Inside-Out (17/20)

[ibonekoen]

Damn it, I had a cutesy little disclaimer and Livejournal is wonky and erased it when I posted, messed up my lj cut and just pissed me off. So I'll try to remember as much of it as I can. It went something like:

Only three chapters left! Just to reiterate, we don't own any of these characters, we're not making profit off of this, it is NC-17, there is boy touching and feedback is mucho appreciated. ^_^

The next morning, the sun wakes me up. Shit, I forgot I was sleeping aboveground. I squint in the glare, shielding my eyes with one hand. Fuck, what time is it?

Casey stirs a little, then tightens his arms around my waist and tries to burrow his face deeper into my chest. He mumbles something but it’s muffled and totally unrecognizable as anything but grumbles and groans.

I feel Casey’s eyelashes flutter against my chest and then he raises his head, looking at me through squinted eyes.

“Wow.” he says, blinking. “Either I’m having the best dream of my life or I’ve died and gone to heaven. Or, you know, standard hallucination. Take your pick.”

“Yeah, sorry, I spiked the tequila with shrooms last night.” I respond with a grin. “Morning sexy. Flattery will get you everywhere.”

He grins. “Morning yourself, handsome.” he says. He stretches, kissing me tenderly. “Mmm, what a nice thing to wake up to.”

“I was just thinking the same thing.” I admit, definitely having an attack of the warm fuzzies. For some reason, when he says stuff like that, I believe him. That’s a first for me. Maybe it’s because he’s risking so much just by being here.

“So,” I ask, touching his cute little button nose affectionately. “What’s on the itinerary for today? We going to tackle some school work, I’ll act up, you’ll give me detention and then things’ll get really kinky?”

He scrunches up his nose, grinning. “Sounds like a lovely plan.” he says, waggling his eyebrows. “How about breakfast first?”

His stomach gives a little growl.

“Ooh, uh, okay.” I respond, frowning as I try to think of what would qualify as breakfast. “Does pizza deliver this early?”

Casey laughs. “I doubt it. They don’t open until eleven.” he says. “Got any eggs?”

“If I do, they’re probably rotten.” I admit. “I don’t use the fridge for much except beer lately. I need to go shopping.”

I grin, then tickle his side. “You’ve been distracting me.”

He giggles, squirming. “Yeah, well, I don’t exactly see you complaining.” he says. “Okay. . .what about cereal?”

“No milk.” I point out as I turn the tickling into a caress. “We could have corn flakes and beer.”

Casey laughs, making a face. “That doesn’t even sound appetizing.” he says.

“There’s always the option of going out.” he says as he brushes his fingertips across my cheek. “Or just waiting until the pizza place opens.”

“I guess we could hit McDonalds or something.” I say, shrugging a little. I run my hand through his hair, trying to imagine him with a different haircut.

He smiles. “Okay. McDonalds sounds good.”

He makes no move to get up though. Instead he just stares at me for a few moments, and then leans close to kiss me.

I return the kiss greedily, pulling him down on top of me. Maybe I’ll just eat Casey for breakfast. Heheheheh. The thought of going down on him is still weird, but the apprehension is being overridden by my desire to make him feel good. If you haven’t noticed, I’m big on instant gratification.

He sighs softly against my mouth, his hands coming up to grip my shoulders. His tongue prods my lips gently.

Of course, I open my mouth to him eagerly. I work my hands down his back until they’re resting possessively on his butt. Mmmm, I do like that butt.

. . .

Okay, I’m horny. Is it really obvious? Probably. I’m kind of poking him.

His tongue instantly darts into my mouth, rubbing against my tongue. His hips start grinding into me slowly.

I moan urgently, kneading his ass gently, mindful that he might be a little sore from the night before. I moan again, louder, as I think back to the night before, remembering him writhing under me, calling out my name, begging for more, urging me on. Fuck that was hot. And we get to do it again tonight! Yes!

Casey shivers, his hips grinding faster in a circular motion. He slides one hand down my arm until he encounters my hand and then he threads our fingers together. His other hand tightens on my shoulder, his fingers digging into my skin.

I lose track of everything but our joined hands for a moment, flexing my fingers to test out the sensation. Holy shit, that’s. . .that’s strangely intense. I think I really care about this kid.

I close my fingers around the back of his hand and squeeze gently, not sure what to do with myself. I’m vaguely aware of the phone ringing downstairs, but it can go fuck itself.

He mumbles something, but keeps kissing me. His hand squeezes mine in response as he thrusts against me more insistently.

