Crazy for Chad - Chapter 13 by Dennis Banneker
April 22, 2006 StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
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CRAZY FOR CHAD
by Dennis B. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
Chad Allison, 17 Michael Stentworth, 16 Alicia Stentworth, 39
Phil Haggerty, 17 Kyle McElroy, 15 ______________________
After Chad left, I went to the kitchen to help clean up.
Mom went on and on about cars and football and Chad. I felt good that she was so happy about this.
"Football is really complicated. And Chad's such a good teacher," I said, caught up in the moment.
Mom dried her hands and turned to me with her arms at my shoulders and her warm smile. That always made me feel good.
"You really like him, don't you, Michael."
"Um, yeah, mom." ________________
CHAPTER 13
After the kitchen was clean, mom and I watched TV together. We didn't do that often, but she'd missed me and wanted me to hang around before I disappeared to my room. We're good talkers and get along fine. I guess that happens when there's only one parent. Besides, I always felt comfortable with her. My mother always listens to what I have to say and is very understanding.
I didn't pay much attention to the program and started thinking about Chad, his father, and the upcoming dinner at Chad's house. Then I realized something that I knew in the back of my mind but hit me suddenly--Chad's mother had died, and so had my dad. I wasn't thinking about a marriage because mom says she wants to stay single, and Chad told me his dad says the same thing.
Besides, our families are very different. Mom has everything in the house just so, and our relatives are mostly professional types. Some of them are a little too fussy for me, but I tend to be neat and I'm glad Chad does, too. Chad's ancestors are farmers, and his house is nice, but his dad doesn't do all the picking-up and organizing like my mom does. They wouldn't get along living in the same house.
"Hey, mom? I just thought of something. Chad's missing a mom, and I'm missing a dad."
"Yes, Mike," she said with a smile, "I've thought of that. You're not trying to play matchmaker, are you?"
"No way. I was just thinking." I felt dumb for saying anything. I didn't have a good reason for bringing it up.
"Mike--you know I think the world of Chad and his family, but his father . . . He's a wonderful man--salt of the earth. I don't mean to be judgmental, but . . . I guess it's fair to say he and I aren't on the same page in so many areas."
"I know, mom."
"All right," she said, looking relieved. "You look tired, honey. I think you need to go off to bed."
"I need to check my email and do some other stuff. I don't feel that tired, honest."
"Okay, Mister bundle of energy. Just get ready for bed and do what you need to do. And don't--"
"I know, mom. I won't stay up late," I said, getting up and giving her a quick hug.
"Mmm, you smell good, Michael."
"Oh," I said, taken by surprise, "thanks."
I blushed on my way upstairs, wondering if the smell was Chad's cologne. I'm sure some of his scent rubbed off on me. I hadn't used any of his cologne, but I didn't think it would be a big deal if I had. I supposed guys can use each other's after shave and cologne sometimes.
I sat at my desk, debating whether to check email or call Chad. When I reached for the phone, it rang. And it was Chad!
"Hello?"
"Hey, helper. What's up?" he said, his deep voice tickling me over the phone. Then I realized we never talked on the phone that much.
"Um--you called ME. I think I'm supposed to ask YOU that," I said, grinning like mad.
"Hehe--I beat ya to it, Mikey. I thought we could just shoot the shit or whatever."
"That's all?" I said, wanting to get a rise out of him. I was pressing my luck, hoping for more.
"Fuck, no. If you gotta know, I miss my little guy."
"Ohhhh," I said, thrilled that I got a better answer than I'd expected, and felt the heat flow into my face.
"I bet you're blushin now."
"Um, yeah." He made me blush more.
"Shit. Wish I could see your face, man."
"It's red. I can feel it."
"Love you, Michael," he said so softly.
"I love you, too, Chad," I whispered, feeling tingles all over.
"So, um . . . you . . . . "
"Chad--you sound weird."
"Well--did you . . . check your email yet?"
"Oh, God! I'll check it right now!" I got on line as fast as I could. "You sent me an email?"
