Rusty Grows Up - Chapter 19
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Toffee and Treacle - Chapter 19
We swim until the sun sets, Woody is very personable, he chats with anyone and he looks to be very popular in the hot tub, holding court, grown men and boys hanging on his every word.
Me, well i'm not so personable, a bit shy, a bit nerdy actually, I feel people have got to get to know me before I appear wholly normal.
I stay in the pool, swimming lengths. Roy joins me and I slow to his pace, we swim side by side. I do my 35 again. We relax in the shallow end. We sit on the poolside, close, thighs touching, legs splayed, getting the air to our balls, the sun on our backs. Chatting and laughing at stuff.
Roy's upset about Treacle, he says it's a stage he's going through, puberty does all sorts to your body. Roy's sad because he thinks Treaks will just take off like he says he will when he's eighteen. He can't be too mad at him because that's just what he did, but he'd hoped for better for Treaks, maybe he'll follow Toffee, he's sure missed him since he left last year.
We went to the steam room to get the chlorine out, Roy says it makes you infertile and impotent over time.
`You oughta be careful, all those swim miles attacking your sperm!',
Yeah, my poor sperm, thinking they're gonna end up creating instead of being lodged up Woodys ass, them squealing I didn't sign up to this' I squealed,
We laughed,
`Yeah but don't feel guilty, there's a billion sperm in that teaspoon of life. They're mostly doomed anyways, heck I gotta be careful, if I walk past Alicia with a stiffie, she falls pregnant'.
`Well after this afternoons show in the hot tub, if she has a redhead don't come looking for me'.
`I think we've enough kids now, I just gotta have faith in her body clock'.
I heard Woody tell the punchline of one of his tales and the guys laugh.
Then a shout of `OK, swim race, count me in losers' from Woody.
`Hey thanks for the chat Rusty' says Roy. You have some fun, I'm gonna get the Yurt ready for us'.
We saw Treaks watching from the onion tent, he raced over and leapt onto Woody for a piggy back. I was willing my dick to behave, but he's such a great looking kid.
`Hey Rusty, you swimming?',
`Sure, but let's get the rules sorted before we start this time',
as I looked at Treaks, he jumped off Woodys back and came over,
`Sorry about that, I'm a complete asshole sometimes and that was one of them, are we pals and can I sleep in the yurt?'
`Yes we are friends and ask Roy about sleeping',
I said and he hugged me, tight, grinding his pelvis into mine and he kissed me, passionately.
Whoa boys' said Woody what's the game Rusty?'
`Ok, this is freestyle, 4 lengths, each length a different stroke, anything you like, crazy even but has to be a length. Four fastest go to a second heat'.
`Who's in?',
Their hands went up, I counted,
`OK that's 2 X 8 and 4 fastest times go to a knockout final of two lengths of your choice of stroke, OK, all agreed?',
`I'm not swimming this one, else I'd just win it, so I'll be judge.
`OK, you eight swim first', I made sure Roy and Treaks were in separate teams.
Roy and a couple of fit dads plus his son, Russ got through the first heat.
Next was Treaks, Woody, Treaks pal, Stone and his bro, Rock,
They lined up, at the turn it was Treaks and Woody battling it out, Stone and Rock were closing the gap, putting pressure on Woody and Treaks.
Woody took the lead but Treaks came back finding strength from somewhere to pip Woody to the post. He beat the water with his hand like an Olympic champ. Woody high fived them all.
`Jeesh, beaten by a scrawny runt',
said Woody causing Treaks to chase him over the field, Stone and Rock followed and we witnessed a naked wrassle as the sun set on the young bodies, flexing and grunting obscenely.
Roy came to watch, I explained what Treaks had apologised, that he'd recognised he'd acted like an asshole and asked if he could sleep over? But I said that was your decision',
Roy gulped, `gosh you two guys are such a good influence on my boy, Thankyou', he hugged me,
The 10 minute closing bell rang and we all went to shower, last hugs and dick pumps with the guys as the day tickets leave. The place thins out, just the families now, a few stragglers hoping to get lucky and us.
We got our clothes and went to the hut. Roy held Woodys hand, sorta selecting him. Treaks looked across at me, held my hand and grinned.
`I've been wanting this night' he said quietly.
`Me too'
I said and saw his semi soft dick pulse with my words.
Hey guys', said Treaks, Me and Rusty are gonna head for his tent',
I looked at Woody and shrugged, he grinned and gave me his `thumbs up' sign, as Roy walked ahead, Woody is obviously happy with Roy for tonight.
I couldn't do with the drama of Roy', said Treaks, it's always all about him and he's a fucking sex maniac, he'd have had us all twice by dawn'.
