Sharing a man with my mother

[ShihTzuTylenol]

morning eJ! I love the dildo song! HaHA!

 

[rocabar]

Oooohh... The plot thickens!

 

[DonQuixote]

Gusty,
Our boys are definitely heading for more trouble, lol.

And, Raben'scoat adds a nice same-aged option for our protagonist - before certain other individuals wind up getting him killed.

Or, ooh ooh, a menage a trois!

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Chapter 11


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As I inched closer to the curtain and what marvels lay beyond, I began to consider the various 'what if' situations once I breech the perimeter and enter into what I know only as 'The Viewing Booths.'

What if I find my Ravenscoat down on his knees pleasuring some gluttonous truck driver with weeks of shit stains in his grungy Fruit of the Looms and a prominent front tooth missing? Will I judge?

What if this guy that has captured my imagination so intently is getting his own unit serviced by some gorgeous hunk with an iron body and eyes like Orlando Bloom? How could I compete with that? What demons am I willing to resurrect here tonight?

What if Ravensco...

Suddenly with no warning the tweed curtain exploded open shattering every thought in my head and forcing me to step back in fear. The first thing I saw was Ravenscoat's dark purple sleeves blasting out from the darkness and him screaming at the top of his lungs.

"EVERYBODY FREEZE AND SHOW ME YOUR HANDS! NOW! he shouted, his elbows locked and arms straight out in from of him pointing a handgun at each of us alternately, IF ANYONE EVEN BLINKS, I'LL BLOW EVERY ONE OF YOUR FUCKING HEADS OFF!"

Maybe I'd been desensitized from movies and television through the years, but the gun (a snub nosed thirty-eight caliber revolver, a.k.a. the Saturday night special) didn't look all that intimidating in and of itself. But the way he was ranting and raving certainly intensified the whole experience and I (for one) was scared shitless.

He was waving the hand canon around with a frightened, desperate look in his eyes. From the way he was fidgeting and bouncing in place, I got the sense he was uncertain of himself and why he was even doing this. I felt like I might be able to defuse the situation if I played my hand right. Still, the madness in his eyes was puzzling to say the least.

First he targeted me, probably because I was mere steps away from him. Then he began to torment the poor cashier, I thought she was going to scream for a split second and get us all killed the way her mouth flew open. Then he aimed his weapon at Troy across the room before flipping it back to the woman.

Her eyes were ready to pop out of the sockets, and she was so flustered she pissed her pants. That was hard to watch, but I noticed when her jaw dropped open her freshly lit cigarette stuck to her lower lip and dangled there for a few moments before finally letting go and falling (in slow motion) to the cold concrete floor between her worn out flip flops, calloused, dry feet with yellowing toenails in a burst of tiny sparks then bounced up again landing in the growing puddle of pee with a quick hissing sound -- extinguishing any potential fire hazard in a single fleeting moment.

"QUIT FUCKING AROUND AND PUT ALL THE MONEY INTO A BAG! DO IT NOW BITCH OR SO HELP ME..." he screamed swinging the weapon around at each of us once again to keep us all in check.

Then when the woman finally got up the courage to move towards the cash register she slipped in the urine and nearly fell, only adding to her emotional instability. Luckily she caught herself by grabbing onto the counter top, but she knocked all kinds of stuff off onto the floor in front of Ravenscoat and myself. Had things not been so intense I would have most certainly busted out laughing. I'm an über-fan of slapstick, and that was a true Three Stooges moment.

"GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE LADY! I'M NOT PLAYING WITH YOU! HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE IN THE BACK? HOW FUCKING MANY?" he continued to scream unmercifully, and the more he yelled the less she could do, until she just finally broke into tears and dropped to her knees, a nervous wreck.

"NO, NO, NO, LADY! GET YOUR FAT ASS UP AND GIVE ME THE FUCKING CASH...Oh this is bullshit..." he said, the desperation seeping from him like the sweat dripping off his nose. I saw him lowering his gun ever so slightly, and I figured he was ready to run out the front door, so I took my opportunity to plead for the woman, hoping he would feel pity and go before he did something we'd all regret.

"Look, leave her alone, she's gonna have a fucking heart atta...!" I yelled, when I'd finally seen enough, but he quickly took back control by swinging his outstretched arms around and striking me in the side of the head with the gun barrel, knocking me off balance and crushing my heroic efforts in one fell swoop.

