Markwildyr.com,Post #259

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Hunky Bunny’s been on Cliff’s mind somuch he doesn’t know how much more he can stand. Now they’re alone togetherdrinking beer after a bowling session. Right at the moment, they’re talkingabout Bunny’s coming college experience. Is this it? Let’s see.

 

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LI’LHONEY BUNNY

“Well,” I said uncertainly.“You have your fraternities and your sororities—”

“I know that.”

“And you have your girls’dorms and your boys’ dorms.”

“I know that too.”

Except there, they’re calledwomen’s dorms and men’s dorms.”

“Aw, come on, Cliff.”

“And you have those who willand those who won’t. Women, that is.” I paused and tried to sound slightlydrunken. “Men too, I suppose.”

“You had much luck?”

“About like back here.”

“Crap. No better’n here?”

I grinned at him. “Well, maybea smidgeon.” I went on to embellish the two or three liaisons with women I’dhad last year. They were all real, but I probably exaggerated a minor detail ortwo. Then I noticed he was getting agitated, so I really threw in somedetails. Bunny took it all in while sucking on bottles of beer. By the time theevening had started growing a beard, it was obvious he was too tipsy to driveus home.

When he finally agreed to thatfact, I realized it was gonna be a bust of a night. Oh, I’d enjoyed Bunny’scompany and had fun, but somehow, I’d hoped something might come of it. Somethingexciting, out of the ordinary… something exciting.

My hopes revived when I gotout of the car to switch seats and drive and decided I need to drain the pipe. Hestaggered to my side, ripped open his fly and threw his arm around myshoulders. As a potentially sensual moment morphed into a fraternal one, wewatered the bushes while I peered through the darkness to get a glimpse of him.No use, not enough light. But I got the impression he was big.

****

I came off my Bunny high andwent to work the next day in a sour frame of mind until he breezed through thedoor and grabbed a soft drink from the cooler. As he paid for his drink, hegave me a smile.

“Really enjoyed hanging lastnight. Have to do it again.”

“Yeah, I enjoyed it too.Anytime.”

He hesitated for a second beforetaking his leave, and as usual, I watched him clear out of sight. Fluid grace.Masculine poetry in motion. Hell, walking sex.

Over the next two days, Ihoped he’d wander back in the store and finish what he’d started by fixing thetime and date for another outing. He didn’t show up until six days latersuggesting that we try the lanes again since it was open bowling that night. Iswallowed my disappointment when I had to decline since I was taking Mom toPollytown to see her sister right after work that evening. I spent the next twodays in a surly mood until it occurred to me there was no reason why Ishouldn’t call him. I dialed his father’s store, but Bunny was out on anerrand. I left a message, only halfway expecting it to be answered. But aboutfour, he called me back.

“Hi, Cliff. It’s Bunny. Got amessage you called.”

“Yeah. You probably alreadyhave plans, but if not, maybe we could do something tonight.”

“Naw. I was just gonna go downto the Fountain—” which I knew was a local teen hangout “—and see what washappening. But I’m game for something. What you have in mind?”

I sure couldn’t answer thatquestion honestly, so I equivocated. “Dunno. You have any ideas?”

“It’s open bowl in Pollytowntonight, we could drive over there.”

“Aw, I dunno—”

“I know,” he suggested, “Youcan use that ID of yours to get us some beer, and we can drive to the lake andrelax.”

“Sounds good to me, but it’s alittle chilly for swimming after dark.”

“Nah. Just hang, like we didthe other night.”

“You got it.”

We made arrangements, and Ispent the rest of the afternoon trying not to screw up whatever my chore of themoment was.

****

I went by the liquor store beforeI picked him up—figured it was my time to drive—and honked for him at six-thirty,as agreed. He bounced out the door looking like a million dollars adjusted for inflationand crawled into the passenger’s seat. We exchanged smiles and greetings, and Itook off like a shot, anxious to get the beer flowing down his throat.

He talked about his day, whileI contributed occasional grunts as we raced toward the lake, a long ten milesdown the highway. When we got there, I had a mild scare when he spotted a fewguys we both knew with their gals and a truckload of alcohol. But I relaxedwhen he said he wasn’t in the mood for a party. We motored on down the roaduntil we found a semi-remote area with a good view of the lake and the moon andstars. He wasted no time grabbing a couple of cans from the cooler in my backseat.

Neither of us talked for a fewminutes, just sucked on our beer and admired the view. I turned half sidewaysin the seat and admired the view I preferred… the roll of muscle in his arms,the play of his Adam’s apple, the flat planes of his chest and concave curve ofhis belly, and… well, and the shadows and valleys farther south. Bunny hadreally turned into an Earthbound Adonis. I could have sat there all nightwithout saying a word, but soon he got restless.

“Tell me more about college,”he finally said, spearing me with a look. Had he caught me gawking at him?

So I spent an hour answeringquestions and describing Mimi Sawtuck in more detail than she deserved, and heobviously at it up.

Eventually, I ran out ofthings to say when he quit asking questions, and a silence grew. Eventually, hebroke it.

“Uh, Cliff….”

“Yeah?”

“You said something last time,but I guess you were just goofing.”

“What did I say?”

“Don’t remember exactly, but Iasked something about sex… meaning sex on camputs, but you said…. Well….”

“I’m game if you are. I said I’mgame if you are.”

“That’s it. Did… did you meanit, or were you just horsing—”

“Every word of it.”

“Meant every word of it?”

“Yep. Meant every word of it.”

“Why would… Well, you told meabout the women you had, so—” He bit his lip. “Were you making that up?”

“Not a bit. Every one of themwas real.”

“Then how come….”

I caught his eye in the brightmoonlight and held it. “Bunny, I’m willing to bet a week’s pay you’re not avirgin. In fact, I’ll wager you’ve sampled more than one of the town’s girls.”

He grinned. “Two. More thanonce.”

“So how come you’reinterested?”

“W-what makes you think I am?”

“Friday night, and here we areout on the lakeshore all alone. You’re the one who brought up the subject. Whywould you do that if you weren’t interested?”

He shrugged. “Curious, Iguess.”

“You ever got with a guy?”

He shook his head. “Nope. Nextdoor neighbor and I jerked off together when we were fifteen. That’s all.”

“How did you feel about itthen?”

“It was okay. Nothing to shoutabout.”

“You must be interested insomething more than jerking off to bring it up now.”

“Aw, just forget—”

I looked him straight in theeye. “Uh-uh, you said you were curious, so let’s get curious.”

“I-I dunno, Cliff.”

“I do. I’ll show you how we doit in college.”

I reached for him. Heflinched, but didn’t bolt. Before the evening was over, Lil ole Honey Bunny hadlearned a lot… and he had learned it well. I think I unleashed a tiger. And I knew one thing for sure. I couldn't call him L'il Honey Bunny anymore.

 

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I get thefeeling Cliff got more than he bargained for… turned every way but loose. Howdo you see it?

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