"How's Ryan and Sarah?" Sarah was Ryan's girlfriend.
It was another restless night, but he was so happy when Rebecca's gentle little voice danced in his ear from his cell phone. "They're fine, but a little worried about you." There was a pause. "Hey, are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
He wasn't fine. For the past few weeks, Cliff had been spending his evenings having little "outings" with the creepazoid known as Eric. They even exchanged phone numbers. His parents were starting to think he had gone crazy. Jessa was pissed at him, but still on speaking terms. The worst thing about the situation, though, was when Eric would touch him.
Sometimes he'd hold Cliff's hand for a moment. Sometimes he'd quickly pat his butt like an old spouse. Sometimes he'd put a kiss on his cheek. And every time one of those weird moments happened, Cliff would act embarrassed, as he was, but he'd try to put in some false interest.
It wasn't that the idea of being that way with a man was disgusting. Cliff didn't see anything wrong with the idea at all, far from it. He didn't even think taking a cock up the ass seemed like a bad idea. Cliff even had a secret dildo hidden in his bedroom, although he was grateful that Rebecca didn't find it. He didn't want to bring that up just yet.
He just ... hated Eric. Loathed him. Despised him. He wanted Eric's blood in the dirt of the wilderness. It was too bad that the snob preferred being in public places. The closest thing to wilderness that Cliff was able to get him to was a public park ... with lots and lots of people around. If things kept up like this, Cliff just might end up having a real, undead cock in his ass, and he wasn't feeling right about that.
Rebecca's voice was very suspicious. "Do you have any idea what he expects of you?"
Cliff fell back onto his bed, his phone practically glued to his ear. A lamp's yellow light was giving him a bit of a headache. He snuffled close to it and dimmed the light to something less intense with two clicks of a switch.
"I think I got a pretty good idea of what's on his mind," Cliff said with a scowl.
"I ... I just can't believe you'd put yourself in that situation. What happens if he gets aggressive? You know what I mean."
He didn't want to talk about it. "Don't worry about it, Baby. I can handle myself. I just want to think about you tonight. Where are you?" He was already searching his nightstand for a little bit of lube and some tissues.
"I'm in my room." Her voice lowered. She caught on quickly. "I just took a shower. I'm so lonely, you know? I haven't left this building since I first walked in."
"I'm sorry, Sweetheart. Why don't you turn on some music? You might feel better."
A happy little giggle, then Rebecca murmured, "You think so? Let me see if I can find some Death Metal."
A few minutes later and Cliff was able to vaguely hear some very angry music, but it was quiet enough on his end to be able to ignore it. "I hope that's not too loud. Let me check," Rebecca said worriedly. Cliff heard her close a door, open it, and then close it again. "Okay, I checked. With the door closed, it's pretty quiet." Footsteps, and then she said, "I'm on the bed now."
He liked that idea. The fingers of his free hand idly scratched at his belly. He wasn't wearing anything other than a pair of black briefs. "So you were in the shower?"
"Yeah, but I'm so cold now." She had that fake sad tone that he liked. "I don't think my robe can keep me warm."
"I bet your hair's wet." His hand was making rather aggressive motions against his crotch.
"Yep! I don't use hairdryers."
Cliff pulled his underwear down with a light groan. He kicked the cotton briefs away. "You could use a kiss."
Her breath was already fizzling in his ear. "Hnnn ... I love your kisses!"
"I love the way your tongue feels." The muscles of his cock were already hardening.
She was panting. "Cliff ... Cliff ... I'm already touching myself!"
Hot damn! She was dying for it!
Michael loved it. He wanted Cliff to get in the truck and drive on over to Ryan's house.
He put the phone down long enough to get a dab of lube. He was more eager to get his phone back to his ear than he was to touch himself. "Yeah, Baby? You rubbing yourself for me?"
"Hnnnnnn ... ngh!"
His dick twitched at the sweet little noises she made. He squeezed his fist around his shaft and moaned out a hungry sound.
"Cliff! Cliff! I want you to fuck me right now!"
Michael whined at that.
"God damn! You want my dick?"
"Yes! Oh please! My fingers aren't enough, Cliff! They're too small! I need you!"
Fire was already swelling in his balls. His cock was needy, urgent, and it hurt to breathe. His hand moved so fast he thought he might hurt himself. "Rub your clit, Sweetheart. Go on, I love that little clit. If you don't be nice to it you'll hurt my feelings." He heard a little squeal, and then a pleased groan. "That's it, just like that. I want you to move your fingers, nice and slow, all around that little thing."
He reached down to pet and tug at his testicles, and he licked his lips at the slight pain he got from it. He imagined he was right next to her, watching her fingers rotate around her clit. "Are you doing it, Baby? Just the way I said?"
"Yeeeeeeesssss." The way she stretched out the word had his cock pulsing in his hand.
Michael was howling.
"That's my good girl. Now faster." Rebecca made sharp little noises. He loved it, but he wanted more. "Come on, Faster!" His hips were jerking off of the bed. "Oh god, come on!" His balls were almost dying from the pressure.
And then Rebecca's voice wailed out, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming for you!" When that happened, he was almost there ...
Then he heard something ... a car was coming.
He smelled something earthy and perfumed ... Eric!
Shit!
"I got to go. Bye." He didn't care if her feelings were hurt. This was an emergency. He hung up and made sure to delete his call history, even though Rebecca's number in his contacts was labeled as, "Ashley." It didn't matter that Cliff had his phone locked with a password. It didn't even matter that Eric had shown no signs of even glancing at his phone. He wanted to be absolutely certain that he wasn't giving that cocky mosquito any hints to Rebecca's location.
Cliff hurried to wipe the lube away and tuck himself into his underwear.
He paused. He had never given Eric his address. The sicko must have figured it out on his own. He decided against asking him about it.
A knock on the door.
Cliff took a pair of jeans that were hanging on the front panel of the bed. As he jumped into them, he heard that knocking again. He pulled a drawer open and pinched up the first T-Shirt he saw. Another knock. He couldn't pretend he wasn't home. His truck was in the yard. He made do with bare feet and walked out of the bedroom, through the kitchen, through the living room, and to the front door, which he opened quickly.
