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Hey, Dude! Part Six
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Hey, Dude!
part 6
Ron held Geoff to him and smiled at the boy, whose dark blonde hair
was down all in his face and eyes. "Sure, dude, we can do it tomorrow,
and like, the next day, and the next...." Geoff laughed happily and
cuddled up warm and soft. Ron felt sleep overtaking him.
It had been a long, stressful day. Ron still hadn't gotten a start on
his homework, and as Geoff snuggled sleepily up next to him, he saw the
clotted blood in the boy's left nostril. It was a sobering reminder of
just *why* Geoff was here in the first place. Ron had been on the verge
of unconsciousness, especially after what the kid had just done to him,
but as he remembered Geoff crying to him all alone in a payphone, he
knew he had to do something. He rose from under the rumpled covers,
waking Geoffrey a little. "Where'ya goin'....?" Geoff whined
plaintively. Ron threw on his bathrobe and bent over his friend.
"I'm just goin' downstairs a minute, dude, don't worry, I'll be right
back." Ron brushed Geoff's messy hair back and kissed him, so tenderly!
right between his eyes. Geoff giggled. "I love you Geoff." said Ronny.
"Me too, dude...." and Geoff was asleep again.
Ron went down, hoping Dad was still up, and he was, semi-dozing on the
couch. Mom had already gone to bed, which suited Ron too, although he
got along pretty well with his folks, all things considered. Ron sat
down next to his Father on the couch, watching what was on the TV.
"You worried, son?"
Ron shook his head and smiled. He guessed that was what parents were
for. "How'd you figure that, Dad?"
"What do you think the best thing for us to do now is?"
"I dunno, Dad. I know Geoff's a really neat little kid, and it's
strange, I like him for a friend even if he *is* sorta Darcie's age. I
hate them for beatin' him, Dad, that's just not cool. They slapped him
in the hospital when they came to see me. And I don't think he deserves
it. Does that make sense?"
"Sure does, son. I just don't know whether we should get involved, or
call the police, or..."
"Dad, can you talk to Geoff's father? Like, intervention or whatever
it's called? I think Mr. Oscar's kind of a wuss, anyway. It's Geoff's
Mother that slaps him around. I mean, their son *did* injure me, so
maybe if you..."
"That's not really fair, is it Ronald..."
"It's not really fair he has a bloody nose and bruises all over him
either, is it Charles..."
"Just calm down, kiddo, I'm on your side. Okay..?"
"Yeah, Dad, I'm sorry. I'm tired and stressed and worried."
"Is Geoff asleep?"
"Yeah. It was kind of a long day for him."
"We'll take him to school tomorrow, and I'll think about this. He can
stay here when ever he wants, and you look out for him a little, too.
But, son, this isn't a movie of the week or anything like that. I've
probably already broken the law by letting him stay here.. he is
technically a runaway right now..."
"Yeah I know. I'll be cool. I like the little guy, he's like a little
brother. I feel like helpin' out."
"I'm glad you came down here to talk with me, kiddo..you know that?"
Ron was suddenly close to tears again. He sensed things were changing,
that he was growing up in some unfathomable way. He felt pretty good
about things right now. He kissed his Dad's stubbled cheek. "Love you."
Strong arms reached up from the couch and held him fast for a moment.
"Love you too, son. Have a good sleep.."
"Night, Dad..."
Ron awoke out of the extravagant dreams of adolescence to find
himself almost off the side of his bed onto the floor. Geoff had
commanded the center of the bed as well as the lion's share of the
blankets, and was curled up in a cannonball with one arm around Ron's
neck. He was soundly asleep. The clock told Ron that it was about
fifteen minutes earlier than he normally got up. Ron was tired, but
awake, so he slipped out from Geoff's embrace and tucked the blankets
back around the sleeping boy. He was doing his thing in the bathroom
after his shower when Geoff walked in, his soft hair flying all over the
place and half of one eye open. Ron just stood there while Geoff hitched
his boxers down and pissed unashamedly in front of Ron. Then Geoff
stretched hugely and walked over to him, pressing warmly up against him.
(yawnnnn) "Hey, dude... whatsup?"
"Nothin'. I gotta shave."
"You *shave* already??"
"Just my lip, about once a week. But it's gettin' darker. See?"
Geoff looked at the indicated part of Ron's face. Ron smeared on some
shaving cream and was done 30 seconds later. He rinsed the plastic razor
off and handed it to Geoff to check out. Geoff peered at himself in the
mirror and made like he was shaving, too. Ron draped his arms around his
boyfriend and lowered his chin to his shoulder, smooshing their ears
together. They watched each other in the mirror.
