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EasyRory
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Chapter Forty-Six - Vince
“I don't know, Latham. I really like living here. It's convenient to everything. I can walk to work. Nice neighbors. The dude in the Subway is convenient when no one else is ...”
“We've got to do something. Racer thought it would be cool to own the place after Mrs. Lucketts died, and … well, it's skyrocketed in value being right in the middle of Warrenton. We're under pressure to DO something. I know you like it; we like living here, too; but the city wants to see something better done with the property. It's a lot of land for six apartment units and one little house.”
“Good memories ...” I couldn't help thinking of all the guys I'd fucked in that little bedroom.
“I know. Me, too. Think about it. An investment company, the one Racer and I use, might take the two units next to ours for their office. It would still be quiet at night.”
“Well … it's Racer's place. I guess he can do what he wants ...”
“But you're not thrilled. I can tell,” Latham said.
“I don't like it when things change.”
“Who does?” Latham agreed with a smile. “Here they are now.”
I watched Latham go to greet the investment company people. Damn, he's fine. Racer gets all the good ones. Two dudes got out of the small sedan. The guy driving looks gay from a hundred miles away; the other one was pretty normal. Damn, why do I assume straight is normal? What's wrong with being gay?
“Vince, you want to come look, too?” Latham called to me. I nodded and he introduced me to the rental prospects. Richard, the gay one, was funny.
“You should be the centerfold of 'Viking Magazine'. You're gorgeous!” he said. “There is no 'Viking Magazine', of course,” he explained without making me feel totally stupid. “I just want an excuse to get you naked.”
“All you have to do is ask; I'm easy that way.” I'm not sure why I said that. It's true; but still … Richard was taken aback by it and made no reply.
“We can take out the upstairs kitchen,” Latham explained when we got to the second floor unit. “No need, right? It would give you another work space. Would you want a stairway installed to connect the units? That would be harder, but if we reduced the size of the bathrooms – you wouldn't need bathtubs in an office, right?”
“Latham, we can't afford much right now. If that work would raise the rent, we can't afford it. Maybe someday, but not now.” Sanity spoken by the dude named George.
“We could buff up the outside. Make the entry to your units look more professional. That wouldn't cost much and it's something your landlord should do for you.”
“I'm glad you race cars, 'cause if you were a salesman, I'd be your best customer,” Richard flirted and flattered. I don't think he was really hittin' on Latham; it think he was just one of those naturally flirty guys. Everything was an opportunity or he made it like one.
“You're sold?” Latham asked.
“We should talk to Buddy,” George cautioned an eager Richard.
“Bullshit, he'll go for it. We won't all be peeing on his field of weeds any more. What's up there?” Richard pointed to a hatch opening in the ceiling. Latham couldn't answer him. “Well we have to know. It could be the ghost of Mrs. Lucketts.”
“No time. I have a meeting with our butcher friend,” George said.
“I'll stay and poke around some,” Richard said.
“I've got a ladder, if you want to look in the attic,” I volunteered. Twenty minutes later we were up in the unfinished and uninsulated attic. It contained nothing very interesting. An old chair. A mattress. Two lamps with torn shades. Assorted odds and ends. Even a very used looking artificial Christmas tree. And it was HOT. It must have been in the nineties in that attic. Sweat was pouring off me and climbng back down the ladder was a huge relief.
“All that sweat! Your body is very efficient,” Richard noted. He wasn't sweaty at all. “It's cause I'm skinny,” he explained. “I'm dry and you need a shower. Can I watch?”
It was a challenge, you know? Being dared to get naked. I like challenges. “My place has towels,” I challenged back.
In ten minutes we were in my bathroom naked. “You're not so skinny,” I told him. In fact he had a very fuckable ass and an amazing dick. We didn't bother drying off, headed right for the bed, and got busy with out hands. I really like stroking a guy's dick, not to make him come, at least not right away. I just like playing with it, sliding the skin up and down, seeing if I can squeeze a drop out of him. Richard reciprocated before taking me in his mouth. Yeah! He was good at it. Then I reciprocated, licking, sucking. I was surprised by how turned on I was. Obviously-gay guys usually aren't my thing. He deep throated me and I got the signal he wanted to get fucked. My specialty. Always happy to satisfy. Always happy to see the reaction I get on entry. Richard frowned a little and grunted a couple of times and then pulled me all the way in. As I pumped I stroked.
“Stop, you'll make me come,” he warned. “I don't want to come yet.”
That part wasn't a hundred percent true. He did want to come, but he wanted to do it in me. I don't normally get fucked when I first meet a dude, but I pulled out just short of coming myself and lay back for a breather. He was on me. Not aggressively, but relentlessly. Little pressures, little advances, and then it was inevitable. I relaxed. I let him. The teasing went so far and then I wanted him. Did I really say “Fuck me”? I think I did. I think I meant it. His dick was huge. There's gonna be blood, I thought. He was considerate; he slow-fucked me until I got used to him. I was ready, really ready. And then he pulled out.
Roles changed. I was back in him and it felt twenty times better than before. I kissed him. He laughed before pulling me back for another. “I didn't think you were the kissin' kind,” he said and kissed me some more. I was shaking I was so close to erupting. I pulled out. I didn't want to come yet; I wanted to make it last longer.
He took the initiative. The next time he entered me I almost came. My cock was a fuckin' faucet of slickness. I was sweating again. I heard myself moaning. Finally I couldn't take it. “Make me cum! MAKE ME CUM!” A couple more thrusts by him, a couple strokes on my cock; and we both came and then collapsed, still hooked together.
Our breathing slowed. We relaxed and took deeper breaths. I felt his rigidity relax and start to slide slowly out of my ass. I looked at him, wondering what would come next.
“Jiminy Fucking Christmas!” he suddenly exclaimed and hopped to his feet grabbing for his clothes. “You don't mind if I fuck and run, do you?” He didn't care what I might answer; he quickly finished and was about to leave. I lay on the bed not sure what to do. He looked at me and smiled, “You are the most beautiful naked Viking I've ever seen. I almost love you.” He turned and left.
“Almost” was the killer. If he hadn't said “almost” I could have laughed it all off. A quick fuck. A quick GREAT fuck even. I could have smiled, showered again, and moved on. “Almost” brought back the hard memories, the memories of Otis. I needed a drink before I went to work. A terrible idea, but I needed the relief I could bring. I hadn't thought of Otis in a long time. I thought I was over him; but I felt my heart break again. I would have a couple shots of bourbon. I would go to Subway and arrange to fuck red-headed, always-willing what's-his-name tonight. And I would try to forget.
“I love you, Vince. This is almost perfect,” Otis had said. “It is perfect, Otis,” I told him and hugged him like I never wanted to let him go. “Almost,” repeated Otis. And then an hour later he was shot dead.
“I don't know, Latham. I really like living here. It's convenient to everything. I can walk to work. Nice neighbors. The dude in the Subway is convenient when no one else is ...”
“We've got to do something. Racer thought it would be cool to own the place after Mrs. Lucketts died, and … well, it's skyrocketed in value being right in the middle of Warrenton. We're under pressure to DO something. I know you like it; we like living here, too; but the city wants to see something better done with the property. It's a lot of land for six apartment units and one little house.”
“Good memories ...” I couldn't help thinking of all the guys I'd fucked in that little bedroom.
“I know. Me, too. Think about it. An investment company, the one Racer and I use, might take the two units next to ours for their office. It would still be quiet at night.”
“Well … it's Racer's place. I guess he can do what he wants ...”
“But you're not thrilled. I can tell,” Latham said.
“I don't like it when things change.”
“Who does?” Latham agreed with a smile. “Here they are now.”
I watched Latham go to greet the investment company people. Damn, he's fine. Racer gets all the good ones. Two dudes got out of the small sedan. The guy driving looks gay from a hundred miles away; the other one was pretty normal. Damn, why do I assume straight is normal? What's wrong with being gay?
“Vince, you want to come look, too?” Latham called to me. I nodded and he introduced me to the rental prospects. Richard, the gay one, was funny.
“You should be the centerfold of 'Viking Magazine'. You're gorgeous!” he said. “There is no 'Viking Magazine', of course,” he explained without making me feel totally stupid. “I just want an excuse to get you naked.”
“All you have to do is ask; I'm easy that way.” I'm not sure why I said that. It's true; but still … Richard was taken aback by it and made no reply.
“We can take out the upstairs kitchen,” Latham explained when we got to the second floor unit. “No need, right? It would give you another work space. Would you want a stairway installed to connect the units? That would be harder, but if we reduced the size of the bathrooms – you wouldn't need bathtubs in an office, right?”
“Latham, we can't afford much right now. If that work would raise the rent, we can't afford it. Maybe someday, but not now.” Sanity spoken by the dude named George.
“We could buff up the outside. Make the entry to your units look more professional. That wouldn't cost much and it's something your landlord should do for you.”
“I'm glad you race cars, 'cause if you were a salesman, I'd be your best customer,” Richard flirted and flattered. I don't think he was really hittin' on Latham; it think he was just one of those naturally flirty guys. Everything was an opportunity or he made it like one.
“You're sold?” Latham asked.
“We should talk to Buddy,” George cautioned an eager Richard.
“Bullshit, he'll go for it. We won't all be peeing on his field of weeds any more. What's up there?” Richard pointed to a hatch opening in the ceiling. Latham couldn't answer him. “Well we have to know. It could be the ghost of Mrs. Lucketts.”
“No time. I have a meeting with our butcher friend,” George said.
“I'll stay and poke around some,” Richard said.
“I've got a ladder, if you want to look in the attic,” I volunteered. Twenty minutes later we were up in the unfinished and uninsulated attic. It contained nothing very interesting. An old chair. A mattress. Two lamps with torn shades. Assorted odds and ends. Even a very used looking artificial Christmas tree. And it was HOT. It must have been in the nineties in that attic. Sweat was pouring off me and climbng back down the ladder was a huge relief.
“All that sweat! Your body is very efficient,” Richard noted. He wasn't sweaty at all. “It's cause I'm skinny,” he explained. “I'm dry and you need a shower. Can I watch?”
