MAX & THE CITY by KABS©
Edited by
hkf999
This is a story that I have written before, many years ago, and subsequently lost. Any writer that this has happened to can imagine what a sinker it must be to lose your only and original copy of something! Well, the inspiration finally struck a second time to put it back on paper all sexually active personages being fictional consenting adults, of course entirely for literary enjoyment and/or sexual arousal by non-fictional ones. Graphic narrative depictions of homosexual activity are presented. Any reader's personal aversion to such behaviour should likewise avert same
FROM READING ANY FURTHER.
The author will take no responsibility for any reader's irresponsible attempts to imitate the fictional personages or fictional situations or fictional ideas portrayed herein in their actual personal lives.
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Chapter 1
Max's head was teeming with endorphins as he skipped, sweaty and heaving, through the trees down the hill to the farmhouse he had, just the day before, made his temporary home. Deek's folks lived here. Deek had been living on campus in Potchefstroom for 2 years studying architecture. Max had just finished school and was going for job interviews in Johannesburg in the coming week.
"Good morning Max!" said June Williams, Deek's mom, and the smell of the breakfast she was cooking up on the gas.
Max beamed, "Good morning already! I didn't think anyone would be up yet! Am I late?"
"Oh hell no!" she laughed, "You've got at least an hour! So you went for your run!"
Max had sworn the previous evening that he was going to go for a fresh morning jog in the countryside this morning. Neither of Deek's parents, Scott and June Williams, had doubted him either. "Yeah it was great! Scott came with me. He'll be along."
"Oh did he! That's nice! Go on. Go and wash up."
He hadn't been planning to move to the farm until the following weekend, but a new interview had been arranged this afternoon on Saturday only – the day before yesterday – and so he had come over on Sunday with his things and in an hour, Deek's dad Scott would be dropping him off on the motorway to hitch a ride to the city. It was only 6 o'clock though ... which was good; because it would be easier to get a ride in the rush hour traffic because all the motorists would mostly already be at a standstill.
Deek's bathroom shower was locked. Max unlocked it, and stepped ... outside. Deek had, against his father's protestations about the sturdiness of the house, knocked out the corner of it, and built a lovely outside shower into it, that got a lot of sun. Everyone in the house loved it!
"Lovely morning!" Max jumped out of his skin at the sound of Scott rounding the corner in the nude! For a split second, he didn't know whether it was his hands he should be wondering about whether he should do something with him or not, or run and hide.
"OOH! ... startled me! Yeah! Um..." He clumsily turned off the water jet and started soaping himself up. "Uh. Scott? Do you wanna... share? While I soap?"