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I got this instantaneous feeling the first time Paul smiled at me from across the bar: attraction, yes, but more urgent. Like need.

I was in the throes of a major breakup and depressed, to be sure. I’d fallen asleep in the taxi, which was a thing people did in driverless cars, drifting off in those cushy backseats while being spirited through the streets. It woke me with a high-pitched beep and then I was in front of the bar, wiping the drool off my chin. I caught a glimpse of myself in the dark windows of the taxi before it went off – I was strewn.

I fixed myself up as best I could in the bathroom, then sat at the bar and ordered an old fashioned. Got on my phone, cruised the apps for a good hour while I sucked down a second drink. Then I asked myself what I was looking for. There was a good crowd at the bar, not that I was interacting with any of them. Companionship? Cheap sex? Drunken oblivion?

I was just about to order another car home when Paul smiled at me. He was sitting at the other end of the bar. He raised his drink at me – a round glass of scotch, it looked like. I nodded back. He walked over to me.

Need. Desire. He was gorgeous, but not too gorgeous – attainable, boy-next-door in a box. He wore a well-fitting button-down shirt and jeans that he filled out. He was overripe, like he’d once been a gym god but had let himself go just enough to be in your league, and maybe, once you’d acquired him, he’d get even sexier.

I put all this together after that night, of course – delineated the details, the way he’d put designs on me. In that moment, though – Paul right in front of me, extending his hand – I was dazzled.

“I’m Paul,” he said. I took his warm, solid hand in mine. He had slightest, most alluring gap between his teeth.

“Connor,” I said. I picked up my glass – drained the last drops of my drink. Then, like it was choreographed, the bartender appeared. Set a drink in front of me. I looked at the bartender. Did she smirk at me, just slightly, before she walked away?

“I ordered that drink for my friend,” Paul said. He sat on the stool next to mine. “He just cancelled, though. Do you want it?”

“Sure,” I said. I set down my empty glass. Picked up the one in front of me, which looked just like the one Paul was drinking. I sniffed it. Scotch. Took a sip. “Thanks,” I said.

“No problem,” he said.

“What happened to your friend?” I said.

“My friend…he got called into work. He’s a nurse.”

“Oh,” I said. Thinking: he’s lying. Does he have a partner he’s cheating on? Something’s off.

“We’re just friends,” he said. “I mean, I’ve known him since I was really young.” He took a drink. I did the same. “Have we met before?” he said. “You look familiar.”

“I don’t think so,” I said. “Facebook, maybe?”

“Oh, I’m not on Facebook,” he said.

“Instagram? Meert?” He shook his head.

“I’m not on any social media,” he said.

“Really?”

“I prefer to connect with people in person,” he said.

“But how do you…I mean, there’s so many things you need it for,” I said. He shrugged.

It’s difficult to overstate how attractive this made him. To be absent, digitally, was so rare. I wasn’t even sure I believed him, but as a line it was impeccable – this instant click of the new, a person I couldn’t find everything about when he went to the bathroom.

Which he did, shortly after ordering another drink for himself. “Another Janus,” he said to the bartender, and then walked to the back of the bar. Janus Red. The bartender took it from the shelf, upended its distinctive red and goldenrod bottle so the liquor glugged over the single fat, square ice cube. She set it on the bar. Looked at me, again with the smirk on her face.

“Do you know Paul?” I said. The smirk changed into something inscrutable.

“Sure,” she said. “He comes in here often. Good guy.” I nodded. I didn’t need a ton of reassurance, honestly: I was horny, and half-drunk, and Paul was walking back to me with his thick thighs leading the way. He saw his fresh drink and smiled at the bartender. Sat down. Picked up the glass, sipped it.

“Ah,” he said. Saw that my glass was empty. “You want another?”

“Sure,” I said, and decided to take a swing. “But I also wouldn’t mind getting out of here.”

“Great,” he said. “But let’s have another while we’re, uh, talking details?”

“What details?” I said, but he’d already summoned the bartender.

“One more, Sheila. Janus Red.”

“Got it,” she said.

“What details?” I said again. Was he a sex worker? I had thoughts of pricing, terms of agreement…

“Oh just where we’re going…you do want to go home with me, don’t you?” he said.

“Definitely,” I said.

“That’s all I meant,” he said. “Your place or mine?” he said, and laughed with the realization that he’d just spouted a cliché.

“Yours,” I said. “If that’s okay.” The glass knocked lightly against the wooden bar when Sheila set it down.

“Sure. I’ve got a place just around the corner,” he said. “And I think we’re gonna have fun.”

“Me too,” I said. “You’re really sexy.”

“So are you,” he said. We were smiling at each other, and for a split second his smile got impossibly bigger. Too big. But then, like he’d sensed my micro-expression of repulsion, he quickly readjusted, softened it.

“Mm,” he said, and picked up his drink. “I want to enjoy this, first,” he said, looking at the glass. “Have you ever had Janus before?”

“Uh…I don’t know,” I said.

“Janus Red,” he said, and put the glass under his nose. Sniffed. Motioned for me to do the same. I did. “The aroma,” he said. “Notes of cedar. Minimum age of ten years for each small batch.”

“Oh yeah?” I said. Trying to seem interested. I’ve never really cared about liquor. I mean, I’ll drink it; I just don’t have any particular taste for it. Paul watched while I took a drink.

“Roll it around on your tongue before you swallow,” he said. I’d already swallowed but I pretended to do what he asked. “Smooth, right?”

“Right,” I said. Set down my glass. “You’re into scotch, huh?”

“I’m into Janus,” he said. “I don’t even think of it as scotch. It transcends category. Has a history. It was my father’s drink. He was an architect and every day after work he’d put up his feet and enjoy a Janus Red.”

“Okay,” I said as he took another sip. I thought, People have interests in various things and they tend to go on. I do it myself. If there was something off about his fixation on a particular liquor, it was tempered by the subtle sexuality he used to describe it. It was a pleasure to hear the words come from his soft lips; to witness the gentle rise and fall of his Adam’s apple as he drank; the small, satisfied sound he made after he swallowed.

“I’m talking too much, aren’t I?” he said. Set the drink on the bar. “Let’s get out of here.”

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I’d never had sex with a robot. My friend Kris had, at a brothel in New Mexico. She said it was fun, but the robot was kind of used and had this particular glitch where its voice kept wandering into a digital scramble and it would sound like you were talking to somebody over a bad phone connection.

Paul never sounded like that. He was literally seamless – which I guess you had to be if you were representing a multi-billion dollar booze company.

There was that big court case last fall with this twink sex robot named Brancis. This woman had bought him, a bratty teen fuck toy who started to get too rebellious (and possibly abusive, though the woman had never reported anything) so she disengaged from him and left him on the street. Where he’d proceeded to assault some woman he met in a coffee shop. The company who built Brancis got off the hook by laying blame on the original owner – said she hadn’t kept up with his maintenance schedule, that any programming they’d done on Brancis had been voided once she’d disengaged. The upshot being that, legally speaking, robots didn’t have to disclose that they were robots, which they rarely did. Paul certainly didn’t.

We walked to his place. There was a group of homeless people sleeping in the foyer of a bank next to his lobby. We took an elevator that opened right into his loft. The door hadn’t even closed before Paul wrapped his arm around my lower back and pulled me into him. He was warm; he kissed and I kissed back and when his tongue entered my mouth I extended mine, too. Feeling his body under his clothes, it was as perfect as I’d imagined – thick, smooth muscle. I lifted his shirt and leaned down to lick his stomach. Paul took his shirt off the rest of the way as I trailed my tongue along his round belly, smattered with hair, up to his solid pecs and brown nipples. I sucked on one – he gasped, it got erect. Every response was correct.

“Where’s your bathroom?” I said once I came up for air.

“Just down the hall,” he said. I kissed him once more then walked away. The bathroom was immaculate, like it had never been used. I was about the shut the door when Paul appeared. “Here,” he said, holding out a cake of soap, still wrapped.

“Thanks,” I said, and shut the door. Peed. When I talked to my friend about it later, he said that they most likely kept a cadre of robots in this one apartment – that, in fact, one of the doors in the hall probably led to a room full of them, doppelgangers of Paul or slight variations, standing silent and dead in rows, ready to be activated.

I unwrapped the soap, washed my hands. “In here,” Paul said when I opened the bathroom door. He was further down the hall, in a bedroom. He’d turned on a dim lamp and was on the bed, stomach-down, ass perched up, framed by a jockstrap. It was a pose that seemed yanked from my fantasies – and, in fact, was. They’d pulled from my browser history (by virtue of some arcane agreement I’d clicked “accept” on without thinking about), collated my most-viewed videos and pics, calculated the amount of time I’d spent looking at and fapping to each one.

The jockstrap he wore was two familiar shades of red and yellow – the colors of the Janus Red bottle, I would later realize, but at the time it was just subtle enough to fly under the radar.

My cock got hard, pointing at the image before me, that all-too-perfect-but-who-the-fuck-cared ass. I kneeled on the bed. Before I even touched him he arched his back – his smooth ass, dusted with hair, curved upward. His cheeks parted so that I could see the edges of his pink hole. I brought my face to him.

The smell wasn’t right. It was there, and it was familiar – that musky scent redolent of feces and glandular secretions. But it was off, slightly. It had a chemical edge to it, which didn’t stop me. I licked up his thighs, took my time, trailed my tongue down the small of his back, and flirted with the edge of his crack. I teased my tongue around his hole, licked everywhere but that specific spot. He reacted – groaned, shifted, pushed his ass back for more. But there were no goose bumps. The feel of his flesh was flat. It didn’t taste right, either – not salty; not anything, really.

I was drunk from all that goddamned scotch and horny and desperate and did I stop to think about it? I didn’t. I jammed my tongue into his hole. The mechanisms inside of him whirred, made his hole squinch and tighten at the contact, the computer in his brain did everything it could to give me maximum pleasure, to seduce and deceive.

He flipped over after I ate him out for a while. There was his cock – bigger than I would’ve imagined but well-proportioned, a towering, throbbing piece of meat that begged to be sucked. I licked slowly up his shaft. Squeezed it in my hand. A pearly drop of precum came out of the tip. I licked it off. He pulled me to him before I had a chance to swallow it, slid his tongue against mine. I could still taste the liquor in his mouth.

He got on his hands and knees on the bed and took my cock in his mouth. It was The Perfect Blowjob – never the slightest scrape of teeth. He took my cock as deeply as anyone had ever taken it – deeper, I would learn, as his particular model was the first to perfect beyond-deep-throat, his oral cavity an undulating and fully-responsive tunnel that went from the back of his mouth to his gullet.

I almost came from it. His eyes were watering and he was looking up at me with that frat boy preppie face, the kind of face you want to stuff a cock into. I would’ve cum, but then the tip of my cock started to burn. It was slight at first. But then it got noticeable. And then it started to hurt. I sucked in my breath. He paused. Seemed to calculate something.

“Excuse me. I’ve gotta use the bathroom,” he said, smiling as he walked out of the room. I settled back on the bed. Heard him running the water. When he came back he was smiling and looking apologetic. “Where were we?” he said.

Robots – some of them, anyway – can’t process the things they ingest. If they piss it’s just for show, fun and games. All that booze – Janus Red – had been sitting in a cavity in his upper chest and sloshing against my dick, making it burn. It had to go somewhere, and he’d probably vomited it into the toilet.

