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I tilted my head in the other direction, our tongues mingling with more passion now, and I felt my body overflow with tingles as I got more aggressive. I let my hand fall down to grab a handfull of his slim but full and round ass. I could easily cup on of his cheeks in my fingers, with just a little bit spilling over, and with a firm squeeze, John Boy moaned quietly into my mouth. It was as simple as....thought...followed by action. Thought...action. Thought...action. The time between the two was getting shorter and shorter all the time. It was like they were priming me for a world where I could just take whatever I wanted without caring about what the consequences were. I wanted a kiss, I got one. The only question was....what did I want next, and how far was I willing to take it before my 'shame' impulses kicked in?
After drinking as much as I did....I doubted those impulses even existed anymore.
Hehehe, then, only seconds later, I heard a young voice say, "I wanna play too!" And before I could even open my eyes, Dexter 'squiggled' his way up my side, and joined his lips to ours, his tongue forcing his way into a three way kiss between us.
I tried to enjoy the sloppiness of it, but the whole situation just struck me as funny, and I started giggling outloud. Do you know how HARD it is to kiss when you're laughing? "Hehehe, Dex! Jesus!" I managed to get a single sentence out before Dex jumped forward and started mashing his lips against mine, practically pushing John Boy away from me so he could have me all to himself. Shit, so much for that little moment of playful infatuation. John Boy only smiled, moving back to his position and sitting on the edge of the truck while Dex covered me completely as though the kissing game was a 'competition' of some sort. Weirdo! But his kiss felt good. So did him humping his hardness against mine. So I just went along with it, and held him tight against me as we both relieved some tension together for the next ten minutes or so.
I was almost ready to explode by the time I felt the truck slow down and pull off of the main road. It took some effort to disconnect my lips from Dexter's, but once gripping his shoulders and holding him up, I noticed that I was now laying flat on my back in the truck with Dex on top of me. Dex struggled to continue kissing me, but I held him up, and when I turned my head to the side, he licked my cheek. "Hahaha! Dude...quit it! Come on!"
Dexter grinned. "I LIKE you! I like him! He likes me too. I can tell. Can't you tell?"
"Shhhh....come on, Dex. Let him up. He needs to eat." John Boy said, literally pulling Dex up by the collar of his shirt.
"Ok! Ok! But I want him later! JUST me! NONE of you guys, ok???" He said excitedly, still trying desperately to get back down on top of me and kiss some more.
"IF he chooses, Dex. You know the rules."
"Awwww....Sebastian gets to have ALL the fun! It's no fair!" He whined.
The truck put the brakes on, and I sat up to see where we were. It looked like some tiny rib shack, with only two or three parked cars in the dirt covered parking lot on the side of the joint. Everyone kinda got up and hopped over the side of the truck, but Cyrus made sure to wait for me to get up first. I looked back through the window, and saw him smiling at me through the rearview. I guess this is my cue to get out, huh? I stood up, my hardness still throbbing a bit from rolling around so brazenly with my blond cohort and pitching quite a visible tent in the meantime. Scout looked at it with a scoff, but I'm sure it was bigger than anything that HE was packing! The little bastard. Kristin got out next, givng me a kiss on the cheek, I assume to thank me for the parking lot fiasco. And Cyrus came around to put his hands on his shoulders. I'll never get over how good it felt to have him choose me. To just...look upon me with such satisfaction. I don't know how I got to this point in our scattered friendship, but his approval suddenly meant everything to me.
"You hungry yet?" He asked.
"Yeah. I feel like I'm starving."
"Oh, well we can't have THAT, now can we? Come...you get anything you want on the menu. My treat." He said, and as he walked me forward into the rib shack, he nodded towards Shank and Razor to bring up the rear behind us.
I was stumbling a little bit, still reeling from the alcohol, and Cyrus put his arm around me to keep me steady while I giggled my way inside. "I'm sorry. Hehehe...I think I...drank a little too much."
"No such thing as too much. Not anymore. Not for you." He told me.
"Hey, at least it made me forget about my..." I stopped walking, and Cyrus wondered why. I looked down at the back of my hands, and saw only a faint redness on my knuckles...where darkened bruises had been just ten minutes ago. My vision was a little blurry, but...I knew they were there. "...Where...where did the bruises go?"
"Everybody's waiting, cowboy. Come on, in we go." Cyrus pushed me forward and we walked over to a table to join the others. They had pushed two tables together, and sat around it, leaving the head of the table open for our leader. As always, Cyrus saved me a seat at his left side, always keeping Sebastian on his right. We had to peel the menus open, the fold out pages stuck together with leftover grease. The smoke in the place was almost overwhelming at first, but you got used to it pretty quickly. Even sitting in a chair, I found myself swaying back and forth slightly. I couldn't really tell if it was warm in that place, or if my fever had kicked in again, but I heated up until I broke out into a sweat. Everything on the menu looked amazing from the little pictures inside, and I got hungrier and hungrier as I read through it. In fact, I felt pretty damn empty inside. Hollowed out. As though I had burned up every last calorie that I had for energy and needed a ton more to fill me back up! "See anything you like, Wesley?" Cyrus asked me.
