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In Praise of Hanes
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EasyRory
JUB Addict
Chapter Sixty-Five
My head was killing me as I walked quietly past the four sleeping bodies, entangled in pairs on the twin sofas in front of the still glowing fireplace. I had not had a hangover this bad since college. Each step set off a jarring ache in my head that radiated downward into my neck. Frank was already in the kitchen making coffee. He took one look at me and did his best not to laugh.
“I should have warned you about moonshine. It's really high proof.”
“Ha ha,” was the best answer I could make as I grappled with the tamper-proof aspirin bottle. The little arrows I needed to line up were invisible.
“Here, let me,” my gallant lover volunteered. He popped the top and promptly passed me two white pills. “I'll leave the lid off in case you want ...” Giggles kept him from finishing the sentence.
“Laugh it up, Frank,” I said more testily than I had intended. I swallowed wrong and the pills started to dissolve in my throat. Another swig of water got them down. “Well, at least those aspirin waste no time going to work.”
“Which may be pretty much hopeless for some of us today,” Frank said sounding happy about it. “The schools are shut down and the sheriff's office says non-essential workers – that means the government - should stay home.”
We sipped coffee in silence for a bit while I felt small improvements taking place in the functioning of my brain ganglia. I swear I could feel them coming back to life one at a time. While my cerebral repairs continued, Frank took Merle out for a walk. I watched the two of them slogging through the snow. Merle tried leaping through the deeper parts of the accumulation, but soon exhausted his energy and was ready to come back inside. I watched Frank dive into a drift and completely disappear. Then his head popped up and disappeared again, forcing Merle to investigate. The two of them rolled around in mock combat and then paused looking completely happy. Their fun was infestious and I was sufficiently human again to take a peak into how my guests were doing.
“Everybody's still asleep,” I told Frank when he and the dog came back inside. We sat and had another cup of coffee. “It looks like everybody had a rollicking time, by which I mean sex, except us.”
“We had a good time. Don't you remember?” Frank gave me a sly grin. I didn't. I remembered going to bed and a little foreplay, but the rest was a blank. “At least, I enjoyed myself,” he continued in his I-fucked-you voice. “You were maybe asleep a little.”
I was appalled. “You FUCKED ME after I PASSED OUT????”
It was Frank's turn to be surprised. “Well, yes ...”
“AFTER I PASSED OUT???” The effort at indignation made my head hurt again.
“Refo, you passed out with my dick in your mouth. Technically and at your instigation, penetration had already occurred. And you know how I get when I'm hard. My balls ache if I don't get off.” He paused and watched me. “If you hadn't passed out, would you have let me?”
“Of course.”
“So, where's the harm, if you would have let me anyway?”
“You should have been a lawyer.” I took my cup to the sink and rinsed it out. I looked into the mostly bare refrigerator.
“Uh, my truck'll make it; I'm going to the store for some breakfast stuff,” he said, deciding to avoid my scowls. We had enough for breakfast, but I didn't protest.
The noise of Frank's departure must have awakened Charlie. He joined me in the kitchen. “Refo,” he whispered, “you won't believe ...”
“Charlie, do you think it''s all right to take advantage of someone who's passed out. By that I mean ...”
“Wait. Me first. My Gawd! Have you ever seen Butch and Mike fuck???? We were there in front of the fire and I guess Jody and I dozed off, but I woke and looked over and …. MY GAWD! It was awesome. The two of them ...with the fire flickering … and the shadows … it was like a private porn movie except way better.”
“Yeah, well, they were in porn for a while. I guess they picked up a few tricks ...”
“It was more than tricks. It was the most beautiful fuck I've even seen. Mike has got to be the best lover in the history of … sex, I guess. And his dick! You only THOUGHT you knew how big it is.”
“I have no idea how big it is.”
“Huge! Fucking huge! And Butch is so sweet. You know he's in pain taking it, but they get through it with kisses and … MY GAWD! Those boys are more in love than I ever thought was possible.”
“At their age it's probably a lot more sex than love.”
“Don't be cynical, Refo. They're totally into each other. And I mean totally! You know, Butch isn't missing anything in the dick department either and when I was his turn … Just the way the light played on his erection was pure magic. And when he pushed in, Mike just melted. Oh … my ...GAWD! It was beautiful. If it weren't for Jody, I'd be … Well … WHEW!” Charlie waved his hands in front of his face to cool off. “When they were done they went to sleep and I just had to wake Jody up and … we had a little thing of our own … So hot! What a night!”
“Good for you, Charlie. You want some more coffee.”
“So hot, those two … Sure, so, what were you saying about taking advantage?”
“Is it alright to fuck somebody who's passed out?”
“Oh, is that all? I fuck Jody all the time when he's passed out. He says it prevents hangovers and when he wakes up he feels all loose and relaxed. Why? What's the problem?”
“Nothing, I guess … Frank has gone for some food. If you want breakfast, he should be back in about twenty minutes.”
“You know … thinking about Mike and Butch has got me all het up, again. I think I'll go snuggle with Jody while we wait.”
“Het up? What century are you living in?”
“Livin' in the South, got me a Southern boy, it's keeping me all het up,” Charlie said as he finished his coffee.
Jody passes out and gets fucked all the time? Really? Charlie's words hung in the air. All the time? I couldn't believe they could be so casual about just doing it. Was being in a relationship supposed to mean implied consent to every possible sex act? Was permission just assumed? Whatever, wherever, whenever? What if …
“Refo,” came a raspy whisper, startling me. It was Jawan. “Good morning.” He was wearing some flimsy boxers and a tshirt. I could see his cock swinging around in loose shorts as he walked. Handsome man was my first thought. He's got a semi was my second.