It was a challenge, you know? Being dared to get naked. I like challenges. “My place has towels,” I challenged back.
In ten minutes we were in my bathroom naked. “You're not so skinny,” I told him. In fact he had a very fuckable ass and an amazing dick. We didn't bother drying off, headed right for the bed, and got busy with out hands. I really like stroking a guy's dick, not to make him come, at least not right away. I just like playing with it, sliding the skin up and down, seeing if I can squeeze a drop out of him. Richard reciprocated before taking me in his mouth. Yeah! He was good at it. Then I reciprocated, licking, sucking. I was surprised by how turned on I was. Obviously-gay guys usually aren't my thing. He deep throated me and I got the signal he wanted to get fucked. My specialty. Always happy to satisfy. Always happy to see the reaction I get on entry. Richard frowned a little and grunted a couple of times and then pulled me all the way in. As I pumped I stroked.
“Stop, you'll make me come,” he warned. “I don't want to come yet.”
That part wasn't a hundred percent true. He did want to come, but he wanted to do it in me. I don't normally get fucked when I first meet a dude, but I pulled out just short of coming myself and lay back for a breather. He was on me. Not aggressively, but relentlessly. Little pressures, little advances, and then it was inevitable. I relaxed. I let him. The teasing went so far and then I wanted him. Did I really say “Fuck me”? I think I did. I think I meant it. His dick was huge. There's gonna be blood, I thought. He was considerate; he slow-fucked me until I got used to him. I was ready, really ready. And then he pulled out.
Roles changed. I was back in him and it felt twenty times better than before. I kissed him. He laughed before pulling me back for another. “I didn't think you were the kissin' kind,” he said and kissed me some more. I was shaking I was so close to erupting. I pulled out. I didn't want to come yet; I wanted to make it last longer.
He took the initiative. The next time he entered me I almost came. My cock was a fuckin' faucet of slickness. I was sweating again. I heard myself moaning. Finally I couldn't take it. “Make me cum! MAKE ME CUM!” A couple more thrusts by him, a couple strokes on my cock; and we both came and then collapsed, still hooked together.
Our breathing slowed. We relaxed and took deeper breaths. I felt his rigidity relax and start to slide slowly out of my ass. I looked at him, wondering what would come next.
“Jiminy Fucking Christmas!” he suddenly exclaimed and hopped to his feet grabbing for his clothes. “You don't mind if I fuck and run, do you?” He didn't care what I might answer; he quickly finished and was about to leave. I lay on the bed not sure what to do. He looked at me and smiled, “You are the most beautiful naked Viking I've ever seen. I almost love you.” He turned and left.
“Almost” was the killer. If he hadn't said “almost” I could have laughed it all off. A quick fuck. A quick GREAT fuck even. I could have smiled, showered again, and moved on. “Almost” brought back the hard memories, the memories of Otis. I needed a drink before I went to work. A terrible idea, but I needed the relief I could bring. I hadn't thought of Otis in a long time. I thought I was over him; but I felt my heart break again. I would have a couple shots of bourbon. I would go to Subway and arrange to fuck red-headed, always-willing what's-his-name tonight. And I would try to forget.
“I love you, Vince. This is almost perfect,” Otis had said. “It is perfect, Otis,” I told him and hugged him like I never wanted to let him go. “Almost,” repeated Otis. And then an hour later he was shot dead.
EasyRory
JUB Addict
Chapter Forty-Seven – George
“What's with Richard? All he talks about is Jimmy Christmas.”
“I think he's in love,” Hollis answered.
“This morning he said JC is 'so handsome' four times in one conversation about hedging commodities.”
“He's in LOVE. I don't think he ever has been before, Not really.” Buddy sighed, over what I wasn't sure.
“What does JC think about this?” I persisted. The two of them shrugged. “Are they having sex?” More shrugs. “Fucking?” It bothered me; I couldn't let it go.
“Do they have to be fucking to be in love?” Buddy asked back. “It was a long time before Brandon and I get sexual. Tommy Lynn knew I was in love with him way before I did.”
“Tommy Lynn was dying. I swear dying people can read minds. My granddaddy, for instance, could ...” Hollis didn't finish; Richard joined us for lunch. He looked a shambles.
“So ...” I was going to launch into a pitch for moving the office into Racer's place but stopped as Richard sat.
“What? You're all looking guilty. Been talking about me?”
“Where are you coming from? You have some pine needles stuck in your shirt ...” Buddy reached over and pulled the needles loose.
“I was out to the Christmas land holding, soon to be the Christmas Tree Farm, helping Jimmy plant five hundred Arizona firs.”
“Is that all you were doing?” Hollis asked, getting him a glare from Richard.
“Arizona firs don't make good Christmas trees, I thought. Brandon said that ...”
“No, but they're fast growing. Cut 'em up and use 'em for decoration. Jimmy needs cash flow fast. Classic trees take longer.”
“About this long?” Hollis probed, holding his fingers wide apart.
With disgust, Richard replied, “I sucked his dick. Is that ok with you?”
“It's a little concerning,” I said. “Messin' with the customers ...”
“Euie does it! He's fuckin' that butcher's brains out every night!” Richard pushed back.
“Steve and Euie were a thing before Steve was a customer,” Buddy said.
“Tommy Lynn did it … for years!” Richard countered.
“Tommy's dead and times are different. We could get sued, Richard.” I thought I was being reasonable; Richard plainly did not.
“I have been to the farm precisely three times, at Jimmy's invitation. I have sucked his dick precisely six times, more or less at his invitation.”
“Jimmy Cums-Two-Times, we'll call him,” Hollis mused.
“The first time was once, the second time was twice, and today was three times, and the next time will be as often as he wants.”
“Three times, in one morning?” Hollis was awed. Richard just glared.
“Stop it, you two,” I ordered. “We're here to talk about moving to Racer's building.”
“The terms are very attractive,” Buddy jumped in before Hollis or Richard could say any more. “Did you look at it, Richard?”
“Some. I was preoccupied.”
Before Hollis could say anything I jumped in. “It's big enough, and it's almost free, and it's much more civilized. Professional. The clients won't think we're a circus act.”
“The Viking fucked you, right?” Hollis whispered to Richard.
“Hollis, I forgot the plans. They're in the car. Could you get them please?” I don't normally order Hollis around on menial tasks, but I needed Richard's attention. My look told him DO IT.
“Don't feel special; he fucked Mac, too,” Hollis whispered to Richard as he got up.
“Alright …” I got Richard to refocus on the needs of the business.
“Don't we need Will's approval? Shouldn't he have a say?” Buddy asked.
“I asked. He doesn't care. I think he's drinking again.”
“I tried,” Richard commented. “Another one of my punctured balloons. So, why not? What have we got to lose? Let's do it.”
“Telephones and computers are the main problem. There's no wiring to support the system we need.”
“Let's just do it. It can't be any worse than what we've got.” That was probably the most sane thing Richard had ever said.
Everything needed cleaning. Nothing worked the first time. Everybody helped with the dog labor, even Vince, who right out said he liked seeing sweating dudes with their shirts off. That comment added some sexual tension to the situation; Hollis commented that Euie and Mac looked pretty hot with their t-shirts plastered to their bodies, even before they took them off. Then he gave me his “only kidding” apology look and whispered that he thought I looked the best. He kissed me and squeezed my dick when he thought no one was looking.
“Stop it,” I cautioned.
“I love it,” he answered. “You want to see how much I love it?” He took my hand and placed it against the fullness of his erection. “I want to fuck you,” he whispered. “Right now. We could use Racer's place. No one is there.” He was squeezing my ass very persuasively. “Come on, let's do it!”
It's very hard to say no to someone you're in love with, who is sexily draped all over you, and who you are afraid will leave you. I was about to say it.
“Don't say no, please, don't.” His eyes begged me. His hands were on me. His worried look turned to a smile when I said nothing. “Come on … Hurry ...”
We went next door. Hollis found the key under a pot with a dead plant in it and opened the door. He was already pulling at his clothes. I watched him strip. His body's amazing. He came to me naked. He kissed me and in the same motion pushed me onto the couch. In between kisses he said, “Let's get you naked … I want to see your hot bod … Look at that cock! …” He sucked me and then moved lower, licking my asshole. Then he stopped and searched his pant's pockets. “Lube …” he explained. He resumed kissing me as his cock probed and then found my hole. Gently, so gently he pushed. Fifteen minutes ago I almost said no. Now I wanted him.
“Do it,” I whispered and then gasped as he entered me. Slow but steady, he filled me. His cock wasn't super long, but it was thick.
He smiled into my eyes, “You like that?' I was panting; I could only nod yes. His fat prick was hitting all the right places. I could see that the head of my dick was wet as each thrust made me leak a little juice. He wrapped his hand around my cock and stroked.
“Don't! I'll come!”
“I want you to come. That's why we're doing this.”
He's the only person I know who can joke while we fuck without breaking the mood. “Mmmm,” he sighed as I pulled his body against mine. I wet my thumbs and rubbed his nipples. He shouted, “FUCK!” as he began spurting into me.
I'm always blown away mentally when I get fucked. It's kind of like I come when Hollis does, whether I do or not. Hollis on the other hand gets energized by orgasm. He was up and half dressed while I was still awash in emotion.
“You know what we need?” he asked as he fastened his pants over his still half-hard dick. A small “ouch” was his only acknowledgment of the inconvenience. “We need a father figure like Tommy Lynn. Except one who doesn't fuck everybody. You know?”
He finished dressing and was ready for whatever would happen next. I thought he was going to walk out, but instead he looked at me and stopped in his tracks. He knelt by the side of the sofa and kissed me. “Rest up, GB. You're the top tonight.” He kissed me again in no hurry to end it.
“Why are you being so nice lately?” I asked him. I tried to make it sound like a joke, but he was and I wanted to know why.
“ 'Cause I like being your boyfriend and I want to keep on being your boyfriend.” He paused and looked directly at me. “I don't fuck around nearly as much as you think I do. Like the Viking, for example. Tempting, but I told him no.” He kissed me again and left.
“What's with Richard? All he talks about is Jimmy Christmas.”
