Fauquier County Whatever

[EasyRory]

Chapter Six – Mac


“It's about time. I thought I was going to be here alone,” Richard said. “Where is everybody?”

“Well, Euie is sulking over something or other and Donnie and Lonnie are … home fucking, I guess. Euie and I were dismissed last night,” I told him. “Latham is still out of town and Buddy? You probably know more about Buddy than I do.”

“I ordered a pitcher, 'cause that's what Buddy likes. You want something else instead, Mac?” I nodded yes to a vodka and tonic and Richard signaled to Charleen. “Hold the beer; two vodka tonics, por favor.” He smiled. “I like tonic because it glows under the UV light in here.” Sure enough, when the drinks came, they glowed with an electric blue tinge.

“So … Donnie and Lonnie? Really?” Richard asked me while raising his glass. We sipped.

“So strange. Last night Euie and I were at Lonnie's, Thursday is our usual night, waiting for him to come home and trying to figure out what scenario to play out.”

“Scenario?”

“Yeah, Lonnie likes to see us naked kind of by accident. Casual, non-sexual nudity turns him on, I guess. So Euie and I usually have some plan for how to do it; but we're running out of ideas. We tried wrestling in our underwear. Lonnie liked that the first couple of times; then it got old. We tried spilling a drink and having to take our clothes off; but that got old, too. So last night, Euie says, 'How 'bout we swap underwear?' He said he was wearing some fancy kind and maybe he could let me try it on while Lonnie is watching – pretending not to watch, of course. So we swap a couple of times, get him steamed up, and then have sex. Anyway it sounded like a plan.”

“What I don't get is why y'all do this. Is the sex that great?”

“It's ok mostly, except I'm tired of being the bottom every time. Lonnie bottoms sometimes, but Euie … never. Well, not never, he'll do it for Lonnie, but not for me. You know, Richard, it's starting to piss me off.”

“Because you really want to fuck him.”

That surprised me. How did Richard know? “I do; but he keeps saying no.”

“I get it. But you still didn't say WHY you do it.”

“Mmmm … he pays us? Plus we get to use his pad when he's out of town, which he is a lot. He sells pharmaceuticals and stuff to nursing homes.”

“Pays! Ah … I see.”

“It's subtle. He doesn't say 'here's your pay' or anything. We find money tucked in our pockets or he'll ask us to buy him something and then he'll give us way more than it costs and say to keep the difference. So last night, I saw his car and Euie drops his pants so Lonnie will catch him showing me his fancy skivs when he comes in. And they were fancy. You know the kind with three colors and I don't know what you call it around the edges?”

Richard nodded. “I'm probably wearing something similar now.”

“So there's Euie, showing me his skivs, right? And he looks pretty hot, like bulging and maybe getting a chub, you know? Also he has a cute ass; you know that. And Lonnie walks in the door and his mouth drops open. Trouble is, he's not alone. He's got Donnie with him. 'You boys up to something?' he asks. And Euie says he's showing me his new underwear. So Donnie is embarrassed and goes into the bathroom and we never see him again. Meanwhile Lonnie says, 'Here' and he hands me some money; 'Why don't y'all go buy yourselves some more underwear.' That was the first time he ever told us to get out, which is more or less what he was saying, right? So I guess he's seeing Donnie pretty much regularly since they met here last time.”

“The good times are over for you and Euie, I guess.”

“Not quite yet. Euie counted the money and we split it. 'Let's get some beer and go back to my place,' he said and he NEVER asks anyone to his place, 'cause it's a dump and barely has running water. After a couple of beers and talking about Lonnie, he asks if I'd like to see his underwear. I said that I'd already seen them and he said not up close you haven't.”

“He's that way at work.”

“Showing off his underwear?”

“No, direct - says exactly what he means. He showed you, right?”

“Yeah, and then he said he's horny and why don't we fool around without Lonnie. Long pause and I say nothing 'cause we haven't had sex, just the two of us, in forever, since I first met him at work. Then, like I'm an idiot or something, he says he wants to fuck me in case I missed his meaning about fooling around.”

“He doesn't think you're an idiot. He just likes to be clear about what he's saying.”

“So I guess he's fucked you, too, huh?”

“Dude, everybody's fucked me. Except Latham.” Richard wasn't boasting, just telling the truth. “I take it you didn't feel like getting fucked.”

“It wasn't that. It was I never get to DO THE FUCKING. And I'm tired of it. And I told him so. So he sys 'Ok, make me want it!' and I say how and he says 'see, a hot guy wouldn't even have to ask.' So he fucked me and it was ok, but I don't feel great about it. When it was over he said 'Thanks I really needed that' What was that about? Really needing it?”

“I'd say some other part of his life is giving him grief at the moment. School in the fall? Me? I'm his boss, sort of.”

“Richard, you're not his boss. You're not anybody's boss. George is. Tommy Lynn is. Not you.”

“For a sensitive guy, Mac, you can be pretty harsh.”

“Sensitive? Are we talking about me being black?”

“No, we're talking about you being needy. I like the part about you being black, however big a part that is.”

“I'm sensitive and needy just because I don't want to get fucked all the time?”

“No, you're sensitive and needy because you expect, you demand more from people than you're likely to get. Does Euie love you?”

“No, of course not.”

“So why should he worry about your feelings in a deal that is all about money?”

“I'm still human. You can't … or at least I can't have sex without some personal involvement.”

“I know, I know. I think it's part of getting fucked. Chicks are even worse than we are – always getting involved when they should know better.”

“Speaking of getting involved, what about your marriage proposal?”

“I'm gonna say yes.” That was like a baseball bat upside the head. Richard was going to say yes?!? I didn't know what to say. It seemed like a colossally bad idea; he must have read my mind. “It's like your deal with Lonnie, except there's more money involved. You gonna call me mercenary?”

I gulped my drink and signaled for another. Mercenary … It didn't seem that way when Euie and I did it. We didn't plan it; it just happened. Yes, we took the money, but … I wanted to think we were better than that. Maybe we weren't. Maybe we're just like Richard, but less successful. I had to say something.

