Collins Hardware, Monday, July 10, 1950
Luckily for BJ, Sunday had been a very busy, active day filled with all kinds of summer family doings. Those distractions sure helped him a lot. He hadn’t thought about what happened after work in Collins’ barn all day. Not at all, actually, that is, until he saw Kevin bright and early Monday morning. Immediately, his face flushed as he caught Kevin’s gaze.
“What’s with you, BJ?” asked Gert when she saw the red face. “Are you feeling ok?”
“Sure,” BJ replied as nonchalantly as he could. To change the subject before Gert said anything more, he turned to Collins and asked, “So where are we off to this morning?”
“Just the usual Monday stuff,” Collins replied, thinking to himself, ‘BJ makes the schedule. He should know.’ But instead of teasing BJ, like he normally would, Collins let it go. But then he had another thought. “Uh oh,” he said a bit too loudly. Both BJ and Kevin turned to see what he was “uh-oh-ing” about. Collins pretended to look over the work checklist of the day as he spoke up. “I forgot about something. Kev, why don’t you take all the guys and get the lawns going. You’ll get through it fast enough if you all work together. BJ, you’re with me. Okay, guys?”
“Sure thing, boss,” Kevin said with a smile. “Come on, boys. Let’s load up the trucks and get going.” Ryan, Bo, Ricky, Shawn, and TJ all hopped to it and got all their tools and equipment loaded up. “Ryan,” called Kevin, “can you take the guys in your car and follow me?”
Ryan grinned, happy he got to drive, and said, “Sure thing, Coach.”
Kevin called over to the guys, “Hey, Shane, you’re with me.”
“Why, what’d I do?” whined Shane. The other guys all laughed and teased him.
“Count yourself privileged,” Kevin replied with an air of superiority.
Collins shook his head and laughed as the gang drove off to their first assignment. Then he turned and saw the scowl on BJ’s face. “What’s this all about?” BJ asked, suspiciously. “You never send them off altogether. Kevin’s sure going to have his hands full with all five of them at once.”
Collins shrugged and said, “Coach will be just fine. He knows how to handle them all pretty well after all this time.” BJ made a face like he disagreed but said nothing. “This…” Collins waved his hand between the two of them, “…is about you and me. We need some bonding time, doncha think?”
“If you say so,” BJ said, not convinced that was what Collins was really on about. “Where we going?”
“Schoenecker’s place,” Collins replied as he climbed into the truck. “I want to check it out and see how their new garden extension is doing.
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As they drove down the drive and got out onto Route 161 heading to the North Side, Collins got right down to it. “BJ.” He paused, getting BJ’s attention. “You write our work schedules, and you didn’t know what we were doing today. That doesn’t happen. What’s wrong?” BJ said nothing. He continued looking out the window. Collins tried again. “We’re friends, right? You sure helped me, listened to me, when my life was crazy, and I couldn’t figure things out. You never judged me or criticized me for how crazy I was during that tough time. Let me know the same for you.” Collins paused a moment, then said, “Sometimes working hard helps get your mind off things, and that’s what today can be.” Pause. “I just want you to know, I am your friend, and I can listen anytime you want to talk about whatever it is.” Collins said nothing more.
When the truck pulled up to the Schoeneckers’ property, Collins instructed, “Let’s walk around first. See what’s what. Then we can figure out what we need to do.”
“Sounds good,” BJ replied as he shut the truck door behind him.
‘Well, at least his tongue still works, if he wants to use it,’ thought Collins as they walked down the driveway heading toward the backyard.
After a long morning of digging holes and moving plants around, splitting up some they needed more space and tossing any dead leaves and stalks, they hit a point when they could take a break. Collins walked over to BJ and asked, “You hungry? How ’bout some lunch at Tilly’s?”
“Sounds good. I could eat.”
As they climbed into the truck, Collins grinned and said, “I think it’s strawberry chiffon pie today. Yum!”
BJ actually smiled and nodded.
As they were driving back to Schoenecker’s after lunch, BJ asked Collins, “So how’d you know it was something personal?”
Collins shrugged and said, “Nothing else bothers you. You take it all in stride.”
BJ nodded and let the silence be.