My ear began to bleed, yet I felt all warm and fuzzy inside when I heard Troy (caring enough to risk his own safety) scream, "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" and come running up towards the front to check on me. But I think Ravenscoat already felt threatened by my lover for one reason or another. He pointed the gun up and fired a shot into the ceiling, yelling with a blood curdling intensity, "DON'T TRY ANYTHING FUNNY OLD MAN BECAUSE I'LL BLOW YOUR GODAMN BRAINS OUT IN A SECOND!"

Not wanting his God damn brains blown out even for a second, Troy abruptly stopped, but I could sense he wanted to keep coming and hold me in his arms and perhaps press his luscious cock against me one last time.

Our captor then told me to jump behind the counter and get the money for him, "...AND DON'T PLAY WITH ME PUNK! KEEP YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE 'EM OR I'LL KILL YOUR BOYFRIEND!"

"He's not really my boyfr..." I started to speak, to maybe get a rapport going between he and I, but I shut up mid-sentence when he lifted the .38 and fired a second round into the ceiling, this time taking out a light fixture that rained debris down onto both of us...another moment that would have made Moe, Larry and Curly proud.

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SMARTASS, OR I SWEAR THE NEXT ONE WILL BE AIMED AT YOUR FOREHEAD!"

I wanted so badly to say, "Aye, Aye, Captor." but I bit my tongue -- I think he was ready to crack and his trigger finger was probably itching like a whore working a double shift.

I swiftly placed both hands on the counter and with one powerful thrust, vaulted my feet into the air over the counter and landed on the other side, slightly startling the old lady and causing her to burst into a fresh round of hysterics before she noticed it was me and not the other Raven's coat wearing fucker with the gun.

I started pounding buttons and beating on the machine trying to open the cash drawer. "Help me out lady! How do I open this? Stop crying for a minute and..." That's when I saw the shotgun laying under the counter within inches of my hand. In a second I could pull the trigger and blast a hole through the plywood and cut Ravenscoat in half. Suddenly I realized the reason behind the woman's hysteria. She didn't want to kill him, so she froze up.

I had a choice to make and a very small window of time to make it in. As I weighed my options Ravenscoat told me to stand back as he pointed the pistol at the cash register. "I'LL GET THAT MOTHER FUCKER OPEN!" he declared with glazed over eyes and a hysterical laugh beginning to surface from within him.

I chose to step back -- he was way too gorgeous to even consider cutting in half with a shotgun blast to the mid section. After everything that had occurred between us, I still had this urge to see his penis. I couldn't take the chance of shooting it off.

I braced myself for him to fire another round not knowing if it might ricochet off the metal and hit one of us or God forbid, put an eye out, but just then the infamous curtain burst open again; only this time it was five burly leather bears with a couple preppy twinks in tow that came rushing out and tackled Ravenscoat to the concrete floor. And they kept piling one on top of another burying him like an NFL fumble recovery in the Super Bowl...

But alas, one look around and I found myself back in the quiet sterile boredom of our hostess' mundane and uneventful shift.

I glanced over to see the heavy-set night manager turning another page in her book and noticed the ash from her cigarette beginning to bend in the inevitable clutches of gravity's omnipresence under it's own weight. I realized at that moment excitement doesn't come find you, you have to seek it out, and although I live a simple life unfettered by complexities beyond my control -- I gotta find a different crowd of losers to hang with before it's too late.

So, here I am, stepping across the curtained threshold in question while my flamboyant "what if" mid winter night's dream is rapidly dissipating into the Pine-Sol scented air.

Here I am, stepping into the unknown, but now I have to wonder why I came. Was it to find that cute kid with the great smile and a dark purple coat like mine or was I there for something more profound?

[to be continued]
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[Kyanimal]

WOW! You're GOOD, Gus! Really, REALLY, GOOD!!

Can't wait for MORE, "Sir"!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[EJMichaels]

Gus, you're a wonderfully twisted dude.

 

[rocabar]

THAT was fantastic!!!

Thanks for regaling us with yr. witty tale... Looking forward to hearing what happens 'behind the curtain'!

 

[DonQuixote]

A Mid-Summer's Night (Day)Dream, indeed!

Lovely. Wickedly twisted, but lovely.

And, as for the "Till the Fat Lady Sings" cliche' discussed earlier, it hails from those "lovely" German(?) Opera's with the Valkyries bellowing in the back.

