In Praise of Hanes

[EasyRory]

Chapter Thirty-Three

“BECAUSE … I … NEVER … FUCKED … HER! … That's how I know I'm not the father!”

“WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU MARRY HER THEN?” There was no question Frank could out-shout me. I had never seen him so agitated.

I shrugged and sought the words to explain. “She needs someone ...”

“OBVIOUSLY SHE HAD SOMEONE! LET HER MARRY THE FATHER!”

“It's not that easy, Frank. The father is unavailable and pretty much unsuitable.”

“Unavailable, unsuitable, but potent.”

“He has a huge dick. That was the appeal ... the challenge.”

“A huge ...” Frank was exasperated. “Did he fuck you, too?”

I tried to explain, but Frank was being so unreasonable. All I was trying to do was help out a friend in trouble and he acted like it was a personal vendetta of mine intended to sabotage our relationship.

“You always drive me crazy with insane explanations, Refo.”

“Have you been reading Wittgenstein? That was his complaint.” Frank looked mystified, so I quoted: “Philosophy is a battle against the bewitchment of our intelligence by means of language.”

“Don't change the subject.” He sounded gruff, but he was cooling off.

“I'm not. Old Ludwig was basically saying 'Fuck philosophy.' You look hot, you know, all naked and pissed off.”

Frank broke off the argument. “Are you hungry? I'm starving.” He reached for his clothes.

“Don't go yet. Come here. Please.” He flopped back down in the bed close but not touching me. “I still love you. You're the best thing in my life.” In response to that he pulled me on top of him, not saying anything. “Sex with you is the best, too.” I kissed and nibbled on his neck. “I'm not letting you go, Frank.” He kissed me.

“You're so fucked up, Refo.” His anger was much less. “How can you 'not let me go' if you're married to somebody else?”

“We'll have to work on that. We'll figure it out. She's not expecting a real marriage. She wants to give the kid a name and, for some reason, she's worried about appearances.”

“What about the appearance of being married to a gay man who is off fucking his boyfriend half the time? Has she thought about that?” Frank had a point; had Sarah thought about that?

“Oh, it will be way more than half the time.”

Frank sighed at that and I knew the storm had passed. We got up and he made omelets for dinner. He threw in a bunch of vegetables and some dandelion greens he found outside. It tasted great. Afterward he read one of his barn books and I logged into my work computer. I didn't get much done, however, because I kept checking on Frank.

Was he still pissed off at me? Was he not pissed off but not forgiving either? How could he bury his nose deeply in a book about old barns when I couldn't concentrate at all? Can he really partition things so neatly?

“What if ...” he began. I hoped it wasn't going to be more about Sarah Felsen. “... we worried less about historical accuracy and opened up something like half the barn with windows? I'm pretty much convinced this place has been so screwed with over the years that there's nothing notably historic left. Old doesn't mean historic, does it? In this case it just means a lot of rotten wood.”

“Old doesn't mean historic, I quoted back to him. More Wittgenstein.”

“Fuck … Wittgen-whatever.” He walked over to me with a strange look in his eye and just about ripped my shirt off. I figured I was forgiven, for the moment anyway. With few preliminaries, right there on the main room's floor, he fucked me. He wasn't brutal or punishing, but I guess I'd call it fierce and thorough and devastating. I felt drained when it was over, like I'd never need to come ever again. Of course I loved it - and now I was the one clinging to him. He owned me. I told him so.

“You own me.” I held him against me and tried to keep his cock from sliding out.

“You're a bargain … on the whole, worth every penny … more or less, the love of my life ... pretty much.” He slowly pumped his still hard cock slowly in and out in time to his teasing half praise. The pumping action grew painful. It wasn't his cock that hurt; it was his belt buckle. It was pinching my ass. I pushed it out of the way.

“I'm lying here naked and you didn't take your clothes off at all.” I wasn't complaining, just commenting on his doing nothing but shoving his pants half down his thighs..

“Hillbilly fuck. Expeditious. It get's the job done.” He shoved his pants down a little more and continued pumping slowly. I groaned, not from a sexual need, more from a glowing satisfaction, knowing that Frank didn't want to stop either.

“You gonna fuck me again?”

“I don't know, Reef. I'm not eighteen anymore.” He kissed me gently and kept slowly pumping. “I want to, though. I want to fuck you all night, and then make love again in the morning.”

“If you were eighteen, you wouldn't be fuckin' me. I don't want any beginners; I want you.” I wet my thumbs and rubbed his nipples.

“Oh fuck, Refo! MMMNN!” He increased the speed and depth of his thrusts. He was a sucker for nipple action.

I felt his breath quicken and the strength of his hold on me tightened. He was long-dickin' me, slamming all the way in and then pulling almost all the way out. I lay totally open for him. I checked my dick. It wasn't hard, but it was dribbling a lot. The feeling was amazing, like I was having mini-orgasms, not convulsive, much more like a daydream of delirium that went on and on until Frank came in me.

“Man, I'm wiped out,” Frank sighed as he rolled off me. His dick was soft before he pulled out of me. It lay across his belly, still red, still wet, but completely limp. With his clothes still on, it looked as if I had ravaged him instead of the other way around. I should have felt wiped out, too, but I didn't. I felt energetic, like a lab rat on speed. I could have made a hamster wheel go supersonic. I got up, took a shower, did the dinner dishes, and still wanted something to do. I called Carter.

“You surviving without me?” I asked when he picked up.

“Barely. You must lead an amazing life.” He sounded exhausted.

“What does that mean?”

“I'm getting laid a lot.” He chuckled and then resumed. “When are you coming back? Some things are getting … uh … complicated and you have a certified letter from Krol Farms, Inc.”

“Complicated? You're sounding dramatic.”

“More like a comedy. A lot of shouting … a lot of fucking … more to come … yeah, I'd say complicated is the right word. Uh … So, I met Sarah Felsen,” he added with an innocent musical note. “Is the kid yours?”

“THE KID IS NOT MINE! JEEZ! DO I SEEM THE TYPE?” I calmed myself down, hoping I hadn't stirred up Frank. “Sorry, your question struck a nerve. I'll see you in the morning.”

“I hope you get here in time. I'm not alone.”

“In time for what?”

“In time to get your friends out MY life and back into yours.”

I didn't feel like delving into any more mystery. My burst of energy was fading as quickly as it had arisen. Sleep was all I wanted. I went back into the bedroom and Frank was on his phone finishing a call to Charlie.

“I heard you say you're going into town tomorrow. I'll go with you. Charlie has a potential client he wants me to meet.”

“Sure ...” I snuggled close to him in the bed.