They worked for another few hours and called it quits. “Thanks for working on this with me all day,” said Collins as they packed the equipment back into the truck. “I know you’d much rather be supervising Joey and Tommy and the boys.”
BJ had to laugh at that. “You know it, boss. Much more fun than working alone with the boss.”
“The Missus will be ecstatic when she sees how those beds grow in,” Collins said as he started up the truck. “And you know she’ll be telling you all about what a great gardener you are. With her waist cinched and lips all red, just to tell you.”
BJ grinned and shook his head at Collins’ teasing. “Yeah, yeah. All right. I’ll tell you.”
Without blinking, Collins asked, “The Legion? Tilly’s? Or my place?”
BJ whipped his head to his left. He stared for just a moment. Then looked forward again and said, “How ‘bout your place?”
“The back porch it is.” And Collins drove across the bridge and headed straight down Maple Street.
As they got to Collins block, BJ had a sudden thought. “Hey, Collins, didn’t you tell me once that you have certain rules for visiting guests out on your back porch?”
“I do. Usually…” Collins admitted. “But we can forego those for today.”
After Collins parked in the drive and the two men headed toward the back porch, BJ had to ask, “Remind me… what are those conditions you put out there?”
By this point, they were at the back screen door. Collins squeaked it open and motioned for BJ to walk in ahead of him. “Well, you know how much I hate wearing clothes, doncha? Well, when I have a beer or a bourbon out here, I drink naked. And if a bud joins me, I require him to dress like me. Naked.”
“Ah, okay, I see,” BJ stumbled through his thoughts. He wondered if this was going to be a drinking visit, and would Collins ask him to be naked with him? “And so… um… tonight, are we…?”
Collins turned around and looked at BJ with a very serious expression on his face. “Tonight, I want you to feel comfortable. I want to hear about what’s bothering you. And because you’ve been so quiet about it all day, for the first time, I’m going to say… do what makes you feel comfortable.” BJ nodded. Then Collins asked, “What would you like to drink? I’ve got beer, bourbon, Coke, orange juice, or I can make a pot of coffee if that’s what you’d like. What’ll it be?”
BJ didn’t even think about it. “Bourbon.”
Collins nodded and said, “Make yourself comfortable out here. Sit where you’d like. I’ll get our drinks.”
It took Collins mere minutes to make two highballs, stiff ones, knowing that they had serious business to talk about. Well, at least he supposed it would be serious. BJ looked like it was going to be serious. And after all, they were going to be drinking bourbon. So before he carried the two drinks out to the porch, Collins pulled off his t-shirt and unhooked his belt, letting his chinos fall to the floor. He grabbed the drinks and sauntered out to the porch.
He saw that BJ had positioned himself on Grandad’s old glider thingamajig, where Collins usually sat. In his head whirled the question, ‘Should I sit there next to him or should I sit in Grandma’s overstuffed chintz chair in the corner?’ All that ran through his head in the seconds it took him to sidle up to BJ. Then, when he was about to hand him his drink, Collins almost dropped it on the floor. There sat BJ, totally naked, waiting for him. That was a huge surprise.
“I didn’t want to break any of your normal rules,” was BJ’s explanation.
Trying to remain as serious as the occasion demanded, Collins said, “I wouldn’t have minded if you had, but isn’t this more comfortable?”
“It is now,” BJ replied, “but we’ll see how comfortable it feels in a minute or two.”
‘That sounded foreboding,’ thought Collins as he handed BJ his bourbon and sat down on the cushion next to him. Immediately, he felt the heat wafting off BJ’s body, almost like that side of his body was sunburnt or something. Collins flexed his butt cheeks and squirmed a bit, getting himself comfortable before he finally said, “Okay. Tell me. What’s wrong?”
BJ stared down at the amber drink he held in his hand and suddenly downed the whole glass. Collins was astounded. He never thought BJ was much of a drinker. That seemed kind of dramatic. But, always an excellent host, he asked, “Do you need another?” BJ, still looking downward, into his lap at this point, nodded ‘yes’ and handed the glass back to Collins.
