Marti Maxx 01

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Marti Maxx 01

“Hey, Chester, I mean, you never have to, but I like how you help me out in the kitchen when you come over, so?”

“Oh, Marti Maxx, I don’t mind. I don’t mind being around you and the guys have pretty much given up with asking me too many questions about it, so.”

“Oh, I mean, that’s great, Chester, but there may also be a hidden message from the guys in all that, but I’m not complaining, so?”

“Okay, um, we should trade on honesty for another to take the next step then, Marti Maxx, so?”

Well, I knew nothing of that game! I mean, truth or dare, okay, seven minutes in heaven, okay, but one for one honesty trades, nope! Also, hey, I’m Marti Maxx and so far in my life, no one has regretted meeting me, LOL, that I know of anyways. And those brutes back in day don’t count, right? Especially since they went from brutes to chumps the first time that they actually figured out that I did and do wear female undies! LOL, and then I owned the chumps! Well, my undies owned them, but it’s the same thing, right?

But back to this new game of honesty and how I decided to make it work in my favor to, well, I only had a moment to think about it, so I probably used it to work against me, LOL.

“Alright, Chester, I honestly like how we, um, bump and grind, but I know you date Colleen or is that three things then, hmm?”

“(Damn.) Oh, bump and grind go hand in hand, so we’ll call it two things. However, that’s also what I was going to say, so?”

“Oh, well, word your honesty answer as dry humping and it’s cool then, right? I mean, I don’t know the rules of this and all, but it seems legit to me, so.”

“Okay, that’s my answer then, Marti Maxx. I honestly like it when we bump and grind like every chance we get, so.”

Ahh, ooh, wait, didn’t we just agree to, um, well, whatever. Chester was nervous and I had him on the ropes, so.

“Alright, we’re tied then, Chester, so, are we though or is there a round two then, hmm?????”

“Oh, there’s a round two, that’s my answer then, Maxi Maxx, so?”

“Hmm, this may not fit in with the rules of this made-up game, Chester, but I honestly think that you would like my body, if the day were to ever come that you and I might find ourselves in that type of situation or is that too many things again, hmm?”

“No, your body is one thing from head to toe, Marti Maxx, so it fits in with the rules. Also, that was my answer, but in a much less gay way, not that you made it seem or sound gay, Marti Maxx, so?”

“Oh, Chester, I can honestly say that I did not say that in a gay way. I think that I have a pretty nice body under all this and people like pretty nice bodies, so?”

“I mean, that was my follow up answer, Marti Maxx and the rules of the game that I just made up allow for one follow up answer in the third round, so?”

“Huh, we sure to think a lot alike, Chester, but I don’t think I need or have a follow up answer for round three then. Well, just as a side footnote more so than a follow answer, I mean, as just a footnote, there might be a change of heart after the game players get so far and that should be noted as a complete failure of the game and a complete emotional disaster. Just as a footnote, so?”

“No, no, that was my footnote too, Marti Maxx, only my footnote states that naked skin will override all second thoughts, so?”

Oh, so we were defne escort at naked already? And we only made through the first three rounds of Chester’s non existence honesty game? Huh?

“Alright, Chester, moving on, because I got lucky, in my opinion, with what’s underneath my clothing, I honestly wouldn’t know what to do, how to behave or how to engage back, so? And there I go again with the three things, right?”

“Oh, that was my answer too, Marti Maxx, but I would honestly like to figure it out with you and three times would be fine, so?”

“Hmm.”

“That’s my answer too, Marti Maxx, hmm.”

Well hells bells, right? His stupid fricking game had us making out, getting naked and then getting with the “hmm” sex, right?

“Hey, would you two stop playing stupid games and lay out the Subs? We’re getting hungry out here and its conference tourney tip off time! Honestly, how can you not know that, Marti Maxx? Oh, and I mean that in the nicest way, roomie. Also, the conference tourney is basketball, so.”

LOL, I can honestly say that my roomie, Jack, forgets his manners like all the time, but catches his own rebound quickly. Or snags his own rebound. Or rebounds his own rebound. Or basketballs his own rebound. Insert 35 rebound inquires more here, LOL.

Oh, and after such an interruption, huh, there were no further honesty game rounds or quirky rebounds for the rest of that evening, which was good for not ending up in a situation that may be regretted later and maybe good for the educational conversation. Or honesty game for short. I think.

