Prairie Dogs, Pronghorns & Penis Sheaths
by Biff Spork
Chapter 7
"What a Glorious Feeling, I'm Happy Again"
NRDC November 23, 2023 Flash floods are quick-rising floods most often caused by heavy rains over a short period (usually six hours or less). Flash floods can happen anywhere, although low-lying areas with poor drainage are particularly vulnerable. Also caused by dam or levee breaks or the sudden overflow of water due to a debris or ice jam, flash floods combine the innate hazards of a flood with speed and unpredictability and are responsible for the greatest number of flood-related fatalities.
As I cycled onto our street, I saw the Mason Tesla pull away from the curb in front of our house.
My parents were seated together in the living room and looked up at me when I entered.
" Hi you guys," I said.
They returned my greeting and then there was a silence. They were sitting there like they had been discussing something serious.
" Jason was here?" I said.
" Yes," said my father. "He came by to introduce himself to us, and to talk to us about how he and Anna work together to take care of Marcus, and protect him, and now, you."
" And?"
My father looked off into the distance for a moment then said, "A great American writer once said about the rich, that they are very different from you and me. And it's true, not just because they have more money, as the wiseacres say, though that's the basis of it. It's also because they grow up and to some extent, live, in another world, with different rules."
" And?" I said. At the same time, I remembered the previous day, when Marcus said he had asked for a car. That was a phrase I had never heard anyone else ever use. I mean, we had a car, a pretty nice car though it was not electric, but I couldn't imagine under what circumstances I would ever 'ask for a car.' The phrase suggested there was a fleet of vehicles at Marcus's disposal.
My father laughed and smiled at me. "I was happy to assure Jason that you were a good boy and a good son and, aside from a few harebrained ideas from time to time, that you were mostly pretty sensible."
My mother chimed in here, "But Bumper, we want you to be careful too. Sometimes when you make a friend, you can be hurt and when feelings are involved, you can hurt other people too, even if you don't mean to."
" Marcus is the best friend I ever had. I'd never hurt him, and I know he'd never hurt me. You guys have nothing to worry about."
I looked at my father and asked, "What did you mean about another world and different rules?"
" Oh, a lot of things, but one example might be the threat of kidnapping. We've never worried about you getting kidnapped…."
" I have!" said my mother stoutly.
" Yes, normal motherly worries, but when a boy is worth billions of dollars it becomes a much more realistic threat. And you being close to such a boy means it becomes a real threat for you, too. So, one of the things that Jason talked about was the security on the Mason estate and in general surrounding Marcus. Though you boys are probably not aware of it, you are very well guarded at all times. The entire focus of that estate and all the staff there is Marcus, his health and safety and happiness, and because you are close to him, they watch over you as well."
" It was good of Jason to come and talk to us about all that," said my mother. "Have you been in the house?"
" Yeah, it's a nice house, really big rooms and a great view," I said. "It's funny, even though it's a big house you don't see it until you get close. It's like it's part of the hill and the woods and the rocks."
" An American classic," said my father. "Frank Lloyd Wright designed it. Marcus is living in a work of art."
I suddenly flashed an image of Marcus with his koteka on and painted with yellow stripes and purple dots, and I laughed, "Marcus is sometimes a work of art himself."
" Well," said my mother, "you boys be careful what you do out there. I've heard they even have a herd of buffalo, real buffalo, somewhere out there. Buffalo can be very dangerous. So make sure you listen to Jason and Anna if they tell you anything. Where did you get those clothes?"
" They're Marcus's clothes. Mine got dirty, so he loaned these to me," I said, sparing them the details.
She fingered the sleeve of Marcus's T-shirt. "Hmm. They just look like normal boys' clothes," she said.
" They are," I said. "Marcus is a normal boy. And so am I. When's supper? I'm starving."
" Go get cleaned up. Supper will be on the table in ten minutes."
My mother went into the kitchen, my father shook out his newspaper again and I went upstairs to my bathroom to wash my hands, still thinking about Marcus and the kotekas, then buffalo. A herd of buffalo? I'd have to ask Marcus about that.