“I'm gonna call you determined. Congratulations, Richard.”

“Now who's being harsh? It's not a total win. I'll lose Buddy.”

“Lose him? I didn't know you had him.”

“He was my first. My first anything. I learned it all with Buddy. And we keep turning to each other. I guess it's familiarity, ease, we know what we like. Plus, despite his gruff exterior, he's gotten to be very considerate. It used to be like you and Euie, I was the bottom all the time. But now … let's just say he's very considerate.”

“Buddy's great looking. He makes me think of my grandmother. She was crazy about some white movie star, Tyrone Power. Said he was the only white man she ever consider fucking. Except she didn't say fucking, she called it 'spending time with'.”

“Buddy's problem is … I don't know what his problem is. All I know is Will, that guy he messes around with, is going to destroy him. It's like he's fallen under some spell … or addiction or something.”

“We're not solving anything talking about it,” I told him.

“Yeah, but it's good to talk. Sometimes I thinnk I sort things out by hearing what somebody else thinks.”

“That's the way women work. They waste a lot of time talking about it and solve nothing. And they cry a lot.”

“I think crying can be good for you,” Richard said.

“Kind of like drinking? I think fucking is better.” Totally true, fucking is better than almost anything,even if I got stuck bottoming again.

“You want to go back to Tommy Lynn's and swim? It's a hot night and his booze is free.”

Just what kind of an offer was Richard making, I wondered. We hadn't had sex in a long time, basically not since I got hired, and then it was only once. Once with Richard, A couple of times with Tommy Lynn, a couple of times with George Brightwater, and tons of times with Euie. I never heard of another company where the workers were so busy working on each other. Still … it was a hot night.

Tommy Lynn had a mosquito net frame over his pool. By this time of night, the mosquitoes were all tucked in their beds and the netting gave a sense of privacy that wasn't real. Richard got a little boisterous and I shushed him.

“Don't worry about it. It's just us. George and Tommy Lynn are at some fund-raiser in Reston. They won't be back for hours,” Richard claimed. “Get naked, Mac,” he said while stripping. “Last one to the end of the pool gets fucked.”

Richard must have been wanting a dick. There was no question I could beat him and I did. He swan up to me almost leisurely. “You serious about the fucking?” He answered by kissing me and holding my dick in his hand. My response must have disappointed him; I never get hard in the water.

“Let's get a drink,” he said. A minute later, with G&T's in hand, we sat down. “I like kissing you,” he said.

“It's the lips,” I told him. My African heritage fascinated some white boys; Richard was one of them; he kissed me again and got a better response this time.

I decided to set the pace and knelt in front of him, taking his cock in my mouth. He groaned appreciatively. “I guess you won't be taking it tonight,” he sighed as he spread his legs farther and pulled back his knees.

Rimming isn't my favorite activity, either giving or receiving; but Richard seemed to need it. He gasped words of encouragement as I began somewhat tentatively. “Ohhh,” he said with a physical shudder, when my tongue first penetrated, “You're beautiful.”

I happen to think I am beautiful; I just don't hear about it very much when I'm the bottom. It's mostly, “Take it, baby!” and “Let's do it doggy!” and “Fuck! I'm coming!” I am however quite a beautiful shade of pale milk chocolate, pale enough that I get tan lines if I remember to wear a bathing suit and dark enough to look awesome if I don't. I say awesome. I used to jack off a lot looking at myself naked and I always came real fast. I think that's pretty awesome. Lonnie likes looking at me. He says I have nice grey eyes, thanks to my mother. I don't think of them as gray, because they have brown and yellow flecks in them, but he means well and he let's me do the fucking sometimes.

“Deeper,” Richard requested and I complied. He held me tight and pulled me into a kiss. He wouldn't let go when I first felt the prod up against my asshole. It was startling, but not completely unexpected. Once Euie told me he was fucking Richard and Tommy Lynn joined in. Tonight it was my turn. “Fuck me!” Richard demanded.

When I thrust forward, Tommy Lynn would follow my motion. When I pulled back he wouldn't; he was unyielding and relentless. With each cycle of my fucking Richard, Tommy Lynn was forcing his cock, bit by bit, into me. 'Insinuating' was what came into my mind. He was insinuating his cock into me. When I paused to try to adjust to the intrusion, he took that as his signal to shove it all it. I gasped and Richard grabbed me again. “Fuck me, Mac! Keep fuckin' me!” After I resumed thrusting, I heard a quiet “Good boy” from Tommy Lynn and felt his hands grasp my waist.

I thought I was going to lose my hardon; but I didn't. Instead I came, exploded really, suddenly and without much warning. Usually I feel my orgasm build and build; this time it was just KA-BLAM and I was gushing into Richard. He and Tommy Lynn held me while I finished spasming. I barely had a chance to catch my breath when Tommy Lynn started fucking me in a totally different way. Slow, hard thrusts slammed into me, forcing me to slam into Richard who started cooing every time I hit into him. I usually get soft quickly after I come, but this time I stayed hard, hard enough at least that I was starting to feel a new pleasure grow. Finally Richard made a sound in between a croak and a scream. I felt the warm and wet of him against my stomach as he came. He repeated 'fuck' over and over until he was done.

I don't know if Tommy Lynn came or not. If he did, he didn't make a big deal of it. If he didn't, it didn't seem to matter to him. He pulled out of me and repeated “Good boy. Both of you.” I felt a friendly pat on my ass and he stood back from us. I rolled over and lay beside Richard. We met with our boss's approval. “You two look good, half-dead and lying all fucked out like that.” He fastened a robe that he had never taken off and began it walk away.

Richard called, “Is George here?”

Tommy Lynn answered without turning around. “He's asleep. I think I exhausted him earlier.”

Richard then turned to me. “Well … you got to top,” he said cheerfully.

“Sort of,” I told him. “Was this prearranged?”

“Not really. I happens sometimes. Did you like it?”

“I'm not sure.”

I stuck with that opinion until the next day. At the end of work, George gave me an envelope. A bonus, he called it. “What's this for?” I asked.

“Services above and beyond,” he answered.