But honestly, as fun as it was to flirt and as fun as it was to physically flirt, I mean, honestly, Chester was the roomie’s friend, right? And maybe I didn’t know all of the rules, but there must be one about that, right?

Also, honestly speaking, I had no idea if I had a body that others would consider nice. I don’t flash much around a lot and maybe slender isn’t the thing, so, LOL, I honestly set out to get a few answers about that elsewhere, like away from my roomie’s gay ass friend, Chester. Oops, I mean, just Chester.

“Well, what the hell is this then, Marti Maxx? You have legs?”

Nope, I rarely wore shorts out, not that I got out all that much, but longer jeans were my thing.

“Shut it, Carli, they were on sale and they were two for one, so.”

“Hey, I’m not saying anything, Marti Maxx! Other than you’re on your way to having a boyfriend soon enough, which might be alright since you don’t seem to want a girlfriend, so?”

“Well, Chester and I were talking in the.”

“Flirting.”

“As I was saying, Chester and I were cutting up Subs in the.”

“Bumping and grinding. But go on, Marti Maxx.”

“I mean, we started to exchange a few thoughts with each.”

“Honesty game, oops, please continue.”

“Ugh, I may or may not have said that he would like my body if he were to ever see my body and then, well, there was a boing and another boing and that was followed by he wants to have sex with me, but that roomie friendship thing, right, Carli? Also, I never had sex, so.”

“Oh, yeah, there might be something to that, but let’s step back a bit. Unzip your hoodie, Marti Maxx.”

“No.”

“I didn’t say for to take it off, Marti Maxx, just unzip and let’s see if your belly matches your newly purchased legs, demetevler escort so, get with it then.”

[Zip, zip, zip, allows hoodie to open. Should have worn a bigger shirt]

“Whoa, whoa, who are you and what did you do with Marti Maxx then?”

“Move over fag, hey, we’re going out this weekend, right Marti Maxx 2.0?”

“I’m going too anyways, so you might a well chip in right now and help, double M!”

Well, that didn’t tell me anything other than a few of the Mixed Denim crew were horny for me. And they always were anyways, they just never said anything out loud, I think.

Which made it easy to drive Carli up to the “Stop & Rob” convenience store, which she suggested at just the right time. Not that she had my best interest in mind, apparently.

“Well, everyone always say that I take advantage of you, Marti Maxx and tonight, LOL, that’s absolutely true! Just follow my lead and shut it.”

Well, Carli tells me to shut it all the time, so.

“Clyde, I need my lotto scratchers that Marti Maxx usually buys for me.”

So, Carli was doing the talking and Clyde’s eyes never left me? With my new revealing look?

“Aha, aha, aha, I mean, Marti Maxx’s legs, I mean, just Marti Maxx usually gets you the $5 scratchers, so?”

[Zip, zip, zip, zip]

“Aha, aha, aha, aha, how many, ooh, ooh, ooh.”

“Hmm, $10 scratchers and the whole pack, Clyde.”

“Ooh, ooh, ooh, that’s expensive, aha, aha, aha.”

“Clyde, when was the last time your faggot old cock was stretched so tight in your pants that it was wrinkle free like it probably is now for Marti Maxx, hmm?”

“Aha, aha, aha, a long time, aha, aha, aha.”

“(Carli!)”

“(Hush.) Clyde, imagine Marti Maxx naked in your house, with one foot on the floor and the other foot up on the couch cushion while bracing himself on the back of the couch and slightly leaning forward then. The angle would be absolutely in your favor and his “Pillar and Stones” would swing and sway and swing and sway with every thrust you made into his backside and just think about just how close his swinging and swaying “Pillar” would get to gently bouncing off of your old guy thigh as you banged him and maybe, just maybe, there may actually be a little contact, ooh, what a night that would be for you Clyde, a night that I bet you wouldn’t never forget!”

“Aha, aha, aha, wrinkle free, wrinkle free, aha, aha, aha.”

“(I’m calling EMS for Clyde, Carli!)”

“You’re behind closed doors with Marti Maxx, Clyde. Nothing is faggot behind closed doors, Clyde and his position is his presentation, Clyde! Swing, sway, bounce, swing, sway, touch, swing, sway, slam, slam, slam.”

“Aha, aha, aha, losing it, aha, aha, aha.”

[Swoosh, a full package of $10 scratchers skips across the counter top]

“Swing, sway, ugh, ugh, ugh, a $20 package too, ugh, ugh, ugh, you’re so hard for Marti Maxx that it’s like your old man cock never had wrinkles, Clyde, ugh, ugh, ugh, swing, sway, ooh, ooh, ooh, pump it, pump, pump it, ugh, ugh, ugh.”