My phone woke me in the morning. At first, I was a little confused because my head was still covered with Marcus's underpants. I had pulled them over my face when I went to bed, to enjoy his smell while I had some fun. I managed to answer the phone before it went to voicemail. It was Marcus.
" Bumper, wake up, I need you to come here right away, please."
I groggily looked out the window. "It's raining, like really pissing down."
" I know, and it's early," he said, and then his voice softened, "but Bumper, I woke up this morning and when I saw it was raining, I thought you might not come. I just ache to see you. Please come as soon as you can."
" I haven't had breakfast yet," I said.
" I haven't had breakfast, either. Let's eat breakfast together. Please?"
" Okay," I said. "At the workshop?"
" No, Jason will bring you to the house. If you look outside you'll see he's waiting for you in front of your house."
I peered through the window. The red Tesla was parked in the driveway.
I dressed and splashed some water on my face. It was not yet eight o'clock, long before my usual hour of rising in the summer. I tried to wake up a little as the Tesla whispered through the summer downpour.
I scurried from the car through the front door. Marcus was sitting on a bench near the entrance. He jumped up and ran over when I burst through the door.
" I'm so glad you're here," he said as he hugged me. "C'mon, let's go have breakfast."
" What's happening? No problem, I hope."
" No, no," he said while pulling me along beside him. "It's just…" He looked embarrassed. "Well, I woke up this morning and I felt so lonely. It seemed like years since I'd seen you. I know it's stupid, but I missed you so much I just had to see you right away."
I was prepared to give him a hard time for getting me up so early, but he looked so vulnerable and so completely like the perfect boy I had always dreamed of, I found it difficult even to pretend I was angry with him.
" My mother says you have buffalo," I said in the most severe, accusatory tones I could muster.
" Buffalo?" he said blankly.
" Don't equivocate! Why didn't you tell me you have buffalo? How could you have buffalo and not tell me?"
" Oh, yes, there are buffalo."
" So you do have buffalo. How many?"
" I don't know. Fifty? A hundred? Something like that. I've never counted them. I mean, it's not like they all stand together in lines like soldiers."
" You have buffalo and you don't even know how many you have?"
" Not exactly. But you know, they're not my buffalo. They belong to themselves, and they live here, like I do. They're just on the property." He waved vaguely toward the rear of the house. "Some big preserve was going to cull them, and granddad said, 'Don't shoot them. We've got a big place they can stay.' So they gave him a bunch of buffalo and he let them run around freely and do their thing." Marcus pushed me down into a chair at the kitchen table, and Anna appeared with two hot plates shortly afterward. Marcus brought us glasses of orange juice from the fridge and continued, "Just like the antelope."
" The antelope!"
" Yeah, pronghorns, about to be culled from another preserve. And I don't know how many of them there are either. You can count them if it's important to you, but good luck getting close to them. They're pretty spooky. Anna, thank you for this, it's delicious."
The tofu scramble was golden-yellow and perfectly seasoned. We ate in silence. In truth, I was a little stunned. What Marcus had said about the buffalo opened a new way of thinking about animals that seemed so right I was amazed I had never thought of it before.
The words he had said echoed in my mind, '...they're not my buffalo. They belong to themselves....'
Marcus kept glancing up at me and when we were a little full of Anna's great cooking we started to laugh, about nothing, just because we both felt so good to be sitting across a table from each other.
" Next you'll be wanting to know how many deer there are, and raccoon and squirrels and grasshoppers," he said, then added with a smile, "There's fish in the river too you know, and frogs and turtles."
We strolled into the vast living area centered around a stone fireplace and wandered to floor-to-ceiling windows that opened onto the terrace.
I felt shy when I said, "That's a great idea, what you said."
" What?' said Marcus, looking genuinely mystified.
" About the buffalo, that they belong to themselves. I never heard anyone say that before."
" Oh, it just seems to make sense to me. I mean, you belong to you, and I belong to me, and it just seems logical that the buffalo should belong to themselves in the same way. And not just the buffalo, but every living creature. To think about owning them is like being okay with slavery. It's a bad idea, and it's time we grew out of it."
I grabbed Marcus and hugged him so he wouldn't see my eyes filling with tears.