"Um...yeah. A bunch of stuff. Do you mind if I get some of these ribs with extra barbecue sauce?"
"I said you could have anything you wanted. So order away." The Cyrus leaned over closer to me, "Why don't you get one of those gutbuster double cheeseburgers too? The one with the seasoned curly fries."
"Oh...no. That sounds good, but I can't eat all of that...."
"Well, we'll order it anyway. If you can't finish it....we'll get ourselves a 'doggie bag'." He stared at me, his sinister grin not taking no for an answer. So I agreed, and we got both.
The cook came over to take our order, and everybody got some kind of hefty meat filled platter. Everybody except for Kristin, of course. "Just a chicken salad, please. And three biscuits, easy on the butter."
Kriegar stared at her from across the table. "Why don't you cut that shit out? Huh?"
"Kriegar..." Cyrus put an end to his harrassment before it even got started. The whole atmosphere suddenly seemed so familiar to me. It made me think back to the old diner on the outskirts of town....and what happened there after we left. My memory was kinda foggy about it. I mean, it seemed like it was so long ago, but....it couldn't have been more than a few days. I thought about the way we made all of that noise, and ran their customers off. I thought about how we must have looked to everyone in there, and how we didn't necessarily leave when they old guy asked us to. Then...the rest is a bit of a blur. I remember...Kristin and Kriegar had to stay behind to pay the check. Was that right? There was....this 'noise' coming from inside. Like...this.....'noise'. Now that I think about it....it kinda sounded like....somebody screaming..."Penny for your thoughts, Wesley?" Cyrus asked, his strong voice interrupting my train of thought.
"Huh? Oh, I was just...thinking about...the diner. I mean the other one. Before this one."
The table got quiet for a moment, but everyone seemed to trade a few secret smiles amongst each other without telling me why. Cyrus sat back in his chair and connected his gaze to mine. "What about the diner?"
His stare, even when accompanied with a grin, could be so intimidating. It made me uneasy. I began to wonder if I was crossing the line again. "It's nothing. Forget it."
"No, no, speak your mind, Wesley. You were sitting there, you were thinking about the diner, and.....what?"
I looked around the table, and they seemed eager to hear what I had to say. "Well...I don't really remember what happened, but...it just seemed...strange to me that we were there just before it...you know?"
"Burned down to the ground, killing everyone inside?" Cyrus smiled. He said it with such a playful tone, as though there was no remorse at all in him for those people.
"Um....yeah...." I said quietly. I let my eyes drop down to the greasy plastic table cloth, and didn't speak for a moment. But Cyrus continued to stare at me, and the uncomfortable silence caused me to peek up at him once again.
"So what was your question, Wesley?" He asked.
"No question, I was just...thinking, and...it was..just kinda odd." I mumbled. "I just...wanted to know what happened at the diner, is all."
Cyrus leaned forward to put his elbows on the table. "Tell me...what do you think happened at the diner?" The whole place got dead quiet, and he looked at me as though he were silently daring me to say it. Hell...did I even KNOW what I was about to say? I mean, really, what was I getting at? Was I thinking that this group of teenagers got together and murdered some diner cook and his daughter? Was I gonna accuse them of burning the place to the ground? That's ridiculous. And yet...while the whole idea seemed laughably absurd...it wasn't as far from 'impossible' as I would normally find comfortable. After waiting a few moments for my answer, Cyrus put his hand on the back of my neck, and rubbed it gently to comfort me. "You just keep thinking about it, little pup. And when you get the right words together...you come ask me anything you want to ask me. Ok?" He grinned.
He patted me on the shoulder and then leaned back in his chair again as the rest of the place seemed to relax. I looked over at Kristin, who traded a grin with Kriegar momentarily, before reaching into her glass of water to pull out a chip of ice and pop it into her mouth. It was like this playful little secret of theirs, and they enjoyed not having me know. Then she looked at me, and gave me a wink. Maybe....the next time Cyrus and I are alone...I'll ask him that question afterall. And I won't let him scare me out of thinking about it.
