the next mornin when the alarm went off i was up & out of bed
& ready to go before my eyes was even open hardly. i'd woke up
with just one idea in my head – to not make any more "mistakes"
today. today i was gonna be good – so good bern couldnt hardly
help but notice how good i was bein. but i knew that to do that meant
i didnt have no time to waste.
when i got to the bathroom i noticed the door was shut again.
plus i could hear bern movin round inside. i scrunched up the
t-shirt i was holdin in front of me & used it to hide my dick,
which was hard as ever – what'd happened last night didnt seem to
have made any difference there – & gently rapped my knuckles
on the door.
"sir?" i said. "sir?"
"yeah yeah" i heard him mutter. "hold your
horses." i stood there waitin patiently as i could for the
next coupla minutes til finally he opened up. barrelfuls of steam
came rollin out, & thru it i saw bern. he was wrappin a towel
round him. "come on in" he said. he jerked his head
at me, motionin for me to enter – then his eyes dropped down to where
i had the t-shirt held up against me. his mouth gaped. "naw!" he says.
"cant be. you aint really . . ." i gave a
little shrug, felt myself startin to go red, then nodded. "what
– again?" he snorted. "jesus christ, kid!"
he flicked my hands away from the t-shirt & watched as it fell to the
floor. my dick sprang free & stood stickin up at him, long &
hard. "jesus fuckin christ!" he muttered. "dont
that thing ever go down?" i was kinda embarrassed –
but then i noticed how somethin was startin to push a little against the
front of berns towel, & i knew i wasnt the only one who got horny in
the mornin. usin his thumb he pulled my dick down, then watched as
it thwacked up against my belly again. i stood perfectly still,
waitin to see if he was gonna do anythin else. my dick pulsed in
the air, so rigid it almost ached.
he scowled. "maybe you should try a cold shower, kid" he
said. that almost made me laugh. it was like he knew
what i'd done the day before. i made to step round him so's i could
get to the tub, but when i try & do that he takes the opportunity to
give me a good hard smack on the ass with the flat of his hand. i
turned round to see what he wanted, & he says "on second thought,
skip that cold shower idea. keep it hard, brat. maybe we can
use it to help you get some actual work done today."
"i'll work!" i tell him. then, when i turn round to
get in the tub again, he grabs me by the back of the neck & smacks
me another good hard one on the behind.
"damn right, ow!" he says. "remember how
that felt, faggot. jesus. your the biggest fuckin wiseass
i ever seen."
i hung my head. "if you say so, sir" i mumbled.
"are you smartin me, boy?" he barked. "is that
what i hear you doin?"
"no, sir!" i cried. "no, sir!"
"sir?" he says, like he dont quite know what to make of
that – then grabs me by the back of the neck again & smacks me
four or five good ones just to make sure i've learned my lesson. right
away i start to tremblin. pretty soon i'm tremblin so bad i think i'm
gonna, i dunno, shoot piss or cum or i dunno what. but when bern turns to leave
i sneek a quick look at him, & i notice how that certain somethin
i'd noticed before is stickin out pretty far on him by now – just like
i knew it would be.
just like i knew it would be . . .
i fixed bacon & eggs for breakfast again – plus toast, cerial
& juice. i wondered if i might try pancakes sometime, or
waffles, & maybe cinammon rolls too. mmm – cinammon
rolls. those'd be great. i'd have to ask bern if he'd
buy us some. or maybe i could ask him if i could start doin the
shoppin myself. that'd work out better for both of us, really . . .
"so. whad'ya got on for today?" he asks me while we're
eatin. i only had one small trimmin job lined up for that
mornin – the rest of my time i planned to spend lookin for more
customers. i didnt like tellin bern that tho, so i told him i
was gonna do the monroes lawn first, then work at the petersons, even
tho neither of them was really on my schedule til next week.
at 5 minutes to 9 i was gettin my shoes on. the dishes was all
cleared away & stacked neatly in the sink. i'd cleaned the
kitchen up too, best as i could in the time i had. bern was
still sittin at the table, givin me the eye. it was like he
didnt quite know whether to believe what he was seein or not.
"well, aint you just the perfect little angel this mornin"
he says sarcastically. "guess you finally figured a few things
out, huh, faggot?"
"now, bern" i teased, "you know i aint no faggot."
"what the fuck d'you mean you aint no –" he starts to
say. i busted out laughin.
