Sydney/Taree Australia
Part 12
Next morning, I woke to find B in the adjoining room sitting at his comp, and drinking a cup of tea. The door to the spare room was still closed. "Is Rodney still in there?" I asked.
"I saw the damn thing climb up the inside of the door about an hour ago, then I heard him flop back to the floor. Just before you woke, I heard some scratching noises behind the gas fireplace."
What used to be a large open fireplace opposite B's comp desk had been filled in with an enclosed gas fire. Above it was a shelf with Cody's framed pictures on it. "Rodney's probably gone up the chimney or whatever. I'll check the spare room."
"Daniel! You can't go in there with that giant boner of yours bouncing all over the damn place! What if he attacks you?"
"He won't," I said with a grin as I opened the door and had a quick look around. "He's left a few calling cards, though. Droppings, as you call them. And I can see where he's been scratching the carpet under the door." Then I checked the closet and all the drawers. "Nope, no sign of the little fucker. He's found a way out."
"Anyway," I announced as I entered the office, and approached B at his comp, "I gotta do something about this one serious piss boner, man. How about I spooge all over your keyboard? You can tell Cody all about it... like how your fingers were all gooey and sticky as you typed the email."
"Will you please take that... that... monster with you to the bathroom, Daniel?"
"You wanna watch?"
"No!"
"You do really," I cracked, then headed to the toilet, where I jacked off thinking about B's keyboard smothered in a truckload of Daniel juice and Bobby juice. Woohoo! After that, I took a long piss before washing my hands and brushing my teeth in the bathroom. Then I made a cup of tea for myself, and returned to B's office.
"Your eyes are all bloodshot."
"I didn't sleep well," B explained, then went on to tell me how he'd been spooked by all kinds of noises, real or imagined, all damn night. "And there you were, sleeping like a baby!"
"You checked me out, huh? Hey, you wanna know what I was thinking about while I was jacking off?"
"No."
"I was thinking about me and Bobby spraying a stack of boy juice all over your keyboard. Cool, huh? Can you imagine that? Me and Bobby standing either side of you while you were sitting on the stool and..."
"What would you like for breakfast?"
"Don't you wanna hear about Bobby and me? It was a totally awesome fantasy, B. Whoa! You could write about it in one of your stories."
"Bacon and eggs?"
Five minutes later, I was in the kitchen watching the bacon strips sizzling in a pan, and smelling totally fucking mouthwatering. Mmmm! Alongside it was another pan, which was being used to poach four eggs. Nearby were four slices of bread being toasted.
"What about Sue and Lindsay?"
"They fix their own when they feel like it, which is not often. You wanna butter the toast and make coffee while I look after the bacon and eggs?"
"Sure."
As I spread the toast with real butter, I asked B why he didn't want me telling him about my fantasies and stuff. "Cody tells you about all the cool stuff he does. So why can't I?"
"Cody's thousands of kilometers away, not standing next to me in the kitchen... naked, I might add."
"That bothers you, huh?"
B tested the eggs with a fork to check that the whites were set, then turned off the hotplate. "You prefer the yolks to be runny?"
"Yep. So what about my question?"
"The reason Cody tells me so much about his private life is because we're separated by great distance. If we lived next door to each other, it would be an entirely different matter. There are many things he discusses with me that he would never discuss with even his closest mates, like Wingnut and Mark."
"Why not?"
"I guess we all have skeletons in our closets, Daniel... secrets we wish to keep to ourselves. In a funny way, I don't really exist as far as Cody is concerned. I'm invisible. Virtual. It's as though I exist only in a very private corner of his mind."
"Private?" I asked as we sat at the kitchen table to eat. "His stories are all over your fucking site! How private is that?"
"Private enough for his folks and friends never to know about it."
"But that doesn't explain why you won't let me tell you about my stuff."
"When you're in Tampa, Florida, or visiting Spencer or Kyle, I don't have a problem. You already know that, Daniel. But when you're here so that I can see your face, it's a very different matter. It becomes very personal. I can't help feeling that I'm not the person you should be confiding in. You should be confiding in somebody your own age."
"Yeah, right, B. Guys my age don't understand a lotta stuff like you do. Fact is, there's a whole bunch of other older guys who'd freak if I told 'em the kinda stuff I tell you, or gimme a huge fucking lecture or whatever. So who the fuck else am I gonna tell stuff to?"
"How are the eggs?"
"Perfect," I said after swallowing. "Don't you see, B? You're the only fossil guys like Cody and Spencer and me can tell stuff to, and it shouldn't make any diff whether or not I'm sitting here eating breakfast with you."
"Sitting here naked eating breakfast with me."
"Hey, you've seen it all before, B. It's no biggie."
"It is a biggie, Daniel, and I'm not referring to what you think I'm referring to."
"You mean this?" I grinned as I stood and twirled my semi.