“I haven't showered. Do you mind if I smell a little used?” he asked.

“You smell like heaven ...” I was almost asleep and barely acknowledged his kiss.

The drive into town the next day gave me a chance to explain my arrangement with Sarah Felsen in calmer and clearer language. Frank still thought I was nuts but he looked at the arrangement as one that wasn't really definite, definitely not legal, and legally unenforceable. Telling him that I was fully prepared to hold up my end of the bargain would not have been useful, so I kept quiet.

“A big nothing. Well, it just might could turn out that way, Frank,” I told him.

I knew I was forgiven when he answered, “Might could does not take a modifier, Reef.”

“The local dialect is more complicated than I thought, professor.” I could not tell if he was joking or instructing me.

“Also y'all is not used for more than maybe four people. For more than that it becomes 'all of y'all'. As in 'Are all of y'all drunk?' when you're addressing the whole barroom. And some people say it shouldn't be used for only two. Two is 'you both'.”

“Are you kidding?”

“No.” But he was smiling; I still wasn't sure.

We got to the house and climbed the stairs to my floor. I opened the door with my key and saw Carter sitting in his underwear, sipping coffee and looking harried.

“Shh! Want some coffee?” he asked quietly, waving his own cup in the air.

“Why so quiet?” I asked.

Charlie appeared naked in the bedroom door and said, “Carter? ...Oh ...” He backed away and closed the door.

“You slept with Charlie?” I asked in astonishment.

“I had to. His life is the biggest mess east of Pittsburgh and I've never heard so many complaints. Bitch, bitch, bitch … I had to fuck him to shut him up! And then Lucien arrived! And that isn't all! That fitness trainer Jawan called and ...”

“What about the certified letter?” I interjected.

“Oh, yeah …” He riffled through a bunch of ads and pulled out a slim buff colored business sized envelope. “Here.”

I opened it. The amount on the check said $17,675.50 – for photographic services during the month of July. My eyes strained to read the amount again. I barely heard Frank asking if Carter had met Sarah Felsen. The reaction was unexpected.

“SARAH FUCKING FELSEN!” Carter snarled.

“Carter, don't start that again!” Charlie said entering the room fully dressed this time. He turned to Frank and me. “Sarah Felsen this ... Sarah Felsen that." Charlie turned to Frank in disgust. "You know I had to fuck him last night to shut him up.”

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
A great chapter, as things start to coalesce.
I'm not quite sure what else to say, lol.

Have a great week, and enjoy the festivities, even if you aren't one of the main foci.

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter Thirty-Four


“Hello, Linda … I got a check for ...”

“Per your contract, Refo. An initial fee and then a 'per-click' royalty. I believe the amount is correct.” Linda Krol's voice left me little room for dispute over the phone.

“I'm not questioning the amount. I'm wondering why it's so huge.”

“Well, we decided to roll out the private brand ahead of Thanksgiving - you'd be surprised how many people have chicken for Thanksgiving - and your version of the blue hen is on every package. Plus the promotional material, of course; and then we used it in the test of a television ad, but that's only being shown in Wilmington and Philadelphia, so that amount isn't very much. You can check the accounting if you want.” She knew the amount was a surprise to me; I could hear the mischief behind her sober accounting.

“It's too much.” Frank heard me and rolled his eyes at my scruples.

“It's what your contract stipulates,” the Krol Farms vice-president countered. “It's perhaps generous, but I was hoping you might do a little something extra for me.” Ah-hah! The kicker! “I was hoping you could keep an eye on Butch and maybe let me know how he's doing now and then. I understand he stays at your house sometimes.”

“Nominally he's my roommate; but he's not here much. Of course, neither am I lately.”

“I know. He's in Florida again. Such a busy young man.” It was clear from her remark that I wasn't her only set of eyes on Butch.

“I like him. I'd try to help him anyway. I suspect he isn't in a business that's very paternalistic.”

“I'm not asking you to intervene. He's so touchy and resentful about that. Just watch and let me know how he's doing. Would that be possible?”

“Well all I know so far is he's working for a porn ...”

“Such a hard word. I don't suppose we could call it acting, could we?”

“We could, but nobody else will.” I wondered if I was being too direct with someone who's instincts are benign and grandmotherly, whether or not the bloodline was in fact real.

“Yes.” She echoed the bleakness of my comment.

“I did see him after his first trip south, Linda, and he had no complaints about … um … working conditions or the people he was working with. He was perfectly willing to go back. No gun to his head or anything. He has a new haircut; it looks good on him.”

“Could you send me a picture?” She sounded desolate.

“Of course ...” I heaved a sigh when the call ended, glad I wasn't in Linda's position.

“Refo … you NEVER give the money back. You negotiate … you give away some future services but you always keep the money!” Frank looked at me in dismay; my business skills disappointed him.

“Nobody ever paid me for having fun taking pictures before, Frank. And nobody ever paid me that much for doing so little.”

“You're talented,” he said and pulled me into his lap. “I'd be willing to pay you seventeen thousand dollars for ...” He whispered a sex act into my ear.

“Really? Is that what you like best?”

“What do you think?” He kissed me and then grinned. I kissed him back and felt his dick flex under me. He added, “I like it best, but not often. Ok?”

“I will fuck you 'til you come, but not often,” I promised.

“It almost never happened before, but with you, Reef … I'm dripping every time you look at me.” I pulled myself out of his embrace and stood up, inspecting his jeans. I pinched what I figured was the tip of his cock and watched a small area of cloth darken. “See?” he commented.

“Oh, for God's sake! Get a room, you two.” Charlie had been in the kitchen and was walking to the bedroom.

“We have a room. I believe it's my room we're in! My house … my room … I pay the rent ...”

Charlie heaved a huge sigh. “Technicalities! What has this got to do with my broken heart?”

“You're not acting very heart-broken,” Frank observed.

“Yes, well … that Carter is a cutie, but his residual charm will wear off by noon. And then I'll be devastated, again, by that cousin of yours.” Charlie's face softened, “Sweet Mike …” He entered the bedroom and abruptly scolded Carter, “Why couldn't you be a sweet Virginia boy?”

Carter came out of the bedroom dressed for the lab. “What's wrong with being a sweet Ohio boy?” he asked me. “Articulate, instead of mush-mouthed.”

“Careful!” I warned him. “My favorite mush-mouth is sitting right here.”

Charlie and Frank left together to meet Charlie's client and potential customer for Frank. I changed clothes and talked to Carter through the open door.

“So … you and Charlie?” I asked him.

“Yeah … it was for lack of something better to do. For both of us, I think. I was so pissed off at Lucien ...”

“Lucien? It sounded like you were pissed off at Sarah Felsen.”