The few seconds of silence made me nervous. I gulped.
"Yeah," he said. Chad sounded shy all of a sudden. Now I was sure he was blushing. I started reading his email.
"Oh, God! The dinner at your house is tomorrow night?"
"Is that okay, Mikey? I can change it if--"
"No, no, that's fine."
"Okay. Shit--I just thought--"
"Wait, let me read more."
In the next part of his email, Chad described something sexual. It was very detailed and made me hard.
"Oh, Chad! You want to do that to me?"
"Yeah. I thought it was hot when you had me lay back, and . . . you know."
"Oh YEAH, I know," I said, getting excited and horny all at once.
After total silence for a minute, Chad spoke up.
"Well?" he said.
"Well what?"
"Whaddaya think, little guy?"
"I think I can't wait for you to do that. Reading it made me so horny, I might need to jack off again."
"Cool! Shit, that's what I was hopin."
I could just see the grin on his face.
"Mmm, yeah. That's nice. Did you mean . . . did you want to--you know, over the phone?"
"Fuck, no. That's weird."
"Okay," I said with a grin. He'd put me in my silly mood. "Yeah, I think it's weird, too. But if you asked, I would."
"Nah. I'll think of you later."
"Yeah. Me, too. Oh--you didn't say what time dinner was."
"Shit. Doesn't everyone eat around six?"
"Well--I don't think so, but--"
"We eat at six on the dot, so--be here early."
"Five too early?"
"Hell, no. Five's cool! We're havin pot roast. You like that?"
"Yeah! I love it. So . . . what should I wear?"
"You don't have to wear nuthin, Mikey."
"I should come NUDE?"
"Oh, fuck," Chad said, going hysterical. "No, no. I mean--you know, don't wear anything special."
It took a while for us to stop laughing.
"I love when you say stuff like that, stud."
"Stud?" he said, all baffled. "Oh, right! You're gonna call me that. Shit--almost forgot."
"Don't forget," I said in my cute voice.
"But if I do, you'll remind me, right?"
"Yeah," I said, trying to get rid of the giggles. "You won't forget."
"I got a surprise for ya, little guy. Why don't you come over early and we'll spend some time in the garage?" Chad sounded strange--maybe because he wanted to surprise me. "We can finish up that T'Bird."
"Okay. What time?"
"Fuck--I get up real early, so, anytime you wanna come over."
"Tomorrow's Sunday--we go to church. Is ten-thirty okay?"
"Hell, yeah. Be great."
"Okay, cool," I said, feeling very excited.
"I better let you go, Mikey."
"Yeah, good idea--I should get going."
"Good-night, helper boy," he said, sounding so sexy.
"Good-night. I love you, Chad."
"Love you so much, Michael."
I felt really good and almost shut the computer down before checking the rest of my email.
There was an email from K. McElroy, a name I didn't recognize. When I opened it, I saw it was from Kyle, Phil's boyfriend.
Dear Michael,
I'm soooo glad to have you for a friend. Would be nice to
have someone to talk to about our boyfriends. Sorry I was
an airhead today. Everything took me by surprise, but what
Chad did was fun. You guys are great together and I hope you
have a lot of good times. Maybe we could find a club or
something in Barrettsville to go to. Tell Chad hi.
Hugs,
Kyle
I wasn't real good friends with Kyle, but I liked what he said. Then I felt bad for saying Kyle had no personality. I thought it might be a good idea to have him and Phil as friends since they were the only other couple we knew. But I wasn't sure how Chad felt about it, so I didn't answer his email right then.
Finding a club where we could have fun was a great idea, and Barrettsville was far enough away that no one there would know us. And if Chad liked the idea, I was sure he'd drive all of us there. I'd feel weird going in Phil's crazy striped car. Then I wasn't sure we'd find a club that would let in guys under 18.
I emailed Chad, telling him what Kyle said and that we could talk about it tomorrow.
I was ready to go to bed when I remembered I had a date with Michael Junior--and, in a way, with Chad. Michael Junior agreed by getting hard, and before long, I was stroking myself. I didn't stop, didn't try to make it last--I just came.