I suddenly get the feeling that Casey isn’t being as mushy about this as I am. I think he’s trying to tell me he’s got an itch that needs scratching. Well, okay, yeah, we’re both teenaged guys. This equation is probably going to involve a lot of that.

I roll him over onto his back, psyching myself up for going down on him. How weird can it be? Girls do it all the time.

Casey moans and shivers, his hand moving up from my shoulder to the back of my neck. He breaks our kiss, panting for air. “Zeke.” he moans. Then he’s kissing and licking my neck.

I let him writhe out some of his excess energy, remembering that enjoying sex is a pretty new thing for him. When he settles down a bit, I start kissing my way down his chest, pausing for a moment to attend to each of his nipples before continuing down his stomach. Once I get to around his navel, however, his cock keeps getting caught underneath my chin, and I have to keep carefully removing it to avoid giving him whisker burn from my morning scruff in a really uncomfortable place.

Oh. By the way, Casey’s rod looks a lot bigger up close. It’s a little intimidating.

He’s breathing heavily, his eyes on me. “You. . .don’t. . .you don‘t. . .have to.” he says breathlessly. “I mean. . .this is still. . .kinda weird.”

He gulps, licking his lips, then starts chewing on his lower lip.

“You did it to me.” I point out, then study his erection. What the hell am I supposed to do with this thing, exactly? I take a moment to try to recall the porn I’ve seen. Girls just kind of stick it their mouths. . .oh wait! They do the tongue thing first, right?! Right!

Starting at the base of his shaft, I drag my tongue up his length. I pause for a moment while I wait to turn into a frog or for God to strike me down or something, but of course nothing like that happens.

He gasps softly, writhing slightly on the bed. “Zeke.” he whispers. He smiles encouragingly, nodding.

Okay. So far, so good. Now, um. . .now what?

Experimentally, I run my tongue over the tip of his penis, then suck the head into my mouth, my lips stopping just below the ridge of the tip.

He moans as a shudder runs through him. “Oh Zeke, that’s good.” he says breathlessly. “Keep going.”

I resign myself to the fact that there’s no way I can compete with Delilah in the BJ department, so I’m just going to do what I can. I take him further into my mouth, sucking on him. It’s kind of a neat feeling, actually. Like, comforting somehow. Kind of like sucking on a girl’s tit, only way bigger.

And that’s certainly one of the more embarrassing thoughts I’ve had in my life.

Casey moans louder, one hand resting on the back of my head. His other has a death grip on the sheets. He’s struggling to keep his eyes open and focused on me.

“Oh god.” he croaks at one point.

Okay, that helps with the embarrassment.

I decide to see how much of him I can get in my mouth, and manage to almost get all the way down before choking myself. I gag and pull back, my eyes starting to water. Whoops.

“Zeke, you okay?” he asks, lifting his head and frowning, looking concerned.

I nod, rubbing my throat, then get pissed off at myself. I will not be defeated by Casey’s dick. Fuck that.

I start sucking on him as hard as I can, bobbing my head on him a little each time I do. I start massaging his shaft with my tongue, getting a little creative.

Casey moans loudly, writhing wildly. “Oh fuck, Zeke!” he cries. He squeezes his eyes shut, both hands gripping the sheets down as he fights to keep his hips still.

I grin around his cock, finding that pretty damned encouraging. I keep up what I’m doing, deciding this is kind of fun. At least the noises Casey’s making are fun. I like it when he swears. It’s naughty.

I wrap a hand around the base of his cock, partially for leverage, partially so I don’t choke myself again as I bob my head faster.

He groans and arches his back. “Zeke, fuck, feels good.” he moans. He squirms, then shudders. “Oh god, Zeke. . .I’m going to come!”

I steel myself for whatever that’s going to entail. Can I really handle drinking some guy’s cum? Just the thought of it is revolting.

He goes completely still for a moment. Then he moans loudly, crying out my name, as he writhes on the bed, climaxing hard.

I tense as his hot liquid fills my mouth in spurts, holding my breath. Just when I think it’s never going to end, he goes limp and the muscle contractions in his penis slow. Okay. Now I just have to. . .have to. . .ugh.

I swallow with effort. It’s not the most pleasant thing I’ve ever done, but it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. It’s a psychological thing. I’ll get over it.

. . .

I feel really weird now.

Casey looks really blissed out though. He’s lying on his back, with his eyes closed, this happy, content smile on his face.

