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Whatever they Want

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I was watching my favorite video, Lights by Interpol, but I got interrupted.

Right before the white stuff started cumming out, I paused it on the big black shape when Maude came up, and touched my shoulder.

“What you watching?” I crossed my legs when she pulled the headphones out, and closed my laptop.

“It’s just this dumb song, and it’s like indie folk, so you probably wouldn’t like it.”

“Well, it looks like cyber-art.” She came around, and sat down. “Your dad ever tell you how we met?”

I shook my head, and took a deep breath, but my boner went away, so I could put the laptop down.

“Well,” she grinned, and shook her head. “I thought he was hanging around the school just to look at girls.” I uncrossed my legs, and put my foot up on my knee, which was a big mistake. “Well, he did have his dick out, but then you showed up. So, we had to put it away until he dropped you off.”

“Are you saying my dad’s a.”

“Oh come now. You’ve known him all your life, and you never noticed how he likes to look at girls?” She leaned over to lower her voice, “Young girls.” She touched my leg. “Is this making you hard, or is it my tits?”

Her top hung down, low enough to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Uh…”

“I fell in love, the moment I saw it.” Her hand slipped up my leg, and she looked down, grinning. “Good, you’re Big too.” Her eyes went wide when she said Big.

“Uh,” I don’t want her, cheating on my dad, even with me. I don’t want to do that to him, but I can’t help it. “I’m not really that well endowed. Compared to the other boys, in school.”

“Well,” she kept on rubbing it with her thumb. “You’ve never seen them hard before. Maybe held their dicks up, next to this. Huh!” I shook my head, but she’s really excited, and I know I’m not going to talk her out of this. “That just means you’re a grower, not a shower. You take after your dad.”

“My ma.” She frowned, and shook her head. “His ex, uh.” She doesn’t like the M word. Lucky for me, her name’s Maude, so I can catch myself, before it slips out. Usually, but she doesn’t want me talking about my real mom. It makes her jealous. “Well, she didn’t like it. The way he looked.”

“At other girls, well. When I found out he was 32.” This was a couple years ago. “It was hard to believe he was that old.” I nodded, he’s 34 now, but sometimes, they think he’s a lot younger.
When he buys beer at the supermarket, they ask him if it’s a fake ID, but what’s he going to say? Yeah, it’s totally a fake ID, when it isn’t. The truth is he’s really 34, and if he just wanted to buy beer, then he’d just get one that says he’s 21.

“I don’t like older men, usually. I never liked one, or anyone, like your father. He’s not like anyone else I met, except you.”

“Uh, huh!”

“Oh, well that’s different.”

“Ngh, s. Sorry.”

“Huh!” She sat back, and rolled her eyes, when I could look at her. “Well, that’s different. I guess one of the nice things about real men is they can hold it longer. At least long enough to get it out of your pants, but you better go get cleaned up, before your father gets home. To fuck me.”

“Huh!” I just closed the door. “Huh!” She’s just teasing you, because you couldn’t hold back. What does she expect, I’m sixteen, and dad should know that. With her walking around the house, dressed like that, and now the way they met. “Huh!”

I was there! I thought it was a little weird, when Maude Jenkins was in the front seat. Right next to dad, and did he have his shirt pulled out? I think he pulled his zipper up, and tucked in his shirt, but then I thought he was imagining it, at the time. It was hard to tell from the back seat, but my dickhead is sticky, and sensitive.

I wiped it off, on a dry part of my underwear, so I could put clean ones on, without sticking, but. I don’t know, if that’s what it’s supposed to be. In the video, it sure looks like jizz, especially when they first show it on a piece of glass. Somebody went to a lot of trouble to make it milky white, but still clear around the edges, and I wonder if somebody jerked off on the microscope slide, but they couldn’t get gallons of it at the end, like that. Not unless they had hundreds of men jerking off watching them film it.

I guess she’s right, I am a grower, not a shower, and it’s hard to tell what other boys get big when they’re hard. Especially since I don’t look, you’re not supposed to anyway, but it’s just like. The motion out of the corner of your eye, and before you think, you’re looking right at a dick swinging next to you, and I look away. Right away, before I get caught looking, but it’s not like I’m gay. Or a girl.

Maude, she’s just turned 20, and she was a senior in high school, when I started as a freshman. What did mom think, he’d just stop looking at girls, and only look at her? Come on, let’s be real. If she hadn’t let herself go, maybe he’d rather look at her still, but that’s not why she left.

He didn’t just look, you know. “Neil?” She knocked.

“Just a sec,” I tucked my shirt in, and zipped up my pants.

“I forgot, there’s groceries. You think you could bring them in for me, while I get started on dinner?”

“Huh, sure. No problem.”

“Get the frozen bag first.”

“Of course.”

“You can leave the broccoli out to thaw, I’m cooking that anyway.”

“Okay, sure.”