He crept onto the bed, on top of me. Licked me from my feet up to my legs. Sucked on my nuts and dug his tongue into my asshole. Went for my cock again – it didn’t burn, this time. That perfect ass was spread out behind him and he wiggled it a little as he sucked.

He got on top of me, the skin of his thighs shushing against mine as he straddled my lap. He took my cock in his hand and positioned the head right against his hole. He bore down on it, relaxing his hole, tightening it for a moment (as if he couldn’t control it) then relaxing it even more, so that millimeter by millimeter, my cock started to go inside of him. Before I could protest – I had only once fucked a trick without a condom – he came up off of it again. He got his hand wet with the phlegm-like substance that issued from a hole on the back of his tongue, put some of it on my cock, and bore down with his hole again. More of me slid into him. He was hard, stroking himself, looking deeply into my eyes. It felt so good – the tip of my cock clutched by his hole – and I looked back into his. There was a charged atmosphere in the room. Inside of Paul, code unfurled. What did he know about me?

More than I could have imagined. He knew (they knew, I should say, because despite indications of a coming singularity we weren’t there yet, and the liquor company was fully in control of Paul’s actions) was that I have a barebacking fetish. Which wasn’t too uncommon in the age of Super Syphilis, infections of which had been rising to unfathomable numbers in my lifetime. Just like when AIDS was at its deadliest, condoms were pretty much mandatory if you wanted the peace of mind that you hadn’t contracted an incurable, debilitating disease from a random sexual encounter. My proclivities would’ve been apparent from my porn-viewing history – condom.to.bareback.meert.com being one of my most-viewed websites.

“Wait,” I said, and pulled my hips back as best I could. Paul rose up enough to let my cock fall back against my stomach. He took it in his hand again.

“I just want to rub it against my ass,” he said. The implication being he didn’t want to fuck raw, either.

“Okay,” I said. His torso twisted as he reached back and took my cock in his hand, the muscles under his skin elongating, flexing.  He backed his crack up against it, rubbed it back and forth.

“It feels so good like this,” he said.

“Yeah,” I said. Like he took that to mean consent he reared up again, lining my cock up with his asshole and bearing down. “Wait,” I said.

“I’m clean, man,” he said.

“Me too. I think,” I said.

“Let’s just see how it feels,” he said, and bore down more. Inch after heavenly inch of my raw cock into his asshole. Skin against skin – the most intimate, vulnerable place you could be with another person, I thought, while on some level suspecting that it wasn’t skin and he wasn’t a person. Finally, I was inside him completely. I felt engulfed by him, couched. He flexed his asshole around my cock. I flexed back – a moment of bodily communication which felt real enough, and I guess it was. Did so much separate him from me, really?

“Just don’t fuck,” he said. “Just stay like this.”

“Yeah,” I said, but my hips were already started to push into him.

“No, dude, don’t thrust,” he said, but he was sweaty and in his eyes was abandon. “We can’t fuck. We shouldn’t fuck bareback,” he said.

“Right,” I said, half-aware that his story seemed to be changing, that he was role-playing as it were, for an audience of me. “We shouldn’t,” I said, but neither of us made a move to get up.

“But it feels so good,” he said. “Your raw dick in me.”

“It does,” I said. I didn’t want to stop. He was so tight, inhumanly tight. “My raw dick in you.”

“Just hold it like this. Long as you don’t fuck, man,” Paul said, staring into my eyes. He jacked his big dick. “You’ve got me so close.”

“Me too,” I said. Paul rose up and half of my dick came out of him. He sat back down. “Fuuuuck,” I said. “You gotta stop or I’m gonna blow in you.” Paul stopped – but he also didn’t. His asshole seemed to grip me even tighter, and then I realized: it was moving. The insides of him were moving, tight fleshy rings that were going up and down my cock, massaging it, milking it.

“What the fuck!?” I said.

“It’s cool, man, blow in me, I want you to,” Paul said.

“What the fuck?” I said again but it was happening, it was too late, I was cumming.

“Fuckin cum in me man. Unload in me,” Paul said. My cum rose out of my nuts and blasted inside of him. At the same time he took hold of his cock, gave it one symbolic stroke and it unloaded all over me. A ridiculously huge load that spurted out like a water hose. It was too much – the second dead giveaway, and then it all added up.

He collapsed on me, breathing heavily. I understood now. I tasted some of his cum. Vanilla-flavored. So stupid.

“You’re a robot,” I said. He turned and gave me an inscrutable look.

“I’m an Advert,” he said with pride. I slid out from underneath him. Started to put my clothes on.

“Lemme guess – Janus Red,” I said. Paul nodded. I let out my breath. It was confusing, because with all the anger I was feeling at having been deceived, I was also relieved that the risky sex I’d just had was not risky at all. “You could’ve told me,” I said. Paul shrugged and looked contrite. I got my shoes on.

“I’m leaving,” I said.

“It was really nice meeting you,” he said. I rolled my eyes. Went to the living room and put my shirt back on. Paul came in behind me and flipped on the light. There was a closet next to the elevator door, I hadn’t noticed it earlier. It was half-open and I looked inside it while I waited for the elevator. Shelves, on which there sat bottle after bottle of Janus Red, along with some incentives – hats, tote bags, jock straps. I turned around. Paul was watching me with a blank stare. I wanted to throw a bottle at his face but that wouldn’t do me any good. So I just filled a tote bag with bottles. He let me do it. It was what he’d wanted all along.

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A relative on mine  has regular deliveries of medical goods  every fortnight  a number of boxes containing all  his requirements are delivered by a big lorry, usually by a  40s  stocky rugby build type guy, who is always helpful and pleasant.   Anyway,  the relative had been admitted to Hospital for some tests so asked me to see to his delivery.   So Monday morning I went to his flat and awaited the delivery, making a drink while ‘I waited , secretly hoping it would  be this Rugby build guy as he waxs always pleasant and helpful.    About an hour later, the buzzer sounded and I  admitted him to the foyer.    He came up knocked and I opened the door,  low and behold it was my rugby guy, looking  more  hot than usual as due to the warm weather he was in  black  work type shorts  a black t shirt  and socks with Dockers  on his feet ,   I felt my cock twitch in my shorts  in response.  I showed him to where the packages were to be put.   He went to unload the pallet and started to bring up the stuff,   ands has he bent over  I  saw a flash of red Calvins  as he placed the first boxes on the floor.    Do you mind if I remove my t shirt he said  its getting really hot out there, no I said , I will get you a chilled water out for when your done , He stripped off the shirt revealing a gorgeous typical rugby body  some upper chest hair,  nice large pert nipples  and a great six pack  with a treasure trail down to the tops of his calvins  which were now showing quite a bit.   Cheers and he carried on completing the delivery, which was soon done. Locked up his lorry and  came up into the living room where Id poured the still water into a glass  ready for him.   he asked to use the loo and after I invited him to sit down ,  as he did, his shorts rode up  showing  most of his thigh and bulge,    I chatted and found that my relative was his last call of the day and he only had to go back to the depot.    So was in no rush,    You look sweltered I said,  would you like to use the shower,    he thanked me and said only if  no trouble as im going out as soon a I get back so would really cool me down.   Ill get you fresh towels I said ,  and put the water heater on ready.     He finished  the water and I   showed him to the shower  which was one of the walk in type  with hand rail for the relative.    Towels there and I will leave you to it ,  secretly wishing I could watch, before I had time to leave he turned it on and his shorts dropped to the floor,   leaving him in just  socks and his red Calvins which he filled out perfectly,  Cute butt   and an interesting bulge in them.    Just give me a shout if you need anything else,  I said and left him too it.    Id just put the water back in the fridge , when he called to me ,   any proper soap or gel , theres only this medical body wash stuff,   I looked under the sink in the kitchen and found some.   I went to the bathroom and not wanting to appear to barge in , said I found some good bring it in cant get any lather out of this shit,   I went in trying not to stare, but what I saw caused my cock to react   tenting in my thins shorts ,   He was fantastic  His bum cheeks were near perfect and showed a lovely crack and entrance to his rosebud.   Then to take the gel off me he turned round and his cock and balls were gorgeous  He was a good length flaccid and teo lovely balls it rested on,  Cheers he said and sit you down and don’t worry I played rugby so not shy.  I swore his cock lifted a bit  as he squirted some gel on to the sponge.    We chatted about rugby and hed played semi professionally for a well known club.  Can you help me he said out of the blue, I twisted lifting some stuff at another place and yanked my shoulder,  I hardly like to ask but could you soap my  back stop me twisting   again,    I couldnt  believe my ears ,  Ok I said  but Ill have to strip  is that ok as only got these shorts with me,  Yes fine he said, come on  in,  luckily hed his back to me so didn’t see my pert semi which was ozzing  firt drops of precum at the sight of my  Greek God ,    I took the sponge and started to soap his shoulders and back  following his backbone all the way to his lovely arse crack where I stopped,     Carry on he said your OK  I couldn’t believe it as I continued soaping down the crack over his hole and under between his legs and balls, Wow that’s nice be a bit firmer  I can take it  I now had a firm erection .  soaping his fit body had caused my cock to go rock hard,  just then as I was wondering  how to hide it  he turned around, and his cock was rock hard too ,  Ops sorry he said has it brushed against my thigh,   Got a mind of its own, a bit like  yours too,   you up for doing the front now as well as that was great at the back relaxing too.    Ok I stuttered if you don’t mind,  not in the least we both the same , not wanting to refuse I set about soaping from his neck down over his pert large nipples and chest hair following his treasure trail  to just above his pubes,   Well, don’t stop there  carry on I started to soap his beautiful  rock hard cock,   as I did he grabbed mine  too, I gasped, Ohh,   You like he said,   I know somewhere you can put that when weve both dried off .   We dried off and both naked went to the bedroom,  he turned threw his broad around me and kissed me  sliding his hand caressing by butt as he did.  I caressed his chest and moved my hands down to old his beautiful cock and balls, then slipped my hand around to finger his butt crack and feel his rosebud which opened to my finger, drawing it into his love tunnel.  He spit on his hand and used it to finger his hole then rubbed it over my cock, come on its hungry for you, he said lying face down on the bed. I got on top and slowly started to slide my bell into his welcoming pussy,  all of a sudden it drew me in the full length disappearing   deep into him till my balls slapped on his arse.   Come on fuck your Daddy now he wants you bad,  I needed no more  encouragement  and started to slide my cock in and out,  come on fuck that pussy it loves your cock!!   I hammered him and he cried for more go on Wreck my hole it wants your seed  in it, I carried on fucking him hard , a new experience for me as most of my previous  guys had wanted sensuous and gentle.  Here was my Greek God wanting it hard and heavy and I was rising to the challenge,  he shouted words of encouragement as  I banged his gorgeous hole which although had  let me enter so easily now gripped my cock tight as I fucked it.   I could feel  the cum rising up my shaft and Im coming Daddy  Im coming Daddy   Go on seed me boy!  Daddy wants it, with that I shot and had the biggest orgasm Id ever experienced my whole body shook and I lost count of how many bursts I shot into him.    Wow!!  we both said together,   That was fantastic,  he said,  Ive found my son, and me my Daddy, we both fell side by side and embraced he kissed me so tenderly on my lips  neck.    That’s it you be around next time I deliver  and if not will call at yours.  when finished my deliveries for the day.    We both showered again and all the time  my cum was running from his love tunne, he kissed me many times and finally he got dressed we exchanged numbers and He kissed me one last time,  saying thanks my boy  I said thanks Daddy  and we parted, determined to repeat again soon.  