“No, at Lucien. He's fucking Sarah Felsen.”

Unaccountably I felt a pang of hurt. He's fucking my almost wife? The future wife who I'd never fuck? I shouldn't have cared, but I did. Lucien and Sarah? Yes, she liked his looks. Who wouldn't? But …

“Apparently being pregnant sets girls off. Nothing to worry about. They can fuck with mad abandon,” Carter suggested. “I understand that. But Lucien … I just don't get it. Yes, our relationship, if you could call it that, was ...” He groped for a word. “... strained. But I figured …” He left me hanging.

“What did you figure?”

“That he needed me. He does need me; but maybe not enough.”

“So what, Carter. I thought you were over him.”

“He's the best sex I've ever had,” Carter explained. “But it's … difficult for both of us.”

“I don't get it. Where's the difficulty?” Frank's straightforward simplicity became more appealing to me every second Carter talked.

“He's straight. Lucien hates having sex with guys. Until he starts doing it, that is.”

“Huh?”

“He fights it. He fights me, literally; I have makeup covering a bruise near my lip. He fights until I get my dick in him. Then he's all needy and demanding. And if I keep going for a second time, he gets ROMANTIC!” Carter sounded both bewildered and delighted. “He's a fuckin' Swiss cuckoo clock, with a big dick. And when I'm with him, I gotta fuck him. I just gotta do it. He's that good for me.”

Carter's explanation made no sense. “Sounds like co-dependent cuckoo clocks; but … Sarah Felsen … what about her.”

“Yeah. So they're fucking. He's nuts about her. I don't mind that; he's been nuts over girls before. But, Refo, he's going to marry her.” He shook his head. “He's going to marry her knowing she's pregnant with some other guy's kid.”

“They're engaged?” I felt jilted; and it didn't feel good.

“Not officially. He's asked her. She's thinking it over.”

“When did he tell you this?”

“While he was putting the bandage on my lip, right after we fucked two nights ago.” Carter paused. “While he was in one of his ROMANTIC phases. Jeez. He sprang that shit on me just when I had to shove him out the door because Jawan was coming over. Did you know Jawan makes house calls?”

“Carter … what exactly does he think about you? Has he ever said?”

“He said I have promise. He thinks he could work with me and add a couple of inches to my chest and arms.” Carter looked at his reflection in a window and flexed a bicep.

“Not Jawan! Lucien!”

“He says I'm like a strange perfume. He can't forget me. Are you gonna stay here tonight? 'Cause I think I'm feeling a little horny.” He flexed both biceps and admired his image.

The short drive to the lab was annoying. Carter kept asking questions about Sarah Felsen. I had no answers for him. I was appalled to think that I seriously entertained the idea of marriage to someone I knew so little about. As we parked I ended his cross examination with the comment, “I don't know her middle name. I'll ask her.”

When I got to the lab, I asked her my question, not Carter's. “Are you marrying Lucien Oesch?”

She considered her answer. “Possibly. Probably. I'm thinking yes.”

“Sarah!” It hurt.

“I thought you'd be pleased,” she quailed.

“I am. But … I thought … I was getting used to the idea that … Your tits look great, by the way.” They did; full with a little jiggle. She was bursting out of her blouse.

“Refo, sweetie, I'll never forget that.” She laughed and kissed me with abandon. I was surprised how much I liked the feel of her tits against me; they marked the contrast with the empty vacancy of her pelvis. “Yes, I'm pretty sure I'm going to marry Lucien. You don't approve?”

What could I say? I spread my hands in confusion.

“He's nice to me, Refo. He's attentive and … alright, I'll say it. He's even romantic. Do you know what he said? We were in bed, afterward, you know? He said I'm like a strange and haunting perfume. He can't forget me.”

I tried not to react but I'm not good at that.

“Close your mouth, Refo,” Sarah told me. “You're such an innocent.”

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter Thirty-Five


I arrived home from the lab to chaos. Charlie was seated at the table in tears. Frank was on the sofa trying to calm Mike. Carter was seeking serenity with hands to his ears trying to do some exercises Jawan had prescribed. Butch was drinking what looked like orange juice and glowering at the scene from the kitchen door.

“What's going on?” I asked Carter, the closest apparently sentient being in the place and also closest to the front door.

“Press play,” he answered and nodded at the DVD player.

I picked up the remote and pressed. It took a while for the television screen to resolve into images I could recognize as Mike and Butch. They were smiling at the camera and obviously naked although no details were showing. Butch leaned toward Mike and seemed to be ready to plant a little kiss on his cheek when Charlie stormed across the room and snatched the remote from my hands.

“I can't watch it again,” he sobbed. “How could you?” he screamed at Mike.

“Ten thousand reasons, plus a contract,” Mike answered without apology.

“A sex contract is not binding,” Charlie groaned. “I told you that.”

“They have ways of making you think it is,” Butch commented. “Like turning you into alligator food.” My eyes widened and he said, “Florida,” as if that explained everything. “Face it Charlie: you don't mind that Mike did it – you mind that he LIKED it.”

I glanced at Carter who just shook his head and resumed performing his set of crunches.

“I mind that skanky hairdresser from Arlington,” Charlie shot back.

“Who's got you looking better than you ever did,” Butch replied.

“How do you know what I looked like when I was your age?”

“How does anyone know? That was before they invented cameras.”

“Mike had to fuck the hairdresser,” Carter explained for my benefit. “It's on the first cut of the CD. It's actually not bad porn.”

“HAD TO?” Charlie roared. “HAD TO?” Then he slumped back into the chair and threw the remote at the television. Well, tossed it, really. It bounced harmlessly along the carpet.

“Alright, alright!” Frank said and winked a hello to me. “What harm has been done? Really?”

“I got rug burn on my dick,” Mike said. “That third scene with Butch, on the floor ...”

“We don't need specifics,” Frank said, trying not to laugh.

“What about the fifth scene with Butch, when you told him you loved him?” Charlie lapsed into more sobs.

“I said I loved the way he rode up and down on me,” Mike answered.

“And that's why he's moving in at the farm,” Charlie croaked. I looked to Butch for confirmation and he raised his eyebrows in acknowledgment.

“I may need to watch this DVD,” I said to Carter.

“Go ahead. Make jokes, Refo ...” The assembly watched Charlie storm out of the house.

“Whew ...” Butch said, looking only at Mike. “You warned me this was going to be noisy.”

Mike stood and I was astonished by the subtle change in him. It was some new combination of maturity and confidence that radiated impressively. He walked deliberately over to Butch and hugged him. It was much more than a 'bro hug'. They talked quietly. I guess I could have overheard if I tried, but I didn't.