Then his eyes open and he blinks, gazing at me. “Wow.” he says. “That was awesome.”

I nod rapidly and manage a weak “Mmm hmm” before bolting for the bathroom. I need to brush my teeth. And use mouthwash which I don’t have. And drink heavily.

Casey appears in the doorway a few minutes later, a worried expression on his face.

“You gonna be all right?” he asks.

“Just give me a minute Casey! Fuck!” I snap, more annoyed at myself than anything. I turn on the tap and start rinsing my mouth out.

“Okay, sorry!” he exclaims. “Jeez, bite my head off for being concerned.”

He disappears from the doorway. A few minutes later, I hear the bedroom door slam.

I immediately feel like a jerk. I’m not supposed to yell at Casey. That’s bad. Fuck.

Still, I have to brush my teeth twice before I feel like I’m not going to throw up. Once that’s settled, however, I head back to the bedroom and knock softly.

“Come in.” I hear him say.

As I open the door, I see him lying on the bed with his back toward the door. He’s curled up into a ball.

Now I feel like a MASSIVE jerk. I hesitate in the doorway, not sure what to do. Maybe I should just leave him alone for a bit.

Casey rolls over onto his back, glancing at me expectantly. “Well?” he says. “Are you coming in? You’re letting in a draft.”

Then he rolls back onto his side.

I blink a few times, considering myself bitch slapped. Wow, he got pissy quick.

I close the door, but don’t get much closer to the bed. I’m totally fucking confused. I mean, on the one hand, there’s the guy thing of giving a guy his dignity when he’s being a pussy and leaving him alone. But if Casey were a girl, I’d get in trouble for doing that, and Casey isn’t exactly the most normal guy in the world.

“Look, you want me to leave you alone?” I ask weakly.

“No.” he says. “I just wanted to know if you were okay.”

He turns over onto his other side, facing me. “So? Are you okay?”

“Uh. . .” I grunt, wondering if this is a trick question. “Are you mad at me?”

“A little.” he says, shrugging. “You didn’t have to snap.”

“Is it too much to ask to choke on cum in private?!” I exclaim, throwing up my hands in exasperation. Shit, he’s JUST like a girl, isn’t he?!

He flinches and looks hurt. “Well, fine.” he says. “I’m sorry. Next time I’ll leave you to choke in peace.”

I feel yet another self-defense mechanism flare inside me and leave the room before I say something I really regret. I’m not sure how I fucked that up so badly, but I’m leaving now before I say something I can’t take back. Returning to classic Zeke form, I retreat to the basement to sulk, turning on the stereo so I can swear my fucking head off under music and Casey. . .can’t. . .hear. . .

Okay, Offspring CDs are officially banned from this house. Of ALL the fucking songs, THIS one has to start playing?!

I angrily stab the skip button. I refuse to listen to that song right now. The next song comes on, and I start pacing, swearing and muttering under my breath.

After a few minutes, I hear the sounds of Casey moving around in the kitchen, followed by the sound of shattering glass. “Fuck!” I hear him shout.

Curious, and a little concerned, I head upstairs to inspect the noise. Casey’s kneeling on the floor beside a pile of broken glass, cradling one hand in the other, staring at a bleeding finger.

“Shit! What’d you do?!” I exclaim, pulling him away from the glass -- and off his feet -- before I can consider what I’m doing.

“I wanted a drink of water.” he says, wincing. “It slipped from my hand. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t give a shit about the glass, Case. You’re bleeding.” I insist, setting him down on his feet again and grabbing his injured hand to inspect the damage. Is it me, or do his eyes look a little red?

“It’s only a little scratch.” he insists. Then he makes a sound that is unmistakably a sniffle.

“Here, sit down. I’ll clean it up.” I insist, pulling out a chair from the kitchen table and plunking him down on it. I’m not sure I can handle him crying on me right now. Dudes don’t cry in my world. Not that I’d necessarily think less of ‘em if they did; it’s just not something I’m used to dealing with. . . and I’ll feel like the world’s biggest asshole if I really hurt him that badly, because a cut finger is a nice excuse, but I’m not buying it.

It occurs to me as I grab the dustpan from on top of the fridge that cleaning up broken glass buck naked isn’t the smartest of ideas, but too bad. I’m committed now.

I glance over at Casey. He’s sitting in the chair, his eyes wide, sucking on his cut finger as he watches me.

I smile weakly at him, then start cleaning up the glass. It’s really not broken into too many little pieces. He must have tried to pick it up and cut himself that way.

