Well Wishes

Chapter 10
Extending the Weekend

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Chapter Description: Shane's feeling better physically, much better, in fact. But, he's still no closer to the park and his adult life.

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By Sunday evening, Shane felt almost 100 percent better. Even more, Shane’s dad had lifted the quarantine and allowed the two boys to talk and play again.

Robbie, cheated of his entire weekend with his new friend, wanted to catch up on lost time. Shane, on the other hand, wanted to go to the park and reverse his boyhood.

"Please, just grab some dimes and let’s go!"

Robbie put a finger to his lips. "Shhh! Don’t let my dad hear you," he said. "You heard what he said."

An hour ago, with plenty of daylight still available, Shane had approached Mr. Williams with a simple request. He felt awkward asking permission from Robbie’s big, muscular dad, but that was what had become of his life.

"I feel so much better," Shane said. "Can’t Robbie and I walk to the park? We won’t be gone long."

Steve, having chose to spend his Sunday afternoon parked in a recliner watching sports, picked up a can of beer and took a sip before he narrowed his eyes.

"Son, I am glad you’re feeling better, but we don’t want a relapse," he said. "You and Robbie stay inside today. Tomorrow, we can discuss the park."

"But…" Shane stammered in exasperation. "Tomorrow I…"

Mr. Williams, wearing only his boxers and a T-shirt the moment, put the beer can back on the side table. "Spit it out," he encouraged.

Shane knew better than to say he needed to go to work tomorrow. When he had made the argument to Robbie, the nine-year-old boy had stated, simple in his logic, that little boys don’t have to worry about jobs.

"But, I’m not a little boy," Shane had whined, his high voice sounding boyish in the extreme.

Now, pleading his case to Robbie’s huge, intimidating dad, he felt every inch a nine-year-old boy, subject to the authority of any and every adult.

Although he had been very kind during Shane’s bout with strep throat, Mr. Williams had a low threshold of tolerance for willful kids

"Go," he said sternly. "Find Robbie and have some fun."

When Shane left the living room, he found Robbie seated on the stairs. "Told you," Robbie said. He had listened, obviously, to the conversation.

"It’s so unfair," Shane objected, hoping to at least get some sympathy from the only other person aware of his true identity as a 38-year-old man.

"Let’s play video games, Shane."

Shane followed his friend into the den, but as Robbie worked to get the game ready, he whispered, "We could sneak out."

Robbie looked shocked. "We might get caught."

"We won’t get caught," Shane said. "It’s important that I am at work tomorrow, or I will get into trouble."

Robbie glanced out the window. "It’s too late, anyway," he said, noting the setting summer sun. "It’s almost dark."

Shane joined his friend at the window. "Oh no," he said, sounding disconsolate.

"We’ll go tomorrow," Robbie promised. "Beside, my dad has to go to work tomorrow, too, so he won’t be here to stop us."

Shane hadn’t considered that fact. "Yeah," he said, growing more excited and more willing to submerge himself into the video game competition with Robbie. "You’re right. I guess it will be all right, as long as we go tomorrow."

He worried that his boss, Mr. Ferris, would hit the roof for him missing work and not bothering to call the office to let anyone know. He’d just have to think of a good excuse.

He got quite absorbed in the game, and was most unwilling to stop, even when Mr. Williams showed up in the doorway of the den with an order for them to get ready for bed.

"Oh, dad," Robbie whined.

"Can’t we stay up longer?" Shane asked.

Robbie’s father adopted a stern tone. "Shane, in this house, we do as we’re told…the first time we are told. Isn’t that right, Robbie?"

Robbie knew his father well enough to acknowledge what he wanted. "That’s right, dad," he said. "Sorry, dad."

He de-activated the game, and gestured for Shane to follow him. They had to ease past Mr. Williams, who remained standing in the doorway.

"Shane, hold up," he said.

When Robbie looked ready to turn back, his father shook his head. "Go on and take your bath, son," he said. "I need a word with your friend."

Once Robbie left them alone, Mr. Williams crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked down at Shane, who squirmed uncomfortably from the big man’s inscrutable expression.

"I’ve not had any luck at all contacting your uncle," he explained.

"That’s all right," Shane said. "Can’t I just stay here?"