“What did I miss?” I asked Frank.

“Not much, it all replayed – for the millionth time - after you got here. By the way, the DVD was something Mike gave Charlie when he got here. I'm not sure if Charlie is going to want it … It's raw footage of what went on with our boys in Florida.” He nodded at Butch and Mike. “They got to know each other pretty well.”

“Mike fucked 'Lawrence of the Watergate'?” I asked, giving Larry his full title. Somehow that pairing interested me.

“They both did, separately, together, sequentially, simultaneously. It's a pretty hot scene. I don't know how you edit something like that without jacking off a dozen times,” Carter filled in.
“ I'm getting a little chub just thinking about it.”

It's impossible for someone to say something like that, to refer to his 'little chub' without the audience checking on his veracity. Frank and I both ascertained Carter was telling the truth and then looked at each other in a shared, slightly shameful conspiracy. Carter had more than a chub, from the looks of things. He was joking I guess. He was joking, I hope, when he responded to our interest with, “Sorry, I don't do threesomes.” Then he made me wonder when he added, “Unless Lucien were here, of course. But I guess that would be a foursome.”

“Speaking of … Sarah Felsen says their marriage prospects are looking very positive. She's not one hundred percent sold, but it's trending in that direction.”

“Huh! You know how to ruin a lively afternoon,” Carter snorted. “I'm going to the gym. I got a session with Jawan tonight.”

“I'm guessin' Jawan is gonna get railed tonight,” I said to Frank after Carter left. “Carter not happy about the Felsen-Oesch nuptuals.”

“I am. I'm sending a present if that means the Felsen-Fitzjohn nuptuals are off.” I nodded and Frank beamed. “Guess who else is getting' railed tonight?” he whispered to me.

“Me? You?”

“I'll give you time to think about it. Take your pick,” Frank said as he punched his cellphone. “Charlie and I were supposed to meet Jody to discuss lumber for this new job. I wonder if he's in any shape to ...” His phone in an almost instant reply. “Of course I'll be there,” Frank quoted Charlie's response. “He bounces back nicely.”

“He's had a lot of practice,” I said.

“I'm going home,” Mike announced. “Refo … I'm not proud of that DVD. I did it and all ...”

“WE did it and all,” Butch amended, emphasizing his co-starring role.

”Yeah, we did, but if you and Frank might could just forget about it ...” I removed the disc from the player and handed it to Mike. “Thanks, Reef.” Mike took the disc and, after one more look at Butch, departed.

“Me, too, Reef,” Frank said announcing his departure. “See you later. My place or yours?”

“See how your meeting goes, then you pick it.”

“Which leaves just us ...” Butch said after Frank left. “Refo, you know what Mike said?” Butch didn't wait for me to ask. “He said he hopes the two of us are just like you and Frank.”

“The two of you?”

“It's hard to have sex somebody eighteen times, with every time being better than the last, without feeling a closeness, you know?”

“Butch?” I questioned.

“Mike and me,” he said with a smile. “Who'd a thought?”

“Should I report this to your grandmother?”

“You can give her Mike's address. Maybe not say anything else, ok? It's all kinda new. I'm not really believing it yet.”

“I'm not really believing Frank and me, either, if you want the truth. I think it's good if it stays feeling new.” As tempted as I was, I tried not to give him any specific relationship advice. I wasn't a great role model anyway. “Are you going out to Mike's tonight?”

“No, we decided on tomorrow. Like having a twenty-four hour period to back out of it.”

“Is it a hard decision?” I asked.

“No. I can't wait to see him tomorrow.”

We went to Chadwick's at Friendship Heights for dinner. Butch kept it interesting with funny and sometimes freaky tales of porn making. His main point was the fact that if anybody finds porn hot it was almost a miracle. It sounded as if every time he and Mike would really get into whatever they were doing, the director would order 'Cut' and ruin everything. In the middle of the shoot they had a day off and “That's when we really got into it,” Butch said.

“You mean fell in love?”

“Yeah. Really. I know it sounds weird, but we didn't even have sex that whole day. We just … it's hard to say ...fell in love.”

“You're nineteen,” I reminded him.

“I know. Almost twenty. I know what you're thinking. Too young, too dumb, too fucked-up, and all; but what I'm thinking about is seeing him tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day ...”

“You had sex eighteen times … in how long?”

“In nine days, with a day off in the middle. It was supposed to be five days, but they held us over for a couple more scenes. I'm not sure it was eighteen times exactly; but the director said he had enough material for eighteen videos.”

“You and Mike ...” I was still in awe.

“I know!” Butch was equally unbelieving but delighted with the outcome. “He's awesome, Refo. More than you could guess.” Butch's enthusiasm scooped me up and I felt as high as he did. It was the first time he was relaxed and truly unguarded with me since his first advice about my car.

Butch and I got back to my place around nine and I still hadn't heard form Frank. I was about to call him when he saved me the trouble. A text came saying, “Charlie is an amazing ...”

“An amazing what?” I texted back.

“An amazing lawyer. C U in 30.” There was a pause. “Ready for a railing?”

“Always if its u.” I sent. He was true to his word and arrived twenty-five minuted later. Butch was lying on the air mattress reading a book when we went to bed; he just smiled a goodnight. I hope we didn't disturb him. I did my best to stay quiet; but when Frank's cock hits me the right way, that's impossible.

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
What a nice thing to wake UP to, first thing in the morning.
I don't often get a chance to log in until night time - I'm glad I did.

Thanks!

 

[EasyRory]

You're welcome. Nobody liked Chapter Thirty-Four, I guess.

 

[DonQuixote]

Damn,
My browser flipped past it - I missed it!
Haven't been on quite as many hours lately - been spending time with my mom.
Have to go read it now!

 

[DonQuixote]

OK, then, lol.

Your Keystone Kops routine with the whirlwind Who's on First continues unabated.

It did fill in a few holes for me.

Oh, Wait, I just remembered - you may not know - Rocabar is commuting between E-town and an oil rig off the coast of Brasil.
He may not be around right away!

 

[EasyRory]

Oh, Wait, I just remembered - you may not know - Rocabar is commuting between E-town and an oil rig off the coast of Brasil. He may not be around right away!

Wow! The Exxon method? A month on and then a month off?

 

[DonQuixote]

Got it in one!

 

[rocabar]

Wow! The Exxon method? A month on and then a month off?

Yep. . . I is

I tried to leave you a comment the other day, but the "unlimited high speed internet" is kinda sketchy sometimes

Anyhoo, I've been enjoying the story so far, and thanks for sharing!

