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John H. Byk and Husky in Love/an RT e-novella [continued...]

Husky Conner is a millennial man--still on the good side of twenty.That's great because he gets plenty of action.But he's obese and pre-diabetic still the chicks love him.And he doesn't know why....
Chapter One: Joy

   "I want to feel your weight," pleaded Joy.
   She was only nineteen but had a beautiful smile.  Hers made his brighter also.  But that was only in public.  Privately, they were very serious about each other and rarely laughed.
   "Okay," said Husky.
     Joy took off her clothes in the completely empty apartment that she had just rented and then helped undress Husky before pulling him down onto her on the carpeted floor.  Wall-to-wall.  That's what Joy liked about it all.
      "Am I hurting you? You're breathing kinda hard," said Husky.
Joy closed her eyes, shook her head and grunted, "No. I like it. You make me feel numb all over."
   "I feel the same," said Husky even though he didn't understand her.  Why would a pretty girl like Joy want to make love to him?  Sure. He was a nice guy but....

   "It's not much to look at it," she said, "but once it gets in there...WOW!"
   That made Husky feel good.  Not many girls said nice things to him.  Especially pretty, blue eyed blondes like Joy.  Most others were just polite but never willing to date him let alone get naked.
Wa.  There were those titty bars on Main Street on the far side of town and the girls were cool to him inside of Bobby's.  When he had money of course.  Which was not often.  But back to bumping   Joy...
   They finished fast.
   "I promise...I mean....that if you come back,"  he started (or said in his head), "I'll give you..."   "Shhhh," said Joy, pressing her slender finger against his lips.   Husky stopped.   He didn't really know what that meant.   "I don't care."   Maybe? Or...   Joy snapped shut her bra and grabbed him, digging her nails across the  still warm, doughy flesh on the back of his neck and blue eyed him into a boner again and then closed them, stood on her barefoot toes (painted pink: silver glitter embedded) and pressed her lips against his and stuck her tongue in his mouth and Husky liked it.   "Husky in love," he said when she finished.  And Joy smiled a little, which bothered him, and then pulled up her jeans around her just flattened ass and blew him a kiss and led him to the door and shut it.   Husky stood there for a few seconds in the hallway looking at the peephole.  He put his thick finger on it and thought about knocking but didn't.  He started walking away in silence and then stopped, turned around and went back. Joy was talking to someone on the phone and Husky pressed his fleshy ear against the door to hear better.   "Don't ewww me," she was saying.  "He's a nice guy.  Just forget I even called you.  I just wanted to tell you what it was like. Okay.  So he's fat and that's that! "   Husky winced and pulled away.  He didn't know what to do.  Maybe he should have knocked, dragged her out into the hall and kissed her hard like a man but he didn't.  Instead, he walked out of the building onto the empty street.    Dusk pressed heavy against his shoulders as he squished his big body into the tiny powder blue Volkswagen that was old but still ran well and... then he drove downtown to the docks and parked.   A tug boat pulling a wide barge loaded with logs was turning into the harbor entrance with navigation lights all lit up.  Green.  Red. White. One that looked like amber.   Husky squinted in the growing darkness and the word Amber slipped from his lips.  She was the first girl who had been really nice to him.  In 7th grade.  When everyone else called him names.  Very, very mean ones that hurt him.  Not meaningless ones like fatso or lumpy (which made him smile sometimes because it made him think of sex) but harsh, evil names that were launched to kill.  Or at least wound severely.Tumor BoyTesticle FaceBig Dump   And  then Amber took the shots for him one day and befriended him.   "Fuck off you bastards," she commanded  some ass faced bullies who were giving Husky shit at his locker between bells.  He remembers a stirring in his balls...   If Husky tried, he could remember their names but he didn't. He focused on that Amber girl memory instead. She was pretty in a twelve year old way--puberty.  It brought out something that he never noticed in her before that day.  Estrogen promises.  He remembered thinking--Once them braces and glasses come off and her butt and boobs fill out, she'll never see him again...But he was wrong.  As usual.   He and Amber kept in touch even after graduation.  She had moved to Seattle and got a job on Pill Hill pushing needles.  A phlebotomist. Which didn't surprise Husky.  That chick could sure draw blood in more ways then one.  He was sure/glad that they'd always be friends for some reason.  A huge gut feeling he had.   Five short blasts from the tug boat below.  It's lights were brighter now.  The sky was darker.  So he thought of Joy's white bright smile.  Those perfect teeth.  Lips that were custom made for her come-to-me face.     But the harbor tug lacked blue lights.  His favorite color.  So he backed his Bug away from the dock's edge, turned the wheel hard left and clutched his way back up the hill onto Main Street.   Speed dialin'....speed dialin'...one eye on the road, one ear on his cell.  "Husky?"   Joy sounded tired.  Or annoyed.   "Yeah."   "What is it?"   His car passed a flashing XXX sign next to a liquor store with some skanks shagging time on the street below it and Husky sighed into the phone.   "You didn't let me finish..." he finally said and then waited.   "What do you mean?" asked Joy flatly.   "I mean back at your apartment."   It felt like he had spit out the words and then ended the call, waiting to see if she'd call or text back.  A few slow seconds passed and an SMS came through.  It was a smiley face but it wasn't from Joy.  Amber.DONT TXT N DRV 
Amber sent a photo.  An attachment.  Husky hated attachments.[To be continued...soon]


