Part XVIII - 5: Teacher's Day Off

"So, what'ch ya wanna do today?" Joey asked with a grin when I answer the front door.

"Shit, I don't know. I figured you'd have made a list as long as your arm, so I really haven't thought about it." I said as he came in and I closed the door.

"I take it having sex with a pair of triplets I met last week would be out of the question?"

"Yeah, you can pretty much cross out any kind of sex out for me."

"Well, that just about crosses off everything on my list," he sighed, plopping down on the couch in the family room. "Where is the celibate red head anyway?"

"She's in her room playing zombie," I said as I sat down in the chair facing him.

"Really? So have you... Checked to see if she's really a red head yet?"

"I didn't have to do anything sneaky like you're suggesting. When I came home from school Friday, Jennifer and my mom were playing cards in the buff."

"Whoa... I bet you were surprised."

"Yeah, you can say that again."

"So... How is your mom? I haven't seen her since... Shit, before Christmas I think."

"She's doing okay. I don't see her that much anymore myself, but I spent last Sunday with her and Richie, so we had some bonding time then. How's your mom and dad doing?"

"They're all right. You know that job my dad got about a year ago? Well, he still has it. We keep joking he's broken a record... Uhm... Dad's been talking about moving."

"Moving? What, to a bigger house?"

"No... To someplace closer to Central State. They figure since Sarah lives there and I'll be going to school there... They just don't really have much to tie them down here."

"Well, you can't blame them, can you?"

"No... It's just... I don't know. It's hard to think of anyplace being home but the house we're in now. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah... I sometimes dream I'm still living in my old house. I even miss it sometimes. But you'll get over it Joey. It's not the house, really. It's the people who live in it, and the things you did there with them. The house isn't alive. It didn't do anything that any other house couldn't have done just as well."

"I know... But... Well, if my folks don't live around here... "

"You can always stay here, you know. Nobody can blame you for wanting to come visit me and Suzi once in a while. Oh, did Suzi ever decide where she's gonna go?"

"Yeah. Her dad didn't like it, but she's gonna go to Central State with me. He was really pissed when he found out she didn't want to go to Barnhoff College. I can understand why though. I mean he's worked there for fifteen years... So where are you going to go? I keep asking you and you never say."

"That's because I don't know what I want to do yet," I admitted.

"I know what you mean," Joey said, stretching out on the couch. "I can't decide if I want to go into engineering like my dad, or medical school like Sarah. Suzi wants to be social worker. Can you believe that? A social worker!" Joey laughed.

"So?"

"So!? I don't want to marry a social worker. She'll be telling me... Oh shit. I'm sorry, Tim."

"Huh? Why?"

"Well... I mean," Joey said as he had one of his famous body blushes. "I haven't like asked her or anything."

"Asked her what?"

"If she'd marry me," he said slowly while watching me carefully.

"Have you even talked to her about it?"

"I've tried, but she always looks at me like I'm crazy for mentioning it. I get the feeling she's scared of hurting you as much as anything, and to tell you the truth, so am I."

"Why? No offense Joey, but I don't want to marry Suzi, or you for that matter. Sure, I might be upset if you two do tie the knot, but not as upset if I found out you two didn't because you were worried about me. Shit Joey. How long have I been saying I knew you two were meant for each other? Three years?"

"Something like that," Joey admitted sadly. "Timmy, tell me the truth. Have you ever seriously considered... the three of us... "

"What, getting married?" I laughed. Then I got serious and said, "Yeah, I guess at one time I did, but not any more. Come on, Joey. Don't get all glum on me. We're supposed to have fun, not sit around getting depressed. Hey, I know what will cheer you up. How about a little mud wrestling?"

"Yeah, okay," he said, trying to smile convincingly. "But this time can we do it right?"

"You mean without the suits? Yeah, okay. Jennifer told me to have fun, so I'll have fun."

We went down to the gym, and after mixing up the instant mud, we stripped, and I found Joey's cock at full mast staring at me with its single eye.

"Shit, Joey," I said, feeling a bit unsettled from his severe erection.