 

[EasyRory]

You're in Brasil? Can we send you a care package? Wondering what might be useful on an oil rig ...

 

[DonQuixote]

Another interested male?

 

[rocabar]

You're in Brasil? Can we send you a care package? Wondering what might be useful on an oil rig ...

Well. . . I'm offa the coast at the moment, Rory.

Care package? Yes, keep on writin'- It passes the time

Oh and food- The food is somethin' awful. . . That and the sketchy internet. Yay.

 

[DonQuixote]

Take care Rocabar.

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter Thirty-Six


When I got in bed I could see light coming in under the door. “We have to be quiet,” I told Frank. “Butch is still awake reading.”

“You think he's reading a fuck book? We could provide sound effects.”

“Stop.” I silenced him with a kiss. Of course, it's hard to stop at a kiss when it's Frank you're kissing. There's something about the way he does it that asks for more. And then, too, there's his dick that's like the Eveready bunny. I never want to say no to him. I could say no; but I don't WANT to. Maybe in another twenty years I could say no, but not now, not yet. “We have to be quiet,” I cautioned him.

He rolled away from me stretching to reach for the lube. The night table's drawer barely made a whisper as he slid it open. He spoiled it by giggling when I tongued his ass. There it was. Right in front of me. And it's such a sweet ass. What else would a person do?

“Shhhh!” I almost giggled as well.

“I can't help it. You surprised me.”

We proceeded very slowly. Every move was deliberate and quiet. Maybe too slowly. I was so ready for him when at last he entered me. I groaned as he sank the length of his cock into me. It wasn't a loud groan, it just seemed that way as I broke the silence. Frank paused inside me and stroked my cock. As quietly as I could I exploded all over the place. I don't think I ever produced such a big load. It was a mess. Reality closed in and neither one of us felt like sleeping in a cum-spattered bed.

“Let's start with a shower,” Frank whispered.

Wait,” I countered and stripped the bed, wiping us down with the sheets in the process. It didn't take but a minute to throw a new sheet on it and then we went into the bathroom, two rooms away from Butch, who must have heard something going on.

“Reef, I've never seen you come like that,” Frank said in a more normal voice covered by the running water.

“I think I got turned on by your ass,” I told him. “And your dick, of course. You hit everything just right.” I stepped into the warm water and Frank joined me.

The warmth of the water and the remaining glow of sex mellowed me. Frank was attentive, washing us both, accompanied by a kiss here and there. It was totally blissful, soothing peace and rest, as he soaped me all over and scrubbed me down. Even when his finger penetrated my asshole, it felt comfortable.

“You're still all greased up,” he observed. “It would be a shame to waste a perfect lube, huh?”

I was the one who came in the bed. Not Frank. Here in the shower his cock was rock hard. He wasn't demanding, just ready if I wanted it. Ok, he was more than ready, rubbing his cock against me with little fucking motions. He kissed my ear and whispered my name and then kissed my neck. I'd have done anything for him. I turned toward the wall and waited.

Frank wasn't one to miss my obvious invitation. He sighed and whispered my name again as his cock slid slowly into me. “Ahhh, Reef, baby ...” With guiding hands on my waist, he pulled me back onto his cock. I braced my arms on the tiled wall of the shower and pushed my butt out. He slid in all the way and began thrusting immediately, slowly and gently for a couple strokes, then harder, slapping his pelvis against my ass with the distinctive sound of bodies rutting. He slowed his thrusting more but fucked me even harder, stroke, FAP, stroke, FAP!.

It hurt. Not my ass. My ass felt great. It hurt every time my elbows and forearms bounced on the hard tile wall. But it didn't hurt long. Frank reached around and stroked my cock. I felt the pressure of an orgasm rising rapidly. I needed my arms to brace my legs, which were shaking as I began cumming. I bent over more and let the side of my face and one shoulder steady me against the wall. That gave Frank easier access and triggered his climax.

There is a limit to what somebody can take. “Frankie!” I called to him as his spent cock slipped out of me and I slid down onto the floor. The shower spray beat down on me, slowly rinsing cun, my cum, his cum, and soap from my body. Frank sat with me; he held and kissed me until I stopped trembling. Coming back to my senses I realized my unusual location.

“If I don't get up, I'm gonna drown,” I sputtered as the water continued to pour onto my face. “The thing is I don't know if I CAN get up.” Frank picked me up and set me on my feet, as if tossing one hundred seventy pound guys around was something he did all the time.

He dried us both with the available towel. I couldn't believe how careful he was drying my balls and then he knelt and briefly sucked my limp dick into his mouth.

“You taste sweet, Reef.”

What are you supposed to say to that kind of compliment? The best I could do was bend down to him and kiss his wet hair. He turned his face up to me and I kissed his lips. I didn't want to stop but the position was uncomfortable.

“Little bathrooms ...” Frank said disparagingly. “We need to make sure the one at the barn is big enough for sex.”

“It's bigger than this one.” I told him as we walked to the bed.

“Not to say it can't be made bigger yet,” he said as he climbed in.

I snuggled close and said, “You know what I like best about you? I can lean on you.”

“Huh?” Frank was confused. “I'd say you're pretty independent. Very independent, in fact.”

“No, I mean like this.” I lay my body half across his and enjoyed the feel of his arms going around me. “See? You don't pull back or try to push me away. Your first instinct is to pull me closer.”

“I like having you close.”

“I know. It's like together we make a single unit. An economic unit. A social unit. A sex unit. I can lean on you and we kind of merge automatically. I feel like I'm a part of something better … of us, I guess. See? You just pulled me closer - no hesitation at all.”

“It's called love, Reef. I love you.”

“I know, Frank.” I ran my hand over his still wet hair and then traced his face with my fingers, going twice over his incredibly soft eyebrows. “I mean I don't know, not really, but I'm getting to. I've told you I love you before, but I didn't really know what I was talking about until lately. Now when I say I love you ...” He kissed me for a long while. To shut me up? Or did he already know what I was going to say?

“I'm fuckin' exhausted,” he sighed. “Or exhausted fuckin' … or something.”

The next thing I knew it was morning. The man I loved was already gone. The sun was bright. It was late morning. I called Sarah Felsen to tell her I'd be late.

“You're not going to BE late; you already ARE late. Get your ass in here. I need you to verify some chromatograms.”

“Nice to know I'm needed,” I told her. I was still glowing from the night before; nothing, not even Sarah Felsen, could have pissed me off.

“Sweet night,” Butch said as I walked out of the bedroom. A grin nearly split his face.

“Were we too loud? Sorry.”

“No, not the sex, the part where you told him you could lean on him. That was awesome. I'd like to say stuff like that to Mike, but I never know what to say.”

