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the next mornin when the alarm goes off i'm awake & out of bed & ready to go double-time quick.  i got just one idea in my head – to not make any "mistakes" today.  today i was gonna be good – so good brett couldnt hardly help but notice how good i was bein.  but to do that meant i didnt have no time to waste.

when i got to the bathroom i noticed the door was shut again.  plus i could hear brett movin around inside.  i scrunched up the t-shirt i was holdin in front of me & used it to hide my dick, which was hard – what'd happened last night hadnt seemed to have made any difference there.  my mornin woody was as big as ever.  softly, i rapped my knuckles on the door.

"sir?" i said.  "sir?"

"yeah, yeah" i heard him mutter, "hold your horses."  i stood waitin patiently for a coupla minutes until finally the door opened.  steam rolled out, & thru it i saw brett.  he was wrappin a towel round him.  "come on in" he said.  he jerked his head at me, motionin for me to enter – then his eyes dropped down to where i had the t-shirt held up against me.  "naw" he says.  "cant be.  you aint really . . ."  i gave a little shrug, felt myself startin to blush, then nodded.  "what – again?"  he snorted.  "jesus christ, kid!"  he flicked my hands away from the t-shirt & watched as it fell to floor.  my dick sprang free & stood stickin straight up at him.  "jesus fuckin christ" he muttered.  "dont that thing ever go down?"  i was kinda embarrassed – but then i noticed how somethin was startin to push a little against the front of his towel, & i knew i wasnt the only one who got horny in the mornin.  usin his thumb he pulled my dick down, then watched as it thwacked up against my belly again.  i stood perfectly still, waitin to see if he was gonna do anythin else.  my dick bobbed in the air, hard as could be.

he scowled.  "maybe you should try a cold shower, kid" he said – which almost made me laugh out loud.  it was like he knew what i'd done the day before.  i made to step round him so's i could get to the tub, but when i try & do that he takes the opportunity to give me a good, hard smack on the ass with the flat of his hand.  i turned round to see what he wanted, & he says "on second thought, skip that cold shower idea.  keep it hard, brat.  maybe we can use it to help you get some actual work done today."

"i'll work!" i tell him.  then when i turn round to get in the tub again he grabs me by the back of the neck & smacks me another hard one on the behind.

"ow!"

"damn right, ow!" he says.  "remember how that felt, faggot.  jesus.  your the biggest fuckin wiseass i ever seen."

i hung my head.  "if you say so, sir" i mumble.

"are you smartin me, boy?" he barks.  "is that what i hear you doin?"

"no, sir!" i cried.  "no, sir!"

"sir?" he says, like he dont know what to make of that – then grabs me by the back of the neck again & smacks me four or five good hard ones just to make sure i've learned my lesson.  right away i start to tremblin.  pretty soon i'm tremblin so bad i think my dick might pop right there & then.  but when brett turns to leave i sneek a quick look at him, & i notice that a certain somethin is stickin out pretty far by now underneath his towel too – just like i knew it would be.

just like i knew it would be . . .

i fixed bacon & eggs for breakfast again – plus toast, plus cerial & juice.  i wondered if i might try french toast too sometime, or waffles.  or cinammon rolls.  mmm – cinammon rolls would be great.  i'd have to ask brett if he'd buy us some.  or maybe i could ask him if i could start doin the shoppin myself.  that'd work out better for both of us, really . . .

"so.  whad'ya got on for today" he asks me while we're eatin.  i only had one small trimmin job lined up for that mornin – the rest of my time i planned on spendin lookin for more customers.  i didnt like tellin brett that tho, so i told him i was gonna do the monroes lawn first, then work at the petersons, even tho neither of them was really on my schedule til next week.

at 5 minutes of 9 i was gettin my shoes on.  the dishes was all cleared away & stacked neatly in the sink.  i'd cleaned the kitchen up too, best as i could in the time i had.  brett was still sittin at the table, givin me the eye.  it was like he didnt quite know what to make of what he was seein.

"well, aint you just the perfect little angel this mornin" he says.  "guess you finally figured a few things out, huh, faggot?"

"now, brett" i teased, "you know i aint no faggot."

"what the fuck d'you mean you aint no –" he starts to say.  i busted out laughin.