I could not believe that Tom was so aroused he actually had touched  my dick and caressed my nut sack.  In fact I was so surprised that I jerked in surprise. This caused him to dive face down in his bed where he remained for the rest of the night.  I dozed off and on thinking about the next part of my plan. 

Morning finally arrived after a night of sexual tension.  We showered and dressed for the day which we spent during the tourist thing.  We ended at the stadium for the hockey game.   I didn’t enjoy the game for thinking about having my way with his dick and tight bubble butt.  On the way back to our hotel, Tom suggested stopping at a bar for beers.  We found one and began to drink.  

All of a sudden, Tom offered an apology for his actions of the previous night.  Grabbing my opportunity, i interrupted saying the only thing wrong is you didn’t finish what you started as I placed my hand on his thigh and squeezed it.  Winking at him I slid my hand up his inner thigh and cuddled his cock and balls in my hand and squeezed his manhood.  He laughed and said we needed to get going.  As we neared the hotel he asked how many student  cocks had I sucked which was well over a dozen.  I asked him and his response was 2 with his first being his coach in high school.

Entering our room we were very horny.  Sitting on the bed I reached out puling his crotch to my face…   Rubbing and nibbling his boner through his jeans…Tom began moaning and humping my mouth.  I quickly undid his jeans and slid them down puling his boxers with them…his cock freed from confinement sprang up slapping me in the face.   It was magnificent…cut… mushroom head…long about 8 inches and huge in girth.  I licked his balls drinking in the wonderful musk aroma of a man…slowly I worked my way to his cock licking and nibbling all  the  way up his shaft to his cum slit while massaging his tight ass. I slid a finger into his crack and began pushing and massaging his pink bud.  By this time, Tom was in ecstasy and humping hard grabbing my head and pulled me hard into his hard dick.  I pulled him down to the bed removing his tee shirt.  There he laid before me in all of his glorious  nakedness.  Breathless I just stood and took in all of his beauty especially his huge dick. Realizing that I was still clothed I quickly  got naked and joined him on the bed.  My hands were all over his muscular body.   I kissed him on the neck and made my way to his big pecs where I sucked and nibbled on his nipples creating great pleasure  for us both….my hand was playing with his balls and stroking his cock.  He was in sexual heaven writhing and moaning in pleasure.   I went down on his cock and began sucking the most magnificent and largest dick that I had seen to that point.  Easing his big cock in my mouth and down my throat,  I took it all balls deep.  Easing it back out, I flicked my tongue on that sensitive spot just underneath and be,ow the head…you guys all know the spot.  

I moved down between  his legs and began bobbing my mouth up  down his dick.  By this time he was in total sexual ecstasy and grabbed my head with both hands and forced my head up and down his dick faster and faster bottoming out on each thrust.  I grabbed each of his legs and placed one on each shoulder and headed  for my prize.  I buried my head in his crack and began tonguing and kicking his tight hole.  I spread his hole open and tongue fucked it deep.  By this time he was writhing moaning loudly and was stroking his dick wet with precum.  He began pleading for me to fuck him. Needless to say I was ready to oblige as this is what I had been wanting for months.  Getting as much of his precum as possible, I lubed my throbbing aching cock with it.  Raising his ass up,  I positioned my cock head on his tight hole and began pushing to which he responded by pushing into me.  Suddenly my dick head popped in past his sphincter  muscle and my dick was in the tightest warmest place ever.  Slowly i began moving my dick in and out going a little deeper each time until I had stretched him out enough to allow me to be balls deep and remained there rotating my hips so he could feel all of me.  After several minutes of fucking, my juice began to boil up in my balls…I screamed I’m  cumming .. I’m cumming….he asked me to pull out.  As I did he grabbed my dick and began sucking hard and fast…sensing I was about to shoot, he stopped and began jerking my dick wanting my load on his face.  What happened was funny…my load was so fucking huge and forceful that not only did it hit his face but shot across the room hitting the  desk.  Grabbing my cock he instantly took it balls deep milking out every drop.

After his bachelor of arts’ degree, with a minor in history, Jean-Louis got a master’s degree in recreology, the study of leisure. His thesis focused on cultural activities, even though he was already an expert on… oral activities. Sucking a guy’s dick was at the top of his own leisurely practices.

When Jean-Louis turned 69, he thought that it would be his lucky year since he enjoyed the 69 position, described by Wikipedia as “a sex position in which two people align themselves so that each person’s mouth is near the other’s genitals, each simultaneously performing oral sex on the other”. This position can involve any combination of genders, but for Jean-Louis, it boils down to: You suck my hard rod while I suck your stiff cock!

As a history buff, Jean-Louis knows that mutual simultaneous oragenitalism is usually referred to in English under the euphemistic French numerical form, “soixante-neuf” (sixty-nine). The term first appeared in what is commonly called the Whore’s Catechism, published in 1791 and attributed to an early leader of the French Revolution, Anne-Joséphine Théroigne de Méricourt. Jean-Louis has a copy of this publication with its full name: Catéchisme libertin à l’usage des filles de joie et des jeunes demoiselles qui se destinent à embrasser cette profession (Libertine catechism for the use of girls of joy and young ladies who are destined to embrace this profession).

Even though the earliest unequivocal representation of sixty-nine appears on a Greek or Roman oil-lamp showing the woman lying on top of the man, Jean-Louis believes that the same-sex 69 position can easily claim to be included in the oldest practices in the world. Heracles may have ravished fifty virgins in a single night, but he also had an affair with his nephew Iolaus, and the poet Theocritus (300 BC) chose to write about the love between Heracles and his companion Hylas… to whom he certainly taught the 69 position… if we can trust Jean-Louis who sometimes likes to stretch the truth. LOL.

Our recreologist believes that gay men don’t need to have anal sex in order to reach satisfactory pleasure. They can give and get it both at the same time thanks to oral sex and it can be as gratifying as anal sex. “Laying side by side, top to tail, my face in my partner’s crotch, is just a first step. Different heights don’t matter; if I’m taller (6’2”), I can curve into a V shape so that my jewels are in the right place.” Moreover, in the 69 position, one is not passive while the other is active. The question “who’s the man and who’s the woman?” does not have its place. Equal footage here, like a foot-long in your mouth, ha, ha!

Even at 69, Jean-Louis is still pretty athletic and very capable of doing “push-ups” when his partner is laying down, face up, ready to get his mouth fucked from above. He is also concerned by the risk of getting HIV. He knows that oral sex is much safer than getting butt fucked because the throat is not as vulnerable to infection as the ass is. Saliva has properties that can disable some infections, including HIV. Also, the mouth and throat are not as efficient at absorbing liquids into the bloodstream as the lining of the arse is. Even if you swallow cum, any HIV that may be there will usually be killed by the strong acids in your stomach.

With fifty years of practice, Jean-Louis could easily write a thesis on “leisurely 69 pleasure”. His philosophy can be summarized as follows: if your partner loves to go down on you, he clearly cares about your pleasure, which translates outside the bedroom as well. Such a philosophy speaks volumes about one’s character. If your partner is focused on pleasing you sexually, he no doubt exhibits that same willingness to give in everyday life. Whether it’s paying you compliments or running errands for you when you’re sick, a giving partner is never overrated, especially when he’s giving you orgasm after orgasm.

In his thesis for a master’s degree in 69, Jean-Louis would write that there’s something undeniably intimate about two guys giving and getting oral, which is probably what makes it feel so good. “If your partner is familiar with your private parts and regularly spends time with them, chances are he is extremely comfortable with you outside the sack as well.” Jean-Louis’ experience has proven that an established sense of sexual intimacy lends itself to emotional intimacy (and vice versa). “Most of the time, when a guy loves giving and receiving oral, he will no doubt feel close enough to open up about personal stuff, too.”

It is not a proven conclusion, but if a guy is good at oral sex, he probably knows how to work his tongue in more than one situation. You can appreciate him for the orgasms as well as the perfectly passionate kisses he can give your face lips, too. Mushroom can be a double metaphor, don’t you think so?

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Liam woke up first the next morning as sun shone through the canvas. the two boys arms were still around each other, Liam lay there awake studying the Good looking guy who was facing him still asleep. He leaned over and kissed Mike on the lips, who subconsciously pulled him closer and opened his mouth , Liam put his tongue in and they embraced as Mike opened his eyes, they lay there enjoying each other, realizing both had raging hard cocks in their pants. Liam stood up first and Mike could see the tent in the front of his pants, Sausage and beans Ok for breakfast he asked Mike, Yes fine by me. Liam went out and started preparing the stove still sporting a boner in his pants, the head clearly visible through his pants. 

The sun was shining and it was already getting nice and warm, Mike joined him a few minutes later, he also sporting a large boner still. Wow nice morning just the day for some mountain climbing, they were quite close to a mountain stream so Mike decided to have a wash in it while Liam got on doing breakfast, the stream ran into a small pond just below where they were camped, so Mike Stripped off his pants and walked down to the stream naked, Liam watched him go and marveled at his lovely physique, muscular back leading to a lovely butt, as he walked Liam could see his lovely balls swinging between his legs. He heard Mike gasp as he entered the cold water. 

Liam called him and prepared the sausage and beans on to two plates, Mike walked back over to the tent. stark naked with his cock swinging, Liam was stunned, nice weapon he joked, you like? said Mike, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of Liam, Thanks said Liam conscious that his own cock was rigid in his pants at the sight of his mates naked body. Hmm this tastes good said Mike, I think Il wash in that pool after weve finished eating, Its cold said Mike takes your breath away. Breakfast was soon finished Liam washed in the pool and they both dressed in shorts and prepared for their climb up into the mountains. 

They packed food in a and drink in their rucksacks and set off up the track. Liam looked at the map, I think Mam Trasna the one to the left has a good view , Yes fine by me said Mike, you lead the way they set off, both just in their shorts as was getting very warm, they started climbing up, and they continued to do so for the next three hours when they reached a large plateau. They could see the peak not too far away, what do you say we take a rest and have lunch and take a breather before the final climb.

Don’t know about you Liam Im going to take my shorts off while we have lunch, What if anyone sees us , don’t be daft we haven’t seen a soul and there were only our cars down there by the tent Ok within a second both lads were lying naked on the grass enjoying the warm sun. Liam looked at mikes body and studied every inch of his mates body, realising his cock was tingling at the sight of his mates naked body, Mike looked across and without a word planted a kiss on Liams lips, immediately they started to embrace and touch each other, fondling each others cock balls and their hands exploring each others bodies.

This is fantastic said Liam will you stay with me this summer, Mike, you try and keep me away, they embraced once again and then decided to leave any more till their climb was completed. They reached the summit in less than an hour still naked enjoying the freedom and each other. I want to make love to you here said Mike, you ever been fucked? he said to Liam. no Im a virgin, me too said Mike. I want to have you as my lover, Oh yes, please here and now , within a matter of minutes and passionate embrace, Mike had entered his friends love tunnel and seeded him deep, both lads collapsed and smiled at each other, we are finally lovers and eternal friends, I want you to take mine this evening back at the tent, yes of course I will. 

The two friends walked hand in hand, laughing and with a broad grin on the faces, so happy, to be together, they arrived back at the tent, and just as arranged after tea, Liam topped Mike and seeded him deep. Lets do it all again tomorrow, but weve done this mountain the view will be the same, Not that, silly you and me, weve been parted all these years, Im not letting you go again and if necessary I will marry you to keep you this time, Was that a proposal?, said Liam, you bet darn well it was, Then I accept, he said and they kissed passionately to seal their promise. Stay with me always said Mike, You bet said Liam and they fell asleep in each others arms.