“If I accept this, that makes me a ...”

“Dude, one way or another, we all are. If you want to stay, get over it.”

 

[Kyanimal]

I need to get a pool!

 

[Craiger]

Mac's wish was granted. But with an added sandwich with him being the meat... Good old Tommy Lynn appearing out of nowhere. The bonus sounds nice...there's no shame in accepting a bonus. Thanks, Rory.

Craiger

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter Seven - Euie


Tuesday Mac and I went over to Lonnie's after work expecting the usual dinner and a fuck and got a surprise. Donnie was there. Donnie and Lonnie are apparently a thing now. As Donnie explained it, they were working on a new paradigm that didn't involve nudity, accidental or not, to get Lonnie's motor running. Lonnie said his previous behavior was now an ancient artifact that lived on only in memory. I was ready to believe him until he invited Mac into the kitchen to see a new apron he had bought.

“It's not real frilly, not girly or anything,” I heard Lonnie explain. “Here, try it on ...” That was followed by mumbling sounds and a little scream from Mac. “Oh, sorry. Did I touch a sensitive part?” Lonnie asked and Mac said something about only if you considered your balls sensitive.

Donnie, meanwhile, laughed that off and made me a drink from a new little bar in the living room. “So Euie … I have to say that's an unusual name ...”

“It's really Eustace,” I told him.

“TMI, honey. I was commenting, not inquiring. What I'm curious about is how you and Richard got hooked up.”

“Hooked up? We're not hooked up at all.”

“That's not what he says. He says he was crazy for you, although he did use the PAST tense, now that I think of it.”

“Yeah, well, uh, let''s say I was grateful to him for getting me my job at a time when he needed some gratitude and I needed the job.”

Donnie looked at me hard and directly. “He says you're a fabulous fuck.” He waited a bit to let that sink in. “Lonnie says the same thing. Awesome was the word he used.” I was at a loss for what to say, when a giggle came from the kitchen.

“Lonnie, nobody in his right mind fries naked. Fat spatters.” I wondered just what Mac was wearing. The apron? Anything? Then I heard the kind of noise he makes when somebody is sucking his cock.

“What makes a fuck fabulous?” I asked, seeing if we could keep this convo on a hypothetical footing.

“Richard says it's because you're a little needy.”

“Needy?”

“You need love, he says, and so you work at giving just what the other guy needs hoping to get something in return. Lonnie says you confuse fucking with loving. Kind of the same basic theory at work here. Like if I fucked you, you'd want me to love you; you'd expect it.”

I bristled. “Who says you're fuckin' me? Ever?”

“Just theoretical, Euie. I'm only constructing a narrative here that would explain your neediness.”

“I don't think I'm needy.” Apparently he thought by putting his hand on my thigh he would express sincerity. I removed his hand. “What does that even mean? Needy?”

“Everybody's looking for love; no need to get defensive about it.” He put his hand back on my leg and with the other took the glass from my hand. “Let me freshen that drink.”

“Lots of tonic, easy on the vodka, please.” I watched him; I don't think he followed by directions. For some weird reason, I pictured him in a nurse's uniform - you know, the kind that is all polyester and you can almost see through it. I was staring at his ass to see if I could figure out what kind of underwear he had on. I shook my head to remove the vision as he turned and handed me back the drink.

“Are you feeling that drink? It was a very weak one. I always make them weak on a hot day. It's too easy to get blitzed otherwise.” He sipped his drink and plainly expected I would do the same. It tasted good and I told him so. “I use Meyer lemons instead of limes; it's a little sweeter, but not much.”

“What kind?” I sipped again. Was the sweetness masking a lot of booze?

“Meyer. I told Lonnie he should get a tree and grow them himself. That window is perfect sunshine.” I looked at the window and squinted at the light. “Too bright?” he asked and went over to draw the curtains. “There. That's better.” He patted my leg again. “By the way, there's nothing wrong with expecting a little affection. The whole world runs on affection. You have a right. I think that's what inspired feminism; they got tired of lousy fucks.” He sipped. “What do you think makes a good fuck? Seriously ...”

“Donnie, we don't need to be having this conversation.”

“Really? Does the subject scare you? Are you afraid to even talk about it?”

I don't know if the subject scared me or not, but Donnie did. Not in a physical way. There was just something smarmy about him. Like I knew sex would be bad. Whatever he liked was going to be a one-eighty from what I liked. He moved his hand up my leg a couple of inches.

“Yeah, well … I'm outta here. I have an early morning and ...” I got up so fast I almost spilled my drink. I swallowed a mouthful of it. “Thanks for the drink. It tastes really great, but ...”

“Early morning? It's not even seven o'clock yet.” He grabbed me by the butt and pulled my crotch against his face. He began gnawing on my Levi-covered dick.

“WHOA!” I jumped back, turned, and stuck my head in the kitchen to say goodbye to Lonnie and Mac. Mistake. Mac was getting fucked on the floor while wearing a colorful apron. “Whoa!” I repeated and left pronto. It was all I could do to hold my speed under fifty. I wanted to put miles between myself and Donnie. I'm not sure why I was so upset. It's mot like he could have forced me to do anything. I could have just said no, I guess, and laughed it off. But my hands were shaking and I was breathing hard.

I still was tense when I got home. Home, the tenant shack I was renting for the summer, was barely bigger than a cocoon; but at least there was nothing creepy about it. I ate a half a left-over sandwich and drank some orange juice while I waited for the sinking sun to quit overheating my little place. Even with the door and both windows open it was hot. I stripped to boxers, left my t-shirt off, and picked up an accounting article Richard had given me. Tires on the dirt driveway attracted my attention. I smiled when I saw the Prius pull up close to the house. I looked around for some shorts to put on, but Rabbit got to the door before I found any.

“Euie? You home?” Rabbit stood on my small front porch.

“Hey, Carey,” I greeted him at the screen door. “I'm not dressed.”

“I can see. I won't bother you. Two quickies. One, I lied to you. It's not my mother's Prius. It's mine.” I shrugged in reply. “Two, you want to work for a couple hours on Saturday? A hundred and fifty for like no effort?” He smiled hopefully. He had a funny smile; it made me feel good to see it.