“Do you think you’ll need stitches?” I ask, just to say something.

He takes his finger out of his mouth and inspects it carefully. “Maybe one or two.” he says.

He hesitates, dropping his hand and looking at me. “Zeke, I’m. . .I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you. . .in the bathroom. I just. . .I didn’t want you to think I didn’t care if you were okay or not.”

“Is it that bad?” I ask, hurrying over and looking at his hand again. Is it really obvious I’m avoiding talking about this? “Nah. I think you’re fine. A Band-Aid should do it.”

I make a point to look at his hand and not him.

He sighs resignedly. “Okay.” he says. “Got any Neosporin?”

“I think so.” I say, nodding, then glance at him guiltily. Shit, what’s that look for? “What?”

He shrugs. “Nothing.” he says. “I’m gonna go doctor up my finger.”

“All right. Fine.” I say, backing away from him. “Here, I’ll show you where the stuff is.”

Ever have one of those moments where you just wish you were dressed? I’m having one now.

He clears his throat, looking away from me. “Okay.” he says. “I’m just. . .I’m gonna put on a pair of pants, okay?”

He glances at me quickly and then dashes out of the room, heading upstairs.

Okay, so he’s feeling the same way. I watch him go stupidly, feeling like I should be doing something, but too. . .well, too chicken shit to actually do it. Because feelings hurt.

Then, for some strange reason, I think about that day in the Quad, when Delilah humiliated Casey in front of everyone. I remember thinking that he was a good kid, and deserved better than that.

Am I better than that? I’m certainly not acting like it right now. I’m not better than that. I’m a selfish prick, running scared from everyone finding out I’m not as tough as I pretend to be.

But maybe I could be better though. Maybe. Is it worth the risk though?

For another night like last night? Another morning like today. . .well, before I screwed it up? Definitely.

I hurry after him, heading up the stairs.

“Hey Case?” I call out as I grab the Band-Aids from the bathroom. Where’s he gotten to?

I hear more sniffling coming from the bedroom, then he emerges from the room, wearing a pair of jeans.

“Yeah?” he says. Shit, his eyes look even redder than they did downstairs.

“Look, uh, I. . .” I begin, then rub my forehead, trying to figure out what to say. “I’m sorry I snapped at you. I was embarrassed.”

Whoa. Okay, that was surprisingly no bullshit.

He blinks, staring at me. Then he swipes the back of his hand across his nose, sniffling again. “Okay.” he says. “I’m sorry too. I should’ve given you your space.”

“Don’t be sorry.” I insist, looking down at the floor. This only serves to remind me that yep, I’m still not wearing anything.

“My finger stopped bleeding.” he says as he moves closer. He holds his finger out for me to inspect.

“Good.” I say with a nod, only glancing at it momentarily. A small silence ensues before I start talking again.

“Look, Case, you’re gonna have to get used to me being a jerk sometimes.” I say, rubbing the back of my neck. “I just. . .ever seen a dog that’s been beaten one too many times? You come even close to looking like you’re gonna kick it, and it snaps at you.”

He’s silent for a moment and then nods. “Okay.” he says. “I’ll try not to take it so personally then.”

He glances up at me sadly. “You probably think I’m a pussy for crying. . .but I just. . .I thought I’d made you mad and fucked everything up. I just want to make you happy, Zeke, and I thought I’d blown that.”

I shake my head, starting to respond to the first part of what he said, just as the second part sinks in.

“Really?” I ask. I grab a towel from the bathroom and wrap it around my waist as nonchalantly as possible.

He nods. “Yeah, really.” he says. “Making you happy makes me happy.”

I smile a little, appreciating the irony of the situation. Hey! Irony! See?! Smarter!

“Yeah, I, um, I know how that feels.” I admit, looking over at him shyly.

He smiles shyly. “Oh. Cool.” he says. “So. . .where do we go from here?”

I smile at him, then kiss him gently, feeling like I totally got lucky here. I got off easy. Then again, he just had a blow job. It’s hard to stay mad after that.

He sighs, melting against me. His arms go around my waist and he kisses back just as gently.

I hold him close, rocking him gently, slowly breaking the kiss and resting my head on top of his.

“I can’t see you fucking this up, Case.” I say softly.

“Really?” he says, sounding surprised. “W. . .why?”

“Because you’re you.” I say, smiling privately. “You don’t fuck things up. That’s my department.”

“Oh.” He glances up, smiling shyly at me. “That’s. . .that’s good to know.”

