Rusty Grows Up - Chapter 13
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Woody takes charge - Chapter 13
We mow, working hard and easily making up the lost time. We keep our shirts on, covering our spunky chests.
`Let's break at Peatys, have a shower and our lunch then finish off back for a swim.',
`Sounds like a plan' Woody says as he hauls the mowers into the truck. His arms flexing, almost ripping his Tonks polo shirt, now way too small for his expanding frame.
We shower, the water slimy as it rehydrates the cum and I breathe out a long sigh.
`That's some sigh',
says Woody, he's got his concerned face on again, I've seen this a few times lately. The water runs cold and I goose him, he doesn't take the bait. We walk and lie down on the grass, he lays close to me, he puts his arm under me and I rest my head on him. We dry in the sun, silent.
More silence.
Woody looks at me, turning, leaning on his elbow, he says quietly
`look Chris, we gotta talk',
as he moves my bangs away from my eyes,
`I know, but I don't want to, I don't want to stop the carousel from turning, I'm so fucking scared Woody',
I burst into tears and Woody falls back, his arms engulf me as he pulls me close to him, safe now in his arms. I sob into his chest blubbering as he rubs my hair and pats my back.
`You're doing too much Chris, you've gotta give yourself the best chance, some space, to get the best grades you can to fulfil your potential, make something of yourself, not stay here in this small town and become bitter about what you could've been',
`That's easy to say, but I've made commitments, to Coach, to Tonks, to Mom, to you',
He kissed my forehead, `I gotta plan'.
I looked up at him, my blubbering easing off.
`I take on JoJo to do the mowing, thats your weekends back, JoJo says he'll work your shifts at Tonks, he's on standby, not all your shifts but only when you want him to, you know when you're up against it with deadlines and revising. For swimming you've only got 4 more practices, I'll pick you up and bring you back, no fucking around, then it's a fun weekend at County finals, ass spotting, and it's over, done. If you do get to state finals then they're all after the exams. How's that?,
I snuggle into him and lifting my head I kiss his lips,
`Thanks Woody, thanks for thinking about me and , and I'm going to miss you when I leave ..'
It hit me like a truck, I choked up, I fell on my back and just sobbed, grief overtook me, the grief of loss, of losing him, of losing Woody. I must've blubbered for 5 minutes, a panic attack.
He lay at the side of me, close, but not consoling me, he just let me let it all out. I calmed down and I just felt empty.
`We've known this all along Chris, you're the brainy fucker, I'm the solid working guy who stays at home. Wayne has offered me a job, I'm gonna take it, you'll be off to some fancy pants College upstate or further and you'll have a blast, you're a bright, witty, sexy guy, you'll have a great time and fuck you've earned it, you've hauled your ass all through school, through life.'
`Me? I've had it easy, too easy, Ma says. Let's enjoy the rest of the summer, let's clear your decks so you can concentrate on studies and your grades and after exams have Peatys swim party and a great fucking summer together, say let's go hiking, up to Canada!'.
He stood up, his cock soft in a curve casting a shadow on his bull balls, resplendent with his once shaven red hair growing back, his thighs bright and golden in the sun. He let go of my hand and turned, goosed my ass and swallow dived into the pool, surfacing quickly laughing at me shaking water from his hair. I dived in and he opened his legs wide as I swam through them, grabbing his dick as I passed through. I felt his balls trace up my back and jangle on my ass cheeks as I swam through. Normal service resumed.
We swim and eat our pack up lunch and get back to it. Woody does most of the work, taking up the slack, I'm drained, feeling low. No more booze or pot for me. Fuck, it's so easy to slip, my stomach churned.
I looked across at Woody, tall, built, resplendent, the shy peacock, strutting up and down the lawns, ear defenders on, shirtless, his cut off shorts unbuttoned at the top, the flaps splayed to his fly buttons, his broad shoulders and back rippling as he hauls the machine on a turn to strut back up. He sees me, grins and waves as I get the edging mower and wind my way around the curves.
`Let's give Peatys a miss shall we?', he says as he locks down the mower at the last property.
`Yeah, I just want to be with you' I say,
He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in for a hug. We stow the mowers in Abes garage and drive in silence to his place.
`My Ma's not back yet',
he holds my hand and pulls me upstairs, we strip and lie in his bed, cuddling, relaxing, I find his soft cock and cup his beautiful balls, he copies and I fall asleep, exhausted.
I awake, Woody at my side, `you feeling better champ?',
`Yes, much better',
`Hungry?',
`Yeah', my hands travelled to his cock. Woody responded,
I shuffled down in the bed and I swung my ass over his face and we played our game laid on our sides, teasing and coaxing each other. I laid back and lifted my legs, Woody leered,
`oh yeah, now we're talkin',
as he pierced me, and well, you know the rest.
He broiled some steaks his Ma left out and we tucked in, showered and primped after our sweaty, slutty onslaught. I felt renewed.
His folks came back, I texted Ma for a sleepover.
A night of bliss, laying close to him, smelling his funk.
We got an early start mowing. I'd work to do so we finished up and I hit my desk at about 1.30. A perfect weekend.