“Morning ...” I gave him the breakfast story about Frank coming back in twenty minutes.
“That's ok,” he smiled. “I just want to thank you for forcing me into this thing with Mo. I think I would still sitting on my numb, dumb ass if you hadn't.”
“Quick question?” He nodded. “Have you ever fucked somebody who was passed out?”
“Are you meaning Mo? We only did oral last night. Both of us are … a little queasy about … well, let's just say fucking isn't priority one with us. Not yet anyway. He's an amazing cocksucker, though. Real talent. Taught me a few things. To tell the truth, I think I could come just from kissing him. I guess Ox trained him well.”
“No, I didn't mean Mo. I just meant in general, fucking somebody who has passed out.”
“Oh, shit, all the time. There were guys at the gym who would fall asleep while I was massaging them and I'd fuck them. Of course, half the time that was what they wanted and they were faking sleep … You know, come to think of it, maybe all of them were faking.” Jawan laughed at his reminiscence. “A lot of the time they were married guys who didn't want to admit to themselves they liked a quick poke … Only one guy ever protested and that wasn't until after both of us had come.” He laughed again. “Why do you ask?”
“Oh … you know … these questions just come up … Want some coffee?”
“No, I'm gonna go back and try molesting Mo some more.” He hid the state of his cock as he walked out of the kitchen so I couldn't tell exactly what Mo was in for.
“Hey, Jawan, Refo, ” Butch said in greeting. “I smell coffee.”
“It's ready. You want some milk? Everybody else is going for black this morning.”
“Sit. I'll get it. You want some more?” Butch offered. He topped up my cup as well as his own.
“Charlie,” he added portentously after Jawan left.
“What about him?”
“For an old guy, he really can do the deed.”
“He's forty, not dead.”
“That's what I said; for an old guy, he banged the shit out of Jody last night. And Jody loved it.
No wonder they got married.” Butch waited for my comment and continued when I said nothing. “You know Mike said he always thought Jody was the top. It was a shocker seeing them go at it.”
“By the firelight and all,” I said, getting a quizzical glance from Butch. “Maybe Jody had passed out and Charlie just had a go at him.”
“No way, Jody was all 'fuck me” with his legs in the air and everything. Why would you think he passed out?”
“Just curious. Would you fuck somebody who passed out?”
“You know, in school I heard that that was what Ox did at sleepovers. He'd pass out and guys would fuck him. I never did it. I never went to sleepovers. But that's what I heard. Guys said he liked it. I should ask Mo about that.”
“Don't ask Mo. Let sleeping dogs ...”
“... fuck each other passed out.” Butch laughed hard. “You know, roosters wouldn't hesitate. They'd nail a hen any way they could. Live and willing … passed out … dead, maybe; it's no matter to a rooster.”
Mike stuck his head into the kitchen looking for Butch. “Let's take a shower,” he said with a grin. “I missed you when I woke up,” I heard him say as they left.
Frank got back with some eggs and milk and bread. I made breakfast for eight and by the time it was over my headache had subsided to a tiny dull ache. Frank decided he should go to his work site and see if anything could be done in spite of the storm. He said they could work inside in any case.
I kissed him goodbye and whispered, “Don't bring Butch and Mike back with you. You're gettin' fucked when you get home.”
“Reef, I could delay leaving ...”
“Just don't be late. Keep me waiting and I might get into the moonshine again.”
Charlie was taking a shower and Jawan and Mo were working out. That left me with Jody, somebody I saw often enough but didn't really know very well. He looked all loose and relaxed, as Charlie put it.
“Jody, I'm taking a survey. What do you think about fucking somebody who's passed out?”
“Did Frank do that to you? Man, he used to regularly piss me off with that stuff. 'You could ask' I'd tell him. And he'd just say, 'You'd let me if you were awake.' It makes you feel like shit, though, when he doesn't even ask. I never told him how much it hurt, not physically, of course, but it really hurt.” He patted his heart.
“You and Frank were closer than I thought, then.”
“He was the love of my life, Refo, but you know how that goes sometimes ...” Jody looked so innocent and vulnerable telling me these things. I wanted to hug him. “Don't let him get away with it. Put your foot down – on his dick if you have to.”
My head was killing me as I walked quietly past the four sleeping bodies, entangled in pairs on the twin sofas in front of the still glowing fireplace. I had not had a hangover this bad since college. Each step set off a jarring ache in my head that radiated downward into my neck. Frank was already in the kitchen making coffee. He took one look at me and did his best not to laugh.
“I should have warned you about moonshine. It's really high proof.”
“Ha ha,” was the best answer I could make as I grappled with the tamper-proof aspirin bottle. The little arrows I needed to line up were invisible.
“Here, let me,” my gallant lover volunteered. He popped the top and promptly passed me two white pills. “I'll leave the lid off in case you want ...” Giggles kept him from finishing the sentence.
“Laugh it up, Frank,” I said more testily than I had intended. I swallowed wrong and the pills started to dissolve in my throat. Another swig of water got them down. “Well, at least those aspirin waste no time going to work.”
“Which may be pretty much hopeless for some of us today,” Frank said sounding happy about it. “The schools are shut down and the sheriff's office says non-essential workers – that means the government - should stay home.”