“Come in. Let me grab some shorts.” I opened the door and went into the other room, a combination bedroom and shower, grabbed the first thing I saw and put it on, cargo shorts, cut loose, with something in the side pocket. I went back to the front room. It was a combination sitting room and kitchen. Very basic. “Ok, tell me about the Prius,” I challenged him.

“It's the kind of car I figure a rabbit would drive. I got it used and I drive it to all my rabbit jobs. Which brings us to … Damn it's hot in here! You want a cold beer? I've got a six pack in the car.” He returned with the six pack and popped two open. “Ahh!” he sighed after a swallow. “Which brings us to the other reason I came. You want to be in the rabbit act on Saturday? You play Mister McGregor; I play the rabbit. We clown around a little and then serve ice cream and cake to a bunch of kids. We split three hundred dollars.”

“How do I play Mister McGregor?”

“Don't worry. I've got a costume from my last assistant. You're old Mister McGregor; you wear overalls and a gray wig, straw hat, and granny glasses. You act old and annoyed when I try to steal your carrots and try to shoot me now and then with a pop gun. I have everything you'll need.”

“Really? That's it?” I paused to consider the possibility. “I guess I could do that.”

A smile just about split his face. “Of course you could. It's easy. The kids aren't looking for Greek tragedy, just a few laughs. It's for about twenty little girls. I sneak up on you. They try to warn you; they scream and point. You ignore them. I try to grab a carrot or two and you chase me. Then we do it again. You never get any smarter and I never get any craftier and the kids love it.”

“Wow, Sure! It sounds like fun - which would be a whole lot better than what I just got out of.” I told him about Donnie hitting on me.

“Yeah … well, now you're makin' me feel kinda bad. I was hoping to do a little hitting on you myself. Or you hitting on me. Or anything you want …”

I was surprised and didn't know exactly how to react. Carey was a hundred times more appealing than Donnie; he just caught me unprepared.

“Sorry, Euie. I should have kept my mouth shut. It's just … you have no idea how hot you look after sex. I've been thinkin' about you and dreaming, kind of hopin' we might ...” He drained his beer. “I better go.” He stood up.

I didn't think; I acted. I popped two more beers open and handed him one. I looked up at him. Nice eyes. Nice smile. I looked at the bulge in his jeans. I looked up at him again. He returned an expectant look and slowly unzipped his jeans for me. No underwear. I pulled out his dick. A fold of skin half covered the head. It was either a short foreskin or a lousy circumcision; I didn't know or care which. I took a swallow of beer and then took his dick in my mouth. He sighed and relaxed. I did my best, savoring his cock as it gradually grew in my mouth, first soft and pliant, then longer, fuller, then hard and demanding. I popped the button at his waist and the jeans fell to the floor. He took his t-shirt off by himself.

“Let's go to the bedroom,” I suggested. He stepped out of the jeans bunched up at his feet and followed me naked.

I was a gentle shove, the way he pushed me onto the bed. I laughed. He smiled. He tugged at the loose shorts and they came off in his hands. I wiggled out of my boxers and waited. He knelt between my legs and returned the blowjob I had given him. I almost came, way sooner than usual, and stopped him. He diverted his attention to sucking my balls and then curled me up almost in a ball so he could lick my ass. Ok, I admit he wasn't much for rimming, but at least he tried. Then he moved onto the bed. I knew he wanted to fuck me. I wasn't ready, but he sure was. I didn't try to delay him when he mounted me. He was slow and methodical with his insertion, but then he lost it. “Fuck!” he almost sobbed as he thrust fully into me. I hope he wasn't watching me. It was probably too dark by then to see the pain that had to be showing on my face. I tried to squirm but he held me in a tight grip. I couldn't move.

You know the feeling when you're getting fucked and you can't do anything about it? That's what it was like. The pain went away and I relaxed. No, it wasn't a whole lot of pleasure for me, but I knew it was for Carey. He came expressively. “Sweet Jesus!” was one of the exclamations. I can't remember all he said, but he made me feel good saying it.

“Oh for God sake, Euie!” Plainly Richard was disgusted. I probably shouldn't have told him; but I thought that's why we got together. To try to help each other out. A little, maybe. “You know what this leads to! Every fucking time! You'll be a basket case. He'll break your heart!”

“I don't think so, Richard. It's just sex. It's very nice sex, but ...”

“I don't want to hear any more! He practically raped you.”

“No he didn't! He absolutely did not! Donnie – YOUR SLEAZEBALL FRIEND – that son of a bitch would have, but Carey didn't force anything and he was amazing afterward.”

“You said he held you and you couldn't move!”

“He apologized for that ... Said he wrestled in high school ...”

“Shut up, here come Latham and Buddy.”

“What do you expect anyway, Richard? Why are you so super critical? That's right, ignore me and fuck you, too, Richard.” I drank down my beer. “Hey, Buddy … Latham … Sit down. We're gonna need a new pitcher.”

 

[Kyanimal]

Can't wait to hear where THIS conversation might go!

 

[Craiger]

Euie escaped Nurse Donnie only to accept a rabbit... One that he enjoyed too. Richard sounds a little miffed about Euie and Carey. Is there some jealousy brewing? Thanks, Rory.

Craiger

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter Eight - Buddy


I was surprised when Latham texted that he needed a ride. Of course, it made sense. Picking him up was no trouble at all; his place was right on the way. My only reluctance was running into Racer. I hadn't seen him since my little threesome with him and Will and I don't think Latham knew about that. I shouldn't have done it, the threesome, I mean. Richard is always saying that my sex life is cheap and tawdry, which isn't true, although this time he was right. And since HE is the other half of my sex life, I don't get his comments at all.

Threesomes are weird; somebody always feels left out. In the case of Will, Racer and me I think we all felt left out. Looking back, the sex was pretty much forced and very mechanical. I don't think Racer ever says no to any opportunity and I know he can't be emotionally involved with all the guys he has fucked. And he fucks a LOT of guys. Everyone I know, just about. He does a good job of it though; Richard can't shut up about his hour and a half with Racer. But what does Racer get out of it? Just the physical release, I guess.