This time, Collins came back not only with BJ’s glass but the bottle as well. ‘I don’t want to be bouncing up and down all night. He can take what he needs, when he needs it.’ This time around, BJ only drank half the glass, then set it on the small table in front of the thingamajig. Then BJ sat back, resting his head on the back of the glider.
“I’m here, Collins, because I know I can trust you.” That’s how BJ started this conversation, started without ever looking at Collins.
In response, Collins grunted, “Uh-huh, you know you can.”
“The other day…” And BJ went on to tell Collins about Wilbur Schultz spying on the boys. Collins was aghast, which pleased BJ. ‘At least we had the same reaction,’ BJ thought. “I’m not sure if I should tell you the next part, but I have to.” And he did. He told Collins what he made Wilbur do. “I’m so ashamed I treated him like that. I should have… I can’t think now what I should have done, but it wasn’t that!”
Collins was more shocked by what Wilbur did than what BJ did afterward. “I told you you could tell me anything you wanted to tell me. And you can. I can’t judge you for how you responded in that moment. Even now, you don’t exactly know what you should have done instead. That doesn’t matter. It happened. I don’t think less of you. It’s all okay.” Collins paused a moment, then added, “I’m glad you defended our guys. It would definitely have stunned them if they knew that had happened. And I’m glad you protected them.” They both took big gulps of bourbon and sat in silence for a moment or two while Collins figured out what he really wanted to say to BJ.
When he was ready, Collins said, “Okay, here goes. Sometimes, sex acts are not about pleasure. They are about power. That happens all the time between a man and a woman, just by the sheer nature of the mechanics of intercourse. She must receive him, and he can insert himself in any way he wants. It can be a power play. Show her who’s in charge and who’s boss. Between two men, it isn’t as clear-cut. But you instinctively wanted to show Wilbur you were the one who had power over him. Getting him down on his knees, being subservient to you in that moment, is exactly how you showed him you were the powerful one. He was… the scum on the floor, forced to pleasure you. Men can also get pretty pumped when they use their power over someone else. That in and of itself can bring incredible personal pleasure.”
Collins turned to say this next part, facing BJ, even if BJ didn’t look back at him. “I’m proud of you for defending our guys. I’m proud of you for showing Wilbur Schultz who’s boss and that he can’t just come onto my property and do what he wants. I think it feels awful now to you, because that’s not how you normally behave. You don’t know your own power, and you certainly don’t have to show power regularly. But in that instance, you had to, and you did. I think what you did was much more effective than if you chose to beat the shit out of him. He could actually bring charges against you if you did that. Though I don’t think he would. But he’s not going to tell anyone what he did and what you did as a consequence.”
Having said all that, Collins reached over and rubbed BJ’s shoulder. Then, because he could never be too serious for too long, he had to add, “The only thing I would have done differently was I would have pulled out and shot my load all over his face, especially in his eyeballs. That stings like a muthafucker.”
For the first time in this conversation, BJ turned and looked Collins in the face and asked, “Has Kevin told you about this?”
‘What an odd question,’ Collins thought. “No, why?”
BJ explained. “’Cuz Kev said I actually gave him his reward by cumming in his mouth.” After telling Collins that, BJ could no longer hold back. He burst out laughing uncontrollably.
Collins’ mouth dropped. He was so shocked by BJ laughing so hard. But when he realized what Kevin said, he couldn’t help it either. He busted out howling laughing, too. BJ felt so much better getting this off his chest and felt incredibly relieved having told Collins. And of course, in Collins’ unique way, they found the humor in the story. BJ reached over and pulled Collins into his arms and hugged him tightly as they continued to howl laughing.
Once they calmed down and caught their breath, BJ stretched out on the glider, resting his head on the back and stretching his legs out in front of him. Collins patted BJ’s belly with a chuckle, then stretched his arms up over his head, wrapping his hands around the back of his head as he too stretched his legs out in front of him. After a moment, he pulled himself back into his regular sitting position. He reached down for the bourbon bottle and showed it to BJ and asked, “Another?”
“Sure. Why not?”
BJ leaned forward now, elbows on his knees, staring down at the floor. Collins nudged his shoulder with his half-full glass of bourbon, saying, “There you go.”