"Hey, can I help it if my cock likes to play in the mud?"

"You know that it isn't just the mud it likes," I said warily.

"What's the matter, Tim? You afraid of Joey's big bad fuck stick all of a sudden?"

"Depends on what big bad Joey intends to do with it."

"Look, you've made it perfectly clear you don't to have any sex today, so just cool it, okay? I'm not going fuck you, so relax and get your ass in the mud."

He kept his word, even though he stretched it a couple of times by purposely slipping his cock between my ass cheeks and once even touched his cock's tip to my rose. Physically I wasn't much of a match for Joey any more, for he weighed had at least sixty pounds more than I did, and all of that was in pure fatless muscle. He also was a good four inches taller than me, but despite all these advantages, I was quicker and slippier than he was, so over all we were fairly evenly matched.

We wrestled until noon, then showered separately since by that time I had gotten a woody myself and knew neither would be able to control ourselves in the shower if we were both in there at the same time.

I went first, then made us some sandwiches while he was showering, then we ate together in the nude feeling a little more comfortable about it after having survived all the temptations that the mud wrestling had provided.

We went to the pool room and ate our lunches sitting in the lawn chairs next to a table.

"So, if you haven't had sex in... How long?"

"Sixty three days" I sighed.

"Shit! Two whole months!? Damn, Tim. I could have never lasted this long."

"You would have if Suzi... "

"No I wouldn't. I mean, I love Suzi and all, but I wouldn't have given up my fucks for her."

"You might surprise yourself, Joey. After all, you gave up a life of having a town full of slaves mainly because of her."

"Well, it wasn't just her, and who said I gave up having slaves?"

"What do you mean by that?" I said somewhat suspiciously.

"Don't start with that shit. You know how I feel about anyone telling me what I can or can't do with my own abilities."

"Yeah, but the way you said it made it sound... "

"And what if I did? Huh? Shit Tim. Your dad has slaves, your MOM has slaves, my sister has slaves... How come they all can have slaves and you don't care, but if I have them, well you just have to put... "

"Okay, okay... Just promise me one thing. Let them have a life of their own to live. Don't make them your fuck and suck slave with no other life or purpose... "

"Tim," Joey somberly said in a soft voice. "I thought you knew me better than that. I'd never do that. That was Steven, not me. To do that would be like... Well, it would be the same as killing them, and I couldn't do that, okay?"

"I'm sorry, Joey. I guess after all you've been through... All we've been through, I'm just not sure about anything any more. For now on, I'll work it the same way as I do with my parents. I won't interfere in your affairs as long as you stay away from the people I care about. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Well, now that we cleared that up... So do you?"

"What?"

"Have slaves?"

He looked at me with a calculating gaze, then said, "A few."

"Thought so. Who?"

"Nobody you know."

"Does Suzi know?"

"She knows that I have them, but doesn't know who or how many."

"So how many do you have?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Come on, Joey. Who else can you brag this kind of thing to?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Yeah. Don't you trust me?"

"I suppose... "

"Well?"

"Five."

"Really? Wow. Five... Shit. Let's change the subject. I'm getting horny again."

"You really are, aren't you?" Joey said with some relief. "I thought you might be leading me on to try and... Never mind. Okay. So what do you want to talk about?"

The door bell rang, and Joey raised his eyebrow while I scanned to see who it was.

"It's just Brad. I'll just let him know to come in."

A few minutes later, Brad walked in saying, "Hey, what's... Holy shit... "

"What's up Brad?" Joey said smiling. "What? Can't two buddies lay around the pool naked?"

"Uh... Sure man... whatever... "

"Then get your buns out those clothes and grab a chair," I said, grinning.

"Uh... I'll pass, man... I don't wanna... uh... "

"Chicken," Joey mocked...

"Braaakk! Brk brk Braaaaak!" I clucked.

"Shit. If either one of you touch me, I'll... Shit, man... "

We watched him blushing furiously as he pulled off his clothes, and while Joey just kind of looked on after having played his little joke, I assessed Brad's physical form and found he certainly did have a nice body... for a guy.

