Cubby 01

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Cubby 01

“Do I even want to know how this happened then, Cubby?”

“Probably not, Kenny, but I’ll tell you anyways because I’m innocent. Mrs. Bentley’s hubby wants to fag me bad and that’s why he agreed to set up a vendor tent up for you and I for the Mid-Summer Festival, but I’m innocent. And you need to price out each and every of these fly thingy things with the colorful thread and with the pointy curled thing that might poke me the hard way.”

“You mean my fly fishing flies, Cubby?”

“That’s what I said, Kenny. So, what do I sell them for? Like $500 each?”

“Oh, wow, I like the way you think, Cubby, but, LOL, no, that’s a little high. Anyways, where did you get all these small plastic parts containers then? They are perfect four selling my hand made fly fishing flies as a set of five, so?”

“Oh, well Kenny, the manager at the hardware store wants to fag me bad, but I’m innocent, so?”

“OMG, should I even ask who made the vinyl sign then, Cubby?”

“Well, I mean, the guy at the custom sign store wants to fag me bad, but I’m innocent. And since we’re wasting time on the support items, Clyde from the “Stop & Rob” convenience store also wants to fag me bad, so he donated the plastic carrying bags.”

I mean, folks, it was the Mid-Summer Festival and all and it was being held in the park just above the Middleton River, so what better way to be seen in public and sell my friend’s homemade or handmade curly things with the pokey point that had so much color to them, right?

And if the sponsors didn’t want someone to string a couple of strings of accent lighting inside of their vendor tent, then they shouldn’t have provided electricity to each vendor tent. I mean, I already agreed in writing that I wouldn’t have my crew sneak into the festival area the night before and spray paint my boring white vendor tent purple or anything, so.

Anyways, hi there, I’m Cubby and I fit in certain Denim jeans and shorts like I was born to wear them, although I was born to wear 505’s. And hopefully, LOL, I was born to sell colorful handmade fly fishing flies, which is fun to say three times fast.

“Cubby, not to be rude or anything, but whew!”

“Hah! Kenny, you were afraid that I would under dress! Mid-Summer is a family event and I play by the rules, but you better say something about my hair!”

Ahh, one of my best blessings! Like a blessing of all blessings! A thousand air mwah kisses blessing!

“Um, ooh, um, you always have had a lot of hair, Cubby and um, you had it colored, um???”

“Infused with a molten red, Kenny, infused!”

“Oh, I was confused, so, yeah, it’s infused, um, I’m glad to see that you brought a cooler for your water and goodies, Cubby, so?”

“Oh, I mean, that’s all part of how bad Clyde from the “Stop & Rob” fags over me, so.”

“Ooh, okay, so please tell me that you’re not moonlighting on the side at the Mid-Summer Festival and offering face paintings too then, Cubby? I mean, that looks like a makeup table/stool and mirror on the side of the vendor tent, so?”

“I mean, only for those like me. I mean, sometimes my people need a little help, Kenny and it is the Mid-Summer Festival after all, so?”

“Fine, Cubby, but the warm up suit stays zipped up, right? But I like how you stacked all of small plastic boxes of my fly fishing flies like pyramids though.”

“Kenny, I mean, pyramids have good juju and I’m innocent, so my zippers will stay zipped up! Well, innocent minus one, but it was an innocent, lost innocent, so?”

“And keeping on track with the real purpose why we are here then, the containers in this pyramid sells for $20, the middle pyramid sells for $30 and the pyramid on the left are assorted surprise flies, so $15 each and any and all explanations of innocence minus one can be for another day, like eons into the future, okay?”