It seems that word of my meltdown had gotten to Woodys Ma, and to Mom. Nothing was said but my path was eased. My washing done, my breakfast laid out on the island for me on a school morning, coffee on the go seemingly 24/7, lunches packed.
Woody tooting his horn, bang on time, waiting for me after Football and swim practice to drive me home. Asking how it's going, taking an interest, looking out for stress signs I guess.
Tonks has a weird chat with me, we were in the stock room, checking his inventory of last years Christmas tat. `I gotta get my order in this week else I'll miss the shipping schedule and my container will arrive February',
`A bit late for Christmas, but there's always Chinese New year', I say.
He smiles and looks wistful. `Oh oh' I think,
Yea Rusty, the year soon turns around, I recall me worrying about buying too much stock and your saying there'll always be Christmas next year' putting me at ease. Now son, it's time for me to do what I can to put you at ease. You're a fine boy son and this Christmas coming you'll be away at some fancy pants college someplace expanding that mind of yours on things I simply couldn't comprehend.'
`I just want you to know that we respect and support that you must do what you've got to do. If that means studying instead of ticking off boxes for me, then so be it, you have my full support, now and always, I'm er we're sure gonna miss you',
He hugged me, turned and walked away, I think he was crying.
`Thanks Mr Tonks' I called, he raised his arm in recognition and carried on, getting a hanky from his pocket.
JoJo thanked me for his hours as I was eating at Woodys with their family, `there's a game I'm saving up for, GTA5, it's wicked'.
His Ma frowned, `not at the table JoJo',
`sorry Ma' said the wounded lamb.
After tea Woody and I relaxed in his room, then about 8 he drove me home.
I sat with Ma reading college prospectuses, in a dream, is this really going to happen, then went to bed, my head swimming with the Portland stone edifices set around those finely manicured lawns, my mind pictured Woody, in his mowing outfit, my bronzed, shirtless, sweating hulk of a man boy pushing a mower over those hallowed grounds, his buns tight in his cut off's unbuttoned to his pubes, a red feathered god.
My cock responded and I soothed it to sleep, depositing a load into my cum rag.
Coach put me in the 200m relays. `That's enough for you this year' he said then continued,
`I've had students, promising academic students who have found the pressure of competitive swimming and book work clash and they've dropped out of swimming suddenly leaving me in a predicament, how are you finding the workload son?',
`Thanks for asking coach', he smiled at me,
`I was finding it tough, real tough but after a chat with my closest friends an families I find that the pressure has lessened and everyone seems to be clearing a path for me, easing my way.'
`As for swimming, if you don't mind Coach, it's an honour being in the team and I'd rather continue as now, using swimming as my recreational release, a bit of fun to look forward to. It's amazing how I find that simply diving in, breaking the water, feeling the coolness invade me, swimming a length underwater in the echoey silence of the pool, the blue water and shimmering lights above me really relaxes me',
`Wise words son',
he said and gently gripped my shoulders as he turned me towards the door, my time up.
`Thanks Coach' I said robotically glancing back as I left his office. I heard him slam the door with his foot and heard the scratchy blinds close. He came out about five minutes later, his eyes red, had he been sobbing?
Woody tooted, waiting for me, `Good practice?' I offered,
`naw, some meatloaf defender took me down, shit my shoulders tightening already',
`Nothing a hot shower and a massage won't cure', I said,
He beamed across at me and started the truck.
We showered and my cock lodged up his ass cheeks as I massaged his shoulder, he bent forwards a little for me and my cock slid up his soapy chute and I took him as I massaged his shoulder, the water rinsing away the soap leaving a clean canvas for me to kiss and hug as I humped him like a Labrador dog. He laid out and I dried his back, giving his shoulder a final massage with moisturiser.
I left him with a kiss on his cheek as he was sleeping, my load, leaking, showing white on his tanned ass as he snuffled and moved up the bed, his legs parting.
It's only a short walk home and Ma will be worried with yet another sleepover. I got in and with the house in darkness I crept into my cold bed, no inclination of what lay ahead.
I met Woody lunch break and he says,
`Wayne is setting up a new venture that he wants me to run, it's a service bay, alongside his tyre bay. He's got the space, he says he never hardly uses those two bays for tire swaps, and that we might as well be servicing vehicles and he wants to take me on. I'd go to college a day a week, learning the theory and he'll teach me the rest. He says he enjoys engines more and the lads can take up the slack fitting tires. I can't wait to tell Tonks who's set me on this path with training me to do the mower services',
`Wow, that's great news Woody'
`Yeah he says he's registering it as a separate company, something to do with tax I didn't understand but there's two shares, one's his and one's mine. We're 50/50. Ain't that just grand, my own boss right out of school. I'll have to think of a way of thanking him?',
`I'm pretty sure I could think of something' I laughed,
`Oh yeah, jus imagine that weapon he carries up your tight one',
`Oh yeah' I laughed.
`What you two fags laughing at?',
`Fuck off Tracey, none of you're business'
says Woody, his job in the US diplomatic corps now secured.
They squared off and Woody swung his arm and I heard the cruch of bones and Tracey fell onto the grass. Mr Hetherington came over. `You boys my office now whilst I call nurse'.
