Q-Bubba knew he needed to get moving. Aside from the risk of getting caught in the very definition of a compromising position ( Allenvale U. might be the Progressive Institution in this part of Texas, but even they frowned on students and/or faculty blatantly fucking on campus ! ), he had lots to do before his date with Bjorn that evening ! His & BJ's skate date in Denton had gone so well, that they'd made plans to do it again the following Saturday, but before then he had to drive over to his Uncle's in Mudflap. He'd been told about the upcoming arrival of KC's old pal Tecumseh that morning by phone. "Not sure how long he's planning on staying, but we thought we'd set him up in your old room, if that's okay with you.", EuEarl had said. Living on campus, Q-Bubba was more than okay with it. He also determined to buy & install a new pane of glass to replace the current one, cracked in 3 places & held together by duck tape, the next day. It was, Q-Bubba felt, the least he could do, since he was directly responsible for introducing those 3 cracks into that window in the first place.
One early Monday morning, seven months earlier, he had been on his way home from a 4 day weekend in Houston & had come across a hitchhiker thumbing for a lift & holding a sign that read 'Hunters Hollow, KY'. The weekend, while fun, had been sexually something of a bust for Q-bubba & this hitchhiker, a slender, long dark hair'd, bearded fellow, was stretching the limits of the seat of a pair of the tightest tie-dyed jeans Q-Bubba felt he'd ever seen. And so, foolhardy as it was, he'd instantly pulled over & offered the guy, who wasn't much older than Q-Bubba himself, a ride. The hitchhiker, a musician named Raymond, smelled of heat & sweat , as one would after walking for who knows how long under a Texas Sun in early September, but once seated inside Q-Bubba's massive Polara, an up close view revealed that the promise of those exquisitely eye-popping, taunt, jiggling buttocks, hinted at from yards away, would not be reneged upon ! They'd not gone very far in conversation or miles before it was mutually agreed that they should make a quick rest stop ! After that, having wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, Q-Bubba would have willingly driven his new friend all the way to Kentucky backward, had he asked ! Instead, he took the next detour that would head him in the direction of his uncle's home in Mudflap County. Both uncles would be at work, so why pay for the cost of a motel room when his old room was waiting there for him & free?
It was about half past 11:00am when he & Ray drove up. They'd stopped twice more on the way. Once so that Ray could partake of a reciprocal 'rest stop', then again for a brief, yet intense, makeout session behind a K Mart ! Sending up a cloud of red dust, Q-Bubba schreeched to a halt in his uncle's driveway ! Both he & Ray were so horned up by this point, that they could easily have crashed the door in, had it not been locked ! It was then that Q-Bubba remembered that he'd left his house key in his dorm room the preceding Friday ! A quick trip to the rear door proved equally un-assailable. That's when he got the idea of crawling through the window of his old bedroom, which he always kept unlatched, as he'd done hundreds of times over the years . Of course, in years past, he hadn't been in nearly a boned up hurry as he, at the time, found himself to be. And in his haste to get inside & into Ray's tie-dye clad love buns, Q-Bubba had completely forgotten about the wobbly front left leg of the dresser that stood beneath his window. Although there was no risk of collapse, the forgotten wobble had caused him to lose his grip temporarily on the dresser & pitch forward ! This resulted in his legs wildly flailing up & about erractically, which in turn lead to his right boot heel connecting heavily against the window glass. While the glass didn't shatter, 2 long cracks, one of which would later spawn a third, grew prodigiously across the expanse of the pane !
To his credit, KC & EuEarl's nephew Q-Bubba did leave a note of confession for his uncles, made lighter by the omission of one or two irrelevant details, as he saw them. But later, on visits home, he would feel a twinge of guilt looking at those 3 cracks in the window. It had always been his intention to replace it & out of his own pocket, too, but for all those guilty twinges, Q-Bubba could never quite muster up enough guilt fed initiative to actually put aside both money & time to do so. And he could never honestly guilt himself into action by saying that his 3 hour flip/flop fuck'n'suck with Ray hadn't been worth the cost of a broken window glass or the gasoline for the subsequent trip as far north as Oklahoma City ! It had been !
( Even KC had been prompted to say to EuEarl, as they both stood in the room surveying the damage, that, "By the whiff 'a things, whoever it was must'a been a smashin' piece'a hot ass !" )
Now, however, with a guest on the horizon & a long ago developed sense of love & duty towards his uncles, Q-Bubba had determined to finally make good on his responsibility this very day !
With both hands, Q-Bubba playfully paddled a still dazed, but willingly abused, Doryl on his cushiony meat bongos, then stood up ! "Gotta go, son ! Sweet ride ! Thanks !" , and with a wink & a smile, Q-Bubba grabbed a clean towel & sprinted towards the showers !
Doryl Smutney-Medvedik, left alone in his stickiness, propped himself up by the elbows onto the bench, laid the left side of his face against it's cool surface, then let out a long, & heartbreakingly pathetic, sigh....
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