And Will. He sure wasn't into the threesome. Sex for him is all some mental power play in his head. By getting fucked he's punishing his wandering wife, I'm guessing; and by fucking me, he's punishing himself. What a miserable existence. No wonder he drinks.

And I sure wasn't into it, that's for sure. I'm used to Will, but Racer has a BIG dick. I don't think he actually tried to kill me – or would have enjoyed it if he did – but he didn't hold back at all. Alright, maybe a little. He asked if he was hurting me and of course I said no, which was a lie. And he started out slow and I think switched to fucking Will to let me adjust to him. But eventually, he really pounded me and I pretended to like it. While Racer was working up a to a frenzy, I whispered to Will, 'He's better than you.” And something tripped; at that moment Racer and I both came and some of my cum got on Will which totally freaked him out. He hates random cum.

So anyway, I'm not in any hurry to see Racer and Latham all cozy at home together. Racer could probably laugh it off. I say probably; I really don't know him that well. Latham, though … he's such a sweetie, almost innocent, and so likable. Man, I don't want to hurt him and bust up anything. Maybe I can just honk my horn and he'll come out. I won't have to go to the door or see Racer.

So, I carefully pulled into the parking lot. I'd never been there before and it was an odd little place, just off the main street in Warrenton. There was a row of apartments, four wide on the first floor, and two above on the second. The end units had little front porches and front doors. On the opposite side of the lot was a small single house with the sign Manager's Residence by the front door. The center four units of the apartment building shared two recessed doorways that served both the up and down units. Latham said he lived in the right end unit. I parked and gave my horn a little hit. No response from Latham, although I could see a light on inside. Shit.

I got out of the truck and began walking to he porch when I heard a “Hey, Buddy!” come from my left. There stepping out of one of the recessed doorways was Lonnie. I guess I knew he lived here, too. It didn't surprise me to see him. He raised his hand in greeting, took a deep breath, and his pants fell down. I laughed and pointed at his dick. He called back, “Just kidding!” and pulled the pants up again. I wondered how old he was. Thirty, maybe? Not bad for thirty … and he loves showing it off as Euie and Mac said. I laugh again, surprised by my reaction; I shouldn't be getting a hard on just 'cause some old queen flashes his dick at me. But I was.

I knocked and after a couple secs Latham answered. “Come on in. I'm on the phone. If you want anything, check the icebox.” Latham turned away and I heard his soothing whispers going into his cellphone. God, he's cute. And hot. And nothing at all like Will or Richard. Briefly I let myself pretend he was whispering to me. God, that was creepy.

Latham came into the kitchen. “Hey! You found the vodka! Racer likes it icy, so there's always a glass or two getting cold.”

“This is my first drink. If you're worried you can drive. Although my truck is a piece of shit compared to what you drive.” I was referring to his NASCAR wheels.

“Is yours the black truck?” I told him yes. “You're parked next to mine. So calling yours shit is a step up from what's parked next to it. The left front brake is sitting on the desk out there.” He pointed to the room outside the kitchen. “That's why I can't drive it tonight. No brakes. The rest of it may be falling apart, but it's gonna have the best brakes in three states.”

I drank down the fiery liquor. “So cold ... and so hot!”

“I know. Racer's got me likin' it. I'm ready if you are.”

“Thanks for the drink,” I told him as we drove west. “I needed a little something. It was a long afternoon.”

“Busy? I always like it when work is busy.”

“No. We're almost never busy. Mostly people make appointments. Nobody walks in.”

“Oh, so you had a spot of trouble with ...”

“As you know, my boss likes to ...” Should I use the blunt word? Why not? Richard has told everybody over and over. “He likes to fuck me. Today he was in the mood and I wasn't.”

“Y'all got in a fight?”

“No, he fucked me. He always does. He always wins.”

“Buddy, you don't look like somebody who would put up with a lot of shit. You look like you could take care of yourself if you needed to.”

Meaning, why did I let him? “I need the money, man … for school.”

“Richard said your parents are in pretty good financial shape.”

“Richard should keep his mouth shut. They doin' ok; they pay my tuition. I just don't want to ask them for anything more. I HATE asking for stuff. And this job, maybe 'cause of the sex, pays a lot better than most.”

“I know what you mean. My parents don't have anything to give me; but I still would never ask for help. Which is how I ended up suckin' a few dicks.”

“No shit! I didn't know that ...”

“Maybe Richard can keep his mouth shut.” Latham chuckled.

His chuckle made me wish I was having sex with him. Why? I had plenty of sex this afternoon and I'll probably be going home with Richard tonight. Why did Lonnie turn me on? And now Latham ... “Where's Racer?” I asked, changing the subject.

“He's at some real estate meeting. Something about land use. He's interested in buying some property and it's part of an environmental protection easement. Near Goose Creek.”

“I used to swim in Goose Creek.”

“That's it. It's a historic site, except it's history is: everybody went skinny dipping there since George Washington; but they can't talk about that part. You know Virginia … Everything's historic but you can't always say why.”

“Speaking of historic sites, Lonnie flashed me when I walked up to your door.”

Lathan giggled, “He's always doing that. Racer said he's amazingly successful at getting guys that way. Euie and Mac and George Brightwater. Not Racer, though, but that was probably just bad timing.” This time his chuckle was a little rueful.

“Racer is lucky to have you, Latham. I hope he knows that.”

We walked into the bar and spied Euie and Richard looking as if they had just had an epic brawl over something. “Hey, y'all!” I answered Richard's greeting.

Charleen brought us another pitcher and we refilled glasses. After that icy vodka, the beer tasted like it needed to be run through the horse another time or two. I commended on the superiority of Latham's vodka.

“What were you doing drinking vodka there?” Richard asked. “You in another threesome with Racer?” He turned his attention to Latham. “You really shouldn't let Buddy's tawdry sex life contaminate yours. Racer, I can understand Racer nailing Buddy. That's water over the dam … or is it under the bridge? I never know.”