`Ah knowing Woody, he'll give him a good run for his money on that score, his bunghole won't know whats hit it' I said,
`Yeah, about time his mangy ass was ploughed to submission'.
We laughed and threw the towels and clothes down. Both naked and boned in the dark tent, his teeth as white as his coral necklace. We made out on the mat, exploring, no rush to move on to the next stage, content, like it is with me and Woody.
`I fucking miss Toffee so badly'
he said quietly, then sobbed into my shoulder, his chin on my swimmers pecs as he quietly sobbed and sobbed. I twirled my fingers through his hair and caressed his back, his skin so soft and smooth, a coating of fine down like hairs on his back and up to his nape. His cock now soft pressing into my thigh.
His sobs turned to a snore and he was asleep, all that swimming I guess, and maybe he's on his guard all the time with primadonna Roy, at him verbally and his ass all the time.
I felt great that he chose me to relax with. I pulled up the thin bag over our bodies and drifted off, picturing his beautiful body, flexing, proud and erect in front of me.
I woke with the same image, it was dawn, light breaking through the tent, the front flap opened.
I saw Treaks butt flex as he pissed against the rock. He shook and ran back in, I flipped the bag back revealing my naked body, my arms held wide and high, my fingers beckoning him towards me.
He flopped down on me, his body cold for a second then his heat coming through as his cock hardened between us. We made out, his hands all over me, my rubbing his back as we ground our cocks together. I tried to flip him, tried to take his ass, he's strong, he resists, we grimace, his body taut, his arms flexed, firm at the side of me, his cock tight against his abs, his balls just scraping my thigh.
Gotcha' he said smiling, I've been waiting for this',
I purred, my body relaxed under him, under this perfect package of sinew, muscle and bone, his coral necklace hanging down, tickling my neck, he grinned, As I swung my arms around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist and he rose higher, lifting my ass off the mat, the cool air invaded the warm space.
He lowered me and he knelt, lifting my legs high onto his shoulders, he spat and coated his cock, a mix of his precum and spit, he pushed at my pucker, I resisted, then bearing down I deferred and his cock slid in.
I moaned out a `fuuuuuccckkk' as he travelled the full length, then rocking gently, pressing at different angles, getting comfy in his new space.
He started to move, slowly then finding the angle that I liked, he pounded me, not bashing into me, but braking before the slap and push and not pulling right out either, he'd got the measure of me, like my ass ring was his hand, gently exciting him, as he built and built and built.
`Out please',
I whispered knowing he was close. He pulled out and bent forwards kissing me as his cock grazed up my abs to completion, his seed spurting out with each grunt as I smelled his spunk, tipping me over as I arched my back and shot along with him.
He flopped on me, his face by my shoulder, his nose on the mat, his breath hot as he recovered.
He laughed as he rocked his body, squishing our loads around then span over.
`Fuck that was amazing' he said,
I managed a `yeah', my ass hole burning subsiding, my bladder telling me to do something, rapidly..
I wrapped the towel around me and ran to the restroom, I found a stall, sat down and exploded, a guy a few doors down chuckled
`better out than in'.
He was correct. I finished up and started to shower. I was waiting for the water to heat up and in strolls Treaks,
Hi Treaks' the guy says to him as he leaves good night?',
Treaks grins, `and you?',
'Rosie Palm dropped by',
`Better than nothing, See ya',
We showered and Woody came in, almost bow legged. We heard him do his stuff and he joined us.
`Fuck, I didn't get a wink of sleep, Roy's like a dog with two dicks, I almost lost count of the times I nailed his ass'.
We dried on the damp towels and headed back to our tent.
I boiled the water and we had an instant coffee and shared the easy oats. We sat in the tent, naked as the sun came up.
Treacle stayed the next two nights as our sandwich filling, between Woody and I in the tent.
We swam and sunbathed all day, resting in the hot springs sulphurous water, no more Men's nights but tonight is an early night as its Mom's night.
Roy is pissed off as Treacle told him to fuck off when he asked him to help look after Pudding and Pie.
We drove in the truck to get some food and beers for tonight, our last night here. We heard the women laugh and sing and caught a glimpse of them all naked, splayed out in the water.
We stayed in the tent, away from Roy and the kids. The pint of rum ended a boozy night, we took each other as we liked and slept off the liquor.
Morning came, we pissed off our morning wood against the hedge.
`Better get packing', says Woody.
`Sit down a moment, I've had an idea' I said.
`Why don't we try for work, something like the lodges that Toffee is working in?'
`Great idea, maybe Toffee knows a place near the coast where he works, we could always try that first? Says Woody.
`Fuck, you'll see him before I do, that ain't right, I'm his bro'. says Treacle.