   He ignored her warning, keeping the Bug in third gear cruising, and pressed his thumb on the clip thingy with his free hand.  It was too dark now to see the photo but he couldn't miss the flashing blue lights in his rearview so he pulled over and said, damn. Just my frappin' luck.
   The cop tapped on his window with his flashlight and he cranked it down and flipped the phone shut.  Too late.
  "Do you know why I pulled you over?" he said from inside a seamless State Trooper's suit.
   "No."
   The cop's beam light snapped to the cell phone that he dropped on the passenger seat and he said, "You were floating between lanes.  License and registration, please."   "Floating?" said Husky and he began to sweat as he leaned toward the glove compartment to get his papers.   "Swerving," said the cop, taking a step back as if trying to give the big guy some breathing room.  "Texting and driving is illegal in Washington State."   Husky handed him an envelope full of documents and the trooper took them and said, "I'll be right back."   His cell began to ring tune an Arctic Monkey's clip...Why do you only call me when you're high?   He let it play.  This was all Joy's fault anyhow.     "Leave a message..."  he said to [or through] the windshield to the electric concrete world surrounding him.  Crushing him.   The cop came back and Husky rolled down his window again, his hand really sweaty now...thinking:   Sweat Hog  That one had hurt him, too.  In the past.  Just add a traffic ticket to insults that stewed him forever.  The cop handed him back his stuff, tipped his hat and said, " Just a warning this time, Mr. Conner."   A cool ocean breeze of relief passed through Husky's heart and he smiled.   "Thank you, officer.  And thank you for doing your job, sir."   "Just try to stay focused," he said, turned and walked centurion-like to his State Trooper's Mobile Unit.   A Seattle cop would have busted his nuts.  But Tacoma was still kinda hometown-ish as it always was/is for Husky.  On to Bobby's...  He pulled the Bug away slowly and almost past a 96 store. Always open.  Usually strange.  But always, always, full of poppin' super awesome sweet junk food.   His stomach rumbled in mechanical harmonious melody that grooved with the Bug's engine gearing down as he pulled to a stop at the sidewalk's edge smack in front of the sliding entrance doors that blazed light and life from inside.   Husky got out and stretched in the parking lot.  It felt good.  All of it now.  Not getting a ticket.  Ready to pig out...  love, love, lovin' it!  and thinking Joy.  Two roughnecks were at the counter, paying off the Somalian clerk for a bottle of Jack and some smokes.  Both kinds.  They completed their purchase and politely said hello to Husky as they whished out the doors and into adventure.   "May I help?" asked the black man.  Not rudely.  But casting a sense that getting dark meant getting closed.    "Get a big plastic bag ready," said Husky hiking up his jeans.  "I know what I want..."   Das Big Gulp [swigging it at the machine to get extra] coca colagrabbing two-no-wait THREE slices of boxed, infrared cheese n' pepperoni pizza...and...  A box of chocolate donuts.  He sucked the straw as he put it all down on the counter and reached to get his wallet from his back pocket still sticky with sweat.  "14.95," said the Somalian, standing up to his full height of nearly six feet but thin as tubing.  He clicked his long fingers against the Formica counter impatiently.   Husky was hungry.  And when he was hungry he sometimes lost control.   His hands shook and he had to put his drink down to use both of them to pull out his cash.   "Tell you what," said the clerk.  "Just give me ten and it's okay."   "Wuh...?"   "I know, I know," said the distracted clerk, nodding.    Husky shrugged, said, "Okay," and paid him.   The store lights went out behind him when he squeezed back into his VW and he watched the Somalian shutter the place down.  He (although he wasn't sure) thought he saw the bottom hem of a red flowered skirt covering female, young coal-black-shine calves move quickly in the semi-darkness at the far end of the counter.    Just a movement.  Just a moment.  Husky shoved the pizza into his face, licked his fingers and looked at his cell on the passenger seat.   Amber.  He put down his Big Gulp between his legs and cooled his core while reaching for the phone and opening her message and attached pic.  It was a beautiful baby girl with curly brown hair like his, lifting its arms up to the camera and smiling.  Perfectly for somebody who was learning how to walk on their own.  And then the message below it made him almost pee his pants.  SHEEZ UR DAWTER Husky's fingers were pizza greased and he rubbed his thumb on the screen (which didn't help) and then smeared his eyes and face with still semi-melted cheese and pepperoni sausage smelling fingers.  He looked up at the now closed 96 station, grabbed a sticky brown donut from the box in the plastic bag before starting the Bug up again to go back to Joy's. Husky was still hungry.

