Twenty Two.

The Master Plan

Joe showed up late one Friday night. When I heard knocking I felt a tingle in my balls. I thought it was Mary Beth. When I told Joe about her he just said, “Yeah, I knew it. You can see it in their eyes,” he said. “Even when they’re young.”

“Her mother said to be careful of me. Said I had bedroom eyes.”

“That’s how it goes,” he said. “You were the one needed the warning. Catholic girls.”

“Tell me about it.”

After we talked for a while about little things, we started planning our future.

“You know,” he said, “we got to get out of here. Out of this town. We got to travel. See the world.”

“Or at least the west coast,” I added.

“Yeah, that would be cool, huh? The west coast on motorcycles. Just you and me, like Peter Fonda and Dennis Hopper.”

“Only no Mardi Gras and a different ending,” I joked.

“Aw, that wouldn’t be so bad. If you had to go, that is.”

“Maybe we could join a motorcycle gang.”

“Fuck that. We’ll start our own.” Joe got up to get a beer from the mini-fridge. His shirt was off and I could see the muscles in his back. When he turned, I could see his chest was bigger, too.

“Been working out, huh?”

“Yeah, some thick brothers in there helping me out. Besides, nothing else to do, except school and counseling and shit.” He sat down and handed me a beer. “Hey, did you see this? I got a tattoo.” He held out his forearm. It was a black spiral pattern.

“That’s cool as shit.”

“Yeah. Some dude did it for a pack of cigarettes. Pretty good, huh?” He took a drink of beer then looked at it again. “Anyway, you’re looking buff, too.”

“I’m trying. No thick brothers to help.” We sat drinking for a moment. “So, what are you learning in juvy.”

“Mostly just how to be a better thief. That’s all we talk about. There’s some dudes in there, real crazy fuckers, got all kinds of schemes. They’ve done so much shit, you wouldn’t believe it. And, they got away with it all, until they got caught. They said they made one mistake. They bragged about it. They were at a party one night and everyone was telling stories. And some dude was there they didn’t know too good. Anyway, that dude got busted for something stupid and he wanted to look badass and so he confessed to all this shit he heard about. He said he done them all but when the cops squeezed him he started dropping names. He gave some names and they had some finger prints, and you know how that goes.” Joe raised his hands and shrugged.

“When they all got arrested, it didn’t take long to figure out who ratted. When they were out on bail they tracked him down. They only meant to scare him and fuck him up a little, but things got out of hand. And now, they ain’t never getting out. After juvy, jail.”

“They cellmates of yours?”

“No. They’re on a different block. But my work duty is over there so I get to hang with them sometimes.” Joe was nodding his head and thinking about them.

He continued, “They have it all worked out. They have this whole system. Real organized, you know, like the Mob. Everyone’s got a specialty and everybody gets rewarded for a good job.” I could tell he was thinking about it a lot. “Too bad they ain’t never getting out. We could run with dudes like that. We could make some serious money.” He sat thinking for a moment. “Yeah, that’s what we need. A gang. A gang that listens to us and does what we say. Imagine, everyone out doing their thing and we just sit back and get paid. That’s the way to do it.” He looked over at me. “That’s the way to do it. We win either way. We get a piece of their action, plus we get our own. That’s power. That’s respect.” Joe was high on the thought. “Think about it, Mann. Think about all the money and all the babes. Yeah, the women. Major babes just waiting in line to suck your dick.” Poor Joe, I could tell he wasn’t getting any.

I guess I didn’t help by telling him about Mary Beth, about how later that night, after she finished her Catholic camp story, she gave me a blow job and told me to stick it in her butt. I told him she had crazy orgasms from anal sex and kept begging me to do it harder. And when I was about to cum, she told me to put it in her mouth again.

“You mean after it was up her ass?”

“Yeah. I couldn’t believe it. I tried to stop her because she was acting all crazy and I thought she didn’t realize what she was doing. But she said, ‘It’s cool,’ and she just kept on sucking.”

“Man, I bet that was intense. That’s straight up porno.”

“It blew my mind, Joe. Then she said she couldn’t wait to do it again.”

“Oh man.” Joe pushed his hair back off his forehead. “Wow.”

“I know.” And that pretty much set the tone for our conversation the rest of the evening.

When we finally went to bed I had trouble sleeping. Between the Mary Beth story and Joe’s ideas about getting rich, I was wide awake, horny and excited. But I knew that Mary Beth would be back someday soon, so it wasn’t really the sex talk that was keeping me up. It was all the stuff that Joe said about having a gang. That sounded pretty cool, I had to admit. So long as it wasn’t a gang of losers. But Joe could take care of all that. He could plan it out and decide who to recruit. That’d give him something to think about in juvy. He seemed pretty focused already. I could tell he wasn’t sleeping either. I could feel the bed creaking next to me. He had plenty to think about. He had a sense of purpose. He found focus. It would help him get by in juvy. But it wouldn’t help him get to sleep tonight.

I thought of a couple of things to ask Joe. I started to roll over and talk to him when I realized that he was jerking off. Right there, in bed next to me. His shoulder was brushing my back. I could feel the steady rhythm of his arm pumping. After I realized what he was doing I noticed some other things. He was taking short breaths and I could feel him flex his feet. I laid still, listening. Sometimes a low, quiet grunt came out with his breathing.

I laid there, next to him, wondering what he was thinking about, which girl or girls he was picturing. I wondered if he was thinking about an old girlfriend. They were all pretty hot. Sometimes I thought about his girlfriends. Or maybe he was thinking about some actress he’d seen. Or maybe Mary Beth. When I told him we had anal sex, he just smiled and said he liked her plump little ass.

Joe’s grunts got louder and throatier, and the rhythm of the bed stretched long, before a few quick thrusts. Joe’s shoulder bumped my back a couple of times and then he relaxed. I heard him exhale, then he laid still for a moment. When he got up to go to the bathroom and I heard the door click shut, I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. I reached under the covers and realized that I had a boner too.