"whats so funny!" he bellowed, his face turnin pink.  "what the fucks gotten into you today, faggot?  alright then – try laughin at this.  thats one!"

i glanced at the clock.  not much time.  not much time . . .  "umm . . .  look, brett . . ."

"yeah?" he says.  "i'm lookin.  what the hell is it i'm supposed to be seein?"

but the way he's lookin at me, all pissed off again, kinda makes my stomach jump.  as casually as i could i reached down & pushed my dick into a more comfortable position.

"i . . .  i . . .  oh, listen, brett" i stammered.  "i want to tell you somethin.  i want to tell you that . . . that . . ."

"what?  what the fuck you tryin to say, faggot?  spit it out!"

"well . . .  i just wanted to tell you that . . ."  i'd been tryin to figure out all mornin how to explain to him what i'd been thinkin bout how things stood between us.  he'd kept sayin he wanted me to "figure things out."  well, i had.  only now i didnt know how to put it.  so finally i just blurted it out – sort of.  "look, i just want to tell you that . . . that you cant beat me, brett."

"beat you!" he snorted.  "who said i beat you, kid?  i mean, i may have a firm hand when it comes to discipline, but . . ."

"no, thats not what i meant" i said quickly.  this wasnt comin out at all like i wanted it to.  "what i meant was that you . . .  you cant drive me away."

"drive you away?" he says, lookin at me with surprise.  "who said anythin bout wantin to drive you away?  i never said i wanted to –"

"no" i said breathlessly, "i know you never said that.  but what i mean is that i know that now, brett.  i know you never said that.  i know you never meant that."  how could i explain it to him?  how could i tell him bout what i'd come to understand, not bout me so much as bout him.  bout what he wanted . . . & who he wanted.  & why.  "i know that" i said again lamely.  "i know it."

"what d'you know?" he said, eyein me suspiciously.  "huh, kevyn?  tell me.  what exactly is it you think you know?"

"that you dont really . . . dont really want to . . . uhh . . ."  this was turnin out to be harder to say than i thought it would be.  "well, what i mean is that i know now that what you want is . . .  that what you want is . . ."

he gave me a puzzled look.  "what the fuck . . ." he muttered.

"what you want is . . ."  but i felt too embarrased to say it.  besides, he must already know.  all i wanted was to let him know that i knew now too.  & that it was ok.  it really was ok.

i glanced at the clock again.  "i gotta go" i said.  "but i'll be back at noon sharp, sir – i promise, sir!" i said.  "maybe we could . . . talk some more then?"  brett stared at me.  his mouth had dropped open.  "i . . . i promise to be good, sir" i said awkwardly, & knew my face must be turnin beet red with embarassment.  "i promise, sir" i said.  & slowly, givin him just the tiniest smile, i backed my way out the door.

& just as the clock was hittin noon sharp i was pedellin my way back up the drive.  things had gone well that mornin.  i'd gotten not just one, not just two, but three more customers lined up, & now had just about all i'd have time for.  plus i had lunch all planned out in my head.

as i came up the drive i saw brett.  he was gettin out of one of the cars he'd been workin on the past few days.  he must've been out givin it a test drive.

"just got back from the grocery store" he told me.  i felt a little rush of disappointment.  i hadnt remembered to tell him bout the cinammon rolls.  oh well.  i figured there was always next time . . .

"its noon sharp, sir!" i said.

"yeah, yeah.  your a real wonder, kid" he said.  "look, why dont you unload these groceries & take them inside the house.  you never know – this might just be your lucky day.  look hard & maybe you'll find yourself a present in one of those bags."

"a present?" i cried.  "really?"

he snorted.  "well, more like a kind of reward.  for all the good work you been doin."

eagerly i took the bags of groceries out of the car.  brett watched me close, a slow grin slidin its way across his face.  inside i set the bags down on the table, but i was too excited to put the food away as careful as i knew i should.  instead i started diggin through the bags to see what it was brett had bought me.  i didnt see nothin unusual at first tho.  just the regular stuff – cerial & milk & frozen peas & corn & salad fixins was all i saw.  until, that is, i got to the very last bag.  there, tucked away at the bottom, was a large white plastic bowl.  i picked it up & looked at it curiously.  printed on the side, in brightly colored, cartoonish lookin letters, were the words GOOD DOGGY.

thats strange! i thought.  we dont have no dog . . .

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