Étienne, a 68-year old Canadian, has been corresponding with Didier, a 36-year old guy from Togo, on the south coast of West Africa. They met online thanks to a silver daddies’ dating site. There are many differences between Étienne and Didier: White and Black, 68 and 36, chubby and slim, out and closeted, professional and blue collar, 6” vs 9” cock, but both circumcised. Étienne likes younger guys and Didier is attracted to older men, so they are a perfect match, despite the geographical distance.

As soon as they met online, there was an exchange of email addresses and of many pics. Étienne first sent photos taken when he was 14, 26, 31 and 62, all with glasses. On the last one, he was bald and wearing a red jockstrap. Didier, on his part, first shared a serious face pic highlighting his gorgeous thick lips. This was followed by two strange illustrations probably found on Internet. The first one was a 2019 New Year’s greeting card with a naked slim Black guy in a push-up position, his long-erected cock serving as the digit 1 in 2019! The second pic was that of a white dick locked in a chastity belt, representing the difficulty for Didier to engage in man-to-man pleasure with a White man.

In each reply to Étienne’s message, Didier added a new photo, one of his hairless six-pack, a close-up in a tight black and white striped brief, another in a bulging pink and blue undie. He obviously asked his new friend to send personal photos, but old-fashioned Étienne had no smartphone, no capacity of sending selfies. He forwarded a few official photos taken when he received the Order of Canada, a medal from the Canadian Senate and the Queen’s Jubilee medal. Diddier was quite impressed.

Even though he could not send erotic pics of himself, Étienne insisted on receiving a selfie of Didier in the shower, with a hard-on. He was more than pleased when his African friend sent a pic of his soft dick and one of his full-blown erected rod above a saucer of thick white cum. To be fair, Étienne asked a close friend to take a picture of his small penis and flat ass, which he included in his next email, with a request now for a photo of Didier’s butt. No sooner said than done. Étienne had the impression that he was in the National Gallery admiring Rodin’s The Age of Bronze (L’Âge d’airain in French).

This bronze statue by the French sculptor Auguste Rodin (1840–1917) is the figure of a life-size nude male, 72 in. (182.9 cm) high. Rodin had the Belgian soldier Auguste Ney pose for the statue. It is partly inspired from Michelangelo’s Dying Slave in the Louvre Museum, which has the elbow raised above the head. If Didier had posed for Rodin, The Age of Bronze would obviously show off a much bigger cock.

When the statue was first exhibited at the 1877 Salon de Paris, Rodin was falsely accused of having made the statue by casting a living model, a charge that was vigorously denied. This insinuation benefited Rodin though, because people were so eager to see the statue for themselves. Casts of the sculpture can now be found in many museums around the world: Paris, London, Rome, Berlin, Dublin, Tokyo, Budapest, Glasgow, Mexico City, Lisbon, Barcelona, Canada’s National Gallery and many US cities like San Francisco, Philadelphia, Washington and Dallas.

For Étienne, The Age of Bronze’s butt remains a perfect illustration of the sensuous curve of Didier’s bronze asset: round, firm, nicely parted like two small hemispheres, a direct invitation for a caress, a kiss, a slurp, a bite, a tongue attack, a dick slap in the crack and, of course, a powerful thrust that Étienne could only lustfully imagine. He decided to enlarge a picture of Didier’s frontal selfie in the shower and of Rodin’s male nude seen from the back, which he plastered on each side of his queen-size bed. A romantic way of sleeping with a long-distance friend.

Is it a cliché or are black butts more appetizing that white, yellow or red rear ends? Étienne thinks that they are definitely rounder and more prominent, thus attracting more attention. Since he’s a rimming king, he dreams of sucking Didier’s dark rose bud or rosette and at the same time paying homage to Rodin’s bronze chef-d’oeuvre. When he first saw the reproduction in the National Gallery of Canada, in Ottawa, he could not resist caressing the butt. He had to wait until the coast was clear; no visitors no security guard, just a chance to kiss it tenderly and to quickly whisper a little poem:

O ass of ebony
Divine offering
On the altar of virility
You make me hard

O plump loaf
In the temple of Black Beauty
I knead you frantically
You make me drool with pleasure

O living and enticing map
Of the two hemispheres
I sail in your furrow
To deposit my foam

O appetizing roundness
That I’m avidly biting
Before giving you a spank
That stirs up your libido

O intoxicating hindquarters
You’re getting my dick drunk
You invite it to enter
Your satanic lair

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It was early on a Sunday morning.  JT and I had finished with breakfast and I was cleaning the dishes.

 Since we were the only two in the house, we’d gotten up nude and had our meal that way, too.  JT was sitting in the corner rocker with his huge cock and balls hanging over the edge of the seat, swaying as he rocked.  I was standing at the sink with my back to the door when I heard JT say, “I always knew you were a Peeping Tom, sheriff.”

I whirled around.  Standing outside the screen door was a large black man in a police uniform.

“You should know by now how a screen door handle works, Amos.” JT said.  “Come on in and sit your ass down.”

The man opened the door and stepped in.  He was about the same age as JT, late forties.  He had the kind of body that started out as hard and muscular but had gotten padded a bit from good living.  He still had huge biceps and thighs, though.  He was dark skinned and when he removed his hat I could see that the top of his head was bald and the remaining hair was cut short and close.  He was handsome and wearing a smirk.

I suddenly remembered that I was standing there nude as his eyes roamed over my body.  He turned his eyes from me to JT in the corner and he let out a low chuckle.

“I always did say that you’re the biggest dicked white man I know of.” he said.

“That sounds racial, Amos.” JT replied.  “Or, are you saying you know a black man who’s got a bigger dick than me?”

“Alright, you contrary bastard.” Amos said as he sat down at the table.  “How about I just start saying you’re the biggest dicked man I know.”

“I can handle that.  There’s still some breakfast warm on the stove and coffee in the pot if you’d like some.”

“I wouldn’t say no to a cup of coffee.” he replied.

I picked up one of the cups from the drain board and carried it and the coffeepot over to the table.  As I filled his cup, he had a good look at my cock and balls.

“You must be the city fellow I’ve heard so much about.” he said to me with a grin.

“I’m Ben.” I said.  “But, I don’t know what you could have heard about me.”

“A little while back I had another couple of city fellows come to my office.” he said.  “Told me they were down here to rescue a friend who was being held against his will by some wild hillbilly family.  Said they’d gone to save him and some old coot fired a shotgun at them and tried to kill them.”

“Scott and Billy.” I said to JT.

“And what did you tell them?” JT asked.

“I said that if anybody in this county wanted to shoot them, they’d both be dead and their bodies would never be found.  I also advised them not to go poking around where they weren’t welcome or they could get arrested for trespassing and disturbing the peace.  Now that I see who they were trying to retrieve, I can understand why they were eager to get him back.  Shoot, I might have to rescue him myself.”

He looked at me and said, “If you think that old man in the corner is a good time, you ain’t seen nothing yet.  I bet I’d treat you better, too, and if you can handle that big freak dick of JT’s, you’ll have no trouble with mine.”

“And I might have a hard time coming up with an explanation of how you got shot with your own gun but I’d think up something.” JT told him, grinning.  “Now, did you just come out here to try to poach my boy or are you actually working?”

I went back to the sink, knowing that the sheriff would enjoy a lengthier view of my bare ass.

“I guess I got distracted.” Amos said.  “I need to speak with your boys.”

The temperature in the room seemed to drop and JT said in an icy voice, “Willy and Tate have no interest for you.  And besides, they’re up visiting my sister in Louisville.  Been there all week.”

“Are the Brown boys with them?” Amos asked.

“If it’s any of your business, yes they are.” JT said.

“Calm yourself down, you crazy old briar hopper.” Amos told him.  “I ask because I know your boys have been running with the Browns lately.  Since they’re all four away from town, I don’t need to worry none about them.”

 

“Worry why?” JT asked, softening.

“There’s going to be a whole lot of strangers running around these woods today.  Government strangers.  It seems that somebody has been farming pot back there and the harvesting started this morning.  I don’t mind the government boys picking up the dealers but I wouldn’t want anybody else getting picked up by mistake, if you get my drift.”

“That’s kind of you.” JT said.  “How do they know all about that?”

“Drones, dummy.” Amos said.  “Nothing is secret nowadays and a poor man can’t make a dime.  I know your boys and the Browns aren’t bad, they’ve never even been given a traffic ticket.  And I know that those Brown boys have been spending a hell of a lot of time over here lately.  I thought you all were feuding?  Anyway, I thought I’d tell those boys to keep to the house the next couple of days and not go traipsing around in the woods.”

“And I sincerely appreciate it.  The boys are up in the city looking for work but they should be back in a few days.  I‘ll pass your advice on.” JT said.  “I apologize if I got a little salty with you.”

“It comes with the job.” Amos said.  He had finished his coffee and I walked over to pour him another cup but he put his hand over the cup while looking at me.

“Are you sure I don’t need to rescue you and take you to stay at my house for awhile?” he asked.

“I would have been sorely tempted if I hadn’t run into JT first, Sheriff.” I said.  “But now I guess I’m here for the duration.”

“Well, if he don’t treat you right, you just come and see me.  And call me Amos.” Amos told me.  He rose and stretched and I could hear his bones popping.

 

He looked around and asked, “You still ain’t got this place hooked up for water and power?”

“Why should I have the expense and fuss of getting something I can do without?” JT replied.

Amos turned to me and said, “If he starts telling you that you need to go hunting and trapping for food instead of driving up to the Save-A-Lot, my door is always open.”

Then he turned and said to JT, “And you be careful in that rocker.  That big thing of yours hangs so low I wouldn’t be surprised to hear you rocked over it.”

“If that should ever happen, I’ll just ask Ben to kiss it and make it better.” JT replied.  “Now get yourself back to work before they come to rescue you.”

When Amos pulled away I asked JT, “So, you and Amos seem to be pretty good buddies?”

“We came up together.  There are no secrets between the two of us.  And before you ask, yes, we had our little thing together years ago.  He’s one of the finest men I know.”

I thought about the conversation and then asked, “What did he mean about the power and water getting hooked up?”

“A couple of years ago the county came through and laid in water and sewage.  Had our road torn up for near a year.  There are electricity lines, too, that they wanted to run up to the house.  They said I’d have to pay for the lines to the house for all three services, plus have the house plumbed and wired.  I never had that kind of money to throw around.”

“Can’t you get a grant or something?  I’m sure there’s free money available.”

“We don’t take charity.” JT said.  “We’re getting along just fine the way things are.”

All the rest of the day I had fantasies of a big hot tub with me lying in it and of flipping a switch for light anytime I wanted.  I decided to look into the problem.

Monday and Tuesday on my breaks at work I made some phone calls.  Sure enough, there was a grant program for installing services to homeowners below a certain income level.  All the homeowner needed to do was supply the fixtures…tub, sinks, toilet.  The lady was even kind enough to give me the number of a local salvage company where they sold both new and used fixtures at rock bottom prices.  I was sure that JT would qualify, so I asked that the paperwork be sent to me at the office.

When I got home Tuesday evening, I was so excited that I just blurted out what I had discovered.  JT looked frostier and frostier as he listened and then said, “I told you we don’t take charity.”