Woody and I looked at each other and the connection was made. We nodded without speaking.
`Well come on with us, you'll be able to get a job too, there's room in the truck and you're good company. Join us, let's seevwhat happens?'.
He jumps up out of the tent and dresses quickly.
`I'll be back in five minutes, don't leave without me'.
We struck camp, cleared the ground and were loading up the truck when Treaks, Alicia and Roy walk towards us with pudding and baby Pie.
Alicia kisses Treaks, `This is fate, your predetermined destiny, go my angel, my star',
and she kissed him. Roy just shook his hand.
That was it. Treaks slung his hold-all in the back, Woody strapped it down.
Nothing more was said, they stood and waved as we drove off.
`Ma just rummaged in her hold-all and gave me an envelope, she said it was my birth certificate, I'd need that to get a social security number and an ID, that was it, almost eighteen fucking years and that's it, no keep in touch, no tears, nothing but a kiss on my forehead, I can still feel the warmth now',
I hugged him as Woody drove on. We were silent.
We hit the 5 and travelled south, the freeway was busy,
Woody says `I aint turning off, let's get some miles between that bozo Roy and my bunghole',
We laughed, Treaks opened up and said he'd had a postcard from Toffee, postmarked Santa Cruz, CA.
`Fuck, well that where we are headed',
says Woody as Treaks hollered a `yahoo'. The windows wound down, the hot air billowing in as we jacked up the radio and sang along to the corny tunes, helping each other out with forgotten songs as we sort of sped along in Woodys old truck.
I looked across, Woody had his hand on Treaks knee like he used to do with me, flashing us both grins. Treaks arm wrapped around my shoulder, hugging in to me, bliss.
`You got any dough?' Said Woody as we got out of the van at a stop outside Redding, in Anderson.
`Here's what I brought with me', his voice cracking a little, he took a deep breath
'I got $100 from Roy, plus my wages from pool cleaning that I hid in my fanny bag, that's about $700 plus the clothes I'm stood up in and a photo of Ma, Toffee and me, before Roy came on the scene'.
`That's more n enough to build on' says Woody, boosting the boy,
`you just gotta get a job real soon else I'll be paying ya to blow me'.
We head in to the cafe and order, `this is on me' says Woody, as Treaks is looking worried at the menu.
`It ain't the money it's knowing what to order, I ain't never had a burger, a sausage or a steak',
`Ma was a strict vegetarian, Roy was a vegan',
`Venusian more like' growled Woody, clutching his ass cheek as we sat.
`So, let's make it easy', I said.
I'd sensed his reading wasn't up to much, that's fucking hippy home schooling for you.
`There's a veggie option of a pancake stack',
`Fuck no, I'll have what you're having',
`Sure?' Woody says.
He nods.
The waitress comes over, `morning fellas, what can I get you, I'll bring over coffee, and then get your order, if you're ready',
`No need Ma'm, we'll have three lumberjack breakfasts please and coffee',
`I'll be right over with your coffee',
She gave Woody the eye and sashayed off.
You could have her' says Treaks, I saw the signs',
`Ain't I a lucky guy, but who needs her when I've you two handsome hunks to satisfy my every desire?',
The chair behind scraped as the guy got up, threw us a dirty look and went to pay.
`Something I said?' Laughed Woody.
We refuelled and refreshed after Vittles Cafe, we hit the #5 or the Cascades highway as it's called and headed south.
`Follow signs for Sacramento but come off at the 505, probably signposted San Jose', I said.
Another couple of hours passed and we were in the thick of the traffic. Treaks massaged Woodys shoulders to ease the stress as he drove, Woody was groaning and rocking his head side to side,
`Oh man who taught you that?',
Oh loads of guys, we have Massage Mondays, you missed that but at least you got the nekkid night, or boys and bums night' as Ma used to call it and I met some real bums at the camp'.
The 505 became the 80 and the 37 as we skirted SF,
`This looks familiar, hey it's the 101' I said,
`Yes sir, not far now. I'm just following my nose. Says Woody.
We pulled into the cabins. Woody walks confidently in, we see Russ behind reception, he barely looks up,
`Sorry no rooms left, just cabins'.
`That's exactly what we want, you got that one right by the naked ass boardwalk mister?',
Russ looks up
`Hey man good to see ya, you should've called ahead. Gramps is away seeing my Aunt May, whos ill, so I'm in charge but what with the reception, the bar work, the fucking cleaning, cooking and laundry I'm run ragged',
He checked the bookings,
`Yeah that cabin was vacated this morning but ain't been cleaned yet, and they complained about the hot water shower pump not working. I got one in the main area but it's all kiddies and milfs'.
