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Why me?

By: MINKX



I've just been thinking about something.

Just a little thing about catching the eye of someone who wants me and makes plans on how to have me. Someone I secretly want as well but also want to keep away from. Because I know they would take me over. They would take control. No one has ever really been able to do that. I know I want that but it's frightening to. How would I respond to someone I couldn't easily charm? Someone who'd simply move ahead with what ever his agenda was? How would I handle being powerless, with nothing I could do even in full blown heathen, hellion Irish wildkatt temper, to stop or even slow him down?

I was thinking casually about a question I was asked. This is a hot subject. Would I ever have sex for money? I've thought about that before. I remember taking a Cosmo test with a friend asking would you make a good mistress? My shy, timid little girl friend ended up in the hell no category. I was in the highest yes one. Not sure that's good or bad. I think a lot had to do with the submissive thing. The desire I have to serve and to please those who matter to me.

I was also thinking laughingly, not serious, well that would be one way to make sure the rent gets paid til I get a new job.

Was a night that I couldn't sleep. I always have my bedroom window open a bit, even if it's only 10 degrees out, I need fresh air. So suddenly I realize some woman in the apartment across from me is just sobbing and sobbing. She's sobbing and saying things I can't make out and suddenly this totally cold, flat, no emotion voice speaks up, saying "grab a life bitch." Well I bolt upright at that, and being the do anything that comes to mind woman I am, yank up the window shade to see if I can see anything. Katts are curious, after all. Besides, was black in my bedroom. No one would have seen me peeking.

Nope, nothing to see, and that woman keeps crying so of course now I really can't sleep. I thought the guy was a fucking asshole to be able to make and listen to a woman cry that hard and obviously not give a shit. And I wondered why the hell that woman was still there? Because that would never happen in my world!

So the grab a life bitch guy wasn't anything hot to me but it did start me thinking about hard core, bad ass men, who actually were decent in their own devious, force of nature ways. What woman wouldn't get turned on by the thought of a man cold to the rest of the world that she made burn?

So I'm thinking, fuck, no way I'm going to get sleep while she's crying. I yank the window down to just a tiny open crack and get comfy again. I wonder, what's something sexy exciting to make stories up about til I finally fall asleep?

What if the man in that apartment across from me wasn't a grab a life bitch lowlife but someone 'licious, sexy who had an eye on me, just waiting for an opportunity, an opening, some tiny little thing he could use to get what he had made up his mind to have?

He's been watching me since I moved in, the shades open, sitting on my bed, curled up around my laptop, hearing me giggle, and laugh exuberantly out loud. He catches quick glimpses of long, bare legs untwisting, swinging free of the laptop as I uncurl off the bed to dart out of the room.

He's heard me cum, hot summmer days, shades down, but window thrown wide to catch any stray whisp of breeze, not thinking about the fact that if I can hear him, then he can hear me.

He knows that I mewl when I cum. And that I cum hard and fast and long. And he knows that I have no lover, no man, that I cum by my own fingers and whatever toys he can only guess about.

He's met my eyes, once, after I slipped back into my T-shirt and twisted onto my knees to yank the shade back up the better to get those breezes.

And he knows, by the shock and mortification that bloomed instantly in my eyes, the red that filled my cheeks, the way the shades slammed instantly down the second after our eyes locked, that I'm still the kinda girl that daddy warned about boys like him.


So he makes his plans. He watches, he listens, and he learns that I've just lost my job. And he sees a possible opening.

A few weeks later he's close enough to hear me talking to the caretaker; a sweet guy who knows about my situation, knows that unemployment benefits are hard to stretch enough to pay for everything. He hears me asking Jake what I have to pay after the first penalty and smiles. He has his opening.

He's made sure over the last few weeks, months, to talk to me, both of us leaving our apartment buildings at the same time. Just casual things, cold today, or, nice to see some sun.

He's made me feel used to him, that good looking man who talks to me casually. He's just a neighbor. Just someone polite to another tenant in the two buildings Jake caretakes for.

I think he's totally hot. But a guy like him doesn't notice someone like me.

He's not from my world. Why would he notice me? Just a country girl suddenly having to make it on her own.

I'm coming back from the store and's he's standing outside his apartment building finishing a smoke. He looks up as I approach and smiles at me.

"How goes the search?"

I blink at him. "Pardon? What?"

"For the new job."

"Oh." I blush a bit, hating that I'm not working. And not good at fibbing or fobbing. "Still looking."

He nods. "Things getting a bit tight, huh?"

He's always been polite and nice, but I toss him a cool look. "Doing just fine."

He laughs softly and suddenly I feel like I should run, just bolt for my apartment, not stay hear to listen, to hear. I need to be not here. I know that. But he's talking to me again. And I was raised to be polite. Which means You don't just suddenly turn and run like hell away from someone who is speaking to you.

"You're not doing fine. You can't pay this month's rent on time."

I want to slap him. But I think that would be really stupid. So I give him my most arrogant look.

"I'll be a few days late. That happens sometimes."

"I bet $200 would take care of that problem." He drawls.

I'm just looking at him, confused. I don't have that 200 dollars. I don't have anyone to ask to borrow it to me. My check won't come for a week. What the hell is he nattering about?

He suddenly slides a hand into his pocket and pulls out two bills. Two hundred dollar bills.

I look at them, wondering, what? He's always been so friendly and casually nice. Is he suddenly taunting me that he has money when I'm hurting and terrified over the lack of it? What the fuck is going on here?

"This would help you pay your rent for the month, wouldn't it?" He says softly.

"What are you..."

"You let me fuck you, this is yours."

No thought required. I just react, and try to slap him. But he catches my hand before it's half way to its target.

"Are you sure. No one will ever know."

I jerk free hard, and back step fast. "No, not ever, stay away from me!" I turn, and run back to my apartment.

And behind me he laughs.

Two days later, still no job in sight, I get a disconnection notice for the over due phone bill. I can't lose the phone. I have to be able to get calls for possible jobs. I stare down at the bit of paper in my hands, frantically trying to figure a solution. I can't find one. I think maybe I'm totally fucked now.

The next day I come back from more job searching and he's there.

I stop dead half way up the block. I can't. I know if I let him in at all it's not a good. I know this.

I wait until I can breathe again then walk all the way down the sidewalk til I can dash across the street and fly into my apartment building.

But he's there in front of me.

"Just a one time thing. Just give you some breathing space."

I stare at him, wide eyed. Why is he doing this to me? I don't want to end up evicted. I want and need that little help until I get the new job I know I'll find. Why is this the only way?

"No one will ever know." He says as he did that first time.

I can't even talk. I just open the door, and hold it open behind me a moment for him to pass through after me.

He follows on my heels, silent, as I make my way up the stairs to my apartment at the top of the building.

I unlock the door and head down the short hallway. He can lock the door if he cares to. I don't.

I pay him no mind, getting out of my boots, sliding my jacket off. I hear the click of the apartment door locking behind me, and suddenly he's on me, and I'm being dropped with control onto the floor. I think I'd maybe scream, but a hard mouth is choking any sound I'd think about making. And he is kissing me till I'm desperate for air, letting me grab a few panting gasps, then attacking my lips again.

My sweater is pulled off of me. I don't wear a bra, and suddenly my nipples are being nipped and pinched as my jeans are roughly unbuttoned, unzipped and yanked down and off my legs. My panties are ripped off, and I think for a ridiculous moment, glad they weren't a pair I really liked.

It's like a whirlwind and I'm so lost and caught up in it. I'm inspiring this fierce hunger?

Before I can wonder much more, I hear the rasp of a zipper roughly jerked down.

Oh shit. I yowl, when I'm suddenly fucked into with a hard cock that fills me tight, all the way deep down in.

He just fucks me hard. It's been months for him, watching and wanting me, after all. The only thought on his mind is the tight pussy he's been plotting how to have.

I can't get away. He's holding onto my wrists, his body heavy on mine, slamming in and out of me.

And it's just been so long for me! That's the only reason I am pushing up to meet every downward thrust of the cock that's fucking deep into me. The only reason why I suddenly cum, my cunt clutching tight, and rippling around the the flesh fucking me.

That makes him cum, jetting up into me, filling, claiming me.

I lie there, lax and trembling as he slides free and leaves without a word.

It's not done. I try to convince myself it is. I suck at that kinda lie. I roll over and push to my feet to make my unsteady way to the shower. 

I'll worry about it tomorrow.

Not sure sure how far I'm going with this, but a ways. She doesn't have a clue what she's up against. When you're too "properly" brought up to throw a fit when you know you never lost your keys and think it's rude to accuse someone you know did take them it's a bad thing. She's kinda in a world of trouble already.(That was a hint about what's to come)

Why Me?



"Come on Rick, all you have to do is ask. The worst that can happen is that she'll say no. You can't dance if you don't ask."

"Sure Tom, that's why three girls have come up and asked you to dance. Have you ever been told no?"

"Sure I have, at least I think I have."

"If you had, you'd know it asshole. Go ahead and have fun, I'll get around to asking later, when some of the girls start getting desperate."

Of course I didn't. I watched for a few songs, then I went out for a smoke, went back in for part of a song, then left. Tom was wrong; there are worse things than being told no. The last time I asked a girl to dance she laughed at me, then she told all the other girls around her about it and they laughed too. I didn't ask anymore. I probably never would again. 

While I was still at the dance I noticed something odd. Lena Stills didn't dance with anyone. This made no sense to me. Lena was a knockout. I had had a crush on her since 4th grade when I moved near the neighborhood she lived in. I used to hide in the bushes across the street from her house and watch her walk around at night. She wore baby doll pajamas to bed. I had seen them many times when she would sit in the front room of her house watching TV before bedtime. I was never able to see into her room to watch her change, but I sure wished that I could. I didn't understand why no one asked her to dance. There was no way she would refuse everyone. If she didn't want to dance, then why was she here? 

I went home to my room and brooded. What was I going to do? I was 17 and a senior and I had no girlfriend and little prospect of getting one. I had a car, not a pretty muscle car but a '76 Mercury Monarch sedan. I would love to have a Camaro or Mustang, but my folks were not rich and I had to buy something I could afford by working at McDonalds. My dad refused to let me go into debt for a car, which also kept my insurance down to something I could afford. The Merc was a nice enough car, though bland, and I had gotten it cheap because it needed a muffler and water pump. Dad helped me with those, and the several other repairs needed later. 

The dance I had gone home from was a holiday bash before Christmas. I had to prepare to leave as my family was going to Valparaiso to spend the week with mom's sister's family. Aunt Jean and Uncle Jason Turner switched years with us. We used to go to Grandma's for the holidays; but when she died a few years ago this situation had developed. It was only about an hour drive to see them, but somehow it rarely happened. I liked Aunt Jean and her family, especially my cousin Diane. She was the same age I was and had always been a good friend. 

This year mom and Jean were determined that I learn to dance. I was to find out why that spring, but for now I had to endure the lessons; first with mom and her sister, then the final with Diane. That part I didn't mind at all. Diane was a little overweight, chunky I would say, but she sure felt good in my arms and against my body. 

Back at school for the last half of the year I got my new schedule. I saw that for Chem this year I would have a lab. Mr. Smith said that we would be paired up for the class with the person standing beside us. I looked to my right and saw Susie Slidowski. Oh great, Susie Sideways. Everyone called her that because she was so shy she never looked at anyone face on, always from the side; as she was looking at me now. Mr. Smith told us to take a moment to introduce ourselves so I took the first step, "Hello Susie, or would you prefer Sue, or Susan..." When she didn't respond I continued, "or Susanna, Polyanna, Amanda, Britana, Beauty, stop me when you hear something you like."

"Susan!!" She burst out with. "And you are Ricky McReady."

She dropped her head to look at the bench in front of us. Her voice was quiet, and throaty, what is called a bedroom voice. Oh boy, I would have to get her to talk a lot. I heard nothing else from her that day as Mr. Smith gave us instructions on how we were to conduct ourselves and what would be expected of us for this course. 

The rest of my course load was not much as I had most of the credits needed for graduation. English lit and computer science were my only other requirements. I was due to start a couple of classes in business management at Harrison College in the afternoons next week. The credits would transfer to college and give me a leg up. I had applied to a few colleges but had heard nothing from them yet. My problem was that without some kind of scholarship I had little hope of attending full time anywhere. 

Getting Susie, I mean Susan, to talk was a monumental task. Nothing I tried ever got more that two monosyllables in response. I determined to make her laugh instead. My first success came a week later, by accident; literally. We had had a normal Indiana snow storm on Monday and someone had left their wet boots at the end of our lab table and I was running a little late. As I rounded the end of the table my left foot hit the puddle and went out, dropping me onto my butt with my legs spread wide, so wide that my pants split in the crotch. ZIP-BUMP-RIP-OWWW. As I sat there with a stunned look on my face Susan stared at me for a moment, then burst out laughing. Most of the rest of the class joined her as I slowly tried to get to my feet. Unfortunately the slapstick was not done yet. My right foot hit the puddle as I was standing up and it dropped to the knee, causing my chin to encounter the lab bench popping me onto my back with my head ringing and my right foot curled under my back, ripping the knee of my pants; wrong day to wear old jeans to school. As I lay there woozy as hell the whole class broke up. The last thing I saw before I passed out was Susan's whole face, looking at me with concern. God she was beautiful. 

I woke up in the nurse's office and was told that my school day was over. My mom was on her way to pick me up. The whole night I couldn't get the image of Susan's face out of my mind. 

Dad and a friend of his had gone and gotten my car from the school parking lot. If they hadn't it probably wouldn't have started. I had to plug it in to a heater (light bulb under the hood) every night in the winter if it was going to start. At school the next day people kept looking at me and giggling most of the morning. By the time I walked into chem. It was getting very old. The giggles continued as I walked into the room, looking for puddles, and put my stuff under the bench to prepare for class. The shocker though was Susan; she was standing at her place crying. 

"I'm sorry Ricky, instead of helping you up I stood here and laughed at you. You wouldn't have been hurt if I had helped. Please forgive me, it won't happen again."

"I sure hope not Susan; I don't think I could survive another round. Don't feel bad though, it was funny and I have been trying to get you to laugh. I just didn't realize that success would hurt so much is all. Besides, you stopped laughing when I got hurt, I saw you before I passed out. I'd do it all again to get that kind of look from you."

Again I saw her complete face as she gave me a deer in the headlights look. 

"Are you good to go today Mr. McReady?" Mr. Smith asked, interrupting us.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry for disrupting class yesterday."

"It was not your fault young man. Miss Stills has something to say to you though."

I looked over to my right and Lena Stills said, "I apologize for leaving my boots in the way Ricky. I'm sorry that you got hurt by my sloppiness."

After seeing Susan's face, Lena did not awe me as much. "That's all right Lena, I shouldn't have been in such a rush. No lasting harm done."

That ended the conversations and class got underway. Susan kept glancing at me with one eye all the way through class though. I still couldn't get her to say much, but at least she was paying attention to me now. 

This continued through Thursday and Friday; but then as we were leaving class on Friday Susan grabbed my sleeve and pulled me to the side of the hall, out of traffic. 

"I see that you leave every day at noon, where do you go?"

Oh Ho, she was watching me; this could only be good. "I have afternoon classes at Harrison four days a week. If I didn't do that I'd have to take useless courses here. The state requires us to have a minimum number of class hours so I couldn't just go home. Why do you ask?"

"I tried to find you at lunch and you were gone. I wanted to talk to you."

Hot damn, she could say more than two words; and she wanted to talk to me. Things kept looking up. "My class doesn't start for an hour, so if you would like we could talk now. Come on, I'll buy you lunch, or as close as the cafeteria can come to it."

She nodded and took off down the hall. It was amazing how she maneuvered her way through the crowds. She slid between groups and around individuals without a stumble or pause. Trying to keep up with her I caused more that a few curses to follow me down the hall from the obstructions I was unable to avoid. 

In the cafeteria Susan said not a word as we loaded our trays. Today's best choice was vegetarian chili. Not the most appetizing thing you've ever had, but better than the alternatives.

Susan put her tray on a table in the corner and proceeded to set up her place with determination. She placed each item in just the right spot and never looked at me once the whole time. I guess that she was nervous. 

Finally she was ready and sat across from me. 

"You said that you wanted to talk to me Susan?"

Keeping her head down she asked, "You were trying to get me to laugh?"

"Yes, I was, but the fall was not planned or intentional. I was actually hoping to get some kind of reaction from you, any kind at all."

"Why?"

"Because your voice is enticing and I wanted to hear it more. I wanted to see your face without your hair in the way and I hoped that we could be friends. I don't see you with anyone in particular and I don't have many friends either."

"Okay."

That's all she said, but then she looked up at me and smiled. I thought my heart was going to stop. Susan had big brown eyes above a button nose and a small mouth. Her face was heart shaped with a broad forehead and a small chin; almost elfin. 

Thus began the seduction of Susan. After that we had lunch together every day and talked about multiple subjects. I found her to be a constant surprise with her interests and capabilities. As she opened up to me I also tried to steer her toward my goal. When I asked her about her clothes, she always wore loose clothing; Susan said that her father bought her clothes. I had already learned that her mother had left when she was young and her father was clueless as to how to raise a girl. She said that the kids in grade school had made fun of her and so she withdrew. I was the first friend she had had at school. She was also the only friend I had now too. Tom had graduated midterm and gone to junior college in Champaign-Urbana. 

It took till March before I was able to get up the courage to ask Susan for a date; and when I did I made the biggest mistake of my life. I took her to a basketball game and the after game dance. When I asked her, I didn't make it sound like a date. I said that I was going to the game and asked if she would like to go along. This gave her the out of thinking that we were just going as friends, so if she didn't want to, she wouldn't be turning me down. I outfoxed myself, because this made it so that she felt no obligation to stay with me. I had done too good of a job of opening her up. She was dressed very nicely in a short skirt and blouse and she had had a friend at church do her hair up. Susan looked fantastic. I was not the only one to notice that. 

Lena Stills came over to where I was watching Susan dance with Lena's lab partner, John Wesley, the star forward of the basketball team. 

"It looks like your date has abandoned you Ricky."

"She's not my date Lena, she is just a friend."

"Too bad, I thought that you were finally going to get a chance to dance at one of these things."

"Me? What about you? I never see you dance either. Why do you even come to them?"

"Probably for the same reason you do Ricky, I keep hoping that someone will want to dance with me."

"Oh come on now. You are one of the most beautiful girls in school. Every guy wants to dance with you."

"It's kind of hard to tell when no one I want to dance with asks Ricky. Why don't you ever dance?"

"Because no one wants to dance with me Lena. Every time I asked I got turned down, Julie Parker even laughed at me. I was hoping that Susan would want to be with me."

"You got her all ready to pop and some other rooster raided your henhouse. Is that the way it is?"

"Unfortunately, yes. Now I'm alone again."

"Well I'm alone too. When you said that most guys would want to dance with me, does that include you; and if it does, why didn't you ever ask me?"

"Of course it does; I just never thought that you would say yes."

"That just goes to show how wrong you have been all along, now let's dance."

A little later Susan came over to me and said that John was going to take her home, so I didn't have to wait. Wesley smirked at me from behind her and reached around to pinch a nipple where I could see it. Susan slapped his hand, then turned around and walked away with him. Thus ended my brief interlude of happiness in high school. 

Lena wanted to dance some more, but I couldn't do it. I went home and actually cried myself to sleep like a little boy.

Monday I asked Mr. Smith for a new lab partner. He said I didn't need to as he was going to switch them up today anyway. Susan had just enough time to tell me that John had asked her to go steady before Mr. Smith announced the changeover of lab partners. My new partner was Joanne Simmons; a chubby little girl with the brains of a cauliflower. I had all I could do to pass the course after that. As class was letting out I tried to escape, but Susan caught me and said that she wouldn't be able to have lunch with me anymore, John might get jealous. I told her that was fine, my classes at Harrison were moved earlier and I couldn't stay anyway. 

Lena stopped me on the way out and said that she was sorry; I deserved better treatment than that.

"It's okay Lena, I made the mistake of trusting a woman, that's all. It won't happen again."

All I saw of Susan after that was when she walked into class. One day she stepped in walking kind of funny. I figured that I knew what had happened, but I ignored it as best I could. I did sabotage Wesley's Bunsen burner after I saw him high-fiving a couple of his buddies though. 

Lena seemed to want to stay connected in some way, but I mostly blew her off. 

When prom night began to loom I discovered why mom and Aunt Jean had insisted on the dancing classes. When she asked me if I was going to the prom and I said no, she disagreed. "Yes you are too going Ricky. You are taking your cousin Diane. No one has asked her to go so you will. Her prom is the week before yours so you can go to both."

I tried to talk her out of it, but I might as well have saved my breath. 

"You have to go up there and ask her this weekend Ricky, before someone else beats you to it."

No protest got through to her so the next Friday night I was in Valparaiso at my Aunt and Uncle's house. 

Diane was sitting in the living room as her mother led me in. 

"Hello Ricky, what are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you Diane, would you step outside with me please?"

"Sure Ricky."

When we got on the porch I sat in the big swing and motioned her to sit beside me. After she sat I took her hand. 

"Our mothers seem to have a plan for us cuz. Mom insisted that I come here tonight and ask you to the prom. Do you have any idea why they would want to do this?"

"Damn, I was afraid of this. I told mom that I wasn't going to the prom and she freaked. She couldn't understand why I wasn't going. I tried to tell her that it meant nothing to me, but she wouldn't listen."

"I told my mom the same thing, but she wouldn't listen either. The last thing I want to do is to go to the prom, anything you can do to keep it from happening would be appreciated Diane."

"From the way she reacted, I don' think mom is going to let me get out of it Ricky. We'll just have to put up with their nonsense. Look, to them it was a big deal. Everyone had to go to the prom. They just don't understand that it isn't that way anymore. I have very good reasons to want to stay away from that event, and she'll never listen to them."

"I know, if I have to go to mine I'll probably get in a fight. I can't see them together and stay calm."