“Fine, Kenny, I’ll tell you then. A few months ago, Ricky and I were playing a few video games and then I noticed that he had noticed that my jeans didn’t exactly look like his jeans, so he kept giving me the side eye and a few smirks and then Ricky switched over Zelda on the TV, the one where Zelda and her side kick were captured by Gorgon and they were both tied up naked with rope and with mouth ball gags and hanging by other ropes from the ceiling while swaying towards each other in pain because of the tight capture ropes, which really made their boobs push up, I mean, it was episode 76 and then Ricky just stood up and he had a boner from the green skinned Zelda and her pulsating boobs and drooling mouth from the ball gags, which was a first for me to see, the boner in real life I mean and then he said that Zelda was his “green hot momma” and that he just had to jack off for her, especially since the ball gags made her drool on her side kick and then, oh boner snap, Kenny, he just whipped it out and started to get after it and then I became mesmerized by what was happening right before my eyes and then, swoop, Ricky, put his arms under my armpits and lifted me into Buca travesti a standing position and mumbled something about not wanting to go solo all alone and holy bejesus, Kenny, he just started to unbutton and unzip my jeans and I was still taken back by everything, so I just stood there not knowing exactly what to do, until he snapped me out of trance when he got deep enough inside of my jeans to realize that I was wearing undies, maroon undies similar to hair color infusion and that’s when Ricky, um, started to ask me about my wearing of undies, but his hands were doing most of the talking and then I started to get, um, well, I get firm, Kenny and then he pushed my undies down so that my dick popped over the front of the waistband and then, geez, he kind of started to stab forward on me and then, um, I mean, Capri skinny jeans don’t just slip off, so I may have wiggled a little or maybe he just figured it out, but before I knew what was happening next, I mean, poof, he had the lower half of my body exposed and then he liked that and then he positioned me back down onto the the couch and then he kept stabbing at me from the front and then on the side and oh boy, when he had me on my belly where he could stab me between the cheeks, I mean, oops, and then Ricky started crying about wanting to do me in the butt, so oops again, but then with my Capri jeans just half way down my smooth thighs, I mean, my legs were held somewhat together, so I thought that might work in my favor, but then, oops, he found a way and wow, he poked and prodded and poked, poked, poked and then I gave him just a few moments of that and I only pushed back like once, but that’s when my brain told me to gator roll or risk a messy butt valley and couch, so I gator rolled under Ricky and reached down with both of my hands and made what I guess I will call a cave spot for him and then that was apparently good enough for him because oh my, he stabbed and thrust into my hand cave and grunted and moaned and I managed to lift my head just enough to sneak in like three lip kisses on his moaning lips and then, oops, Ricky flooded the cave like a raging river and that’s when I realized that the sallowness of the belly button area can act like a gathering pool and then he kissed me back once, but then I think he realized what he just did and with who, so he scurried to get redressed as I laid there on my back stunned as all get out and still somewhat exposed and then Ricky ran out of the front door, which meant that he missed how I had tasted a drop or two since my front torso was absolutely covered with his Ricky juice and then I struggled to get to the shower without making a bigger mess with Ricky’s mess and then I posted on Chang that I had cave sex and apparently, enough people in the community knew what that meant and gave me tips about how a tunnel is better for the guy than a cave for next time and I think that I agree with them based on a investigation with a banana and that’s the simple story of how I’m still innocent minus one lost, but innocent moment, so? Kenny? Kenny, are breathing?”

“Um, um, um, Cubby, it’s not widely known, but the festival committee has a firm rule that the vendor tent cashiers cannot share stories with the customers at any time, got it, Cubby?”

“Well, the Mid-Summer Festival committee should have a rule that says the customers or the vendor bosses shouldn’t ask such direct questions then, especially about certain subjects that were no worse than a loss of one innocent moment, so?”

And when you have hair like mine, that head tilt and body twist while crossing he arms with a turned-up nose is powerful!

“OMG, I just hope that I have hair left on my head at the end of this festival, Cubby! Anyways, just for fun and before I run for the hills, let me experience your sales skills with this guy walking towards our vendor tent and be, well, be less Cubby and more, more, well, you know what, I’ll just come around every couple of hours to check in on you!”

Well, Kenny has a full head of hair folks, so he’ll be just fine. And he is a couple of years too old for me, but it’s cool how he so much colorful thread string in his garage, so.

And given the size of the Mid-Summer Festival, it didn’t take long for the fisherman and the faggots to start showing up at my vendor tent.

“Say, wow, these are some nice handmade fishing flies, did you string and tie all these yourself then, hmm?”

“No sir, the pokey end always pokes me, so Kenny makes them and I just pick out the color theme for the threads and somewhere on the planet, there are bugs with these color combos that look like this and they catch the best fish, so?”

“Hmm, are you sure you’re against the pokey end poking you then?”

“Oh, I mean, if you’re fagging bad for me, sir, I’ll bag up one of each of the containers for you at double the price, unless you want me to let on to your fly fishing buddy, Paul, I mean, my uncle Paul, that you’re fagging bad for me, well, shall I bag up two of each plastic container Buca travestileri at double the price for you then, sir, hmm?”

