Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Titan was eighteen. Tyson was twenty-three. “Why does Tor go there? Is he doing work at their house?” And why hadn’t he mentioned that to Jule?
“From what I understand that dude’s doing all the work.” Titan chuckled, picked up his beer, and took a swig, joint still between his fingers. “Sit down, man. You’re blocking the TV.”
“What are you talking about? What kind of work?”
“Sucking Tor’s dick mostly, I think.” He leaned to the side. “Seriously, move out of the way.”
“What the fuck did you say?” Jule shouted.
“Whoa.” Titan stood up. “Chill out, man. What the fuck?”
“What did you say?” Jule got in his face.
“Step back, Jule!”
“What happened?” Travis came running in from the bedroom, pulling up his boxers. “Why are you guys yelling?”
“Jule’s freaking out again.”
“Did you say Tor is”—he gulped—“with a grown man?”
“It’s a blow job, Jule. Why are you freaking out?”
“Did you know about this?” He flipped around and faced Travis.
“Yeah?” Travis said, looking confused. “Are you okay? You’re bright red.”
“And you’re letting it happen?”
“He’s getting his dick sucked. Of course we’re letting it happen.” Travis shrugged. “Hell, I wish it’d happen for me more often but I’m not into dudes, and chicks are harder to get. I tried to talk that guy’s wife into sucking me off but she’s only into watching her husband go down.”
“Same.” Titan nodded. “Kinky bitch. Tor’s lucky.”
“You’re both fucking crazy,” he yelled.
“Jule, chill out.”
“Where’s your gun?” He jerked his gaze around the room, and when he didn’t see anything, he marched toward the bedroom.
“Holy shit.” Titan scrambled over the coffee table and darted for him just as Travis grabbed his shoulders. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to kill that child molester.”
“He’s not that old and Tor’s into it. Calm down.”
“Into it? Do you hear yourself?”
“Are you mad that Tor’s into guys? Because that’s shitty, Jule.”
“I don’t care that he’s gay!” Not that he had known about that, which, honestly, did make him mad, but only because Tor had kept it from him and they told each other everything. “I’m mad that a grown adult is having sex with a kid and his wife is getting off on it. That’s sick.” Jule grabbed his hair, pulling. “Tor’s thirteen!”
“It’s a blow job, not sex. And I was having sex when I was thirteen,” Titan said.
“Same,” Travis agreed. “Actually, I was having sex until you started yelling and I’d like to get back to it. I know you don’t like smoking, Jule, so get a beer. You need to chill the fuck out. Tor’ll be back soon.”
“Angela?” Titan asked, looking at Travis and tilting this head toward the bedrooms.
“Yeah.”
“That’s getting to be a regular thing.”
Travis shrugged at Titan and then arched his eyebrows at Jule. “You good, man?”
Jule nodded, not because that was true but because he needed them to get out of his way. They let go of him, but they were blocking his access to the bedrooms, so he ran out the back door instead.
“Jule!” Travis called after him. “Where are you going?”
He was too enraged to say anything. His heart was racing, his skin on fire, he couldn’t get air into his lungs fast enough, and his vision was going dark around the edges. He saw an exhaust pipe and picked it up. It’d have to do. He must have run because, suddenly, he was at the yellow house, banging on the door. A guy matching Titan’s description of Cody opened it. Short. Brown hair. Way too old to be messing with Tor. Jule swung the pipe and caught him in the stomach, knocking him to the ground.
“You pedo piece of shit.” He raised the pipe over his head and brought it down. “You sick fuck!” He did it again.
“Oh my God,” a woman shouted from inside the house. “What are you doing?”
“Stopping this freak!” The guy was curled into a ball, bloody and crying. Jule hit him again.
“You’re killing him!”
“Good.” He raised his arm, ready to land another blow.
“Jule?” Tor appeared behind the woman, his eyes wide. “Holy shit.” He jumped forward and grabbed the pipe mid-swing. “What are you doing?”
“Let go of me,” Jule screamed. “I’m going to kill him.”
“Fuck. Stop.” Tor tried pushing Jule away, but he fought back. Tor was stronger than him, but he was taller, wider, madder. “Stop! Jule, stop.”
“Fuck you.” He wiggled and shoved, trying to get out of Tor’s grasp. “He’s a sicko!”
“I’m calling the cops,” the woman said.
“No,” Tor shouted. “Jule, cut it out.” Tor was gripping his arms and using all his strength to keep him away from the freak on the ground, but Jule wasn’t going to let up. “Don’t make me hit you. I swear to God.”
“Let me go.” He shoved Tor.
“Damn it!” Tor swung and punched Jule square in the face, knocking him to the ground.
The pipe clattered out of his hand. “Fuck, Tori, that hurt.”