I lay in bed, catching my breath, filled with thoughts of Chad. To me, it was amazing how sweet he could be, and I remembered all the things he'd said and done that made my heart flutter.
"Mike? Mike? Are you all right?" mom asked, knocking on my door. Oops. I probably groaned too loud. I slid the covers up.
"Yeah, mom. Come in."
"Oh," mom said, blushing, "you're in bed. Sorry. I thought I heard . . . thought you were arguing with someone and got worried. Okay, good-night, Mike."
"Night, mom." I wondered if she knew what I was doing. She seemed embarrassed, so I was thinking she did--or at least knew about guys needing privacy for that. I wondered if my dad got a chance to tell her that kind of stuff before he died. My thoughts drifted off and I thought about Chad again.
The next thing I remember, my alarm woke me up. It was seven in the morning, and I felt great. All I could picture was being with Chad in his garage.
Before long, we were off to church.
I think I squirmed when I heard the title of the Sunday sermon, "Love and Human Relationships." The pastor sure had my attention. I don't think I missed a word. I'll never forget his ending.
"It's always the good things you do that will be remembered
and cherished by others. In any relationship, kindness,
consideration, and attention to your partner's needs are
the earthly and heavenly keys to success."
It felt so good to hear that. I was smiling big time by then.
After church, we said hello to the usual people, who always said how nice mom looked and how big I was getting, that I was a handsome young man--all the stuff that makes you blush and wish you could crawl into a hole and hide, even though I liked those people. But I was polite and got through it. I got to say 'hi' to some of my friends, too.
I was glad when we were in the car and driving home.
"Did you want to go out for breakfast, Mike?" mom asked.
"Oh--well, I forgot to tell you. Chad asked me over to work on the T'Bird some more. I meant to ask you, but it was late. I'm sorry--I told him I'd be over at ten-thirty. But I can change--"
"No, that's fine, honey. I'll make us a quick breakfast, then you can go. I think it's wonderful that you're learning about cars."
"Yeah--thanks, mom. I like cars. And Chad's fun, too."
"I can tell. Chad is very sincere about everything he does, and he's a good strong boy."
"He really gets into his work, too. But, um--don't you think he's more like a man? He's too big to be a boy."
"Well, I suppose," she said, agreeing halfway with me. "He IS mature for seventeen. And he's a good athlete. Sports like football teach a young man so many good things. If you get on the team, you'll gain strength, Mike. I see how strong Chad is."
"Yeah," I said, getting dreamy. "I'll never be as strong as Chad, though."
"You won't know till you try, Michael. I'm sure if you listen to Chad, he'll help you grow in strength and love."
"Love?" I said, gulping and staring to panic.
"Yes. There are all kinds of love. When Chad is on the field, he gives it his all. Don't you think it's safe to say that Chad loves football?"
"Oh, that. Yeah."
"Count yourself lucky if you get to that point."
I was thinking what Chad would say if he heard this. He'd probably say, 'We already got to the point, Mikey.'
Then I got the giggles.
"Michael, what on earth is funny about this?"
"Ohmphhh . . . sorry, mom. Nothing. It's . . . just . . . it's a . . . private joke."
Mom just grinned. "Boys," she said. "They're mysterious. But I'm glad you can still get silly once in a while and enjoy yourself."
"You are?"
"Yes. Most kids today grow up too fast. I'm happy to see you holding on to the fun in life. I think it's healthy."
"Yeah. I feel good when I do that." The words weren't exactly right, but I knew mom understood.
"And you should! Speaking of feeling good, you must have had a sound night's sleep."
"Oh? Why'd you say that?"
"During the sermon, you're eyes were wide open. You hardly blinked, Michael."
"Oh, yeah. I liked it."
"I'm very proud of you."
"When he said, 'partner,' I thought that sounded weird, mom."
"I think the reverend was trying to cover all kinds of relationships, not just man and wife."
"Really?" My heart pounded.