We sipped coffee in silence for a bit while I felt small improvements taking place in the functioning of my brain ganglia. I swear I could feel them coming back to life one at a time. While my cerebral repairs continued, Frank took Merle out for a walk. I watched the two of them slogging through the snow. Merle tried leaping through the deeper parts of the accumulation, but soon exhausted his energy and was ready to come back inside. I watched Frank dive into a drift and completely disappear. Then his head popped up and disappeared again, forcing Merle to investigate. The two of them rolled around in mock combat and then paused looking completely happy. Their fun was infestious and I was sufficiently human again to take a peak into how my guests were doing.
“Everybody's still asleep,” I told Frank when he and the dog came back inside. We sat and had another cup of coffee. “It looks like everybody had a rollicking time, by which I mean sex, except us.”
“We had a good time. Don't you remember?” Frank gave me a sly grin. I didn't. I remembered going to bed and a little foreplay, but the rest was a blank. “At least, I enjoyed myself,” he continued in his I-fucked-you voice. “You were maybe asleep a little.”
I was appalled. “You FUCKED ME after I PASSED OUT????”
It was Frank's turn to be surprised. “Well, yes ...”
“AFTER I PASSED OUT???” The effort at indignation made my head hurt again.
“Refo, you passed out with my dick in your mouth. Technically and at your instigation, penetration had already occurred. And you know how I get when I'm hard. My balls ache if I don't get off.” He paused and watched me. “If you hadn't passed out, would you have let me?”
“Of course.”
“So, where's the harm, if you would have let me anyway?”
“You should have been a lawyer.” I took my cup to the sink and rinsed it out. I looked into the mostly bare refrigerator.
“Uh, my truck'll make it; I'm going to the store for some breakfast stuff,” he said, deciding to avoid my scowls. We had enough for breakfast, but I didn't protest.
The noise of Frank's departure must have awakened Charlie. He joined me in the kitchen. “Refo,” he whispered, “you won't believe ...”
“Charlie, do you think it''s all right to take advantage of someone who's passed out. By that I mean ...”
“Wait. Me first. My Gawd! Have you ever seen Butch and Mike fuck???? We were there in front of the fire and I guess Jody and I dozed off, but I woke and looked over and …. MY GAWD! It was awesome. The two of them ...with the fire flickering … and the shadows … it was like a private porn movie except way better.”
“Yeah, well, they were in porn for a while. I guess they picked up a few tricks ...”
“It was more than tricks. It was the most beautiful fuck I've even seen. Mike has got to be the best lover in the history of … sex, I guess. And his dick! You only THOUGHT you knew how big it is.”
“I have no idea how big it is.”
“Huge! Fucking huge! And Butch is so sweet. You know he's in pain taking it, but they get through it with kisses and … MY GAWD! Those boys are more in love than I ever thought was possible.”
“At their age it's probably a lot more sex than love.”
“Don't be cynical, Refo. They're totally into each other. And I mean totally! You know, Butch isn't missing anything in the dick department either and when I was his turn … Just the way the light played on his erection was pure magic. And when he pushed in, Mike just melted. Oh … my ...GAWD! It was beautiful. If it weren't for Jody, I'd be … Well … WHEW!” Charlie waved his hands in front of his face to cool off. “When they were done they went to sleep and I just had to wake Jody up and … we had a little thing of our own … So hot! What a night!”
“Good for you, Charlie. You want some more coffee.”
“So hot, those two … Sure, so, what were you saying about taking advantage?”
“Is it alright to fuck somebody who's passed out?”
“Oh, is that all? I fuck Jody all the time when he's passed out. He says it prevents hangovers and when he wakes up he feels all loose and relaxed. Why? What's the problem?”
“Nothing, I guess … Frank has gone for some food. If you want breakfast, he should be back in about twenty minutes.”
“You know … thinking about Mike and Butch has got me all het up, again. I think I'll go snuggle with Jody while we wait.”
“Het up? What century are you living in?”
“Livin' in the South, got me a Southern boy, it's keeping me all het up,” Charlie said as he finished his coffee.
Jody passes out and gets fucked all the time? Really? Charlie's words hung in the air. All the time? I couldn't believe they could be so casual about just doing it. Was being in a relationship supposed to mean implied consent to every possible sex act? Was permission just assumed? Whatever, wherever, whenever? What if …
“Refo,” came a raspy whisper, startling me. It was Jawan. “Good morning.” He was wearing some flimsy boxers and a tshirt. I could see his cock swinging around in loose shorts as he walked. Handsome man was my first thought. He's got a semi was my second.
“Morning ...” I gave him the breakfast story about Frank coming back in twenty minutes.
“That's ok,” he smiled. “I just want to thank you for forcing me into this thing with Mo. I think I would still sitting on my numb, dumb ass if you hadn't.”
“Quick question?” He nodded. “Have you ever fucked somebody who was passed out?”
“Are you meaning Mo? We only did oral last night. Both of us are … a little queasy about … well, let's just say fucking isn't priority one with us. Not yet anyway. He's an amazing cocksucker, though. Real talent. Taught me a few things. To tell the truth, I think I could come just from kissing him. I guess Ox trained him well.”
“No, I didn't mean Mo. I just meant in general, fucking somebody who has passed out.”
“Oh, shit, all the time. There were guys at the gym who would fall asleep while I was massaging them and I'd fuck them. Of course, half the time that was what they wanted and they were faking sleep … You know, come to think of it, maybe all of them were faking.” Jawan laughed at his reminiscence. “A lot of the time they were married guys who didn't want to admit to themselves they liked a quick poke … Only one guy ever protested and that wasn't until after both of us had come.” He laughed again. “Why do you ask?”
“Oh … you know … these questions just come up … Want some coffee?”
“No, I'm gonna go back and try molesting Mo some more.” He hid the state of his cock as he walked out of the kitchen so I couldn't tell exactly what Mo was in for.