"See who together, what are you talking about Ricky?"

So I told her all about Susan, and how John had taken her away from me. I even told her about when I think he took her cherry.

"I'll bet the asshole coerced her and then hurt her too. There's always an after prom party at the lake and most girls who go get fucked. They'll probably be there. I really can't stand the thought of that."

"Maybe if she sees you with me she'll realize what she let go."

"No, I doubt it. She got the popular guy, I don't matter to her. Hell, I don't matter to anyone, there is no reason to keep trying this shit, don't worry Diane. I'm not going, I'll take you to yours if you want, but I'm not going to mine. I'll leave town first."

"Don't be that way Ricky; you are too nice of a guy to get dumped on like that. You need to put it behind you and move on. There are other girls who would love to be with you, girls like me."

"Thanks for trying cuz, but I know how homely and useless I am. Most girls laugh when I go by, and it's not because I told a joke. Face it, I suck."

"Ricky Nelson McReady, (My mom fell in love with this teenage singer and since dad was out of the country when I was born, she got to name me. I hate the name and once I go to college I'll go by R. Nelson McReady, call me Nelson.) you stop that. You are the nicest guy I know and you are not homely. You may not be John Saxon, but you are not bad looking. There are guys that look a lot worse than you getting laid regularly at my school. You just need to try."

"I did try Diane, and I got slapped down every time. I quit, I don't trust women anymore and I don't want anything to do with them."

"Tell you what Ricky. We'll go to my prom, and if you have a good time, we'll do yours. Give me a chance and you might get lucky."

"No way, I said I would take you to yours, but it ends there."

"We'll see Ricky, we'll see. My prom is a week before yours so we don't have much time."

She needn't have worried. Our moms had everything under control. I had an appointment for a fitting at the tux rental place and Diane was supposed to go get her dress Monday night. Dad said that I was going to drive his Buick and mom had even reserved flowers. I still didn't want to do this, but mom ignored all of my objections. 

I picked Diane up at her house and had to put up with the pictures and such. Dad had me drive his car so we would look better arriving at the prom. The dance was being held at the Valparaiso Ramada Inn and there was a formal dinner first. I couldn't understand some of the looks I was getting from the kids there but I just shrugged them off as being jealous that a nothing like me had snared a date with a girl as pretty as Diane. 

Diane did very little talking to her classmates, other than introducing me. She did not tell them that I was her cousin, probably embarrassed. 

After dinner we went in and danced a few times. When I went to get some drinks at the punch bowl there were a couple of guys there talking. 

"Damn bud, talk about a sure thing. Wish I had the guts to take roundheels Turner out in public. You are definitely going to get lucky tonight."




Why Me?



"What the fuck are you talking about? Diane is my cousin, my mom made me bring her."

"That shouldn't matter to her buddy, go ahead and get your dick wet, we all have."

I was so pissed I almost didn't bring the drinks back.

"Drink up Diane, we are leaving. If I stay I'll probably get in trouble."

"Those guys told you about me huh? Let's step outside for a minute and I'll tell you all about it Ricky."

I followed my cousin out onto the balcony and we stopped in a far corner. 

"There is no sense in hiding it Ricky, I'm the school slut. I've probably fucked over half of the male student body and several of the teachers. If you don't want to be seen with me now, I can understand. That's why I didn't have a date, no one wants to be seen with the cum dumpster."

"It's not that Diane, I just want to slap those silly smiles off of their faces. I've always liked you a lot and I can see no reason to change that at this late date. Why do you do it though? I can't imagine that the sex could be that good with the normal high school boy."

"You're right about that, if I get one orgasm to 5 guys it has been a good week. The teachers are a lot better, but they are also a lot more warped. I do it because I love sex and I don't want to get tied down to someone from this hick burg. I have plans and marriage has no place in them. Do you want to sample the goods before we go home? I think that is why mom was so adamant that you take me. Your mom has been telling her about your troubles with women and I think she wants me to give you some help."

"Aunt Jean knows about you?"

"Yeah, she does. She doesn't like it, but she does know."

"You might tell me some things to make a girl feel good when I finally find one, but I'll pass on the sample. You have always been special to me and I don't want you to remember me as just another lay."

"You don't hate me because of all the other guys?"

"No, I don't. I may have trouble looking at you for a while till I get used to it, but I don't hate you. Do you want to go back in for a few more dances just to show them up, or go ahead and go home?"

"Let's go home Ricky, I didn't want to be here anyway."

When we got to her house Aunt Jean wouldn't let me leave. She insisted on a play-by-play of the night and wanted to know why we were back so soon.

"Some of the guys clued Ricky who he was dancing with so we had to leave mom. I don't know what the hell you and your sister had in mind for this damn night, but all you did is make my best friend ashamed of me. Thank you very fucking much mom."

With that Diane ran up to her room and Jean looked at me with a shocked expression.

"I am not ashamed of her Aunt Jean, but I don't know why you wanted to put her through this. You knew why she didn't want to go and made her do it anyway. I am very upset with you and mom right now so I had better leave before I say something I will regret."

I don't even remember the drive home. I parked dad's car in the garage and slipped through the back door, dropped dad's keys on the kitchen table, and went to my room without seeing my parents. 

I slept in the next day as I did not need to be at work till late. When I went out to the kitchen for food mom was sitting at the table. I didn't say a word to her, I got a cup of coffee and a donut and sat at the table across from her. 

"Jean called me and we talked most of the night Ricky. I'm sorry that the dance didn't go well for you, but I'm sure that you can see why we wanted you to go."

"No mom, I can't. I didn't know about Diane, but you and Jean did, and you made her humiliate herself anyway. She thinks you wanted her to screw me. I hope that you had more sense than that. I would never treat her the way those other men do. I love my cousin and would not do that to her. Now this damn prom bullshit is over with and I am going to return the tux Monday."

"No Ricky, you can't do that. You still have to go to your prom. Diane is willing to if you are."

"No way. I didn't want to go to start with and this just makes it more so. I can't even look at Diane now, in my mind I keep seeing her with those guys at the prom and I will need some time to get over it."

"If you don't she will think that you are ashamed of her and don't want to be seen with her. We made a mistake, but you have to fix it. Jean has been crying all night after what you said to her."

My mom has always been able to get me to do what she wants. I can argue, but she always wins. That is probably one reason I have so much trouble with girls, I defer to them as I have been trained to do and they see that as weak. 

The upshot was that after a truly horrendous week at school, Diane and I were again en-route to a formal dinner and dance. At least this time I was driving my own car and as we pulled up in front of the school, I chickened out. I could not go through with it. 

"I'm sorry Diane, but I can't do this. These people have been ignoring me and putting me down for years. I don't want to see them all putting on airs and trying to be cool like the kids did at your school. Would you be upset if we just went somewhere to kill time till we can go home?"

"Not at all Ricky, I was never a fan of this thing anyway. What do you have in mind?"

We discussed our options as I drove away and ended up at Pizza Hut for dinner and then I had the bright idea of going skating. 

Diane had a blast. She was better than I was on skates of course, but the real thrill was our being there in our fancy gown and tux rolling around the rink. Some of the looks we got were priceless. 

We took a break after a few songs and as we were resting I heard an unexpected voice behind me.

"What in the hell are you doing here Ricky?"

"What does it look like Lena? Isn't this where the prom is this year?"

"Funny Ricky. Aren't you going to introduce me?"

"Lena, this is my cousin Diane Turner from Valparaiso. Diane, this is Lena Stills, an acquaintance from school. What are you doing here Lena? I was sure that you would be at the dance."

"Nobody I want to go with asked me Ricky. You are obviously dressed for the dance, so I ask again, why aren't you there?"

"I just didn't want to go Lena. I have no wish to see what would be going on there. This is much more fun."

"You have got to get over her Ricky. The way Susan dumped you for the first jock that came along she doesn't deserve your devotion. I admit that this is probably more fun, but you should have been there."

Lena ended up spending the rest of the evening with us. I even danced with her a few times at Diane's insistence. We had a good time and the conversations were fun. Diane told us of her plan to get a degree in sociology and possibly teach. Lena was going to Purdue for engineering of all things. When they asked me about the future I told them that I was going to enlist for four years so that I would have enough money to go to school for computer science. I would try for the Air Force, but the Navy would be good enough if that was all that was available. Dad had told me that college classes were available cheap on most duty stations and I could get a step ahead that way. The new GI bill had you saving money in a special account and after you were released from service the government would match your funds for schooling. This was the only way I would be able to afford college. 

About midnight I decided that we could go home and we wrapped it up. Lena accompanied us to the parking lot and wished us well. Diane and I talked a bit more on the way home.

"Why haven't you asked her out Ricky?"

"Lena is way out of my league Diane. She is one of the prettiest girls at school. There is no way she would date me."

"You are wrong there cuz, that girl has the hots for you, I can tell. She practically told you that if you had asked her to the prom she would have said yes."

"Now you are making shit up Diane. You can have my bed tonight and get the rest you most obviously need."

We got home and our moms went ballistic. They had gone to the prom to get pictures of us dancing, and found out that we weren't there. We told them what we had done.

"Ricky Nelson McReady. How could you do this? This was supposed to be your night; you would remember this for the rest of your life."

"Only in my nightmares mom, I don't know how you could think that I would like seeing Susan being manhandled around the floor by her asshole boyfriend. Diane and I had a lot more fun this way. If that is too hard for you to understand, then that is too bad. Deal with it mom. I'm moving out soon and you won't have to be disappointed with me anymore."

I ran to my room, changed into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, threw the tux into the hall, grabbed a blanket, and went down to sleep on the couch. 

Mom kept trying to talk to me but I pulled a pillow over my head and shut her out. I was keyed up like an over tightened spring and I was afraid of what I would do if it broke. I cannot remember ever being this angry, especially with my mother. Finally everyone went to bed and left me with my thoughts. Sleep overcame me at some point, but before it did I realized that I would be seeing the recruiters at the first opportunity. 

 CHAPTER TWO

The next day I was watching the news when I thought I saw the back end of Wesley's car. I turned the program up and found out that at the after prom party John had gotten drunk and on the way home had wrapped his Camaro around a tree, Susan and the two kids in the back seat were dead. Wesley was badly injured; he lost most of a leg. It didn't matter though because he would never get out of jail with three counts of vehicular homicide. I was ashamed that I felt so little about Susan being killed, but I had already lost her. 

Grief counselors descended on the school Monday, but I had no reason to talk to them. Graduation was a waste of time except for Lena's speech as valedictorian. She said that she hoped we were better prepared for the future than what the school had done for us. I don't think the principal understood what she was saying until she described the incompetence and greed of the administration as criminal. I hope somebody got a picture of his face. 

I enlisted three days later. The Air Force was willing to take me as a communications specialist and I would report for training on August 4th. I didn't even tell my mom what I had done; I just went home and started packing. When dad got home he saw me and asked what I was doing.

"I'm packing dad. I'll put most of this stuff in storage and you can use my room for an office or guest room. I have to report August 4th."

"What did your mother say?"

"I haven't told her. There is no sense talking when she doesn't listen."

Dad was upset with me, but I didn't care. I was still pissed at my mom and her sister. 

The Air Force was a revelation. I couldn't believe how fit I was after basic training and the school for radio repair I was sent to was exciting. Of course just before I was due to report for training, Iraq invaded Kuwait and the Gulf War was on. The training commands were not affected very much other than as our instructors rotated out fairly often. As Nelson McReady I fit in very well. Our classes were coed, but there was no fraternization allowed. Of course some of the students did get together, but when they were caught all it did was enhance my class standing. I enjoyed the work and had a real knack for diagnosing problems. The instructors tried to trick me for the final, but I won out on them and was able to graduate top in the class. 

My first duty station was to be in Germany, and I was given 30 days leave before I was due to report for transportation. The wonderful Gulf War had ended during my last month of training and the instructors no longer felt such pressure to teach us how to survive in the desert. 

Having nowhere else to go I decided to go home. I called and told dad when I would be in and he agreed to pick me up at Indy. I was a seasoned air traveler by now and the inconvenience of waiting on a connecting flight was minimalized by my new habit of always having a book with me. 

When I saw my parents at the gate waiting for me I was struck by how old they looked. This was the first time that I had ever been away from them for more than a week and the difference in them was pretty striking. Mom looked like she was on drugs or something bouncing up and down on her heels and clapping her hands when she spotted me. 

I stepped up to dad and clasped his hand. He pulled me in and gave me a big hug, the first I could remember. I didn't even have time to respond before mom was in my arms hugging me and crying. I couldn't say anything, I just hugged her back. I hadn't realized how much I missed my mother, not just having her near, but I missed talking to her, I missed her cooking, and I even missed her nagging. I don't remember looking down at the top of her head before though. When did she suddenly shrink?

"Oh my big strong man; I have missed you so much Ricky. I'm so sorry that I messed things up and drove you away; I promise that I won't do it again. Please forgive me Ricky, I'm sorry."

"It's okay mom. I'm just glad to be home for a while; I missed you too. Now let's get my bags and head home before you ruin my uniform."

The ride was the normal for around Indy, traffic patterns and orange barrels. 

My room had indeed been made up as a guest room. Mom did it in such a way as to be able to make it my room again with little preparation. Dad told me later that she was distraught about having driven her baby away and was constantly hoping that I would return. 

That night over dinner dad asked about my plans. "You took us by a bit of a surprise with your enlistment Ricky, what do you have in mind for next?"

"I'm sorry about that dad. I was going to do it anyway, but events precipitated my actions. I'm actually glad that I did because if I had waited I might not have gotten into the field I did. I really do like the work I am doing and I will probably do something similar after I get out. My plan is to save as much as I can for school and come back to college, hopefully here at Purdue. If I can, would I be able to live here to save money?"

"Of course you can Ricky, this is your home after all. All I ask is that you not shut me out again."

I promised to write every day, and when I could I would get a computer and exchange emails with them. 

Germany was such a different experience there is no way to really describe it. I soon got used to the beer and wasn't really sure how I was going to put up with the domestic stuff back home. I enjoyed my job and I was good at it. There were women around the unit and the base but the fast talkers and good looking guys got them, I wasn't really in the running. There was one waitress, Margo, at a local bar in Wurzburg that talked to me, supposedly to improve her English, but there was no romance there. One of the buys told me that she was trying to get me to pay her for sex, but I really didn't think so. 

I got to be the guy they sent the problems to, I could fix things which would otherwise have been replaced, it didn't take long for my first promotion. I was informed by my commander that with the way the rank structure was in the Air Force, that I was probably as high as I would get in one enlistment. 

One night I was drinking beer in the dayroom with a few guys when one of them suggested a house run. I asked what a house run was and they all informed me of the houses of 2 and 3 colors, two local bordellos. A house run was a quick fuck at each house. I decided that I had been a virgin long enough so I agreed. Imagine my surprise to find the girl from the bar at the first stop. I was walking up the stairway that had rooms at each landing with the unoccupied hookers standing outside their door looking for business. On the third floor there she was. 

"Hello Margo. Will you accept me?"

"Ya Nelson, come in."

In her little room with just a bed and a night stand with a basin of water she explained that I had 10 minutes for 50 bucks. If I wanted longer I should say so to start. I was so nervous it wasn't funny, so I gave her a hundred dollars and told her it was my first time; so please try to help me.

Margo was very gentle and after she took her clothes off she helped me undress. She brought out a condom and put it on me and didn't say anything when I shot off as soon as she had it on. Margo was very attractive and slim with small breasts and wide hips. Her brown hair was cut short and the hair on her mons was trimmed to a triangle. She allowed me to explore a bit while waiting for my time to expire and when I got hard again she put another condom on me. I had to pay another 50 but then she lay back and steered me in. I slid in easily and then she kind of clamped down and tightened up on me. Even after already coming once I didn't last long enough to need more money. Margo rolled the condom off of me and gave me a pat on the cheek.

"Thank you Nelson, I hope to see you again at the Scala."

It was strange the next time I saw her at the bar, I stayed away for a couple weeks, but she acted as if nothing unusual had happened. I said the hell with it and went along with her. I never went back to the house though, that was all of that I needed. 

After 2 years working in the field I was sent back to the school to spend my last 6 months teaching, unless I decided to reenlist. I was seriously considering it when my dad got sick and had a heart attack. He would be okay, but would be a while recovering. I went home on leave and helped mom out, and while I was there I applied to Purdue. When I got back to my station I set things up to get out and use my education benefits. In Germany I had taken courses on base and had enough credits to be considered a third year student.

Once I got home for good I spent quite a while with the military transition counselor at Purdue getting all my credits transferred. I found out that I also was given some credits for real world experience and the courses the Air Force had given me. I could graduate with a computer science degree within a year and a half without taking on too much of a course load. 

The next thing to do was to get a job. Dad had been in touch with some people who used electrical repair workers. I interviewed with a few of them, and then got to a small shop that needed somebody to do evening work without supervision. It was very similar to what I had done in Germany and the pay wasn't too shabby either. 

With all of this set, I showed up for my first day of classes. I got settled in my first class when an attractive brunette sat next to me. I tried not to stare at her, but damn she had some nice legs. There was no time for anything else as the professor came in and immediately started to lecture. After listening to him drone on for 45 minutes I really wished that I had taken another math course in Germany. 

At the end of the class I started out only to be stopped by a hand on my arm. 

"Ricky, is that you? Damn, Julie said that you had changed, but she understated it quite a bit."

I looked at the attractive girl who had sat next to me and suddenly realized who it was. 

"Lena? What are you doing here and who is Julie?"

"I am going to class here, and Julie is your mother idiot. Meet me at the union after third period and we'll talk, I have to get to my next class and so do you."

With that she turned and walked away. What in the hell was going on here? Lena was still in school, and she talked to my mother. I was tempted to skip the talk she wanted, but then I found out that she was in my computer lab 3rd period. She just took my arm and steered me to a table in the union without saying a word.

"Are you intending to eat lunch here or go off campus Ricky?"





Why Me?



"I wasn't going to bother Lena, I intended to study for a while and then eat later; I only have one more class today. Now what in the hell is going on? I expected you to have already graduated and how do you know my mother?"

"One thing at a time Ricky..."

"Hold it, please call me Nelson. That is what I have gone by for the last four years and I have always hated that other name. Now continue."

"Okay "Nelson", my schooling was delayed a couple of years so I am no further along than you are. You were very smart to take all those classes while you were in service. Julie is so proud of you she could just spit. Your folks are some seriously nice people Nelson and you need to forgive your mother for her actions, you know that she regrets it."

"Wrong Lena, I can overlook the actions of my mother and aunt, but I'm not sure that I will ever forgive them. They both knew why Diane did not want to go to the prom and they insisted anyway. I can think of no reason to them to do that. Now you have made me lose what should have been a good mood. I have to go to class now. Are you in any more of mine?"

"Sorry R...Nelson. I have two more with you tomorrow, 4 in all. Julie shared your schedule with me."

"Why Lena, why do you care what classes I am in or what my schedule is?"

"I thought that we were friends Nelson. I met your cousin while we were in Nevada and she and I have a lot in common. I called her yesterday and Diane will be here this weekend. She wants to talk to you."

"Oh great, the hits just keep on coming. Thanks Lena, now my mood is ruined for the rest of the week. I've got to get to class; goodbye."

When I got home after work mom was waiting for me at the kitchen table. 

"Lena says that you were very rude to her today."

"Lena was getting very personal mom. When did you get so friendly with her?"

"When she came over after her family dissolved Ricky. Her mother left her father and took most of his money with her; he had to sell his business to pay the bills. She came here looking for you and we became friends. Lena is a very sweet girl Ricky and much too good for you."

"Of course she is, which is why I don't understand her interest. What does she want from me? Did she tell you that she knows Diane and called her? Lena said that Diane would be here this weekend to see me. I can't do that mom, I can't see her again."

"Ricky! Diane is your cousin and your friend. Why couldn't you see her?"

"It's your fault mom, yours and Aunt Jean's. I could always talk to Diane because I never saw her as a girl, just as my friend. You two made it so that I had to see her as a girl, a girl with a lot of experience. I can't talk to her now, I just can't."

"Are you ashamed of her Ricky?"

"No, not that, I just don't know how to talk to her now. It's not the same anymore."

"But you have to Ricky; if you treat her differently she will think that you hate her for being the way she was. You used to run together and hug and tell each other how much you missed the other. When you did that the smile on her face was huge. If you don't do it now she will be crushed."

"I don't know what to do, I don't understand you women. I'll try mom, but Diane is not the little girl I knew anymore. I don't know how to deal with her now."

"Damn it Ricky, you have to grab her and hold her and tell her you missed her and that you love her Ricky. If you do anything else she will be crushed. You are going to take Lena down to Indy Friday night and pick up Diane. You have 4 days to get your head together. And I want you to be kinder to Lena too. She likes you for some reason and when she was in trouble she came to you for help. I'll be damned if I know why she wanted help from such a self-centered jerk, but she did. She said that you were the only boy in all her years at school who treated her as just another person. Why didn't you ever ask her out?"

"Mom! I didn't ask her because there is no way that she would ever go out with me. Lena is the most beautiful girl in town and I am a shallow dweeb with no friends. She never even knew I existed."

"You are wrong on so many counts there. All I ask is that you try not to make your cousin feel any worse than she already does and be civil with Lena. She is trying to help and she and Diane got very close. Please be nice to her."

"I'll try, mom, I'll try."

The next day Lena was very quiet and I had to stop her to apologize. She accepted and went on her way. Somehow it didn't feel right, but there was nothing I could do.

She ignored me again on Wednesday and I didn't know what to do. I expect Lena to ignore me, but now that she had I was not sure what to expect. 

I got home after work that night and mom was waiting for me again.

"What did you do this time Ricky? Lena was crying tonight when we talked."

"I didn't do anything mom. I didn't say anything to her."

"Why not; are you mad at her for some reason?"

"I'm not mad at her, I just don't know what to say to her. I apologized yesterday and she hasn't said anything to me since. What else can I do?"