“This isn’t charity; this is a government program that gives money to people just like you.  It’s using tax dollars to help where needed.  Don’t you want electricity and running water?  Don’t you think the boys would like it?”

By this point, JT was angry.

“I told you once.  We don’t take charity.  If living here is too hillbilly for you, maybe you need to find another place.”

And that made me angry.

“You’re as stubborn as a hundred year old mule.” I told him.  “You’d better learn to take the gifts your friends want to give you because your enemies won’t never give you nothing.  I think you like doing without.”

The rest of the evening we barely spoke, both of us nursing our hurt feelings.  Thankfully, the boys returned around 9PM.

Willy, Tate, Cleo and Harp all gathered around the kitchen table to tell us about the trip.

“I sure don’t think much of the city.” Tate said.  “It’s dirty, it’s noisy and the people all act like they’re your betters.”

“Any luck with the job hunt?” I asked.

“Even if I was to move up there, the only thing I’m qualified for is fast food.” Cleo said and Tate and Harp agreed.

“I could probably find something through the veterans but I’d hate every minute of life stuck up there.” Willy said.

“Well, I guess it’s safe for me to say that I never did like the idea.” JT said.  “Maybe I’m selfish but I want all four of you boys here with me.  Keep looking around here, something’s bound to turn up.”

“I will miss being able to have a hot bath whenever I want, though.” Tate said.

“A hot shower and then lying in bed reading all night by electric light, that was mighty fine living.” Willy added.

I glanced at JT and his face was as stiff as stone.

To change the subject I said, “The Sheriff was here over the weekend looking for you all.”

Cleo and Harp looked scared, Willy and Tate looked puzzled.

“What did he want with us?” Willy said.

“He came by as a favor to warn you all not to go running around the woods for a few days.  Government men were all over the place, making a raid on some pot fields.  He wanted to make sure you boys didn’t accidentally get involved.” JT told them.

They all four looked relieved and then Cleo said, “So I guess that’s the end of our life of crime.  Those guys we grew for are probably in jail right now.  I hope they don’t say anything about us.”

“Even if they do, deny it.  The Sheriff will back you up.” JT said.

“Damn, now we really need to find work.  We’ve got enough saved for a couple of months but then we’re broke with no more coming.” Harp said.

“Don’t worry, something will work out.  We’ll get by, that’s what folks like us do.” JT told him.

The boys were tired and soon on their way to bed.

“We’ve had to be quiet and on our best behavior for the past week.” Willy said.  “I’m looking forward to spending the night in our own room.”

“Oh, lord.  I already know it’s going to sound like the monkey house at the zoo up there.” JT replied.

When JT started yawning, I asked, “Do you want me to find somewhere else to sleep?”

“Not unless it’s big enough for both of us.” JT replied.  “I’m allowed to get mad at you, that don’t mean anything else.  I spoke out of turn earlier and I apologize.”

“I should have listened and ran things by you before making plans.” I answered.  “I apologize if I was out of line.”

JT smiled and said, “I’m going to take a lot of convincing, once I get you naked in the bed, that you’re really sorry.”

“And the same goes for you.” I said, relieved.

   

I guess it’s a very good thing that we have no near neighbors.  JT pounded my ass hole with his huge cock all night long like he was drilling for oil.  Upstairs, it sounded like there was a riot going on.  Neighbors probably would have thought someone was being murdered.

The next morning as I was on my way out the door to work, Willy said, “I’ll walk down to your car with you.”

When we got out of earshot he asked, “What was going on between you and daddy last night?  I could tell he was annoyed and I saw that look he gave you.”

“We had a little argument.” I said.  “I just found out that water and power services are available…”  That was as far as I got before he raised his hand to stop me.

“Say no more.  We’ve had this argument several times with him.  He’s too set in his ways to allow it.”

“Did you know that there are grants available that will pay for almost everything?”

“No.  I never knew that.  You mean we could basically get it almost free?”

“That’s exactly what I mean.  I had the paperwork sent to me before I told JT about it.  He says he won’t take charity.”

“Hell, if it means lights and hot water, I’ll take charity.  I bet the boys would agree with me, too.”

“How can we change his mind?” I asked.

“Let me talk this over with the others today and we’ll talk again tonight.” Willy said.

All day, I wondered what would happen.  That didn’t prevent me from calling the water company and setting up a time when they could come by and show where the line had to run to the house.  Five healthy young men could probably have the trench dug in a day and save that much fuss.

That evening, we had supper and sat around afterwards.  After an hour or so, Willy said, “It’s such a nice night; I think I’ll go for a walk.”

“I’ll come with you.” Cleo spoke up.

“If you two are going, me and Harp will tag along.” Tate said.

I looked at JT and asked, “Shall we go, too?”

“You go on along, I like just sitting here in the breeze.” he replied.

When we got down to the road, we casually walked in the direction of town.  Once we were around the bend and out of sight, Willy stopped.

“We talked it over.” he said.  “Do you still have those papers?”

“Well, yeah.  Do you think JT will sign them?”

“I’ll sign them in his name.” Willy said.  “He’ll raise hell but he’s not going to have me arrested for forgery.”

“I don’t know.” I said.  “I don’t want to go behind his back.”

“Just think about hot water for a bath or shower.  Electric lights.  We could even get a TV and a washer and dryer.  Daddy will bitch about it, right up until he slides into his first hot tub.” Tate said.

“Just give me the paperwork and you’re out of it from here on.  We’ll take all of the blame.” Willy said.

The others nodded their heads in agreement.

“It’s all outlined here.” I said as I took the sheaf of papers from my pocket and handed them to him.  “It tells you what to do and how to do it.  I even already made arrangements for the waterworks to mark where the line will go.  I figured we could dig the trench ourselves.”

“Trench?   I don’t know anything about a trench.” Willy said as he pocketed the documents.

“No, we don’t know anything about a trench.” Harp said.  “We don’t know anything about anything and I bet you don’t either.”

Everything went smoothly the rest of the week.

When I got home after work on Friday evening, however, there was a freshly dug trench running up the hill from the street to the foundations of the house.  It was at least 6 feet deep.

I walked up the hill, climbed the steps to the porch and found JT sitting in a rocker.

“What happened to the front yard?” I asked.

“I figured you probably knew something about that.” he replied.

“I’ve been at work all day and I doubt I could dig a hole that size even if I tried.  Where are the boys?” I asked.

“They went back to the swimming hole to cool off and clean up after digging most of the day.”

“Did they say what they were digging for?”

“They told me they were hoping to hit water.” JT said.  “Whatever made them think of that?”

“You’ll have to ask your sons.  I’m tired and I’m hungry and not in the mood to play guessing games.”

“I know that you’re involved in this.” JT replied, looking annoyed.

I went in and started setting the table.  The food was ready.  Just about the time I’d finished, the boys showed up looking fresh scrubbed and relaxed.

JT came in and began preparing to serve supper and I asked Willy, “What happened out front?”

He did his best to look innocent and said, “I don’t know what you mean.”

JT was looking more annoyed and I caught his eye, rolled my eyes at Willy and pointed my head toward him.  JT ignored me except to tighten his lips even more.

Things were tense that night and all of the next day.  Thankfully, Saturday afternoon brought a visitor.

We were all lolling on the porch when Sheriff Amos’s car pulled up and he climbed out.  He was dressed in civilian clothes, an old pair of shorts and a tee shirt.  He went around, opened his trunk and climbed the hill with a cardboard box in his arms.  You could hear glass clanking inside the box as he walked.

When he reached the porch, he set the box down and said, “I have just what the bunch of you need on a hot Saturday night.”

I couldn’t help noticing that the thin fabric of his shorts was straining to hold back a fat cock with a large head that snaked down his leg.  His fat balls were just as visible.

Cleo jumped up and grabbed his hand to shake it as he said, “That was real nice of you to come by and give us all a heads up about the government men.”

“I didn’t need you all muddying up the waters on that little fishing expedition.” he said.  “They pulled a whole passel of folks out of these woods that weekend and more than enough plants to keep them locked up for quite awhile.  Now, screw all of that, look what I brought.”

He reached into the box and lifted a mason jar that was filled with a clear liquid.

“Is that moonshine?” JT asked.

“Yep, can you believe there are still folks running stills in these times?  This was evidence and it was supposed to be destroyed but it accidentally wound up going home with me.  And, of course, I couldn’t dispose of it all myself so I thought about the bunch of you.”

“I haven’t had corn liquor since that time you stole your daddy’s jar when we were boys.” JT said.  “You remember how that turned out.”

“What happened?” Tate asked.

JT and Amos both looked almost embarrassed and avoided each other’s eyes.  I suddenly had a good idea of what went on.

“Me and your daddy became life long best friends that night.” Amos said, looking in the corner.

 

“That we did and that we are.” JT replied.  “Now, you aren’t about to start in on that stuff on an empty stomach or you’ll be bedridden tomorrow.  I was just fixing to start supper.  We can all sample your evidence after we finish eating.”

JT went inside to cook and I followed him in.

“It looks like Amos has got a kitten stuffed down the front of his shorts.” I said to JT.  “I bet he let it loose after you and him got a little tipsy on his daddy’s whiskey, too.”

“Me and Amos saw a lot of each other after that night.” JT said.  “I still bear a special fondness in my heart for him.”

“Just keep it in your heart.” I said.  “It wouldn’t do for the Sheriff to go missing and his body never be found back in those woods.”

“Don’t get all het up.” JT told me, grinning.  

He reached down and cupped my ass cheek in one hand and said, “Me and Amos both have a taste for something a lot more young and tender these days.”

 

JT made chicken fried steaks and gravy, mashed potatoes and home canned green beans from his sister that night.  Even in the summer heat, we ate everything he’d cook and polished the plates.

After I cleared the table and filled the sink, we all sat back nursing out bursting stomachs.

“You all about ready to try some of that shine?” Amos asked.

“I’ve never had it, what’s it like?” I asked.

I could see that they all thought that was funny by the looks they gave each other.  Amos jumped up and grabbed one of the jars, twisted off the lid and stepped in front of me with it.

“Give it a try.” he said.

I took the jar and lifted it to my face.  Immediately I was assailed by the stench, an indescribable reek like I’d never smelled before.  I thrust the jar away, slopping some over the edge.

“It smells like vomit.” I said and they all laughed.

“It is a might strong until you’ve drunk some.” Amos said.  “Just hold your breath and take a drink.”

I did as he said, raising the jar to my lips and taking a mouthful.  When I swallowed, it was as if I had gulped liquid fire.  My mouth, my throat, my stomach and every other tissue close to the moonshine felt like it was being sandpapered.  I gasped, choked and tried to stand up while the others laughed.

When I finally got my breath back and my eyes stopped streaming I asked, “People willingly drink that shit?”

“You’ve got to make do out in the woods.” JT said.  “Some folks acquire a taste for it.”

Just by luck I had some left over cola from earlier in the day.  Even though it was warm, I poured it into a glass and added about an inch of the liquor.  It was still so strong that my eyes smarted.

The others began to pass the jar around, each sipping in their turn.  I don’t know how they did it.  Even with full stomachs it didn’t take long before they were all feeling the effects.

Amos had been staring at me with a grin for a minute or two and I finally asked, “What?”

“Are you really letting JT fuck you with that monster dick?” he asked.

I was feeling my liquor, too.  “Every chance I get.” I replied.

The boys laughed and slapped at each other and even JT chuckled.

