Stuart gets the news from Trent

Stuart turned the little clay Venus pendant over in his fingers. "So goodbye shark tooth, hello fat chick." Stuart sniffed. "She rub it in her pussy?" He dropped the curvy little clay charm back onto Trent's chest.

"Yeah, it was a whole ritual kinda thing," Trent said. "Joyce put them on strings like this, for me and Debbie, she had us poke them into her cunthole and hold our fingers inside while she whacked on her clit until she got her cookies and squirted on our faces, me and Debs. She had us put them on and cup them in our hands while she beat us off, both me and Debbie got off at the same time. Lady has some seriously magic hands."

"Joyce is a sex witch, huh. So, T-bar, did she send my very favorite butt boy back to say goodbye, or are you splitting with Debbie to come back to me?"

"Debs is crushing on Joyce like she's got a new sugar mommy," Trent said. "And she wants me on board with her."

"Whatcha think about that?" Stuart asked. He stretched, tilting his head and twisting his shoulders.

"Well, Gary's there," Trent said. "He gives good blowjobs. And his dick is always ready when I ask."

Stuart laughed. "I can't help it if I'm popular," he said. "I can only be one place at a time. Though from how you were telling it, Gary has his own little fan club, with his hippie chick as his membership department."

Trent laughed. "Yeah, Bernie and her mom kinda lead him around and share him out. He likes it that way." Trent shook his head. "And Debs thinks that's the way for me, too."

"Well, I did put you two together to take care of each other," Stuart says. "So if you quit me for Debs, hell, that just makes me look better. Especially if me yanking Gary out of the bi closet made him your man." He shrugged. "Please yourself."

"Shit, Stuart, I just miss you, man," Trent said.

"Miss you too, T-bar, you been gone more than around here. But I'm not gonna let my dick rust out. So don't do it to yourself. C'mon back, we'll find you a new steady, or go there, and do your threesome-foursome-fivesome thing with Debbie, Gary, Joyce and Joyce Junior." Stuart squinted at Trent and gave him a crooked smile. "Or you could learn how to use the fuckin' calendar on your fuckin' phone. Dude. So. You got me, you here to talk, or to rock?"

"Rock me, Stu," Trent said.

Stuart checked the time. "We got twenty minutes. Ass up, surf boy, gonna give you a drilling to rock your little witch charm."

"Oh yeah," Trent breathed.

Twenty hot, sweaty minutes later, Trent lay belly-down on a wet spot of his own cum. Stuart had delivered, rocked him hard and left him limp and happy. But Trent had to ask himself if he was gonna stick it out with chasing so hard to get a piece of Stu's time and attention.

"Maybe I need to use the fuckin' calendar," he mumbled. "Fuck. I come for the Super Surf Dude and I get the fuckin' high school counselor."

Trent pondered, lying face down in the back of the Super Surf Van. What to do? Back to Stuart's surf crew, minus Debbie? Maybe Gary would still come suck him off after work. Maybe. Or stick it out with Joyce, and have Debbie and Gary on the regular? But no Stu.

Or maybe get Debs to help him try using the calendar?

Fuck.