“I think he's in love,” Hollis answered.
“This morning he said JC is 'so handsome' four times in one conversation about hedging commodities.”
“He's in LOVE. I don't think he ever has been before, Not really.” Buddy sighed, over what I wasn't sure.
“What does JC think about this?” I persisted. The two of them shrugged. “Are they having sex?” More shrugs. “Fucking?” It bothered me; I couldn't let it go.
“Do they have to be fucking to be in love?” Buddy asked back. “It was a long time before Brandon and I get sexual. Tommy Lynn knew I was in love with him way before I did.”
“Tommy Lynn was dying. I swear dying people can read minds. My granddaddy, for instance, could ...” Hollis didn't finish; Richard joined us for lunch. He looked a shambles.
“So ...” I was going to launch into a pitch for moving the office into Racer's place but stopped as Richard sat.
“What? You're all looking guilty. Been talking about me?”
“Where are you coming from? You have some pine needles stuck in your shirt ...” Buddy reached over and pulled the needles loose.
“I was out to the Christmas land holding, soon to be the Christmas Tree Farm, helping Jimmy plant five hundred Arizona firs.”
“Is that all you were doing?” Hollis asked, getting him a glare from Richard.
“Arizona firs don't make good Christmas trees, I thought. Brandon said that ...”
“No, but they're fast growing. Cut 'em up and use 'em for decoration. Jimmy needs cash flow fast. Classic trees take longer.”
“About this long?” Hollis probed, holding his fingers wide apart.
With disgust, Richard replied, “I sucked his dick. Is that ok with you?”
“It's a little concerning,” I said. “Messin' with the customers ...”
“Euie does it! He's fuckin' that butcher's brains out every night!” Richard pushed back.
“Steve and Euie were a thing before Steve was a customer,” Buddy said.
“Tommy Lynn did it … for years!” Richard countered.
“Tommy's dead and times are different. We could get sued, Richard.” I thought I was being reasonable; Richard plainly did not.
“I have been to the farm precisely three times, at Jimmy's invitation. I have sucked his dick precisely six times, more or less at his invitation.”
“Jimmy Cums-Two-Times, we'll call him,” Hollis mused.
“The first time was once, the second time was twice, and today was three times, and the next time will be as often as he wants.”
“Three times, in one morning?” Hollis was awed. Richard just glared.
“Stop it, you two,” I ordered. “We're here to talk about moving to Racer's building.”
“The terms are very attractive,” Buddy jumped in before Hollis or Richard could say any more. “Did you look at it, Richard?”
“Some. I was preoccupied.”
Before Hollis could say anything I jumped in. “It's big enough, and it's almost free, and it's much more civilized. Professional. The clients won't think we're a circus act.”
“The Viking fucked you, right?” Hollis whispered to Richard.
“Hollis, I forgot the plans. They're in the car. Could you get them please?” I don't normally order Hollis around on menial tasks, but I needed Richard's attention. My look told him DO IT.
“Don't feel special; he fucked Mac, too,” Hollis whispered to Richard as he got up.
“Alright …” I got Richard to refocus on the needs of the business.
“Don't we need Will's approval? Shouldn't he have a say?” Buddy asked.
“I asked. He doesn't care. I think he's drinking again.”
“I tried,” Richard commented. “Another one of my punctured balloons. So, why not? What have we got to lose? Let's do it.”
“Telephones and computers are the main problem. There's no wiring to support the system we need.”
“Let's just do it. It can't be any worse than what we've got.” That was probably the most sane thing Richard had ever said.
Everything needed cleaning. Nothing worked the first time. Everybody helped with the dog labor, even Vince, who right out said he liked seeing sweating dudes with their shirts off. That comment added some sexual tension to the situation; Hollis commented that Euie and Mac looked pretty hot with their t-shirts plastered to their bodies, even before they took them off. Then he gave me his “only kidding” apology look and whispered that he thought I looked the best. He kissed me and squeezed my dick when he thought no one was looking.
“Stop it,” I cautioned.
“I love it,” he answered. “You want to see how much I love it?” He took my hand and placed it against the fullness of his erection. “I want to fuck you,” he whispered. “Right now. We could use Racer's place. No one is there.” He was squeezing my ass very persuasively. “Come on, let's do it!”
It's very hard to say no to someone you're in love with, who is sexily draped all over you, and who you are afraid will leave you. I was about to say it.
“Don't say no, please, don't.” His eyes begged me. His hands were on me. His worried look turned to a smile when I said nothing. “Come on … Hurry ...”
We went next door. Hollis found the key under a pot with a dead plant in it and opened the door. He was already pulling at his clothes. I watched him strip. His body's amazing. He came to me naked. He kissed me and in the same motion pushed me onto the couch. In between kisses he said, “Let's get you naked … I want to see your hot bod … Look at that cock! …” He sucked me and then moved lower, licking my asshole. Then he stopped and searched his pant's pockets. “Lube …” he explained. He resumed kissing me as his cock probed and then found my hole. Gently, so gently he pushed. Fifteen minutes ago I almost said no. Now I wanted him.
“Do it,” I whispered and then gasped as he entered me. Slow but steady, he filled me. His cock wasn't super long, but it was thick.
He smiled into my eyes, “You like that?' I was panting; I could only nod yes. His fat prick was hitting all the right places. I could see that the head of my dick was wet as each thrust made me leak a little juice. He wrapped his hand around my cock and stroked.
“Don't! I'll come!”
“I want you to come. That's why we're doing this.”
He's the only person I know who can joke while we fuck without breaking the mood. “Mmmm,” he sighed as I pulled his body against mine. I wet my thumbs and rubbed his nipples. He shouted, “FUCK!” as he began spurting into me.
I'm always blown away mentally when I get fucked. It's kind of like I come when Hollis does, whether I do or not. Hollis on the other hand gets energized by orgasm. He was up and half dressed while I was still awash in emotion.
“You know what we need?” he asked as he fastened his pants over his still half-hard dick. A small “ouch” was his only acknowledgment of the inconvenience. “We need a father figure like Tommy Lynn. Except one who doesn't fuck everybody. You know?”
He finished dressing and was ready for whatever would happen next. I thought he was going to walk out, but instead he looked at me and stopped in his tracks. He knelt by the side of the sofa and kissed me. “Rest up, GB. You're the top tonight.” He kissed me again in no hurry to end it.
“Why are you being so nice lately?” I asked him. I tried to make it sound like a joke, but he was and I wanted to know why.
“ 'Cause I like being your boyfriend and I want to keep on being your boyfriend.” He paused and looked directly at me. “I don't fuck around nearly as much as you think I do. Like the Viking, for example. Tempting, but I told him no.” He kissed me again and left.
Hi, Rory.
I apologize. I must have missed this post (46)then I've been off more than on lately.
This was a powerful chapter.
The memories of Otis are so bittersweet.
Thanks.
I apologize. I must have missed this post (46)then I've been off more than on lately.
This was a powerful chapter.
The memories of Otis are so bittersweet.
Thanks.
Man, I've missed your stories, Rory.
GREAT intimacy and hot sex.
You make it so I can feel it.
GREAT intimacy and hot sex.
You make it so I can feel it.
EasyRory
JUB Addict
Thanks DQ. Hope nothing bad's been happening.
EasyRory
JUB Addict
Chapter Forty-Eight - Euie
I thought I'd get to work early since I was going to Richmond for a butcher shop opening
around noon and I had some paperwork to catch up on. I got to the upstairs former bedroom that Mac and I were using for an office and was surprised to see Mac tilted back in his chair with his eyes closed. Must have been an all-nighter, I thought and tried to be as silent as possible to let the poor guy get some sleep. Then I heard a moan and it wasn't a moan of pain.
“Mac?” I inquired. “You ok?”
“Whuh … Huh???” He sat up sputtering. A head popped up behind his desk. A head belonging to a naked man. Ok, not necessarily naked, but no shirt.
“He's getting a blow job, if that's ok,” the talking head said to me. “Lie back, let me finish,” the head said to Mac.
“Euie ...” Mac struggled. The head rose higher and revealed a lot of nicely muscled back.
“Lie back, I said. I need the money.”
I looked away and headed out of the room. “I'll be back in twenty minutes.”
“Ten will be enough,” the unknown voice said.
I went to the 24/7 diner, 'Quickie' it was called, that had replaced a Subway that used to be at the end of Racer's parking lot and got a coffee and a sticky bun. The red-headed proprietor set the order in front of me and kept staring. “You're new,” he announced to me; nobody else was there at 7:30AM. “You living in Mrs. Luckett's?”
“She died, I think. No, I work there. We converted one of the apartments to an office.”
“An office. Huh! Well, why not? You know everybody who lives there is gay, right?”
“I didn't know that.” He was still staring at me.
“It's true.” He paused for a breath. “I should know.” He paused again with a 'wait for it' expectancy. “They've all fucked me.”
“Really!” I wasn't expecting that. “All of them …”
“I'm pretty sure. It was good for business. You know, give the customer what he wants and he comes back. A little diddling on the side. Is that something you'd be in for? 'Cause you look a little gay. No offense! If you're not, I mean.”
“I am a little gay; but, no, it's not something I'd be in for.”
“Well, tell your friends, ok? Business is kinda slow at this time of day.” He was still staring at me, but not as hungrily.
“I'd think business would be great at 7:30 in the morning. Good coffee, by the way.”
“Lot of business at 6, then the early people head into Washington. The locals come in around nine. I'm pretty much free in between. Tell your friends,” he repeated. He looked at his watch and mumbled seven forty-five. “You want anything more? 'Cause I'm expecting a special customer about now.” He hung a “Be back at 8:30” sign on the door as I left.
As I turned toward the office, a UPS truck sped out of the lot; the driver was fully clothed and waved at me. I waved back and watched him take a corner at a truck-tipping speed. Must have to make up for lost time, I thought. Then a small car pulled in and parked next to Quickie. Oh my God! Will Perry got out of the Benz coupe and went into the diner!
“The UPS guy?” I said to Mac when I got back to my desk.