“Nailing Buddy?” Lathan echoed.

“Five ways to a flag pole! I believe Racer has fucked over half the known universe!”

The hurt look Latham gave me made me want to die. “I'm sorry.” I hoped I sounded sincere.

“What? You didn't know, Latham? Did you think you were the only one to enjoy the pleasures of Racer's monster machine?” Richard smirked.

“Shut the fuck up, Richard!” I hurt my hand pounding the table.

“But that's why we're all here, Buddy, my dear. To learn from each other.”

“Don't go,” I pleaded with Latham to no avail. “Ok, I'll drive you.”

“That's ok. This is Manassas; they have Uber ...” Latham left.

“Asshole,” I said to Richard.

“Gots lots to agree there, Richard,” Euie added. “Why'd you want to wreck Latham's ...”

“His what? Sweet dreams? Total illusions? Foolish fantasies? Lies told by Racer? He needs to know this stuff.”

“He already knows it. He doesn't need every fuckin' detail, you stupid douche bag,” I said.

“Careful, sweetie, or no fuck for you tonight,” Richard countered.

“Wow … that even makes ME blush,” Euie said. He dug into his jeans, put what he figured was his share of the tab on table, and left. Richard paid the rest.

I followed Richard's car to Tommy Lynn's and then followed him into the pool house. I don't think I have never been so pissed. What was I doing? Richard is a manipulative monster and I'm just standing here watching while he strips. He's leering at me and stroking his cock. Such a puny dude … such a big cock. It's not fair.

“Suck my balls,” he demanded. He continued slowly stroking his cock as I knelt and took his balls into my mouth. I should hate sucking on his balls because he shaves them and always leaves a quarter-inch stubble. I asked him why and he said to make it prickly for me. And yet I do it. And it is prickly. And I like doing it. “Take your clothes off,” he said in a tone of utter indifference. He continued slowly stroking his cock as he watched me undress. I stood naked and he continued to stare. As he watched in silence, my cock felt like it was getting smaller instead of erecting.

He tilted his head to one side. “You don't think you're gonna fuck me with that thing, do you?” He snorted his dissatisfaction. “Down. Down on all fours.” He didn't use enough lube, which was probably deliberate, and he had some difficulty entering me. “Open up, God damn it! Push back!” He slapped my ass in his frustration and pushed harder, getting part way in. “Quit your whining, bitch. You know you want this!” He thrust again, harder. I reached to hold my cock and felt its wetness. Proof that I did want it. He knows me so well. He came abruptly and pulled out still spurting jizz all over me. I sighed and relaxed.

“Let's take a shower,” he suggested. It took forever for the hot water to arrive in Tommy Lynn's pool house from wherever the water heater was located; it sure as hell wasn't nearby. “Wait, wait, wait,” Richard hummed tunelessly. “Are you cold?” he asked, patting my ass and putting his arm around me.

“I'm good,” I shivered slightly as I stood too close to the spray of the still cold shower.

“You are cold, poor baby,” he cooed, kissing me. “You should let me spank you more. It would heat up your ass.”

“Yeah, right … You know Richard, if my sex life is tawdry, as you keep telling everyone, you make it that way.”

“Buddy, my dear, we've been over this. You know you like it that way, cheap and tawdry. Euie understands, for God's sake. And Latham ...”

“You really hurt him tonight, Richard.”

“No, you did. You should have told him about Racer fucking you. It was your lie that hurt him; my truth merely exposed it.”

“You're a real SOB, you know that?”

“And you love me … or something.” He stepped into the warm water and pulled me with him. “Let me wash you off. Can't have some filthy hill billy fuckin' me … You ARE up for fuckin' me, right?”

He soaped us both up and leaned against me, warm and slippery. “Kiss-kiss,” he demanded and put his mouth against mine. He giggled when he felt my erection. “Somebody wants to fuck me ...” he teased. I slid my body against his and groaned at the feeling. He turned and let me play with his ass with my hands, slipping, sliding, prodding. When I fingered him, he pulled away. “No fingers. Come on, we'll use the chaise. Use plenty of lube, Buddy.”

“You didn't,” I challenged.

“But you like it that way, silly billy Buddy.” After I came, he tried to get me to tell him I love him, but I didn't. I'd call that a point for me except he knows I do. Always have. Since he gave me that first blow job and I swore it would never happen again.

There's something so satisfying about sex with Richard. I can always sleep afterward. That's not the case with Will. Or Racer, for that matter. “You can't marry Tommy Lynn,” I told him.

“It's gonna happen, Budsie-poo. We set the date. First Saturday after Christmas. Will you be my … what? Best man? Maid of honor? Standby fuck? Want to come on the honeymoon? Marriage isn't gonna change our arrangement.”

He's such a son of a bitch.

 

[Craiger]

I have to hardily agree with the last statement - "He's such a son of a bitch." I've often wondered how someone like Richard has the power to manipulate and abuse but always has them coming back. Poor Latham. Poor Buddy. Sad but interesting chapter, Rory.

Craiger

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter Nine - Euie


“Where were you last week? You weren't here.” Richard challenged me.

I glanced around the table at the expectant faces, Richard's disdainful, Mac's curious, Buddy's interested, and Latham's … well, Latham is fucking adorable and I don't care how gay that sounds. I took a deep breath. “I was with Rabbit, with Carey … he doesn't care what I call him.” I tried not to smile too freakishly.

“Details?” Richard requested.

“I told you he wanted me to work a birthday party with him?” They all nodded. “So … he arrived with my costume ... sort of a farmer's outfit if the farmer were wearing lederhosen, except it was heavy wool instead of leather. Carey said leather is too expensive.”

“Skip the cost of the costume, please.”

“Yes, Sir Richard.” Three of my drinking buddies smiled at that. “So we went to the party and it was kind of fun once I got used to a couple dozen Screamy Mimis yelling all the time. Basically I work pretend to be working, harvesting veggies and Carey, in the rabbit suit, would try to steal them. The little girls would scream warnings which I would pretend not to understand and at the last minute I would chase the rabbbit away and then we would do it again. Over and over. Kids are such suckers. Then we served them cookies and cake and ice cream and it was over. We collected our fee and left. God was it quiet in the Prius.”

