THURSDAY, june 28, 2018
HIS MOM KEPT YAKKING AT HIM as he ascended the staircase; he tried to ignore her, and actually did a pretty good job of it, until she got to the part where she said, “…and clean up the spare room. Your cousin Drake will be here on Sunday for a few weeks. That room needs to be clean for him.”
Had he actually known the import of what she had just said, he would have stopped dead in his tracks. But as it was, he just kept walking, mostly just to irritate her with his indifference. Freakin’ cousin Drake, that’s all he needed to make his summer really “special.” His mom knew the exact recipe for misery.
“Did you hear me Travis?” she demanded as he tried to escape from the staircase into the upstairs hallway. “Travis. Answer me.”
He stopped halfway down the hall and his shoulders slumped, out of his mother’s view.
Oh God, I can’t wait until I can move out of here.
“Yeah. I heard you. Clean the extra room—for cousin Drake.”
Downstairs, his mother pursed her lips in authoritative satisfaction.
Travis was not moved in the least. As soon as he closed the door to his bedroom he leaned back against it and sighed, looking up at the ceiling.
Travis had just graduated from Hembrist High School—barely. Despite his never-ending partying and skipping classes. But graduate he did, and he was looking forward to a summer of leisure, fun, and– most of all– drunken pleasure with his buddies. What he hadn’t figured into his summer plans was the meddling, crooked, pointy-finger of his control-freak mother.
He sighed again.
This summer was turning out to be more of a nightmare than a dream.
Cousin Drake. Shit. Last time Travis had seen Drake, his elder cousin was just leaning into his adolescent years. Travis hadn’t seen Drake in nearly eight years, so as far as Travis was concerned, Drake was a complete stranger. Drake’s family lived in Texas, and Travis had never been to visit them.
Travis had weathered the journey toward adulthood with quite a few scars. He could only imagine the pencil-neck that his cousin had grown into. That’s all Travis needed: A geeky, dorky cousin to tag along for his graduation summer. Travis sighed again. Drake was five years older than Travis– should be 23 now. Supposedly, Drake was in grad school, studying marine biology, or some such boring subject. What fun it was going to be, trying to occupy his older cousin whilst also raising hell and partying with his buddies.
Better get that spare room done before the Witch swoops down to inspect, Travis thought. The room was pretty clean already. He vacuumed, and then straightened up the blankets on the bed, making sure to fluff the pillows.
He returned to his room and stripped. Within a minute, he was in bed with all the lights off, naked– jerking off to an imaginary image of a overly-muscular bodybuilder. He had this thing for muscle men. His semen blanked his sheets with globs of white, wet jizz. Maybe it was the stress of graduation; maybe just the overbearing nature of his mother– Travis didn’t really know– but regardless, it was one big orgasm.
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