Rusty Grows Up - Chapter 20
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All Good Things Must Pass - Chapter 20
Russ and Toffee get on real well, Russ is infatuated with him, Toff has a great calmness to him, an aura almost, plus he's a fast worker, he's got the cabins and rooms cleaned to the schedule always ahead of time.
Toff looks stunning, just wearing short beach shorts and a polo, the only polo Russ could find was way too short for Toff, who at 6'4" is a big guy, tall but lithe, like Roy but without the extra asshole. The shorts accentuate his long thighs, and do wonders for his crotch. Tasteful but obscene with his treasure trail disappearing into his polo shirt.
Treaks runs around helping Toff, together they are a great team. Russ knows this and although the quieter fall season is approaching he needs these guys for next spring else he'll end up managing a team of temporary workers which is difficult.
Toff is in reception early one morning picking up the room cleaning list, he's talking about getting back, to Santa Barbara, then finishing up the summer there and looking for work over winter, maybe at a trailer park, on security or in a motel.
Russ offers him an Treaks a job over winter and to next summer, with accommodation. He accepts gladly, his worry about his winter income over.
Toff runs through and jumps on our bed to tell us the news. The three of us are just really waking, Treaks joined us for a cuddle after waking up cold in Toffs empty bed.
Toff saw the scene and stripped out of his polo and beach shorts in a second and joined us. He's built like a younger, amiable version of Roy, he shares his Pa long hanging schlong and set back balls, his shoulders are not broad, his pecs are deep and cut low, pronounced, set atop wonky abs narrowing to his waist, then two nice solid cheek muscles and slender thighs supporting long lithe legs.
We scrunched together in the bed. One thing led to another.
`Mmm my three uncut beautiful guys, my mushroom head looks sorta outa place here' says Woody.
The delights of Toff were shared by all. Toff takes and gives in equal measure, something he's teaching Treaks to do.
I had three copius loads of spunk up my ass, and rushed to the bathroom, where I expelled the earlier delights.
All good things must pass, flicked across my mind, making me grin at the recollection of taking Woody, Toff and Treaks, Treaks complaining how he always got sloppy thirds.
We ran to the sea to wash and lol about in the waves. Then our stomachs rumbled and we ate with Russ in the bar, Woody cooking up a storm.
Russ reminded that it was time for Toff and Treaks to get to work, now they were behind schedule, and it's time for Woody and I to leave, it is with heavy heart that we do.
Woody going straight to work for Wayne, me to pack my bags and depart for Stanford.
We drive back, not in silence or subdued but talking about the guys we've met, places we've been, asses we screeed, asses we wanted to screw.
We drive the 101, cross the Golden Gate and stop in Sausalito, the visit on the way down seemed so long ago now.
The familiar towns come and go, San Rafael, Santa Rosa, Petaluma, Windsor, Healdsburg, Geyser and finally Cloverdale.
Although it's only been weeks it feels like years, Woody dropped me at Ma's, home for now until Stanford, my stomach churned at the thought.
I rang the bell, my key somewhere deep in a bag, safe, with my money.
Frank opened the door,
`Hey Chris, good to see you, come on in, drop your bags',
`Is a hug too much?'
He said. This guy who's dating my mom now in my house wants a hug?
`Sure' I said, we bro hugged, him more enthusiastic than I.
`Your moms at work, I'm taking a few days leave, it builds up and its use it or lose it. Moms separated your mail out into Stanford, bank and junk piles, on the counter. Let me fix you a coffee, hungry?'
I nod, a little overwhelmed by his presence and verbal onslaught.
`I do a mean omelette, cheese and ham OK? I'll make into a sandwich, we got some artisan bread in the farmers market',
I nodded again, speechless. The house felt different, I scanned the room, saw a new electric fry pan, a half a bottle of red, opened, cork pushed in at an angle, the living room had new cushions, a new rug, new floor lamps and a guitar on a stand.
`I'll just unpack my bag and get the crusty washing on!, I joked as Frank fussed around the kitchen.
I emptied the load in the tub and closed the lid, I heard the motor turn and the water gush.
I ran upstairs to the bathroom, and did my duty, I noticed two toothbrushes in the glass, I flushed and opened the bathroom cabinet, his razor was on the shelf.
I crept into Mom's room, remembering where the squeaky floorboard are, his clothes on the back of a chair, his shoes pushed under. His clothes in the closet.
`Ready Chris' he shouted.
He's moved in.
I ate the omelette sandwich, the sourdough was delicious, his coffee, fresh brewed, not instant.