“Hey, Jawan, Refo, ” Butch said in greeting. “I smell coffee.”
“It's ready. You want some milk? Everybody else is going for black this morning.”
“Sit. I'll get it. You want some more?” Butch offered. He topped up my cup as well as his own.
“Charlie,” he added portentously after Jawan left.
“What about him?”
“For an old guy, he really can do the deed.”
“He's forty, not dead.”
“That's what I said; for an old guy, he banged the shit out of Jody last night. And Jody loved it.
No wonder they got married.” Butch waited for my comment and continued when I said nothing. “You know Mike said he always thought Jody was the top. It was a shocker seeing them go at it.”
“By the firelight and all,” I said, getting a quizzical glance from Butch. “Maybe Jody had passed out and Charlie just had a go at him.”
“No way, Jody was all 'fuck me” with his legs in the air and everything. Why would you think he passed out?”
“Just curious. Would you fuck somebody who passed out?”
“You know, in school I heard that that was what Ox did at sleepovers. He'd pass out and guys would fuck him. I never did it. I never went to sleepovers. But that's what I heard. Guys said he liked it. I should ask Mo about that.”
“Don't ask Mo. Let sleeping dogs ...”
“... fuck each other passed out.” Butch laughed hard. “You know, roosters wouldn't hesitate. They'd nail a hen any way they could. Live and willing … passed out … dead, maybe; it's no matter to a rooster.”
Mike stuck his head into the kitchen looking for Butch. “Let's take a shower,” he said with a grin. “I missed you when I woke up,” I heard him say as they left.
Frank got back with some eggs and milk and bread. I made breakfast for eight and by the time it was over my headache had subsided to a tiny dull ache. Frank decided he should go to his work site and see if anything could be done in spite of the storm. He said they could work inside in any case.
I kissed him goodbye and whispered, “Don't bring Butch and Mike back with you. You're gettin' fucked when you get home.”
“Reef, I could delay leaving ...”
“Just don't be late. Keep me waiting and I might get into the moonshine again.”
Charlie was taking a shower and Jawan and Mo were working out. That left me with Jody, somebody I saw often enough but didn't really know very well. He looked all loose and relaxed, as Charlie put it.
“Jody, I'm taking a survey. What do you think about fucking somebody who's passed out?”
“Did Frank do that to you? Man, he used to regularly piss me off with that stuff. 'You could ask' I'd tell him. And he'd just say, 'You'd let me if you were awake.' It makes you feel like shit, though, when he doesn't even ask. I never told him how much it hurt, not physically, of course, but it really hurt.” He patted his heart.
“You and Frank were closer than I thought, then.”
“He was the love of my life, Refo, but you know how that goes sometimes ...” Jody looked so innocent and vulnerable telling me these things. I wanted to hug him. “Don't let him get away with it. Put your foot down – on his dick if you have to.”
A great early morning read - as I clear the fuzz from my eyes in sync with Refo - sans the hangover or house full of hot horny guys.
EasyRory
JUB Addict
Chapter Sixty-Six
It was cool for early May, barely into the 40s and there were gray clouds to the west. Merle loved this kind of weather and was traversing the farm from fence to fence in a dead run as I walked south toward the little hill where the irregular shaped property widened. The apple trees were in bloom and I wanted to get some pictures before the rain took the petals off the trees. The trees in their first spring were not much more than wands covered in pinkish-white flowers swaying in the air. Single-minded honey bees flitted from flower to flower; they took brief notice of me and kept to their jobs. I knelt to take some closeups, which Merle mistook for a signal to play. I had to push him away after he tried to hump me in some symbolic, non-sexual way.
“I'm the boss, Merle. So fuck off.” My stern tone worked with dogs.. Merle stood beside me and after a quick lick of my cheek sat quietly while I took pictures. Thinking maybe I was too harsh with him, I stroked his damp fur. Suddenly he picked up his head and looked north.
I saw my neighbor Loren Parks and someone smaller. It was hard to tell at a distance but they seemed to be talking earnestly. That's what telephoto lenses are for, I thought. I swapped out the lens on the camera and took another look. Parks was talking to a delicate featured young man, who suddenly embraced him. Held tightly in Parks answering arms, the young man shifted his grip to Park's ass and squeezed. Parks with some reluctance kissed the young man and allowed his pants to get pulled low on his hips. The hands then slid into his underwear and squeezed again. Park's kiss became ardent and eager. Seconds later the teasing young man broke the embrace and walked away, leaving Parks to pull his pants up using the careful motions of a man with an erection.
It was reflexive. Almost without thinking I had captured the pastoral vignette in a dozen photos. As I reviewed the shots, I felt sorry for Parks. It's never fun being teased like that. The little show gave me the distinct impression that teasing was all Parks ever got out of this particular relationship. I admired his underwear, however. The striped Hanes briefs showed off his ass handsomely – a very squeezable booty.
As I looked through the photos in the camera's viewer, the facial expressions were indistinct but Parks body language said he put everything he had into that kiss. It was an odd contrast to his I'm-totally-straight pose the last time I had talked to him. “How come,” I asked Merle, “How come I can tell he's wearing Hanes, but I can't read his facial expression?” Merle was never helpful with questions like this; indifference was generally his reaction; but then I thought maybe that's his way of saying, “Just ignore it; food is more important.”
As we walked back to the barn, I felt infused with good feelings, a warmth all over despite the chill of the day. The Valentine's dinner was a fond memory and had been a high point in many ways. That shared night of snowed-in Valentine's pleasure seemed to form a bond among the eight of us that would last. It didn't, of course, but the promise seemed so real.