“Are we still doing breakfast?” he asks.

“Sure, but can I get dressed first?” I ask playfully, then kiss his forehead. Whoa, I’m dizzy from the warm fuzzies.

He laughs. “Oh yes, definitely get dressed.” he says. “I’m not in the mood to share the sight of you naked with anyone.”

“When would you be in that mood?” I ask cheekily, grinning from ear to ear.

“Hmm. . .get me drunk enough and we’ll talk.” he says, winking.

I chuckle appreciatively, then steal a few more greedy kisses before heading off the get dressed. I jump in surprise as Casey smacks me firmly on the ass.

“Hey!” I exclaim, turning around.

“What?” he says, batting his eyelashes innocently. “I couldn’t resist.”

He grins as he pulls a shirt out of his bag and pulls it over his head.

I grin, then pull off the towel I’m wearing, shake my bare butt at him, then toss the towel at his head and run downstairs to get dressed.

“Tease!” I hear him shout after me.

Five minutes later, he comes downstairs with the pretense of “helping” me get dressed. Ten minutes, a lot of kisses and a few gropes later, we finally make it back upstairs. We compose ourselves long enough to get into the car and drive to McDonalds.

“Hey, we can go grocery shopping while we’re out!” Casey exclaims.

“Yeah, sure.” I respond, then laugh in spite of myself as I park the car. “Why are you so excited about that?”

He blushes and opens his mouth to speak. Then he smiles shyly and shakes his head. “No, you’ll think it’s silly.” he says.

“Then I’ll probably like it.” I insist. “Come on. Spill.”

“God, it’s stupid and girly and I’m embarrassed for even thinking it,” he insists, “but okay, here goes. We go grocery shopping together. . .it’s kind of like we’re, you know, shopping for ourselves. Our own little place.”

He blushes, dropping his gaze to his lap. “I told you it was stupid.”

I smirk in spite of myself.

“Nah, it’s not.” I insist, patting his leg. “Seriously, any time you want to move in, I’m cool with it.”

. . .

What did I just say?

He blinks, glancing up at me. “Really?” he says, his eyes widening. “I mean. . .what would I tell my parents?”

“That I don’t know.” I admit, still a bit stunned at the complete lack of control I seem to have about what comes out of my mouth. “I mean, once you graduate. . .aw fuck you’re going away to school anyway.”

His face falls. “Oh. . .yeah.” he says sadly.

Then his face lights up and he smiles brightly. “You could come with me!”

“I guess I. . .could.” I admit weakly, wondering how things got so long-term so fast. Aw, maybe I’m overthinking things. Either I can keep living in my parents’ house and hating it, or I can get some job I hate and get a small apartment in whatever snotty town has the Ivy League school Casey ends up in. Unless he’s serious about the photography thing, and we fuck off to New York or L.A.

“Cool.” he says, grinning.

Then he glances at me uncertainly. “But. . .you know. . .graduation is still four and a half months away. We’ve got plenty of time to decide what we’re gonna do.”

“Plenty of time to come to your senses.” I agree with a nod, then turn the car off. “I am giving some thought to your idea about hair dressing school though.”

“Sweet.” he says. “But come to my senses about what?”

“Dating the school reject.” I say, a little proudly. I can’t help it. I’ve worked hard on being the school reject.

“Ohhhh.” he says. “Well, somehow I doubt I’m going to regret that.”

“Besides,” he adds, “you’re dating the school punching bag.”

He grins goofily. “That’s so cool. I am dating Zeke Tyler. Wow.”

“That’s cool?” I ask, a little surprised. “And you’re not the school punching bag anymore. Right?”

“Sure it’s cool.” he says. “Do you not listen to school gossip? There’s a lot of girls who would kill to be able to say that.”

He glances at me. “But all they see is the attitude. That, and a chance to freak their parents out by bringing you home. Me and you, we’re more than a cheap thrill.”

He blushes. “And yeah, you’re right. I’m not the school punching bag anymore. It just. . .I’ve gotten used to being that, so it’s taking a little bit to sink in.”

“You know, maybe if you changed the way you looked a little, it’d sink in faster.” I suggest, slipping a hand around the back of his neck. “Cut your hair, make you look a little older. . . what do you say?”

He smiles, shivering slightly. “Okay.” he says, nodding. “I think that sounds like a good plan. It’ll give you some experience too, for when you apply to the hair dressing school. They like experience.”