The wait for our food wasn't that long, really. Maybe twenty minutes at the most. But it was almost as though I couldn't wait for it! My fingers were tapping nervously on the table, and my stomach began to twist itself into knots with hunger. I couldn't even REMEMBER the last time I ate, but it didn't bother me that much until we left that asshole bleeding in the parking lot. Now it was like a wild animal clawing its way out of my stomach, and I was quickly getting irritable. "What's TAKING them so long! Jesus!" I said, which made everybody at the table laugh. They could be such a strange bunch sometimes, but it wasn't the kind of strangeness that made you feel awkward or rejected. It welcomed you. Brought you in under its wing and made you a part of it whether you wanted to be or not. And I guess that meant that I was a weirdo too. So I fit right in.
"Ribs and a double gutbuster with everything, right?" The cook asked as he placed a plate of food down in front of me.
"Hell yeah! Thank you!" I said, and didn't even wait for the plate to hit the table before I grabbed a handful of curly fries and shoved them into my mouth. Oh my GOD was I hungry! I quickly picked up another handful of fries and stuffed them into my mouth right afterwards. Everyone else got their food to, as usual, it was all barely cooked at all, juices still running red on their plates. But I could hardly concentrate on anything other than my own food at the moment, and picked up the giant cheeseburger with both hands. I sank my teeth into it hungrily, and while it looked and smelled delicious it tasted...I don't know...'wrong'. It was kind of like the breakfast that my mom cooked that morning. Like the natural flavor of the meat had been cooked out. It's original taste, tainted with spices. But I didn't let that stop me. I kept opening my mouth as wide as I could to get more of it in with every bite. I don't know what came over me, but it was insatiable. I felt as though I was actually getting hungrier with every bite. In just four giant mouthfulls, the burger was half gone, and I put it down to grab another sloppy handful of fries, dropping some in my lap.
I felt Cyrus pat me on the back, so pleased to see me eating. But I didn't stop. I couldn't! I grabbed the ribs and lifted them off the plate, smearing barbecue sauce all over my lips as I chomped away on the meat. I tore the ribs apart into a smaller piece, and quickly ravaged it like an animal. My teeth ripped the meat from the center, and I chewed on the gristle and fat with a passion, sucking hungrily on the bone when it was all gone. I ate faster, and faster, devouring the ribs without stopping to wipe my hands or face once. When I got to the last rib, I began to gnaw on the bone until it split, and I used my tongue to lick at the marrow inside. I didn't know what was wrong with me....but I needed more. MORE!
I pushed the empty rib plate away from me, and tore into the second half of my burger. I was so focused that I didn't even pay attention to the other people in the restaurant staring at me. Worrying about them would slow me down, and I haven't stopped chewing once since those plates hit the table. I finished the burger, finished the fries, ate the pickle, the lettuce, the parseley on the side of the plate, a wedge of lemon, and started sucking on the tips of my fingers to get every last bit of sauce off of them that I could. Cyrus giggled cheerfully to himself, and I was almost ashamed for the way I was acting. There were crumbs of food and splatters of sauce everywhere, and all I could think about was getting more. Cyrus saw my expression, and said, "That's my growing boy." He took his plate, ad pushed it over to me. It was a steak, and he had barely eaten any of it. I bashfully turned it down at first, not wanting to make a TOTAL pig of myself in front of everybody. But he simply told me, "No, go ahead. If you want more...you get more. You do want more....don't you, Wesley?" He gave me a devilish grin as I looked down at the plate in front of me. My apetite flared up again, and I gave him a quick nod as I reached for a fork and knife.
I thought that I might trying to act like I had some kind of home training, but when the first bite of that bloody rare meat rolled over my tastebuds...I shivered with an almost orgasmic feeling of delight! The taste, the texture, the juices...it tasted 'right'! It tasted real! I tried to stick with the fork and knife, but it was taking too long! The twins both looked over at me as I feverishly clinked my silverware together, trying to cut through the meat in a somewhat civilized fashion...but QUICKLY! I needed more! I NEEDED IT!!! Finally, I got fed up, dropped the silverware, and lifted the steak up with my hands, biting into it deeply as the juices ran down my chin. This meat....this glorious meat....my God...mmmmm.....MORE! I ate, and I ate, and I ATE! And at some point, what I thought was just a heavy breath, or a quiet moan of satisfaction, actually became a growl. I felt it rumbling in the back of my throat as I engorged myself, and while the first one caught me by surprise, I let the following growls come freely. I couldn't control them. I didn't even want to!
Just as I was gnawing on what was left of Cyrus' steak, Kriegar grinned and tossed me a scrap off of his plate. It landed on my plate, and I smiled back, licking my fingers and starting in on that as well. Then, John Boy blindly threw a piece of HIS meat on my plate too, his aim much better as always. Everyone giggled to themselves, and all offered up a piece of meat to the hungry new guest at their once exclusive table. And then...SMACK! I felt a gravy soaked salisbury steak slap me on the forehead, and looked up to see Dex innocently offering me a piece as well. Hehehe, even with a giant splotch of gravy on my face, I couldn't be mad at him. I just shook my head and started eating the scraps on my plate. Even Kristin through me a small chunk of chicken and a biscuit. I kept stuffing my face, eating so fast and so savagely that I was almost choking. But I seriously couldn't get enough in me fast enough. Cyrus leaned over with a napkin, and gently wiped my forehead and cheeks off, cleaning me up like a toddler in a high chair while I continued to ravish everything in sight. I didn't even look at him until the plate was empty. What the hell had come OVER me???