“He needed fifty dollars. A loan he said. I'll probably never see the fifty again, but it was a good BJ. Don't look so surprised! We're not all engaged to a rich butcher.”
“We're not engaged. Not exactly. We have an understanding, that's all. He is getting rich, though. And … another thing. Have you been to the Quickie?”
“The red-head? Been there, fucked him … He's actually pretty good. Haven't you been paying attention? We've been here in the new office a week already.”
At that point the phone rang and Mac took it. He spoke in hushed tones and I tried not to listen. It didn't matter. All I heard was yes and ok and uh-huh and a very precise 4PM. Then Mac looked out the window and checked his watch.
“8:20AM on the dot and our boy Will leaves the diner looking drunk. Sex-drunk or is he hitting the hootch again? Hmm?” He turned to me. “Not looking for an answer, just speculating. If he was drinking, I don't think he'd be out the door at 8:20 every time.”
“You know, I don't criticize, but … it's a pity. He's got so much potential.” I felt sorry for Will but Mac wasn't having it.
“Potential doesn't put food on the table; he's got a trust fund for that. Potential does get you laid, though. People always expect the good-looking guy is gonna be worth it. And sometimes he is, just not in Will's case.” Mac grinned, “You, on the other hand … You seeing Steve today?” I nodded. Tell him Momma LUVVED the stewed pork chops.”
“Momma being you?”
“Momma being my MOTHER! She's got a place near Linton Hall now and a new boyfriend and, yes, I'm a little jealous.” Mac smiled. “Am I keeping you from work?”
“A little, but I lead such a quiet life now, I'm glad to hear about randy red-heads and hot UPS drivers and happy Mommas.”
“You know, for a while there I thought the Lesbians had all the UPS jobs locked up; so it's nice to see a little diversity and inclusiveness comin' back, me being formerly black and all.”
“Speaking of which, the UPS driver ...”
“He can pass, can't he? He's a quarter black and a half white and part he's not sure of. It worked out nice for him though, didn't it? He's a hot little boy. It turned out I had met him a while ago, but he looked different then and I didn't remember him. He remembered me, though. I was flattered.”
“Why are you sounding wistful then?”
“His dick is a little bit ….”
“Whose dick is a little bit?” a cheery Hollis bounding up the stairs wanted to know. “Are you talking about me again?” he demanded as he entered the room.
“No, the UPS driver.”
“Ok,” I said putting away one file and picking up another. “I'm going to Baltimore to meet a dude from Philly. He's looking for a little money to expand his meat business.”
“So he's the one with the 'little' problem,” Hollis winked.
“Kind of. He slaughters and packs meat for high end butchers. Steve introduced me to him. He's too small for J. P. Morgan and too big for his local credit union. Just right for us, maybe.”
“Are you gonna fuck him?”
“Hollis, sometimes business is just business.”
“You're right – if the client is near death.”
Hollis has the ability to talk shit without pissing people off. He's really good at it. You're never sure if he's serious or not. Not even George can tell all the time.
In the case of the meat packer, I hoped he was young and straight and ugly. Steve had never met him in person and didn't know much about him except that he sold super-prime meat. He didn't sound like an old guy on the phone. Just a reasonable voice with a few weird Philly vowels to it. He could have been twenty or fifty for all I knew.
Damn. The Beltway was gridlock. Is that possible if it's not a grid? It was belt-locked. The GPS showed solid red from 66 all the way past Laurel. I paid attention to the radio. “ … and hazmat teams are on the way but can't get through the traffic. The inner-belt is stopped and the outer belt is slowed the flames and smoke. Not good in either direction, Marcia. Back to you ...”
I called my client. “Roger, I'm going to be late. There's a fire on the Beltway and ...”
“Easy, turn around and take US-15 to Frederick. I'm already there. Meet me at the Community Bridge. You know that one? The one with the trompe-l'oeil murals?”
“On Carroll Creek, right?”
“Yes. I'm wearing a dark blue shirt.”
About forty-five minutes later, violation of all the speed laws got me to Frederick and a parking spot on All Saints Street. I walked to the pathway along the creek and looked at the bridge, all raw concrete painted to resemble a fanciful garden scene. Oh, shit. Blue shirt. He's gorgeous.
I thought I'd get to work early since I was going to Richmond for a butcher shop opening
around noon and I had some paperwork to catch up on. I got to the upstairs former bedroom that Mac and I were using for an office and was surprised to see Mac tilted back in his chair with his eyes closed. Must have been an all-nighter, I thought and tried to be as silent as possible to let the poor guy get some sleep. Then I heard a moan and it wasn't a moan of pain.
“Mac?” I inquired. “You ok?”
“Whuh … Huh???” He sat up sputtering. A head popped up behind his desk. A head belonging to a naked man. Ok, not necessarily naked, but no shirt.
“He's getting a blow job, if that's ok,” the talking head said to me. “Lie back, let me finish,” the head said to Mac.
“Euie ...” Mac struggled. The head rose higher and revealed a lot of nicely muscled back.
“Lie back, I said. I need the money.”
I looked away and headed out of the room. “I'll be back in twenty minutes.”
“Ten will be enough,” the unknown voice said.
I went to the 24/7 diner, 'Quickie' it was called, that had replaced a Subway that used to be at the end of Racer's parking lot and got a coffee and a sticky bun. The red-headed proprietor set the order in front of me and kept staring. “You're new,” he announced to me; nobody else was there at 7:30AM. “You living in Mrs. Luckett's?”
“She died, I think. No, I work there. We converted one of the apartments to an office.”
“An office. Huh! Well, why not? You know everybody who lives there is gay, right?”
“I didn't know that.” He was still staring at me.
“It's true.” He paused for a breath. “I should know.” He paused again with a 'wait for it' expectancy. “They've all fucked me.”
“Really!” I wasn't expecting that. “All of them …”
“I'm pretty sure. It was good for business. You know, give the customer what he wants and he comes back. A little diddling on the side. Is that something you'd be in for? 'Cause you look a little gay. No offense! If you're not, I mean.”
“I am a little gay; but, no, it's not something I'd be in for.”
“Well, tell your friends, ok? Business is kinda slow at this time of day.” He was still staring at me, but not as hungrily.
“I'd think business would be great at 7:30 in the morning. Good coffee, by the way.”
“Lot of business at 6, then the early people head into Washington. The locals come in around nine. I'm pretty much free in between. Tell your friends,” he repeated. He looked at his watch and mumbled seven forty-five. “You want anything more? 'Cause I'm expecting a special customer about now.” He hung a “Be back at 8:30” sign on the door as I left.
As I turned toward the office, a UPS truck sped out of the lot; the driver was fully clothed and waved at me. I waved back and watched him take a corner at a truck-tipping speed. Must have to make up for lost time, I thought. Then a small car pulled in and parked next to Quickie. Oh my God! Will Perry got out of the Benz coupe and went into the diner!
“The UPS guy?” I said to Mac when I got back to my desk.
“He needed fifty dollars. A loan he said. I'll probably never see the fifty again, but it was a good BJ. Don't look so surprised! We're not all engaged to a rich butcher.”
“We're not engaged. Not exactly. We have an understanding, that's all. He is getting rich, though. And … another thing. Have you been to the Quickie?”
“The red-head? Been there, fucked him … He's actually pretty good. Haven't you been paying attention? We've been here in the new office a week already.”
At that point the phone rang and Mac took it. He spoke in hushed tones and I tried not to listen. It didn't matter. All I heard was yes and ok and uh-huh and a very precise 4PM. Then Mac looked out the window and checked his watch.
“8:20AM on the dot and our boy Will leaves the diner looking drunk. Sex-drunk or is he hitting the hootch again? Hmm?” He turned to me. “Not looking for an answer, just speculating. If he was drinking, I don't think he'd be out the door at 8:20 every time.”
“You know, I don't criticize, but … it's a pity. He's got so much potential.” I felt sorry for Will but Mac wasn't having it.
“Potential doesn't put food on the table; he's got a trust fund for that. Potential does get you laid, though. People always expect the good-looking guy is gonna be worth it. And sometimes he is, just not in Will's case.” Mac grinned, “You, on the other hand … You seeing Steve today?” I nodded. Tell him Momma LUVVED the stewed pork chops.”
“Momma being you?”
“Momma being my MOTHER! She's got a place near Linton Hall now and a new boyfriend and, yes, I'm a little jealous.” Mac smiled. “Am I keeping you from work?”
“A little, but I lead such a quiet life now, I'm glad to hear about randy red-heads and hot UPS drivers and happy Mommas.”
“You know, for a while there I thought the Lesbians had all the UPS jobs locked up; so it's nice to see a little diversity and inclusiveness comin' back, me being formerly black and all.”
“Speaking of which, the UPS driver ...”
“He can pass, can't he? He's a quarter black and a half white and part he's not sure of. It worked out nice for him though, didn't it? He's a hot little boy. It turned out I had met him a while ago, but he looked different then and I didn't remember him. He remembered me, though. I was flattered.”
“Why are you sounding wistful then?”
“His dick is a little bit ….”
“Whose dick is a little bit?” a cheery Hollis bounding up the stairs wanted to know. “Are you talking about me again?” he demanded as he entered the room.
“No, the UPS driver.”
“Ok,” I said putting away one file and picking up another. “I'm going to Baltimore to meet a dude from Philly. He's looking for a little money to expand his meat business.”
“So he's the one with the 'little' problem,” Hollis winked.
“Kind of. He slaughters and packs meat for high end butchers. Steve introduced me to him. He's too small for J. P. Morgan and too big for his local credit union. Just right for us, maybe.”
“Are you gonna fuck him?”
“Hollis, sometimes business is just business.”
“You're right – if the client is near death.”
Hollis has the ability to talk shit without pissing people off. He's really good at it. You're never sure if he's serious or not. Not even George can tell all the time.
In the case of the meat packer, I hoped he was young and straight and ugly. Steve had never met him in person and didn't know much about him except that he sold super-prime meat. He didn't sound like an old guy on the phone. Just a reasonable voice with a few weird Philly vowels to it. He could have been twenty or fifty for all I knew.