“Just tell him how you feel. In simple words. You don't need anything fancy.”

“I love your big dick.”

“He already knows that. Tell him something he doesn't know.”

Butch frowned with concentration. “I love your REALLY big dick.” I caught his hint of humor.

“Smart ass,” I chided. “I'm late for work. Will you be here tonight? Because I was thinking of going to Frank's place, if you're not needing me for anything.”

“I'm going to Mike's. We ought to work up a car pool ...” He paused and added, “... except for that piece-of-shit car of yours. Seriously, Refo, it's not reliable. Think about getting something else.”

My seriously unreliable car got me to work in record time. Even Sarah Felsen was impressed. I had barely gotten my first cup of coffee before she started.

“It's about time.” She looked at her watch. “You called at nine-fifteen and it's nine fifty-three. This late you probably had to park halfway to Germantown. Ok, so not bad, actually. Now about those chromatograms ….”

Sarah Felsen, after prodding, admitted the chromatograms were her child's … her future child's … her potential child's. Whatever you call it. Fetus seems clinical when it's the child of two people you know, even though everything but Woody's dick was a fading memory.

I did painstakingly careful work. I double checked every peak. A, C ,G, T … the magic letters, the crucial letters, all it a sequence. The DNA recipe for a baby. I did the comparison to known genomes. I did the search for mutations or even minor differences …

“Sarah?” I approached her carefully. “Have you done an analysis on this already?”

“No, idiot. I'm too nervous. I might make a mistake.”

“Well ...” How to tell her? “Unless I've made a mistake ...”

“Say it, Refo!”
“Remember the Seinfeld episode when Elaine was drunk and kept saying 'The dingo ate your baby! The dingo ate your baby!' in that bad Australian accent?”

“What? Spit it out!”

Her expression haunts me still. It was a mistake. I knew it was the wrong way to tell her. She always over-reacted. I should have tried something else. It was cruel, but I needed to be direct. I spoke.

“Sarah, I think the dingo IS your baby.”

 

[DonQuixote]

The Dingo IS her baby?

She's birthing an Australian Wild Dog?

She's not really pregnant?
The sample for the Chromatogram is compromised - not clean.

Now, as to the intimate evening enjoyed by all - yes, yes we DID all enjoy it!

Thanks!

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter Thirty-Seven



“Give me the data,” Sarah Felsen demanded.

“Ok, here's the raw chromatogram and here's the interpretation.”

She snatched the folder from my hand and flipped to the analog output. Confounded, she searched for the stream of A's, C's, G's, and T's. She scanned the lines quickly looking for twinned peaks, “The zygosity is ...” She trailed off in thought. “How did you set the markers?” she demanded.

“I didn't. You did? Whoever ran the sequence did. How did you obtain the sample?””

She scowled at me and stormed off, taking all of two steps to arrive at her desk. The chair groaned as she plopped into it and buried her head in the folder. “Could you go on a break or something?”

“I just got here almost.”

“Get the fuck out, Refo.”

Another cup of coffee wouldn't hurt, I decided. I got to the machine and was the only one there. I had learned my lesson about cup dispensing irregularities and waited for someone else to go first. Lucien arrived before anyone else. He looked exhausted.

“Do they have you moving furniture?” I asked. Then I noticed his fly was half unzipped. Once you notice something like that it's impossible to look anywhere else. I was catching flashes of his underwear. Lime green with maybe pink stripes. It made me wish I had my camera.

“Uh, sorry ...” He pulled up his zipper all the way ending the colorful exhibition. “Can I buy you a coffee? I feel like I owe you for all the nights I've been spending at your house.” He looked at me and added, “Oh, you didn't know? When you were in the country, I stayed with Carter.”

“ALL the nights?” I was looking for a precise number.

“A lot of nights but not all night would be more accurate.”

He could tell I was unsatisfied by his answer. I watched him debate with himself whether he owed me an answer; he concluded he did. “I was spending the first part of the nights with Sarah Felsen, but she wouldn't let me stay. I didn't feel like driving to Baltimore at one in the morning, so I called Carter. He let me stay at your place. Hope you don't mind.”

“No, not really. I just didn't know about your … uh, creative arrangements.” He started to explain, but I cut him off. “None of my business, Lucien. Glad you didn't end up a traffic statistic in the middle of the night.”

“Thanks ...”

He lapsed into silence as we watched a young woman approach the coffee machine. She paused looking over the selections and then she looked over them again. Her preferred option apparently wasn't there. “No ginger-rosemary latte,” she sighed and walked away.

“No guts, no air medal,” I pledged and inserted my coins. The machine made promising noises; I could hear what sounded like a cup moving, but then the noise stopped and the coffee poured in a frothy stream down the drain.

“What does that mean? No guts, no ...”

“I have no idea. I knew a Navy pilot once and he always said that before doing anything challenging. His name was Ryan and ...”

“Yes ... so, I give up on my coffee. See you.”

I ambled down to the cafeteria a little disappointed Lucien didn't want to hear about Ryan. I liked him. Totally uncomplicated. Ryan was a simple machine. He breeze into town, fuck me beautifully for a couple of days, and then sail away. It lasted a couple of years and then I lost track of him.

Carter was in the cafeteria. I got my coffee and sat down with him. “Lucien said he's been staying over. I hope it wasn't any inconvenience for you. I told him he could if he was working late.”

Carter looked at me and smiled. “No problem,” he said unconvincingly.

“It was a problem. Sorry.”

He glanced at the adjacent tables and then leaned close. “You know what I hate? Fucking somebody who reeks of pussy. Do you have any idea how disturbing that is? The mix of smells. The confusing signals to the brain. By the second night I thought I was the one fucking Sarah Felsen.”

“A shower? He couldn't take a shower first?”

“He'd come in the door almost frantic for sex. God knows what Sarah Felsen does to him, but he was really aggressive – considering I was topping him. He'd demand it immediately.”

“This is a side of Lucien I never see. All I ever get to see is a little bit of his underwear. Lime green with pink stripes most recently.”

Carter scoffed. “Those are a daisy chair of penises, not stripes.”

“Doesn't sound like the kind of thing a straight guy would pick out.”

“He's not straight, Refo; but he so fights being gay. I don't know what he is.”

“But you can't say no to him, can you, Carter?”

“He's always the one who says no, when he says anything. But … I'm going home at the end of the week, so that problem will become an old one.”

I finished my coffee and returned to the office. Sarah Felsen was bubbling. “Refo! It's amazing! Where did you get this sequence?”

“I didn't. You did. You handed it to me this morning.”