“He stuck that thing up me one time, years ago.” Amos said.  “Or, at least he tried to.  My poor ass hole still ain’t right.  I’d have to knock him out if he ever took a notion again.”

“Who’d want your grizzled old ass when they’ve got something like this to look forward to?” JT said as he grabbed me by the arm.  He pulled me over so that I was sitting on his lap and buried his face against my neck.

Before Amos could say more, Tate said, “So, you and daddy used to play together?  You were into boys?”

“Still am, if it comes to that.” Amos replied.  “You see a wedding ring on my finger?”

After that, everyone visibly relaxed.  I could see furtive looks passing between all four of the boys and I could see them drawing each other’s attention to the big snake hiding at Amos’s crotch.

Finally Tate, who was sitting next to Amos, reached over and grasped the fat tube of cock meat.

“Looks like you forgot your unders today.” he said, stroking the fat cock.

“I don’t wear any in this weather.” he replied.  “And if you keep teasing that thing, you’re going to make it angry.”

“That was my intention.” Tate replied.

He continued stroking and squeezing the thick cock and it slowly expanded until the fat foreskin covered head poked out of the hem of his short leg.  It was as dark as the rest of his skin and Tate reached forward and skinned the hood back to expose the shiny, paler head.

“That looks good enough to eat.” Tate said.

“Maybe you’d be more comfortable without all of those clothes.” JT told Amos.

With that, Amos and the four boys all stood up and began to shuck off their clothes.  I’d seen the four naked plenty of times but this was my first time with Amos.

He was well muscled with just the beginnings of a tire of fat around his middle.  His dark skin was hairless, even at his crotch and was so smooth that it glowed.  His fat cock was at least eight inches long and his juicy balls were as big as hen’s eggs.

“Jesus Christ,” I said, “aren’t there any ugly men in Kentucky?”

Amos laughed and plopped back down in his seat and Tate and Harp got up and then crouched between his legs.  When Tate sucked the big cock head into his mouth, Harp began licking the massive balls and Amos let out a long sigh.

Willy and Cleo stood watching, their hard dicks standing out in front of them and Amos motioned them over to him.  With them standing at each side, he grasped both big pricks and began to suck them, first one and then the other.  Willy and Cleo rested their hands on each others shoulders above his head and stood looking down as he sucked them both.

I could feel JT’s huge cock under my ass like a fence post and I said, “Looks like I get a treat tonight, too.  Want to go to bed?”

I was fumbling underneath me, feeling the enormous stiff dick that was still growing and JT said, “Why don’t you boys take Amos upstairs where it’s more comfortable?”

“Ain’t you coming along?” Amos said.

“I’m afraid this one here would slit my throat if he even thought I was messing with someone else.” JT said, hugging me around the chest.

“It ain’t messing if you just watch.” Amos said.  “Besides, I’d like to see that boy take that big piece of meat you’re packing.”

I looked at JT and he gazed back at me with wide eyes.

“It wouldn’t be the first time we had an audience and I’d like to see Amos get fucked, too.” I said.

“Hot damn, I just get luckier and luckier.” JT replied.

The boys pulled Amos up and herded him over to the staircase.  They started up, followed by JT and myself.  The sound of hands slapping asses was repeated over and over as they climbed.

At the top of the stairs, Amos took in the room with its almost wall to wall covering of mattresses.

“No wonder you Brown boys have been spending most nights over here.” he said.

He walked onto the layer of mattresses until he was in the center, then sank to his knees and fell onto his belly.

“Since Willy is the oldest, I think it’s only right that he open my hole up for the rest of you.” he said.  

His dark body shone against the sheets and his lush ass, which I hadn’t gotten a good look at before, was raised and spread.  The deep dark valley between his ass cheeks looked especially appetizing, I could imagine my face fully buried there.

Willy sat down and removed his prosthesis, then maneuvered himself to perch between Amos’s wide flung legs, the beautiful ass waiting before him.  He grasped each cheek and spread them to get his first look at the tiny hole between them.  His cock bucked as he looked.

Grabbing a bottle of lube, he began to grease his cock up.

“That sweet little hole is going to get used tonight.” Willie said.

“Just go slow at first; it’s been a long time since anything has gone up there.” Amos replied.  

He motioned to the others who were watching from the edge of the mattresses.  “You three get over here and let me get a taste of those pretty dicks before I ride them.” he said.

Tate, Cleo and Harp all took a seat in front of Amos and lay back.  Three big, hard dicks stood in front of his face.

“This is like the all-you-can-eat smorgasbord.” Amos said to JT.  Then, looking up at the three young men he said, “But I’m not going to eat them all.  I want to feel every one of them shooting a load in my ass.”

JT and I had pulled off our clothes and we lay down on the other edge of the mattresses.  Willy was rubbing his fat cock head up and down in Amos’s ass crack and each time the velvety head brushed against the hot hole, Amos jumped.

“I can’t see with you two all the way over there.” Amos said.  “Get over here where I can watch that dick go to work.”

We moved over, head to foot with Amos and I got up on my knees doggy style.  Amos reached over and spread my cheeks to get a look at my fuck hole.

“I’m going to love watching that big fucker spread that hole. “he said.

“How about you, are you ready to get fucked?” Willy asked him.

“Ready and waiting.” Amos said.

I could see Willy’s cock head poised against the dark rose in Amos’s ass and as he pressed forward, the head slowly began to disappear into the dark opening.  At the same time, JT began to feed his enormous cock into my hole.  Even though I’d been getting fucked with the monster on a daily basis, it still took some time and a little pain to get it in me.

“Goddamn, you ought to be in the porn flicks, boy.”  Amos said to me.  

JT’s thick cock was slowly opening my fuck chute, sliding deeper and deeper and Willy’s pale cock was sliding into Amos’s dark pucker at the same time.

“I know your dick ain’t as big as your daddy’s but it sure feels like it, Willy.” Amos said.

Willy paused and swiveled his hips, opening Amos’s ass channel with his hard cock, caressing the smooth walls inside.

“I knew that you would be an expert at ass fucking.” Amos told him.  “Tear my hole up and make me beg for more.”

Willy thrust the fat meat deep into Amos’s ass and then slowly backed it out.  I could see that the shiny shaft was thicker than usual because Willy was so turned on.

JT began to fuck me, then, and even though I tried to concentrate on the show going on beside me I was soon swept into that semi-conscious state where JT’s cock always put me.  I could hear myself moaning but I wasn’t aware of even doing it.  The only thing I was really aware of was the gigantic cock pounding in and out of my stretched hole.

At some point I was then vaguely aware of Amos saying, “You kill that boy with that freak dick and I’ll make sure you hang.”

“Don’t you worry.” JT replied.  “This boy is no sissy like you.  He can handle anything I can give him.  You don’t hear him complaining, do you?”

“The poor thing probably passed out from the pain.”

As I had every other night since I met him, I abandoned myself to JT’s pounding dick.  It reached spots inside of me that I hadn’t known were there and my whole body coursed with waves of pleasure.

I then heard Willy’s belly slapping hard against Amos’s ass, filling the room with the sound.  I opened one eye just in time to see Willy slam his cock into the dark ass and say, “Fuck, I’m cumming!”

Amos thrust his ass back to get all of the cock up him and buried his face in his crossed arms as the hot ball juice shot into him.  Willy gasped each time a new load left his balls until finally he fell forward on Amos’s back.

When he got his breath back he said, “Cleo, you’re up next.”

I watched Willy slowly back his glistening cock out of the tight hole until the fat head popped free and a string of pearly cum flowed from the wet pucker.

JT was giving me one of the slow style fucks he knew I loved, moving his cock in and out of my ass in slow motion, making me feel every vein and bump on his dick shaft.  I knew that he was pacing himself, not ready to blow his load up me yet.

Cleo moved into the spot vacated by Willy.  His dick was slick with Amos’s spit and as soon as he pressed against the fuck hole, it began to disappear.

“You going to fuck me as good as your buddy did?” Amos asked him.

“Shit, I’m going to fuck you twice as good.” Cleo said.

His fuck style was different from Willy’s, he liked to thrust hard into the hole and then back out gently, over and over.  Each time the thick dick head hit bottom in Amos’s ass, he let out a little moan.  I could tell he was loving every inch.

JT, meanwhile, had started to speed up his cock in my ass and I felt the heat building inside of me.  His cock played my ass hole like a violin.

“If they ever make ass fucking an Olympic sport, I’m putting a bet on you two for the gold.” Amos said to JT.

JT had begun to fuck my hole with upward thrusts, pounding the roof of my ass channel and almost lifting me off of my knees.  The sensation started me moaning again.

I glanced back at Tate and Harp, big red dicks in the air as Amos took turns deep throating each after the other.  Both boys were gritting their teeth, eyes screwed shut, fighting the urge to cum.

 

There followed a period of time-I’m not sure how long-when I was oblivious to everything except JT’s cock.  I was vaguely aware of movement next to me, probably Tate and Harp both getting their chance to fill Amos’s ass with cum but I can’t swear to it.  I wasn’t aware again until I felt JT’s big dick swelling and hardening in my hole in preparation for shooting his load.  And, when he did cum, my ass tissues were so sensitized that I could feel the jets of jizz shooting against my ass walls and his huge cock head pulsing as he hosed me down.

I fell forward, JT on top of me, and slowly returned to here and now.  Amos was lying on his belly, just staring at us.

“JT,” he said when he saw us at rest, “I swear you’re some kind of circus freak or something.  You’ve been pounding that boy’s ass for all this time and just now cum.  I’ve already had four loads shot into me in that time.  They need to put you in a lab and do tests on you or something.”

“He only goes if I can go along.” I said.  JT was slowly easing his monster cock out of my guts, closely observed by Amos.

When the tomato sized head popped out of my ass Amos said, “I thought sure that boy’s guts would fall out after your cock was clear of there.  You’re both a couple of freaks.”

JT and I looked at each other, grinning, and JT asked me, “How about we go downstairs and finish fucking?  Someplace where we can have some privacy?”

“Don’t call me if the two of you get stuck together like dogs.” Amos said.  “I’ve got my own dicks to take car of up here.”

As JT and I rose and descended the steps, I saw Amos moving his mouth back and forth from Willy and Cleo’s cocks while each of his hands held either Tate or Harp’s dick.

The next morning, JT and I had already finished breakfast when the upstairs gang finally came downstairs.  Willy, Cleo, Tate and Harp all looked like five miles of bad road.  Amos, on the other hand, looked rested and happy and satisfied.

“It’s a good thing today is Sunday.” JT told him.  “My boys look like you rode them hard and put them up wet.  They’re going to need at least a day to recover, you filthy old bastard.”

Amos pointed to his mouth and said, “Two loads in.”  Then, he pointed at his cock and said, “Two loads out.”  Finally, he pointed at his ass and said, “And four more loads behind.  But I still got room for a couple more if you two are horny.”

“And you call me a freak.” JT said.  “Sit your ass down and eat, you need to build up your strength.”

Needless to say, they all ate like Vikings and only stopped when we ran out of food.  Amos sat back from the table and picked his teeth with a toothpick.

“You know, I had another reason for coming by last night.  I wanted to discuss something with you boys.”

He had their attention and they stared at him, Cleo and Harp a little guiltily.

“Have you four ever thought about joining up with the law?”

“What?” Cleo said.  “You know what Harp and I were up to.”