I heard a car pull up outside, Franks car, Mom stepped out, opened the screen door and saw my outline through the glass.
`Chris, honey you're home!',
We hugged, Frank shuffled nervously.
`Can you get the bags from the car, honey',
We both moved towards the door, two men in the same house, two honey's, who's got dominance?
`I'll get them Mom' I said,
`No honey, Frank will, you tell me about your trip',
I started to tell her about where we had been whom we'd met, I saw her eyes glaze over, nodding along but not interested, it seemed like I was now in second place, behind Frank. I saw her eyes sparkle as he grinned at her as he brought the shopping in.
`Well Chris, we've got some news as well',
Frank stood behind mom on the sofa, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders,
`Frank has asked me to marry him',
Wow, congratulations', I sputtered, my stomach heaving, my head spinning, boom, there it was. I felt foolish, how could I not have seen it coming. . . . and he has moved in, his lease was up and we talked it through and well here we are, I'm so happy Chris',
`You deserve to be Mom', I said and hugged her, tears ran down my face,
`And look at you, you seem to have become a man yourself Chris, and now you're off to college, all you've dreamed and worked for', Mom said,
She stood proudly, her fine, erect posture, her delicate aristocratic features, her power. She has made it in the USA. Now to be married, to become a suburban woman with the trappings of America around her; home, car, devoted husband, successful son at a prestigious university, all laid out before her.
I got up and hauled my bag upstairs, laid on the bed and quietly wept. How could so much change in 6 weeks? I shouldn't have gone, I should've stayed working at Tonks.
Tonks, the pile of letters, I ran downstairs grabbed the mail and ran back up, Mom was canoodling with Frank on the sofa, `get a room' I thought but they have done just that.
I looked on my dresser, my swim cups and certificates removed from the lounge wall and dresser and put here in my space.
I looked through the mail, yeah the junk was junk, the bank the bank, and I ordered the Stanford letters by date, tucked in amongst was a letter from the Marjorie Tonks Foundation.
I opened it, it was confirmation that they've paid the tuition fees invoice and accommodation invoice sent from the bursars, and inside was a cheque for $5,000 for added expenses for general clothing, luggage, trunks, books and electronic devices. The tailors in Stanford will bill the foundation directly for my formal college attire.
The letter went on to say that you may wish to purchase a vehicle to aid travelling for the duration of the course, as such the grant available would be increased to enable the purchase of such a vehicle and gave a contact for McConnels in Healdsburg as my closest approved dealer.
My transportation grant would then cover maintenance and receipted fuel costs for the duration of the funding.
I found the letter from Stanford giving details of the start of term, a freshers program, details of my allotted accommodation and name of my roomie, a contact number and a brief profile.
I was reading away. I heard a familiar voice downstairs,
Hi Woody' says Ma, come on in, Chris is upstairs. Woody this is my Fiancé, Frank',
I heard a `nice to meet you' from Frank and then Woody, my dear Woodys voice,
`Well Mrs Mason, I'm sure happy for you, real happy for you both, wait till I tell my Ma, that's great news.',
And then a kiss,
`Oh Woody, we go back a long way, you and Chris you're like a part of the family and it means so much that you're happy for us, thankyou',
and what sounded like another kiss and hug,
`Look, you've made me cry, run along upstairs now to see Chris',
Seems like I'm in third place now after Frank and Woody.
`Hey Rusty, good to be back ain't it',
`What's all this, why the tears?',
He hugged me and I sobbed quietly into his shoulder, breathing in him, the familiar essence of Woody, my rock.
`Come on let's do the rounds, you cycle to my place and we'll head off up to the bluff, clear that head of yours, too much going on in there at the moment. Let's write a list of things you gotta do then we can set them in order'.
I'd calmed now, I write a list, I keep thinking of more.
Woody scans it,
`fuck Chris there's a lot to do here, but most we can do together like buying clothes, luggage and the like, hey what's this you snuck in, er buy a Jeep in Healdsburg, fuck Chis we can have some fun with all these'.
I fold the list, change into clean clothes, Woody giving me that shy grin, like he always does when I drop my boxers,
`Fuck look at you, all filled out, you look like a man in a kids room',
`Suppose I am, suppose we both are? Fancy a run to the bluff, rather than cycle to yours?',
`Yeah, so long as you wait for me, and don't get too far ahead',
`I might have lost it, 6 weeks is a long time without a run',
`Yeah but we found different er substitutions for exercise didn't we!'.
`Sure did, but thats exercising different muscle groups', I grabbed his cock in his pants.
`Come on, race you' I said.