"Yes. Some couples live together without marriage. Sometimes, it's two men or two women living together. I think it's important to leave room in our minds for those who follow a different path."
"Oh." I tried to be calm, but the heat flooded my face.
"What do YOU think, Mike?"
"Well--we sorta . . . skimmed over that part in sex-ed. Too bad, but, um--yeah, I think it's good to be open about that, I guess."
"Yes. We shouldn't condemn others for having a different point of view on life."
"I never thought of it that way, but I know you're right, mom."
It was true--I hadn't thought of that. I was just hoping people would accept me and Chad being together without too much hassle.
"Good. No guessing this time. I'm glad."
I just smiled. I was glad, too, but way nervous--this was hitting close to home, like they say.
When we got to the house, I changed clothes while mom made breakfast. When we sat down, she was all smiles. I couldn't help smiling back.
"Thanks, mom. Food's great."
"That's good, honey. So, tell me--what do you boys have planned for today?"
"Oh!" I said, almost choking, "I forgot to tell you Chad's dinner is tonight. Chad just told me last night at bedtime."
"The dinner his father wanted to have?"
"Yes. Can I go?"
"Of course you can go. I wouldn't want you to miss out on that, or disappoint Mr. Allison."
"Cool."
We worked out the details--mom wanting to know what time I had to be at Chad's, then she told me to be home by four, so I could take a shower, change clothes, and still get there by five.
"Yes, you definitely wouldn't want to show up for dinner in that outfit," mom said, seeing me in my oil-stained jeans and shirt.
"Well," I said, blushing, "this way I don't feel bad if I get them dirty."
"GET them dirty? They look like you rolled in grease for a week."
"Oh." I started to have doubts about what I wore. "Too dingy?"
"No, it's all right. As long as Chad doesn't mind."
"Thanks, mom. Bye."
"Bye. Have fun."
I half-walked, half ran to Chad's house. It started raining when I get there. I went straight for the garage. The overhead door was open as usual.
I loved that Chad's garage was detached from the house so I could go in and see Chad without feeling I was ignoring his dad. I felt my pulse race as I got closer.
"Hey! There's my helper boy," Chad said with a huge smile as I walked in. "I see you're ready to work, Mikey."
"Yup."
"Yup."
I grinned so much, it hurt. Then the doubts came back about my clothing. "Um--am I . . . too grimy?"
"Fuck, no! Look at mine," Chad said, holding his overalls out, looking down at them. "Besides, you might not have those on, the whole time."
"Oh, but--what about your dad?"
"He's out visiting. Tell you more about that later."
"Okay."
"I got some papers for you to look at."
"Papers? What kind of papers?"
"You'll see. Look at this."
Chad handed me a thick stack of papers, stapled together. I started to read, then flipped through the stack.
"Um--I don't get it. What IS this?"
"Here," he said, turning to the second page. "What does it say?"
"It says, 'Proposed Chadwick Thunderbird Restoration, Incorporated, an Inchoate Entity--' Oh, God! Incorporated?"
"YEAH! Fuck, yeah! Dad's setting up a company--MY company!"
"Oh, Chad!"
"Last week, dad brought a friend of his to see this T'Bird we been workin on. And the guy wants to buy it for twenty-thousand bucks! I only paid eight-hundred for it! That's when he said I needed to be in business--officially!"
"That's fantastic!" I said, jumping up and down, the two of us ginning at each other. "You fixed the body so nice, too," I said, touching the chrome. I knew not to touch the paint.
Chad had told me weeks ago that he was so anxious to see how the car would look, he did a lot of the body work ahead of the engine rebuild.
"I KNEW you'd be happy. Fuck, that's not all! Look here." Chad flipped a few pages and pointed.
"Oh, God! That's my name!"
"Hell, yeah! You're an officer in the corporation, just like me.
We're in business TOGETHER!"
"Oh, Chad," I said, half breathless as I fell into the only chair in the garage. "I can't believe it!"
"But you LIKE it, right?" he said, his face full of hope.