“What, um, ooh, I mean, tee, he, a good river fisherman can never have enough flies, tee, he, especially when they are locally handmade, so, tee, he, two of each will be just fine, so, tee, he, but um, well, I’m still interested otherwise, you know, like something on the side and you know, without Paul knowing anything about it, so?”

Wow, just how forward are people these days, hmm? But his commitment was admirable, I guess.

“That will be all of the paper in your wallet then and don’t mind the “Stop & Rob” convenience store bags. Clyde from there fags bad for me and he donated the plastic carrying bags. Also, even though I appreciate your openness and honesty, I’m sorry, but I have one eye out for someone else, so?”

Oh, no, I do not have a side eye open for Ricky! Not that there is anything wrong with Ricky and having a lost innocent moment with him wasn’t all that bad, but that innocent moment, that was way too easy! And a little too enjoyable, but my eye was still elsewhere.

“Well, hells bells, my hubby would love a sweet surprise gift like these from the festival! These are fishing wormy things, right, um, sweetie?”

“Well, they are handmade fly fishing flies, ma’am, but wormy things will do between us. So, does the hubby fish from a boat, from the shore or does he fish at Kelli’s Closet club then, hmm? I’m known as Cubby, by the way.”

“Oh, I think he wears those ridiculous rubber pants and stands on the shore. Also, Cubby, are you by chance wearing anything ridiculous under your warm up suit, then, hmm, sweet stuff?”

“I’m mostly innocent, ma’am, but maybe I’m expressing myself differently today underneath my warm up suit, but my vendor boss has rules, so, did you want a plastic container of fishing flies to take home and surprise the hubby then? All of these were handmade by a man of the river and they catch the best fish. Or lure the fish in, however that works, so?”

“Oh, I mean, I would and all, but I know what my hubby wants in secret and you seem to be just that, so why deprive him of his fly fishing fly shopping experience, right Cubby?”

“Well, I mean, the vendor tent will be open until the festival closes, so, I mean, what does your hubby want in secret anyways then? I’m pretty innocent, so?”

“Hmm, innocent huh, well, Cubby, I love my hubby, but I know that in secret, the hubby wants to be naked and on his back with someone like you straddling his upper thighs all the while someone like you gets with it in a two handed fashion and frenzy and I can guarantee someone like you that the hubby can whimper and moan with pleasure and if someone like you were performing this innocent moment of pleasure in your smallest undies so that the skin contact was at it’s highest, I mean, I married tall and long, so it would be a night for two of your dainty hands, so. Anyways, I can see by all the “gulping” that you have been doing that you’re interested or freaked out, so I’ll let the hubby know that the fishing is good up here at the Mid-Summer Festival and let the two of you figure things out then, Cubby. And you’ll know right away which is my hubby because he will be the tall and handsome guy who goes all “aha, aha, aha” before actually speaking to you. Oh, and by the way, Cubby, I’ll be the one giving you and the hubby your secret privacy while sitting in the living room, so????”

“(Gulp) oh, I mean, ma’am, that sounds like innocence lost minus eight and my current level of lost innocence is barely minus one and I can tell you about it if you want to hear all about it, so (gulp)?”

“Another time, sweet cheeks, another time, but here, let me just put my cell number in your cell phone (tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap) and hey, good luck with your fly fishing fly sales then, so, tootles.”

I mean, well, I mean, huh, right? Or that was even more forward than my uncle’s fishing buddy for short!

“Damn, these are mighty fine flies! Are these the handy work of Ken Franklin then?”

“Oh, they are Kenny’s work. And these four containers with the “aha, aha, aha” sticky notes on them are reserved, so select anything else then. They all catch the best fish.”

“Well, you know that the fish nibble on the flies before they swallow the flies, right, um?”

“Oh, sorry, I’m Cubby. And I did not know that the fish nibble on the flies first, but I guess I get the swallowing part afterwards, so thanks for that info, I guess.”

“I mean, if you haven’t tried that…”

“I have not tried that sir and I’m not trying that today! And I’m not holding onto the vendor tent post with both of my dainty hands for any particular reason, so stop thinking that I’m practicing how to use both of my hands, so?”

“Yeah, but you referred to Ken as Kenny, so what’s the back story on that then, hmm?”

“Oh, I mean, I pet up men’s names, that’s all, so are you buying or just fagging bad for me then, Travesti buca hmm? And I’m not complaining if you’re fagging bad for me, it’s the normal, so?”

“Can’t I do both? One container of each assortment and a little heads up on your next bathroom break, I mean, it’s all good, right Cubby?”