BJ sat up and held his glass out to Collins, in a gesture like a toast. Collins clinked his glass with BJ’s, and they both drank. BJ put his glass back on the table and swiveled to face Collins again. “You know, I had no idea how this was going to go. I didn’t even know if I could tell you that story. But man, I’m sure glad I did. I feel like such a shit.”
“You don’t usually let things bother you. So when I saw you like you were today, I knew it was something big. Thanks for trusting me, BJ.”
BJ patted Collins’ knee and said, “You’re alright, boss. I didn’t want to, but I knew I could. And I don’t think it will weigh me down anymore. So thanks for pushing me to tell you.”
Collins pursed his lips and nodded his okay.
Then out of the blue, BJ started laughing again. Collins elbowed him and said, “What’s so funny?”
“I’m just thinking of Kevin’s reaction when I told him that story.”
“How was it you were able to tell Kevin, and it was so difficult to tell me?”
“Kevin was there that day. I told him to be sure the guys all got back to the store okay, and that I had something I had to take care of. So, the next day, Kev asked me what I was up to after work, and I told him. After he heard what happened and what I did, he told me that instead of punishing Wilbur, I gave him exactly what he came for. That kind of pissed me off at first, but, on the other hand, it was really funny the way he said it. And then, well…” BJ’s voice drifted off.
“Ah ha!” Collins squealed, “There’s more, isn’t there? Tell me.”
BJ leaned forward again, elbows on his knees. “Oh god, I shouldn’t say any more.”
Collins laughed, “But you’re going to. Aren’t you?”
“Once Kev got talking about it all, repeating what I said, he gave it a whole different slant.”
“Oh yeah? And what was that?”
BJ turned and looked over his shoulder at Collins and said, “We got aroused.”
Collins burst out laughing again. He couldn’t help it. Then he leaned forward, matching BJ’s position, and asked, “You mean like you are now?” He elbowed BJ for emphasis.
“Fuckin’ bastard,” mumbled BJ. “Don’t you two think of anything else?”
“Nope.” Then Collins laughed again, saying, “Obviously, you’re just like us ‘cuz you don’t either.” He reached down and gave himself a pleasing pull. “It happens all the time to us young guys. We can’t help it. I didn’t know if you older guys reacted the same way at your advanced age.”
That made BJ sit back smugly and show Collins what he had going on between his legs. “I may be almost twenty years older than you, son, but all my equipment works just as well as it did when I was your age. See.” And there lying on his belly, up by his navel, was BJ’s cock, oozing juice and pulsing on his belly.
Collins checked him out then, with a smile, said, “I think you need some help there, old man.” And with that, Collins bent down and sucked BJ’s cock right down his throat, getting a good taste of what the old man had lying there on his belly.
“Fuck! Man oh man,” BJ groaned, “Shit, Collins. I can’t stop you.” Pause.” “I don’t want to stop you.” Pause. “But…” he started to laugh. “Oh fuck, this is so wrong.” He reached out and ran his hand through Collins’ short hair, running his fingers all over his head as it bounced up and down on him. “Damn, that feels good.”
By this point, after all the bourbon he drank, Collins was in his velvet-gloved bourbon haze, relishing the feel and the taste of the cock in his mouth, doing his best to make BJ feel really good. And from the kinds of noises BJ was making, he sure was enjoying it. Before he came again, BJ pushed Collins off his cock and dove down to Collins’ lap, gulping his prick right down, giving as good as he got. Neither man could believe they were actually doing this, and at the same time, neither wanted it to end. They bounced back and forth, sucking on each other’s gorgeous cock, bringing the other guy close to the edge but not over it. This lasted for quite some time, until finally, while Collins was down on BJ once more, BJ shouted, “I’m a goner, boss. Please, make me shoot. I’ll give you everything that’s left in there. Take it. Please! Suck it out of me, will you? Oh yeah, that’s it. Please god. Awwwww.” And BJ let loose while Collins guzzled down every bit of jizz BJ squirted down his throat.
When BJ was done, he pushed Collins off him and then dove down to take care of Collins’ raging hardon. It didn’t take Collins too long to cum either. They both had hung on as long as they could, but now that BJ was done, Collins knew he could let go too, and boy oh boy, he sure did.