Just a week later Jawan and Mo struck out on their own. They decided to become dual fitness instructors at Jawan's old gym. With Stan's approval, which was immediate as soon as he met them, they moved into my old apartment. The fitness program deal was apparently working out financially, because I had recently received a rent refund from Stan.
Just as quickly, I got over my fucked-while-passed-out snit. My few attempts to get back at Frank were failures. He always wore up and instantly became not just willing but eager, as if getting fucked had been his idea.
That was the good news. The harder part was when Butch found out his mother was dead. Linda's urgency to see him was propelled by her cancer. She had recovered from an earlier bout with the disease some years before with the warning that it would come back. It returned as a killer. It was especially sad given their reconciliation. The death was difficult; but the fact she left Butch her controlling ownership share of the farm was destructive. At first Mike and Butch went on with the benefit of more dollars in their pockets; but it quickly became obvious that the lives of a near-billionaire and a carpenter's apprentice were incompatible. They tried to stay together but it became hopeless. It broke their hearts when they failed.
One evening I found Mike at the kitchen table in tears. “I just want to love him. Refo. I know he loves me. I just want one more night with him. Can't I have that?” We sipped moonshine and cried together. Mike slept on the sofa that night. I got into bed feeling miserable and a little drunk. “If you fuck me, I'll break your dick off,” I told Frank. I'd like to think that he wouldn't have, even without my warning; but in any case he didn't. I felt untouched, almost virginal in the morning.
I kissed Frank when he got up and asked, “What are we going to do with Mike?”
“I'm taking him to work for a start. Nothing like hard work to get your mind off things.”
I was skeptical, but when Frank got home that night he was grinning. “So ...” he began, “Remember when I told you I thought the woman who wanted the new barn was into Mike? Well, I believe … I'm not sure, mind you, 'cause he would say anything, but I believe he spent most of the day fucking her. He sure as hell didn't do a lick of work helping me. Well, kind of, he did, I guess. He got us more work. We were going to finish the job by the end of the week but she said, 'You know, I think I want the barn to be about fifty feet to the right. This location blocks the view of the river from the main house.' Her exact words! Refo, there is no view of the river. Not from the main house or anywhere else. Her husband went bat shit. But she said there would be a view of Bull Run if she cut down some trees and she wheedled and begged and he finally said ok. So tomorrow we're tearing down this brand new barn and moving it fifty feet as soon as I can get the permits. I'm gonna make soooo much money on this job.”
With the barn project restarted, Frank got other inquiries for projects. There are now several women in Fauquier County who are eager to have Frank do some work for them. “You'll bring along that nice boy who helps you, right, Mister Pierce?” Frank's “Yes ma'am, Mike's a hard worker,” seals the deal.
Sarah Felsen was appalled when she heard this. It wasn't long after she moved into Jawan's old room for her recuperation – once she got the bandages off - that she resumed trying to run my life and everyone else's in the neighborhood. I actually like having her here. I was lonely after Jawan moved out.
“Refo, you can't let Mike waste himself as a plaything for the ungrateful Trophy Wives of the Virginia Hunt Country.”
“He's not gonna wear anything out, Sarah, and he looks great. More mature now. A little suffering does amazingly good things to boyish innocence.”
“I liked him better as a young, dumb twink with a big dick. That kind is hard to find.”
“He's not dumb.”
“Aha! So I'm right about the big dick! I knew it.” She actually rubbed her hands together relishing her deduction. “OW!” Her expression of triumph had caused a twinge of pain among her still-healing scars.
“Serves you right. Leave Mike alone.” Counterthrust: “When can you start wearing makeup again? You're looking rather masculine.”
“Yeah, well suffering does amazing things to girlish innocence, too.”
“Girlish … that ended when you were eight and got a training bra.”
We bicker, but we have fun. She has been helping me spend my money wisely, furnishing the barn, hauling us all over the Shenandoah Valley to auctions and sales. I have to say the place is starting to look stylish, much better than I ever could have done alone. Even Frank complimented her on the price she negotiated for a desk that he refinished.
It was Sarah who first detected the change in Charlie and Jody's relationship. “Oh, they're together; they're fucking and all, but it isn't exclusive.” I refused to believe her but she persisted. “I'm just saying … they're spicing up their lives with a little variety.”
CharIie was supposedly my best friend, but it was Jody who told me. “I met this dude who looked so much like Frank in high school, Refo. It was completely amazing. They could be twins separated by about ten years. He even sounded the way Frank used to when he was young ... that soft huskiness in his voice.” Jody didn't say it, but it was plain he had had sex with Frank's clone. “He's from Bristol,” Jody said mentioning a Tennessee town most of a day's drive away. It was his way of saying, “I'll never see him again.”
Charlie acknowledged what was going on without telling me if he was fooling around as well. I think he would have told me if anything was going on, but I couldn't count on it any more. Marriage changes people. “I don't begrudge Jody a little fun, Reef. He's so amazing; he really owes it to the world to make more than one guy happy.” Charlie's rationalization probably wouldn't work over the long term, but who am I to predict what two people are going to do. Charlie was happy sharing; Jody seemed happy eventually coming home at night. Maybe a little variety wouldn't hurt.
When Merle and I got back to the barn from our photo expedition, I called to Sarah, “You ready to go to Harper's Ferry?” There was an auction that included some prison property that Sarah claimed dated from the Civil War.
“Refo, could we delay a bit? Your neighbors called and want to come say hello.”
“What neighbors?”
“Loren and Joanna Parks, just down the road.”
“I didn't know he was married.”