The Prima Soprano was typically a woman with a set of lungs that wouldn't quit, and a body large enough to envelop and support them.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Nominated for 7 Academy Awards
The critics are praising Sharing a man with my mother

DonQuixote of Time magazine calls it, "Lovely" and adds, "it hails from those "lovely" German Operas"

rocabar from the Today Show says, "THAT was fantastic!!!"

EJMichaels in Rolling Stone calls it, "wonderfully twisted"

Kyanimal with the New York Times states, "WOW! You're GOOD, Gus! Really, REALLY, GOOD!!" and writes, "Can't wait for MORE"




So Don't Miss Sharing a man with my mother

Out on DVD and BlueRay Tuesday.

 

[Kyanimal]

So Don't Miss Sharing a man with my mother

Out on DVD and BlueRay Tuesday.

Promises, promises, promises!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[applesauce92]

keep it up bud!!! please!!!!

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Chapter 12
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"Where you going, sugar? Hey, darling, you gotta buy some tokens if you want to go in there." a gruff voice said, before my eyes had had a chance to adjust in the darkness, so I stepped back out into the light.

"Pardon me?" I asked, as the lady got up from her perch where the gray vinyl cushion slowly re-inflated after being smashed flat. She wobbled over and took a position of authority behind the cash register with one eye squinting nearly shut because of the loops of smoke rising off her cigarette.

"If you want to watch a video you have to buy a pass." she stated, then waited for my payment.

"Oh... well, I wasn't planning to watch a movie, I just want to check if my friend is in there." I tried explaining.

"That doesn't matter, you still gotta purchase some tokens. Besides, there's a limit of one person to a stall." she informed me, although I got the impression she wasn't really too worried about enforcing that rule, or any rule that meant getting off her stool for any length of time.

Just then I saw something purple moving in my peripheral vision, and when I turned to look I saw the Raven's coat I thought I'd been tracking. He was in a squatting position fingering through the DVD selections. He hadn't even gone into the viewing rooms like I'd assumed, and I'm glad I found that out before I embarrassed myself back there.

"Never mind, ma'am, I found him. Thank you anyway." I told the woman politely, then took off toward the DVD isle where he was now standing up, so I could properly introduce myself.

I walked up the next row of videos and stopped to browse facing him, "Nice coat." I complimented him immediately, to break the ice.

"Oh, thank you." he replied, with a smile as his eyes went directly to my coat, "I like yours too. You have good taste in jackets."

He was slightly shorter than me I realized from being up close. I think the liquor and pills had curbed my inhibitions because I was being very open. I rather doubt I'd be talking to someone in an adult bookstore had I been in a sober state.

"Didn't I see you at Walgreen's earlier?" I asked, thumbing through DVDs to seem busy.

"Oh, yeah. I... had to pick up... some stuff." fumbling his words in a nervous fashion.

I looked at him and smiled at his shyness, "Did my mom hire you to follow me?" I said jokingly, "I'll double what she's paying if you tell her you lost our trail. Ha."

He looked slightly embarrassed, "No, I... haha, I was surprised when I came in and saw you guys here." he said, as he sensed my playfulness and began to relax, "I thought maybe you were following me. Haha."

I smiled. "My name's Tristan, by the way."

"Hello Tristan, I'm Dayne. Do you come here often?"

"Nice pick up line. Hehe, actually, this is my first time, and I gotta say, I never knew there was such a thing as 'piss pigs' before now, haha." I said, holding up a video entitled Piss Pigs 4, with a big breasted woman on the cover squatting on some guy and peeing like a garden hose.

"Haha, I know. Here's one called, Fist Factor." he replied then went on browsing as an uncomfortable silence began to grow between us. I felt I needed to keep the lines of communication open or I risked frightening him away.

"So, you wanna party?" I blurted out, then realized Dayne had a bewildered look on his face. Had I pushed to fast, too soon? I quickly tried to clarify, "I mean, I have a bottle of whiskey outside, and I was just going to slip out and take a shot..." I said, looking behind me to make sure Troy was still a preoccupied with his shopping spree, "You want a drink a little Jack?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Great, let's go."

Dayne followed me outside where I asked him, "Do you mind if we sit in your car?"

"I don't care. That's fine." he said, still seeming timid like he still wasn't sure how to take my forwardness.

"Great, I'll grab the booze."

I got the Jack Daniels and hurried over to the truck Dayne got into across the parking lot. We each took turns sipping from the bottle and making small talk. At one point I asked if he had a girlfriend to which he replied nothing steady. I sensed by his lackluster answer he wasn't all that interested in girls, but I still felt a bit apprehensive.