Damn. The Beltway was gridlock. Is that possible if it's not a grid? It was belt-locked. The GPS showed solid red from 66 all the way past Laurel. I paid attention to the radio. “ … and hazmat teams are on the way but can't get through the traffic. The inner-belt is stopped and the outer belt is slowed the flames and smoke. Not good in either direction, Marcia. Back to you ...”
I called my client. “Roger, I'm going to be late. There's a fire on the Beltway and ...”
“Easy, turn around and take US-15 to Frederick. I'm already there. Meet me at the Community Bridge. You know that one? The one with the trompe-l'oeil murals?”
“On Carroll Creek, right?”
“Yes. I'm wearing a dark blue shirt.”
About forty-five minutes later, violation of all the speed laws got me to Frederick and a parking spot on All Saints Street. I walked to the pathway along the creek and looked at the bridge, all raw concrete painted to resemble a fanciful garden scene. Oh, shit. Blue shirt. He's gorgeous.
EasyRory
JUB Addict
Chapter Forty-Nine - Jimmy Christmas
How did we get from Lesson One to a what? A relationship? It was all supposed to be fun. Just foolin' around. Feelin' good. No complications; and money, eventually. Lesson One, when he got me hard in his office. That was a good beginning. I thought maybe he would jack me off, but he didn't. I would have let him; in fact I would have begged him, since I was getting exactly zero sex from the ladies. Just feeling his hand on me was hot. But no, it didn't go any farther.
I kind of obsessed about it for days afterwards. I could replay in my head the whole scene and then let those mental dreams run while I jacked off. Reality was jackin' off was all I ever did. I had one terrible blowjob from a chick who had no idea what she was doing and I had fucked one chick when I had no idea what I was doing. And that was my sexual history except for a wide variety of ways to masturbate.
So when Richard came to the farm that day with the Christmas trees to plant all I could think about was finding some way to get his hand back on my dick. He never made a move, though; I had to do it. It happened in the field.
“Remember in your office when you grabbed my cock and said that was Lesson One?”
“I didn't grab it. I stroked it, slight pressure, gently.”
“Yeah, ok, so you said that was Lesson One. What would Lesson Two be?”
“You would come, probably before you got your pants off.” He stood up from his planting and looked at me directly.
“That's Lesson Two?” I stood up.
“No, Lesson Two would be learning how to wash your pants. You're filthy,” he said lookin' me up and down.
“I didn't have anything to wear for field work. These were my Daddy's. They haven't been washed in … years, I guess.”
“They don't fit you too well either. It's kind of interesting I can see your dick outlined in denim. Aren't you wearing any underwear?”
“I was, but these overalls are too tight. I took 'em off.”
He smiled and reached out, unhooking one of the shoulder straps. The bib fell down on one side. He touched my nipple and then pinched it gently. I sucked in a lungful of air and said his name, “Richard ...”
“Yes, Jiminy Christmas?” He gently put his hand on my cock and we both felt it respond. He unhooked the other shoulder strap and the bib fell down, but because the overalls were kinda tight, they hung around my waist. He popped a side button and they started to fall. I grabbed to keep them up.
“We can't be doin' this out in the open!” I could hear way too much panic in my voice. I knew it wasn't because somebody might see us. There was nobody for near a mile. It was cold feet. I told myself if I ever got the chance I'd do it. I'd totally let a queer blow me. But now that the time is here, I'm all nervous. I could feel sweat trickle down my sides. My confined dick hurt as it got harder. He popped the other waist button and the back of the overalls fell down. My ass was hangin' out!
“Turn around,” Richard ordered. “Nice ass,” he commented and squeezed me. “Now do you want a blow job or not?” I turned around, still holding the front of the overalls tightly. He was smiling. “You're cute,” he said and knelt in front of me. “Let go,” he said and the last shred of my modesty fell away. “If you're wearing a watch, time it.” At first I felt his breath, then warmth and wetness.
Forty-two seconds later I squeezed my eyes shut and came in his mouth. I looked down and he looked up. “Wow,” we both said. He helped me back into my overalls and said, “We got two more rows of trees to plant.”
An hour later we walked back to the house and sat on the porch waiting for the rain. There were gray clouds in the west slowly moving towards us. “So that was Lesson Three. Did you get everything?” he asked me. The question was quiet; no pressure.
“I liked it, if that's what you mean.”
“What I mean is, if you missed anything, we could try it again.”
“Are you serious?” He nodded yes. I stood and dropped the coveralls. “Go for it!”
And he did. It was less frantic this time. It all felt just as good, but it was like slow motion. Things built slowly and then the pace picked up. I was getting close when we heard the sound of a horn honkin' and saw an old pickup come tearing up the drive.
Richard chuckled and said, “Better put your clothes on, big guy.” Which I did. There really wasn't much hurry. It's a long drive.
“Jimmy! Jimmy!” she cried. “I need your help. Momma Essie has fallen and I can't get her up by myself.
“Susie? Is that you?”
“Yes, of course, who else would it be?”
“Better go help her,” Richard said. “I'll take care of things here.”
And he did. I got back after settin' Momma Essie back on her pins and found all the field tools washed and put away in the shed and a note telling me to buy a washing machine. Susie had invited me to stay for dinner, but I said I was busy. Not! I just wanted to relive the blow job. Of course I ended up jackin' off, which was way less satisfactory than Richard's mouth had been. Once you know better, good enough just doesn't hack it.
It's hard to tell you how excited I was two days later when Richard arrived with a load of fertilizer and a new set of overalls. “Try 'em on,” he said. “See it I got the right size.” Overalls only come in two sizes. Too big and too small. These were a little too big. “Comfort factor,” Richard commented. He unhooked the straps and gave me a blow job on the spot. All business. I wanted to enjoy the left overs of the orgasm but he was there to work. And not just on me. “Come on,” he urged. “We got manure to spread.”
“Manure isn't what you want to spread on young trees.” I'm not totally stupid, right?
“Ok, acid and urea, then. It smells the same.”
He was right about that. I guess the fertilizer guys have decided that manure is what people want to smell, makes 'em think it's good for the plants; so manure is what acid and that urea stuff smells like.
“My friend Buddy's lover is a professional gardener and he said not to fertilize at all. But I told him your place hadn't been worked in a long time and the soil was kinda red, so he said use a little of this stuff and dig it in with a rake so it doesn't run off. And then just let water do the rest.”
We did and he blew me again when we were done. And a third time that night. And I don't know if the next morning counts as four or if you start over at dawn.
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“So that's pretty much the story, Hollis. Lots and I mean LOTS of blow jobs.”
“Do you ever give one back?” Hollis wouldn't look at me when he asked that.
“Course I do! I'm no one-way Charlie!”
“Ok, and do you like doing it?” He still wouldn't look at me.
“Well, it's not so bad. I don't gag much any more except when he comes.”
“Is your dick hard talkin' about it?” His gaze was fixed on the Bud Lite sign over the cash register.
“No, I mean, we're only talkin', right? Is yours?”
“A little,” he answered, looking right at me. “Do you blow him because you want to … need to? Or because it's the fair thing to do?”
“I ...” What a question! “I … uh … I don't know.”
“Well, as long as what you're doing is ok with both of you, I don't see the problem.” Hollis took a big swig from his longneck.
“The problem is … I think I want to fuck him. And I think he wants me to.”
Hollis looked at me with astonishment and then a big smile. “How is that a problem, Jimmy?”
“I have no idea how to do it … no clue at all. I barely know how to fuck a chick.”
“Jimmy, my boy, I think I can help you out. Yep, old Hollis can definitely help you out.”
How did we get from Lesson One to a what? A relationship? It was all supposed to be fun. Just foolin' around. Feelin' good. No complications; and money, eventually. Lesson One, when he got me hard in his office. That was a good beginning. I thought maybe he would jack me off, but he didn't. I would have let him; in fact I would have begged him, since I was getting exactly zero sex from the ladies. Just feeling his hand on me was hot. But no, it didn't go any farther.
I kind of obsessed about it for days afterwards. I could replay in my head the whole scene and then let those mental dreams run while I jacked off. Reality was jackin' off was all I ever did. I had one terrible blowjob from a chick who had no idea what she was doing and I had fucked one chick when I had no idea what I was doing. And that was my sexual history except for a wide variety of ways to masturbate.
So when Richard came to the farm that day with the Christmas trees to plant all I could think about was finding some way to get his hand back on my dick. He never made a move, though; I had to do it. It happened in the field.
“Remember in your office when you grabbed my cock and said that was Lesson One?”
“I didn't grab it. I stroked it, slight pressure, gently.”
“Yeah, ok, so you said that was Lesson One. What would Lesson Two be?”
“You would come, probably before you got your pants off.” He stood up from his planting and looked at me directly.
“That's Lesson Two?” I stood up.
“No, Lesson Two would be learning how to wash your pants. You're filthy,” he said lookin' me up and down.
“I didn't have anything to wear for field work. These were my Daddy's. They haven't been washed in … years, I guess.”
“They don't fit you too well either. It's kind of interesting I can see your dick outlined in denim. Aren't you wearing any underwear?”
“I was, but these overalls are too tight. I took 'em off.”
He smiled and reached out, unhooking one of the shoulder straps. The bib fell down on one side. He touched my nipple and then pinched it gently. I sucked in a lungful of air and said his name, “Richard ...”
“Yes, Jiminy Christmas?” He gently put his hand on my cock and we both felt it respond. He unhooked the other shoulder strap and the bib fell down, but because the overalls were kinda tight, they hung around my waist. He popped a side button and they started to fall. I grabbed to keep them up.
“We can't be doin' this out in the open!” I could hear way too much panic in my voice. I knew it wasn't because somebody might see us. There was nobody for near a mile. It was cold feet. I told myself if I ever got the chance I'd do it. I'd totally let a queer blow me. But now that the time is here, I'm all nervous. I could feel sweat trickle down my sides. My confined dick hurt as it got harder. He popped the other waist button and the back of the overalls fell down. My ass was hangin' out!
