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Mark Stevens
Dear Readers,
Cole is such a flirt, a tease, and yet, he seems to be really kind hearted. Because his character is always entertaining to be around, I wanted to get to know him a little better. As a result, the next few chapters will tell us what Cole's life was like before moving into the Community. I hope you enjoy the interlude. As always, I love hearing back from you guys.
Chapter One Hundred Eighteen
Cole turned seventeen the following August, and two things happened. One made him happy. The other thing made him sad. Since working at his dad's shop, he had managed to save up enough money to finally go to the computer store in the mall and buy a laptop. The clerk, Mark, was still working there, and he advised Cole what programs he should have installed on his computer. He was walking home, excited to finally own a computer when he received a text from his friend Bobby.
Bobby: Where r u?
Cole: On my way home. With new computer.
Cole had hardly read his friend's text when his phone rang in his hand. It was Bobby.
"Hey," he greeted his friend. "Wanna come over and see what I bought?"
The line was silent for a moment. Then, "I've got news," Bobby said.
The tone in his friend's voice caused Cole's feet to stop moving. "Is something wrong?"
"My dad's been fucking transferred. We're moving out of state in two weeks."
Cole had become really good friends with Bobby and his twin brother, Tommy. He suddenly felt overwhelmed with sadness. "Why? I thought your dad liked his job here."
"He does, but he doesn't have a choice. This will be the fourth time we've had to move in five years."
"Well, fuck," Cole said. "Does your dad have to take this transfer?"
"He does if he wants to keep working for the same company."
"And his job wants him there in two weeks?"
"He actually has a month before starting at the new place, but the school there starts in two weeks."
"Well, fuck," Cole repeated.
He went back to walking as the two of them talked, and when he reached his house he said, "I'm home now. Can we talk later?"
"Of course," Bobby said. "Give me a call when you can. Later, Dude."
"Later."
Cole opened the door and stepped inside the house. He heard his dad moving around in the kitchen and hurried down the hall to his bedroom. He quietly closed and locked the door and sat down on his bed. He studied the box on his lap and some of his sadness went away. He was in the process of opening the box when there was a loud knock on the bedroom door.
"Supper's ready," Gordon called out.
Cole held the box close and said, "I'll be out in a second."
Cole had been working full time this summer and had saved the money his dad paid him. When he thought he had enough, he took it to the mall and picked out his computer. He hadn't even told Guy about buying it. He liked the man, and he would have gladly filled Guy in on his plans, but he didn't want to take the chance of his father finding out. If Gordon knew, Cole wasn't sure how his dad would react. For now, he would hide the lap top in his room.
He decided he would have to wait until after he ate to really look at his new purchase. He slid the closet door back and hid the laptop under a stack of blankets. Making sure it was hidden well, he joined his father in the kitchen.
"Where did you disappear to after work?" his dad greeted.
Cole shrugged his shoulders and answered, "School starts in two weeks. I went to the mall and picked up a few things."
"I guess you're happy for school to begin. It gets you away from the shop." Gordon sat his plate of food down on the table. Pulling the chair back, he sat down and began eating.
Gordon had left the food in pans on the stove, and Cole began filling his plate. "It may surprise you, but I've actually enjoyed working this summer."
"What you enjoyed was the extra money," his dad said between bites of food.
"The money was nice."
Cole sat down across the table from his dad. He would have much rather eaten his meal in his room, but with his new computer hidden in the closest, he didn't want any of his dad's attention drawn to his bedroom. Very few words were exchanged as the two of them ate their meal.
"Something on your mind?" Gordon asked pushing his empty plate to the side.
Cole had been mostly playing with the food on his plate rather than eating it. Bobby's news had made him really sad. He shrugged his shoulders and remained quiet.
"So? Is there?"
"My friends are moving away," Cole finally admitted.
"Those twins?"
"Yeah. Bobby told me his dad's being transferred. They're leaving in two weeks so they can be there in time for the new school year."
"Maybe that's good," Gordon said.
Cole pushed his chair back and stood up. "And why the hell is that?" He slid the food from his plate down the garbage disposal and placed it in the dishwasher.
"You've been spending a lot of time with those brothers. Too much time," Gordon added.
"They've been good friends, and I hate like hell to lose them." Cole headed for his bedroom, anxious to be out of his father's sight.