"Who's that guy you're with?" he asked, when it came my turn to take a drink.

"Whew," I said, reacting to the alcohol, "...oh, that's Troy. My mom's boyfriend's buddy." I replied, handing the bottle back to him to unzip my coat and get more comfortable.

"So, he's not your boyfriend?"

"No, he's got a girlfriend, so...." I began to explain when he jumped in.

"Then you're single?" with a slight grin.

I smiled back at him as he tipped the bottle up for a stiff drink. That's when I slid into the middle, closer to him, and once he recovered from the bite of the bourbon I pressed my mouth to his and began to kiss him. I met with no resistance at all. He was leaning his head back and melting into the seat as our tongues swiveled and folded around each other. Within moments I was groping his crotch and I could feel his swollen dick inside its denim pouch. I felt him spread his legs a little as I unbuttoned his jeans and slipped my hand down behind the zipper where I found his thick knob with my fingertips. That's when I heard him moan, and then pull away from me to say something. I thought for a split second I might have gone too far, but then realized he had seen Troy come outside.

"Mmm... isn't that your friend?" he asked, looking towards the entrance.

My heart was beating rapidly, and it took a second to get my mind focused. "Huh? Oh, yeah it is. Crap. I'll be right back." I said as I opened the truck door and jumped out to run over and meet Troy before he reached the car. I told him about my new friend and how he was going to party with us, then gave him my Master Card to get the toys and videos he wanted. I told him I'd ride to Evan's house with Dayne and we'd meet him there.

"Cool." Troy said with a goofy look in his eyes as he stared at the credit card.

"Now don't get ridiculous with that thing, or my mom will kill us both. And don't take too long, you gotta meet Dayne. He's pretty sweet." I said, unable to hide my enthusiasm and after a quick peck on the cheek I ran back across the parking lot.

As soon as I climbed back into his truck Dayne handed me the Bottle of Jack and I saw he had his pants down to his knees and his cock was standing straight up in his lap. He'd finished most of the booze and looked really happy to see me. I tipped the bottle up to finish off what was left when I nearly choked as I heard him say, "So... how much are we talking about? What do you usually charge?"

[to be continued]
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[DonQuixote]

"So... how much are we talking about? What do you usually charge?"

DANGER, Will Robinson, DANGER!
OINK Alert.

Is this an undercover cop, trolling for hookers?
Or, was our boy's forwardness sending the wrong message?

Stay tuned for the next exciting episode of "as the boy horns up".

You definitely are keeping out attention.

 

[Kyanimal]

HA! With all the "Jack" that Dayne swilled, I don't think we need to worry about a "Sting" operation, "Q"! However, I do think it's highly likely that someone just might end up getting "Stung", butt in a very pleasurable way!

"What do you usually charge?"

"This will only cost you ALL of your modesty, and inhibitions, and I'll do my best to keep your dignity in tact."

Gus, Bud! As Ronboy "might" say, You SO F'ing ROCK!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[rocabar]

Great instalment, Gus... Looking forward to more!

 

[Ultratank]

Loving it so far!

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

CHAPTER 13
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Confident he was only role playing, I didn't miss a beat, "Usually I get three hundred bucks an hour, but for you I'll make an exception. Half price," I said, using my most seductive voice, "Can you swing a hundred fifty, big boy?"

As far as I knew, we were playing Pretty Woman. I was obviously Julia Roberts and he was Richard Gere -- which was perfect because he had such piercing, sexy eyes. I was going to be swept off my feet I thought until he just kind of froze, staring at me with a stunned look. Then when he began to pack up his junk I realized we were perhaps playing out two different fantasies. So I began to negotiate.

"Too much? Maybe we can work something out?" I added, lifting my left knee onto the seat to face him better.

"Forget it, I can't afford anything like that!" he said with disappointment and a little anger. I couldn't believe he was acting so odd, and just like that I realized he had been completely serious and must have really thought I was some sort of prostitute, but before I lost my cool I decided I wanted to play with him a little longer.

"Whoa, slow down Sugar-buns, I can come down as low as thirty-five dollars if you're strapped for cash." I said, trying to stay in character as my blood continued to boil.

He took the bait, "You mean per hour, or just thirty-five bucks? Because that's about all..."

I interrupted him with a wink and a smile, "Dayne, I'm fucking with you. I can't believe you went for it, haha." I laughed, then kept it going, "It's only twenty dollars for the whole night, Sweetie." I told him, ending it on a sarcastically bitter note. "I'm a cheap piece of ass."