The rain was still pouring down from the glowering sky, but the wind had died.
" It's not cold out," said Marcus. "Let's go for a run."
" We'll get drenched."
" Yeah, that's okay," said Marcus. "We've got everything we need to get dry at the workshop. We'll leave our duds here and run to the workshop naked. It's a good run, and it'll be fun to run naked in the rain."
We went to his bedroom and stripped. Then we stood nude in front of the glass doors facing out over the terrace, opened them, and ran out into the rain.
Marcus started yelling in mock distress, and I wailed and shouted too, while we flew across the grass with the warm rain pelting down. Once we were under the trees, the rain changed; no longer a multitude of small drops, it became less frequent but bigger bombs, as accumulated water was tipped from overloaded leaves and branches. The mud squished up between our toes at every step, and rain-bent branches and ferns stung as they lashed against us.
Ten minutes into the run, we were puffing and panting, and stopped in a forest glade for a stretch break. We came together for a hug and then a kiss. Our rain-slicked bodies slid together as we wrapped our arms around each other. We kissed and held each other for an endless moment. Our heated bodies seemed to melt into one warm, wet being. Suddenly I ejaculated between our tightly clasped bodies, and so did Marcus. We weren't wiggling or even moving, just standing quietly lost in each other, and our penises jerked and spurted all by themselves. I don't know how long we trembled and squirted, but when the tremors quieted, I looked at Marcus and said, "Wow! I hope you don't mind. I didn't mean to do that. It just happened."
" Wasn't it amazing?" murmured Marcus.
" Yeah," I said. "It was fantastic."
" Yeah," he said. "It was fantastic. It was beautiful. You're beautiful, Bumper. I love you."
" Yeah, me too. I love you, Marcus."
There really wasn't anything else to say.
Marcus kissed the end of my nose, then raced away into the forest. I followed close behind. Fifteen minutes later we flung ourselves off the riverbank into the swimmin' hole.
While we swam, the rain lessened and by the time we were strolling back to the workshop, it had stopped. The clouds drifted apart, and the sun was a welcome warmth on our backs.
" You know," said Marcus as we snacked on bowls of instant ramen in the workshop, "there's a demonstration this afternoon against the logging of old-growth forest just north of here. Are you up for that?"
" Yeah," I said. "What do we do?"
" It's easy, we just have to show up. It's supposed to start at City Hall and then march down Main Street to the legislature. Then there's some speeches and stuff. I think it's important to put our bodies out there. The more people who protest, the better. Make the politicians think. There's not much old-growth forest left, and it's stupid to keep cutting it down."
" Yeah, especially now when everybody is starting to realize how important forests are to the environment, intact forests, old-growth forests."
Marcus edged along the sofa and pressed himself against me. "It will also give us a chance to experiment with a disguise for you." He cackled. "You can go as Veronica."
" What? Like out in public?" It didn't appeal to me.
" Just think, Bumper. If you're dressed as a girl and I'm a boy, then we can hold hands in public while we march and demonstrate, and if I steal a kiss from time to time, people will just think it's cute, instead of revolutionary or disgusting."
It began to sound more appealing, but I was not convinced. "Yeah, but what if someone I know sees me?"
" No problem. When I'm finished dressing you up, even your own mother won't recognize you."
I remembered how Marcus had appeared when we first met in the mall. "I get to wear underpants? I'm not doing this without underpants."
" Yes, yes. I have a bunch of girls' undies and we can tuck your huge dick into some tight little panties so that you won't appear to have an unusually protruding crotch for a girl."
" Okay," I said. I looked down into my lap where my boner was indicating its approval. "But I don't have a huge dick."
" No," he said. "I was just joking. I think your dick is exactly the right size, and it's beautiful."
I glanced at Marcus's lap. He was similarly aroused. "I like your dick too. I can't wait to get my hands on it," I said.
" I wonder why the thought of you in a dress gives both of us a hard-on?" mused Marcus.
" Marcus," I said, "it's because everything gives us a hard-on!"
He pulled me to my feet. "C'mon let's pick out your outfit."