Mom just sat back and looked at me with a sad expression. "You just don't have a clue, do you son? Didn't you and Tom ever talk about what to do with girls?"

"Tom didn't need to talk about it mom, girls went after him. He was handsome and confidant, he never had to chase a girl. Besides, I have no intention of chasing after Lena, hell, if I caught her I wouldn't know what to do. You're right mom, I am totally clueless."

"Do you like her Ricky?"

"I don't know mom, I mean, sure I liked her, but from afar, I don't actually know her. I had a crush on her for years, ever since we moved to Jefferson St. But I don't know her very well at all."

"That is going to have to change Ricky. Tomorrow and Friday you are going to take Lena to lunch. It doesn't need to be anything special; fast food will be good enough. Over the food you will tell her all about your hopes and dreams, what you want to do with your future; and you ask her about hers. You have always been able to talk to Lena, you still can. The first thing you are to do though is to give her a hug when you see her tomorrow."

"Mom! I can't do that, she'd knock me for a loop and call the cops on me."

"No she won't dear, she says that the best she has ever felt is when you held her to dance. Do you remember the song that was playing the last time you danced with her?"

"Yeah, I do. We were at the skating rink with Diane and they played "Blue Velvet", I started with Lena and then finished the song with Diane. That was so neat mom; we had such a good time there. I'd kind of forgotten that in the aftermath. You don't think she would freak out if I hugged her?"

"Only with joy Ricky; you do what I say and see what happens."

The next day I was so nervous I almost forgot to bring my books to class. When I walked into the room she was standing beside her desk talking to the girl who sat on the other side of her. Before I lost my nerve I walked up to her and put my arms around her and hugged. As she melted against me I hummed the first part of "Blue Velvet".

"I'm sorry I was such a jerk Lena. You surprised me and I didn't know how to act. I never thought that I meant anything to you and these last two days I've missed talking to you. Can you forgive me?"

Lena had her face in the hollow of my neck and all I heard as she hugged back was "Finally".

The smell of her hair was intoxicating, but I had to let her go as the prof came into the room and we got into our seats. 

The whole class I heard almost nothing as all I could think about was how good Lena felt in my arms, the smell of her and how her breath felt on my neck.

After class Lena took my hand and led me out. "Now that wasn't so hard was it Nelson? Don't wait too long to do it again. I know I came on a little heavy Monday, but I had waited so long to see you again. Every time you were home on leave I was somewhere else and couldn't see you. You just don't know how much I missed you."

"But Lena, we were never that close in school; in fact we didn't talk much at all until the last couple of months after Susan. Why would you be so anxious to see me again?"

"Let's just say that I have my reasons and go on to class."

I wouldn't see her again before lunch so If I was going to ask it had to be now. "Would you go to lunch with me Lena? Mom says that we need to talk a bit and that would be a good time."

"Sure Nelson, I would be glad to."

"Well meet me in the parking lot over there by the science building, you know my old Monarch don't you?"

"When are you going to get rid of that thing Nelson? You have had it for years."

"No reason to get rid of something that works Lena, dad and I have taken good care of it and it will last for a while yet."

"Such a sensible man; how can I argue with that? Yes I will go to lunch with you Nelson. See you later."

I had done it, I had asked Lena to go somewhere with me. I wonder if this could be considered our first date?

When I got to my car Lena was waiting for me. I opened the door for her and as I started the car to move off she slid over beside me on the bench seat. 

"I'm glad that you have this old car now Nelson, no bucket seats. This means that Diane can sit up front with us tomorrow."

It felt so good to have her right next to me, I wanted to put my arm around her, but I was afraid that I would scare her away. She took care of this problem by taking my arm and putting it around her shoulders herself and snuggling into my side even more. I'd drive around the world if I could just stay like this. 

"How are we going to do that anyway Lena? I assume that you have the flight number and time."

"Yes I do. You get out before I do tomorrow so you can get the car full of gas and cleaned and go home. I'll meet you there after I get done with my last class."

"Okay."

I took her to the XXX drive in so that we wouldn't have to get out of the car and I wouldn't have to let her go. They were pretty busy and we talked the whole time while we waited for the car-hop to get to us. 

"What do you have in mind after you finish at Purdue Nelson? And please realize that Diane and I talk almost every night so anything you say will get to her. I haven't got any secrets from her."

"I'm glad that you two have gotten so close, Diane was always my best friend and we shared a lot of confidences too. I learned how to work on all kinds of radios in the service and I figure that with the exploding computer market I can always find work repairing them. The classes here should also make it so that I can design them as well. I have already seen several ways in which they could be made better. I would like to get on with a company designing and installing business set ups. If I could get some capital I would even like to start my own company doing that. Right now businesses are just buying computers off the shelf and quite often they won't work together, or even talk to each other. There is a much better way and I can do that."

"Sounds good. How about personal things, have you considered marriage and children."

"That would take help, and no one has ever volunteered for the job. I've never had a reason to think about that."

"Well start thinking that way, there is more to life than work and you have missed a lot of it. Your mom and I and Diane think that you need to broaden your horizons."

Now I wonder what in the hell that meant? I missed Margo; I could have talked to her about this and maybe gotten some advice on how to handle these women I suddenly have around me.

Lena moved over a bit when the food got to us, but as soon as I started the car to leave she was right back under my arm. She didn't move until I parked the car for our next class, then she held my hand all the way to our desks. What in the hell was going on here? Not that I was going to complain.

I had to go to work after the next class and Lena gave me a little kiss on the cheek saying that she would see me tomorrow morning at first class.

I was walking on clouds after that, and I really don't remember what I did at work that night. In bed that night I beat off thinking of how Lena felt beside me in the car and that kiss. Diane was the only other girl who had ever kissed me, even Margo never did that. I couldn't wait for another one, maybe on the lips. 

 CHAPTER THREE

Friday started out with another hug and a kiss on the cheek. We didn't have much time to talk between classes, but at lunch I went to the drive-thru at Arby's and we ate in the parking lot. 

"I think that I've noticed a trend Nelson. Are you ashamed to be seen with me or something?"

"I just don't want to let you move away from me Lena, I can't believe how good you feel sitting next to me. I would be proud as all get out to be seen with you, but I would think that you might not like that too much. Why would you want to be seen in public with me? All your friends would probably run away screaming."

"You may not have noticed, but I don't have any friends here, and there is no one I would rather be seen with than you. Thank you for the compliment though. Are you all ready for tonight?"

"Sure, I'll be waiting for you at home with the car all spiffed up and ready. Where is Diane staying while she is here?"

"She'll be with me. I have a small apartment on Columbia St. Dad moved to Frankfort after he lost the dealership, so I had to have a place to live. Your mom offered to put me up and I did stay in your old room for my first year of classes, but I moved out when you were coming home."

That afternoon mom and I were sitting at the kitchen table when Lena arrived. She and mom hugged and they kissed like long lost friends. She then came over to me and gave me a hug as well. 

As we got up to leave Lena spoke to mom. "Wish me luck Julie, everything hinges on tonight. Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow."

"I hope so honey, remember, hold his feet to the fire and don't let up when he tries to escape. My best wishes are with you."

Now what? She had to be talking about me, but in what concept, and how did Diane figure into this? As we drove I tried to get Lena to open up about her conversation with my mother, but she wouldn't budge except to say that she couldn't say anything until Diane was with us and it would be best to wait until I got them home."

Lena stayed snuggled under my arm all the way to the airport. While we stood waiting at the gate she held my hand. When Diane got off I almost didn't recognize her. Her hair was cut shorter than she had ever worn it and she was nicely tanned. I had always thought of Diane as being slightly overweight or chubby, but now she was lean and a real knockout. Damn she looked good. I could finally see mom and Aunt Jean in her. 

Lena was waving with the arm not in mine and Diane saw us. Now came the moment of truth, could I treat her the same as I had before?

"I'm glad to see you girl." Lena stepped away from me and grabbed Diane in a hug. Over her shoulder I could see Diane get a very satisfied expression with her eyes closed. I wonder if this is what mom was talking about when she hugged me? Her eyes opened and looked at me and her eyes got very wide. I could hear her whisper to Lena, "Is that??"

Lena stepped away and turned Diane to face me, "your turn Nelson, give your cousin a hug."

Diane looked up at me apprehensively as I stepped forward. I hesitated for a moment then said the hell with it and grabbed my best friend in a big hug. I picked her up and tried to squeeze her into me. 

"Damn I missed you cuz, you look and feel fantastic. I hope you know how much I care about you and I always will, no matter what."

"I hope you mean that Ricky, but you might want to put me down now so we can leave."

"The heck with that, I'm not letting you get away from me again. Would you please get her bag Lena? Do you have anything checked Diane?"

"No, just the carry-on, but what do you mean to do?"

"This," so saying I swung her around a bit and got my left arm under her knees and walked on out of the terminal with Lena following behind.

"I never realized what a nice cuddly handful you were Diane."

"I'm jealous," Lena said, "he hasn't done that to me yet."

By the time we got out to the bus I had to set Diane down. I gave her a kiss on the cheek as I did. 

"Boy you sure got big Ricky. Lena and your mom sent me pictures, but it didn't really show until now. I like the new look Ricky."

"I like yours as well Diane, you are a real knockout now. Please call me Nelson though, I really do hate the name Ricky. It always makes me feel like a little kid when someone calls me that. Lena has managed to adjust, I'm sure you can too."

By this time we were at the car and as I held the door open Lena pushed Diane in first. "You ride next to him for now Di, we'll change over after dinner in Lebanon."

I got in the car and Lena put my arm around Diane the same way it had been around her on the way here. I was so confused, I thought that Lena liked me, and now she was throwing me at my own cousin.

Dinner was at White Castle because Diane had missed them. I learned that Diane was in her fourth year of industrial design and had an internship lined up in Lafayette for this summer. 

Lena was back beside me and as we got closer to home she started trembling like she was afraid of something. I looked over at Diane and she was the same way.

"What's going on girls, what are you two afraid of?"

"Don't worry about it Nelson," Diane said, "we'll tell you all about it at Lena's place."

Lena gave me directions and soon I was parallel parking in front of an old brownstone style house on the side of the hill. We got out and Lena led us around back to a stairway going up to her 3rd floor apartment. It was a pretty nice place with a large living and bedroom combination with a bathroom showing through an open door to the right of the stairs and a kitchen on the left. There was a large bed cattycorner on the right in front of a bay window and a couch and two arm chairs over on the left. Lena went to the couch and sat down pulling me down on her left and Diane over on my other side. 

"Okay Nelson, it is time for us to talk. After you left my world fell apart and I suddenly had to fend for myself. I went over to your house to see if you could help me and you were gone. Your mother found out what was going on and took me in. I stayed in your room until I got a job lead in Vegas. I went out there to be a dealer in one of the clubs, and found out that that was just a prelude to being a prostitute in one of their brothels. At that point my self image was very low and I decided to do it. I entered my first working house and found Diane already there. We became close friends and lovers. We had so many things in common, and the biggest was that we were both in love with you and you wouldn't give us the time of day. I worked there for two years and Diane a year and a half until we had enough money to pay for school. The big question is this. Can you handle having two whores for girlfriends?"

I just sat there stunned. What could I say that wouldn't be misinterpreted? I had always loved Diane and had been getting very strong feelings for Lena. Now I found out that they had been working as whores and wanted me to be their boyfriend. I was silent for so long that they started to cry.

"Stop that. What happens if I say yes?"

"You get two girlfriends that will do everything they can to please you Nelson."

Suddenly I realized something and broke out laughing; in fact it was that kind of manic laughing where you can't stop. I laughed so hard that I was having trouble trying to catch my breath. When I started choking Diane jumped up and slapped me right across the chops. 

"What the hell is so goddamned funny Ricky? If you are going to tell us no then do it, you don't have to insult us."




Why Me?



We're the Fowlers: Dana and Gordon. Common age thirty-one. Married right out of high school: that makes thirteen years ago as of the first of next month. Dana's a beautician, learned the trade on the job working for Julia's Styles, a shop catering mostly to ladies with blue hair. I'm a short haul truck driver for Drummond Trucking, freight haulers. I'm never gone more than one day in a row, and most times home by five or six every night.

Maybe this would be a good place to describe us a little, physically that is; I mean before we get into the story per se. Dana's slender; tall, at five-eight; and pretty. Me? I'm a shade under five-seven; stocky, at one-seventy-five; hard bodied and strong—I bench 315 for reps. Did a little silver and golden gloves when I was younger. Did pretty good too, made it regional finals when I was seventeen. 

At any rate, lookswise, and otherwise, Dana's way out of my league; but none of that's ever been an issue; well, until lately. Okay, and sex...

Sex between Dana and me has been good ever since we were seniors in high schools. I got her cherry, and she got mine the night of homecoming. But sex between us now is more than problematical, and I do mean more than! Oh and we have one daughter, Jessica, my pride and joy.

******

"I love you, Gordie, and no one else. Always have always will. But..." she'd started.

"But, what, Dana? What's all of this about? Why did you come down here today?" I said.

She'd called my cell a couple of hours earlier and had made a date with me for lunch at one of the stops I was making that today. We were seated in a not too tacky café just outside of town. Burgers downed, and the iced teas refilled she'd morphed from pensive, and mostly uncommunicative in any real sense, to nervous and anxious.

"Gordie, I have a lover. I needed to tell you. I don't want you finding out the wrong way, and so I made the decision to out myself and put it out there for the two of us to talk about," she said. 

I suppose I hadn't really heard her, or having heard, her words had not registered with me, with my conscious mind. "Huh?"

"I have a lover, Gordie. He's a nice guy. But, just a part time thing. You know on the side. No threat to us, no threat at all. But, that said, I know you may see things differently than they in fact are. Anyway, I had to tell you," she said.

I was finally coming to grips with the meaning of her words. I was suddenly sick to my stomach. "No threat to us? What does that mean?" I said. She seemed to relax at hearing my words—that is—my tone which an outside observer might have described as matter-of-fact. I wasn't raving. I figured that had been the reason she wanted to out herself in a public place instead of at the house: she was afraid I might lose it. Well, and while that was not an impossibility; I probably wouldn't be doing that being the kind of person I thought myself to be.

"It means that what he and I do, in the best of all possible worlds, will not have any effect on you and me at all. I do not want a divorce. And, I repeat, I love you, not him. And, I am here to beg you to accept my proposal," she said. 

"Proposal?" I said. I was pretty sure my less than boisterous reaction to her pronouncement was making an impact; I just wasn't sure what kind.

"Yes. After we leave here today, I am hoping that things between us will still be good. And, while I know it's going to be impossible for you to forget what I've told you; that's kind of what I am hoping you will try to do. Or, if not forget, which as I say I know would be hard, at least ignore what I've told you. I need you to consider what I said today as my being honest and up front with you and not a slap in your face, at least not that," she said. 

I found myself feeling very calm almost detached from what she was saying, roiling stomach or no. The love of my life, my high school sweetheart had betrayed me. The mother of our thirteen year-old daughter, Jessica, was risking it all to fuck some other man—how did she say it—on the side. Calm, yes, I was calm, weirdly so at least outwardly. 

I'd figure out what I was going to do sooner or later, but for the moment, I needed solitude.

"I see," I said. "Well, okay, I guess we'll be talking some more later." I could feel my voice beginning to crack, but I was still holding it together. "But, before you ask, I don't know what I am going to do right at the moment," I said. And, the truth was that I didn't. I loved her, and I loved our daughter; and whatever I decided to do would have to take into account those two very cogent realities.

"Okay, honey. Just please consider that I do love you, and I am praying that we can make it through this," she said. She rose to go. No kiss, no hug, she just rose to go; and then she was gone. And I was left to the rest of my day and my thoughts.

******

"How did he take it?" said Hiram Rogers.

"Honestly, I'm not sure. He didn't lose it like you thought he might. He just said that we'd be talking later," said Dana. "But, I made one big ass mistake, I just walked out. I didn't kiss him or hug him or anything. I guess I was just trying to retreat as fast as I could before he did lose it."

"Really? I'm surprised. Most husbands would either cry in their beer or lose it big time. But, you say he was just kind of matter-of-fact. You think he might be playing on the side himself? I mean..." he started. She gave him a look.

"What? Uh—no. Not my Gordie, not even," she said. He nodded, but looked dubious.

"I don't know. The way you say he reacted just doesn't seem normal to me," said Hiram.

"Well, if there is one thing I'm sure of is that Gordon Fowler would never cheat on me," she said. The hypocrisy of her words didn't seem to register with either of them.

"Whatever, I think it's time we did our thing," he said, smiling. "And, you and I will be talking later too." He began to strip. She matched him garment for garment.

Naked he moved to her and began exploring her body with his hands. She giggled as his fingers invaded the cleft of her buttocks and poked obscenely at the sphincter of her anus.

"Looking for some candy to go with your whipped cream," she mocked.

"Absolutely," he said. Pulling his fingers from her behind, he licked them clean. "Nice." She smiled her appreciation.

"Hmm, my turn," she said. She went to her knees and took hold of his eight inch penis. Stroking it a few times, she leaned in and let it slip between her lips. She began sucking on it. He jerked spasmodically as the sensation rocked his sexual world. Ready, he pulled her up, and turned her around. She leaned over the seat of the chair in front of her and spread her legs wide for him.

He poked at her pussy and gained an almost immediate lodgement. He began seesawing in and out of her. She grunted and moaned and dribbled spit down her cheeks as he took her. As usual he was able to last some minutes: long enough for her to stiffen announcing the arrival of another shattering climax, the main reason she was cheating on her husband. Her Gordon could never give her what her Hiram did. Guilt? Yes. If she had to choose, and she hoped she never would: Gordon Fowler was way better than Hiram in every other way but in bed. The climaxes that her Hiram gave her were irreplaceable. God how she feared the conversation she would be having with her husband just a few hours hence.

******

"No, Jimmy, my dad would never allow me to date a senior in high school; so just eat your heart out," giggled Jessica Fowler. "Just forget it."

"Okay, Jess, but I like you a lot even if I am four years older than you. And, I'd have no problem meeting your dad and asking his permission myself," said James Colby.

She watched the captain of the Central High football team walk off and away from her. Too bad, she thought, he's hot.

******

I was done early, but decided not to go directly home. I needed a drink. I needed it real bad. The Hard Hat, my favorite watering hole, was but fifteen minutes from the house, and the bartender Christina Mosely loved me and took care of all of my alcoholic needs.

I was hardly even seated before my favorite brand of Tennessee refreshment was in front of me. "Thanks, girl, I figure to need a few of these before the night is over," I said. She looked me askance. I knew she'd be probing for more info before too long.

I sat there sipping my drink and trying to figure how I was going to handle the disaster of my domestic situation. I knew I'd have to go home sooner or later. But, what then? What should I do or say to her when I did. And what about my junior high school daughter. Did she know? Should she know if she didn't already? Would she take her mother's side or mine? Mine I decided, at least in the short run. 

And, who the hell was she fucking. It just occurred to me that I had asked almost no questions about her liaisons. I would be. But, when I did, would she be forthcoming or try to keep me in the dark? I had never hurt her or anyone outside of the ring, and that had been when I was a kid. I was still in shape working out as I did four days a week at Maximo's gym. Dana knew I could fight, but she'd never actually seen me. She had seen my trophies; they were at my parents' house upstate. But, I'm not sure she actually knew what I could do. Thinking about it, though, that might have been another reason that she outted herself: to keep her lover from being beat like a cur dog. But, then again, who really knew? I sure didn't.

"So, hot shot, you have that look. Wifey giving you trouble?" said Tina.

"You could say that. She informed me today that she loved the hell outta me, but that she'd taken a lover on the side, and hoped I didn't mind," I said.

"You're fucking with me," said Tina—and yes everybody called her Tina; she'd always preferred it to her given name.

"No, no I'm not. That is exactly what she hit me with. So, now I have to figure what I'm going to do," I said.

"Well, how about divorcing her and marrying me?" said Tina.

"Yeah, like you'd marry me even if I did divorce her," I said.

"You think I'm pretty, right?" she said.

"Well, of course. You're stunning. Way out of my league. But, then, almost all the girls are," I said, meaning it.

"You are a helluva nice guy, Gordon. Super-duper handsome, no, but not too bad. A woman like me could easily fix most of your problems. 

"What's your dick size?" she said. She wasn't smiling.

"Huh? What? Jesus, Tina, is nothing sacred with you?" I said.

"Not much," she said.

"Six-inches," I said, "maybe a trace over that. Not exactly imposing." She smiled, and left to fill an order at the other end of the bar. I went back to sipping my drink.

She was back in what was likely about a minute and a half.

"Okay, your wifey is fucking around on you. Leaving aside answering my question as to whether or not you'd marry me after you divorced her. There is another option," she said.

"Instead of going home tonight, shack up with me. Fuck me good and proper and then go home in the morning with your ego mended," she said.

"Huh? Are you serious?" I said.

"As a heart attack," she said. I looked at her, stared at her, and made a decision.

"Yes," I said. "Yes, indeed."

My cell began going off at around 6:30. It was her right enough. I turned it off and settled in to wait for Tina to get off that would be at 9:00PM.

******

We walked to her place: it was just around the corner from the bar. I'd already had three JDs, and had cut myself off after that in view of the evening's goal: a very pretty red head's pussy.

"Convenient," I said. After the three minute walk. She smiled.

"I'm going to change. You get comfortable," she said. I nodded my obedience.

I just walked around the front area, peaked into the kitchen, and waited.

"Checking me out?" she said, noticing my noticing her place.

"No, just killing time," I said. "Oh, and you are absolutely stunning." 

"Well, thank you," she said. She was stark naked and I was drooling. "You can strip now unless you want to wait for later."

I didn't even answer her. I just began shedding clothes while making every effort to keep my eye on her shaved pubes. Naked, I went to her and fell to my knees. 