“That was it? That was all that happened?” Mac asked.

“Uh, one little girl kind of punched me in the nuts and asked why my costume bulged DOWN THERE. Her mother indicated a little more specific interest. Which Carey said is a good thing because horny middle aged women tend to be good customers.”

“He's pimping you out to the moms???” Buddy was surprisingly shocked.

“No, he said we never DO anything, we just tease. So I smiled and kept passing the cookies and something awful. Those little girls drink any terrible stuff as long as it's pink.”

“And you couldn't break away … join us later?” Richard persisted.

“Uh … um … he drove me back to my place and we changed out of the costumes. I offered him a beer and he accepted. I sat down on a sofa ...”

“A sofa? You only have ONE,” Richard joked. No one laughed.

“ … and Rabbit, now in shorts and a T, stood next to me. I invited him to sit down and he stalled and stuttered a bit. 'I figured if I stood right here next to you and you felt like maybe doing some cock-sucking … well you wouldn't have far to go.' He half turned toward me and slowly lowered his zipper. 'If you wanted to …' he repeated. 'You could …' It was more of a request. He put his hands in his pockets making his fly open slightly. Dark shadows - he wasn't wearing underwear. I knew that. I watched him change. Still … murky shadows, inviting, tempting ... You know me! … Seconds later I was swallowing a pretty nice sword.”

Four sets of eyes stared at me. “Did y'all know I'm not a bad cocksucker?”

“You're not a bad cocksucker,” Mac confirmed. “Then what?”

“Then he moved around in front of me and stood between my legs, making things a lot easier. I popped the button at his waist and the shorts fell to the floor. He took the t-shirt off himself. 'Can we go to your bedroom?' he asked in this husky whisper. I'm such a fool for husky ...” That was absolutely true; talk to me like that and I'm yours.

“AND???” Richard asked and gulped his beer.

“We fucked. Do you really need the details?”

“We fucked. You mean he fucked you.” Buddy always liked details.

“But ...” Mac always knew there was a 'but' in my stories.

“But, once again, he wouldn't kiss me. He didn't push me away or anything. He just avoided it. I like it a little romantic usually, so when we were done I asked him about it. This part is kind of long. Do you want to hear?” Of course they did, but I like making people beg. So using Rabbits voice, I continued.

“I told you when I was in high school I wrestled, didn't I?” Rabbit said. “Well I was a complete innocent but I knew I liked it. The physical part. When I jacked off, I thought about wrestling. Nothing specific, just the sport, the contact. In junior year, I was so-so - won some matches but lost even more. One of the seniors coached me and I showed some improvement. Senior year he was gone and I did my best. Then in the second half of senior year he came back once a week to coach and I did better. In March, he asked me if I could come over to his house for extra time. I know, I know … you can see what's coming, can't you? But I couldn't. I was totally naive and excited that this college guy would even ask. So I went. And everything was fine. He coached. We practiced. I got better. Everything was going fine. Then in the third session, at the end, he asked me if I'd ever heard of Turkish oil wrestling.”

I discontinued Rabbit's story to explain Turkish oil wrestling. It's wrestling, except the wrestlers are essentially naked and covered in olive oil so it's really hard to get a grip on anything. Ok, they're not naked; they wear loose leather shorts. But they might as well be naked. It's ok to grope around IN THOSE SHORTS. The only rules are no grabbing balls and no putting fingers into assholes. Anything else is ok.

“So Mark, that was my coach, says want to try? And I said ok. We'll have to get naked, he said, cause I don't have any leather shorts and we don't want to ruin the nylon ones. So we get naked and oil up and I get a semi-hardon. Ignore it, Mark said, it'll go away. But it didn't and I noticed he was no limp biscuit either. We wrestled and it was just straight wrestling. He outweighed me by fifty pounds and he was an excellent wrestler. So after he'd let me pin him, he then showed me how to break the pin and I'd end up being pinned in about two seconds. All this required a lot of intimate touching but nothing was too weird until after one reversal, he had me face down and I could tell his cock was wedged in my butt crack. Suddenly he groaned and I felt his warm jizz coating my ass. He got frantic and apologized over and over, saying it never happened before and how sorry he was. I said never mind and actually thought it was pretty funny.”

“Awesome,” commented Buddy, who liked things physical. “What did he do?”

“So the next week,” Rabbit said, “I went back and we practiced as if nothing had happened. Plain ordinary practice. No incidents. No accidents. No suggestion of nudity. Nothing. Meanwhile I'm beating off every night thinking about Mark coming on me. It wasn't until the third session that Mark said anything. We practiced one release and he mentioned that it would be impossible to do in Turkish wrestling. Why, I asked him. Because you couldn't hold your opponent down, he said. And I said, show me, a little bit thinking about wrestling and a LOT thinking about getting naked and oily. Really? Mark wanted to make sure he knew what I was asking for. Yes, I told him. You have some oil?
He did and he showed me why the move wouldn't work on an oily body. I could have figured it out myself, but it was fun testing the process. We practiced some more and now and then his hand was on my ass and mine on his and his hand on my dick and mine on his and then our dicks are hard and we're pretending they're not. And then suddenly he pinned me on my back and his dick is right in there really knocking on my back door.”


“By back door he meant ...” I teased, looking at Richard.

“We KNOW what the fuck he meant. Keep going!” Richard answered.

“He pulled against my body and penetrated me a little. Got the head in and WHAM. He came again. Followed by more apologies and embarrassment and I said forget it, it doesn't matter, and Mark's totally grossed out by his own behavior, and he's shocked when I ask what time I should come for our next session. I figured you'd never want to … No, don't sweat it, I told him. Accidents happen. So I arrived the next week and we barely pretended to practice. We got oiled up right away and after messing around with a few wrestling moves we got to the sex part and he outright fucked me. I know guys say it hurts like hell, but maybe they don't use enough lube or maybe I have a big asshole, anyway I didn't hurt. Not at all. It was just a kind of full feeling. Mark came and we didn't say anything while he jacked me off. I came and we still didn't say anything. Finally he said, Carey, you want to practice again tomorrow?”