“It's a double Merle dog! Homozygous! Ok, they're not new, but I've never worked with them; so they're new to me.”

“But what about the baby?”

“Oh … uh, a little mix-up there. Don't worry about it … Worry about who is working with double Merle dogs.”

“Merle, merle,” I mouthed. I knew vaguely what they were. “Albino dogs, huh?”

“Almost, but not quite. It's a doubling of the Merle gene. I'm thinking that a doubling of SMC genes might create a unique defect in the heart based on the enzyme you have been working on. But who has got the homozygous dog? There's the question.” She added a dramatic fillip to her last question.

“Sarah, how much do you know about Lucien?”

“Enough and more every day. Why? You're not going to harp on the Carter thing again, are you? That is SOOOOO over.”

“Not to Carter, it isn't.”

“So who's marrying Carter? Lucien doesn't have to last forever, you know. We're still working out terms. I'm thinking five years. He's willing to go three. The sex is good. It's win-win, huh?”

“It just seems to me that ...”

“Lucien!” she brightened as Lucien came in the lab, ending the conversation. “Look at this! A double Merle. I wonder what the breed is.”

“Oh, that's from Merle, Carter's old dog. That's what he called her. I must have left it at your place.”

“What do you mean by old dog?”

“They were working on it but the project lost funding. Carter kept it for a while. It didn't live long.”

“It's dead?”

“As a doornail. A mangy looking thing. I remember he said that was why he kept it. He knew it wouldn't live long but he didn't want to euthanize it, so he brought it home. I think it died of pneumonia. Never liked it much. It had no personality. Affectionate, though, quite loving.”

“IT?” I complained. “Couldn't you at least call the poor dog him or her?”

“Female, I believe,” Lucien answered. “So … her; but it didn't matter. She was infertile.”

“Refo, really … this is science, not 'Animal Planet'.” Sarah Felsen was impatient.

The conversation was ended by my phone. “Refo?” the called questioned. Such a good voice, very sexy, familiar even. “It's Butch.”

“Right,” I replied. Why didn't I recognize him? Because he sounded so adult, so mature, so … alright, I admit it … so sexy. I wanted it to be someone else.

“Could I catch a ride to Mike's with you? My truck went tits up.”

“And you're willing to count in my sad little Mazda? Which you keep telling me to get rid of? Unreliable and all.”

“I'm begging, asshole. Can I have a ride?” He sounded just as sexy.

“Of course. I'm leaving at four.” What a sweet boy. How do you ever say no to a sweet boy?

 

[DonQuixote]

The Keystone Kops of gene research.
The Peyton Place of National Institutes of Science.
The Cum factory of Cumberland Park - or something like that!

Enjoying the update!

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter Thirty-Eight


“We are stuck in Beltway traffic in a car that you doubt will make it across the river and you're smiling. What's that about?”

“I'm just happy,” Butch answered.

“And ...” I tried to draw him out.

“Well ...” He hesitated, but I could tell he wanted to talk.

“I get it. You're happy you're not tending chickens.”

“Refo, don't even joke about those fuckin' chickens. They can ruin lives. No, I'm happy because I'm seeing Mike. Or I will be seeing him if this traffic ever moves.”

“Like magic, you speak and we advance two car-lengths.” I braked and we stopped again. Don't press him. Let him talk, I told myself.

“You saw us together, right? On that CD?”

“I didn't actually. Charlie stopped the CD just as I came in.”

“Ok, then … Uh, it's a pretty hot CD if I do say so. I had no idea it would look so good, all I knew was it was amazing to make. Mike is ...”

“Mike is what?”

“He's SO FUCKING FABULOUS!” Butch bellowed with both fists raised and his eyes closed. Slightly calmer, he continued, “I can't tell you how great he is.”

“Try,” I invited.

“Ok, so I don't really have all that much experience with sex, but it seemed like everybody else is in it to get off. Mike … he's … he's not like that at all. He's all about making sure I like it. That I'm getting off. And when he fucked me … I don't even know what to tell you. You know how huge he is, right?”

“Again, it's all rumors. I didn't see the CD.”

“Ok, he's big. Really big. You fuckin' me didn't begin to prepare me for Mike. I mean, you're not a midget or anything, but Mike's ...”

“Huge,” I said with a smile.

“He is. No joke. And he's so careful ...”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, the studio wanted us to kinda do a brutal scene where he'd almost rape me. Rape me? Can you believe it? And I'd barely been fucked before. So, anyway, they get me in this flimsy kind of pajama bottom and Mike's supposed to tear it off me and go to town, you know? And so he grabbed me from behind and yanked the bottoms down to my knees and I tripped and he grabbed me and he started eating my ass. I said, 'That's not in the script.' And the director says 'Fuck it, just go with it.” And Mike eats me out. Except he's not raping me, he's being careful and slow and pretty soon I'm loving it. Do you know what that's like? Being rimmed?”

“I've had some experience with it.”

“So you know how I loved it. Pretty soon he had me wanting more than his tongue, you know? And I said 'Fuck me' to him and the director yells 'Cut! This is supposed to be a rape, not a love scene!' And then the studio head says, 'Why don't you just let 'em go and editing can patch it up later.' And the director says 'Fuck it' again. And then he says, 'Can we at least start a little rough?' So Mike flips me around. He's strong, you know? And I'm impressed and he flips me on my back and hauls my legs up and I'm thinking, 'Here it comes,' you know, ready for getting killed or something and he stops and just teases me with his dickhead. And he's rock hard all the time and I'm thinking he must be dying to shove it in, but he doesn't. He just keeps poking at me, pushing against my asshole. And he looks right at me – right in my eyes - and says, 'Is this ok?' I nod and he says, “I don't want it to hurt.' And then he pushed in a little and FUCK! It does hurt, but I don't tell him. So he keeps pushing into me, and I'm getting used to it and he pushes a little harder and I cried out. It really hurt. And he looks like I slapped him. Like it hurt him more than it hurt me. So I tell him, 'No, put it back in' cause really it did feel worse – like weird and empty after he pulled out. And he says, 'We'll take it easy.' And the fucking studio edited that to make it sound like he ordered me, 'TAKE IT!' instead of 'Take it easy. And he shoved into me a little more and I thought I'd swallow my tongue trying not to cry out. But this time he got past my asshole and into me, so I'd taken his girth, now it was just a matter of length. And again he almost stops and says, 'You doing ok?' And then he kissed me and shoved in a little more and I opened my mouth to scream but it came out more like 'Oooooohhh,' and I kiss him back and he says, 'I'll stop the second you say so,' and I say, 'I know'. So he slapped my ass to distract me and shoved his dick in a little more. “I want you to like it.' he whispered. 'If you don't like it, we don't do it.' And I'm practically out of my head with pain and pleasure at the same time, making crazy noises. Later I heard the raw tape and I was screaming and saying 'Fuck me' at the same time. And suddenly he pulled out and flipped me over and went at me from the rear.”