Ah, LOL, with demo hand and arm motions too? Who was this Carli person and where did the sweet and innocent Carli get off to?

“(Carli!)”

“(LOL, run to car, Marti Maxx.)

[Swoosh, a full package of $20 scratchers bounces across the counter]

‘Marti Maxx is virgin back there, demirözü escort Clyde. I mean, I washed his front a couple of times, but you get your faggot claim on the other side, so?”

“Huff, huff, huff, aha, ooh, ooh, faggot sex, faggot sex, ooh, ooh, aha, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh.”

“Is this the store announcement mic, Clyde? [Crackle, squeak.] Clean up at the counter, clean up at the counter [crackle, squeak].”

Oh, oh, I would be having a serious conversation with Carli about all that! Later.

“See, some men like your body, Marti Maxx. I mean, we could go to the Winery Wine Shop if you need more proof, so?”

Well, Clyde is just an old fag who fags on everyone, so he wasn’t much of a bench mark. Besides, the Winery Wine Shop is run by the son during the night, so at least Pete is closer to my age and we have talked before, so.

“What’s all this then? Was there a skin and legs sale at the mall, hmm? I mean, I thought Marti Maxx was covered with Denim, so? Also, hey Marti Maxx, hey. Oh, sorry, hey, Carli.”

“Pete, these two bottles of wine look expensive, so? Also, OMG, Pete, where have you been when it comes to Marti Maxx then? His kissing skills are junk, he gropes like a rock climber and don’t even get started on what he thinks humping is! While making out and groping. Oh, is that back stock room door? And don’t you two have some weak ass history?”

Um, so, so, Carli just starts to put those two bottles of wine in brown paper bags all by herself then? While Pete takes me to the back stock room? Okay.

“Carli just said all that stuff, Pete, so?”

“Well, Carli speaks well anyways. Also, was any or most of it true then?”

“Oh, I think I have a little more practice than she gives me credit for, but you know, our weak history and all, so?”

[Mwah, ummah, mwah, smooch, lip smack, lip lock, mwah, ah, rub, rub, mwah, ah, grope, ahh]

“Hmm, ugh.”

“I know, Pete, your man brain kicked in. But say it to me anyways then.”

“Hmm, I so want to nail you hard, ugh, but not for public knowledge and I’m just trying to be honest, Marti Maxx!”

“Thanks, I’m just to grow myself, Pete. And to be fair, I could get with you, LOL, hard, but that public knowledge thing weighs on me too.”

[Mwah, ummah, mwah, smooch, lip smack, lip lock, mwah, ah, rub, rub, mwah, ah, grope, ahh]

“There’s a wine tasting here this Saturday, Marti Maxx.”

[Mwah, ummah, mwah, smooch, lip smack, lip lock, mwah, ah, rub, rub, mwah, ah, grope, ahh]

“Whew, which sounds public, Pete.”

[Mwah, ummah, mwah, smooch, lip smack, lip lock, mwah, ah, rub, rub, mwah, ah, grope, ahh]

“Damn!”

[Mwah, ummah, mwah, smooch, lip smack, lip lock, mwah, ah, rub, rub, mwah, ah, grope, ahh]

“Well, um, Carli has probably robbed you blind by now, Pete, so????”

[Mwah, ummah, mwah, smooch, lip smack, lip lock, mwah, ah, rub, rub, mwah, ah, grope, ahh]

“Oh, one of these days, Marti Maxx, one of these days!”

[Mwah, ummah, mwah, smooch, lip smack, lip lock, mwah, ah, rub, rub, mwah, ah, grope, ahh]

“Whew, maybe, probably, maybe.”

[Mwah, ummah, mwah, smooch, lip smack, lip lock, mwah, ah, rub, rub, mwah, ah, grope, ahh]

“Say the other way around, Marti Maxx!”

[Mwah, ummah, mwah, smooch, lip smack, lip lock, mwah, ah, rub, rub, mwah, ah, grope, ahh]

“LOL, probably, maybe, probably, Pete.”

[Mwah, ummah, mwah, smooch, lip smack, lip lock, mwah, ah, rub, rub, mwah, ah, grope, ahh]

“Time! I mean, okay then! This was a tease trip, I mean, a quick trip.”

At least that was better than Carli just barging into the back stock room, right?

End Marti Maxx 01