"You sleep good?" asked Ron.
"Yeah, after what *we* did...." Geoff giggled naughtily.
"It wasn't the last time we'll have fun like that, dude.."
"Cool, Ron, I hope not. I liked it. I like you!"
Ron was unable to resist giving the kid a quick feel. The
twelve-year-old was half-hard anyway, and as soon as he felt Ron's hand
on the the fly of his boxers he pressed his pelvis into the front of the
vanity, trapping Ron's big hand. Geoff ground his hips slowly, as his
boner rose into the warmth of Ron's grasp. Geoff turned his face up to
Ron's.
"Do it, Ronny, huh? I always do it in the morning, it relaxes me for
school...."
Ron pulled Geoff back a bit and let his shorts slip down around his
ankles. The boy was grinning and quivering in Ron's arms. Ron watched
himself jacking Geoff off in the mirror. It was truly erotic. He had not
had a chance to check Geoff out much, but now the boy was standing
naked before him. Ron kept his left arm around the boy's chest, and Geoff
wrapped his own skinny arms around Ron's. He closed his eyes and leaned
back into his older friend's warmth, cooing and flexing his hips. Ron
felt him getting harder and harder. Geoff gripped Ron strongly as the
tickles and tingles and pressure in his pink nuts rose and rose, then
with little warning the boy gasped and sighed "...aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh...."
and pumped another couple of jets of thin boycome onto Ron's bathroom
rug. Geoff shuddered rigidly and then giggled. Ron loved his giggles,
too. The boy turned to face him, a thin web of sperm still leading from
the tip of his 'wiener' to his knee. He hugged Ron.
"Cool one, thanks, Ronnie. I *liked* it!"
"Do me quick, Geoffster, before someone comes up here...."
"I just came, up here...." Geoff said with a mischievous grin. It
took Ron a second, but he was quick, too.
"Good stuff comes to those who wait, dude..."
Geoff's lithe small hand was already stroking Ron...oh God this feels
so goooood... a guy could really get used to this on a regular basis!
Ron stood back against the vanity, holding the lip of the counter with
his hands, while Geoff stood beside and in front of him bending slightly
forward and cranking him off. It was still so new, and he loved Geoffrey
so much, that in no time Ron was up on his toes, arched back over the
vanity, biting his lip to keep from moaning out loud as yet another
hard, strong orgasm rocked his teenage psyche. Geoff stopped and hugged
him as his boner softened between them. Ron looked down into those
hazel, trusting eyes.
"It was good, dude. I love you."
"Love you too..."
Ron was going to kiss Geoff's forehead, but those lips! Geoff's lips
were so cute, such a beautiful boy... Ron took a chance and pressed his
lips lightly to Geoff's. Geoff inhaled slightly and then pressed back.
The kept it going for a few seconds, with Ron holding the back of
Geoff's head. Geoff tried to say something.
"Yeah, dude?" whispered Ron.
"Ya wanna try frenchin'?"
"You wanna?"
Geoff shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
"You boys get a move on, breakfast is ready.." called Mom through the
bathroom door as she knocked on it.
The two kids sprang apart as if a snake had appeared between them.
"O- Okay, Mom... uh, okay.." said Ron lamely, so freaked out that
his voice cracked like a thirteen-year-old's. Geoff was in a panic as
well. But Mom didn't come in, and five minutes later both boys were
seated at breakfast, just normal all-American kids. Darcie kept glancing
at Geoff out of the corner of her eye, while Geoff sat by Ron, oblivious
of the attention he was getting from a young lady who was developing
fantasies of her own about him. This was going to get interesting!
The school day passed normally, Ron struggling to cram way too much
work into every spare minute... (well, maybe not *every* minute..) and
it went pretty okay for Geoff as well, except for the massive bone he'd
popped in math, daydreaming about his best friend when he should have
been reading about boring complex fractions. He looked down at the tent
in his walking shorts just as Frankie Wong did. Geoff was mortified, and
there was nothing he could do. "Who's the lucky lady, Geoffrey...?"
"Um, uh....Frankie, mind your own business!"
"Wooo, Geoff, next time wear a jock or something..."
Geoff thought fast. "Frank, you see Species?"
"Yup."
"Her."
Frankie's face lit up and he cupped his fist and stroked the air for a
split-second. "Me too, dude, she's awesome...." he whispered to Geoff.
"Yeah. Shit, here comes Mr. Mason...."
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