"YEAH! I LOVE it!"
"Oh, baby. This'll be so fuckin cool!"
"Man! When you have a surprise, you don't mess around," I said, getting up to hug him again.
"And that's not all. Wait till you see THIS!"
"There's more?"
"Hell, yeah," Chad said proudly, walking to a door in a corner of the garage.
"That door looks new," I said, comparing it with the walls, which looked dingy.
"I knew you'd say that," he said, smiling at me. Then he opened the door and started climbing a set of stairs.
"ALL this is new." The stairs and walls--they had that pristine look and new smell. When we got to the top, what I saw took my breath away. It was a bedroom, all furnished. "Chad! This looks like the cabin! It's beautiful."
"Me and dad been working on this for months. This is my new room. Just for me and my helper," Chad said, looking like a puppy dog.
"I love it! It's so--nice and . . . and private," I said, winding down, hugging him, bringing my lips to his.
"Oh, yeah," he said, "gotta have privacy for my baby."
"Ohh." I leaned against his body, feeling overwhelmed.
"I'm really glad you like it," Chad said softly. He had the warmest, calmest look.
"Oh, yes! What does your dad say?"
"He says the same thing I do--you're welcome up here anytime."
"Oh, God. And he knows."
"He knows a lot of stuff, Mikey. He don't always show it."
"Yeah," I said as Chad looked up at me.
"Shit," he said, almost whispering, "I knew you'd blush."
Chad leaned into me. We fell backwards on the bed, our tents clashing.
"Ooooo!" I said. Chad sat up like a rocket.
"We shouldn't oughtta do this now, Mikey," he said, eyes wide. Gotta work on that T'Bird."
"Okay," I said, giggling, touching his bulge with my finger.
Then I fell off the bed. Chad went into hysterics.
"What you doin down there, helper boy?" he said with his head hanging off the edge of the bed.
"Well," I said, thinking fast, "I'm partway downstairs, right?"
"Shit." Chad had a look of admiration that went right through me. "Yeah, lover. Let's go."
"Okay."
"Gonna need a fifteen-sixteenths open end and a nine-sixteenths box end to start. Got that?"
"Aye-aye, captain, sir!"
"Oh, fuck--that's funny," Chad said, doing his belly laugh. I always caught Chad's laughter like it was contagious.
"Chad, no. I'll never stop laughing."
"Hehe. Did I tell you, you blush when you laugh?"
"Not really."
"Cute fucker."
Chad put the fender protector on the car and leaned in. I handed him the wrenches.
"Thanks," he said, then was quiet for a while. I heard the wrenches clinking. "Not much workin room. It's fuckin tight around this fender," he said, standing up all of a sudden.
"I know. You need this," I said, handing him the thing with wheels he used when he worked under a car.
"Man, you DID learn a lot, Mikey. Smart fucker, too."
Chad got on his back and wheeled himself into position.
"How is it down there?"
"Much better. Shit--sweat's gettin in my eyes. Need a wiper."
A wiper was like a thick, blue paper towel, only really big. Chad's head was close to the side of the car I was on. I got on my knees and bent over, poking my head near his.
"Want a custom wipe job?" I said with a grin.
"Shit. Who could say no to you!"
"Mmm. This is fun," I said, dabbing the wiper on his forehead, rubbing his temples, trying to absorb all the sweat.
"You're gonna fuckin SPOIL me, little guy."
"Is that bad?" I said, tingling inside.
"Fuck, no. It ain't bad."
"All better now?"
"Yeah," he said, all his beautiful teeth showing, "thanks."
I leaned over the fender where Chad was to start with, and just watched him. I admired his calm, methodical approach. It drove me crazy how cute he looked when he worked. I couldn't help grinning. Then I saw a bulge.
"Hey, stud--is that a rocket in your pocket?" I was thrilled when his breathing changed suddenly.
"Yeah, it's gonna go off, just for you."
"Ohhhh, not without me touching it."
Chad made a struggling sound. He strained against one of the wrenches.