“Turn around,” Richard ordered. “Nice ass,” he commented and squeezed me. “Now do you want a blow job or not?” I turned around, still holding the front of the overalls tightly. He was smiling. “You're cute,” he said and knelt in front of me. “Let go,” he said and the last shred of my modesty fell away. “If you're wearing a watch, time it.” At first I felt his breath, then warmth and wetness.
Forty-two seconds later I squeezed my eyes shut and came in his mouth. I looked down and he looked up. “Wow,” we both said. He helped me back into my overalls and said, “We got two more rows of trees to plant.”
An hour later we walked back to the house and sat on the porch waiting for the rain. There were gray clouds in the west slowly moving towards us. “So that was Lesson Three. Did you get everything?” he asked me. The question was quiet; no pressure.
“I liked it, if that's what you mean.”
“What I mean is, if you missed anything, we could try it again.”
“Are you serious?” He nodded yes. I stood and dropped the coveralls. “Go for it!”
And he did. It was less frantic this time. It all felt just as good, but it was like slow motion. Things built slowly and then the pace picked up. I was getting close when we heard the sound of a horn honkin' and saw an old pickup come tearing up the drive.
Richard chuckled and said, “Better put your clothes on, big guy.” Which I did. There really wasn't much hurry. It's a long drive.
“Jimmy! Jimmy!” she cried. “I need your help. Momma Essie has fallen and I can't get her up by myself.
“Susie? Is that you?”
“Yes, of course, who else would it be?”
“Better go help her,” Richard said. “I'll take care of things here.”
And he did. I got back after settin' Momma Essie back on her pins and found all the field tools washed and put away in the shed and a note telling me to buy a washing machine. Susie had invited me to stay for dinner, but I said I was busy. Not! I just wanted to relive the blow job. Of course I ended up jackin' off, which was way less satisfactory than Richard's mouth had been. Once you know better, good enough just doesn't hack it.
It's hard to tell you how excited I was two days later when Richard arrived with a load of fertilizer and a new set of overalls. “Try 'em on,” he said. “See it I got the right size.” Overalls only come in two sizes. Too big and too small. These were a little too big. “Comfort factor,” Richard commented. He unhooked the straps and gave me a blow job on the spot. All business. I wanted to enjoy the left overs of the orgasm but he was there to work. And not just on me. “Come on,” he urged. “We got manure to spread.”
“Manure isn't what you want to spread on young trees.” I'm not totally stupid, right?
“Ok, acid and urea, then. It smells the same.”
He was right about that. I guess the fertilizer guys have decided that manure is what people want to smell, makes 'em think it's good for the plants; so manure is what acid and that urea stuff smells like.
“My friend Buddy's lover is a professional gardener and he said not to fertilize at all. But I told him your place hadn't been worked in a long time and the soil was kinda red, so he said use a little of this stuff and dig it in with a rake so it doesn't run off. And then just let water do the rest.”
We did and he blew me again when we were done. And a third time that night. And I don't know if the next morning counts as four or if you start over at dawn.
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“So that's pretty much the story, Hollis. Lots and I mean LOTS of blow jobs.”
“Do you ever give one back?” Hollis wouldn't look at me when he asked that.
“Course I do! I'm no one-way Charlie!”
“Ok, and do you like doing it?” He still wouldn't look at me.
“Well, it's not so bad. I don't gag much any more except when he comes.”
“Is your dick hard talkin' about it?” His gaze was fixed on the Bud Lite sign over the cash register.
“No, I mean, we're only talkin', right? Is yours?”
“A little,” he answered, looking right at me. “Do you blow him because you want to … need to? Or because it's the fair thing to do?”
“I ...” What a question! “I … uh … I don't know.”
“Well, as long as what you're doing is ok with both of you, I don't see the problem.” Hollis took a big swig from his longneck.
“The problem is … I think I want to fuck him. And I think he wants me to.”
Hollis looked at me with astonishment and then a big smile. “How is that a problem, Jimmy?”
“I have no idea how to do it … no clue at all. I barely know how to fuck a chick.”
“Jimmy, my boy, I think I can help you out. Yep, old Hollis can definitely help you out.”
Good times, down on the farm!
Man, can I cum, too?!
Man, can I cum, too?!
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More changes in my life - meaning I probably have time to write again. Is anybody interested in me wrapping this one up? Or should I start something new?
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Thanks, Chaz. I'll give it a go.
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Ok, I'm reading (and correcting typos and illogical parts) of the existing story. It's a lot funnier than I thought but also a lot less sexy. Maybe I just don't write "sexy" well. We'll see what happens when I get it caught up.
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Chapter Fifty - Evan
“The trouble with sexual awakenings is once you're awake and your initial curiosity is satisfied, you need more.” I off my jacket and looked around the table.
“Not getting' enough, huh?” Richard smirked. “Evan, sweetie, that is a life-long condition for most people. You better get used to it.”
“Pay him no mind, Evan. Beer?” Mac offered me the pitcher and an empty glass and watched while I poured a full glass with just the right amount of head on top. “And just why are you in such a down mood, Richard?”
“I wish my heart could leave my memories alone,” Richard answered with the ring of both honesty and archness.
“Why … that's almost poetic. Did you come up with that?” Buddy asked.
“Of course not,” Richard muttered. “Like everything profound, it's a song lyric. But this is Evan's first visit. You know what happens on first visits.”
“You're supposed to tell us about your first sexual experience,” Brandon proposed. “It's fairly humiliating; but we're basically all friends.”
“Vertical Sandra!” Euie chuckled, giving Brandon a pat on the shoulder.
Soooo … I told them about my two visits to the horse farm trying to make it as sexless as possible. I failed. Mac was especially sympathic.
“You poor baby. My God, it's practically HUMAN TRAFFICING! If he weren't such a good customer, I'd ...”
“You'd what?” demanded Richard. “Offer him YOUR ass instead? We're all adults here. Sex happens. You have to be ready for it. Make the most of it.” Which was about the smartest thing I ever heard Richard say, then or ever.
“Exactly. I knew what was up. Why would some rich fifty year-old dude invite ME to look at his horses at ten PM at night. I knew what was probably going to happen. And, come on, it was only a blow job.”
“The first time,” Euie noted without judging me.
“Right. And I went back on my own. Nobody forced me. I'm not the victim here. I wanted it, more or less.”
“Me, too. I wanted Buddy the minute I met him. It just took me longer to figure it out.” Brandon blushed saying this; it's real easy to like Brandon.
“So the REAL point of my stable story is: the foreman Phil? I think he wants to take over where his boss left off.” It was more than just a thought; I was pretty sure Phil was interested. “He invited me to come and look at the pictures.”
“Whoa!!! That puts a different kink in the cable. You gonna do it?”
“I don't know, Euie. Would you?”
“I've done much dumber things,” Euie answered.
“Me, too,” Mac said.
“This Phil person, is he hot?” Richard asked.
“Nice body … a little older … seems decent enough ...” That was what I said; was that what I really thought? I wasn't sure.
“By older, you mean fifty, like his bossman?”
“I mean thirty, maybe, like Brandon.” I quickly turned to Brandon. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean you're OLD old.”
“I'm older than thirty,” Brandon smiled back.
At that point Rayner joined the table. With no introduction, he said to Richard, “I thought you were fuckin' around with Jiminy Crickets tonight.”
“Jimmy Christmas,” Richard replied. “We finished early.”
I waited for Rayner to say something nasty about premature ejaculation, but he didn't. He signaled Charleen, “Double vodka tonic, please,” he called out. “Where's Hollis? I want to go back to school and I was hoping he could drive cause ...” Charleen brought the drink and Rayner drained it. “ … cause I'm not quite sober. “Another, Charleen, please.”
“Hollis and George are with a client,” Richard said, which earned him a glare from Rayner.
“Hey, Evan, didn't expect to see you here!” Phil said cheerfully, coming up to the table. I offered him a chair and invited him to sit with us. “Can't, thanks. You want to see those photos, let me know, hey?” he waved and went to the door.
“Uh-huh! Yes, he's hot,” said Mac.
“Smokin' !” Euie grinned.
“I'd say, the way he checked you out, he sure likes you,” Buddy added. Brandon nodded in agreement.
“Probably tougher than he looks; but I'd say what's left of your virtue is safe with him,” Rayner said. “Unless, of course, you like being ravaged. I know I do,” he glared at Richard again.
“Uh … Rayner, I'll drive you back to school if you want, 'cept I got my car. What do we do with yours?”
“Shove it up his needy asshole? Just a suggestion.”
“What is going on with you two?” Buddy demanded looking from Richard to Rayner and back. “You're making it uncomfortable for everybody.”
“Sure let's go,” Rayner said and tossed his car keys on the table. “Somebody take care of this for me?”
I put my jacket on. Rayner hard never taken his off. I held him steady as he rose to his feet. “You want to fuck me?” he asked as we turned to go.
“He's joking,” I said to a dude at the next table who overheard the invitation. “Rayner, jeez! This is a straight place!” I whispered. He didn't answer until we were on the road to Harrisonburg.
“So, you want to fuck me? Hollis said you were real eager.”
“You don't know what you're saying,” I answered.
“Or, I could fuck you. That's a possibility. I haven't had THAT much to drink. I can still get it up. I think ...” He attempted to unzip and show me but zippers can be troublesome after a bunch of drinks. He fumbled and fiddled with his clothes, succeeding in getting just one shirt button undone. “Well, SHEE-UT ...” With that he fell asleep.
Normally I would take 64 and 81 and we would be back at school in about an hour and a half; but with a snoring drunk in the car I decided to take the local roads and go slowly. It was almost three hours until we got to school. “Rayner, wake up. We're here.”
“Mmm. Hmm? Wha? Wow, you're hot!”
“Rayner, I'm Evan. We're back at school. Come on. Let's go into the dorm.”
“I know you're Evan. You're still hot.” He shook his head and then decided that was a mistake. “Ouch … aspirin … that's what I need. You weren't always hot, though. Just lately. What changed?” He gave me a little squeeze as we lurched toward the building. “Nice body. Did you fuck me? I can't tell.”
“What? No!”