Butch paused his narrative as I accelerated onto the Cabin John Bridge where the traffic began to move at a slow but steady pace. Butch's story had me aroused and I squeezed my cock to try to make it less confined. I tried to be subtle, so he wouldn't notice, but he did.

“Man, I get that way, too, just remembering it. Like right now!” He squeezed his jeans to rearrange his own dick. “Anyway, to make a long story short Mike fucked me and I'll never forget it. When it was over, he totally owned me. I felt like I was a puddle of skin wrapped around his dick, not a bone left in my body, and there was a warmth. I felt warm all over. And I didn't want Mike to pull out. It was like I needed him in me. Do you have any idea what that's like?”

“Charlie says I fall in love with every guy who fucks me. I think I know what you're saying.”

“Love? Really?”

“The beginning of love maybe; but I have to warn you. It's easy to confuse great sex with being in love. I think I was confused for about ten years. Had some great sex, though.”

“Thanks, old man. Like I really needed to hear that. Anyway, Mike didn't pull out. He started fucking me some more. And he came again. And I came again. It was amazing! And the studio said they cut and spliced and got three good sex scenes out of it. The rape. And two gentle scenes. All we had to do was add a little bit of filler where I rode Mike's dick and that wasn't as easy as it sounds, I gotta tell you. And that was it. Except I want more and I think Mike does, too.”

Mike lapsed into silence until we turned off the Beltway onto I-66 where things got congested again for a few miles. I spoke up, “So, you and Mike ...”

“I want to live with him, Refo. I want to spend every night in his bed.”

“Ok, sounds reasonable. What does he want?” I could sense there was an unspoken issue.

“He wants me to fuck him. And the studio said no, he's too good a top to waste time having me fuck him. Plus because Mike's bigger than I am - I don't mean his dick, I mean all of him - because he's bigger, it would be a hard scene to film and they don't want to do it. But get this ...they said not to fuck at home either. That if I was fucking Mike on our own time that it would take the edge off our scenes. And so I want to, but we both need the money.”

I remembered Charlie's saying Mike wanted to get fucked and my advice to Charlie had been to trust Mike. Basically, do what he wants. But Charlie had ignored me. Was that why Mike's attention seemed to have strayed? Or had it? Was Mike as into Butch as Butch seemed to be into Mike? Questions, questions. I started with the easy one.

“What does Mike think?”

“Aside from getting fucked? I have no idea,” Butch said. “He doesn't talk about this stuff much.”

“Ask him, Butch. It's only fair - to both of you.”

“It's not that easy, Refo. When I'm with him, I get tongue-tied. I can't seem to say more than 'Fuck me'.” I couldn't take my eyes off the road to see if Butch was actually blushing, but he sounded that way. “ And he does. He likes the sex a lot. I can tell that much. And I like it too. So don't rock the boat, I'm thinking.”

“I'll give you my best advice. Trust him. Tell Mike what's on your mind. Make it plain. No fancy words. He's not going to know what you think otherwise.”

Butch laughed and I figured my advice was wasted. Then he said, “I'm gonna tell him about how you said you can lean on Frank. I think he'll like that. He likes you a lot. And Frank, too, of course. Um, by the way, uh, I never told him about us fucking that one time.”

“It never happened.”

“Thanks. It would be hard to explain.”

We turned off I-66 and headed south on 29. Once we were past Warrenton I could drive faster. I liked this part of the drive. “Did you ever guess six months ago what you'd be doing today?”

“I knew it wouldn't have anything to do with chickens.”

“No, I'm talking about the gay sex part.”

“I don't know what to tell you. I'm totally comfortable with it. I like it. When the studio asked me, 'Are you gay?' I didn't know what to say. I'd never been confronted by the question before.”

“Is it a problem for you? Inner rage, misgivings, denial and all that?” I made the question as light-hearted and joky as I could.

“Sometimes. When I first went to the porn studio, I'll tell you it wasn't so easy, but that was then. Tonight, I want Mike. I guess that's the answer.”

We talked about my Kroll-sponsored photography for a while and then we pulled into the drive at Mike's. Mike came out of the little house the minute he heard us. He face lit up when he saw Butch and he hugged him, almost exactly the way Frank hugged me. He gave me a quick wave and then turned his full attention back to Butch; the rest of the world no longer existed. Butch might not know how Mike felt, but a flashing neon sign couldn't have made it any plainer to me.

I drove to Frank's at the Mazda's best speed, which was slightly over seventy. It handled pretty well at that speed and covered the miles quickly. I parked at the barn, got out, and received the same hug Butch had. These Pierce men don't seem to vary much, I thought. It was a brief thought, though; I concentrated on giving back Frank's welcome.

“What's got into you tonight?” Frank asked, pleasantly surprised. Usually I needed a little time to wind down.

Butch's story had been more arousing than any porn flick. I was horny and I couldn't keep images of the way Butch looked naked out of my head. Of course that was only until I got Frank's clothes off. Then my only thought was Frank. I needed to fuck him. I was a little short with the foreplay, but he didn't mind. He backed his ass up meeting my thrusts perfectly. The feeling of rear-entry isn't the best for my dick, but Frank's torso is a work of art. I could almost come looking at him. It got better in missionary, because we could kiss and tell each other stuff. Slow fucking, I-love-you kind of stuff. He came first, which surprised me, as eager and ready as I was. But that was only the beginning. A bit later, he started kissing me and I guess he figured it was my turn to take it. Maybe it was, but I wasn't ready. I shoved him onto his back.

“I'm not done with you.” Did I really say that? I did.

My forcefulness surprised me and truly astonished Frank. I fucked him again. He didn't come this time, but he loved it when I came. He was a little bleary-eyed from the second fuck, with a stupid little grin. He didn't say anything, just gave me a few kisses. I figured it was time to relent. “Ok, now you can fuck me.”

“With what?” he asked. “You wiped me out.”

“But you only came once,” I protested.

“Yeah, but cumming when you fuck me is a whole different kind of cumming. It's a total body experience.”

“We should do it more often? Is that what you're saying?”

“Do I need to?”

Note to self. Rule One: Do not neglect your lover. Rule Two: Repeat rule one. Rule Three: Tell him you love him. I'm a predictable man. I like to follow rules. I fucked him again in the morning and told him he was part of me. He hid it, but I think I made him cry. I know I made me cry. Frank's the best thing in my life.