"Way out of my league," I said, worshipping her. I leaned in and kissed her secret place. She took hold of the back of my head and pulled me in tight against her pussy. I began licking and sucking her as I had never licked and sucked a woman before, not even my wife. This was one very hot babe. She shuddered and pushed me away. She lay down on the floor and spread her legs for me. Still on my knees, I shuttled over to her and stared.

"Jesus, you're a beautiful woman," I said. 

"Of course," she said. "And if you divorce your whore, you can have me all to yourself for the rest of our lives." I just nodded. I wasn't quite sure why a woman like her, so good looking, and younger than me, was so interested in a joe-average like me, but that was a question to be answered another day.

I climbed on top of her and began poking to gain entry. She grabbed my cock and guided it to where it needed to go. I pushed and pulled for a few moments and then, lodged in, I drilled her.

"Uhg!" she blurted.

I began doing her. "That's it, big boy, fuck me. And, do a good job of it." 

I did my level best to last as long as I could. Eleven minutes later she twitched and moaned and I emptied myself into her. I rolled off to the side breathing hard.

"Not bad," she said. "Yes, I think you'll do."

"Glad you liked it," I said.

It was a Wednesday night. I had to work the next day. I had to go home to get clothes. I had planned to stay the night with Tina, and I would next time—if there was to be a next time. But, on this night I needed to get home and face a no doubt irate wife. Tina understood. 

After thanking her profusely for saving my sanity and maybe my heart, I headed on home. Oh, and we'd made a date for the following Friday night: she had a 9:00 o'clocker that night, but Saturday she closed.

******

It was after midnight. The house was dark except for the usual night light in the kitchen.

She was sitting in the living room on the couch. "Okay, Gordon, is this some kind of statement," she said. Well, the best defense is a good offense.

"Hmm, I guess you could make a case for that, Dana. But, as to that, I'm not really sure," I said.

"Look, I outted myself to try and spare us all of the drama that would have to follow if I hadn't," she said. "Please just deal with it, okay?" Her words darkened my mood.

"Hmm, drama. Yes, deal with it. Yes, I guess this, situation, is kind of dramatic isn't it. Of course if you were an honest and faithful wife, there wouldn't be any drama," I said.

"Gordie, I told you those things to be honest with you; to make it so that you and I could be even better than we have been. Well, that was my goal," she said.

"Okay. But, I have a couple of questions for you. Answer me honestly, give me the straight skinny, and I'll do the same," I said. Stonewall me, and we may as well just go to bed and forget everything—and I do mean including us."

"Gordie! You're not thinking of doing anything stupid are you?" she said.

"I don't know. What qualifies as being stupid from your point of view," I said.

"Goorrrddddiiee..."

"Question, Dana, why?" I said. She sagged back into the couch.

"He's a good lover. Really, the best I ever had," she said. I snickered.

"I suppose I'm supposed to conclude that that includes me? Me, mister inadequate. You sure no how to hurt a guy," I said. She looked shaken. 

"Gordie, for God's sake I didn't mean to put you down, not even. You're good too. Okay. I mean it," she said.

"Just not good enough to lure you away from super dick, right Dana? Never mind. Okay, I can't fault your honesty—so far."

"Who is it?" I said.

"His name doesn't matter, Gordie. Really," she said.

"It does to me. Who is it? Tell me or were done, and then it really won't matter," I said. She stood and started pacing back and forth.

"Gordie, you really don't want to know. Drop it. Let it be," she said. I just stared at her. She started to head for the stairs. I followed her.

Inside the room, she headed for the bathroom and I headed for the closet. I was already packing the first of two suitcases that I'd retrieved, when she emerged in her nightgown.

"What are you doing?" she said.

"Leaving you," I said.

"What!" she all but screamed. "What about Jessica? What about our thirteen years together? What about our future plans?"

"All in the shitter. I guess the lawyers will be hashing out the custody issues. I do need to see and be around my baby. But, you and I? We're done. Your secret, his name, is apparently worth more to you than our marriage. That's unacceptable," I said. I continued to pack.

"Would you stay and try to get over this—challenge—if I gave up his name?" she said. I stopped, and looked at her. 

"Unless it's my dad or brother or other close relative, I might be willing to make the effort or come to some kind of compromise," I said. She paced back and forth trying, I was sure, to decide if the risk was worth the possible blowback. She stopped and nodded.

"Okay. It's Hiram Rogers," she said. I know my face darkened. I started to sputter.

"My-my-my best friend?" I said. "My from-my-childhood best fucking friend!" I tried to calm down. It was the fucking cliché of cliché's. 

"You said..."

"Yes, I said I might be willing to try. Okay, and I am. But, please let him know that he and I are quits. Oh, and he's never to come around here again. Not ever. Fuck him, do whatever you want to with him, but I never want to hear his name or see his face again. I don't want to end up in jail for beating him to death," I said.

"Gordon, he and I..."

"Just not around here. Okay?" I said. she nodded. "It's time to take your nee'r-do-well husband to bed. Let's go."

We were undressing. "Can I ask you a question, Gordon?" I shrugged. I kinda figured I knew what she was going to ask. I was right.

"Where were you tonight?" she said.

"At the Hard Hat," I said. She nodded.

I rolled over to my side of the bed. The scene was tense. But, after a short time she chanced it: she reached for my cock. I let her. After some few minutes I surprised to discover, and so was she, that I wasn't hard. She couldn't turn me on. 

"Gordon?"

"Just don't feel like it, Dana. I guess, you put a pretty good hit on the old ego," I said. That was true of course. What was also true was the simple fact that I had come three times earlier in the evening. 

I could hear her sniffling. "I'm sorry my husband. I thought that I was doing the right thing. I guess I was wrong." She rolled over and went to sleep. Well, I assume that that was the case.

******

"Jesus, you told him!" he said.

"Hiram, yes, I had to. He was packing to leave me. I had to. And what is almost worse than that was when I tried to make it up to him by fucking his eyes out, he couldn't get it up for me. That has never, I mean never happened before!" 

"Well, that sure as hell puts an end to him and me," he said. "I guess it was inevitable."

"Yes, I'm afraid so. You're persona non-grata around the house now. He told me to tell you that," said Dana.

"He still doesn't know the biggee, right?" he said. "I mean about Jessica's..."

"No. And he must never," she said. 

"I guess it's a damn good thing the two of them look a lot alike," he said. She shivered.

"Yes, he'd kill me, and him, if he knew," she said.

"On another point, Does he know how long? I mean us?"

"No. And, he didn't ask. If he had, I'm not sure I could have kept it from him. But, he didn't, so for the moment we're okay on that score," she said.

"Thank God! I'm gonna miss our family gatherings, but I guess it couldn't be helped. Sooner or later he'd have caught on, and it might have been even worse," he said.




Why Me?



"Yes for real," she said.

"I just had a bad thought," he said.

"Huh?"

"What if, you know, Jessica starts to notice that good 'ole uncle Hiram isn't coming around anymore. It could raise questions..."

"I don't know. I guess we'll just have to wait and deal with that issue if and when it ever comes up," she said. "Jesus, how could I have not thought of that!"

He went pensive. "I'm going to miss us all being one big happy family," he said. She nodded. 

"Once the dust settles, we'll try to make amends with him," she said.

"Wouldn't that be something," he said. "I mean if he could be convinced to buy into what we're doing."

******

The Hard Hat was busy. Tina was running her ass off, and a beautiful ass it was too. I owed that gorgeous ass. She it was that pulled me out of the emotional frying pan at the very least.

"So, got anything for me tonight, cowboy?" she said coming up to me.

"Lots, but for the moment maybe you can help me find a fella name of Jack Daniels," I said.

"I believe he just arrived. I'll see what I can do," she said.

It was Friday night and we had a date for 9:30—an hour to go.

She was wiping down the bar in front of me. "Your wife know where you are?" she said.

"No, and I think she'd kind of pissed at me," I said. "She's home sitting with our daughter. I'm certain she wanted to go out tonight, but my going out first kind of short shanked her," I said. Tina smiled.

"Kind like got your licks in first, huh," she said. "I think I saw your wife once or twice in the past with you. She did look like she might be kinda feisty."

"Yeah, you could say that."

"She making nice. I mean after what she laid on you the other day?" said Tina.

"Yes, she's tried, but believe it or not I couldn't even get it up for her last night. Kind of scary, really," I said. Now, Tina laughed.

"Yeah will I had pretty well drained you if I recall. Anyway, I hope you won't be having any such trouble tonight," she said. "Wonder what she'll be doing with herself since she's obviously not going out with her mister studley."

Her words made me think. Babysitter? We didn't have one that we used with any regularity. Leave Jessica alone till one or the other of us got home. Have her boyfriend over to the house! No, no, she was irresponsible, but not that irresponsible; I was sure of that.

******

The second night with Tina was more or less a repeat of our first time together. I still couldn't think why she'd settled on me as a possible mate. Her reminders, that I would be well served to marry her, if my marriage did in fact implode, were just too unbelievable to take seriously, but she apparently was serious. There had to be a hundred guys came in to the Hard Hat with more money, were better looking, and probably with bigger dicks than me—so why me? It made no sense. But was I going to kick a gift horse in the mouth? Not on your life! Christina Mosely was primo female stock I was going to ride it as long as she'd let me.

I got in a little after 1:00AM. The place was dark. Well, it should have been. 

"So, you finally decided to come home," she said. The sarcasm was palpable.

"And, that would bother you why? Because you didn't put in your bid for the night out before me," I said. And, yes the sarcasm was dripping from my facial orifice as well.

"You could have called," she said. "It wouldn't have killed you."

"Why, you never call me to let me know when you're out fucking your boyfriend—my ex best friend. The way I see it, what's good for you is sure as hell good for me," I said.

"Gordie, Hiram wants you to know he'd like to make things right by you if you'll let him," she said. This was intriguing, laughable, but yes intriguing.

"Really? And, what does he propose? Maybe promise to fuck you less than he has been?"

"No, not exactly. He's of the opinion that if we were include you, you know do threesomes..."

"Forget it. I don't willingly share my woman. But, I'm dealing with it as you let me know I had to do," I said.

"Gordie, I didn't mean it that way. I didn't mean to seem like I was issuing ultimatums. I don't know, I guess, I was kind of encouraging you. Yes, that's it I was encouraging you," she said.

"No harm no foul, Dana. You go out; I'm going out too. Where it'll all end is a mystery at the moment, at least to me, but sooner or later we'll both know, I suppose," I said.

"Where it's going to end? Young man, if it's up to me, it'll end with you and I being together and madly in love for the rest of our lives," she said.

"With or without your little something on the side?" I said. She looked away.

"Someday, you'll understand," she said. "Hiram is not threat to you. None!"

"And, that bothers me, Dana. Why is he no threat. He's a better lover than me; you said so. He makes as good a living. He's Taller than you instead of shorter. He's overweight, but not that bad looking. So why don't you just dump me and take up with him? I'd really like to know. It would seem like a no brainer to me, given what you think of me, for you to go with him," I said.

"Because, Gordon Fowler, you're the sweetest and kindest and gentlest bit of male flesh out there; and, you're the fath..." She'd stopped in mid-sentence. She was obviously about to include fatherhood in the equation, but stopped. Then it hit me.

"Dana?"

"Yes?

"What were you about to say, but didn't," I said.

"Nothing. It's just..." My eyes narrowed.

"Dana, am I Jessica's father?" I said. I said it very calmly, quietly.

Yes, of course you are silly. What a dumb question. No one could ever take your place in Jessica's heart." The words were right, but the tone was all wrong. I nodded, but I was not convinced. I'd be getting a blood test on my baby. I was AB negative, fairly rare type. I'd know by Monday morning.

******

Once again, I was sitting in the Hard Hat sipping my JD when she plopped down beside he. "Hi handsome," said Tina.

"Oh, hi Tina," I said. She gave me a quizzical look.

"My, down in the dumps today?" she said.

"Yeah, maybe. Jessica may not be my kid. Well, she is, but somebody else might have been the sperm donor. I'll know by Monday," I said.

"Oh wow!" she said. "Monday?"

"Yes, a blood test. I'm a rare bird. If she doesn't match then the shit's gonna hit the fan in technicolor," I said.

She joined me and we closed the place, oh and it was Sunday, her day off.

******

"Mom, why was daddy so quiet at dinner tonight," said Jessica. Her mother pretended not to hear her.

"Mom?" said Jessica.

"He's—he's—got a lot on his mind, Jess," said her mother.

"Mom...?"

"He'll be okay. Like I said, he's got a lot on his mind." 

She could see that her daughter wasn't buying the party line. But, there was nothing she could do about it now. She'd finally come to the conclusion that outing herself was a big mistake, maybe the biggest of her life.

Jessica turned and headed into the den. Her dad was watching the tube. He never watched television unless it was a college football game. 

"Daddy?" I looked up. I think my look was impassive.

"Yes, honey?" I said.

"Dad, what's wrong?" said Jessica. 

"Nothing, honey girl, why do you ask?" I said.

"Daaddddyyyyy?" said Jessica.

"What? I'm tired is all. Got a lot on my mind."

"You and mom got your stories straight, but it's not the truth is it daddy," said Jessica. She saw him take a deep breath.

"Jessica, some things are for adults to deal with and some for young people like yourself. This is one of the adult things. You'll be brought into the loop if it ever seems useful to do so. Okay?" I said. I could see my tone of voice left her frustrated, but oddly a little less worried. Her daddy would take care of things; he always did.

*****

I parked in front of the clinic and hesitated. If I got out I'd be committed. I knew they had my babies medical records. She'd spent half a day in the ER the year before with an infection gotten during softball practice. The fly in the ointment was that they didn't have mine. But, I knew my blood type, and I'd know immediately if I went inside and asked what Jessica's was. And, knowing, I could be opening a whole new set of problems and challenges to deal with. So, again, I hesitated.

I steeled myself. I went inside. It was a slow day. There was just one other client or customer or whatever they called us drop-in-ers waiting to be helped.

The clerk at the front desk had me fill out a request form. She retreated into the back. Ten minutes later a nurse carrying a folder came out.

"Mister Fowler?" she said.

"Yes," I said. 

"All you needed was your daughter's blood type?" she said, she looked dubious.

"Yes," I said.

"Type O," she said. She smiled. I smiled. But, inside my heart my mind my stomach my soul concealed a typhoon of emotions carving a swath of anger and hurt and a sense of betrayal through me. Jessica was somebody else's biological child. But, she was mine—and only mine—in any possible world regardless of what the medical record indicated.

At that moment I hated my wife. When she'd laid out her cheating activities on me I'd initially thought to rationalize them. Figured maybe it was my fault in some way. But this? This was way different. This was her and some cheating fuckwad scumbag doing me very dirty! I would be handling this. I would be handling this for sure. But, first things first. Who was the bio dad?

******

I called in sick; hell, I was sick. By the time she got in from her half day at the salon, I was three sheets to the wind—good thing too; it'd make the fight we were going to have a little more even.

She stopped in the doorway to the kitchen when she saw me there. She must have sensed my mood. She put down her purse on the sink and tentatively took the seat opposite me.

"Gordie?"

"Dana," I responded.

"Huh?"

"Did I ever really know you, Dana?" I said. She looked away. She knew. She was putting the pieces together. Our semi-conversation of a few days before, my kind of aloofness since, all of it. 

"It just happened," she said. 

"Not that it matters an iota anymore, but I'dstill like to know. How long have I been your cuckold?" I said. Her head snapped up.

"Gordon Fowler you are not my cuckold. You are my husband, only that!" she said.

"Hmm, the definition of a cuckold, Dana, is a man whose wife has sex with another man and expects her husband to, if not like it, at least to 'deal with it'. You know like you told me I had to do," I said. Okay, I was refining the definition a little bit; it's the way I looked at it.

"I'm sorry for saying that to you. I didn't mean it that way, and that's the truth," she said.

"Really?"

"Yes," she said.

"Okay, then just what do you expect me to do, seeing as how you refuse to stop fucking Hiram," I said.

"Gordon—I don't know. I mean I need what you do for me, and I need the little something that Hiram does for me. But none of what I do with him is meant to demean you or the things you do for me in any way. He isn't your equal. He's not half the man you are, not even," she said.

"So, if I said I was going to leave you if you don't stop cuckolding me with him, you'd stop because I am twice the man he is, right?" I said. She looked down.

"That's what I thought. I am your cuckold, Dana, or was. And though a reluctant one, I was even willing to live with my humiliation until today," I said.

"Gordon, please, don't make me choose. I'll do anything else you say, but don't make me choose. Please!" she said. She began to sob.

"Choose? No, you won't have to choose because I'm choosing. I will be leaving. I'm already packed. Apart from in court, I am hoping that I don't have to set eyes on you ever again after this little sit down. I actually hate you, Dana," I said. "But, that said, I have one more question."

"Gordon! What are you saying! You can't mean..."

"I said I have one more question!" My voice shook the walls. She almost fell out of her chair with the shock of it.

"What?" she almost squealed.

"Who was Jessica's sperm donor? I need to know," I said.

"Huh? Wha..."

"Who fucked you and got you pregnant with Jessica? Who was her sperm donor?" I said.

"Gordon please. Can't we do something to get by this? I don't want to end us. I mean I really really don't want to," she said.

"Too late. Who was the sperm donor? I don't want to have to ask you again," I said.

"It doesn't matter, Gordie. It doesn't. It was so long ago, and the man has had no inkling that he did it to me. None," she said.

"Wait, wait, You saying the sperm donor doesn't know he's Jessica's biological father?" I said.

"That's exactly what I'm saying. He doesn't know and he never will know," she said. "I fucking don't want him to know. Why would I, you are Jessica's only dad—period!" I nodded.

She'd stopped me. I had assumed that whoever it was knew. Now, I had decisions to make. Now, I wasn't even sure that I wanted to know who it was. Talk about tough decisions. The only fly in the ointment—there were actually two— one, did Jessica have a right to know; and two, what if she needed an organ donation or such. As for the sperm donor per se; I didn't care if he lived or died.

******

I hadn't seen or talked to my adopted brother in a coon's age. My dad was still alive though my mom had died a year past, and he and my brother were my only close living relatives; and they lived up state. And, close was not real descriptive of us. The occasional holiday call, or other such occasion were just about our only contacts though all of us had gone to mom's funeral.

I considered calling Ronnie for his take on the situation but decided against it for the present. His marriage had ended badly, and I was afraid that I would be the recipient of some rather stark opinions if I gave him the whole skinny. Ronnie was an ex Pendleton DI. He was not at all sympathetic to weakness, real or apparent. And Dad, He was seventy-one and not all that together since mom died. No, I was on my own at least for the short term. Well, of course, there was Tina. But, she apparently, for motives known only to herself and perhaps a higher power, had an agenda of her own. Jesus I wish I could figure out what that agenda was, not knowing was killing me.

******

The Hard Hat was getting a lot of my business in recent days and today was no exception. It had been five days since discovering that Jessica was not my blood. Dana and I were co-existing, even sleeping in the same bed. She didn't come on to me though; she knew that that would have been a bad move. And, no, I couldn't tell you why I was still sleeping with her. I guess if I had to give a reason it was because it just didn't matter and I was used to it. Plus, it kept me close to my daughter. Until I knew what I was going to do, I wasn't going to be risking any charge of abandoning her. Besides, I was a creature of habit if there ever was one.

I looked up at the Budweiser Inc. supplied clock on the wall behind the bar, 10:00PM. Tina slid onto the stool beside mine. I looked over at her. Jesus she was beautiful, but tonight was not a good night for me.

"Hi, big guy," she said. "You haven't called for the last few days. I figured I better check on your wellbeing just in case," she said.

"Hi Tina. No, I got the bad news a few days ago. I've not been very good company since," I said.

"She's not yours, huh?" she said. I gave her hard look.

"Sorry. I mean of course she's yours. I was only referring to the sperm donor thingy, nothing more," she said. I nodded slowly.

"No, she's not," I said. "And, I just found out that the donor doesn't know he's the father, even now."

"I see," she said. "Whaddya thinkin' about doin'?"

"I don't know. I honestly don't. If I keep the asshole in the dark and at some point way down the line he finds out..."

"Yes, I see where you're going. He might figure to impose himself on you and Jessica," she said.

"Yes. That's about the size of it," I said.

"Do you know who it is?" said Tina.

"No. And, I'm almost afraid to find out. I mean what if it's someone I have to see all of the time? What if he's a close friend or even a family member?"

"I see what you mean. Yes, something like that could be very awkward," said Tina.

"I don't want to be the one adding to the fire here, Gordon. But, Your used to be best friend looks a lot like you. Do you...?"

"No, it's not Hiram. He was stationed overseas for a year, and the timing makes him a non-suspect. No, it's somebody else who was around at the time. But, that's thirteen to fourteen years ago, now; it could be anybody," I said. She nodded.

"Okay. You want some advice?" she said.

"Don't know. Maybe. Yes," I said.

"Don't over react to the situation. Your only concern, and this is my considered opinion, should be for what's best for Jessica. And, whatever that is, it may or may not be very satisfying for you. Her interest—only hers—matters in something like this," said Tina. I gave her a look.

"You know, You're right," I said. "But, does that mean I should tell her? Risk losing her to another dad?"

"You won't lose her. But, to answer your question, yes, you need to tell her. If she were to find out later, and discover that you have hidden this from her, it would not be good.

"Right now, since you just found out, you have the chance to be the good guy. Your wife on the other hand, has hidden this from her for her whole life; she is definitely wearing the black hat.

"Do not wait. I would do it tomorrow. Take her to breakfast or lunch or something, and lay out the situation, all of it," said Tina. "And above all don't pressure her. She's going to have a lot to deal with, and none of it's little stuff."

I stared long at her. "Tina, you are one heckuva smart person. Everything you said makes sense. I'll do it. I won't like it, but I'll do it," I said. "But, what if...?"

"She won't. She'll be curious. She'll eventually want to meet him, but for sure it won't matter," said Tina.

"Why wouldn't it matter?" I said.

