The Bug

From your Author:

In some of my stuff I try to interject humor. It’s one thing to write it; it’s another to interpret what I write as funny. I’ve asked for comments before; just something you could say so I know you at least smiled. This is a short story from RJC; never intended for it to go this long, didn’t see it.

I am now chapters ahead of you and it just keeps cuming. I do have a vision but would be willing for some impute from you guys as to direction, who should be with who, and who is the odd man out. If you are a follower, aren’t looking for a ‘one-off’ you should enjoy the progression of these three boys.

  I hope you liked the last two chapters I posted; The Start chapter 36, and The Bug, Chapter 5. After much reflection I have decided that my personal life should remain my own. Readers want to read stories, read about things that get them off or are interesting; could care less about the guy who gives it to them.

I totally get it now. I was the only one who did that, the only writer who shared a little more than what I write. My goal has always been to connect with the readers and become more personal with you. I realize readers don’t need that, and I don’t either. RJC.

“You are the only one of us who’s had a blowjob; you know what it feels like.”

“I was talking about the other thing. What’s it feel like going in through the outdoor?” I thought it was the softest way to put, taking it up the butt.

“It sounds so ugly when you say it like that, Addam.”

“Have you ever, you know? I mean, have you ever cum doing that?”

“Yes.”

“Which one?”

“Both.”

“What’s it feel like?”

“If you’re asking what it feels like to cum in my ass; it felt great. It was actually the best until today and how you worked me. I know you think I’m a freak. I am.”

Now I rolled him over and I was on top, my hands on the pillow under his head. “I am sorry I said that. I didn’t mean it.” And I looked down on him.

“What did it feel like to kiss him, Brice?”

“Like this.” And I leaned down slowly. I was giving him the opportunity to turn away if he wanted.

I watched his tongue dart out wetting his lips, his eyes looking into mine, there would be no turning away. He moved his head to the right and mine moved to the left a little as I dropped down. I didn’t mean for it to turn out like this. I planned a soft kiss, not long, just our lips touching.

I don’t know if it was his cock growing under me in anticipation, the way my ass crack sweated as if producing some sort of lubricant, but I fuckin kissed him hard. I knew when I kissed Brice it was Chancellor I truly wanted to kiss, had been since I jacked him off, and if he didn’t get that now he was dumber than fuck. 

“I can fuckin hear you guys.” And we heard feet hit the loft above.

“See what you did? All that fuckin moaning.” I said rolling off him with a smile.

“You guys are fucking around; aren’t you?” He asked quicker than he could have possibly considering he was twelve steps over us.

“What?” We said at the same time causing us to giggle. Busted…

“Come on, Guys. I want to sleep with you.”

“Chancellor shaves his balls,” I announced having nothing else to say.

“Is that something you just figured out or was it when you were running your lips over them? I want to sleep with you guys.” And now the big muscle was pouting.

“Look, Brice. We don’t even fit. How in the hell are we supposed to make room for you?” I asked.

“Come on guys. Let’s just all sleep on the floor.”

“The weed has gone to your head, B. Why would I want to sleep on the floor to make you happy?”

“How about we pull the mattresses on the floor? I’ll be in the middle.” Was his final bid.

“Fine”

I woke up when the sun rose, shining in my eyes around the silhouette of our muscled friend smoking a morning joint on the deck. Chance had his head on my chest with an arm over me; it felt good. I’d never woke up like this before and I pulled a little on him. The minute the light hit Chance he begrudgingly rolled over; he wasn’t a morning person.

Brice had his earbuds in and didn’t even hear me pee from the deck and I started a fire in the stove. I would rather cook than wash dishes so I took to making breakfast; eggs, fried potatoes from a can, and bacon. It was the bacon that drew our tall bedmate from his slumber and he did as I did walking out to pee.

So as Chance sat looking at Brice from behind I did the same to the two of them as I multitasked. B had pulled on a pair of tiny little boxer-briefs, Chance hadn’t put anything on, I hadn’t either but did have a crusty apron to protect myself from the grease. We ate in mostly silence and I thought about both of them.