When everything was gone, I looked at the now empty table, every plate practically licked clean...and tried to make sense out of my apetite. There's no WAY I could have put away that much food before! And even now that I had eaten like an entire HERD of animals in one sitting...I was still just a little bit beyond satisfied. I'm sure I could put away another steak or two if there was any left.
We all sat back, and I laughed a little as I looked at the stains on my shirt. Cyrus sat back proudly, a big brotherly smile on his face, and after a short breather, he addressed the rest of the table. "I do believe that our plans for tonight are gonna have to wait until tomorrow. Our boy here is maturing a bit faster than expected." He said. "John Boy, your thoughts?"
"There's always a certain level of risk in bringing a pup to maturity this close to a new moon. But I think he'll be fine in the long run." John Boy smiled wickedly. "With the right 'guidance', of course, Father."
"Hehehe, alright then, it's settled. Let's bring this little sweetheart into the fold." Cyrus told him.
"A wise choice, as always, Cyrus."
He finally returned his attention to me directly, but was speaking to the rest of the table when he asked, "SO...what do you guys think? Should Wesley stay behind this time and help us...pay the check?"
I got a bit nervous, and told him, "Cyrus, I...I told you...I don't have any money on me."
Cyrus' eyes stared into mine for a moment, and a strange level of tension seemed to be pressing down on my shoulders. "Do you...want....to pay for our food, Wesley?"
"I don't...I don't understand." He kept his grin, but his eyes levelled me as he waited silently for my reply. "Wait...I mean...you're kidding right?"
Cyrus leaned back and said, "Sebastian, you stay here with me and Wes. The rest of you meet us outside." He tossed the car keys to Scout, and they all stood up to follow his order. They all left, single file, and I got more nervous than ever as Sebastian and Cyrus both watched my growing discomfort in silence. "Now then...what exactly were you thinking...when you thought back to that diner? Hmmm?" I was scared to answer, scared not to answer. I just sat there...trembling. "Do you understand what I mean....when I say 'pay the check', Wesley?" He grinned.
I looked over at Sebastian, as though his cold eyes could offer me any comfort. "I don't...I don't know." I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as his gaze penetrated me at the table.
Cyrus briefly looked around at the other tables in the room. At the young married couple by the window. At the three college boys near the back. And over in the corner, a small family of four, with two little kids. Girls. No more than six or seven years old. "You know, these people....these families, they just happened to wander in here at random. Hoping to come in, get a quick bite to eat, and then randomly wander out again." He said. "I wonder what they did with the last hour of their lives, don't you?" His stare hardened for an endless moment, and I prayed that his smile wouldn't fade. "What happens...if they wasted it doing nothing...and it turns out that it was the last hour God was willing to give them? Hmm?" They both kept their eye on me, and I was beginning to shake visibly as the fear of something bad happening took hold of me.
"C-C-Cyrus...." I whispered, my bottom lip quivering. "....Dude....whatever you're thinking...."
"What am I thinking, Wesley? Tell me." He asked sternly. "Tell me what you think I'm gonna do...to these poor little 'sheep'." I didn't dare say it. I could barely get the breath to speak. Then, Cyrus and Sebastian suddenly both stood up at the same time, looking down at me. "Come on, kid. Let's go pay that check." I think I felt sick. My body turned cold, and I could barely scoot back from the table as they waited for me to get up. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, and my knees were weak. I looked over at those little girls in the corner, and my mind was filled with the most horrific images of them being hurt. Of ANY of these people being hurt. I looked into Cyrus' eyes, and he stared right back at me.
Time stopped.
Everything was silent.
Nothing moved.
And just as the tension in me almost caused my muscles to SNAP....
Cyrus reached into his pocket, and laid three 50 dollar bills on the table.
"That should cover it." He said, and him and Sebastian headed to the door.
I nearly fell over once I was able to release the breath that I was holding inside! I had to hold onto the table for balance, and felt my heart nearly collapse from the fear it had just experienced! "Jesus.....oh Jesus....omigod...." I breathed outloud until I was almost dizzy, my hand on my chest.
"Wesley?" Cyrus called from the door. "Are you coming?"
"Yeah, I'm...I just need to...Jesus..." I tried to catch my breath, and Sebastian waited for me to stagger towards the door and back out to the parking lot. These little practical jokes of theirs have GOT to stop!
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