"Because, young man, if she loves you now she'll love you even more for being honest and trusting her. If she doesn't love you, you'll eventually lose her anyway, sperm donor father or no," she said. I was nodding slowly and thoughtfully at her words.

I didn't know what Tina's motives in chasing after me were, but I was on the point of not giving a damn. This woman was too valuable to pass up if the opportunity presented itself to make her mine."

******

I was nervous, Jessica was curious, and the food hadn't come yet. The choice, hers, had been IHOP; well, I liked it too.

"Okay, dad, what gives? This has been the strangest week in my entire life. I know you and mom are at it. I'm just not sure what the 'it' is," she said.

I unnecessarily wiped my mouth with the napkin and put it down in front of me. I set my hands on the table as though to keep it from rattling. I took a deep breath, sighed and waited a moment collecting my wits if not my thoughts.

"Yes, it's been a heckuva two week period for me, and I know you've been wondering what was going on. Well, today you get to be in the know. I'm not sure I'm doing right to tell you, but I'm afraid, that if I don't, it would be worse down the line. So—here goes.

"Your mother has a lover. She's told me she does not want a divorce, but that I will have to deal with that little reality if I want to stay married to her. Likewise, she says she loves me more, but, not enough to give up her playmate," I said.

"What the hell!" said my thirteen year-old daughter.

"Hold on, there's more—a lot more," I said.

"Huh?"

"Jess, your daddy, me, loves you more than his own life. And, I would give mine for you no matter what if the situation called for it," I said. "Do you understand what I'm saying, baby?"




Why Me?



"Sure, dad, I know. I've always known," I said.

"Good. Jessica, like I said you're my daughter—but—not my biological daughter," I said. I stopped talking and leaned back in my seat. I know I must have had a hangdog look on my face as I waited for her to react.

"Huh? Dad, what are you talking about!" said Jessica, a little too loudly.

"Your mother had someone else when we were first married. He impregnated her, and then there was you," I said.

"Huh? Someone else? Who, daddy! Who?" she said.

"I don't know. Your mom has so far refused to tell me. I don't know why, though as for that, I suppose there might be a hundred reasons," I said.

"Dad, there must be some mistake. You're wrong. We'll go to mom together and find out the truth, okay?" she said.

"We could go to her, but I'm not wrong, You're not the same blood type as me. I checked it out a couple of days ago," I said. "There's no mistake." She started to cry.

"No need to cry baby. We'll be fine. I hated telling you all of this, but I figured it might be worse if you found out some other way." She nodded.

"We will be speaking to my crazy momma," she said. My turn to nod. 

******

"You just had to tell her didn't you!" said Dana.

"Actually yes. I didn't want to be keeping secrets of that magnitude from my own baby," I said. "I didn't want to be in the position, down the line, years down the line—you know like you—to have to be explaining why I'd kept her in the dark." 

"Well, it was cruel of you not to have talked to me first," she said. Now, I lost it.

"Listen to yourself, Dana. It's all about you. You never talked to me first about fucking other men. You never told me that you were fucking around on me before we were married; you know with the guy who impregnated you." Suddenly there was a look in her eyes that screamed—something. 

"Dana? Do you have something to tell me? Are there more secrets out there that I should know about? I mean you outted yourself about my best friend. What could be worse than that!" I said. I really couldn't imagine anything worse than that; I was about to be educated to the error of my thinking.

"Gordon, you keep digging for things that are not real pretty. Things that could cause us endless heartache, and that to no purpose. Please, let what is be whatever it is and let's get on with our lives," she said.

"Oh, you mean get on with the lives you've laid out for us. You get to fuck other men and I get to like it. That about it?" I said.

"How many times do I have to tell you that what I do with Hiram..."

"You mean Hiram and the man that fucked you and impregnated you those many years ago. That about right? They the only ones? Bet they weren't," I said.

"All right, you asked for it. It was your brother Ronald Fowler," she said. I know I paled. I felt sick. Then, I realized that she had to be lying. She'd never met Ronnie until the day of the wedding, and she and I had headed out on our honeymoon the following morning. 

"Not, possible, Dana. You were never out of my sight the day of the wedding, and that was the only day that you ever saw Ronnie," I said, with confidence. She looked down.

"You were three sheets to the wind, Gordie, and fell asleep after we did it the one time that night. I slipped out and he did me down the hall, in his room, at the hotel. He had an eight-inch cock; I knew that as soon as he and I had danced together earlier that evening; and well, I had to have it. Kind of a final fling before we settled into our married lives, you and me," she said. I know my expression now was one of shock; it was the only appropriate term.

"Him—you—on our goddamn fucking wedding day! You never intended to be a wife, a faithful wife, from day one did you cunt! I—I—I can't..." I had to get out of there. This woman was more than I could deal with. I mean way more than I could deal with!

She was telling the truth; I was certain of that. She'd also put the kiss of death to our marriage and to half my living family. I would be dealing with good old Ronald in due time. He was bigger than me, but I was the fighter in the family, and I was good, real good. The fact that he didn't know that he'd fathered my daughter or that I knew about it had worked for me. I was pretty sure that my wife wouldn't be telling him. No, I had the element of surprise on my side.

******

I called Tina. I needed another brain to help me figure out what the fuck to do. Jesus-H-Q-Ree-eyest did I ever. I was sitting in the back. I didn't want to talk to anyone but her, not even my bud the barkeep.

"Okay," she said, sliding in across from me. "Give. You sounded absolutely panicky on the phone."

"Wouldn't be far off the mark," I said. "I am so hurt, insulted, confused, whatever that I may never get over it. My own brother, my adopted brother, is the father of my child."

"Oh," said Tina. "Okay. Now we turn the page to see what happens next. And, so long as it doesn't involve you going to jail for, how shall I say it, unseemly or violent behavior, I'm with you."

"Thank you. I mean it. I need you right now. Apart from my thirteen year-old daughter you're the only one I can trust," I said. "Helluva thing.

"I don't know what to do. Every time I turn around something worse happens." 

******

I was parked out front of his house and it wasn't even a holiday. I also found myself almost sick to my stomach thinking about what was about to transpire. Exiting the car I went up to the front door and rang the bell.

My adopted brother was six-foot but not a shade under two-fifty: we were both pretty stocky, but he was bigger stocky. The door opened and a big smile creased his face. I had a roll of nickels in the palm of my right hand and just as his first words of greeting were about to leave his lips; my fist collided with his jaw. I followed that up with several left-right combinations, staggering him, before he was able to set himself and come at me. After that he pretty much destroyed me. Well, he had seventy-five pounds on me. 

Several facial fractures, two broken ribs, an eye that I could be in danger of losing and a whole lot less blood than I'd arrived with. The good news was that the ambulance driver was pretty. Oh, and my wonderful brother had a broken nose and a black eye.

I awoke to the beeping of one of several technical marvels that lined the perimeter of the room. It was dark, and I was very thirsty. I tried to rise and go to the water faucet across from me, but the attempt caused me to lose every scintilla of air in my chest cavity. A too young staff nurse rushed in just as I was about to faint from the lack of oxygen and searing shock waves that were pulsating through me. I was hurt. Hurt bad.

"Water," I finally managed to say.

"Lay back, mister, I'll see what I can do about getting you some water. Please lie back." I did as she commanded; I was happy to.

The morning brought some relief from the previous night's agony; and, a visitor: my adopted brother: Ronald Fowler.

"How yuh doin' asshole," he said, as he approached my bed,"

"You're not in jail?" I said "Get the fuck outta here. I never want to see your sorry ass again. Got it."

"What the fuck has gotten into you," he said. "And, no, I'm not in jail, and I am a couple of bucks richer having collected a roll of nickels off of your sorry ass.

"It's not what's gotten into me, mother fucker. It's who got into my wife on our wedding day. Now, get the fuck out. I need my rest. Doctor said so." He paled.

"Oh..."

"Yeah, oh," I said.

"Gordie, that was years ago. It was craziness on my part and hers. We just counted it as a last sin, a meaningless fling, before we became family. You know," he said.

"Yeah, well, I am told that you don't know. But you and I are family in more ways than one. Jessica is your biological daughter. In case you really didn't know," I said. "But, no matter that. She's my real daughter not yours. Got it?" I said.

"Wha..."

"Kinda leave you speechless does it, me telling you the news. Well, you can imagine how I felt," I said.

"Gordie, I swear I didn't know. Not a clue. But, Jesus, at least now I know why you came at me like you did. You had to do it. I would've too. Sorry I messed you up. Really." He said. "I was young; she was young; and that equated with our being stupid. I swear to you it never happened again, and it never will. I apologize for all of it."

"Oh, okay then, we'll just call it even, but there is one condition that will be iron clad," I said, sneering Is sure. "You never come near my baby. Not ever. Got it?" He nodded, but didn't say anything.

We talked a few more minutes about dad. Ron, let me know he was not doing too good. Without mom he had little to live for, or so he thought, I guess. I had an idea about that, but before any of that could be looked at; I had my own problem to take care of: namely my whoring wife.

******

I called Jessica, but not Dana, on her cell phone, and informed her that I wouldn't be home until late.

Frederick Carstairs was old, and quiet, and purportedly one of the best divorce attorneys in the state. Well, as I sat across from him, listening, I did feel confident that my soon to be ex would not be able to screw me over.

There was one tricky bit, however, and that revolved around the custody issue. Jessica was not quite fourteen: too young to choose who'd she like to stay with. The judge would likely listen to her wishes, but in the end it might not matter what either she or I wanted. I was mortally afraid of that situation.

"It all depends, mister Fowler. Your wife's actions are reprehensible, but as a matter of law her adultery is minor when compared to your child's needs. The sperm donor is out of the mix having been a non-factor for Jessica's entire life. The only possible problem might arise if he hollers foul because your wife has kept him the dark all of these years. Nevertheless, I don't see that as very likely.

"But, again, getting back to the main issue, If your wife could be shown to be putting your Jessica at risk that would be one thing, but failing that it's a good bet that she'd get primary. You'll get generous visitation for sure, and I can make sure your wife won't be able to throw up any roadblocks in that direction, but that's about the best we can hope for," he said. I nodded.

"Okay," I said, "do your damnedest. I do not want the woman to be able to get in my way of seeing my daughter."

"Consider it done. And, like I said; she'll be served day after tomorrow," he said.

"Good."

******

Now to go home and wait it out. I would be sleeping in the guest room. She'd be trying to talk me out of it, but I wouldn't be speaking to her on any significant level for the next two days. Then, I would be the hell outa there. She could move in with good 'ole Hiram or have him move in with her. The two of them would be dealing with a very upset Jessica if I was any judge. Oh yeah, divorce was the only way to go now that everything was out in the open. Oh yeah!

Though it was late, Jessica was up and not happy with me when I got home. I pulled her aside to give her a heads up about the divorce. Though not happy with things, she did agreed not to tip her mother to the impending delivery of the divorce papers.

"Dad, I sure wish there was some other way to do this. I don't want to stay with her. I certainly do not want to be her if that other man moves in. You say it's uncle Hiram?" said Jessica.

"Yes. But it'll be okay. I'm there for you if they do anything untoward, especially him," I said. She gave me an exasperated look, but didn't ask; my tone did not allow for it.

******

"You are not sleeping in the guest room, Gordie. You are my husband. You have a duty to perform. I know you're mad at me, and not without cause. I've treated you badly these past days, not intentionally, but badly nonetheless; but I intend to fix that little matter once and for all. I've ended it with Hiram," she said. Okay, she stopped me with that one.

"Oh, and how did the treacherous asshole take that," I said. "I mean you dumping him."

"Stop calling him names. Okay. And well, not real good, but he had no choice," she said. Did I believe her? No. But, whatever, her protestations were interesting. I wanted to test her, and out of the blue, it came to me just how I might be able to do it.

"And, I'm supposed to believe you?" I said. I snickered.

"Yes, it's the truth," she said.

"Hmm, maybe. You wanna try and prove it to me?" I said.

"Well sure, I guess, but I..."

"Okay, then. What I want you to do is to call him up now. You are to act as though you have pulled the wool over my eyes and that I have fallen for your little charade. If you are telling the truth, he won't know what you're talking about. If you're lying to me, he'll be relieved and you can make your next date or whatever," I said.

"But, I am telling the truth!" she said. Her looks made think that she was, but my little game could prove the pudding.

"Then, my little game won't hurt a thing. Once I'm sure of the situation, I will take the phone and put an end to him being around forever, and you and I can get on with our lives. If not..." I said. She nodded; that kinda surprised me.

"Yes, it's me...Yes, I said we couldn't do it anymore, but...no I am not changing the rules...no I haven't told him—asked him—yet...no it's not a good time.."

They talked for some short time and then she said good bye. I hadn't taken the phone as I said I would to put the boff on him. Why? I didn't know. And, I'm sure he was as bewildered as I was.

"What haven't you told me yet?" I said. 

"It's not a good time. I've done what you wanted, and you can see that. Can you at least cut me that little slack?" she said.

"No, too many bad things have happened over these past weeks; I wanna know what you and he got going. If it's a ploy to get me to join the two of you..." I started.

"No, no, he and I both know you wouldn't be okay with that in any possible world. It's just..."

"What?" I said.

"Since I dumped him he's asked me to ask you—well—to ask you to let bygones be bygones. He'd really like it if he could be your friend again and maybe come around once in a while. I said I'd ask you," she said.

I actually believed her. To her credit she wasn't pushing it. But, she was asking the unaskable. 

"When it snows where the devil lives. I hate the traitorous mother fucker. Never doubt it. Tell him to keep his distance because if he comes around me..." I let what else I was going to say hanging in the air. She could just use her imagination.

"Oh, and I am sleeping in the guestroom. It's going to be a while before I feel comfortable again sleeping with you," I said. That I was misleading her didn't bother me an iota. She'd done me dirty and now it was going to bite her in the ass. Still, it amused me that she had apparently dumped the asshole. But, did I actually believe that that would last. No. A cheater was pretty well guaranteed to always be a cheater. And, I was of the opinion that her capacity to stick to anything that denied her what she wanted was not great.

That night and the next night she cooked some of my favorite dishes. I ate. Well, she wasn't a bad cook. Did I feel like a backstabbing shit, knowing as I did that she was about to be served? Truthfully, yes. But, I just didn't trust her anymore and that put the boff on any chance for us. If she really had broken it off with dipshit, she'd waited too long.

******

"You figured it," said Dana. He did demand that I prove it, that we were splitsville." She sat across from him as the Denny's lunch brigade paraded in.

"Yeah, well it figured. What did surprise me is how fast and how he wanted it to be proved to him," said Hiram. "Where is he now?"

"He's home. He's doing paperwork related to his job," said Dana.

It's a good thing I picked up on what you were trying to tell me when you made the call. I almost didn't."

"Well, you did, and while he was still—what—doubtful; he did seem to buy it. But, we gotta be careful. He has friends out there who I know not of," she said.

"You know, Dana, I've said it before..." he started.

"No, Hiram. I love him, even if the little shit doesn't believe me. I need you to believe me too. I ain't leaving him, not willingly," said Dana.

"Well, okay, but let's finish up here. I have reservations at the Palatino for 1:00PM." She smiled.

"Okay, let's go," she said.

******

The Palatino was at best a three star hotel and lounge, but the rooms were cloistered in gardens that offered privacy as an inducement to those seeking such. The afternoon guests in room 113 were among those choosing the Palatino for that reason.

She peeled off all of her clothes but her panties and watched as he stripped himself naked.

She snorted at her leaving her panties on. "And your underpants?" he said.

"How about a little mystery for the next little bit?" she said. "I'll let you suck the crotch if you're good," she said.

"Hmm, gonna be hard to get today, that it?' he said. She just smiled and giggled.

"Maybe," she said, finally.

He came to her and pushed her down on the bed. She squeezed her thighs together teasing him. She fought him strenuously giving up inch by inch as he pressed his assault. She laughed uproariously at his increasing desperation. Finally, she surrendered, and he ripped her panties off of her as he drove himself into her ruthlessly as punishment for her mock recalcitrance.

"Ugh! Go easy," she said.

"No, you're going to get one very hard core screwing after that little act," he said. And, now he was the one laughing.

As he pounded into her he massaged her breasts, squeezing her nipples as part of her punishment. She winced but did not cry out.

It took some minutes, but her eyes became glazed over as a typhoon of sensation overwhelmed her. She squirted. The heat of his cum filled her almost simultaneously making the experience one of her—their—better ones.

He collapsed on top of her. Their breathing was labored but exultant.

"God that was good," she said.

"No argument for me," said Hiram. They rested for some little time. She played with his once again hardening dick before he unceremoniously flipped her over and took her from behind. She groaned and growled as he drilled her yet again. There was no game playing now; she wanted him to screw her, and he was more than accommodating.

The afterglow was pleasant. She lay with her eyes closed.

"Thinking about him?" he said.

"Yes, I'm going to have to make very nice to him tonight. He's gonna think he died and went to heaven," she said.

"Yeah, if he let's you," he said.

"Yes, there is that. I hope he does. I feel guilty being so satisfied and knowing he's horny but too proud to be the willing cuckold he needs to be. If he'd only give in and accept things; well, the rewards for him would be first water," she said.

"Yeah, well, I think you may well be tilting at windmills," he said. The guy just isn't in the giving in type. Too stubborn and too puritanical."

"You're probably right, and mores the pity. I do so love the guy," she said.

******

Finally it was serve-the-papers day: day two of operation freedom from Dana. I was on the road at work. I'd turned off my cell. I'd already moved my stuff out while she was at work. I didn't need much, so I'd just packed it up after she left for work. I'd just fiddled around doing paperwork prepping for the day's deliveries; which I sometimes had to do, until she left, it raised no red flags me getting gone late.

Of course I knew I'd have to talk to her at some point. But then, that was not going to be a big deal regardless. And, then I got a text message to call Tina. I did.

"Gordon, you said she'd broken it off with that Hiram guy, right?" said Tina, without preamble.




Why Me?



"Yes, that's what she said," I said.

"Not so. She just got a room with the guy, I assume it was him, at the Palatino. I was there picking up Mark. He had a meeting with some guy about a job in Nevada," she said. Mark was her boss at the Hard Hat. "I'm sorry, Gordie,"

"Don't be. It will delay things a few hours, but no biggee?" I said.

"Delay things?" she said.

"Yes, she's being served with divorce papers today," I said.

"Huh?" she said.

"Look, I'm working, but you and I need to talk tonight. Okay?" I said.

"Sure bet sailor," she said. "Fuckin' A!"

"Hard Hat at 8:00PM. Okay?" I said.

"Done," she said. We said our goodbyes. Well, now I had a decision to make. Talk to her now on the phone, or go home and battle it out there.

******

It was 5:20PM. She was waiting for me with anger the order of the day. In my case? Resignation.

"Gordon Fowler! What the hell is this?" I said. "And where is Jessica?"

"Jessica's at her friend's house for the night," I said. I'd made the case to Jessica that she should overnight it at her friend's house. She'd agreed. Now, I was glad I had.

"But to answer you first question, it's the end of us," I said.

"Why for God's sake. I dumped your rival. He and I will never speak again unless..."

"Yeah, unless I get okay with letting bygones be bygones. Right?" I said.

"Yes, exactly. You're in the driver's seat," she said.

"So you haven't spoken to him since the phone call the other night?" I said.

"Exactly," she said. I snickered.

"So you just looked at each other without saying word one today at the Palatino," I said. "Looked at him, and his eight inch dick and fucked him, but didn't talk to him. I got that right?"

"Wha—How..."

"Never mind, Dana. You're a liar and a cheat. The good news for you is that you won't have to sneak around anymore. The good news for me is that I won't have to put up with your lying and cheating anymore. I figure you'll still be lyin' and cheatin'; it's who you are. Seems like win-win to me," I said. I wasn't being nice.

She'd sagged back in her seat. "So we're done," she said. It wasn't a question. "You know, looking at it now, I guess it was inevitable. I was going to give it the old college try. You know, treating you right, while cutting back on the other thing. I had it all planned out.

"Marriage is not about planning to deceive your spouse, Dana. It's about support, love, trust, commitment. You fail on all of the above," I said.

"No," she said. "not on support and not on love. You've always had my support, and for damn sure you've always had my love."

"Even if what you say is true, Dana, the trust part is not negotiable, not even," I said. "Now, all that remains of these ruins is how we proceed. You fight me; I'll be right back atcha. You make it easy, and we can remain friends of a sort down the line. I might even be willing to compromise on my previously undying hatred of your lover. I'll have to think about it, but I will at do that." She looked up.

"Really? I mean no more—hate," she said."

"I'd be amenable if you intend to be cooperative," I was thinking of Jessica and the soon to be new love of my life. Neither of them needed my baggage, so dumping it might work for me. Dana nodded.

"I think we can do that much for each other," she said. "I'm sorry, Gordie, I really didn't mean to be a cheater. I just couldn't help myself when it came to Hiram's dick'; it really is something special."

"Never mind. I'll be sleeping elsewhere tonight. I'll be in touch in a few days. Okay?"

"Okay. Be well, my husband."

******

I felt bad about things, the way they'd finally played out. We'd been married a long time. Jessica would always be between us, even though she wasn't my so-called bio kid. She was my kid and none other.

Tina was already seated against the far wall across from the new makeshift bandstand. Mark was going to try to introduce some country western dance music to drive up business. It turned out that the guy from Vegas was not offering him a job; it was a business opportunity. They were seated together right in front of the bandstand.

Nevertheless, whatever else chanced this night, I was going to get things straight with Tina. I was on a mission.

"Hi stud," she said, as I approached.

"Hi pretty woman," I said. And she was pretty. She was extra pretty. I was immediately suspicious. She was made up to enslave me, and I was vulnerable. But, I was also on a mission, and I was not going to let it slide. 

"So?" she said.

"She was served. We had the final sit down. I think things will work out okay. I'm hopeful at any rate," I said.