"Of course, we’re not throwing you out," Mr. Williams answered. "But, if I don’t hear something soon, I may have to call someone else."

Shane felt cold. "Someone…else?"

"Shane, the authorities expect grown-ups to be responsible, and your uncle has been far from it," he said.

"But he should be back soon," Shane let the words tumble out. "Honest! I can make him come over and talk with you. He will tell you it’s all right that I stay by myself…"

Steve held up a hand, impatient with the boy. "Enough of that. Unless you know a way I can contact your uncle, or your father, you can follow Robbie to bed."

"I’ve told you all I know about contacting them," Shane insisted.

"All right," Steve said. He softened, ruffling Shane’s hair with a big paw of a hand. "Don’t worry about it. You just get some rest."

As Shane trudged down the hall, his stomach felt tied in knots. If Robbie’s father brought the authorities into the situation, matters could really get complicated. It was imperative that he reach the park and end his second childhood, the sooner the better.

He entered the bathroom and found Robbie splashing in the tub.

"I’ll be out in a minute," he said.

"It’s OK," he said in a sullen voice. "I’ll just brush my teeth."

"So, what did my dad want?"

He had the tube of toothpaste in his hand when he turned back toward the tub. "He’s threatening to call the authorities!"

"The what?"

"He wants to turn in my uncle, for child neglect, I guess."

Robbie laughed. "But there’s not really any uncle!"

"That’s not the point," Shane said crossly. "I’ve been stupid. Tomorrow, we’re going to the park and reversing this."

Robbie submerged his hair in the warm water of the bath, then sat up in the tub. "I already told you we could go tomorrow."

"Well, we had better," Shane said, and then began brushing his teeth.

While Shane was occupied, Robbie stood and stepped out of the tub. He wrapped himself in a big towel. "I’ll be in the room," he said. "Hurry up!"

After he finished brushing his teeth, he began to refill the bath. He didn’t particularly want a bath, but Mr. Williams expected them to take one every evening. At least, he had been able to skip them during his illness.

He stripped out of his clothes with some reluctance. With all the reminders of the fact he was just a boy, to all appearances, he didn’t welcome having to see his own naked body. He placed his clothes neatly atop the clothes hamper. He stepped into the warm water and sank into it. The water felt so good he was completed disarmed by it.

When he was resenting Robbie’s father for his overbearing, overprotective ways, he was lusting over the big, hairy, muscular man’s masculine body.

At the moment, feeling so good and relaxed, and needing to vent a lot of frustration, he naturally surrendered to replaying some of his favorite images of the big man. Before he knew he was evening doing it, he was tugging on his tiny hard-on.

When Shane realized what he was doing, he knew he should stop. It felt so good, however, he lacked the willpower. He closed his eyes and kept tugging on his hard, little dick. He felt a rising pressure, which caused him to stroke himself harder and faster.

Suddenly, the door opened. Shane sat up in the tub so quickly he sloshed a lot of water from the tub right at Steve’s huge, bare feet.

"I’m sorry," the big man said. "I just wanted to check on you before bed."

Shane felt like his entire body was glowing red. "Uhh…"

"I think you should finish your bath quickly, Shane," he said. "Then come and see me in the living room."

By the time Steve left, Shane’s little boner had shrunken back to its pathetic nub. He felt mortified, having been so exposed to Robbie’s huge, handsome father.

He rinsed quickly, and then dried off with a towel he pulled from the rack. He put on his clothes again, then took the long walk back downstairs.

When he got there, Mr. Williams asked him to take a seat on the couch.

"You know what you were doing, in the tub, don’t you?"

Shane blushed hotly. "Of course, I do."

"Don’t be embarrassed," Steve said. "It’s perfectly natural, but…"

"I won’t do it again," Shane blurted, hoping he might wake up any second to find this was part of another nightmare.

"No, it’s not that," Steve said. "But, Robbie’s been a bit slow to mature, and I think I would really like to keep it like that."

He groaned silently. Now Mr. Williams had him pegged as a bad influence on Robbie.

"There’s nothing wrong with…with what you were doing," he said. "But, when you stay over with Robbie, I’d rather you…well, don’t do that. OK?"

He would have said anything to escape the humiliating scene. "Yes, I understand, Mr. Williams."

"All right," he said. "You can go now."