“She's his step-sister, she told me.” The way Sarah Felsen said step-sister implied more shades of meaning than a team of lawyers could get out of a dictionary. “His STEP wink-wink sister,” she leered.
“You'll be interested in these photos then,” I told her and plugged the camera into the TV.
“Oh, my …” Sarah viewed the little scene in the field and was filled with thoughts of possibilities beyond her always ambitious dreams. “Slightly delicate boy or slightly masculine girl? And such a tease. He's her toy. My God,Refo! She knew you were taking the pictures! Go back! Back to that last one! Before she pulled his pants down ... See? She's looking right into the camera. She's winking!”
I had to admit Sarah was right.
“So you won't mind if we skip the trip to Harper's Ferry? Would you, Refo? Most of that Civil War stuff isn't any good; it's just old.”
The Parkers came to call. Sarah and Joanna formed a perfect bond each intuitively appreciating the other. I got the sense that Loren knew what lay ahead for him and was deeply ashamed. He knew - and he knew that I knew - that he was complicit; he had already agreed to every compromise that would be demanded of him. Only his degree of reluctance remained a question. But that is his business. And Joanna's. And Sarah's.
The only part of it that was my business was what happened under my roof and it wasn't going to include the Parks-Felsen follies. Frank agreed completely when I told him.
“You were right to get them to do it at the Parks' place, Reef.” Frank cocked his head and Merle mimicked him, as they listened to the groans coming from Jawan's old bedroom. “But when are they going to leave?”
“As soon as Sarah's bandages are off for good. She promised.”
“And she'll keep her promise?”
I shook my head. “She never has yet.”
Frank laughed. “You have a way of attracting strays. They drift in and out. It's always going to be like this, isn't it? Some new stray in the other bedroom?” He gave me a kiss with the promise of more to follow. “Am I one of your strays?”
“Of course not.”
Frank went back to kissing me. Things progressed quickly and he entered me before I was ready. I gasped from a little surprise and a little pain.
There was a banging on the wall. “Keep it down in there!!!” Sarah demanded. She was another proof that a pain in the ass can sometimes be a good thing.
It was cool for early May, barely into the 40s and there were gray clouds to the west. Merle loved this kind of weather and was traversing the farm from fence to fence in a dead run as I walked south toward the little hill where the irregular shaped property widened. The apple trees were in bloom and I wanted to get some pictures before the rain took the petals off the trees. The trees in their first spring were not much more than wands covered in pinkish-white flowers swaying in the air. Single-minded honey bees flitted from flower to flower; they took brief notice of me and kept to their jobs. I knelt to take some closeups, which Merle mistook for a signal to play. I had to push him away after he tried to hump me in some symbolic, non-sexual way.
“I'm the boss, Merle. So fuck off.” My stern tone worked with dogs.. Merle stood beside me and after a quick lick of my cheek sat quietly while I took pictures. Thinking maybe I was too harsh with him, I stroked his damp fur. Suddenly he picked up his head and looked north.
I saw my neighbor Loren Parks and someone smaller. It was hard to tell at a distance but they seemed to be talking earnestly. That's what telephoto lenses are for, I thought. I swapped out the lens on the camera and took another look. Parks was talking to a delicate featured young man, who suddenly embraced him. Held tightly in Parks answering arms, the young man shifted his grip to Park's ass and squeezed. Parks with some reluctance kissed the young man and allowed his pants to get pulled low on his hips. The hands then slid into his underwear and squeezed again. Park's kiss became ardent and eager. Seconds later the teasing young man broke the embrace and walked away, leaving Parks to pull his pants up using the careful motions of a man with an erection.
It was reflexive. Almost without thinking I had captured the pastoral vignette in a dozen photos. As I reviewed the shots, I felt sorry for Parks. It's never fun being teased like that. The little show gave me the distinct impression that teasing was all Parks ever got out of this particular relationship. I admired his underwear, however. The striped Hanes briefs showed off his ass handsomely – a very squeezable booty.
As I looked through the photos in the camera's viewer, the facial expressions were indistinct but Parks body language said he put everything he had into that kiss. It was an odd contrast to his I'm-totally-straight pose the last time I had talked to him. “How come,” I asked Merle, “How come I can tell he's wearing Hanes, but I can't read his facial expression?” Merle was never helpful with questions like this; indifference was generally his reaction; but then I thought maybe that's his way of saying, “Just ignore it; food is more important.”
As we walked back to the barn, I felt infused with good feelings, a warmth all over despite the chill of the day. The Valentine's dinner was a fond memory and had been a high point in many ways. That shared night of snowed-in Valentine's pleasure seemed to form a bond among the eight of us that would last. It didn't, of course, but the promise seemed so real.
Just a week later Jawan and Mo struck out on their own. They decided to become dual fitness instructors at Jawan's old gym. With Stan's approval, which was immediate as soon as he met them, they moved into my old apartment. The fitness program deal was apparently working out financially, because I had recently received a rent refund from Stan.
Just as quickly, I got over my fucked-while-passed-out snit. My few attempts to get back at Frank were failures. He always wore up and instantly became not just willing but eager, as if getting fucked had been his idea.
That was the good news. The harder part was when Butch found out his mother was dead. Linda's urgency to see him was propelled by her cancer. She had recovered from an earlier bout with the disease some years before with the warning that it would come back. It returned as a killer. It was especially sad given their reconciliation. The death was difficult; but the fact she left Butch her controlling ownership share of the farm was destructive. At first Mike and Butch went on with the benefit of more dollars in their pockets; but it quickly became obvious that the lives of a near-billionaire and a carpenter's apprentice were incompatible. They tried to stay together but it became hopeless. It broke their hearts when they failed.