It’s only natural that she likes me, being a little closer to her age, but it’s hard to believe that, only minutes ago, she had her hand on my dick. How can I look dad in the eye when he gets home? Then again, how can I not? He’s gonna know something up if I avoid eye contact, but the Ice-cream is a little soft. “Here’s the broccoli.” So, that better go in the fridge first.

“Leave the milk out too. Did you see the cheese?”

“No, not yet.”

“I’m gonna need that too.” She must be making that broccoli and cheese casserole thing. It’s like mac, and cheese, only with broccoli, instead of the pasta. “Oh, here.” I found the brick of Velveeta. A bag of ham cubes too, so she must be putting ham in it, but she’s acting like, nothing happened?

How does she do that, anyway? I wish I could pull that off. “Uh, actually. You know my friend, Milo.”

She nodded, and started melting butter in the sauce pan. “Just leave it on the cutting board.” She scooped out some flower to shake on, stirring it.

“Well, he saw me out front, and you know how much I like that casserole, thing. It’s really healthy without the pasta, but he’s invited me over to his house, for dinner. So, save me some?”

“Yeah, whatever.” She shrugged. “It’ll be nice to have the house to ourselves.”

So he can fuck her, and I can’t be jealous of dad. He’s my dad, but more importantly, they’re married now, and no wonder all the boys at school thought she was a tease. When she still went to our school, she’s skipping college, to be a house wife. Get it over with while she’s still young, so she can retire, and enjoy it.

When I leave, it’s only going to be a couple years, but she just doesn’t like kids. She wasn’t a tease, she just didn’t put out, at school. Dad told me, she likes older men, because he’s an older man. I don’t know whether she lied to him, or me just now, when she said she doesn’t like older men.

She’s not that much older, it’s only 4 years, but. I don’t feel like a man, yet. Not really, aren’t you supposed to feel like a man, after. Something like that, it’s probably a good thing that I blew it. Really, if you think about it, if I hadn’t, then. Who knows what would have happened?

I just need to find a girl, another girl, that doesn’t like confidence. I know, you’ve heard that before, right? “Chicks dig confidence,” but my dad told me the secret, years ago.

“Whatever they want. Guys don’t all want the same thing, right? Some guys like big tits, other like tall skinny model types.” The trick is finding out what she wants, without coming off too creepy. It would just be nice if more of them actually liked creepy. “I don’t know what I want, I’d be perfectly happy with any girl, if she just wasn’t married to my fucking dad!”

I know what I should do. When was the last time you worked out? There’s kids on the playground, so I can’t do situps, but I can do pushups anywhere. They ran up, before I really got going.

“How many pushups can you do?” Boys, and girls, but they’re young. Too young, so they’re just bored, and it’s not like I was showing off, for the little girls. What do I want with a little girl, and what kid of sicko looks at them, and gets a hardon?

“Well, how many was that?”

“Five, I think.”

“Well, let’s find out. Six, seven, eight…” I bet I can get up to 20, but the men in our family, I guess we just look young. “Nine, 10, come on. At least get up to twenty. How many was that?”

“Thirteen, I think.”

“14,” now we’re talking, “fifteen.” Old enough to wear bras. “Sixteen.” Get a car, “Seven, teen.” A little older, but older is better. “Eight… Teen.”

“Come on, you can do it!”

“One more!”

“Twenty! Huh, ha hah!”

“You did it, yay! Now how many can you do?”

“Pushups? I bet I can do more than 20.”

“Yeah, I can do way more than 20. How much you wanna bet?”

“Five bucks.”

“I only got 3. Fifty…”

Well, since they’re over there in the grass, I caught my breath, and now the playground is empty. So, I can get my boots under the bottom of the stairs, and work on my abs. “Huh!” Keeping count is a distraction. “Huh!” Just like those kids playing fitness, just tune them out, but if I got the boys, especially interested in fitness. By the time they’re old enough to get girl’s attention, I should be, what? 20 something, at least. So, I don’t have to worry about them competing with me, I’ll be in college, with hot coeds getting drunk, and hot.

“Huh, yeah. Take it off.” Dancing on tables, and rubbing their wet tits together, from the wet teeshirt contest, and slapping butts. Unbuttoning tight short shorts, and slipping them down over panties. Things.

“Hhuh! Hhuh!”

“Ew, gross.”

“Fuck,” what the hell are you doing? Whipping it out in public, and on the playground too.

“Hhihn! He’s hairy.”

“Well, I’m hairy too. Look.”

“Not as hairy as he is, and you’re not as big either.”

“Just as hard, though.”

“Wanna bet? 8 bucks.”

“No, $8.50.”

“I got to go,” before they try to compare which one’s the hardest. 2 guesses who won the bet. Maybe they are old enough, some of them. That’s why they were showing off for the girls. Yeah, little girls, but still. If he’s old enough to have pubes in his pants, then. Why not? They got to learn some time.

I sure never got a girl’s attention, when I was that old. He must be 12, or 13, but he looked young.

I guess I know what that’s like, but still. No tits, and I’m not interested if they don’t have any tits.

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