It's hard work but I soon get into the rhythm, I gotta stop about half way up. I wait for Woody who's doing real good, he's a fit SOB no matter what he says, he tags my hand and keeps on going, steamroller Woody, huffing and puffing past me. I jog on, soon ahead of him,
I don't pause again but carry on, my lungs burning and we reach the top, behind us the forests, below us, stretching out is Cloverdale and miles of vineyards and farms, the poly tunnels glinting in the sun.
We stand, bent over, hands on knees, exhaling and inhaling loudly. We recover and sit on the rock, legs dangling, that jolt of electricity, energy or what ever as our splayed knees touch, hair on hair then skin on skin, bone on bone as we press harder.
He turns to grin at me, his sweaty, smiling face, his sparkling green eyes, his thick lucious lips. I lean towards him, tilting my head, his eyes close as our lips touch and we kiss, we break, laugh and he punches my shoulder playfully.
`Get out the list' he say and he scans it.
`OK here's what we do, no interruptions, tomorrow after a sleepover at mine is gonna be a day in Healdsburg. First stop get you some clothes, hangin' wear, next to nothing on wear, cruising wear, then smart casuals. Next stop after we dump the bags is food, we'll try Healdsburg bar and grill on the avenue, right opposite where we'll park. Then onto choose you a motor car. You sure you've got the dough?',
`Yeah, its a travel grant, I pay it now from the grant and then can claim gas and services until I graduate'.
`Cool, I can service it for ya!',
`Let's look first, see what they've got',
`Yeah one big enough to lay out in',
He grabbed my nuts,
`Fuck, I'm gonna miss you', he said
`These you mean', I said as he jangled my nuts in his palm.
`All of you'. This time he leant to me and we made out, I broke off, stood, my erection obscene, tenting my shorts, I held out a hand and pulled him up towards me, our cocks clashed together',
`Come on, we'd better run these off', I said save it for our sleepover',
I set off and heard Woodys ponderous steps behind me increase in momentum as we ran back.
`Should've brought the truck' he said as we got to the car park at the bottom of the hill.
`Not far now'. I said.
`You can shower and change at mine, I've still got some of your clothes I think', says Woody.
His folks were out. We stripped in his room. We hugged and I sniffed his aroma, acrid sweat then top notes of piss drops, then the deeper musk, of his ass. My Woodys ass.
A lump sprang in my throat at that thought of leaving him, and Frank and the wedding. I hugged him tighter, I sobbed again.
`I'll never call him Pa' I said,
`Well he ain't your Pa and you're not 12 and I don't think he'll want you to',
whispered Woody, sensible, sensitive Woody, as he caressed my back, his hands getting lower, my grip tightening, our bodies closer, pressed together, our dicks mashing.
He released, held my hand and we showered together, his shower, oh so familiar, his body, oh so familiar. We soaped each other up, I washed out his ass with my soapy hand sawing up his crack, he tensed his cheeks, gripping my hand as I did so, he turned and we made out, all soapy hands and smooth caresses, our cocks rigid, we embraced again, my cock head rubbing up his thigh as we hugged, taking me to the brink.
We made out again, his hand fell onto my balls, fondling them as we kissed. I copied, fondling his familiar big globes, my other hand reached his ass, my outstretched fingers pulled his cheek away opening up his crack.
`Oh oh, I know what that means, it means another shower after. Come on let's dress, cool down and look at motors on their web site'.
Woody found some trackie bottoms of mine that were too short in the leg and crotch, making Woody laugh.
`You'd get arrested seen out in those', he laughed.
He flung me an old pair of his and an old well worn T. I smelled them,
`Perv',
he laughed and he threw me his boxers, I sniffed those and put them on.
`Yesterdays, mmm nice idea' he said.
We laid on the bed, his laptop open, one tab with a porno from before the holidays and the Healdsburg website.
`Jeeps, here you go, man these are all pricey, how much you got?'
`Well three years travel grant is $30k, but then gas and services, say $5k so $20 to $25k I guess.
These are all show and shine cars, ex demos and lease ends, they oughta have a round the back' website for trade-ins, let's see what they have when we go in tomorrow.',
`Uncle Wayne knows Tim so we will be sure to let him know our lineage',
We searched for Jeep RV's and saw some cool conversions with pop up roofs that made into a double bed and solar panels for the hood and tables for cooking on.
`We could have so much fun in one of these, beats my tent on sticks in my truck'.
`Yeah but I'll miss the fold down seats, whoever thought of that was a sex maniac!'.