One evening I found Mike at the kitchen table in tears. “I just want to love him. Refo. I know he loves me. I just want one more night with him. Can't I have that?” We sipped moonshine and cried together. Mike slept on the sofa that night. I got into bed feeling miserable and a little drunk. “If you fuck me, I'll break your dick off,” I told Frank. I'd like to think that he wouldn't have, even without my warning; but in any case he didn't. I felt untouched, almost virginal in the morning.
I kissed Frank when he got up and asked, “What are we going to do with Mike?”
“I'm taking him to work for a start. Nothing like hard work to get your mind off things.”
I was skeptical, but when Frank got home that night he was grinning. “So ...” he began, “Remember when I told you I thought the woman who wanted the new barn was into Mike? Well, I believe … I'm not sure, mind you, 'cause he would say anything, but I believe he spent most of the day fucking her. He sure as hell didn't do a lick of work helping me. Well, kind of, he did, I guess. He got us more work. We were going to finish the job by the end of the week but she said, 'You know, I think I want the barn to be about fifty feet to the right. This location blocks the view of the river from the main house.' Her exact words! Refo, there is no view of the river. Not from the main house or anywhere else. Her husband went bat shit. But she said there would be a view of Bull Run if she cut down some trees and she wheedled and begged and he finally said ok. So tomorrow we're tearing down this brand new barn and moving it fifty feet as soon as I can get the permits. I'm gonna make soooo much money on this job.”
With the barn project restarted, Frank got other inquiries for projects. There are now several women in Fauquier County who are eager to have Frank do some work for them. “You'll bring along that nice boy who helps you, right, Mister Pierce?” Frank's “Yes ma'am, Mike's a hard worker,” seals the deal.
Sarah Felsen was appalled when she heard this. It wasn't long after she moved into Jawan's old room for her recuperation – once she got the bandages off - that she resumed trying to run my life and everyone else's in the neighborhood. I actually like having her here. I was lonely after Jawan moved out.
“Refo, you can't let Mike waste himself as a plaything for the ungrateful Trophy Wives of the Virginia Hunt Country.”
“He's not gonna wear anything out, Sarah, and he looks great. More mature now. A little suffering does amazingly good things to boyish innocence.”
“I liked him better as a young, dumb twink with a big dick. That kind is hard to find.”
“He's not dumb.”
“Aha! So I'm right about the big dick! I knew it.” She actually rubbed her hands together relishing her deduction. “OW!” Her expression of triumph had caused a twinge of pain among her still-healing scars.
“Serves you right. Leave Mike alone.” Counterthrust: “When can you start wearing makeup again? You're looking rather masculine.”
“Yeah, well suffering does amazing things to girlish innocence, too.”
“Girlish … that ended when you were eight and got a training bra.”
We bicker, but we have fun. She has been helping me spend my money wisely, furnishing the barn, hauling us all over the Shenandoah Valley to auctions and sales. I have to say the place is starting to look stylish, much better than I ever could have done alone. Even Frank complimented her on the price she negotiated for a desk that he refinished.
It was Sarah who first detected the change in Charlie and Jody's relationship. “Oh, they're together; they're fucking and all, but it isn't exclusive.” I refused to believe her but she persisted. “I'm just saying … they're spicing up their lives with a little variety.”
CharIie was supposedly my best friend, but it was Jody who told me. “I met this dude who looked so much like Frank in high school, Refo. It was completely amazing. They could be twins separated by about ten years. He even sounded the way Frank used to when he was young ... that soft huskiness in his voice.” Jody didn't say it, but it was plain he had had sex with Frank's clone. “He's from Bristol,” Jody said mentioning a Tennessee town most of a day's drive away. It was his way of saying, “I'll never see him again.”
Charlie acknowledged what was going on without telling me if he was fooling around as well. I think he would have told me if anything was going on, but I couldn't count on it any more. Marriage changes people. “I don't begrudge Jody a little fun, Reef. He's so amazing; he really owes it to the world to make more than one guy happy.” Charlie's rationalization probably wouldn't work over the long term, but who am I to predict what two people are going to do. Charlie was happy sharing; Jody seemed happy eventually coming home at night. Maybe a little variety wouldn't hurt.
When Merle and I got back to the barn from our photo expedition, I called to Sarah, “You ready to go to Harper's Ferry?” There was an auction that included some prison property that Sarah claimed dated from the Civil War.
“Refo, could we delay a bit? Your neighbors called and want to come say hello.”
“What neighbors?”
“Loren and Joanna Parks, just down the road.”
“I didn't know he was married.”
“She's his step-sister, she told me.” The way Sarah Felsen said step-sister implied more shades of meaning than a team of lawyers could get out of a dictionary. “His STEP wink-wink sister,” she leered.
“You'll be interested in these photos then,” I told her and plugged the camera into the TV.
“Oh, my …” Sarah viewed the little scene in the field and was filled with thoughts of possibilities beyond her always ambitious dreams. “Slightly delicate boy or slightly masculine girl? And such a tease. He's her toy. My God,Refo! She knew you were taking the pictures! Go back! Back to that last one! Before she pulled his pants down ... See? She's looking right into the camera. She's winking!”
I had to admit Sarah was right.
“So you won't mind if we skip the trip to Harper's Ferry? Would you, Refo? Most of that Civil War stuff isn't any good; it's just old.”