"whats so funny!" he bellows, his face turnin three shades of
red. "what the fucks gotten into you today, faggot?
alright then – try laughin at this. thats one!"
i glanced at the clock. not much time. not much time . .
. "umm . . . look, bern . . ."
"yeah?" he says. "i'm lookin. what the
hell is it i'm s'posed to be seein?"
but the way he's lookin at me, all pissed off again, kinda
makes my stomach jump. as casually as i could i reached down &
pushed my dick into a more comfortable position.
"i . . . i . . . oh, listen, bern" i
stammered. "i wanna tell you somethin. i wanna
tell you that . . . that . . ."
"what? what the fuck you tryin to say, faggot? spit
"well . . . i just wanted to tell you that . . ."
i'd been wonderin all mornin how to explain to him what i'd been thinkin.
he'd kept sayin he wanted me to figure things out. well, i had.
only now i didnt quite know how to put what i'd figured out into words.
so finally i just blurted it out – sort of. "look, i just
wanna tell you that . . . that you cant beat me, bern."
"beat you!" he snorts. "who says i beat
you, kid? i mean, i may have a firm hand when it comes to discipline,
"no, thats not what i mean" i said quickly. this wasnt
comin out at all like i'd wanted it to. "what i mean is that
you . . . you cant drive me away."
"drive you away?" he asks, lookin at me with surprise.
"who said anythin bout wantin to drive you away? i never said
i wanted to –"
"no" i said breathlessly, "i know you never said that.
but what i'm tryin to tell you is that i know that now, bern.
i know you never said that. i know you never meant
that." how could i explain it to him? how could i tell him
bout what i'd come to understand, not bout me so much as bout
him. bout what he wanted, what he needed . . . &
who he needed it from. bout how neither of us had to face things alone
anymore – if we didnt want to. "i know you never said
that" i said again lamely. "i know it. d'you
see? i know it now."
"what d'you know?" he asked, eyein me suspiciously.
"huh, kevyn? tell me. what exactly is it you think you
"that you dont really . . . dont really want me to . . . uhh . . ."
how could i say it? i pushed against my dick & tried again.
"well, what i mean is that i know now that what you want is . . .
what you want is . . ."
he gave me a puzzled look, his eyes dartin from my crotch to my face.
"what the fuck . . ." he muttered.
"what you want is . . ." but i feel too embarrased to
say it. besides, he must know already. all i wanted to do was to
let him know that i knew now too. & that it was ok. it
really was ok.
i glanced at the clock again. "i gotta go" i said.
"but i'll be back by noon sharp, sir. i promise, sir! maybe
we could . . . talk some more then?" bern stared at me.
his mouth had fallen open. "i . . . i promise to be good,
sir" i said awkwardly, & knew my face must be turnin beet red with
embarassment. "i promise, sir" i said. &
slowly, givin him just the tiniest little smile, i backed my way out the door.
& just as the clock was hittin noon sharp i was pedellin my way back
up the drive. things'd gone well that mornin. i'd gotten not
just one, not just two, but three more customers lined up, &
i now had just about all i'd have time for. plus i had lunch
all planned out in my head.
as i came up the drive i saw bern. he was gettin out of one of the
old cars he'd been workin on the past few days. he must've just come back
from givin it a test drive.
"went down to the grocery store" he told me. i felt
a little rush of disappointment. i hadnt remembered to tell him bout
the cinammon rolls. oh well. there was always next time . . .
"its noon sharp, sir!" i said.
"yeah, yeah. your a real wonder, kid" he said.
"look, why dont you unload these groceries & take them inside
"yes, sir!" i said.
"you never know – this might just be your lucky day. look
hard & maybe you'll find yourself a present in one of those bags."
"a present?" i cried. "really, sir? really?"
he snorted. "well, more like a kinda reward.
for all the good work you been doin lately."
eagerly i took the bags of groceries out of the car. bern
watched me close, a slow grin slidin its way across his face.
inside the kitchen i set the bags down, but i was too excited to put
the food away as careful as i should've done. instead i started
rootin through the bags to see what it was bern had bought me.
i didnt see nothin unusual at first tho. just the regular stuff
– cerial & milk & frozen peas & a package of corn &
salad fixins was all i saw. until, that is, i got to the very last
bag. there, tucked way at the bottom, was a large, white plastic
bowl. i picked it up & looked at it closely. printed
on the side, in brightly colored, cartoonish lookin letters, were the
words GOOD DOGGY.
thats strange! i thought. we dont have no dog
. . .
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