“Doesn’t everyone?” I ask lasciviously, sliding my hand up his leg a little. I look around quickly, then lean across the car and kiss him lustily. If someone sees, even better.

He shivers again, moaning softly as he kisses me back. One of his hands moves up to rest on the back of my neck as he opens his mouth to me.

After a little tongue action, we head inside, get food, and sit down. Immediately, I start feeling like causing trouble.

“Hey Case,” I whisper conspiratorially, leaning toward him to keep the conversation private. “Ever done it in a McDonalds bathroom?”

He blushes, glancing around to see if anybody’s hearing this. “No.” he whispers back. “I’m betting that I’m about to.”

“Only if you want to.” I insist. “I think these hash browns are greasy enough to use as lube.”

I grin wickedly.

“Oh god, no.” he says, laughing. “I don’t think I’d ever be able to eat a hash brown ever again.”

He blushes. “What if somebody walks in?”

“That’s what makes it fun.” I say, my grin widening. “Besides, some guy groaning in a stall? People’ll think it’s the food.”

He chews his lip, looking thoughtful. Then he grins and nods. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

“You wanna eat first?” I ask, then look up and notice a drug store across the street.

“Back in ten minutes.” I say, then hurry out.

I return in five, grinning even more. This is going to be so cool!

“Miss me?” I ask as I sit back down.

“Terribly.” Casey insists, grinning. He pops the last bite of his sausage biscuit in his mouth as he winks at me.

“I’ll make it up to you.” I insist, then look at the bathroom meaningfully for a moment before getting up again and heading toward it.

A few minutes later, Casey enters the bathroom. “Hello again.” he says, smiling.

“Hey.” I say, peeking my head out of one of the stalls. Wouldn’t do for him to see that I’ve already got my pants down, and I’m hard and rubbered up, would it? “I’m alllll ready for you. It’s just us in here for now. Want to lock the door, or take our chances?”

He ponders this a moment. “What the hell?” he says as he walks over to the stall. “Let’s take our chances.”

He raises his eyebrows, grinning as he looks me over. “Well, you weren’t kidding when you said you were ready for me.”

He stares at me, his eyes turning lustful. “You look hot.”

I grab him, pull him into the stall, then close the door behind him and turn the latch.

“Stuff like this really gets me hot.” I murmur, then start kissing his neck as I undo his pants. “Especially with you.”

He gasps, tilting his head back and to the side to give me more access to his neck. “I’m glad.” he whispers. “Oh god, Zeke.”

“Ever done this before?” I ask as I peel off his jeans. It’s a bit cramped in the stall, but I’ll manage. And I’d hate for him to mess up his clothes while I’m pounding his ass and stroking him off IN A PUBLIC BATHROOM!

. . .

I think I need therapy.

“No.” he says. “Delilah and I did it in the journalism room at school. But it was after school, so it was just us.”

“Mmm. . .hot.” I murmur as I pull up his shirt a little, then relieve him of his underwear. Next, I bend him over the toilet, bracing his hands on the wall.

“We gotta do it in school sometime, baby.” I tell him, as I grab the lube I picked up from where I put it on the toilet paper dispenser. I look up as I hear the door open. Weeeee! Someone else is in here!

He glances over his shoulder, looking apprehensive. Ooh, another big word. I AM getting smarter just by fucking Casey.

Anyway, he shifts his gaze to me and then gives himself a shake. “Sounds good to me.” he says.

I press my index finger to my lips, giving him the sexiest look I can muster. Then I start playing with his ass mercilessly. All this going on while the guy outside the stall is taking a piss. How awesome is that?

Casey moans, then bites his lip as he presses back against me. “Ooh yes, baby.” he whispers.

I sneak a finger inside him and start tracing small circles on the inside of his rectum, watching him squirm. Wow, Casey really likes ass sex, huh?

And it’s gotten really quiet out there. Hee hee did the guy hear Casey moan?

Judging by how fast he gets the hell out of there, yep! Whoo hoo!

“I think. . .we scared him off.” Casey groans. “Oh fuck, Zeke, this is hot.”

I grin in agreement. Yup. Definitely hot.

I’m still grinning hours later, just after we finish round. . .fuck, I’ve lost track, anyway, it’s a lot. . .and settle in to sleep. I play yet again with Casey’s newly cut hair, impressed with my own handiwork. It’s not a huge change, but it’s enough to make him look a little older. The other cut made him look twelve.

It’ll be interesting to see how the girls in school react. Especially after I take him shopping.