He hurried into his room and locked the door behind him. Making sure that the door leading from the bathroom into the other bedroom was also locked, he hastily pulled his new laptop out from underneath the blankets. Carefully removing it from the box, Cole sat it down on his desk. He attached the power cord to the computer, connected it to the wall outlet and pushed the power button. While it was coming up, Cole thought about Mark, the clerk who had sold him the laptop. He had taken the guy's advice about which programs he needed installed on it. The only obstacle left was the lack of Internet. Cole had no idea how he could get service into his bedroom. His dad refused to have a computer at home. He had one at the shop, but it was only used for business. His first day on the job Gordon had told his son that it was for business purposes only. He was never to get on the Internet for any reason.
Once the computer was up and running, Cole checked each of the programs that Mark had installed and was relieved to see how user friendly they were. He went into each one twice before he shut it down. He was in the process of hiding it back under the blankets when he heard a text go through on his phone. Making sure the laptop was out of sight, he walked over and picked up his phone and read the text.
Bobby: Can u talk?
Cole: Give me 2 min & call.
In less than a minute Cole had stripped all of his clothes off and was laying naked on his bed. He was playing with one of his nipples when his phone rang.
"Hey," he greeted Bobby.
"Hey. What's up?"
Cole picked up his dick with his free hand. It was already stretching between his fingers. "Nothing yet, but keep talking and it will be."
"Shit, are you naked?"
"You know how I like to pass the time when I'm in my room," Cole reminded.
"Yeah, I do. Naked and hard." Bobby laughed.
"Are you naked?"
"Nope, but let me put my phone down, and I will be."
Only a few seconds had passed when Bobby's voice came through Cole's phone announcing his was naked, and his dick was getting harder by the second.
"Where's your brother?"
"He went to the movies with one of his friends. They wanted to spend a little time together before we moved." Bobby paused before adding, "If I tell you something, will you promise to keep it between us?"
Cole's dick was completely hard now, and he stroked it a couple times. "Of course I promise."
"Tommy and this guy have been fucking for the past few months."
"No shit?"
Bobby laughed. "Yes, shit."
"Do I know this guy?"
"Probably not. He goes to our school."
Cole pushed his dick against his brown pubes and moved it through the thick tightly curled hairs. "You think maybe Tommy could introduce me before you guys move?"
"Don't know about that, but I will ask Tommy. Are you enjoying your new laptop?"
"Fuck." Cole sighed. "I don't have fucking Internet, and I'm not sure how I'm going to get it. I'm not old enough to get any kind of service in my name."
"Wish I wasn't moving," Bobby said. "If I was hanging around, between both of us, we might think of a way."
"Forget the damned computer now. What are you doing?"
"I'm slowly running my fingers through my pubes to the base of my dick. What about you?"
Cole made a ring with his thumb and forefinger around the base of his dick and slowly pushed the "ring" upward. He watched a thick drop of pre cum leak from the pee slit. "Just talking with you is causing me to leak pre cum like crazy.
"I'm slowly jacking my dick and thinking about the last time it was in your ass."
"God, that was so good. I can close my eyes and almost feel you pushing inside me."
"I remember how tight your ass was the first time I fucked it," Bobby moaned.
"It was the most painful, yet at the same time, awesome feeling ever," Cole remembered. "The pressure was so tight I thought for a few moments my body was going to explode."
"There was an explosion alright," Bobby agreed. "My balls exploded and my dick filled your ass with my cum."
"So much spunk that I couldn't keep all of it in me. Stroking here."
Bobby could hear the lust in his friend's voice. He moved their conversation up a notch. "In my mind you're getting on your hands and knees. Your asshole is winking at me. Seeing that ring of hair around it makes my cock harder. I press the cockhead against your hairy hole."
"Damn," Cole groaned. "Push the goddamned thing in me. I need to feel you."
"Pushing the head in."
"Yes!" Cole cried out louder than he intended. "Slam me hard!"
"Halfway in."
"Fuck me, goddamn it!"
"Bam! I'm all the way in. Your ass feels so fucking good to my dick."
"I feel your hairy pubes rubbing me."
"Slowly sliding back and forth between your wet ass walls. Feels – so good!"
Bobby's words caused Cole to jack his dick faster. Up to now, he had been in slow motion, enjoying the sensation the movement was giving his cock. "Your cock feels so good," he whispered into the phone.
"Fucking faster, Buddy," Bobby moaned. "Going to fill your ass with so much cum."
"Pushing back against you," Cole groaned. "Forcing you deep." He jacked faster as he spoke.
"Ramming your ass. Hard. Deep. In. Out. Hands on your ass. Slamming my balls against you."