“Well, you can pay me double for the three assorted containers of fishing flies and then you can do whatever you need to inside of your own fly in the park’s bathrooms or in your car while you think about how I’m dressed or just barely dressed under my warm up suit, okay then?”

Oh, LOL, cool, that worked!

“Damn it, Cubby, are you just throwing the container boxes of fly fishing flies away to make it look like this idea of yours to sell my fly fishing flies at the Mid-Summer Festival is a success then?”

Ahh, that time when you actually had that chance to smirk and make it rain from the cash box, right?

“And it’s not all yours, Kenny. I earned each and every double priced sale, so?”

{Kenny watches the rain come down because everyone loves a nice rain storm]

“Huh, so, huh, I mean, is this one of those moments where I shut it and go to one of the food trucks then, right Cubby?”

“The word is that Martha’s friend chicken is to die for, Kenny and you might find that her hips are to die for too, although, OMG, do not say that out loud with words!”

I mean, men, right? They think that they can just blurt stuff out and then play their stupid man card to recover!

“Wait, Cubby? What the hell?”

“OMG, OMG, Josh, Josh, OMG, Josh, what are you doing here?”

“Enjoying the festival and Martha’s fried chicken! And now I’m walking around the rest of festival, so?”

“So, well, I just thought you needed help slicing the Strawberries at your sister’s pool party, that’s all, Josh. I didn’t mean to lean against you so much, so, sorry, sorry, sorry, Josh.”

“Or that was, um, nice, Cubby, but, I mean, we weren’t exactly alone, so?”

Now that is the story behind every CD, Tranny and/or Trap! I liked it, but other people were around to see it! Also, I mean, I’m a Trap, right folks?

“Anyways, Cubby, I’m going to get along, not that a festival full of people that I know has anything to do with that, so?”

Yep folks, that’s story

!

“But we can say our good byes through the right rear tent flap, Cubby, so?”

And story

is always followed with story
!

[Mwah, smooch, tongue tag, ummah, oomph, smack, mwah]

“I’m going whack off into your mouth so hard one of these days, Cubby, one of these days!”

[Mwah, smooch, tongue tag, ummah, oomph, smack, mwah]

“Oh, no, Josh, that’s way too close to the hair, but call me and I’ll figure some way to tease you until your balls exploded in your pants!”

“Hah! Deal! You said it, Cubby, so no going back! Wait, what?”

[The rear tent flap, flaps closed]

“Well, well, I heard that there was some good fishing down here at the Mid-Summer Festival and this must be the vendor tent that I’m looking for, so?”

“What’s the password, sir?”

“Aha, aha, aha.”

“Please, Mr. Nettles, look around at the assortment of fishing flies and I have four containers in reserve for you anyways. Also, are you looking at the fly fishing flies or the size of my hands then, hmm?”

“Aha, aha, aha, I mean, well, it’s a behind closed doors thing, so?”

“With a video camera rolling! Your wife told me everything!”

“Tell me something that I would enjoy today, Cubby, other than these fine fly fishing flies, so?”

“Well, under my warm up suit and then under my exercise shorts, I mean, the undies that I’m wearing today expose a lot more of my cheeks than they cover and if I were to straddle a naked man, I mean, I think my thighs could contain most of the sexual body movements and bumping and grinding and the bucking, but then your wife said that I should wear nylon stockings without a garter belt and they can be slippery, so you might buck me off onto my back and your wife said that your secret is a for a two-fisted hand job from a boy who looks like a girl, so I don’t see how any of this works then. And your wife also reminded me that house guests always show up with something in their hands and she suggested a pack of batteries, so. Oh, and your wife is naughty because she suggested that I help keep her bed sheets clean by leaning forward from my straddling position across your thighs at just the right moment and keep the situation contained, so?”

“Aha, aha, aha, so are we talking from the same page then, Cubby? I mean, I get what I want and you get to prance about our house and on video in sexy lingerie and then shave my wife while live streaming on Chang and everybody is happy then, so?”

“Ahem, while it’s all intriguing, Mr. Nettles, I have an eye out for someone, so, I’m not saying “yes” nor am I saying “no” at least until I contact someone about how your wife said that if you and I just went a little sideways with things and I ended up sitting directly on your lap, I mean, I need to research whether it’s a myth or not that a man of your manhood could get his secret butt sex with me while getting a blow job at the same time because your head would pop out of my mouth from how endowed your wife says you are, so?”