[to be continued...soon]

John H. Byk and Husky in Love/an RT e-novella

Husky Conner is a millennial man--still on the good side of twenty.That's great because he gets plenty of action.But he's obese and pre-diabetic still the chicks love him.And he doesn't know why....
Chapter One: Joy

   "I want to feel your weight," pleaded Joy.
   She was only nineteen but had a beautiful smile.  Hers made his brighter also.  But that was only in public.  Privately, they were very serious about each other and rarely laughed.
   "Okay," said Husky.
     Joy took off her clothes in the completely empty apartment that she had just rented and then helped undress Husky before pulling him down onto her on the carpeted floor.  Wall-to-wall.  That's what Joy liked about it all.      "Am I hurting you? You're breathing kinda hard," said Husky.Joy closed her eyes, shook her head and grunted, "No. I like it. You make me feel numb all over."   "I feel the same," said Husky even though he didn't understand her.  Why would a pretty girl like Joy want to make love to him?  Sure. He was a nice guy but....    "It's not much to look at it," she said, "but once it gets in there...WOW!"   That made Husky feel good.  Not many girls said nice things to him.  Especially pretty, blue eyed blondes like Joy.  Most others were just polite but never willing to date him let alone get naked.Wa.  There were those titty bars on Main Street on the far side of town and the girls were cool to him inside of Bobby's.  When he had money of course.  Which was not often.  But back to bumping   Joy...   They finished fast.   "I promise...I mean....that if you come back,"  he started (or said in his head), "I'll give you..."   "Shhhh," said Joy, pressing her slender finger against his lips.   Husky stopped.   He didn't really know what that meant.   "I don't care."   Maybe? Or...   Joy snapped shut her bra and grabbed him, digging her nails across the  still warm, doughy flesh on the back of his neck and blue eyed him into a boner again and then closed them, stood on her barefoot toes (painted pink: silver glitter embedded) and pressed her lips against his and stuck her tongue in his mouth and Husky liked it.   "Husky in love," he said when she finished.  And Joy smiled a little, which bothered him, and then pulled up her jeans around her just flattened ass and blew him a kiss and led him to the door and shut it.   Husky stood there for a few seconds in the hallway looking at the peephole.  He put his thick finger on it and thought about knocking but didn't.  He started walking away in silence and then stopped, turned around and went back. Joy was talking to someone on the phone and Husky pressed his fleshy ear against the door to hear better.   "Don't ewww me," she was saying.  "He's a nice guy.  Just forget I even called you.  I just wanted to tell you what it was like. Okay.  So he's fat and that's that! "   Husky winced and pulled away.  He didn't know what to do.  Maybe he should have knocked, dragged her out into the hall and kissed her hard like a man but he didn't.  Instead, he walked out of the building onto the empty street.    Dusk pressed heavy against his shoulders as he squished his big body into the tiny powder blue Volkswagen that was old but still ran well and... then he drove downtown to the docks and parked.   A tug boat pulling a wide barge loaded with logs was turning into the harbor entrance with navigation lights all lit up.  Green.  Red. White. One that looked like amber.   Husky squinted in the growing darkness and the word Amber slipped from his lips.  She was the first girl who had been really nice to him.  In 7th grade.  When everyone else called him names.  Very, very mean ones that hurt him.  Not meaningless ones like fatso or lumpy (which made him smile sometimes because it made him think of sex) but harsh, evil names that were launched to kill.  Or at least wound severely.Tumor BoyTesticle FaceBig Dump   And  then Amber took the shots for him one day and befriended him.   "Fuck off you bastards," she commanded  some ass faced bullies who were giving Husky shit at his locker between bells.  He remembers a stirring in his balls...   If Husky tried, he could remember their names but he didn't. He focused on that Amber girl memory instead. She was pretty in a twelve year old way--puberty.  It brought out something that he never noticed in her before that day.  Estrogen promises.  He remembered thinking--Once them braces and glasses come off and her butt and boobs fill out, she'll never see him again...But he was wrong.  As usual.   He and Amber kept in touch even after graduation.  She had moved to Seattle and got a job on Pill Hill pushing needles.  A phlebotomist. Which didn't surprise Husky.  That chick could sure draw blood in more ways then one.  He was sure/glad that they'd always be friends for some reason.  A huge gut feeling he had.   Five short blasts from the tug boat below.  It's lights were brighter now.  The sky was darker.  So he thought of Joy's white bright smile.  Those perfect teeth.  Lips that were custom made for her come-to-me face.     But the harbor tug lacked blue lights.  His favorite color.  So he backed his Bug away from the dock's edge, turned the wheel hard left and clutched his way back up the hill onto Main Street.   Speed dialin'....speed dialin'...one eye on the road, one ear on his cell.  "Husky?"   Joy sounded tired.  Or annoyed.   "Yeah."   "What is it?"   His car passed a flashing XXX sign next to a liquor store with some skanks shagging time on the street below it and Husky sighed into the phone.   "You didn't let me finish..." he finally said and then waited.   "What do you mean?" asked Joy flatly.   "I mean back at your apartment."   It felt like he had spit out the words and then ended the call, waiting to see if she'd call or text back.  A few slow seconds passed and an SMS came through.  It was a smiley face but it wasn't from Joy.  Amber.DONT TXT N DRV 
Amber sent a photo.  An attachment.  Husky hated attachments.[To be continued...soon]

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