It went over his head and I became further agitated as he grinned and seemed to relax. Then I felt dizzy as a veil of disgust flowed over me like a cascading waterfall. I thought we had had a chance to connect and maybe it could have led somewhere, but he was only looking for a reasonably priced blow-job. I didn't know whether to take the cash and suck him off for my own delight or tell him to stick the filthy money up his tight ass. I guess it was when he began to reach for his wallet that I made the call.

"Wait, you got this all wrong. I'm worth a hell of a lot more than twenty bucks." I said with obvious regret.

"Ah, man, I can't afford much more than..." he tried to explain, as I stopped him mid-sentence.

"NO! I'm trying to say, I'm not a fucking whore, Dayne. I'm just a fool that thought you liked me." I said firmly, "I don't put a price on sex and I sure as hell don't pay for friendship, and I thought that's where we were headed. I guess I was wrong."

The 'deer in the headlights' look on his face was a mild comfort, but I was still floored and felt so utterly stupid I just wanted to hide under a rock. I'm not sure what I really expected him to say or do, but I resigned to the idea that I was going to get out of his truck and walk back into the video store with my dignity in tact.

"Huh?" he said with a crackling voice. I could sense he was as embarrassed as I was about the misunderstanding. I felt like a complete ass and I think he did too.

But the moment was gone. I'd lost all interest in the wink of an eye, and all I could think about was how I needed another drink. I lifted the bottle up to the lights to see if there might be a sip left, but it was dry as a bone. I tossed it in the floorboard then reached into my pocket and pulled out my pain pills. Pouring a couple into my palm I felt my head getting light and I looked over at Dayne wondering where I was.

"What's that?" he asked.

I thought for a split second then looked down again and poured out a few more pills. I heard Dayne talking in the background, but my mind was reeling like a slot machine while I was trying to estimate how much I could take without blowing out my liver. Finally I gave into reason and dumped most of them back into the bottle and popped three into my mouth swallowing them all at once. I began to sense something was wrong when I had trouble getting the cap back on the bottle and back into my pocket.

Dayne was saying something, but I was only getting parts and pieces of it. "...I was...hey, is...can this...when it...need to..."

The drugs had none of the instantaneous gratification as the bourbon had had, and certainly none of the bite. But I convinced myself it would help me cope with the situation nonetheless. I casually glanced over at Dayne with the intentions of bidding him a fond farewell, yet all I recall about that moment is thinking how pissed off he looked. I was confused.

I hadn't heard anything he was talking about, but once I started to focus and concentrate I realized he was trying to apologize and voicing his concern with what I'd just swallowed.

"...you need to take it easy. Once that booze kicks in you..." He was ranting, his voice fading in and out as I admired his strong jawline and pretty lips, thinking how I wanted to just slide across the seat and kiss him again.

"Wha...t?" I managed to mumble with a smile, forgetting all about the anger that had taken over my head only moments earlier.

"What do you mean, what? Are you okay? You don't look..." and that's where I lost consciousness. Well, that's when I 'blacked out,' anyway.

Maybe it was the pills mixed with the liquor or maybe it was the fatigue from my head injury catching up with me or maybe a combination of everything on top of the sudden disappointment I'd just been through, but for whatever reason, I can't remember what we did from that moment on. What happened next is anyone's guess.

I woke up the following afternoon sprawled out on a mattress in the floor of some tiny bedroom. And talk about 'trailer trash,' I'd never been in the midst of such a pig sty, but I fit in perfectly. The front of my shirt and coat sleeve was covered in vomit and my pants were completely missing but oddly enough, I still had my boots on (albeit on the wrong feet).

I was in the trenches of one of the worst hangovers I would ever experience in my entire life, and it left me with several frightening questions as well as an insatiable loathing for even the scent from a bottle of Jack Daniels to this very day.

[to be continued]
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[Kyanimal]

Great chapter!

I'm hoping that's Dayne's pig sty he woke up in! Then again, this story has proven to be so unpredictably fascinating!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[EJMichaels]

Great chapter!. . . unpredictably fascinating. . .

Yeah, that's it!

 

[DonQuixote]

Tzu,
Will our pretty boy ever engage the brains the good Lord gave him, or will he continue to make piss ass poor judgments?

And, covered in puke, where are his pants?

You do keep us pondering the poignancies of your prose.