"Nope. It's savin up for later," he said. "Nnng, yeah! Fucker finally broke loose."
"Is that what you wanted?"
"Damn right! Better get some rust remover for these other ones."
I knew what that was, and it was acid. Chad had taught me all about it. I handed him the safety goggles.
"Come on, Mikey," he said with a grin, "you don't gotta wear these every time."
"Oh, yeah? Those are MY eyes, now. They need those goggles."
"Fuck. Can't say no to you," Chad said, putting them on. "Damn! Now my fuckin boot's loose. Mikey--can you tie it?"
"Sure can," I said, going to the front of the car where Chad's feet were sticking out.
"How's it feel to be loved?" I said, giggling and taking his bootlaces in my hands. I rubbed his ankles real slow before I tied the boots.
"To be loved? Feels fantastic, Michael."
"That's right," a voice said. I knew it was the voice of Chad's father. "Best thing that can happen to a man--love."
"Oh, hello, Mr. Allison," I said, feeling a thousand-degree blush rise to my face. He looked right into my eyes.
"That's good, Michael. Real good."
"Um--I'm not sure what you--"
"A guy who blushes has a big heart. Not all fouled up with the world of phony baloney."
"Thanks, Mr. Allison."
"Yeah, and cute, too," Chad said, his voice muffled.
I kicked his ankle.
"OW!" Chad said. "Damn! Almost skinned a knuckle," he added, to cover up for my hurting him. I got way down and put my face where he could see.
"Sorry," I said, mouthing the word. Chad blew me a kiss. I handed him the rust remover.
"I'll need a three-eighths pretty soon. Box end."
"Got it," I said, smiling because I found it right away.
"Gonna be a million-dollar operation in no time," Mr. Allison said, grinning, looking around. Then he smiled at me. "I'll see ya later. You boys keep up the good work."
"Dad! Did you talk to uncle Will?"
"Fixin to go there, now, son. You take care of Michael, here. He's a good worker. And keep workin, son. Not too late, though. Time to celebrate soon."
"Okay, dad."
"Oh--did you get that new carburetor to work?"
"Yeah, first thing. That was no sweat."
"Damn fine mechanic you are, son. Proud of ya." Then Chad's father turned to me. "You keep an eye on him," he said, winking, motioning toward Chad, and giving me a warm grin.
"Yes, sir. I'll be glad to do that."
"No doubt, boy. No doubt." And he left, chuckling to himself.
"I know, I know," Chad said, "you're blushin."
"For sure. He knows I like looking at you."
"Fuck, yeah. He knows I like lookin at YOU, too."
"It feels weird."
"Nah. Here, take back this wrench," Chad said, sliding forward, his legs sticking out from under the front bumper.
As I got down on the floor to take the wrench, I saw a whole big part of the car was in the way, so I couldn't see his face. That meant he couldn't see my hands.
I reached past the wrench and grabbed his bulge.
"Oh, I like THIS wrench the best."
"Oh, Michael. I love you baby--but we got work to do."
"Okay, okay. Love you, too. Here's that three-eighths you wanted," I said, handing him the wrench as I took back the other.
"Thanks. Oh, here--grab the rust stuff. I'm done with it."
"Is the lid on tight?"
"Uh, huh. Damn, you don't forget anything. I think I only told you that once."
"Well, it makes sense. If the lid's loose, you could spill it and hurt yourself, handing it back."
"So fuckin logical," he said, his smile coming through in his voice.
"Don't complain," I said, knowing he wasn't complaining, "or I'll tickle your ankle."
"NO!" Chad yelled, his legs jerking.
"I love you."
"You're fun, little guy."
We finally settled down and worked together a long time. I felt guilty that Chad was doing the hard work and I was just handing him stuff. He was under that car too long.
"Chad, come out. You need to stretch."
"No--I'm fine."
"Okay."
"What--no lecture?"
"Nope."
"Nope." This had more resonance than when Chad said 'yup.' It vibrated my tummy and tickled me. I giggled.
"What you laughin at, helper?"