"How am I supposed to dispense intelligent advice if you're always teasing me?"
"You love it, B. Correct? You get all bent outa shape and carry on like your virginity is being threatened, but you love it. Admit it."
"Sit down for Christ sake, and stop waving that bloody thing around."
I obeyed his order, sat down, and continued to eat breakfast. "Hey, B, do you honestly think I'd tease you if I didn't think you thought it was cool? Anyway, if you didn't pretend to freak..."
"Pretend?"
"Yeah, pretend. If you didn't pretend to freak everytime I did something rad, teasing you wouldn't be any fun. Know what I'm saying? It's like we're a comedy team. You're the straight man, and I'm the funny guy. No, that's not right. You're the funny guy, too. So we're both funny guys."
"Then why aren't I laughing?"
"'Cause that's part of your act," I giggled, and almost choked on a piece of toast. "Jeez, B, you really crack me up. Y'know that? You sit there with that stern look on your face, but it's all part of the joke. Right? Hey, listen. We're losing the plot here. Are you gonna let me tell you about the fantasy I had while I was jacking off in the toilet? It was totally awesome!"
"And how am I supposed to react while I'm listening to you telling me all the saucy details, with your face just a few feet from mine?"
"The same way you react when you read emails from Cody and me."
"But you're looking at me!"
"So? What are you gonna do? Blush? That's cool. It's better than yawning."
"You're missing the point, Daniel. If I get ex... uh... affected by what you tell me, it will be embarrassing. Maybe not for you, but for me. My dignity is at stake here."
"What dignity? Sorry, B, I didn't mean that the way it sounded. You're a very dignified person... well, as dignified as a guy can be in a towel. So what are you worried about? Getting a boner? You're supposed to get a boner, B!"
"Dignified people don't get boners."
"Are you saying I'm not dignified?"
"You don't have to be, you're a teen."
"In that case, I'd better tell you about my fantasy before I get too fucking old and dignified. Anyway, I got all excited about the thought of Bobby and me shooting a truckload of thick, sticky juice all over your keyboard while you were PRETENDING to freak," I laughed. "It was just so fucking cool thinking about him and me standing either side of you, fisting our boners, with you not knowing which way to look. Are you OK, B?"
"I need a drink."
"Lemme finish the story first. So I was watching Bobby's hand gliding up and down the length of his big black schlong while I was stroking my seven inches of white boy meat. And the swollen heads of our throbbers, with their enlarged pissholes, were just inches below your nose, B. Woohoo! Imagine that!"
"Just a small one."
"Small what?"
"Drink."
"Not yet, B, for fuck sake! Now shuddup and listen. Then, we kinda timed it so that we blew our truckloads together. We pointed our cockheads at the keyboard and then it was like these almighty explosions of jizz were being draped all over the keys; one after another 'til the keyboard had all but disappeared under a mountain of creamy cum. Pretty rad, huh?"
"Can I have that drink now?"
"There's another part of the fantasy... but I don't think I should tell you about that bit."
"Can you get it for me?"
"What?"
"The drink."
"What's the prob? Oh! I get it! Ha! You've tented your towel!" I cracked. "Hey, don't worry about it, B. I'd be disappointed if you hadn't. Besides, you can be thankful your old fella still works." I rose from the table, opened the fridge, and poured B a glass of white wine. "It's a bit early for alcohol, though," I said as I placed the glass in front of him.
"It's never too early with you around." And with that, B poured the entire contents of the glass down his throat, then asked for an immediate refill. "What other part?"
"Huh?" I asked as I filled his glass.
"The other part of your fantasy."
"Curious huh?" I smiled. "Nah, B, I can't tell you about that part. It's a bit gross for you. You'd freak." After placing the glass in front of the old dude, I took my seat opposite him. "Ya know something, B? That's the best bacon and eggs I've ever tasted. That poaching thing is totally damn wicked."
"What could possibly be more gross than what you've already told me?"
"Gross? You thought my fantasy was gross? C'mon, B, gimme a break. How come it gave you a boner?"
"I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that it might incriminate me."
"Well, if you promise not to freak, I'll tell you about the other part of my fantasy."
"I can't promise that, Daniel."
"Then I'd better not tell you."
"I think I can guess."
"You can? OK, so tell me what happened after Bobby and I drowned your keyboard?"
"You got me to type an email to Cody?"
I was laughing so much, it was at least 30 seconds before I could speak. "Type an email? Fucking hell, B! You couldn't see the damn keys for all the damn jizz! Nah, it wasn't that. OK, I'll tell you what we did. Bobby and I scooped the blobs of juice that were still hanging from our pissholes, and we... well... we kinda smeared it around your lips. I figured it'd been a while since you'd tasted the stuff, so... well... y'know. Are you mad at me?"
"I will be if you don't pour me another damn drink."Copyright © 2001 All rights reserved. mrbstories