'I'm surprised at you boys, if I had to say I don't believe it, two model students involved in such an animalistic charades as this, we are not in a zoo, we are higher beings',
Heathers taught philosophy and was covering for the brute Henshaw who would definitely have whooped our bare asses by now with his slipper.
I'm going to write homophobic provocation' on my report, now go',
'You gotta cool it Woody', I said as we walked back to classes, late.
`I know, but what with the new company and Wayne I just wanna get out their in the world, not stuck here for another six weeks',
`It'll fly' my stomach turned. Not long now. Think about Canada',
`Oh Canada' sang Woody stood proud, stock still, his hand on his chest.
A teacher passed and smiled at Woody actions, `you boys, class now' he barked. Woody grinned at me and ran to his class.
We got the exam timetable. I now know what I'm up against and can plan.
I'm burning through past papers. Ma's burning through college prospectus. Woodys burning through my ass. He's wound like a top, I have to blow him to release his tension and let him at my ass daily or I swear he'll fucking kill someone.
I'm deep in a book, sat at my desk for English Lit, Woodys just been deep in my ass. I glance over, he's relaxing on my bed laid on his back, his slimy cock once soft is now gaining interest in some dirty thought he's having. He grins at me and crawls under the desk and gets my zipper and pulls down, my legs widen he pushes in, my cock lengthens into his mouth.
I'm bathed in his warmth whilst reading Hardy's `Tess of the D'urbervilles', Tess stabbing Alec coincides with my shooting into Woodys warm pussy mouth as he tickles my frenulum with his arrowed tongue and pulling at by ballsack, my two tight eggs aching slightly with his ministrations.
Unlike Alec's blood my cum won't leave a red stain on the ceiling below.
`Neat idea eh?' Says Woody from under the desk, sucking at my nuts, kissing and smelling them before putting Percy back and zipping me up. He backs out and stands and dresses quickly.
`I'll leave you to it' he says and leans in for a hug and a kiss, depositing part of my load in my mouth, surprising me, my familiar taste keeping me hard. Woody noticed my growing erection.
`See you in the morning, no beating off tonight, it's swim team tomorrow'.
I finish Tess and am so sad. I take a minute, reflecting the note the differences between male and female attitudes toward sex. I wonder what they'd make of Woody and I, but M to M sex is nothing new. I write up the hypocrisy of the time and how brave Hardy was to broach the subject.
I like Hardy and start reading `Jude The Obscure', it's not on my reading list, reading for pleasure is allowed isn't it?
I've decided to try for economics at Stanford, I know, I know only 4% of applicants succeed, but my Counsellor at school says he thinks I've a good chance. He says I've got outstanding GPA scores, that my academic achievement has been excellent throughout high school and is actually improving if that were possible, as I focus on topics I enjoy. That my extra curricula activities in Swim Team, in community activities; supporting local businesses with new initiatives such as the Tonks Christmas Fair and Joint community celebration of sporting achievements are commendable and undertaken at potentially high cost of precious study time. I have stunning references from all sorts of people and situations showing an approach to life and study that any college would be proud of.
Ma says I shouldn't give up on a proper Ivy League university but that would mean living in NY state or thereabouts, that's 1000's miles away, Stanford is a couple hours drive away. Maybe she wants me to meet someone new, not shack up with a hick hunk? I think it's her innate British social snobbery she can't quite ditch.
In my mind I need to make sure I have a banker, somewhere that I want to go that is not so dammned picky, one I aspire to and one I dream of. I tell this to my counsellor Mr. Haigh, who thinks that's very sensible, but that I mustn't sell myself short. `Aim high young man' he says, I think of Woodys cum shot I fucked out of him, spurting, lit by the morning sun before it landed splat on his chest.
I told Woody that and he laughed, no chance of you selling yourself short, you're huge where it counts.
I make my decision. Stanford, UCLA Berkeley, UCLA Santa Barbara.
Mr. Haigh has booked me a campus tour of Stanford and a chance to meet an admissions tutor for the economics program. He let slip its an old pal of his, at his alma mater, he recounted that he was his roomie and as he talked he sorta went weird on me, I wonder did he mean an old flame? Anyways all I've to do is call him and he's sure he will spare a few minutes with me, not that he can offer preferential advice of course, who ever would think that, just some useful pointers.
I tell Woody, the visit is next Friday, he says he will drive and that we should stay over in a motel or whatever for a couple of nights and drive back on the Sunday and make a weekend of it.
Ma is thrilled, but uneasy about the motel part. San Francisco is a huge city she says with lots of creeps about preying on fine young men, we agree and looking on-line Woody finds some cabins right on the beach at Costanoa, about an hours drive from Stanford and where we can just swim and surf.
I buckle down and take more practice Stanford exams papers. I let slip to Coach and he says that Stanford swim team is rated highly. He knows a few guys from way back and will contact them to give me pointers and he can arrange a visit whilst I am there.
`If anyone can do it you can Rusty, I mean Chris',
`Rusty is fine, Coach, sir',
He looked me up and down, `he sure is son, he sure is', he laughed. I blushed.
TBC