"I can't explain it. Just, when you said 'nope' it tickled."
"Somethin else."
Another bunch of time went by--Chad working hard, and me handing him what he needed and putting tools back when he was done with them. It seemed like we'd been at it for three hours.
"Are you gonna take a break now?" I said, getting worried about him. I know how my mom gets when I'm sitting at the computer too long. If I don't stretch, it hurts later.
"Shit, I could keep going a lot longer than this--but yeah, I will, baby."
"Good!" I was shocked.
Chad got out from under the car and stood proudly.
"Well, we did it."
"We did?"
"Yeah. It's all done. A little body touch-up tomorrow, and she's ready to go."
"Oh, God!" I said, all excited. We went for each other's arms.
"Feels good," Chad said, squeezing me. "Mmm! You smell good, Mikey."
"Oh, yeah. I put after shave on this morning. You smell good, too. I noticed at the beach yesterday. What cologne is that?"
"Shit. Don't know. Some stuff I got for Christmas."
"I love it. Makes me all dizzy for you."
"Fuck. I'll copy the label then, and get some more! That's another thing--we got a copy machine now. Glass top. Dad made an office out of my old room. Someday when no one's around, we'll make a copy of our bones." He gave me a big grin.
"Oooo," I said, giggling, "that sounds fun."
"Everything's fun with you, little guy. Shit--it's a good thing I worked under the car. Can't keep my eyes off ya." Then Chad rubbed my face and stared.
"What?"
"Shit. Don't feel like you shave, Michael."
"I don't. I put on the after shave lotion for you."
"Oh," he said, kissing my nose, "that's," another kiss, "really nice."
Then it was the usual after-work routine--clean up the tools, make sure they were all in their right spots. Then we picked up all the trash. I looked at all the boxes from the parts Chad used.
"I'm glad I read these."
"Studying-up, huh, little guy?"
"I hafta be a mechanic someday soon."
When we were done, I saw Chad staring at me and grinning. He made me get goose-bumps. "You will be."
"Wow. Looks so much better after we do that," I said, tearing my eyes from his and looking around the garage.
"Fuck! YOU look HOT with grease on your face. Come on, let's go up to my room."
"Um--okay." We raced up the little stairway.
I could not believe Chad just stripped off his clothes.
"Chad, what are you doing?" I was thinking we never had sex without talking about it first.
"Gettin naked. Can't ya tell?" He had a silly grin. Then he slipped his boxers off.
"Ohh, yeah, Chad--I can tell NOW." I stared at his dick.
"I see where you're lookin. I'm gonna take a shower."
"Shower? You have a shower here?"
"Fuck, yeah. Take a look."
It wasn't a normal bathroom--more like a bath suite. The tub was separate, and the shower stall was huge with two shower heads.
"This is awesome," I said, grinning at him.
"Hehe. Thought we'd take a shower together and change."
"Oh! What time is it?"
"Three-thirty. Even got a clock in here."
"I don't have clothes to change with. I told my mom I'd be home at four to shower and change."
"Shit. I got tons of old clothes that're like new--smaller ones that should fit my sexy helper boy."
"Oh," I said, getting hard, looking at Chad's dick and trying to think. Meanwhile, I got to see him naked in all kinds of positions as he opened drawers and put clothes on the bed.
"See? They look okay?"
"Yeah," I said, examining them, holding them up to see if they'd fit. "I like this," I said, showing him a pair of khakis and a striped shirt.
"Nice."
I called my mom, and while I was dialing, Chad got next to me. He stood over me while I felt very small seated in the chair.
"Hi mom."
"Michael!" she said. She always sounds excited to hear me. "Are you boys having fun?"
"Yeah! There's so much I hafta tell you. I'll fill you in when I get home."
That was when Chad slid his dick across my ear. He kept doing that while I talked--tried to talk--with my mom.
She thought it was fine that I cleaned up at Chad's place and used some of his older clothes. Then Chad scooted his dick on my neck where I was ticklish.
"O-ok-kay. Bye, mom."