I thought I could dump him in his room but he wanted a coffee. I didn't want any caffeine but something fizzy would do. So we went to the student union and took our chances at getting what we wanted from the vending machines. The machines actually worked and delivered what we wanted. In Rayner's case it was the coffee and a a couple of pills. “Should I get the hangover preventive or the hangover cure?” He got both. After the pills went down he decided I could share my giant chocolate-chip cookie with him. He ate most of it. At this point, he seemed slightly buzzed but otherwise ok.
“So … that helped.” He ate the last of my cookie and grinned. “Uh … You want to fuck me? Last chance offer.” He studied my face. “I'm serious, Evan. Here's your chance.”
“Rayner, you're still half-buzzed. You don't know what you're doing.”
“I know exactly what I'm doing, but ok. See you another time.”
I watched him walk almost steadily out of the union. Glancing around, I noticed a guy giving me a look. I gave him a polite smile, thinking maybe some other time. I felt slightly virtuous getting into bed. Alone. Thoughts of Phil came to mind. What would sex be like with him? Would I ever know? I started to drift away into sleep when I heard a tentative knock on the door.
“You look nice almost naked,” Rayner said. “I don't want to sleep alone. Can I stay with you?”
I don't know why even I hesitated. Yes, I let him in. Yes, I fucked him. Twice, in fact; the second time was in the morning. It seemed pretty hot to me, but I didn't have much experience, just one time to compare it with. He was much better than my stable experience.
“Not bad. Not bad at all,” Rayner said getting dressed in the morning. “Obviously you're new at this, but not bad at all. Beautiful body, too, Evan. And I don't say that to everybody. The trouble is ...”
“What?”
“The trouble is I think I love Richard. God-damn it. That miserable, fucking, selfish, skinny, big-dicked, effeminate, son of a bitch who doesn't give a shit about me.” Rayner scowled and pulled his jacket on. “This isn't gonna mess you up, or anything, is it?”
“Me, no. We're good.”
“The trouble with sexual awakenings is once you're awake and your initial curiosity is satisfied, you need more.” I off my jacket and looked around the table.
“Not getting' enough, huh?” Richard smirked. “Evan, sweetie, that is a life-long condition for most people. You better get used to it.”
“Pay him no mind, Evan. Beer?” Mac offered me the pitcher and an empty glass and watched while I poured a full glass with just the right amount of head on top. “And just why are you in such a down mood, Richard?”
“I wish my heart could leave my memories alone,” Richard answered with the ring of both honesty and archness.
“Why … that's almost poetic. Did you come up with that?” Buddy asked.
“Of course not,” Richard muttered. “Like everything profound, it's a song lyric. But this is Evan's first visit. You know what happens on first visits.”
“You're supposed to tell us about your first sexual experience,” Brandon proposed. “It's fairly humiliating; but we're basically all friends.”
“Vertical Sandra!” Euie chuckled, giving Brandon a pat on the shoulder.
Soooo … I told them about my two visits to the horse farm trying to make it as sexless as possible. I failed. Mac was especially sympathic.
“You poor baby. My God, it's practically HUMAN TRAFFICING! If he weren't such a good customer, I'd ...”
“You'd what?” demanded Richard. “Offer him YOUR ass instead? We're all adults here. Sex happens. You have to be ready for it. Make the most of it.” Which was about the smartest thing I ever heard Richard say, then or ever.
“Exactly. I knew what was up. Why would some rich fifty year-old dude invite ME to look at his horses at ten PM at night. I knew what was probably going to happen. And, come on, it was only a blow job.”
“The first time,” Euie noted without judging me.
“Right. And I went back on my own. Nobody forced me. I'm not the victim here. I wanted it, more or less.”
“Me, too. I wanted Buddy the minute I met him. It just took me longer to figure it out.” Brandon blushed saying this; it's real easy to like Brandon.
“So the REAL point of my stable story is: the foreman Phil? I think he wants to take over where his boss left off.” It was more than just a thought; I was pretty sure Phil was interested. “He invited me to come and look at the pictures.”
“Whoa!!! That puts a different kink in the cable. You gonna do it?”
“I don't know, Euie. Would you?”
“I've done much dumber things,” Euie answered.
“Me, too,” Mac said.
“This Phil person, is he hot?” Richard asked.
“Nice body … a little older … seems decent enough ...” That was what I said; was that what I really thought? I wasn't sure.
“By older, you mean fifty, like his bossman?”
“I mean thirty, maybe, like Brandon.” I quickly turned to Brandon. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean you're OLD old.”
“I'm older than thirty,” Brandon smiled back.
At that point Rayner joined the table. With no introduction, he said to Richard, “I thought you were fuckin' around with Jiminy Crickets tonight.”
“Jimmy Christmas,” Richard replied. “We finished early.”
I waited for Rayner to say something nasty about premature ejaculation, but he didn't. He signaled Charleen, “Double vodka tonic, please,” he called out. “Where's Hollis? I want to go back to school and I was hoping he could drive cause ...” Charleen brought the drink and Rayner drained it. “ … cause I'm not quite sober. “Another, Charleen, please.”
“Hollis and George are with a client,” Richard said, which earned him a glare from Rayner.
“Hey, Evan, didn't expect to see you here!” Phil said cheerfully, coming up to the table. I offered him a chair and invited him to sit with us. “Can't, thanks. You want to see those photos, let me know, hey?” he waved and went to the door.
“Uh-huh! Yes, he's hot,” said Mac.
“Smokin' !” Euie grinned.
“I'd say, the way he checked you out, he sure likes you,” Buddy added. Brandon nodded in agreement.
“Probably tougher than he looks; but I'd say what's left of your virtue is safe with him,” Rayner said. “Unless, of course, you like being ravaged. I know I do,” he glared at Richard again.
“Uh … Rayner, I'll drive you back to school if you want, 'cept I got my car. What do we do with yours?”
“Shove it up his needy asshole? Just a suggestion.”
“What is going on with you two?” Buddy demanded looking from Richard to Rayner and back. “You're making it uncomfortable for everybody.”
“Sure let's go,” Rayner said and tossed his car keys on the table. “Somebody take care of this for me?”
I put my jacket on. Rayner hard never taken his off. I held him steady as he rose to his feet. “You want to fuck me?” he asked as we turned to go.
“He's joking,” I said to a dude at the next table who overheard the invitation. “Rayner, jeez! This is a straight place!” I whispered. He didn't answer until we were on the road to Harrisonburg.
“So, you want to fuck me? Hollis said you were real eager.”
“You don't know what you're saying,” I answered.
“Or, I could fuck you. That's a possibility. I haven't had THAT much to drink. I can still get it up. I think ...” He attempted to unzip and show me but zippers can be troublesome after a bunch of drinks. He fumbled and fiddled with his clothes, succeeding in getting just one shirt button undone. “Well, SHEE-UT ...” With that he fell asleep.
Normally I would take 64 and 81 and we would be back at school in about an hour and a half; but with a snoring drunk in the car I decided to take the local roads and go slowly. It was almost three hours until we got to school. “Rayner, wake up. We're here.”
“Mmm. Hmm? Wha? Wow, you're hot!”
“Rayner, I'm Evan. We're back at school. Come on. Let's go into the dorm.”
“I know you're Evan. You're still hot.” He shook his head and then decided that was a mistake. “Ouch … aspirin … that's what I need. You weren't always hot, though. Just lately. What changed?” He gave me a little squeeze as we lurched toward the building. “Nice body. Did you fuck me? I can't tell.”
“What? No!”
I thought I could dump him in his room but he wanted a coffee. I didn't want any caffeine but something fizzy would do. So we went to the student union and took our chances at getting what we wanted from the vending machines. The machines actually worked and delivered what we wanted. In Rayner's case it was the coffee and a a couple of pills. “Should I get the hangover preventive or the hangover cure?” He got both. After the pills went down he decided I could share my giant chocolate-chip cookie with him. He ate most of it. At this point, he seemed slightly buzzed but otherwise ok.
“So … that helped.” He ate the last of my cookie and grinned. “Uh … You want to fuck me? Last chance offer.” He studied my face. “I'm serious, Evan. Here's your chance.”
“Rayner, you're still half-buzzed. You don't know what you're doing.”
“I know exactly what I'm doing, but ok. See you another time.”
I watched him walk almost steadily out of the union. Glancing around, I noticed a guy giving me a look. I gave him a polite smile, thinking maybe some other time. I felt slightly virtuous getting into bed. Alone. Thoughts of Phil came to mind. What would sex be like with him? Would I ever know? I started to drift away into sleep when I heard a tentative knock on the door.
“You look nice almost naked,” Rayner said. “I don't want to sleep alone. Can I stay with you?”
I don't know why even I hesitated. Yes, I let him in. Yes, I fucked him. Twice, in fact; the second time was in the morning. It seemed pretty hot to me, but I didn't have much experience, just one time to compare it with. He was much better than my stable experience.
“Not bad. Not bad at all,” Rayner said getting dressed in the morning. “Obviously you're new at this, but not bad at all. Beautiful body, too, Evan. And I don't say that to everybody. The trouble is ...”
“What?”
“The trouble is I think I love Richard. God-damn it. That miserable, fucking, selfish, skinny, big-dicked, effeminate, son of a bitch who doesn't give a shit about me.” Rayner scowled and pulled his jacket on. “This isn't gonna mess you up, or anything, is it?”
“Me, no. We're good.”
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Chapter Fifty-One Richard
“What has inspired six-packs at work?” Euie asked Mac.
“Six packs? You talkin' abs or beer?” Mac asked back.
“The fridge is full of beer. It never has been before.”
“We … those of us who feel so inclined … are having a beer or two after work because I obviously can't go to our usual bar without causing comment,” I patiently explained.
“Why not, Richard?”
“Euie, my dear, because I look like a walking ad for Johnson and Johnson.” He continued looking at me blankly. “The gauze? The adhesive? The bruises? I swear I'm surrounded by idiots. Why haven't you even asked about it?”
“I figure you're entitled to your privacy.”
“A near-death experience? With visible wounds? And you're calling it a matter of confidentiality?”
“You'll tell us when you're ready. Does it hurt a lot?” Euie continued to study the paper before him.