When I kissed Brice it was nice. When I kissed Chance, I could have cum from kissing him and the way he pumped up under me I think the same could have been said for him. But the way he looked at Brice and the way B looked at me; this was going to be fucked up on so many levels I didn’t even know yet.

“I cooked, you guys clean up. There is a hot-spring half a click away; I’ll set the traps for dinner then we can go.”

“Traps? Dinner? What the fuck are you talking about?” They said at almost the same time.

“Rabbit.”

“Rabbit what?”

“Rabbit. It tastes like chicken. You guys cleanem, and I’ll fry them up.” I told the two hiding my smile.

“OK. I think the mountain air along with the weed has fucked you up.” And he looked at Chance.

“I’m not going to eat the Easter Bunny, Addam.” Chance added.

“Really? The Easter Bunny. It tastes like, fuckin, chicken. When you eat lamb chops; is it Shelia the Sheep? When you eat bacon or ham is it; Homer the Pig? When your mouth waters for chicken; is it, Fog Horn???”

Now I was just fucking with them and it was hard with the looks on their faces. But I deadpanned it.

“I don’t clean something before I eat it, Addam. I never thought you had this caveman thing going on.”

 “Then how about we just eat them raw? Hair and all.” Brice said as he stood, wanting to be taller than he was and look more aggressive.

“Are you some sort of twisted fuck? I really can’t believe what you’re saying. I’m with B on this one.”

“Fine. When I’m frying up a rabbit that tastes like chicken and you guys want a taste; you can fuck yourselves. Oh, right. Only one of you can do that.”

You can’t take something back once it comes out of your mouth. Chancellor got up and walked to his bag.

Brice looked like he wanted to body slam me, his eyes, he was talking to me with no sound but I could read his lips. I needed to fix this; now.

I walked up behind Chancellor as he put on board shorts. I put my arms around him resting my nose close to his neck, looking for words, wanting to say the right thing.

“You think I’m a freak. I get it Addam. But that was really fuckin mean.”

“I didn’t mean it like that and you are not a freak. I’m jealous, ok? I would do it if I could.” I wasn’t lying.

“I could help you. I think you’re long enough. I’d be hot.” And he smiled.

“SO we’re good???”

“We’re good.” He said and I walked out to the deck.

“That seemed to go well,” Brice said. “What’d you say?”

“I’m gonna let him fuck me. I hope you are satisfied.”

“Dude?”

“You said I needed to fix this.”

“I didn’t mean that.”

“Now, you tell me? Fine. He can fuck you then.” I said with a straight face. Brice did not put up an argument and I raised an eyebrow.

The walk to the spring was a zigzag and as we got close Brice chimed in. “Smells like ass, dude.”

“It’s, sulfur. We’re on a fuckin Volcano, moron. You’ll get used to it.”

Yes, it did stink. The water had steam covering the surface, a constant 104, and the pussies were holding their noses. I dropped my shorts, kicked my shoes off, and threw my towel on a rock. It did take a sec to get used to but I was floating on my back when they got in.

“So guys. You need to protect your junk.” And they looked at me.

“There are parasites in the water and they will try and climb in whatever way they can.” And they backed out.

It was early and still cold at this altitude so the boys were shivering. “Well, why are you in the water?” They asked at the same time.

“I’m on my back so they can’t get in through my dick and my ass in slammed shut like a vault. Nothing to worry about.” And I couldn’t help but laugh.

They knew they’d just been punked. I was now wondering to what lengths they would go to. By their looks I was going to have to swim. They entered from opposite sides, moved toward me slow, their looks were clear; my breath would smell like sulfur before we got out.

I pointed to the sky, “Look guys. A dead bird.” And they both looked. Suckers.

 From The Writer:

I have readers saying I need lees sex and more substance; I get it. My readers want more than ‘one-off.’ I do have a vision in mind but it will be dramatic and lose this relationship that has grown with these guys and I don’t want that to happen. What would it be like if it came down to each boy for himself?

Now I did something to see if tags brought in more readers. Some of you may be pissed at me because you didn’t find what you were looking for. Sorry. RJC.