind blowing down the road, loved by many, hated by none. I’d say you are lucky cause I know what you’ve done.” And he stopped looking over his shoulder at us then turned back to the lake.

I smiled not telling him I knew, or my smile telling I knew. I loved this song and sang along. “You laugh at the devil as his train rolls by; I’ll give you a song and a one-night stand; you’ll be looking at a happy man.” And he shook his head back and forth.

“Lucky One, Dude.” Chance yelled out and he smiled.

More fumbling with his phone. “There’s a place… in your heart… and I know that it is love. And if you… really try… you’ll see there’s no need to cry. A place there is no… further… sorrow….” I looked over at Chance who’s left hand was on me as his right worked what he had. I don’t even think he realized.

“There are ways… to get there… if you care enough for the living. Make a little space… make a better place. Heal the world… Make it a better place… for you and me and make the world better for the entire human race…” And his voice cracked.

He stopped playing but he still sang hearing the music in his ears. I closed my eyes with a smile.

“Heal the World. Make it a better place… For you and for me… Make it a better place for the whole human race…”

I opened my eyes and he had turned to look at us but with his eyes closed. “There are people dying! If you care enough for the living… Make a better place… For you and for me…”

Chancellor was taking what I said to heart about what he did to my dick earlier. “When we fly, sore high, let our spirits never die. In my heart, you are my brothers.”And his eyes opened looking directly into mine singing with him.

“You, sick, fucks, You’re jacking off? What about me?” He asked with a pouty smile.

“Now technically, I’m not jacking off.” I wasn’t. Chance was stroking me like earlier today doing the same to himself. “I won’t be the middle man again,” I said to whoever was listening.

“I will.” C said dropping me from his hand and standing.

Now that was quick. The coals of the fire I’d stirred a while ago along with a pot of water I put on would be used soon because I think ahead. I thought I might be in the middle again; I just didn’t want to walk back up from the lake.

Chancellor was in the middle of the bed; it sat in the corner and that’s what we used this afternoon. I smiled at B as we walked in seeing him excited. He was all in. He appeared to be a little too eager. I sat to his right and Brice sat to his left; same way he was with me. I am right-handed as most are; I use my right hand.

Chance, stroked me with his left hand this afternoon; different, but good. Now I had his right hand from a left-handed angle. Totally Different. I had to lean forward just to see; his hands were so… big. Chance had a knuckle to spare, thumb rapped across his index finger as he stroked a Rock Star can.