"Michael wait. Are you all right?"
"Ooof. Yeah mom. Chad's tickling me."
"Okay. You boys have fun," she said, and we hung up.
"Thanks, Chad. Mom's okay with it."
"Shit, Mikey--I been wondering what to do with these," he said. "Why don't you see what you want and take them home."
"Um--I'll think about it. It's nice to have clothes here that fit me. And they're YOURS!" I said, grabbing his dick real hard.
"Hey!" he shouted.
"That's what you get for putting that in my ear when I'm on the phone," I said, my smile matching his. I sounded confident, but I felt guilty. 'Maybe I hurt him.'
"Gotcha!" he said, grinning. He shoved his fingers into my ribs.
"AH!" While my mouth was open, his slid his manhood in.
"Yeaaahhh! Nice, Mikey."
"Rrrrmmmmmm!"
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DENNIS B. - MY STORIES POSTED ON NIFTY AS OF 22 APRIL 2006. 15 stories under the following 6 headings:
- HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE - SCOUT/CAMPING - BROTHER - ADULT-YOUTH (TENDER) - DAD-SON INCEST (TENDER) - "NO PAIN NO GAIN"
You can also find them under 'StoriesNew' in Nifty's Author section. NOT UNDER MY NAME. Don't know why Nifty did it that way, but what the heck. :-) All my stories are on Nifty.
HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE STORIES
- Crazy for Chad (Love story. Ages 16 & 17.)
- Last post APPROX. April 22, 2006.
NIFTY - High School.
- Special Sale [on Boys' Trousers and Underwear]
** Listed as just "Special Sale." **
(17-year-old clothing salesman gives special personal
attention to High School and College students,
motivating the young customers to buy lots of clothing.
Ages 14 to 25.)
- Last post APPROX. April 9, 2006
NIFTY - High School
SCOUT/CAMPING STORY
- Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions (Camping and
some incest. Ages 12 through 17.)
- Last post APPROX. Feb. 3, 2006.
NIFTY - Camping; Incest
BROTHER STORIES
- Teasing My Hot Little Brother
(Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15)
- Last post APPROX. April 11, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
- Eyes for My Hot Little Brother
(Little bro grows on big bro. Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. March 25, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
- Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother
(Chemistry for big and little bro; Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. March 24, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
- Little Brother Wanted it Bad
(little bro wants big bro; ages 17 & 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Jan 26, 2006;
NIFTY - Incest.
- Discovering My Little Brother (Brothers,
17 and 13 start to get along real well.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
ADULT-YOUTH STORIES (TENDER)
- Boy Who Was Late for School
(A tender story. Ages 24 and 13)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
- Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (A kind
of love story. Ages 22 and 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
DAD-SON INCEST STORY
- My Son Drives Me Crazy (Tender dad and son.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
"NO PAIN NO GAIN" STORIES
- Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson (NO dad-son sex so far.
I'm still debating with myself on that subject.
Some paddling and orgasm denial. Dad teases and
spanks his 16 y/o son; both get aroused. Things
get hot when a 13 and 19 y/o take over "processing"
the 16 y/o. Ages 13 to adult.)
- Last post APPROX. March 14, 2006
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
- Spankin High School Club Initiation
(High school ages. Later, some college guys.
Some soccer action. Some love.)
- Last post APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005.
NIFTY - High School; Athletics.
(Please note there are 2 titles with the words "Spankin' High" in them. When you write, be sure to let me know which story you read. Sorry, I didn't think of that when I picked the titles.)
- Getting it Hard at Spankin' High
(A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.)
- Last post APPROX. March 17, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
- Frat Initiation Hell Week (Ages 13 to 22.
Not as grueling as first meets the eye.
Most characters are of college age. The
younger characters do some teasing, only.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
LAST POST DATES good as of April 22, 2006, and may be off by several days either way. ACTUAL POST DATES may be LATER, by the time you read this, because new chapters of the listed stories may have been posted since this was written.
Thanks, Dennis StoriesNew@Yahoo.com