"Good, I'm glad for you," said Tina. There was a silent period as soon as she said it. She knew that this was it.

I got out of my seat and went round the table to her. I got down on my knees. Tina, will you be my wife?" I said.

"A little premature isn't it?" she said, laughing. I frowned. "As soon as your divorce is final, of course," she said. "And yes." Now, I smiled; but, conversely, she didn't.

"Gordie, I have some things to confess to you," she said. "Well—and then—if you still want me I'm yours absolutely. Okay?"

I was still on my knees. "Sure."

"You once asked me why a girl like me would want to be saddled with a guy like you. You said it jokingly, and I answered you the same way. Truth is, you put the question backwards from the way it should have been put," she said.

"Huh?" I said.

"You should have asked why a man like you should waste his time chasing a woman like me. You are way out of my league, Gordon Fowler. You just don't realize it.

"Okay, I'm pretty. On a good day a dozen men would be fighting to get into my pants. It's always been that way for me, ever since junior high school. I knew I could have any of them any time I wanted, and I exploited it. And then I wasn't a kid anymore, and I still had my junior high school mentality. So I did stupid things, and they eventually came back to bite me in the ass.

"Tina, all of that is ancient history. I don't need to hear any true confessions here. I just need a woman to love me and be true to me. If you tell me you can do those, everything else will be nothing, and I mean nothing whatsoever." She smiled at me.

"If when we leave here, you feel the same way; why then, you are going to get exactly those and more," she said.

"Okay," I said.

"Gordie, I have two children," she said. I knew she thought that she was going to shock me, but I was ready for anything—or so I imagined.

"Okay," I said. She'd set me back a notch, not because she had kids, but because she'd kept them a secret for so long.

"In school, I was popular, and I hung with the jocks most of the time," she said.

"Okay, so?" I said.

"My kids are black, Gordie," I smiled. I was sure that that was it. And, I could deal with that.

"That it?" I said. She looked down.

"They're from different fathers," she said. I nodded.

"Okay," I said. 

"The second one, also a jock, dealt crack on the side. I didn't know it, but I was with him when they busted him. I spent a year in the slam: aiding and abetting, they said. Gordie—I did what they said I did. I tried to help Demetrius get away. Anyway, I'm a convict too.

"I see. Is that all?" I said. She snickered. "Isn't that enough?

I smiled. "Tina..." I started.

"Gordie, I want to make this easy on us, and especially for you. Before you say anything, I am going to go to the bathroom. I'm going to be in there for a little while, maybe fifteen minutes or so. If you're still here when I get back; well, we'll have a whole lot to talk about and to do. Okay?" I shrugged.

She was gone for seventeen minutes, and I had every intention of being right where I was when she went to pee, and I was.

I had to smile to myself. Here I had had a beautiful cheater who claimed in eleventeen languages that she loved everything about me but my less than imposing cock, and even that—she averred—would do in a pinch; well, okay, I may be stretching the facts a little there, but it's the way I rationalized things.

Now I had the chance to have an even more beautiful woman who claimed that I was way out of her league, not she out of mine. But, who had baggage little short of staggering. Still, that said, I trusted her. The mere fact that she outted herself like she did was reason to trust her. Now, the biggee, and the only thing that really mattered to me: could she and would she be faithful to me. If so, I had me a life's partner.

She saw me sipping my martini when she emerged from the access hall to the restrooms. Her look was precious and very relieved. The interesting thing was that I was more relieved than she was.

"You're still here," she said as she stood behind her chair looking for me to say something.

"Oh yeah, I'm here, and that for the rest of our lives." I pulled the object from my coat pocket and pushed it across the table to her as she took her seat. I gotten it while I was on the road the day before.

She looked at it, then me, then it. She opened it. "My God!" she said.

"Two carats," I said. "$4,000."

"Put it on me," she said. I reached across and did as she commanded me. I would be following her commands for the rest of my life; I knew that for a flat fact. This was the woman for me. For my money she was living proof that there was a God. No doubt about it.

******

It was but two days later that I met my new step-children: Lily age three, and Tamara age six. Their daddies. Jackson was living on the opposite coast and had not communicated with Tina since he'd gotten her pregers. Demetrius was a whole different ball game. He was serving ten to fifteen for entrepreneurship of an illegal variety. Talking longer to Tina about him brought home the fact that at some point he might be problem, but hopefully by then we'd be long gone and him totally out of the loop.

******

The divorce went off without a hitch. She got the house and nominal custody of Jessica. But, I wasn't concerned about her trying to come between Jess and me. Fact was, she was more concerned that I would somehow turn Jessica against her lover, my ex best friend. I had had to promise that I wouldn't do that, and I did promise, and things are going relatively smoothly as of the moment.

My new wife and arm candy is treating me like I'd saved her life and the lives of all of her friends and relatives. You gotta love it. And, what's even better, at least from my perspective is that I satisfy her. And, yes, I mean in bed. 

We are planning on a cruise, Tina and I, in the spring, a month hence, the Caribbean was the destination. Things were definitely looking up. But then you had to know it; there was a complication, oh yeah and a big one.

******

It was three days before the cruise. I got a call from Dana. 

"Gordie, could you come over. We got a little—something—it's kind of important," she said.

"What is it, Dana, you know were leaving town in a few days, and we've got a lot to do," I said.

"Yes, I know, but this is really really important," she said.

"Okay, we'll be over in about an hour. Okay?" I said.

"That'll be fine," she said.

"Honey," I said, addressing Tina, "my erstwhile ex says she's got something important going and needs us there now."

"Now? You mean right now?" she said.

"Yes, and she was sounding strange. I guess we better go over," I said.

Parking in front of what used to me my house felt strange. I hadn't been back to the old neighborhood since the divorce, and hadn't planned on coming back any time soon either.

But here I was, with a new, younger, and prettier wife, and a more or less irritated mental state.

We went up and knocked. Hiram answered the door.

I had promised to modify my attitude toward him since Dana had been reasonable about Jessica and me. This was my first opportunity to show my good faith. I didn't quite snarl my greeting. Well, not to him.

"Ronald! What the fuck are you doing here," I said. Once inside I'd spotted him seated on the couch. 

"I figure you might be able to guess the answer to your question," he said.

"Does Jessica know. Is she in on this?" I said, addressing my comments to Dana.

"No, not yet, but Ronald wants to be introduced to her, you know formally. He's only been around her twice and those were years ago. I didn't know what to do, knowing your position on the matter, so I called you," she said. I nodded.

"The answer is no." Now I was addressing the culprit. You don't know her, and you don't need to know her. So go on back up state, and make your own babies. Jessica is mine," I said.

"Look, Gordon, Years ago I was a shit. I betrayed your trust. I get it. And, I'm not trying to take your place. My God I'm not," he said.

"But, I feel something for her. I mean ever since you told me. I just want her to know that there is one more person out there in the sentient universe that cares whether she lives or dies," said Ronald Fowler.

I was seething. But just then, the unthinkable happened. Jessica burst into the room, and she was not happy. She'd had to have been listening.

"Dad, I want to talk to him. Okay?" she said. I know my face fell.

"But..." 

"I have to dad. I need to talk to him." Tina came up behind me and steered me away. I pulled away from her and headed outside, out the front door. I took a seat on the porch swing and just stared out at the street.

My own daughter had opted to do that which I did not agree to. She opted to be in the same room with the two least trustworthy people in the world: Dana and Ronald Fowler. I knew not what might come of it, but if he was going to try and impose himself between me and my daughter, ask to share her in any way whatsoever; well, I would be leaving it up to Jess to choose, but I would not be sharing her with anyone, especially a cheater like Ronald Fowler. If he was in, I was out.

"You okay, honey," said Tina, who now joined me on the porch.

"No, not really. Not at all. I will not accept sharing her with that man. His treachery of 14 years ago has no statute of limitations. Him and that woman have done more to destroy my sanity than should ever have been allowed. I do not deserve to have to compromise with them, and I will not," I said. Tina nodded.

"I understand. Let's just hope that things work out for the best. Okay?" she said. 

"Thanks babe. Thanks for being there for me," I said.

"You betcha," she said.

We both turned when we heard the door open to our left. It was the woman.

"Gordon, can I speak with you for a minute," said Dana. I nodded.

"I ain't compromising, Dana. She's mine and I don't share, any more than I was willing to share you," I said. She hd the decency to look down.

"I know. And, Jessica just got telling him pretty much the same thing. He asked her if she'd like to come over some time, maybe during the holidays. She told him sure, so long as her dad was there too. Then, well then she told me that she wanted to live with you.

"Gordon, okay, you get what you most wanted all along. She's packing now. Hope that big SUV of yours can hold all of her stuff. She's moving in with you tonight," said Dana. 

"I'll go help her," said Tina.

"Yes, that'd be good, babe. Do help her, I said. Dana and I watched Tina rush off to help Jessica pack.

"Gordon, fourteen years ago, we messed up: your brother and me. This, Jessica living with you, is little enough, and you're entitled to a few more at bats before we can call everything square," she said.

"I just hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive if not forget. Your brother really should be allowed to see Jess every once in a while, and I think you're a big enough man to see that what I'm saying has merit. Anyway, give it some thought. Okay?" she said. 

"Okay. I can do that. But if he wants to see my baby; he's going to be doing it when I'm around like Jess said." My ex-wife nodded.

For some reason, maybe because of the way Jessica had dealt with the man; I was feeling good.

Looking at Dana, I could recall some of the good times and good feelings I had toward her before all of the nonsense. My hatred, and it had been hatred, was dying. Maybe better days were on the way.



Why Me?



I had been to a local bar getting a drink after college midterms. This was a just a normal bar, one that I had been to on a few occasions, and I was trying to unwind after all the studying I had been doing. All of a sudden a big muscular guy in biker leather walked up to the bar beside me and ordered two boilermakers. He looked over at me, looked me up and down actually. He asked if I would like another drink. I said no thanks, and that I was just about to leave, that I had classes earlier tomorrow morning.

"Suit yourself," he said and walked away with his drinks. I finished my drink and headed to the bathroom, before I left. When I came out I noticed the guy, sitting with another biker type at a table and they seemed to be looking at me and saying something to one-another. I shrugged it off and left.

I was walking through an alleyway back to campus, when all of a sudden I was shoved from behind. I was hit hard enough that I fell to the ground. I heard someone laugh. I got up and there the two guys from the bar were standing behind me. "What the fuck?" I said. That was all I could get out, when they grabbed me and forced me up against the wall. They again laughed, and said, "Yeah, he looks like a real good boy, should be fun."

At this point one of them started undoing my belt, as the other held me there by my throat. The one who was stripping me pulled off my pants and threw them over his shoulder. Then they both laughed. I was wearing a jockstrap under my pants, because I was out of regular underwear. The one looked to the other and said, "Great, he must have wanted this. We won't even have to take them off."

At this point I was terrified. Then the one guy unzipped himself and let out his monster hard on. His buddy released his grip, and the other grabbed my head and forced my mouth onto his cock. The other shouted in my ear, "Ok bitch. Now do what you do. And you better not fucking use any teeth, or I swear to god we'll knock 'em all out." The one with his cock in my mouth said, "Ok now I want you to suck my cock head. I am going to show you the proper way to suck cock." I began sucking his cock head and running my tongue over his piss slit. Apparently I was doing a good job because he was moaning loudly. I just did what I thought I would enjoy. I heard the other one ask how I was doing. His buddy said, "Little cock sucker is a natural. I may just have to keep him." At that point his buddy grabbed my head and started fucking my face. I had never done anything like this in my life, even thought about it either. I then felt the other guy get behind me and spread my cheeks. He then started eating my ass. I will admit it felt pretty good. He was using his tongue to dart in and out of by asshole, and then he would go really deep. But my real attention was to the monster cock being forced in and out of my throat. I just concentrated on keeping my mouth open and tried to relax my throat. Then all of a sudden the guy behind me stopped eating me. I felt him grab my ass cheeks and spread them again. This time he shoved what must have been a hard cock just as big as his buddies, right up my virgin ass. The force of this forced my face all the way onto the other guys cock. My nose was buried in his pubic hair and I actually felt his nuts slap against my chin.

Neither let me rest or get used to the feeling. They started fucking me from both ends relentlessly. One had a hold of my hips and was really pounding my asshole, while the other one held my head and fucked my throat. I was being raped by two burly, leather clad bikers, right in the middle of an alley. I couldn't even hope to scream, because I could barely get a breath from having that cock in my throat. The one in my ass felt like it was ripping and stretching me apart. I couldn't do anything about it. They just had their way with me all they wanted. They started to get into a real rhythm, and really going' to town on me. They were grunting and moaning all the while. They apparently had no fear of being caught.

Realizing I had no choice and was not able to get away, I tried to relax my asshole and throat muscles. I had hoped that this would cause me less discomfort. The one fucking my ass must have felt this, because he suddenly drove his hard cock even deeper into my ass. This intrusion caused me to scream in pain. Or I would have screamed, if not for the cock in my mouth. The guy in my mouth laughed and said, "Buddy I think this little bitch likes what you are giving him. He just moaned onto my cock. I think he wants more." I tried to spit the cock in my mouth out, but the hands on my head held me in place. I tried to look up at the guy whose cock I was sucking. We made eye contact and I tried to shake my head "no" and to plead with my eyes. But he only petted my head and said, "Don't worry boy, I know you want him to make a man out of you."

The guy in my mouth then began throat fucking me again. I had to take quick breaths, whenever he would pull out of my throat. I figured the best way to breathe was for me to get it over with as fast as possible. I started to really suck his cock. I put everything I had into sucking his cock. I sucked deep and hard, imagining I was trying to suck something through a clogged straw. I knew it would not stay "clogged," but figured the sooner he came the sooner it would be over. I used my lips to stroke up and down his shaft, and my tongue to stimulate his cockhead. The guy in my mouth moaned. He said, "Damn boy. That's it. Work my hard cock. He must really need my cum, because he just went wild on my cock."

The guy fucking my asshole started going faster as well. He even started smacking my ass cheeks from time to time. He started talking really dirty, saying "This bubble butt was made for fucking. I bet he has always wanted to feel what real men can do. After this, I bet we will have ruined women for him. Once realizes how much he loves cock, how could he go back to pussy. I bet we can turn him into a real cum whore. What do you think? Think we can fuck him until he cums?" His friend in my mouth laughed and said, "Shit, I don't care what he does. I haven't cum in a few days. When I cum down this bitch's little throat, I bet he won't need to eat for a week after what I give him." 

I felt them gaining more and more speed, and depth with each thrust. The one behind me kept gripping my ass cheeks and pulling me into him, all the while saying things like, "Yeah, take it you bitch. You like my cock in your ass don't you? Oh your ass feels nice and tight." While the other had a hold of the sides of my head and kept feeding me more and more of his cock, he just kept saying, "suck my cock, boy suck it." over and over again. After what seemed like an eternity of the assault, the one in my mouth said, "I'm about to cum. How close are you?" The one in my ass says, "Yeah. I won't last much longer in this tight asshole. They both picked up more speed and drove their cocks even deeper inside me. I knew this would be over soon, so I worked both of their cocks even harder.

I began feeling pleasure. I had never done anything like this before. But I did know about the prostate and how much pleasure it was supposed to give when stimulated. I was starting to really love this. I felt them gaining more and more speed, and depth with each thrust. The one behind me kept gripping my ass cheeks and pulling me into him, all the while saying things like, "Yeah, take it you bitch, you like my cock in your ass don't you, oh your ass feels nice and tight." While the other had a hold of the sides of my head and kept feeding me more and more of his cock, he just kept saying, "suck my cock, boy suck it." over and over again. I started to clinch my asshole as tightly as I could around the cock burying itself in my ass. The guy fucking my tight virgin asshole must have liked this. He started saying, "That's right bitch. Squeeze my cock with your ass. Make me cum. You know you want me seed in your ass. That's it, take my cock. Just like that." 

At this point my jaw and lips were hurting from how wide I had to keep my mouth open. I didn't realize that my asshole no longer was hurting. I just felt my asshole as it was stretched around a hard cock. I felt every punch as the hard cock in my ass slammed into my prostate. I started really working the cock in my mouth with my tongue and lips. I felt by my body being bounced between the two of them. When one would thrust their cock into me, the force of the plunge would drive me deeper onto the other cock. The one fucking my ass saw this and laughed. He said, "Hey look. We can play Ping Pong with this bitch. Watch this." With this he slammed is cock deeper and harder into my ass than he had before. The force of his deep thrust into my ass sending my body move forward and my mouth to go deeper onto the other cock.

The one in my laughed and said, "Yeah. I like that. But how do we keep score?" The one in my asshole said, "How about the first one to cum in this bitch wins." The guy in my mouth says, "Ok. I'll go first." He then slammed his cock back down my throat. I was pushed back onto the other guys cock, burying it deep in my bowels. The other guy moans and says, "Yeah that was a good one." He then fucks my ass with a good deep ram, sending me forward and deeper onto the cock in my throat. They then take turns fucking me back and forth. They pick up speed and slam both my holes for all they are worth. They both soon lose track of their game, and proceed with fucking me harder than before. 

After what seemed like an eternity of the assault, they both slammed their cocks all the way into me, and started cumming in both of my holes. I had one spewing cum up my ass, and another cumming down my throat. The cock in my throat was blocking my airway and left me no choice but to swallow all his hot cum. I slurped and sucked as fast and hard as I could, hoping to be able to breathe soon. I felt every spurt of the cock in my ass as it filled my warm ass with his hot cum. I will admit, after the rough anal pounding, the hot cum flooding my ass was a relief. The guy in my ass pumped my hole to milk his cock. I assisted him by clinching my ass muscles around his cock as he would pull out. When they had both finished and had cum all they could, they both pulled out, zipped their flies and walked away like nothing had happened. I was left in a sweaty heap on the alley floor, breathing heavy, with cum still dripping from my asshole.



Why: Why Me, Again?



It had been three weeks since I had been forcibly fucked by the two bikers in an alley. After they left me, I had gotten dressed and walked back to my off campus apartment. I was still sore from the rough fucking that my mouth and asshole had received. I took a shower and went to bed. I had briefly considered reporting the assault, but I had disregarded it. I knew I would have to tell the story again and again, and that was not something I was prepared to do. Over the next few weeks, my life had returned to normal. I wasn't looking over my shoulder anymore and the sound of a motorcycle no longer made me panic.

I was now walking home to my apartment, after a late night studying at the campus library. I didn't live in a bad part of town, and my apartment complex was very safe and secure. I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings, when I heard the sound of motorcycles driving down the road behind me. I didn't give them much thought, as I continued to walk the last block home. I heard the bikes as they drove past me, and briefly saw both riders turn to look at me as they passed. A sense of dread began to rise, as I saw both bikers then nod at each other and then one bike pull to the side of the road about ten feet in front of me. The other bike kept going and turned around the block.

I had came to a top and was looking at the biker who had stopped in front of me. I felt my breathing pick up, as I slowly recognized him as one of my attackers from three weeks before. I guess my face showed my fear, because the biker laughed as he said, "Yep. I knew I recognized that ass. I gotta say, you handled our cocks very well, boy. Care for an encore performance?"

I could barely speak I was so terrified. I was able to stutter out, "I haven't told anyone. I just want to go home."

The biker laughed again as he dismounted his bike and took a step towards me. I was frozen in fear, as he said, "Now is that anyway to greet someone? I thought you would be grateful. You never came back to the bar. Dan and I have been wondering if we would run into you again. What's a cute piece of ass, like you, doing going home alone? You could be having a lot of fun. How about we show you?"

I had finally unlocked my feet and turned to run away, as I shouted, "No!"

I got one step away from him, before I ran smack into his buddy. I looked up into his smiling face and recognized him as my other attacker. Dan had apparently looped around the block to cut off my line of escape. He immediately grabbed me around the waist and placed a hand over my mouth. I muffled out a scream, as I felt his buddy grab me from behind, to help secure me. Dan was still smiling when he said, "Hey cutie. I guess you do remember us. Where you think you're running off to? What do you think, Ben? He wasn't meaning to be rude was he? He was just overwhelmed."

I was now being held securely between them both. I felt Ben's leather encased hard cock pressed against my ass. My eyes were now wide in fear, as I guessed there reason for grabbing me again. I tried to struggle, but they had a tight hold on me. I felt my body slump as I realized, that I wasn't going anywhere. My head drooped slightly. Ben then whispered into my ear, "You live in those apartment's, don't you boy?"

I nodded slightly. Dan then asked, "You live alone?"

I again nodded in answer. I didn't want to get beaten up, and I knew they had me overpowered. I had no chance of getting away from them now. Ben then stepped away and got back on his bike. He drove towards us, and smirked as he patted the seat behind him, saying, "Come on. We'll escort you home. No telling who you might run into this late at night. Climb on, you can ride bitch."

Dan then walked me to Ben's bike and pushed me to sit down. Ben then said, "Now don't get any funny ideas. It would be a shame to bruise that face of yours."

I again nodded. Ben then nodded to Dan, as Dan turned and walked back to his bike. Ben then began to drive towards my apartment complex. The fast acceleration, forced me to grab onto Ben for stability. I hear Ben laugh as I did this. I knew what was likely to come from this, and I was wracking my brain looking for a way out. Ben turned into the complex and asked which building was mine. I briefly considered lying, but knew that was only prolonging this and would probably lead to them getting mad and possibly hitting me.

I pointed out my building. Ben and Dan pulled their bikes into a parking spot, and we all dismounted the bikes. Dan then grabbed me and said, "Now just take us in, nice and cool and casual like. Don't make a fuss. You don't want to make us mad, boy."

I nodded and led them into the building ahead. I used my key card to get us in. The front desk was closed after hours, so we were alone as we walked to the elevator. I again used my key card to activate the elevator, as we rode up the ten stories to my apartment. Ben was roughly groping my ass cheeks in the elevator and kept remarking, "Damn, I missed this ass."