"I can feel them," Cole said. "Close," he warned. "I'm almost there, Bobby."
"Me, too," Bobby groaned. "So fucking close. My balls are tingling."
Cole felt his own balls rumbling, and he knew he was about to erupt a heavy load of his cream. He jacked faster. A scream came over the phone letting him know his friend was firing cum out onto his belly. Cole's cock shuddered between his fingers, and his toes curled, as the first heavy rope of cum shot from the head of his cock. "Fuck!" he called out as loudly as he dared.
"Oh, God," Bobby sighed. "This wasn't as good as actually fucking your ass, but it was damned close. You should see my belly. It's covered in my spunk."
"Take a pic and send it to me," Cole told his friend. "I'll do the same."
Cole ended the call and punched the camera app on his phone. He aimed it at the cum-splattered hair on his chest and snapped the picture. Looking at it, he smiled and sent the picture to Bobby. His phone pinged, and he opened the text. He laughed and punched in "fucking sexy" under Bobby's picture. He sent it back.
A moment later Cole's phone pinged again. Under his picture Bobby had typed "Making me hard again."
Cole: Seriously?
A moment of silence passed between them and then Cole got another text. It was a picture of Bobby's dick. It looked thick and appeared to be about half hard. He hit redial and when Bobby was back on the line, Cole said. "You're a fuckin' horn dog, aren't you?"
Cole ran a finger on his free hand through the cum on his belly. "I'm sucking cum off my finger. Mmmm, tastes so fucking good."
"You've made me completely hard again," Bobby said.
"Good. Now stroke that fucking dick and think of me eating my thick creamy load. It's so delicious. So tasty."
"Fuck, yeah," Bobby moaned.
Cole could hear his friend's jacking sounds. "I'd love to be there playing with that hard dick. I'd have a fist on your cock and my other hand playing in your thick pubes. I'd press my nose in that bush and breathe deeply, while at the same time, jacking your dick like crazy. Think of my fingers traveling up and down your body as you lay there letting me jack you off. I'd run my fingers down through your bush and cup your heavy balls in the palm of my hand."
"Keep talking. I'm close to shooting another load."
"Think of me lying next to you, my naked body touching you, and my fingers travelling all over your naked flesh. I feel your dick shudder, and I know you're about to fire out cum. I quickly move down so I can wrap my lips around your cockhead. I feel your cock shake as I slide my mouth down to the hairy base. I breathe deeply through my nose just in time to receive the first jet of cream. I swallow each spurt and savor each tasty spoonful you feed me."
"Motherfucker!" Bobby cried out when his balls had finally emptied themselves of their load of boy cream. "Motherfucker," he repeated.
Cole's words had made him hard as well, and he jacked off a second time. Half a minute later he cried out, "Fucking cumming, Bobby. God, you're so fucking sexy."
"So are you. Damn, I wish we didn't have to move. I'm really going to miss our time together."
"Me, too," Cole agreed. "At least we know we can have fun this way."
"True. It's not quite the same, but this is something we can do."
They talked a few minutes longer before Cole said, "I'd better end this. It's getting late, and I definitely need a shower. I've got cum everywhere."
"Me, too. I thought you liked to sleep wearing your cum."
Cole laughed. "I do, but I have to be at the shop by eight in the morning. I'd rather shower tonight and sleep a little longer in the morning."
"How much longer are you going to work at your dad's shop?"
"For the next two weeks, every day. After school starts, I'll work after school and on Saturdays."
"Wow, that's a lot of work," Bobby declared.
"It's not so bad. A couple hours every day after school and four hours Saturday mornings. The money's nice."
"I hope you can find a way to get Internet. I wish I could help, but my time's limited here."
"I know that, and I appreciate it," Cole assured his friend. "I'll work something out. In fact, I already have an idea forming in my head."
"What might that be?"
Cole shook his head and said, "Not yet. I'll let you know if I work it out. Good night, Buddy."
"Night," Bobby said.
Cole slid off the bed and headed for the bathroom. He was ready for a hot shower, and after cumming two times in just a few minutes, he was pretty certain he'd have no trouble falling asleep. He spent a good ten minutes enjoying the hot steamy needles the shower head sent his way. He finally turned the water off and dried his body. He checked for any cum he might have missed, and finding none, he returned to his bedroom. He turned the light out and crawled naked between the sheets on his bed. A few minutes later he was sound asleep and dreaming about fucking one or the other, or even both of the twins the next time he saw them.