Neither man did much of this kind of thing. BJ taking a guy’s load happened rarely. In his orgasmic-drunken stupor, he tried to remember when was the last time. He figured it probably had not happened since before he was married. On the other hand, Collins rarely had someone sucking him dry. He was usually the guy providing a mouth to the other man. Both guys were taking the opposite role tonight, pleasing the other guy. Thanking a friend.
When they were finally done with each other, their spent cocks lay limply on their bellies, still dribbling a bit. BJ spoke up first, “So that’s why you drink bourbon, eh, Collins. Makes you lose all inhibitions, eh.”
Collins laughed and said, “Yeah, that’s one of the best things it does.” He slapped BJ’s belly, cracking themselves up again. They both laughed and laughed and then laughed some more, till they were exhausted and out of breath.
The next morning, Collins was the first to wake up. He lay there a while, listening to BJ snoring. Then he rolled over to look at him and watch as he slept. Collins always found that an interesting way to learn more about a guy, not that sleeping with a guy was by any means a regular thing for him. It had happened a few times when he was in the army, when he and another bud got too drunk and ended up in the same cot, but that was it.
Last night, BJ called his wife and told her he had drunk too much and would see her in the morning. In the morning, however, he didn’t remember making that call. He was alarmed when he woke up in a strange bed with someone else lying next to him. ‘What the f…?’ When he opened his eyes and clearly saw Collins staring back at him, he was even more confused. “What the hell?” he whispered.
Collins smiled and asked, “Coffee?”
“Oh fuck yeah,” BJ groaned.
Collins rolled away from him and climbed out of bed. BJ rolled onto his back and tried to recall what happened last night, though he wasn’t quite sure he really wanted to remember everything. Then he heard the rushing sound of Collins taking his morning piss, making him realize he, too, had to take a whiz. He threw off the sheet covering him and got up. He followed the sound down to the end of the hallway, figuring that was the best way to find the toilet. Collins was just finishing up, standing there shaking himself dry. When he turned and saw BJ standing right there, he chuckled and said, “Next!”
“Sorry, Collins,” BJ said apologetically. Then, with a smile, said, “I gotta pee too.”
Collins stepped aside and waved at the toilet. “It’s all yours, bud.”
As BJ stepped up to the toilet, Collins said, “I’ll put the coffee pot on and meet you in the kitchen.” He didn’t hear BJ’s mumbled response.
When BJ finished up, he wondered if he should at least put his undies on, but then remembered who he was with. He chuckled to himself and dropped his skivvies back on the floor and headed downstairs.
Collins sat at the kitchen table with a coffee mug in front of him. “Help yourself. There’s cream in the fridge if you want some.”
“Thanks,” said BJ as he poured himself a cup and then pulled out a chair and sat down.
They sat opposite each other, quickly sipping their coffees, neither saying a word. The silence wasn’t what you’d call comfortable, but neither man knew what to say to the other.
Collins got up and poured himself another cup of coffee and asked BJ, “Ready for a top-up?”
“Sure.”
Collins filled BJ’s cup with hot coffee and set the pot back on the stove. Taking his chair again, he looked over at a puffy-faced BJ and said, “I’ve got extra work polos if you want one.”
“That’ll be good, thanks,” he replied without looking up. They finished off their coffees and stood, knowing that they’d need to get out to the farm pretty quick before the rest of the crew got out there. Otherwise, there’d be uncomfortable explanations to give, especially to Kevin. As they climbed the stairs to get their clothes on, BJ said, “I’m not ready to talk about last night, but we probably need to sometime.”
Collins couldn’t help himself, he had to say, “Come back some night for another bourbon and you can tell whatever is on your mind.” BJ’s only response was a raised eyebrow.
They got to the top of the stairs and turned into Collins’ bedroom to gather up their clothes. While they pulled on their chinos, Collins said very seriously, “I don’t know about you, BJ…” BJ turned to look at Collins, dying to know what he was going to say now. Collins blushed a bit as he finished his sentence. “…but I think I’m in love.”
BJ picked up the closest thing he could find, a pillow on the bed, and threw it at Collins, smacking him right in the face. Then both of them started laughing all over again.
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