"Shit," Brad muttered after plopping down in a chair. "Where's the pussy, man? I thought there would be some pussy here... "

"Why? Sandi not giving you enough?" Joey teased.

"Shit, man... Don't get started."

"Really?" I said, finding there was some truth to it.

"Ever since I took that Michelle chick to the prom, Sandi's been playing hard to get. I haven't fucked her in over three days! I'm dyin', man."

"Shit, Brad... Tim here hasn't had sex for... What was it? Sixty three days?"

"Yeah... Sixty three. Heh... You know I just realized... Jennifer's birthday just happens to fall on the sixty ninth day... "

"What ya gonna do, man? Give her a car?"

"Yeah, whatcha got planned for her birthday. Like the whole school is wondering."

"Well, with her breaking out and all, I really haven't... "

"Her what?" Brad asked.

"How about a soda or something, Brad?" I asked, seeing how both Joey and I were sipping on our drinks left over from lunch, he kind of looked a little... bare without one himself.

"How about a real drink," Brad suggested.

"Hmmm... You know, that doesn't sound bad," Joey said honestly.

"Okay, but if either of you get drunk, you're staying the night, and don't blame me if Jennifer accidentally makes you... uhm... never mind."

"What?" Brad said as he and Joey got up and followed me to the wet bar.

"You might as well tell him," Joey thought to me.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," I said out loud.

"Hey, man... You guys aren't... Playin' a joke on me, are ya?"

"No Brad... So what do you want? Name your poison, gentlemen."

"Beer," Brad simply said.

"I'll take a... brandy. On the rocks."

"Eww... mister sophisticated," Brad teased.

"What are you gonna have, Tim?" Joey asked, ignoring Brad.

"I wasn't actually going to have anything," I admitted, passing them their drinks.

"Come on, man? What's the point if we don't all three have one."

"Yeah... You chicken?" Joey teased.

"BrrraK!" Brad croaked before coughing.

"You guys can get wasted if you want to, Jennifer promised me a surprise tonight, and I'm not going to take any chances at screwing it up."

"HAH! So she's got him right where she wants him," Joey teased.

"Yeah, man... He may be the one with powers, but she's the one with control."

"For your information, Brad, Jennifer has the powers too, so don't be making fun of her or me, otherwise... You might just wind up being her play thing like last week at this time."

"Shit. You mean... "

"Yep."

"You're joking... He's joking, right?" Brad said to Joey.

"Fraid not. Remember at the dance?"

"Shit... I knew something was up with that. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because she didn't want to be a telepath. Sorry, Brad. It was her choice, not mine. But now... "

"Shit... Oh man... Shit... I'm gonna wind up being her little fuck toy, I know it... "

"No you're not... " I said, frowning. "She's not like that. Besides, I won't let her, okay?"

"Shit... Thanks man... You're a real buddy... Can I have a refill?"

"Me too, I guess."

The doorbell rang again, and when I found out who it was, I just stayed cool and told them to come in.

"You know... " Joey started, "I really am starting to miss John... Good old John... We had so much fun doing... Uhm... Doing... What did we do that was fun, anyway?"

"Talk about girls, probably," Suzi said from the door. "Well, well, well... Looky here... The three hottest guys in our school, all naked and... getting drunk by the looks of it."

"Tim's not," Brad pointed out.

"Mmmmm," Suzi said, taking a nice long look at Brad. "Brad, you look good enough to eat."

"I know... " Brad said with a stupid grin on his face.

"Shit, Brad," Joey said. "Two beers and you're already drunk."

"I am not," Brad said, standing up straight, touching his nose repeatedly, then walking a straight line. "See?"

"So, what's up, Suz?" I said, avoiding getting into it.

"Oh, I got a letter from Eric yesterday, and thought you might want to read it."

"You mean that fag kid?" Brad asked.

"Heh... Not any more," Joey said, giving Suzi a twinkling look.

"What?" I said in a somewhat laughing cry.

Suzi handed the envelope to me, and as soon as I read the first line, I had to exclaim, "Holy shit. Eric's in love with a girl!"