Free Walk (Gentry Boys) by Cora Brent

issues that need sorting out before he can be useful.” Then he beckoned to the rejected girl with a wink.  “Come on over here, sweetheart, and I’ll make it up to you.” 
    I retreated to my room and turned on music to drown out the noise of Bash enjoying a raunchy three way on the living room couch.  That didn’t do much to ease the ache in my own balls though so I stripped, kneeled down and beat off with a fury that left me panting and spent and wondering how it would feel to slide into cute little Evie.  I decided it would feel pretty fucking good. 
    When I woke up in the morning the girls were gone and Bash was curled up around a couch pillow with his bare, hairy ass in the air.  I didn’t feel obligated to keep the noise down so I banged around the kitchen quite a bit while cooking up a few omelets and starting a pot of coffee. 
    Eventually Bash climbed out of his post-coital nap, scratched his wild mane of black hair and mercifully found his way into a pair of pants. 
    “You missed one hell of a ride,” he yawned as he sat down at the table. 
    “I’ll have to live with that.” 
    Bash groaned as he bit into the egg and cheese omelet.  “Damn, but you can cook.  You know, if you had a pussy I might fucking marry you.”   
    I snorted and threw a damp dishtowel at him.  “No plans to grow one so it’s not an option.” 
    Bash talked with his mouth full.  “Fine. I bet you wouldn’t be much fun no matter what fucking equipment you came with.” 
    Despite all Bash’s crudity, he was still a good boy who drove downtown every Sunday morning to escort his eighty-year-old grandma to church.  Then he always stuck around to do yard work or whatever else she needed. 
    “Tell Mr. Gentry his favorite ex-student says hello,” Bash called on his way out the door.  To him, my cousin Chase would always be the revered ‘Mr. Gentry’.  I couldn’t really blame him for the awe though.  Chase was always near the top of my list of the best people on earth. 
    There were still several hours remaining until I was expected to show up at Cord’s house so I spent some time cleaning the apartment.  It was nice, having a place that was starting to feel like a real home. Plus, being active helped calm my mind. 
    I wasn’t having any luck tracking Con down.  I’d even enlisted Bash’s help to see if his motley circle of friends knew anything.  Conway had no recent social media presence and moved around constantly.  Bash had confirmed that one of his buddies knew about a large street racing circuit that operated locally and Con was known to be involved. When I talked to Deck yesterday he said that I should keep calm and focus on getting my life back on track.  He said Conway would surface sooner or later. Even though I trusted Deck more than just about anyone I felt a little more helpless with each passing day. 
    As I mopped the kitchen floor I cheered up a little over the idea of seeing my cousins and their families today.  They were all planning to be there; wives, kids and all.  I had to hope there was a small chance that Conway would show up too. 
    When the floors were sparkling and the counters immaculate I jumped in the shower to get ready.  It wasn’t even close to a formal event but I still felt like I wanted to make a good impression on everyone so I dressed in a clean pair of dark jeans and a gray short sleeve button down shirt that had been a gift from Deck’s wife, Jenny.  Apparently the Gentry women had gotten together and made it their business to outfit me properly.  Since my release I’d received wardrobe donations from each of them.  It was nice.  There was some solace that came from knowing there were women around who cared about you. 
    Sometimes I thought about trying to make contact with my mother down in Florida but I knew in my heart she wouldn’t want to hear from me. That was stress I didn’t need.  It was hard enough trying to piece together a new life while