We spent the rest of the morning creating Veronica. Once I let myself get into it, I was surprised how sexy it was to dress in girl's clothing. We were nude when we began, and Marcus insisted the first item had to be my 'training' brassiere. It was edged in pink lace and had tiny soft pads in the cups to mimic budding breasts. Marcus fastened it at my back, and we stood in front of the mirror. We both sprang ferocious erections.
" God, Bumper! I don't know why that is so sexy, but if I stand here much longer I'm going to cum," groaned Marcus.
When I finally posed in front of the mirror again, I hardly recognized myself. The flowered summer dress and sandals with white ankle socks were convincing, but the real disguise lay in the auburn wig, braided into two pigtails beneath a wide-brimmed straw hat. I looked like a cute young girl, and I felt like a cute young girl. I walked across the workshop and found myself relaxing into a different kind of movement.
" Yes! Yes!" cried Marcus. "Oh, Ronnie! That's it! Let your inner girl come out." He was dressed in black and white high-top running shoes, a pair of faded blue jeans, a striped T-shirt and a baseball cap slightly askew, a classic boy costume.
I sashayed back toward him, and he rushed up and kissed me on both cheeks.
I pushed him away with both hands on his shoulders. "Hold on, there, Mayberry Billy. This here filly is a-savin' it for the wedding night!"
" You're perfect, Bumper! I mean Veronica. Let's go have some lunch."
Jason was waiting in the Tesla outside the workshop. His eyes widened when he saw me.
" Jason," said Marcus, "I am pleased to introduce you to my girlfriend, Veronica."
Jason bowed. "It's a pleasure, Miss Veronica. The house, Marcus?"
" Yes, please. We'll have lunch and then we want to go downtown to City Hall."
When Anna brought lunch out to us on the terrace she exclaimed, "Oh, Marcus, isn't she cute! Bumper, can I kiss you?"
" It's not Bumper," said Marcus. "It's Veronica."
" Veronica?" asked Anna.
I angled a cheek up at her, and she planted a big kiss on it. Then she went to stand behind Marcus. She put her arms around his shoulders, bent forward, kissed Marcus's cheek, and said, "Veronica's perfect. Bumper is completely gone, but she needs just a touch of pink lip gloss."
" You're right," said Marcus. "I have some in my room, but I didn't want to put it on her until we've eaten, so it doesn't get messed up."
When Anna later came out with some fruit and nuts, she told us that the lip gloss was not necessary because we would be wearing covid masks at the demonstration. It was phrased as a gentle reminder, but her tone left no doubt that it was not a matter for discussion.
It was a strange protest — hardly any participants, perhaps a hundred. Those who did attend were careful to mask and social-distance. Marcus and I walked around and marched to the legislature hand-in-hand, but our masks prevented any kissing. At first I was afraid about my disguise, that any minute someone was going to run up, pull my wig off, and expose me, but after an hour, I saw that nobody looked at me suspiciously, and I relaxed into being a young girl. I enjoyed leaning my head on Marcus's shoulder when he put an arm around my waist and other innocent boy-girl intimacies.
After the last speech and chant at the legislature, the crowd began to disperse. Jason collected us and led us to where he had parked the car. It was late in the afternoon, and I realized that by the time I had changed back into my own personality, I would be late for supper at home. Marcus immediately suggested I have supper with him, and Jason could take me home afterward. Then his eyes lit up, and he suggested I should stay overnight, have a sleep-over, but when we arrived at his house, all our plans were amplified.
Anna met us wearing a mask. She informed us that one of the household staff had tested positive for covid after he took a day's sick leave. As a result, those of us who had been in the house any time during the last couple of days were required to self-isolate. That included Marcus and me. Anna had contacted my parents and suggested that I self-isolate with the Mason household, since Marcus and I would be company for each other, and it would save my parents a lot of work.
Marcus and I tried to look serious and concerned, but as soon as we got to his room, we jumped on each other and danced around giggling. Instead of a one-night sleep-over, we now had two weeks of each other's uninterrupted company. Then we stood in his room and kissed, a long boy-girl kiss. I let him man it up, and suggested he undress me. He laid me down on his bed and ran his hand over my chest and my tiny foam breastlets, then fondled me while he removed my clothing.