“Nobody else does and aside from that, you boys have a spotless record.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I only have one leg.” Willy said.  “I don’t think I’d be much good running down robbers.”

“No, but you’ve got a lot more to recommend you.  How much college time did you put in while you were enlisted?”

“I’m a few credits short of a bachelor’s in psychology.” Willie answered shyly.

“Hot damn, that’s even better.” Amos said.  “I just got approval to hire someone to counsel the officers and go along on death calls and all of that.  You could intern with me while you work on your master’s.”

I could see that Willy was excited and trying not to show it.

“That’s fine for Willy but we only graduated the high school.” Harp said.

“And I’ve got funds to pay for you to get law enforcement degrees while you work for me.” Amos said.  “I need smart men who will have my back and who I can trust.  It’s harder than hell to find reliable people around here and I’m running so short staffed that my men want to kill me.  I can make it work for all of us.”

“What do you think, daddy?” Willy asked.

“You already know, you don’t need to ask.”

Willy looked at me and said, “What do you think, Ben?”

“I think if you even try to say no, I’m going to drag your ass down to the college and beat you till you enroll.  The same goes for the rest of you, too.”

“Is it okay if we talk it over and come by your office tomorrow?” Cleo asked.

“That’ll be fine.” Amos replied.  “Be prepared to be interviewed and fill out some forms.  If you come in, that’s the only way I’m letting you out.”

The boys were looking at each other, trying not to show too much emotion but bursting to let it out.

“What ever happened with the pot farmers back in the woods?” I asked to change the subject.

“Oh, Lord.  Those government men arrested everybody in sight; our jail wasn’t even big enough to hold all of them.  Some wannabe gangsters out of Louisville, they moved them all up to the state prison already, thank god.  They videoed the fields and burned them all down.  Did you know they had four fields back there?”

“I knew, I don’t think the boys did.” JT said.

I could tell from the looks on their faces that that was the first time Cleo and Harp were aware of the size of the operation.

“Those fools were caught red handed; they won’t be back around here any time soon.”

“Was that all, just the fields as evidence?” Cleo asked.

“What more did they need?  Everybody out there got high from the burning.  They may have taken some samples but they have a solid case.”

I saw Cleo shoot Harp a significant look and I wondered what they knew.

“Anyway, I need to get back to town.” Amos said.  “I’ve been off the radar all night; the whole place probably went crazy.”

He got up and walked to the door, paused and then said, “I’ve been meaning to ask.  Are you folks planning on starting a graveyard or something?  It looks like somebody took a backhoe to your lawn.”

JT stiffened and I knew he’d temporarily forgotten, too.

“You’ll have to ask my boys about that.” he said.  “I haven’t been filled in on what’s taking place.”

“We’re going to plant a garden” Tate said.

“Uh-huh.  Well, your hole is only about five feet too deep.” Amos said.  “But, it’s none of my affair.”

He left and we all watched from the porch as he drove away.

“We need to go for a walk.” Cleo said to Willy.

“What, now?  I just ate.” he replied.

“Right now.” Harp said.  “It’s important.”

“Go on, it’ll do you good.” I said.  “I need to do my dishes.”

“No, you come too.” Cleo said.  “We’ll help with the chores when we get back.”

I looked at JT and I could tell he didn’t like the idea but he said, “I’ll take care of the chores.  The sooner I don’t have to look at you sneaky bastards the better I’ll like it.”

He turned and went inside and Cleo and Harp were already down the steps before the door slammed to.

“Come on, hurry.” Cleo said, taking off around the back.  He and Harp didn’t even look to make sure we followed.

They led us at a fast pace through the woods by paths that I couldn’t even see until finally they stopped in a clearing a couple of miles from the house.

“Great.” Tate said.  “You wanted to show us the woods?  We’ve seen them all our lives and we could have seen them a lot closer to home.”

“You ain’t seen this, though.” Harp said.

He and Cleo walked over to a spot near the bottom of a hill and rooted in the leaves and dead growth on the ground.  I knew when they found what they were looking for; they looked at each other and smiled.

Straining, they began to lift a portion of the forest floor and bend it back.  As they did, we could see a hole in the ground underneath.

“Wait till you see this.” Cleo said as he and Harp began to climb into the hole.  I could see that they had lifted what looked like a door, recently made and concealed.  Willy and Tate followed them and I reluctantly took up the rear.  Cool air blew up from the hole in the ground and I could see that someone had lit candles.

I climbed down and found myself standing on the flat floor of a cave.  Cleo and Harp were holding candles and grinning.  They walked forward and were concealed by a curve as we followed.

On the other side, there were glistening bricks stacked neatly against the back wall.

“What is it?” I asked.

“It’s the pot dealers’ warehouse.” Cleo said.  “Me and Harp heard someone making a racket one day and crept up on them.  We saw them climb in here and then climb back out and after they left, we checked it out ourselves.”

“All of these bricks are pot?” Willy said.

“You’re damned right, it’s a gold mine.  Pressed and packaged and ready to go.” Harp said.

“Okay, JT will skin each and every one of us alive if you boys are thinking of dealing this stuff.” I said. “And I’ll be the first one to tell him what you’re up to.”

“We’re not going to sell it; we’re going to barter it.” Cleo said.

“For what?” Tate asked.

“For plumbing.” Cleo said.  “For washing machines.  For bathroom fixtures.  For refrigerators.  For wiring.  Maybe even a TV. We couldn’t figure out how to pay for it all, here’s the answer.  There’s enough stockpiled here that we can have both of our houses fixed up.”

“I don’t know about all of that.” Willy said, looking at me side eyed.

“Do you know anyone that you trust to make that kind of deal?” I asked.

“We’ve got cousins who can do the work.  And once we get done with them, I know they’ve got friends we can make a deal with for all of the rest of the stuff.  Technically, we won’t be selling.”

“I don’t know.” Willy said.

“We’re doing it.” I said.  “This will all sit here and rot and somebody needs to reap the benefits.”

“I knew you’d see it.” Cleo said.  “Now, we’ve got to move this shit.”

“You can’t keep it at your house and daddy would tear us limb from limb if we tried to store it at ours.” Willy said.

“I’m way ahead of you, come on.” Cleo replied.  He and Harp were already climbing out of the cave.

When we all got to ground level, they’d already taken off into the woods again.

After another ten minutes of crashing through the brush, Cleo stopped once again.  We were in another clearing, no different from the first.

“Behold!” he said like a magician.

He and Harp went to the edge of the clearing and bent down.  After a moment, one of the big bushes there started to rise and in another moment, you could see that they each had the handle of a big plastic tub which the bush was growing in.  They raised it clear and set it down, then did the same thing with the bush beside it.  After the bushes were moved, the opening to another cave was exposed.

“I didn’t know this was back here.” Willy said.

“Nobody does except for me and Harp.” Cleo replied.  “We found this place when we were boys and it’s been our secret place ever since.”

He entered the mouth of the cave and Harp followed, with the three of us close behind.  Inside, Cleo lit another candle and the place opened up around us.  It was bigger than the first cave even though the entrance was smaller.  Best of all, it was dry and cool.

“We’ve got work to do.” I said.

After they led us back to the first cave, the five of us worked as a relay.  Willy brought the bricks to the front and handed them up to me, I ran and handed them to Tate who then carried them to Harp who carried them to Cleo.  He carried them to their secret cave and stacked them.

We must have worked non-stop for two or three hours before the last brick was in its new home.  We left the first cave uncovered and open and walked to the second one.

“I counted as I stacked but I lost count around three hundred.” Cleo said.

“Goddamn, that’s enough to get the whole county high.” Tate said.

The covered the bricks with an old ground cloth and tarps that they had stored in the cave and when they replaced the bushes, there was no sign that anything had ever been disturbed.

We trekked back to the original hiding place, working to obliterate our trail as we went.  When we got to the clearing, Willy lifted the big door and dragged it over to where we had started our trail to the other cave and flipped it across the path.

“Won’t that draw someone’s eye to our trail?” I asked.

“If you want something out of the way, you don’t toss it on top of the path you’re using.  Just a psychological trick to confuse them.  In a day or two, there’ll be no sign that we ever went that way.”

“I don’t know about you all but I’m hot and dirty and tired.  How do we get to the swimming hole?” I asked.

The swim was exactly what we all needed and I saw more than one hard cock being played with in the water.  Everyone was in high spirits on the way back to the house.

When we got back, JT was sitting on the front porch in his rocker.

“You all were gone long enough.” he said.  “Did you have fun?”

“We did.” I said.  “We went for a swim.”

“I see that.” he replied.  “You sure got your clothes dirty between here and there.”

“Those woods can be a dirty place.” Cleo said.  JT didn’t reply, he just sat and stared through narrowed eyes at the five of us.

The next day, Willy called me at my job.

“We all four went to see the Sheriff and he offered us all a job.” he said.  “He was afraid we wouldn’t pass the drug tests but they all came back clean and he wanted to hire us on the spot.  We have to do orientation and all of that, but we can start working as soon as fall classes start.”

“That’s in just three weeks.” I said.  “Will you all be ready/”

“We’re ready now.” he replied.  “Even so, this will give us a chance to make some home improvements before we’re working every day.”

“How will that work out, Cleo getting things arranged and all?”

“It’s already arranged.  His cousins can start tomorrow and they’re happier about the deal than I could believe.  A sample of the payment convinced them on the spot.”

Something had been bothering me and I had to ask.

“How are we going to handle your daddy in all of this?”

“Just keep on claiming you don’t know what’s going on.  Let us handle the rest.  He’ll come around once the work starts.”

He didn’t, though.  Tuesday evening when I got home he was waiting for me.

“The Brown boys had their cousins by today.” he said from his porch rocker.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to meet them” I replied.

“You just missed them.  They’ve been here all day.”

He got up and went indoors and I could see that there were new pipes sticking up at various locations in the kitchen and there were holes in the walls and ceiling with wires poking through.  I looked at the work and then back at JT.

“What’s all this about?” I asked.

“The boys and the cousins worked on this all day.  Willy said it was a big surprise for me.”  He looked at me with that same narrow eyed stare and then said, “I’m already surprised that no one asked for my permission or approval.”

“That’s between all of you.” I said.  “I’m tired and hungry and I’ve been working all day.  What’s for supper?”

JT didn’t say any more and when the boys showed up I asked, “What are all of these pipes and wires?”

“You’ll see when we’re done; it’s a present for daddy.”

“Present, my ass.” was all JT contributed.

The next day, Wednesday, Willy called me again at the job.

“Can you get away for a few minutes?” he asked.

“Sure, I’ve got a break coming.”

“We’re outside, come see what we have.”

When I got out to the parking lot, the truck sat piled down with plumbing fixtures.  I saw a couple of toilets, a kitchen sink and other things all piled in the truck bed.  There were even a couple of water heaters.

“We just came from the salvage yard.  We got all of this for next to nothing, barter wise.” he told me.

“And JT is already pissed off.  When he sees all of this, he’s going to blow a gasket.”

“He’ll come around.” Tate said.

I didn’t look forward to going home that evening.  When I got there, JT was once again waiting in his rocker.

“Been a whole lot of activity around here today.  Matter of fact, the boys are still working.”

I went inside and followed the noise.  The hallway that led to the back door also had two rooms off of it that weren’t used except as storage.  The boys had cleaned one of the rooms out and were busy putting fixtures into the big room.  There was a huge old claw foot tub on one side of the room with a pedestal sink nearby.  On the other side, there was a toilet in the corner near the entry door and a long trough affixed to the wall a ways from it.  On the same wall, in the corner, there was a freestanding shower stall.