We cuddled and must've dozed, we heard his Ma come back from work,
'Woody' she called is that you?' as we came down the stairs, Rusty too, oh boys how I've missed this big lumbering hunk',
She kissed him till he dodged her, then my turn for a cuddle and slobbery kisses.
`Your never too old for a kiss and a cuddle, remember that boys. Mmm you two smell nice, what's that hiding?',
`Ma', Woody protested,
`Well let's get that all that spunky washing on, you boys think I don't know what you get up to',
Ma. No more, please', protested Woody. I'll do my own washing Thankyou',
`It's a big, square, white metal box in the Furnace basement, you put soap powder in it',
`Ha, ha, very funny Ma',
he picked up the empty basket and we went to get his clothes. I sorted through them, finding a crusty pair of boxers with spunky trails and a brown ass crease I folded them small put them in my pocket like a tissue.
`Man, you got some great spunk on these, who's is that?',
`Fuck how do I know? It's just proof we had a great time, let's relish the memories and get through this wedding and college and truck malarkey. I just wanna start work'.
`I'm nervous Woody, new place, new roomie, what if he doesn't like me?',
`Fuck, what if he likes you too much, what's not to like about you? Sexy, great fun, sexy, nice ass, sexy, uncut British sausage, sexy, bright, did I mention sexy?',
The damp cummy swim and sex towel is the last,
`I wonder how Treaks is getting on, he couldn't read you know?',
`Yeah I guessed so when he just copied what we were having when we ordered. The good thing is that the cabins are not far from Stanford. We can meet up if I can prize you away from your gorgeous, hunky roomie',
`Here, take a look', I showed him his resume,
`You looked him up on fb yet?'
`No, I thought I'd keep the surprise',
`OK, I'm not sure I would look before either'.
We started the machine and sat on the old sofa, the beat up TV and PlayStation, the basketball hoop real low on the wall.
`Jeesh, I could pee through that hoop now. We made so many memories down here, on this old sofa, you show me and I'll show you mine, my first blowjob, then camping out, laughing and playing touch till we fell asleep in our one bag zipped together'.
`I remember shooting my first load, right here in your mouth, you'd been spunking for ages, I felt so far behind',
`Well my Pa always did say I got balls for brains, looks like he was right',
No, you'll do well, I can see it now Woodys Auto Repair Centers' all over California. Your tag line if it turns, I can fix it'. Lawnmowers a specialty'.
`Yeah old Tonks has done us well hasn't he',
`I think he wish he had done one of us!',
`Chris! Ypou think so?', says Woody surprised,
`Yeah he's a sweet old bloke but I see his eyes sometimes, tracing my cock',
`Hey that's my job!' Says Woody.
`Come on let's ride over to the store, see how he's doing',
`He'll rope you in for stacking shelves!' I said,
`Nah, we passed that baton on to gangmaster JoJo, he's got every kid he knows working at Tonks, he gets a slice of their wages!'
`Fuck he'll go far, why didn't I think of that?',
Yeah but you'd have missed out on the Mrs Tonks charity' or whatever it's called',
`You're probably right Woody, brains for balls',
I squeezed them and ran upstairs. He followed, Woody grabbed his keys and we were out of the door.
`I can drop you back at yours on the way and you can change',
`Mmm tempting, but I might disturb the love nest'.
Tonks was pleased to see me and Woody, we got a bony hug, we told him where we'd been, friends made, sanitised of course.
JoJo was working hard getting stock ready, planting fall planters for autumn colour, we watched, he's quick.
Worst thing I ever did was putting him on piece work. I said I'd pay $1 a time but he negotiated me up to $2, I still don't know how he did it, something about if you've none on the shelves then you've no money in the till, so pay me more and I'll make more, win win',
`Where did he get that from?' Laughed Woody
`see that's $4 he's made in the time taken to tell the story, he won't stop to make anyone a drink or take his breaks.
We left Tonks.
`Don't be a stranger' he said and shook my hand firmly.
I was gonna thank him again for the scholarship but thought back to him saying it was his wife's not his and who is chosen is not his either. I'm sure he will get updates. I'll talk about everything but money with him'.
`Let's go to Picks for a burger, my treat' I said,
We ordered and got a table, We got the 14oz Mondo burger with chilli cheese fries, 8oz Onion rings, and root beer floats each.
We ate laughing and dribbling, a few guys acknowledged Woody and I. I was stuffed, we'd skipped meals on vacation, it felt good to be stuffed. Woody read my mind.
`Come on let's get home, get to bed, have some fun and get a run in tomorrow morning, nice and early in the cool and I'll drive you to Healdsburg'.
Sounds like heaven.
Tbc