It had been fun to be a girl for the afternoon, but it was a great relief to get naked. When Marcus freed my penis from its tight bindings, it bounced up with all the vigor of a prisoner released from a tiny cell after many years.
" Oh," cooed Marcus, "that's what I like to see in a girlfriend." He reached out and wrapped his hand around my boner. It felt so good I almost passed out.
" Marcus, I'm warning you — I won't be responsible for what happens if you keep holding onto me like that."
He released me and sat back. "Yes, I'm sorry. It just looked so hold-able, my hand had to reach for it. I love your boner!" He smiled at me, spread his arms and theatrically burst into song.
" I love Bumper's boner,
And boner's Bumper too.
A bone, a bump, a bump, a bone,
A bonerbumperoo."
He bent his head down over my crotch. "Please, Bumper, can I kiss it."
" I didn't know you could sing."
" Neither did I," he muttered, hovering over my groin. "But, can I? Just one little kiss?"
" Okay, just one kiss only. Any more and you'll end up with a nose-full of goop."
" Can I pull the skin down? Please? We've known each other forever but I've never seen the end of your boner."
" This is getting dangerous, Marcus. Okay, but make it quick. If you fiddle around down there…."
Marcus gently rolled my foreskin down and breathed a long, drawn-out, "Ohhhh…."
Then he pressed his lips tenderly against the swollen tip of my penis for a long instant. I felt like I was racing toward ground zero of a nuclear explosion and pushed his head away.
He sat up with a drunken smile on his face.
" Oh, my beautiful Bumper," he said, "I absolutely, totally love you."
" Sweet words," I said, "but you've pushed me to the brink, and you won't get away with that. You'll pay!"
" Ah yes, we should be getting dressed for supper," said Marcus in matter-of-fact tones as he pulled back. "I don't know how we should dress now that we're in isolation. Probably for now we should wear normal clothes, or…." He stopped talking and ran into his bathroom. He returned with two fluffy, white bathrobes. "It's not yet seven o'clock. Let's go for a swim in the pool before supper. We can wear these robes to the pool and swim naked. I always do. Then we can put the robes on to have supper on the terrace. You think that's okay?"
" Yes, good idea," I said as I pushed him down onto the bed. "But you got to undress me so now, I get to undress you."
I took my time and denuded him as seductively as possible. It was like unwrapping a present. I took his shoes and socks off first and had a good sniff of his pretty feet, vintage rubbery running shoe mixed with Marcus's own sweet smell. I knew I'd not forget that mixture of scents as long as I lived. Then I eased off his skinny jeans. The baseball cap and his T-shirt were next. All that remained were his underpants, snow-white briefs that he had donned to keep his costume authentic, though they had remained unseen. I pulled the elastic waistband up above his waist so as not to snag his erection. Then I peeled the underpants off and laid them aside.
I grinned then and said, "Okay, now, payback time! You got to cop a feel. So do I!" And I gently but firmly gripped his boner and held it. I just about fainted again, and I think he did too. Then I hovered my head over his crotch. "And now, I get to see and kiss what you've got under that floppy little hoodie."
I was in a haze. His swollen penis tip was so smooth and hot when my lips touched it, my hunger to wrap myself around it and endlessly caress it was like a drowning man's desire for air. I felt his hands pushing me away, and he pulled me up and kissed my nose, his eyes brimming with love.
We lay like that for a minute. Then, exerting every shred of will-power at my command, I stood up, pulled on one of the robes, and threw the other on top of him. "Let's go swimming!"
While we were playing in the pool, Jason came down with a phone and handed it to me. My mother and father, having had time to absorb my impending absence, were full of advice about how I must behave. It was all irrelevant, but I appreciated their concern, assured them of my compliance, and listened patiently until they had exhausted the topic to their satisfaction.
Marcus and I swam until Anna called us to the terrace for supper. I was looking forward to the night. Marcus had a king-size bed, and the thought of sleeping in it with him kept me erect during our meal. Thankfully, the fluffy robes we were wrapped in hid my excitement from Anna as she served us.
When she brought a chocolate dessert out to us, she said, "Marcus, a package you ordered came just now, and I put it in your room."
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