Page 5 of The Man with a Treasure

“Where are my boys?” yelled Mrs. Rossi.

That was the cue for Sal and me to pick up our pace.

Running, Sal hollered, “We are here, beautiful woman!”

She spun on her heel to face us. “Sal Rossi! Do not try to sweet talk me when you didn’t finish your morning chores!”

“Mamma! Why rush what there is always time to do later?” Sal kissed her cheek, sure to keep moving his body so she couldn’t smack him. She even kicked a leg at him as he skirted away.

When she saw me, she grabbed my face and kissed each of my cheeks. “My good boy who never causes me problems.”

I asked, “Is it the pig pen again?”

“I better not see you in there helping him finish.”

I didn’t reply, because I refused to lie to the woman who took me in as her own. Her ability to truly ‘see’ had her not asking why I didn’t answer. Instead, she kissed my cheek again then walked toward the filling tables. Everyone was all talking at the same time, and it warmed my heart. I missed my aunt and uncle and did my best to assure them I was well but was grateful to have acquired more family members. My father was the only one related to me by blood, but that didn’t matter at times like this. The good times.

That night, after we finished Sal’s unfinished chores and our evening ones, we laid in our beds, both staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t stop thinking of Zeta and her magic mouth that made my body react and ache. Just thinking about her was building a need for friction in my groin area. If Sal were sleeping, I would risk touching myself. I bet it would feel so good—

“Do you think we are thinking of the same thing?”

I didn’t move, positive that we were not thinking the same thing. “It is doubtful.”

“I am thinking of all the kisses from today.”

“Then we are definitely in the same arena.”

“I’m thinking about tugging on my soldier.”

I smirked. “Soldier?”

Sal shrugged. “My warrior. Always ready to step up and take one for the team.”

I rolled my eyes. “Dear God, Sal.”

“What? Now he is just waiting for you to fall to sleep.”

I had to quickly throw my pillow over my face to muffle my burst of laughter. What were the odds two teenage boys were thinking the same thing? I guessed very high.

Trying to quiet his own laughter so we wouldn’t wake his parents, he rolled to his side. “You too?”

With my face still embedded in the pillow, I nodded.

“Let’s do it!” he whispered.

I lifted the edge of my pillow, eyeing him accusingly.

“Not each other’s.” He gestured he was not interested in my pecker. “Stay in your own bed.”

Desperate for a release, and a shower in the middle of the night being suspicious, I questioned, “Is that not… weird?”

“As long as we don’t tug on each other’s, what is the problem?”

“Makes perfect sense to me.” In a hurry, I kicked off my blankets.

Sal rushed and leaned over the side of his bed and grabbed a sock laying by his work boots.

“What are you doing?”