He got to the room, feeling unbearably humiliated. From the bottom bunk, Robbie asked what had taken him so long.

"Nothing," he said, certainly not prepared to get into a discussion with the nine-year-old boy about the nature of his delay.

It was just one last reason, he told himself, that he needed back in his adult body. He might look like a kid, but his thoughts kept gravitating toward some very adult needs. All the confusing urges warred with the appeal and satisfaction he derived from innocent pursuits like playing video games or sliding on the slide at the park with his young friend.

He climbed into the top bunk, feeling restless. As he tried to get comfortable, he realized that, despite everything, he was still horny.

Keeping his hands above the bedcovers, he ignored his powerful feelings and tried to relax. "Tomorrow can’t get here soon enough," he told himself.

The next morning, Shane was still sleeping when Steve shook his shoulder. He woke, groggy, and rubbed his eyes. When his vision focused, he saw Steve’s freshly shaved face right in front of him. He realized then he was still nestled into the top bunk in Robbie’s room.

"Oh, hey," he said, finding himself suddenly shy.

"I just wanted to check in before I leave for work," Steve told him in a low voice. Shane guessed he was being soft spoken so as not to awaken Robbie in the lower bunk. "Are you still feeling better?"

He nodded. "I’m fine, Mr. Williams," Shane answered.

"Good," he said. "I’ll see you and Robbie this evening after work."

Once Robbie dad left, Shane quickly climbed from the top bunk. Standing on the floor next to Robbie’s bunk, he poked his friend’s shoulder.

"Robbie!" Shane said urgently. "Wake up!"

Robbie woke slowly. "What time is it?"

"Time to get moving," Shane replied. With no one to stop him, he could already envision getting back to his home, securing some of his adult clothes, and then accompanying Robbie to the park and the wishing well.

As he explained his intention, he saw the disappointment in Robbie’s voice. "I was hoping you could stay a kid a few more days," he said.

"I really don’t think I should," Shane told him.

"Why?" Robbie asked. "You like it, right?"

"Yes," he answered, almost surprised at how easy that was to admit. "But, I can’t stay a kid forever."

Robbie, with a hint of reluctance, nodded. Excited, Shane stripped off his pajama top and started changing into clothes for their trip to the park. "Hurry," he encouraged Robbie, who hadn’t even gotten out of bed.

He finally roused the boy from bed. Once they were both dressed, they walked into the kitchen and started toward the back door.

"Where do you two think you’re going?"

The question froze them in their tracks. Shane turned and saw Robbie’s 13-year-old brother glaring down at them.

"It’s all right, Keith. We’re just going to the park," Robbie told his brother.

"Not going to happen," Keith said, and he moved around them and clicked the lock in the door. "Dad said not to let you two shrimps out of my sight."

"But Keith!" Robbie protested.

"Don’t talk back, shrimpo," Keith said.

"But...we have to go to the park," Shane blurted out. "Robbie, tell him!"

"Maybe, if I feel like it, we can go to the park later," Keith said.

"We want to go by ourselves," Robbie countered.

Keith shook his head. "Not now," he said.

Shane felt a knot of panic in his stomach. He had been so close. It wasn’t fair that all his plans could be thwarted by a 13-year-old boy!

Robbie surprised him by grabbing his hand. "C’mon, we can find something else to do until Keith is ready to go."

As they left the room, Keith called after them, "If I am ready to go... I haven’t said we’re going anywhere."

Back in the privacy of Robbie’s room, Shane panicked. "Robbie, we have to get out of here," he pleaded.

"I don’t think we should risk making Keith mad," he said. "Let’s just enjoy one more day. We can go to the park tomorrow."

Shane sat down on the lower bunk. He still felt uneasy. He suspected his boss wasn’t going to be forgiving of a day of missed work combined with the failure to call and notify him.

"Maybe we can sneak out," he said.

Robbie shrugged. "Let’s wait and see."

Shane fell back on the unmade bed and wondered what he should do. Before he reached a decision, Robbie interrupted his thoughts by throwing himself onto the bed and wrestling with him. He resisted at first, trying to push the other boy away from him.

But, laughing, enjoying wrestling with his friend, he postponed thoughts about visiting the park...and restoring his adulthood.

He could worry about that tomorrow.

 

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