The Parkers came to call. Sarah and Joanna formed a perfect bond each intuitively appreciating the other. I got the sense that Loren knew what lay ahead for him and was deeply ashamed. He knew - and he knew that I knew - that he was complicit; he had already agreed to every compromise that would be demanded of him. Only his degree of reluctance remained a question. But that is his business. And Joanna's. And Sarah's.
The only part of it that was my business was what happened under my roof and it wasn't going to include the Parks-Felsen follies. Frank agreed completely when I told him.
“You were right to get them to do it at the Parks' place, Reef.” Frank cocked his head and Merle mimicked him, as they listened to the groans coming from Jawan's old bedroom. “But when are they going to leave?”
“As soon as Sarah's bandages are off for good. She promised.”
“And she'll keep her promise?”
I shook my head. “She never has yet.”
Frank laughed. “You have a way of attracting strays. They drift in and out. It's always going to be like this, isn't it? Some new stray in the other bedroom?” He gave me a kiss with the promise of more to follow. “Am I one of your strays?”
“Of course not.”
Frank went back to kissing me. Things progressed quickly and he entered me before I was ready. I gasped from a little surprise and a little pain.
There was a banging on the wall. “Keep it down in there!!!” Sarah demanded. She was another proof that a pain in the ass can sometimes be a good thing.
Rory,
Happy Fourth of July!
Thanks for the update - I've missed your chapters.
But, I have this sense of finality in this chapter - is this the end of our excursion into rural Virginia with the guys?
Happy Fourth of July!
Thanks for the update - I've missed your chapters.
But, I have this sense of finality in this chapter - is this the end of our excursion into rural Virginia with the guys?
EasyRory
JUB Addict
Yes, finis. Exeunt omnes.
Hope all o' y'all (the expansive Southern plural) liked it. I need to chew on some possibilities for a follow on.
Hope all o' y'all (the expansive Southern plural) liked it. I need to chew on some possibilities for a follow on.
We enjoyed the story a lot - always sad to see our guys exit stage right.
Hope you have/had a great 4th.
Hope you have/had a great 4th.
EasyRory
JUB Addict
Thanks for the compliments. There shall be another story, but I need to think about the possibilities for a bit, which threads to pull. Plus my life is a little chaotic; many (good) things are distracting me at the moment.
GOOD things distracting you in the REAL world is good.
Maybe some vignettes to peek in on some of our friends from the past . . .
Maybe some vignettes to peek in on some of our friends from the past . . .
EasyRory
JUB Addict
Really? You want the Alameda gang back?
Problem one (not related to the Alameda guys): I have typed the letters off my keyboard without becoming really good at touch typing, sending my typo rate through the ceiling. I need to get a new keyboard. It's hard to look at a lot of blank keys and wonder if that one is really the J key.
Problem two: I think I like the Alameda guys too much. I might do the wrong thing to them.
Problem one (not related to the Alameda guys): I have typed the letters off my keyboard without becoming really good at touch typing, sending my typo rate through the ceiling. I need to get a new keyboard. It's hard to look at a lot of blank keys and wonder if that one is really the J key.
Problem two: I think I like the Alameda guys too much. I might do the wrong thing to them.
I can understand that - I like ALL of your guys.
And, it wouldn't have to be a full blown series - some vignettes to stop by - there, DC/NY, the international "spies", the whole nine yards. I do have the uneasy memories of a couple of the guys - can't remember the names off hand - the mentor who wound up with ALS, and our "perfect" couple with the protege' who fucked up.
I read a lot, so I don't always remember all of the details, but the sense of the big picture and the related emotions.
Our Mexican connection to the family - all of that.
p.s. the J key should be easy - mine had a little ridge on it and the F to help set my fingers in the dark.
Personal Typing, one semester course in high school on an Olivetti Underwood electric typewriter was probably the best value course I ever took - my kids all had "keyboarding" in grammar school.
And, it wouldn't have to be a full blown series - some vignettes to stop by - there, DC/NY, the international "spies", the whole nine yards. I do have the uneasy memories of a couple of the guys - can't remember the names off hand - the mentor who wound up with ALS, and our "perfect" couple with the protege' who fucked up.
I read a lot, so I don't always remember all of the details, but the sense of the big picture and the related emotions.
Our Mexican connection to the family - all of that.
p.s. the J key should be easy - mine had a little ridge on it and the F to help set my fingers in the dark.
Personal Typing, one semester course in high school on an Olivetti Underwood electric typewriter was probably the best value course I ever took - my kids all had "keyboarding" in grammar school.
EasyRory
JUB Addict
I'll come up with something ... maybe we can have some visitors from other tales.
Wasn't there a traveling salesman and his friend(s)/business manager in the mix, too?
Never did find out what happened to them.
Never did find out what happened to them.
EasyRory
JUB Addict
Auto, our mindful moderator, deleted that one. I transgressed.
Really? I don't remember you crossing a line - I'm going to guess one of your characters must had admitted to being less than the requisite age.
EasyRory
JUB Addict
He was 17 and a half and totally horny. He lured the hero into skinny dipping and, although the hero manfully resisted ... Auto deleted it. 
Damn - couldn't he have just adjusted the age to 18?!
EasyRory
JUB Addict
It was more involved than that. The kid was awestruck by the hero, hero-worshipping him literally, and the kid wanted it to get into sex. The hero was planning to refuse, but things never got that far. I looked at whether my copy could be fixed and decided it wasn't worth doing. There were some parts of the story I liked, but there was too much going on. I basically needed to kill off a half-dozen characters. 
Edit: I'm impressed that you remembered the story. "Route 17" it was called; lots of it came from real life.
Edit: I'm impressed that you remembered the story. "Route 17" it was called; lots of it came from real life.