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Sowing Wild Oats, Ch. 9: Streaking the Donut Shop

Rick wet himself down in the shower while Rob filled the bucket.
Grabbing the bucket, Rick headed out and found a patch of dry, bare
earth nearby while Rob wet himself down. After checking for sharp
objects, Rick dumped the bucket and went back for a refill. Rob passed
him and sat on the wet patch, trying to stir up some mud. He got up as
Rick came back with the second bucket load and dumped it. Rob took the
bucket back for a third fill and Rick took his place in the mudbath,
smearing the mud up and down his legs. They traded once more, Rick
returning the bucket to the sauna as Rob smeared mud over his body.

"Will you do my back and hair?" Rob looked up at Rick. Rick nodded and
kneeled down. In seconds, Rob's short blond locks were transformed into
a sticky brown mess. Rick carried on down Rob's back while Rob took care
of the front, skipping over his genitals. Rob stood up.

Rick laughed, "you missed a spot."

"Nobody will recognise that and I'll do my face last. Do you want me to
to do your hair and back?"

Rick nodded and sat down. Rob smeared mud into Rick's short red hair,
putting a bit more in to disguise it's shortness. This transformed it
into a gooey helmet. As Rob finished up, he closed his eyes and covered
his face with mud. "Ugh."

Rick looked back over his shoulder and laughed, "I don't know what or
who you look like, but I wouldn't recognise you." He smeared his own
face and stood up. The pair were covered in mud from head to toe, except
for a bare spot in the middle.

"I'm kinda pleased we didn't bone up. I don't think I want to turn up on
Hans' doorstep that way."

Rick nodded. "We have a choice of routes. We could opt for maximum
exposure and go in front of the donut shop, and then hang right. Hans'
house is on the next block. That's the shortest route. Otherwise we go
along the side, but have to wrap around the block. It add a bit of
distance, but is darker."

"There's not much difference in the lighting - both are busy streets
with cars, even at this time of night. If we take the longer route, we
won't be able to see Hans' house until we're on top of it, and could end
up stuck. We could double back the other way and then we'd have almost
two blocks leading up to our target; that would take us past the east
side of the donut shop, but add about a block."

"But then we could be seen from the donut shop for about half a block
coming to it. That might give someone enough time to get out of the shop
and nab us. You know there are likely to be cops there on a break. I
think we have to take the shortest route and give the least time for
anyone to react. We should cut right in front of the shop." Rick looked
to Rob for his response.

"OK. Let's do it before this mud dries completely. Besides, I'm getting
cold again. Shall we walk until we get discovered or get near the shop?"

Rick nodded. They set off out to the main road parallel to and east of
the railway tracks behind them. There were no cars to be seen. They
crossed the street and headed south towards the donut shop and the
street they had wheel-barrowed across. Hearing a car behind them, they
broke into a trot and were at the intersection in a few seconds. As the
road was clear they sprinted across, running on a south-east angle to
the front of the donut shop. There were two police cars in the lot, but
nobody was in sight outside.

Their dicks started to stiffen from the excitement as they ran about
four feet in in front of the donut shop windows, making for the street
beyond to the east. As they approached the entrance to the shop, the
door opened and a group of four college kids, two guys and two gals,
started to emerge. Rob and Rick looped around them and picked up speed,
hearing laughter and shrieks behind them.

Not daring to look back, they sped south. Only a few hundred feet to go,
and they'd be under cover again. Car headlights were approaching them
from the front, but they would likely be out of sight before the car got
close.

As they hit the front of Hans' house, and turned right, Rick glanced
down the street and was amazed to see nobody behind them. The two ran up
to the porch and rang the bell for the ground floor apartment. It looked
in darkness. Would Hans be home? Would he hear the bell? Both their
hearts were racing from the run and from the tenseness of the situation.
Rob looked nervously at Rick and poked the doorbell again.

The porch light came on. Exposed! Their hearts jumped. Seconds later,
though it seemed like an eternity, the door opened. Rick hissed, "kill
the light." The car they'd seen approaching passed behind them.

"Hunh," grunted a short figure inside the darkened apartment.

Rob pleaded, "please, turn the light off."

"Who are you? Do you know what time it is?" The figure inside sounded
less than alert and less than happy.

... continued in Ch. 10: Sanctuary?

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