“See, by practice Mark meant ...”

“Euie, shut the fuck up and finish the story!” Richard almost yelled.

Buddy reached under the table and reported, “Richard's got a stiffie.”

“Ok … so, Rabbit went back the next day and they fucked but this time Mark kissed him and offered to let Carey fuck him for a change. But Carey declined.”

“Carey's an idiot,” Mac said more or less non-judgmentally.

“No he's not,” I defended. “He said he was just overwhelmed by what they were doing and actually liked the hand jobs Mark was giving him especially after Mark added cocksucking to the routine. Anyway, Carey said even after graduation he kept going to wrestling practice at Mark's house. The shock came one day when Mark said I love you. Carey said he never considered anything like love happening and didn't know guys ever even thought about love. So he was a little standoffish and Mark took it badly. And then two weeks later Mark was killed in a car crash. And the fucking and sucking and kissing and everything ended. Kablam. It was over.”

“Jesus ...” Latham said.

“Wait, it's not over. So Carey went to the funeral and there was another guy he wrestled with in high school. You had practice sessions with Mark, didn't you? Did he ever try anything?”

“By try anything, the guy meant ...”

“EUIE!” Richard yelled.

“Ok, so Carey said no and the other dude said he tried stuff with me and I told him I was gonna report him to the cops and the school. When, Carey asked. Two weeks ago, the dude said. So you know what they say about single-car crashes into trees. They're mostly suicides. So Carey is busted up to smithereens by this and thinks he can never kiss a guy again. Fuckin' and stuff is ok, but he's totally down on kissing. And I like kissing ...”

That was the end of Carey's story but the four of them looked at me wanting more. I hadn't planned to tell them more, but it's a nice story. Happy ending this time.

“So Rabbit asked if I wanted to work another party and I said sure and we did the next day. This time it was a boys party and we were both rabbits and chased each other and play wrestled, which was good because Rabbit can actually wrestle and I can't. We still served food and drinks but instead of everything being pink it was kind of gross out stuff. Those little boys knew words to call sloppy joes I never heard until … Well, you know. Smutty little minds in the making. Anyway we went home and got out of the costumes all sweaty and stuff. I stopped Rabbit from dressing and said to him, teach me Turkish wrestling. He was astonished. I said come on out back, where I have a little plot of clear ground. I poured some oil on him and started rubbing it in. Show me some moves, I requested. He poured some oil on me and MY GOD was that awesome. The feeling of weight, pressure, touching all over your skin! Super horny making! Olive oil! Anyway, we oiled each other up and it was amazing, touching Rabbit – like EVERYWHERE! Have him touch me! It was the most sensuous feeling I've ever known. His ass … feels like … I can't even tell you. He showed me a few basic moves, but that wasn't what we were interested in. He pinned me to the grass and got in position to fuck me but he stopped and said is it ok? And I said DUDE! PUT IT IN! And he did, slowly. He's always considerate that way. I shuddered at the feeling and pulled him to me. Ready or not I kissed him.”

I paused a beat. I like to tell a good story.

“So … long story short: we never stopped kissing … or fucking … all weekend.”

“Oh my God, you're in love!” Mac said almost teary-eyed.

“Again,” Richard muttered. “I never heard such a cheap, tawdry ...”

I saw my friends tense up at Richard's words. He can't get to me, though. I pushed back.

“CHEAP! Do you KNOW how much five gallons of olive oil costs?”

It was the right thing to say. Even Richard laughed. Buddy asked me where Rabbit was and I looked at my phone for the time. “He should be getting home any minute,” I said.

Sweet Latham. God I love that kid. He said, “If Carey's at home, why are you here?”

 

[Kyanimal]

OMG, Rory, that was Awesome! (We don't have a Wrestling Smilie. )

5 Freaking GALLONS of Olive Oil? I'm in Heaven thinking about it!

With the whole "Rabbit" thing, I was expecting some "Furry" action. THIS was much better!

Maybe, just maybe, Cutie Latham might be getting some ideas to try with Racer.

Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[Craiger]

Awesome, Rory. Euie obviously isn't going to let Richard push him around. It did Carey good to relive the past and helped him regain the future. Where was Nurse Donnie... he could have used this story as a lesson in psychology.

Thanks Rory.

Craiger

 

[DonQuixote]

First things first - get a comment posted so it adds to my subscriptions!

I don't know how it became disconnected on me.

 

[DonQuixote]

Okay, then.

Now that I've been reminded about this story - damn I've missed a lot!

Just got to our boy Latham and Racer finally cuddling up together in bed.

AMEN to that!

I still have more cathing up to do - but, since I'm sort of in the area, anyway, how do I get over to meat the boys from Boonsboro, MD?!

I could definitely enjoy joining the gang for some mutually satisfying itch scratching!

 

[EasyRory]

Boonsboro??? You're pretty close to that bar outside of Front Royal that BJ and Racer used to frequent. You might find 'em there. Latham knows a nice restaurant in Harpers Ferry; that's close, too.

 

[DonQuixote]

We did Dan's TapRoom in Boonsboro and Cedar's in DC after the play.

 

[DonQuixote]

And I'm officially caught back up with the gang - and caught on the throw that's over me - something's sticking up holdin it in place.

This is such an erotic by-play story.

So glad for the guys - so jealous of them, too!

 

[EasyRory]

Somebody just started a thread on Turkish oil wrestling in the Gay Sex/Hot Men forum. There's a video for anybody who wants to see what Rabbit has been teaching Euie.

 

[DonQuixote]

Thanks to that new guy who posted the video. Very interesting grab ass, lol.

 

[2lennyzanda]

I have been ascent for a while and finally found this story at the end of the Speedway story. So far I love what is happening so don't go changing things now.
My absence was due to a separation as I came out as gay to my family and with their support all is good. I look forward t the continued story here. Thanks EasyRory.

 

[DonQuixote]

I'm glad your family is being supportive, Lenny.