`Give me the keys for the beachfront one, Treacle here will clean it, I'll serve on the bar, and Chris here will do reception, how long do you want us to stay?', says Woody,
Russ looked at Treacle, eyeing him up and down
`how about forever? But if not two weeks should cover it, I'll pay you the basic rate and deduct for the cabin, how's that sound?',
Treaks ran at him and hugged him, then asks,
`where are the linens kept?'
`OK, let me get you the keys for the ones to clean. There's a cleaners closet at the back of number 4. You'll find a stack of bed linen and towels plus cleaning equipment, a brush out first, a quick mop, surfaces cleaned, fridge checked, cushions arranged',
`Here's the keys for yours, plus cabins eight, five and two who all checked out today, could you clean yours last in case I get a booking in between? Woody, here's the register code, the bars pretty well stocked and you can clean the kitchen whilst I show Chris the ropes here, oh and thanks guys',
`I'll leave you to unload and park up, be back in five minutes', says Russ,
`Yes boss' we shouted in unison.
`Fuck two weeks here and getting paid, ain't he something', says Treaks, his cock chubby.
`Yeah let's dump our bags, I'll park the truck and we can start working'. Says Woody.
We fell into the routine and over the weeks the four of us became a well oiled machine. The customers commented on the atmosphere, cleanliness and service.
Woody owned the bar and kitchen, making sandwiches and the like, serving drinks, chatting to the customers, getting good tips.
Treacle cleaned the cabins and did the laundry. It's what he liked doing, I suspect it's because no reading or writing was involved. He balked at any suggestion of reading and he'd no doubt run off if we challenged him about his poor schooling.
Wayne fixed the water pumps and dodgy electrics in the cabins.
I made a spreadsheet for room bookings and reservations, with a printed daily schedule so we knew when guests were arriving and which rooms and cabins were available. I pushed this data into the website, helping people select and book on-line.
Gramps had to stay on for Mays funeral and sort out his sisters belongings and her house. He said was pleased we were there and that Russ needn't deduct for accommodation or food.
Staying here certainly helped the budgets. We ate a simple breakfast, no more breakfast grills and pancake stacks, just hot oats and honey, lunch would usually be an omelette burrito cooked by Woody, so we could eat it at the counter, and supper would be at about 8 o'clock when the bar cover came in, Russ would then cash up, print the next day's schedule and lock up.
We'd be in the cabin, the doors flung wide open and probably naked or just in shorts. The big bed took all three of us and we exercised off our lusts and feelings, close to each other, respecting wishes.
Russ was worried about Gramps, being too old for the work But not admitting it. He was still in Mountain View, living in what was Mays home, she married well but was childless so Gramps inherited. He don't say he's missing the work. Russ has taken well to being boss, he does the accounts with help from Chris and uses an agency for payroll.
Treacle is fretting about Toffee, they've contacted each other, Treaks bought a used IPhone and him and Toffee have been WhatsApping each other, Woody and I hear the laughs and grin at each other.
Woodys gone all romantic on me, he'll twirl his fingers through mine as we walk together, Treacle running back and forth like a youngster as Pa and Pa walk the boardwalk, or he'll often brush my nape if he's stood behind me making me shiver.
On our days off we'll sleep in, maybe have a shagathon until we are all spent, then walk out butt naked on the boardwalk to see what talent is about. Treaks is good at beach volleyball and is soon a very popular addition to the group who play most afternoons. Russ sometimes joins in and the guys will have a few beers and a smoke in the dunes. Woody feels responsible for Treaks and frets when he's out alone, naked in the dunes.
Toffee says to Treaks that he has a bunch of leave to take, he's moved jobs and is now working as a Room Services Assistant at UC Santa Barbara vacation centre, servicing blocks of flats. It's only about 8 or 9 hours away and he's arranged to take the FlixBus from Santa Barbara to Santa Cruz where Woody will pick him up.
Russ is ok with Toffee staying in our cabin, however the cabin next door is actually free and so he can stay there with Treacle so long as they leave it clean and launder the sheets etc. This gives Woody and I a bit of together time.
Treacle is beside himself, and sets off with Woody, they get in late and we hear chattering as the cabin next door is opened and Treacle and Toffee come over to meet us. We shake hands rather formally, then Woody breaks into a big hug with Toffee and I do the same.
`Thanks for looking after my bro, it's good to have him away from that snake Roy, you've been so good to him',
`He's a great kid, you should be proud of him',
We hug together then Treaks, grabs Toffees hand and drags him away.
We hear sporadic laughing from the cabin next door as we lie together, Woody and I in total bliss and afterglow. Woody kisses my shoulder, turns and is soon asleep. I lie awake, the sound of the surf, the wind billowing the drapes and I feel my stomach turns as I thought about Stanford.
TBC