I kept my head down the whole ride up. I then exited at my floor and led the way to my apartment. It was dark inside as I let us all in. I was not surprised that we didn't run into anyone else on our way here. I usually was the only one getting home this late. This apartment complex was mostly housed with families and older single people. It was a little too costly for college kids. I had been lucky to be able to pay my way in. I had a full scholarship to the college from the swim team. So I could use my money to live in a better accommodation, than a dorm room.

All my lights were out, as we entered my apartment. I quickly turned on the lights in the living room area. I was unsure what to do, and just stood there waiting. Ben then smacked my ass and said, "Well, looks like we got ourselves a rich boy. You come from money, boy?"

I stuttered out, "No. I'm in college on a swimming scholarship. The apartment was a gift from my parents, because of my grades and all that."

Ben put a leather gloved hand on my shoulder and held me still, as Dan walked around the apartment, looking at my furniture and got the feel of the place. I guess he was looking for any weapons or roommates, that I may have lied about. He seemed to satisfy himself. He then walk back to the living room and looked at me up and down. Dan then asked, "You know what comes next, don't you boy?"

I stuttered again saying, "I don't have any money. My folks aren't wealthy. I don't even have a car. I just walk everywhere and eat at the campus on a meal plan." 

I was rambling now. I knew what they wanted, but I didn't want to say anything. Ben and Dan both laughed at this. Ben stepped forward and grabbed his cock through his leather pants, saying, "Oh, we don't want your money, boy. Strip!"

I know my face showed shock, because Dan then said, "Don't look so surprised. We fucked your asshole and mouth once. Did you really think we wouldn't do it again? Now Strip!"

I backed up a pace, my mind racing, as I begged, "No. Don't do this again. Please."

My outburst seemed to make them happy. They both laughed as Ben sat down on my couch, saying, "Now, now. We can do this the easy way and have you strip, or we can do this the hard way and have us strip you. Your choice, boy."

I looked from Ben to Dan with wide eyes and fear. Seeing no other option, I hung my head and began to strip. I kicked off my shoes, then took off my shirt. I then undid my pants and slid them and my underwear off. I stood before them naked, as they smiled and watched. Dan then walked behind me and smacked my ass, as he laughed saying, "Oh yeah. There's the ass I remember."

Dan then walked over and sat beside Ben on the couch and said, "Get on your knees and crawl over here."

I sank to my knees and crawled to them as ordered. Ben then grabbed my head and forced it into his crotch, saying, "Now lick my cock through my pants, boy."

I began to lick his crotch. All I could taste was leather, so I was not too put out. Ben held my head there as he moaned. I was surprised he even felt me through the thick leather. Or maybe he just liked to watch me. I continued using my tongue in a up and down licking motion of where I could see his hard cock bulging in his pants. Dan then pulled my head to him and had me do the same. I began licking his crotch, as I had Ben. Dan also moaned as he watched me.

Dan then said, "Ok, boy. Now take my cock out. I want to see you suck my hard man cock."

I reached up and unbuttoned his pants then pulled the zipper down. He was not wearing any underwear, so his hard cock popped right out in my face. I didn't get a good look the last time, but now I could see his cock was very long and fat. He then pulled my face to his cock. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his hard cock. I began to bob my head up and down as I sucked his cock.. Dan moaned loudly, as he gripped my head. I used my tongue to lick his shaft and cock head, as I continued to suck. I felt my mouth being stretched around his wide cock.

Ben then pulled my head back to his crotch, saying, "Mine now."

I unbuttoned his pants and pulled his zipper down, to reveal his hard cock. Ben was just as big as Dan, but his cock head was twice as big. Ben forced my head to his monster cock. I again felt my mouth stretching to accommodate this large hard cock. Ben forced me to bob my head faster on his cock with his hand on the back of my head, as he moaned. I felt Dan stand up off of the couch. I briefly feared he would shove his cock up my asshole, like before. Ben then pulled my head off of his cock and pointed back to Dan.

Dan was looking down at me as he and said, "This should make it easier for you. Now get back to where you belong, boy." 

I again took his cock in my mouth and began to suck up and down his shaft. Dan then grabbed my head and said, "Here, let me teach you how a boy should suck a man's cock."

He then forced his cock all the way into my throat. My mouth was stretched painfully as his cock head was now buried in my throat. My nose was jammed into his pubic hair and I felt his balls on my chin. Dan then ordered, "Now swallow my cock boy."

I swallowed and felt my throat muscles as they moved over his cock head. Dan moaned louder, now. He kept me like that, his cock buried in my throat as I continued to work his cock head with my throat. With his monster cock in my throat, I was unable to breathe and began to panic, but then he pulled my head back until only the cock head was in my mouth. I gasped and sucked in as much air as I could. Ben then said, "Now suck his cock head, boy. Use your tongue and really work that man cock."

I did as ordered. I sucked Dan's cock head and used my tongue to lick all around. I then licked up his piss slit, and tasted some precum. Dan moaned even louder. He then began to pull my head back and forth, making me suck his cock shaft. I put a lot of effort into sucking his cock, thinking that if I just sucked them off, then they wouldn't need to fuck my ass again. I figured sucking their monster cocks and having them shoot their loads down my throat, was better than them ravaging my asshole again.

Dan was really moaning now. He had both hands on my head as he guided my head to the pace and depth that he liked. I felt his cock twitch in my mouth, as I felt his already enlarged cock head grow slightly. Dan then rammed his cock back down my throat, as the first shot of his hot cum erupted down my throat. I was unable to move as Dan held my head completely still. I just concentrated on swallowing as fast a s I could. Dan shot load after load of his cum straight into my stomach, as I continued to swallow. My swallowing around his cock head was massaging him very well and milking all of his cum into my throat.

Dan removed his cock head from my throat and shot his last load into my mouth, saying, "Have a taste, boy. Wouldn't want you to miss out."

I felt his hot cum shoot into my mouth, I quickly swallowed. Dan jerked his cock with his hand, working out any excess cum into my mouth. I felt the last of his com flow onto my tongue and tasted the salty man seed, before I swallowed it. Dan pumped his softened cock a few times in and out of my mouth. I was expecting him to go completely soft after he came, but his cock stayed semi hard. I felt his hand stroking my head, and looked up as I continued to suck his softened cock. Dan was smirking at me again, as he watched me sucking his cock.

Ben then said from the couch, "Ok, boy. Now it's my turn. Come work this cock."

I felt Ben pull me off Dan's cock by my arm, until I was kneeling in front of him. He was relaxed on my couch. His monster cock was aimed right at my face. He smirked as he guided my mouth onto his hard cock. I opened my mouth, as his enormous cock head was forced between my lips. I felt a moment of panic, as he suddenly thrust in all the way into my throat. His cock head was so big, that taking in into my throat actually hurt. I swallowed involuntarily, making Ben moan loudly.

I then began working Ben's hard cock as I had Dan's. I withdrew his cock head from my throat and began sucking and licking across it with my tongue. Ben moaned loudly as I ran my tongue over his piss slit. Apparently they both loved it when I did this. I accepted that I was going to have to suck him off as well. I still figured it would be better, than taking either of them up my ass again. I realized that Dan must have been the one who fucked my asshole last time. I didn't think I would have been able to walk, if I took Ben's monster cock up my ass.

I then began to bob my head as I sucked up and down Ben's cock shaft. I used my tongue to lick up and down his cock, as I continued to suck him. Ben moaned again, as he placed his hand on my head and guided my head to move faster up and down his cock shaft. Ben moaned out, "Use your hand to jerk my cock in your mouth, boy. Any play with my balls too."

I complied and began to use one hand to stroke his cock and jerk him off, as my head continued to bob up and down sucking his hard cock. I used my free hand to massage and stroke his balls. Neither of these guys shaved or trimmed their pubic hair, so my nose and chin were being tickled my the course hairs. I was thankful that both of them at least bathed or showered regularly. The only thing I could smell or taste was the usual sweat and leather, that must come from wearing leather pants. Ben was moaning loudly now.

I felt the couch dip slightly next to Ben. I looked over and saw that Dan was sitting next to him, stoking his semi hard cock as he watched my sucking cock. Dan was smirking at me as he said, "That's right, boy. Work that hard cock. Show us you know how to suck a man's cock."

I continued to bob my head up and down, as sucked the massive cock in my mouth. Ben continued to push my head down, as he made me suck him faster and faster. Every now and then, Ben would thrust his hips upwards, burying his cock head in my throat. I was grateful that I never gagged, because he seemed to like to do this. I figured they would not me happy if I gagged a lot, as they enjoyed burying their cock heads in my throat. My own cock was semi hard. I was not turned on, just accepting that I had no choice in this. 

Ben was now thrusting his hips up into my mouth faster and faster, as he continued to force my head up and down on his cock. He began to moan louder and louder. I knew he would soon cum. I felt his balls draw up closer to his cock, as I felt his cock twitch and his cock head grow slightly. Then Ben shoved his cock head right into my throat and held my head steady. My eyes now went wide, as I felt his cock head jammed into my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, as I attempted to relieve the pressure.

Ben then moaned loudly, as I felt the first shot of hot cum erupt from his cock head and flow down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could trying to work Ben's cock, as he continued to shoot spurt after spurt of his hot cum down my throat. With his giant cock head buried in my throat, I was unable to breathe. I began to panic, as I felt Ben continue to hold my head down on his hard cock. Ben was still pumping his cock in and out of my throat, as he milked his cock of all of his cum. His hard cock was so long, that he was able to keep his cock head buried in my throat, as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. 

I tried to push off of his cock, but Ben held me still. I felt tears run down my face as I was still unable to draw breath. Finally Ben let me draw my head back onto his cock shaft. I sucked in a large gasp of breath, from my nose. Ben looked down at me and said, "Keep sucking, boy. Suck out all my cum, or I'll shove it back down your throat."

I bobbed my head up and down as I sucked his hard cock, as hard as I could. I continued to jerk his cock into my mouth and massage his balls. Ben had his head leaned back, as he enjoyed my mouth working his cock. I tasted the last bit of Ben's hot cum, as I worked his cock clean of his man seed. Ben was now slowly stroking my head, as I continued to suck his softening cock. His cock was much easier to suck, now that he was not fully hard. I sucked and jerked his cock, as Ben's moaned loudly.

I then saw Dan stand up. He walked behind me and said, "Now, let's have some fun in this cute ass."

I released Ben's cock from my mouth and turned my head to see Ben holding his now fully hard and big cock in his hand. I stuttered out, "But you came. I sucked you both off. I did. Last time, you only came once."

Dan laughed as he began to strip off the remainder of his clothes, saying, "Last time we fucked you in an alley. We had to be quick, so no good Samaritans would come by and try to save you. Now, we have all the time we want."

I was panicking again as I begged, "Please don't fuck me. You're both too big. Please. I'll suck you off again. I'll do a good job. I'll swallow again too. Just not that."

Ben then grabbed my head and forced me to back at him, as he said, "Trust me, boy. It'll be much better if he fucks you before I shove my monster cock up your cute ass. He'll get you nice and loosened up, then I'll have my go with you."

I was still begging and pleading, as Dan knelt down and positioned his hard cock head against my puckered asshole. Ben took a hold of my arms and head, and held my still. I was attempting to struggle, but Ben held me still. I felt Dan begin to massage and work my asshole with a wet finger. I tried to clinch my asshole to keep him out, but he forced his finger up my ass and tried to loosen me up. I then felt him remove his wet finger, as I felt his hard cock head press against my asshole. I whimpered as I felt him begin to push into my tight asshole. 

I felt my asshole being stretched again, as Dan forced his cock head into my ass. I felt a "pop" as his hard cock head finally worked it's was past my asshole and into my ass. He let his cock head rest for a second, just inside my ass to allow me to get used to the feeling. I whimpered, as I felt him begin to push inch after painful inch of his rock hard cock into my ass. Dan kept a steady but slow pressure as he finally came to a stop with his whole hard cock buried in my ass. I felt his pubic hair tickle my ass cheeks and his balls com to rest against my own.

I had tried to relax my breathing and will myself to relax all of my muscles. I thought if I relaxed, then I would be able to accept his hard cock up my ass, without at much pain. I felt my asshole stretched tight around his cock shaft, as he repositioned himself behind me. He then grabbed my hips and began to pull his cock out of my ass. I was still trying to relax my breathing, as I felt his cock come to rest with just his cock head inside my ass. Dan then gripped my hips tighter as he pushed his hard cock back into my ass. My asshole felt like it was being stretched to the limit.




Why: Why Me, Again?



Dan then moaned loudly as his hard cock came to rest all the way inside my ass. It felt like my ass was completely full of cock, as I let out a deep breath. Dan laughed as he said, "Just relax and take it. Once I'm done with this asshole, it will feel like a tree trunk is in your ass when Ben get a hold of you. The memory of my cock fucking your tight asshole, will seem like a dream come true when you feel his monster."

I whimpered again, as Ben continued to hold me still. Dan then withdrew his hard cock again, until only the head was inside me. I sucked in a deep breath, as I felt my self relax a little. Then Dan grunted and shoved the entire length of his hard cock right up my ass. I gasped loudly as I felt the deep intrusion. Dan laughed as he then set a fast, deep, and hard pace of fucking my ass. I felt my body being pushed against Ben, as Dan deeply fucked my ass. I would suck in a breath as Dan's cock was removed from my ass, then fell it forced out of my lungs as his hard cock buried itself into my ass.

Dan set a gruelingly fast and deep pace, as he continued to pound my ass. I heard my breaths coming out as deep guttural moans, as each breath was forced out of my lungs. Dan had a tight grip on my hips, as his cock rampaged in and out of my ass. Dan was grunting loudly and really slamming his hard cock as hard and deep as he could into me. I felt his cock bury itself in the depths of my ass and right at the beginning of my intestines. My body was being wracked by his thrusts, as I felt his balls slapping against my own. I knew it would only get worse as Dan worked himself up to orgasm. After Dan was done with me, I knew Ben would not be any gentler as he fucked my asshole.

I knew Dan had been right. When I felt Ben shove his cock up my ass, I would probably be split in half. I felt Ben's cock begin to harden again, as my upper body was held tightly against his lap. I was leaned over Ben's lap and being held still, as Dan fucked my ass roughly from behind. I looked at Ben's now rock hard cock with dread, as I tried to think of a way out of having that monster shoved up my asshole. I then submissively began to lick his cock head.. I then took his cock in my mouth and began to suck as fast and hard as I could.

Ben moaned loudly, saying, "Ah, this boy misses having a hard cock in his mouth. Look, I didn't even have to tell him. He must really like the feeling of sucking a hard cock."

Dan laughed at Ben's logic and said, "I don't doubt he likes to suck cock, but I think he just wants to get you off before you rip his ass apart with that monster. Sucking you off was probably the only thing he could think of to keep you out of his ass. Smart thinking, kid."

Ben then grabbed my hair roughly and pulled my mouth off of his cock with an audible slurping sound. He then forced my head up so I was looking up at him, as he scowled down at me, saying, "Boy, I admire your fast thinking, but this hard cock IS going up your asshole. You might as well accept that fact."

I whimpered, as my body was still being wracked by the force of Dan's hard thrusting cock in my ass. I begged, "Please, let me suck you off again. You're too big for my ass. You'll split me in half. I'll do a really good job. You liked it last time."

Ben then smirked at me, and said, "Sorry boy, but you are going to have this monster fuck your asshole until I fill you with cum. Don't worry, it won't end there. Dan and I have nowhere else to be tonight. We can stay here and fuck you all night. When we leave, you'll have all of our hot man seed pumped into your asshole and mouth. But if you really want to suck on something, here suck my balls."

Ben then forced my head down onto his balls and shoved them into my mouth. I whimpered again. His balls were very big and hairy. But Ben held me there, as Dan continued to slam into my ass, until I began to suck and lick his balls. I finally came to grips with the fact that these to leather clad bikers would do with me whatever they wanted. I lowered my eyes in shame, as I continued to suck his ball. I felt my whole body continuing to be slammed forward as Dan fucked my ass as hard as he could. All I could hear from Dan, was his grunts of exertion and the sound of his crotch slapping against my ass cheeks, as he continued to fuck my ass.

I was busy sucking Ben's balls and Dan was having a field day fucking my ass, as a disturbing thought finally hit me. They both now knew where I lived and that I lived alone. They could come back whenever they wanted. I would be a constant source of pleasure for them, anytime they decided they wanted to use and abuse me. I wondered how fast I could move out. I thought about the excuses I could tell my parents about why I needed to leave one of the best apartment complexes they could find. I did not want to become these two rough bikers' personal fuck toy, but I couldn't tell my parents the truth.

My inner dialogue was cut off, as Ben suddenly pulled his balls out of my mouth and stood up. I was slightly confused. I knew that Dan was still fucking me hard, with no sign of slowing down or cumming so soon. Ben then smirked at me as he took off the rest of his clothes, turned around and knelt on the couch in front of me. His hairy ass cheeks were now right in my face. I was slightly confused, but Dan suddenly thrust his cock so hard and deep into my ass, that my face was forced right up against Ben's ass crack.

Ben brought a hand back to my head and said, "Go on, boy. You want to keep licking something? How about you lick my asshole."

He then forced my face between his ass cheeks and held me there. Dan was still pounding my ass as hard as he could, grunted out, "You heard the man, boy. Lick his ass. I want to see you bury your tongue up his ass. I licked your sweet asshole, before I fucked you last time. Now you can return the favor. Get started!"

Every time Dan had been speaking he had roughly thrust his cock deeper and deeper into my ass, making my face rub up against Ben's asshole. I sighed and Ben moaned as felt my warm breath on his asshole. I was again thankfully for the cleanliness of my attackers. All I could smell was leather and sweat. I stuck my tongue out and have his puckered asshole a testing lick. Ben moaned again feeling my wet tongue teasing his asshole. My tongue was then forced right into his ass, as Ben pushed back into me and Dan shoved his cock deep and hard into my ass.

I began to lick in an up and down motion, as I got used to the act I was being forced to do. Ben moaned again, as he enjoyed the feeling of my tongue inside me. I then began to work my tongue left and right, causing more moans from Ben. I continued to rim his asshole, as Dan continued his rough anal pounding of my ass. I then began to work my tongue in and out in a thrusting motion, tongue fucking Ben's asshole. I felt his asshole clinch around my tongue, as I did this. His moans had groan in volume now.

Dan was furiously slamming his long hard cock in and out of my ass. I could feel his deepest thrusts force his cock head into my intestines. I let out a deep guttural grunt every time I felt his cock head enter my insides. I then changed back to an up and down motion with my tonguing of Ben's asshole. I began to hit his prostate. Ben now moaned loud and deep every time I swept my tongue over his swollen prostate. Ben's moaning was mixed with my guttural grunts and Dan's deep grunts, as I was still forced to lick Ben's asshole while Dan fucked me hard and deep.

Dan then began to pick up more speed. I guessed he would soon cum. My licking of Ben's asshole was becoming difficult, as I was so roughly fucked from behind. Ben laughed and turned around, saying, "Don't worry, boy. It won't be long now. Just think, pretty soon Dan is going to fill your ass with his hot man seed. Then I get to have my turn up that cute ass. Are you looking forward to taking my monster cock up your asshole."

I moaned out, "No. You're too big for me. I can't handle you up my ass."

Ben laughed as he said, "Oh don't you worry. I will have plenty of Dan's hut cum to use a lube, when I slide my cock up your boy hole. And I think from now on, you should call us both "Sir." That has a nice ring to it. Its always best for a boy to be respectful of real men. What's Dan doing to you, boy?"

I grunted out, "He's fucking me, Sir."

Ben smirked at my answer, saying, "Where is he fucking you, boy?"

I again grunted out, "He's fucking me up my ass, Sir."

Ben had sat back on the couch , now. He then placed my head in his lap, as he told me, "I want details, boy. I want you to describe what he is doing to you. I want you to tell me exactly how it feels when a man fills your insides with his hot cum."

I hung my head, as I realized they wanted me to describe my degradation. I grunted out, "My asshole is burning, Sir. It feels like he is stretching my asshole tight."

Dan answered me saying, "Oh, I am stretching your asshole tight around my hard cock, boy. Keep talking, while I fuck you."

I gasped out, "I can feel him pounding my insides. He's so deep, too deep. I feel like he is punching my guts, every time he pushes inside me."

Dan smirked as he enjoyed my description, knowing that Ben's cock would be even bigger than his own. Dan felt his balls begin to pull up and his cock head become super sensitive. He knew he would soon fill this little boy's ass with his hot cum. Dan and Ben had done this often. There was nothing better to them, than roughly tag teaming a boy. Dan's grunts and moans had grown steadily louder, as his cock was driven deeper and faster into my ass.

I felt Dan's cock being forced into my intestines, as he inched closer to cumming. Finally Dan gripped my hips with all his might and jammed his cock all the way past my ass and right into my intestines, as I felt his cock twitch. I was held in place as I felt the first spurt of cum shoot right into my insides. I imagined my intestines being filled with his hot cum. It felt like he was doing just that. I felt Dan's cock erupt into my bowels with a flood of his cum. His cock jerked every time it let out another spurt of man seed.

Dan had stopped moaning now, and was letting his cock fill my insides with his cum. With a final moan, he began to slowly pull his cock out. I felt him thrust his softening cock a few more times in and out of my ass, as he milked his cum out. I felt a few more spurts of his cum fly into my ass, before it stopped. I hoped that his cum, would offer some relief and lubrication when Ben started to fuck me. I was breathing slower now, with my head still in Ben's lap as he continued to stroke my head.

Ben was looking down at me as he said, "Tell me what you feel, boy."

I moaned out, "It's not as bad now, Sir. But I can feel all of his cum inside me."

Ben laughed as he said, "Tell me what it felt like when he came inside your ass, boy." 

I breathed out, "I felt it every time he came, Sir. It felt like a flood of cum inside me. I don't think there is a lot of cum in my ass, Sir. I think he pumped it too deep."