“Richard, I asked and you acted like I was being nosy. So I warned Euie not to mention anything about … uh … your appearance.”
“The patch over your eye is actually kind of distinguished looking. Like you're a retired spy or something. I hope I look as good when I'm your age.” He made the comment sound so innocent.
“Euie! I'm two years older than you!”
My words made him look up and smile at me. I tried and failed to find a scintilla of irony in his painfully handsome face. Suddenly the pain in my head was as bad as my appearance and I needed one of my magic pills. In the bathroom I fumbled and watched one of them slowly roll around the basin and vanish down the drain. Damn. And the sadist-doctor would only give me ten of them a week. As unexpectedly as the pain had come on, I sobbed. At least my tear ducts worked. I pulled myself together and wiped my face as gently as I could. A glance at the mirror showed me again the horror of my face. Nobody was going to notice I had been crying. I left the bathroom and went for a beer even though it was just three in the afternoon.
Mac looked at my beer but said nothing. Euie was on the phone reading bond serial numbers to someone no doubt as bored as he was. I sipped and then took a bigger swallow. They're not bad guys; I owe them an explanation. Euie ended his call and glanced my way.
“Ok, I dropped my morphine pill down the drain and I only have four left. I didn't want to use another one. So I thought maybe a beer would,” I shrugged, “ kill the pain. Ok?”
“Sure, Richard, makes sense to me.” Mac was understanding and Euie, still on the phone, nodded in agreement without saying a word.
“I'll tell you about it when we quit, if you want to hang around.” They both nodded uncritically and I tried to read a fund prospectus. Instead of assessing investment objectives, the mess I had made of my life replayed itself over and over. At three forty-five I got three cans of beer and gave one to Mac and one to Euie. “Let's call the day over. My face? Jimmy Christmas did it. Mostly by accident, I think.” Was it really? “At least I think it was by accident.”
They both made sympathetic noises and waited for more. How much should I tell them? All of it?
“This is the dude you're sort of nuts about, right?” Mac asked.
“Who said I'm nuts about him? I never said that!”
“Except you're running up five hundred miles a week commuting to West Virginia. And you talk about him every chance you get. And he is kind of hot in that short-a-brain-cell-or-two West Virginia kind of way.” Euie enumerated his points on his fingers.
“There's NOTHING wrong with his brain. He just didn't get to school much. Or if he did it wasn't a good school and maybe the teacher sucked.”
“So you wouldn't be his first then,” Mac commented. I'm pretty sure he was joking, but it's hard to tell with Mac sometimes.
The three of us sat sipping and looking at each other. I spoke up. “Alright. I admit he's hot. And yes, after a very slow start, we've been fooling around a little. And I WAS his first, first male, that is. He's had some problems with women. He's shy.”
“So you helped him out. That's ok. Kind of nice actually. A blow job now and then?”
“It started with a hand job. It took weeks to work up to blow jobs. And then … well, after a long day working the trees, he broke out a bottle of … moonshine, I guess. He said it was from the next farm. Anyway, we both got pretty fried and he passed out. What? It wasn't MY fault.”
“Didn't say anything, No criticism,” Euie answered. Mac wasn't as straight-faced; he was grinning.
“So … I got him into his bed and it just seemed natural to fool around a little. And … with the booze and all, I … er … maybe fucked him a little. Just a little, you know, more of an ass-massage than a real fuck. And he didn't seem to mind. He was pretty cooperative. Letting me bend him into pretzel almost.”
“Pretzel. Right,” nodded Euie.
Well, his legs kept flopping around, so I braced them on my chest and held his arms, packing him into a ball, kind of. And then … I couldn't help myself. I went in a little deeper. And he didn't seem to mind. Just a little moan. It didn't even sound like a complaint. So I went a little deeper ...”
“With the dong of death,” Mac chuckled.
“It's not that big! It would have been fine if I hadn't slipped and just jammed it in all the way. But still he didn't complain, he just groaned a little. He opened his eyes and looked at me. And then pushed with his legs and I crashed into the radiator. Face first. That' how it happened.”
“Oh my God! What did he do then?”
“He groaned again, rolled over, and went back to sleep.”
Finally I had shut them up. They just sat with their mouths open. Fuckin' Euie. It really annoys me that every expression on his face is attractive. He could make faces all day and you still want to kiss him.
“So that's the story.”
We heard the sound of steps on the stairs. The outer door opened and a voice called out. “Hey? Anybody here?”
“We're in here,” Mac called out.
I knew who it was, of course. Jimmy walked in and briefly started at me. He gave a half nod half chin-thrust greeting to Mac and Euie, looked back to me and said, “You comin?”
I grabbed a jacket and walked ahead of him out the door. I was sure Mac and Euie saw the pat on my ass Jimmy administered.
“What has inspired six-packs at work?” Euie asked Mac.
“Six packs? You talkin' abs or beer?” Mac asked back.
“The fridge is full of beer. It never has been before.”
“We … those of us who feel so inclined … are having a beer or two after work because I obviously can't go to our usual bar without causing comment,” I patiently explained.
“Why not, Richard?”
“Euie, my dear, because I look like a walking ad for Johnson and Johnson.” He continued looking at me blankly. “The gauze? The adhesive? The bruises? I swear I'm surrounded by idiots. Why haven't you even asked about it?”
“I figure you're entitled to your privacy.”
“A near-death experience? With visible wounds? And you're calling it a matter of confidentiality?”
“You'll tell us when you're ready. Does it hurt a lot?” Euie continued to study the paper before him.
“Richard, I asked and you acted like I was being nosy. So I warned Euie not to mention anything about … uh … your appearance.”
“The patch over your eye is actually kind of distinguished looking. Like you're a retired spy or something. I hope I look as good when I'm your age.” He made the comment sound so innocent.
“Euie! I'm two years older than you!”
My words made him look up and smile at me. I tried and failed to find a scintilla of irony in his painfully handsome face. Suddenly the pain in my head was as bad as my appearance and I needed one of my magic pills. In the bathroom I fumbled and watched one of them slowly roll around the basin and vanish down the drain. Damn. And the sadist-doctor would only give me ten of them a week. As unexpectedly as the pain had come on, I sobbed. At least my tear ducts worked. I pulled myself together and wiped my face as gently as I could. A glance at the mirror showed me again the horror of my face. Nobody was going to notice I had been crying. I left the bathroom and went for a beer even though it was just three in the afternoon.
Mac looked at my beer but said nothing. Euie was on the phone reading bond serial numbers to someone no doubt as bored as he was. I sipped and then took a bigger swallow. They're not bad guys; I owe them an explanation. Euie ended his call and glanced my way.
“Ok, I dropped my morphine pill down the drain and I only have four left. I didn't want to use another one. So I thought maybe a beer would,” I shrugged, “ kill the pain. Ok?”
“Sure, Richard, makes sense to me.” Mac was understanding and Euie, still on the phone, nodded in agreement without saying a word.
“I'll tell you about it when we quit, if you want to hang around.” They both nodded uncritically and I tried to read a fund prospectus. Instead of assessing investment objectives, the mess I had made of my life replayed itself over and over. At three forty-five I got three cans of beer and gave one to Mac and one to Euie. “Let's call the day over. My face? Jimmy Christmas did it. Mostly by accident, I think.” Was it really? “At least I think it was by accident.”
They both made sympathetic noises and waited for more. How much should I tell them? All of it?
“This is the dude you're sort of nuts about, right?” Mac asked.
“Who said I'm nuts about him? I never said that!”
“Except you're running up five hundred miles a week commuting to West Virginia. And you talk about him every chance you get. And he is kind of hot in that short-a-brain-cell-or-two West Virginia kind of way.” Euie enumerated his points on his fingers.
“There's NOTHING wrong with his brain. He just didn't get to school much. Or if he did it wasn't a good school and maybe the teacher sucked.”
“So you wouldn't be his first then,” Mac commented. I'm pretty sure he was joking, but it's hard to tell with Mac sometimes.
The three of us sat sipping and looking at each other. I spoke up. “Alright. I admit he's hot. And yes, after a very slow start, we've been fooling around a little. And I WAS his first, first male, that is. He's had some problems with women. He's shy.”
“So you helped him out. That's ok. Kind of nice actually. A blow job now and then?”
“It started with a hand job. It took weeks to work up to blow jobs. And then … well, after a long day working the trees, he broke out a bottle of … moonshine, I guess. He said it was from the next farm. Anyway, we both got pretty fried and he passed out. What? It wasn't MY fault.”
“Didn't say anything, No criticism,” Euie answered. Mac wasn't as straight-faced; he was grinning.
“So … I got him into his bed and it just seemed natural to fool around a little. And … with the booze and all, I … er … maybe fucked him a little. Just a little, you know, more of an ass-massage than a real fuck. And he didn't seem to mind. He was pretty cooperative. Letting me bend him into pretzel almost.”
“Pretzel. Right,” nodded Euie.
Well, his legs kept flopping around, so I braced them on my chest and held his arms, packing him into a ball, kind of. And then … I couldn't help myself. I went in a little deeper. And he didn't seem to mind. Just a little moan. It didn't even sound like a complaint. So I went a little deeper ...”
“With the dong of death,” Mac chuckled.
“It's not that big! It would have been fine if I hadn't slipped and just jammed it in all the way. But still he didn't complain, he just groaned a little. He opened his eyes and looked at me. And then pushed with his legs and I crashed into the radiator. Face first. That' how it happened.”
“Oh my God! What did he do then?”
“He groaned again, rolled over, and went back to sleep.”
Finally I had shut them up. They just sat with their mouths open. Fuckin' Euie. It really annoys me that every expression on his face is attractive. He could make faces all day and you still want to kiss him.
“So that's the story.”
We heard the sound of steps on the stairs. The outer door opened and a voice called out. “Hey? Anybody here?”
“We're in here,” Mac called out.
I knew who it was, of course. Jimmy walked in and briefly started at me. He gave a half nod half chin-thrust greeting to Mac and Euie, looked back to me and said, “You comin?”
I grabbed a jacket and walked ahead of him out the door. I was sure Mac and Euie saw the pat on my ass Jimmy administered.
