Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“I don’t know how.”
I can barely process what he’s saying before he crawls down and takes my cock into his mouth.
I figure not even that would do me any good, but Leif knows how to work my dick after all this time we’ve spent together, and I relax and let him give this to me. It’s one of the wonderful perks about our little sleepovers, and it helps distract me from the haunting echoes from the past.
After his quick pre-breakfast swallow, I help him get off, and then we get up, brush our teeth, and take showers. I’m getting a morning shave in when I hear from the bedroom, “Dude, it snowed last night.”
“What?” I ask, even though I heard him.
The day before, I’d seen the app on my phone predict snow, but in Georgia, that rarely means snow.
I approach Leif and peek out the blinds. A white blanket covers my yard, the nearby rooftops suggesting at least half a foot.
“Holy shit,” I mutter.
“Mom said we might get an inch, but Jesus.”
Despite the heaviness that even Leif’s BJ couldn’t completely shake, some more of it lifts.
“Looks like we get to have a snow day,” I say, drawing him close and kissing his cheek, getting some shaving cream on his face.
21
LEIF
I’m giddy like a kid at the prospect of spending a snow day with Zane.
We eat breakfast and brush our teeth again before I head back to my parents’. After I hop into my winter gear, I inflate two pool tubes in the garage and meet Zane in front of his place.
We head to Palamone Park.
A rarity for Wyachet, the snow is nearly as thick over the streets as it is the yards. It’s still pretty early, so there are only a few families out building snowmen and engaged in snowball warfare. As we pass the McKendrys’ house, their two middle-school-aged boys, Dirk and Cameron, approach their parents’ SUV, which their younger brother, Jordan, is hiding behind.
“Help me with this,” I say, setting my tube down and scooping up some snow. Zane follows my lead as I pat a ball in my hand, creep up behind the guys, and nail one right in Dirk’s coat collar. As he drops his snowball, Zane lands one on Cameron, who spins around and launches his own attack.
“See what happens when you try to sneak up on your brother?” I say.
Zane and I exchange snowballs with them until Jordan is confident enough to come out and join us in our surprise attack.
“This is three against two!” Dirk calls out. “No fair!”
“Now you know how it feels,” I reply, and we keep at it until Cameron finally says, “Okay, okay. We get it, Leif.”
“Yeah, and if Jordan tells me you try to gang up on him again, we’ll be back.”
“We’ll be good,” Dirk says with a guilt-ridden expression that assures me he’ll behave. “Now can you help me get this ice off my neck?”
I brush some of it out, and he adjusts his toboggan hat.
Jordan approaches me, eyeing Zane uneasily. “Are you friends with him?” Jordan asks, and the way he leans away from Zane and says him, it’s clear he has some preconceived notions about him, just like I did before I got to know him.
Zane glances at the ground uneasily, and it makes me think of when he was a kid, after all that trauma, and his peers treating him like something was wrong with him because they didn’t understand the guy I’ve come to realize is pretty awesome.
“This is Zane,” I tell Jordan. “Zane, this is Dirk, Cameron, and Jordan. I used to babysit these little troublemakers when I was in high school.”
Zane offers a friendly wave and musters as much of a smile as I figure he can manage. I tell the guys to tell their mom hey for me before Zane and I head back to our tubes and continue toward the park.
“So you were a babysitter?” Zane asks once we’re out of earshot.
“More like a fill-in for their regular babysitter. I watched them sometimes after their mom divorced their dad. She needed some help, and it’s a pretty tight street, so a few of us helped out when we could.”
“That’s really cool. Although, it’s interesting to note that even the kids in this neighborhood think I’m weird.”
It reminds me of his reaction to Jordan’s remark. “They don’t know you like I do,” I say, though I can’t imagine that helps him much.
“You’re sweet, Leif, but it’s okay. I didn’t get this far in life without being used to people prejudging me.”
“Me included,” I confess.
“Well, you’ve more than made up for that.” He turns to me, flashing a wry smirk. “I’ve always told myself most people are shit anyway, so what does it matter? But I must admit, I’m learning that way of thinking gets awfully lonely.”