Ben laughed as he said, "Oh, boy. There's no such thing as "too deep," inside a boy's ass. I bet you like the feeling of that man seed inside you, boy. I bet it's soothing, to your sore asshole. And now you're nice and loosened up. Plus a little cum for lube, and you're ready to take my cock."

Ben then stood up, as I flopped my chest down on the couch. Dan was still slowly pumping his softened cock in and out of my ass. Dan moaned out, "You're in for a treat, dude. This ass is nice. I could fuck him for hours. I bet I could keep pumping this asshole, until I got hard again and just keep going."

Ben laughed, as he walked behind me. Ben said, "Oh, I'm sure you'll get that opportunity. You should come over here some night and fuck him. That way you can have him all to yourself. I know I plan to make it a regular thing to fuck this boy."

Dan finally let his cock slide out of my asshole, as he gave his place to Ben. I felt my asshole close shut, as it was now empty. I was beyond exhausted, as I felt Ben's monster cock head touch my asshole. I could barely move now, so trying to struggle was out of the question. Ben smirked as he looked at Dan, saying, "Why don't you grab a hold of this boy? He may have some trouble dealing with my hard cock."

Dan nodded and sat down on the couch in front of me. He took hold of my arms and shoulders as he placed my head on his lap. I laid limply across him. Ben nodded as he began to force his massive cock head into my asshole. I winced and whimpered as I felt his giant cock head pressing into my ass. I felt my body tense up, as it felt like his cock head would rip my asshole apart. Ben kept a steady pressure pushing his cock into me. Dan was now holding me still, as I felt Ben's cock head beginning to pass past my asshole.

I let out a deep breath as Ben's monster cock head finally passed my asshole and came to rest inside my ass with a satisfying "pop." I sighed in relief. Ben kept pushing his hard cock deeper and deeper into my ass. I kept waiting for him to bottom out, but it seemed like his cock just kept going. I felt a deep pressure inside my ass, as Ben's long and thick cock filled my ass completely. My body tensed again as I felt his oversized cock head enter my intestines. I let out a deep grunt as I felt his cock head pushing into my insides. He finally came to rest deep within my bowels. 

I felt his thighs resting against my ass cheeks and knew he was now all the way inside me. My asshole was stretched even wider than before. Dan had not been this deep when he started fucking my ass. I knew that Ben would be able to drive his cock even deeper when he began to fuck me hard. I was hopeful that maybe Ben would just fuck me in slow strokes, but I figured it was a forgone conclusion that I was in for a rough and deep anal drilling. Ben moaned as he enjoyed my tight asshole wrapped around his thick hard cock. 

I was still trying to will myself to relax and loosen up. Ben, thankfully, allowed me to relax for a bit before he started to slowly pull his cock out of my ass. He was slow for now, but I knew he would soon be fucking me hard. These two seemed to have a passion for fucking young boys deep and hard. I felt Ben's big cock head come to rest just inside my asshole, as he had pulled the rest of his cock out of my ass. Sighed in relief, but it was short lived. Ben then began to push his hard cock back into my ass. 

I whimpered and winced again, as I felt Ben's cock once again come to fill my ass. His cock head pushed back into my intestines, as he pushed the remainder of his massively hard and long cock deep into me. Dan was still holding me still, as Ben began to pull out again. He once again came to rest with just his massive cock head inside my ass. I then felt Ban grip my hips tightly and position himself for better access to my ass. I took in a deep breath, and then felt it being forced from my body as Ben's hard cock was forced deep into my ass with one quick hard thrust of his hips.

Ben smirked as he said to me, "Ok, boy. Time for me to fuck you."

Ben then began a steady pace as he drove his hard cock in and out of my ass. I began to take a breath every time he withdrew his cock from my ass, then exhale as he drove it back into me. Ben began to pick up his pace, as he fucked me deeper and faster. I felt my own breaths coming out as deep moans, when I exhaled at the force of Ben's hard thrusts into my asshole. Dan said to me, "Tell me what you feel, boy. Describe how it feels to have that monster cock inside you."

I could barely breathe properly, but I moaned out, "It hurts, Sir. He's too big. I can't take this much cock."

Ben laughed as he continued to fuck me, saying, "Oh, then this should really make you scream."

Ben then began to thrust his hard cock deep into my bowels as hard and fast as he could. I felt his cock head plunging into my intestines every time he drove into me. My guttural moans had grown in volume, as I felt like he was driving his cock towards my stomach. My body was once again being wracked forward with each deep thrust from Ben. My upper body was being pushed onto Dan's lap, as Ben fucked me hard. Ben was now lost in his own pleasure as he was deeply fucking my boy hole. He was moaning and grunting, as he drove his hard cock fast and hard deeper and deeper into my insides.

I felt his cock head being forced deeper than ever, as Ben picked up the speed of his thrusts. My deep grunts had grown faster, as I felt myself being taken forcefully by this monster cock. My body was being shook at every hard thrust. My own cock was semi hard and swinging freely, as the force of Ben's thrusts caused it to slap my stomach as it swung beneath me. I was gripping Dan around the waist involuntarily, as I sought to steady myself. I felt Ben's balls slap my balls every time he would plunge his enormous cock into my ass.

His cock head over filled the width of my ass. His cock shaft was hard as a rock. I heard his grunts and moans grow louder, as he picked up the pace of fucking my ass again. My grunts came faster as I felt each thrust drive the breath from my lungs. The sounds of my grunts, Ben's moans, and the slapping sound of Ben's thighs hitting my ass cheeks filled my apartment. I feared that this would become a regular situation for me. Considering what they had told me and what they had been saying to each other about fucking me on a constant basis, I felt my fears were justified. I hoped that them "tag team" fucking me would happen rarely. I was not sure how many multiple ass fucks I could take from them. I felt myself hoping to entertain Dan more than Ben, as I could handle his hard cock easier. Thinking this made me realize that Dan had been right, I was thinking back to his fucking me and preferring it. 

I knew that they would do with me what they wanted, but I was hoping that their fucking me would be just a once every few weeks occurrence. I was, however, hopeful that I could convince my parents to let me move somewhere else. But I was also slightly consoled by the fact that I had to let them into the building, and if I was more careful of my surrounding, maybe I could avoid a "next time." Ben was now really pounding my ass. He had increased the speed and depth of his thrusts, so that now I could barely breathe properly as I felt his enlarged cock head plunging so deep within me that I would swear his cum would shoot right into my stomach.

My breathing was approaching hyperventilation, as Ben's cock was pummeling me ass. I tried to control my breathing, and relax somewhat. I briefly thought that it I hyperventilated to the point of actually passing out, then maybe it would be better for me. The thought of being unconscious and completely helpless to these to l rapist bikers had me terrified of what could occur. Not that I could stop them anyway, but being able to voice my opinion and protests at least had me force myself to stay conscious. 

Dan began to taunt me again by having me describe my degradation, saying, "Keep talking, boy. I want to hear you describe what you feel."

I sobbed out my pleas, "He's too deep. It hurts too much. Please, slow down, Sir. Please."

My begging seemed to have the opposite effect on Ben. He then grunted out, "Oh, I love it when a boy begs. They always think I'll have mercy on them. Tell me boy, did we have mercy on you in the alley when we bent you over and raped your holes? Do you really think this will be different?"

I sobbed out, "No, Sir. But, it hurts so much."

Ben laughed at my answer as he said, "Don't worry. Pretty soon I'll pump your insides full of my cum. You should be nice and loosened up when Dan fucks you again."

I gasped in horror, as I looked up at Dan and saw his smirking face looking down at me. Dan chuckled as he said, "That's right, boy. I'm going to have my cock up your ass again tonight, just as soon as Ben is done with you."




Why: Why Me, Again?



Dan then reached down and grabbed his, once again, hard cock and smacked me in the face with it. I felt a drop of precum hit my face, as I realized that he really intended to fuck me again. Dan was still smiling at me, as he said, "Your asshole should take my hard cock nice and easy, after Ben's monster has been inside you. I bet you even like it. I may even let you jerk your cock, as I pound that cute ass again. You can cum with my hard cock in your ass. Doesn't that sound nice, boy?"

I stuttered out, "No, I...I can't take this again. I won't be able to cum with either of you inside me, Sir."

Dan shrugged saying, "Suit yourself, boy. But I am going to fuck you again. Better that you accept that fact. Don't worry, by the time Ben and I get done with you, you will long for us to fill your ass with our hard cocks. I bet you even look forward to us fucking you. In fact, I bet you are looking forward to me fucking you right now. Don't worry, I will, boy. I think I'll come over here any time that I want to fuck your cute ass."

"I'll have you missing my cock in your ass, in no time. Just imagine how nice it will be when we have you nice a trained to love our hard cocks plunging into your ass."

I denied this, saying, "But I don't like being fucked in the ass, Sir. It hurts. Why would I want to do this again?"

Ben grunted from behind me, as he continued to thoroughly slam my ass, saying, "Oh, boy, you will be a nice and docile little fuck boy, when we get you trained properly. I know you don't like it when we take you, right now. But you will learn to love it when we have our way with your ass. All our boys over the years have learned to be good little boys when we shove our cocks up their tight asses."

I was terrified of what they intended for me. I couldn't fathom actually loving being ass raped by these two bikers. How could I grow to love this? It felt like I was being ripped apart. Ben stopped taunting me now and resumed his attention to fucking me ass. I felt every plunge of his cock head as it buried itself in my bowels. I knew what they said was probably true. At least the part of them fucking countless other boys over the years. I also was certain that they intended to fuck my ass as much as possible.

I wondered how often I would be subjected to such degradation of having them fuck my boy hole at their leisure. My only true was moving and having them loose interest in tracking me down again. I wondered if them finding me tonight was bad luck on my part or if they had actually searched me out just to fuck me again. I dropped my head onto Dan's lap in despair, as I realized that they had probably tracked me down. Could I be any safer somewhere else? Would they punish me worse if I tried to hide from them? I was lost to my inner thoughts as Ben continued to enjoy my ass.

Ben could now feel his orgasm drawing nearer. He smirked, as he began to grip my hips tighter and pull my asshole back and onto his cock, driving his massively hard monster deeper and deeper into my ass. I felt myself go limp over Dan's lap as I accepted that I was completely helpless. My asshole had been stretched so much, that it was no longer hurting to the extent as when they started. My body was still being pushed forward forcefully by Ben's hard thrusts, then pulled back into him once again. I felt my body moving forward and back with increasing speed, as Ben approached his orgasm.

Ben's balls began to pull up and his cock head's sensitivity increased. He was plunging his cock as deeply as he was able to now and he knew that soon he would flood my insides with his hot man seed. He smirked as he thought about how much fun he and Dan would have with me over the coming weeks and months. He knew that Dan would make fucking me ass a regular thing, probably several times a week. Ben preferred to use a boy once or maybe twice a week. That way the boy could recover from one hard ass fuck to the next.

Ben knew that if he fucked me as much as Dan would, then my asshole would soon be so stretched that the fun would be gone for them. Dan, on the other hand, could pound my ass as much as often as he wanted, with no long lasting effects, other than turning the me into a submissive little fuck boy, of course. Ben knew that Dan's sexual proclivities and over developed sex drive, caused him to fuck like a bunny. A leather clad, over sexed, boy raping, biker bunny.

Dan was already fantasizing about all the fun he would have with me. He was making plans for the next time, and numerous times after that. I was still limply laying bent over Dan's lap as Ben fucked my ass hard as he neared orgasm. I felt Ben's thrusts pick up speed, as he worked himself up to cumming. My moans had grown quieter, as I had been fucked to beyond exhaustion. Ben was really working my hole with determination. Ben knew that his second orgasm in so short of a time, was always powerful. I was in for a surprise at the power of it. 

Ben felt his cock twitch, as his cock head grew even bigger. He then slammed his cock as deeply as he could and he half moaned half screamed. I was startled by the force of the plunge of Ben's cock, and screamed in surprise. I felt his cock head plunged far deeper than ever. I then felt a huge eruption deep inside me intestines, as Ben unloaded his massive amount of cum. I felt every spurt, as Ben spilled himself into my insides even deeper than Dan had. My face was contorted in pain and discomfort, as I felt Ben's huge cock head buried deeply in my bowels. 

I felt Ben spray load after load deep inside me. He never stopped cumming. I began thinking that he was actually peeing inside me, judging my the amount of fluid being pumped into me. But I knew it was just his massive amount of man seed, that I was feeling. I finally sighed in relief, as I felt Ben's softening cock being withdrawn from my ass. Dan seemed to misinterpret my moan, saying, "Yeah, you like when we fill you with our man seed, don't you boy? You feel better now that you have hot cum pumped up your ass. That's the way a boy should feel. Always happy to have a man pump them full of hot cum. Makes you feel loved, doesn't it? Makes you feel whole."

I couldn't speak, which was probably a good thing. I doubt they wanted to hear, how much I really heated all of this. I felt relief that, at least for now, this assaulting of my ass was over. I simply whimpered, as I lay there exhausted. Ben pumped his softened cock a few more times in and out of my ass, to work out all of his excess cum. He then moaned as he let his cock slide out of my asshole. My asshole was slowly trying to close, but I felt I had been stretched too far. Now my asshole was gaping slightly as it attempted to shrink back to normal.

Ben flopped back onto the couch, as he caught his breath. I was breathing hard still, as I tried to fully relax. I tried to clinch my asshole shut, put only managed to tighten up a bit. My asshole was still gaping open. I hope that after tonight was over, that I would be able to get my asshole back to normal. I made a mental note to search the internet for ways to help me along. I was sure that male and female porn stars, hookers, and sluts probably had this same issue. I just hoped I could find a good source of useful information. 

My thoughts were interrupted as Dan smacked my face with his hard cock. I looked up and immediately opened my mouth, thinking he wanted me to suck his cock. Instead Dan simply shook his head, saying, "Nope. Climb on up here, boy. I want you to ride this hard cock."

I hung my head, but began to rise up to my feet, as I whimpered out, "Yes, Sir."

I then climbed up on top of Dan, and guided my asshole down onto his rock hard cock. I am ashamed to admit that I moaned, as I felt my asshole easily accept his long hard cock. I guess anything felt better now that Ben's monstrously hard cock was out of me. I slid my asshole all the way down his cock and came to rest sitting on Dan's lap. I took a second to position myself properly and get used to this new setting. I hardly realized it, but without instruction I began to rock my hips back and forth working his hard cock in and out of my ass.

Dan and Ben both laughed at my immediate action, but said nothing as I continued to fuck myself on Dan's cock. My eyes were closed and my arms were around Dan's neck for added stability. I felt Dan grab my ass cheeks and help guide me to picking up the pace. Knew what was expected of me, so I simply complied and began to rock forward and back faster. My breathing was calmer now, as I was able to take this hard cock mush easier. I didn't realize it until I moaned loudly, but Ben had bent his head over and engulfed my cock.

I was shocked that I was moaning and groaning at the pleasure of his mouth on my now hardening cock. I continued to work my ass up and down Dan's hard cock. My moans and movement increased, as I learned that by moving my hips faster I could work not only my ass up and down Dan's cock faster, but also my cock in and out of Ben's mouth faster. I moaned at the pleasure of having my cock sucked. I began to work my hips as fast as I could, desperate for my own release.

Dan's hard cock in my ass was all but forgotten as I continued to work my cock in and out of Ben's mouth, as he sucked my cock greedily. This was the first time either of them had offered me any pleasure of my own, and I grasped it. Dan smirked as I rode his hard cock. He knew how much Ben loved to suck a boy's hard cock. Dan had never stooped to giving any pleasure to a boy, besides his own hard cock in a boy ass or mouth. Ben however had a taste for boy cock. Dan didn't understand that. In his mind, a boy was used for giving pleasure. Dan took what he wanted and gave only his cum. What did he care if the boy was happy, as long as he did what he was told?

Dan grunted as he felt his balls begin to tighten. He knew he would soon cum up my ass again. He was content to allow me to work his cock. I was in my own world. After taking Ben's monster cock up my ass, Dan's cock was a happy reprieve. I also felt a great pleasure coming from my prostate. Riding Dan's hard cock in this position caused his cock to stimulate my prostate with every thrust of my hips. I began to work my ass up and down faster, as my cock was also worked in and our of Ben's sucking mouth.

I felt my balls tighten and my asshole clinch, as I neared my orgasm. I hadn't cum for over a week. I had been so busy, that personal time had not been possible. This build up was now growing. The thought of warning Ben of my approaching orgasm crossed my mind, but I was worried he would stop. I was not about to risk him stopping, as he continued to suck me off. My hips had now reached a fevered pace of movement. I was moaning loudly as I neared my goal.

I threw my head back and moaned loudly as I felt my cock explode in a burst of cum. All of my muscles clinched. Dan was sent over the edge by my asshole clinching around his cock. He moaned loudly as he too began to cum. I felt the, now customary, feeling of Dan's hard cock filling my insides with his hard cum. I was a little surprised. I had completely forgotten about his cock in my ass, as I had worked towards my own orgasm. Ben was still moaning, as he sucked the last of my cum from my softening cock.

Ben was definitely an expert in sucking cock. I now collapsed against Dan's chest, as I came down from my post orgasm high. My breaths were coming in fast shallow gasps, as I attempted to calm myself. I concentrated on deep breaths to get myself under control. Ben had removed his mouth from my cock, and was now slowly stroking his massive hard cock. I felt Dan slowly lift me up and deposit me back on the floor on my knees, with my upper body laying across my couch.

I barely heard Dan, as he said to Ben, "He's all your's now, dude. I bet you can fuck him deep and hard now, and not hear a whimper out of him. Too bad. I love it when they beg and plead. Always makes me hard when a boy begs me not to fuck him."

Ben smirked as he stood up, and took up position behind me. He then sank to his knees and positioned his giant cock head at my gaping asshole. I was completely lost in my own world, as I felt Ben begin to push his cock into my ass. I was glad for all of the previous stretching of my asshole, because now I was able to take Ben's huge cock head without even wincing. Ben didn't start out slow this time. He simply shoved his cock in balls deep and fucked my ass deep and hard. I simply lay there, half way on the couch as Ben plunged his hard cock into my ass deeper and deeper. I felt the force of Ben's thrusts moving my upper body forward and back across the couch.

I just took it without complaint. I was beyond attempting to plead for mercy or struggle. Ben was moaning as he battered my stretched ass. Ben knew that my asshole would soon contract again, once I was no longer being stretched my such massive cocks. He smirked as he imagined the next time he would fuck me. He knew I would be nice and tight again. Ben also knew that Dan would be fucking my ass, as often as he could. Ben briefly wondered if they should come to an arrangement on who got to fuck me when. But that was a conversation for later.

Ben had a grip on my hips and was pulling my ass back to meet his hard thrusts, as he plunged his hard cock deep into my intestines. I was amazed and aghast that I had gotten used to being forcibly taken by these two leather clad biker rapists. I knew that this would probably not be the last time that they would pay me a visit. I felt my head droop as I realized that I had no choice in the matter. My parents would never pay for a new apartment unless I told them the truth, which I was too ashamed to do. I knew that I couldn't get a job and pay for a new apartment, I was too busy with school and the swim team. All of this was moot, because I doubted I could hide from these two anyways, they had already shown me that they could track me down. 

I lay there in silence as I felt Ben continue to fuck my ass as hard and deep as he wanted to, knowing that until they got tired of me, I was going to have to relive this as often as they pleased. I felt a tear fall down my face as I came to the understanding that they enjoyed forcing me to submit to them far too much to let me go. I knew they intended for this to last an long as possible. Ben was oblivious to my inner ramblings, as he had now worked his cock into a good rhythm and was closing in on his next orgasm.

Dan had gotten dressed and was now rummaging around with my clothes for some reason, which I wouldn't find out until later. I was consoled with the fact that at least tonight was almost over. Ben was now really working my ass, as he thrust his hard cock as deep as he could. I heard his grunts and groans increase in volume as I guessed he was nearing his next orgasm. I quietly sighed, as I continued to lay there and take it up the ass.

Ben was working his cock so deep, hard, and fast. He wanted to really work my ass. He knew that this was his last orgasm before they left, and he wanted to fuck me as hard as he could. My eyes had started to glaze over, after my recent realizations about my situation. I heard a deep guttural grunt come from my throat every time Ben would slam his cock deep into me. I was surprised when I realized absentmindedly that the sound was actually coming from me. It wasn't a moan of pleasure or pain, but every time I felt that huge cock shoved being shoved deep into my insides my exhale came out as a loud grunt.

Ben was completely focused now, as he felt a familiar tighten of his balls. He then slammed his cock head into my ass as deeply as he could. I let out a loud grunt, as I felt his cock plunge into my bowels. I felt the now customary flood of hot cum erupting into my insides, as Ben drowned my intestines. I was still lying there limply, as Ben continued to pump his cock in and out of my ass desperate to milk all of his man seed into me. I continued to lay across my couch and take what Ben gave me.

With a final grunt of satisfaction, Ben let his softened cock slide out of my asshole. I felt a relief, as I was now completely free of that massive cock. Ben began to stand up and get dressed. I fell exhausted onto my floor in a heap, as I panted and got myself back together. I watched as Ben dressed himself, like nothing had even happened. Ben looked pointedly at Dan, and Dan seemed to answer an unspoken question with a brief nod. They then looked at me and smirked, as Dan said, "Well, boy, It's been loads of fun, but now we gotta go."

Ben and Dan then walked to the door and started to leave, when Ben turned to me said, "Don't worry, boy. We'll let ourselves out. See you soon."

They then left and shut the door behind them. I continued to lay on the floor, as I tried to grasp what I was to do next. I finally got up and went to my bathroom. I took a hot shower, and sighed as I felt the hot water flowing over me. I kept waiting fearfully for them to return, but they seemed to actually be gone. I got out of the shower and dried off. I put on a pair of boxers and collapsed into my bed. I was asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. I woke several times throughout the remainder of the night and nervously looked around my bed room, still expecting to find at least one of my attackers had returned. But I was still alone...