“We’re going to build a partition here.” Cleo said, showing where it would stand to screen the toilet from the rest of the room.  “We’re even going to put a door up to make it more private.”

“What’s this?” I asked, pointing to the long trough.

“An old fashioned urinal.  We got it for free.” He stood in front of it and said, “There’s room for more than one, as you can see.”  The other boys snickered.

“You sure got a lot accomplished in a short time.” I said.  I looked at Willy, raised my eyebrows and motioned with my head out front to where JT sat.

Willy just rolled his eyes toward heaven and raised his palms to the air.

When I got back out to the kitchen, JT was at the stove finishing preparing supper.

“Those boys must have worked like slaves today.” I said to him.  “I would have keeled over just from carrying all of that stuff up the hill.”

“Could be.” was all he said.  He kept silent during supper, too, only speaking the bare minimum.

He went to bed early without me and when I turned in, he was lying with his back to me, pretending to be asleep.  I don’t like to be ignored.

Things came to a head the next evening.  I was in a bad mood to begin with after being slighted the night before.

We had all finished eating and I was stacking dishes in the sink when Willy said, “We’re hanging a new kitchen sink tomorrow.  The pipes are all roughed in.”

“That’ll be nice.” I replied.  “It’ll make clean up a whole lot easier.”

JT wasn’t speaking, just glaring at each of us.

“Everything should be in place by the weekend, I wouldn’t be surprised if we had power and water both by this time next week.”

“I can’t believe how much you all got done so fast.” I said.

“I’ll just bet you can’t.” JT said to me.  “I’ll bet you’re just as surprised as Christmas morning.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“You’re behind all of this.” he said.  “You went behind my back after I said no.  You snuck around and plotted and turned my own boys against me.  I’m the one taking care of my family.  I should have known not to trust you.  I guess next you’ll be wanting cable TV and a hot tub like you had in the city.”

He had stood up from his chair to accuse me and simply hearing him speak that way made a red mist go over my vision.  I try really hard to control my temper but sometimes I fail.  I took a couple of steps across the room and pushed him, hard, so that he fell back into his seat, a look of shock on his face.

The boys started to get up to intervene and I grabbed a cast iron skillet from the stove and raised it.

“Sit back down and stay out of this or I swear I’ll open the brain pan on every one of you.” I said.

It was their turn to look shocked and they slowly lowered themselves to their seats.

I turned to JT.

“Listen to me,” I said, “you big ignorant hillbilly son of a bitch.  You don’t know anything about my life because you never even bothered to fucking ask.

You’re so proud of being poor and living out here with nothing, this would have been luxury when I was growing up.  My daddy lost his job and then he lost his mind before I was even in school.  My mom tried to get work but she didn’t have any experience and nobody would hire her.  Daddy was in the hospital and we lost everything.  We were living in a homeless shelter when I went to school.  I thought everybody lived like us and I asked one of the kids what shelter he lived in, the other kids made my life hell after that.

But my daddy got better and he did everything possible to keep us fed and clothed.  We wound up living in one room and daddy went out collecting scrap metal and cans to make money.  He took any kind of work he could get to earn money.  He’d come home so tired that he’d fall asleep eating.  

And he took charity, too.  You’re too proud but he wasn’t.  He said it hurt his heart every time but he’d take anything he could get if it meant his wife and son were fed and had warm clothes.  I never even had a brand new pair of shoes till I was fourteen. Why do you think it was so easy for me to start living here?

My daddy did without all of his life, for us.  And you can look down on him for taking charity but he made sure we had what we needed, no matter how much it hurt him.  I never even realized how poor we were.  

So you can sit around here sour faced and pouting and keep your little mad on but you’ll never be half the father my daddy was.

These boys are going to start work soon and they need to be able to clean up and do laundry and work on their studies.  You want them moving out someplace to get those things?   I don’t.

I love you more than anyone on earth but you’re a too proud vain man and you don’t deserve any of us.  I got the boys the paperwork they needed but they did all of the rest of this, with no help from you.  They’ve been working like slaves and you’ve just been sitting on your bony ass and sneering.

I wasn’t born into this family but it’s the one I chose and I was just trying to do what you said, take care of my family.  And if I have to look any more at your dumb conceited face, I just might break this skillet over your thick skull.”

With that, I whirled around, went into the bedroom and slammed the door.

 

I sat down on the edge of the bed, trying to calm myself and I heard through the door when Willy said, “You’re my daddy and I love you but sometimes you’re a real flaming asshole.”

The boys shuffled out and the screen door slammed and I worked on getting my breathing back to normal.

I’d been sitting there about half an hour and I was finally feeling normal but didn’t know what to do next.  Then, there was a knock on the bedroom door.  My back was to the door and I ignored it.

I heard the knob turn and the door open and someone said, “Can a big ignorant hillbilly come in?”

I didn’t respond.

“How about a big ignorant hillbilly son of a bitch?” JT asked.

“It’s your house, you already made that clear.” I replied.

He walked over and stood in front of me, then held out a length of wood that was about three feet long and 2 inches square.

“What’s that for?” I asked.

“It’s for you to beat me with.” he said.

I grabbed it out of his hand and threw it into the corner.

“I’m not going to beat you, you big dumb fuck.” I said.

“It would make me feel better if you did something to hurt me as bad as I hurt you.” he said.

 

“Stop thinking about yourself.” I said and when I realized what I’d just uttered, I had to laugh.

“Are you going to forgive me?” JT asked.

“Are you going to keep being an asshole?”

“At times.  Habits are hard to break.  But I’d appreciate it if you’d let me know when I’m being an asshole instead of turning your back on me.” JT said.

He sank to his knees in front of me and wrapped his arms around me and said into my ear, “We’re going to fight sometimes, I know that.  But if you ever leave me, I might just as well die.”

“I’m not going to leave you, you idiot.” I said.  “I’m going to stay around and make your life hell.”

I had to hug him back and we stayed that way for a few minutes silently.

“You said you love me.” he finally said.

“Yeah, well, maybe I was out of my head.”

“Well, if you weren’t, the feeling is mutual.” JT said.

Then he started kissing me.  After all of the drama of the last few days and with feeling rejected, that was exactly what I needed.  We wound up lying on the bed with him on top of me, kissing like teenagers.  It was almost as good as being fucked.

“Jesus Christ!” I eventually heard someone say.  We looked up and Willy was standing in the open bedroom doorway.

“You two jerks can’t even have a fight like normal people.  You’ve got children in the house.  If you’re going to carry on like that, at least close the damned door.”

And he did.

This chapter is an immediate continuation of chapter 5.

The well-fucked satyrs bowed and slipped respectfully out of the room, leaving Billy and Sir James to recover from the energetic bout of mansex.  They sat on the ottoman, leaning up against each other and breathing in each other’s sweat and stink.

“Those bitches certainly know how to take a big dick,” said Billy, appreciatively.

“Yes, but …” James eyed Billy.

“But what?”

James reached across and grabbed Billy’s dick. “They were just the appetizer. I want a real man’s dick in me, and hard!”

“And I want a real man’s ass!” Billy confessed. The satyrs had been fun, but this was the real thing. The boys kept their bodies smooth, and he was in need of a sweaty, furry ass with all the odors of a hard sexual workout clinging to it. Billy slipped his hand beneath James’ buttocks and pushed a finger, then another, into his hole. As he found the nut of James’ prostate he worked his man’s passage to make him shout with pleasure.

Billy’s cock was instantly twitching, ready to please his lover. He pulled James to his feet, bent him back down over the ottoman, and lined up his ass. Pungent smells of sweat and cum from their strenuous fucking of the satyrs wafted over him. He spread open the hairy ass and breathed its ripeness as the puckered hole summoned him in.

The lure of  James’ ass could swell Billy’s cock after a hundred other fucks and he was soon rock hard. He pressed the head, slick with anticipation, against the Earl’s yielding hole. James felt the familiar hardness and pushed back onto the stiff pole.

James let out a great sigh of happiness as the cock he loved drove into him. “Yessss ….!” he shouted, “Show me how a real god fucks!”

Billy rose to the challenge, quickly getting into his stride as he plowed the delicious ass with long, hard strokes.  This was better than the boys, however skillful they had been. James’ ass was big and muscular, and the dark cleft that swallowed up Billy’s cock meant so much more to him than the satyrs’ slutty availability.

He reached round to feel James’ cock bouncing wildly beneath him and James’ heavy nuts brushing his hand as they swung. He hunched his body over his lover’s as he possessed him completely, hammering into him as James’ arms shuddered and he lost his grip on the ottoman and sank down onto the floor. Billy rolled them both onto their sides to free James’ cock. He wanted them to have the same pleasure at the same time. He pulled up James’ thigh to give him access and fisted James’ cock in time to his own thrusts.

Their voices interrupted each other:

“Come for me, James!”

“Seed me, Billy! Come in my arse!”

And as James’ cum exploded over his stomach, he felt Billy’s manhood flooding into the center of him. And he felt his whole being shudder as he shot his own load at the same time

James rolled round to lie on Billy’s shoulder.  He could feel Billy’s chest rising and falling.  Billy’s other arm reached round and stirred the cummy, furry mess on James’ stomach. He gave his opinion of the evening: “Who needs all that masquerade shit, when I can just take your arse as usual?”

James just smiled. He knew Billy had enjoyed fucking the satyrs every which way before coming home to his own mancunt. He was learning how to manage the appetites of his stableboy.

“Get dressed, Billy. Don’t forget why we’re here.”  James said. Billy bridled and sprung to attention. He scowled at the suggestion that he had forgotten their mission. Quickly he pulled on his clothes as best he could, and they returned to the ballroom.  Luckily their state of undress was far from out of place at the masquerade. While they had been enjoying the satyrs, the masqueraders had lost a fair amount of clothes and the corners of the room were filled with groping couples.

Bob and Jack had resumed their station beside a now almost comatose Sir John. The wine had clearly gotten the better of him. The satyrs winked lasciviously at Billy and James as they returned.

Patrick came over to them: “Where have you two been? No, don’t tell me, I can smell it on you. And it smells good.” He grinned conspiratorially at them, but was then serious again: “Addington’s here. He has a few boys the right age with him, but I’m not sure they fit the description of the lad you’re looking for.”

The three of them walked across the ballroom to where Sir Henry Addington, Lord Sidmouth, lounged on an ornate chaise, surrounded by sycophants who were in the hope of gaining political advantage. It was hard to see him through the crowd.

Billy drew Tommy’s sketch of Joseph from his pocket and edged nearer. None of Addington’s retinue looked much like Joey.  Tommy was clearly a skilled artist and the sketch of the young man had a distinctive look.  Addington’s many young male attendants didn’t seem to match up.  His arm was occupied by a stunningly beautiful but highly made-up young woman with a mound of flowing red hair piled on her head.

“Not his wife, of course,” Patrick informed Billy. “Let’s get closer and have a proper look at the footmen. He’ll talk to me.” Patrick was an old political rival of Henry Addington.

Addington greeted them formally. He seemed already bored with the occasion. “May I present my companion for the evening.”  His polite smile was that of a crocodile. He crudely slapped the red-head’s ass and she tottered forward.

James bent to kiss her hand, and as he stood up he saw a blank look in her eyes and smelt a strange spice-laden sweetness from her lips. Laudanum.

“Delighted to make your acquaintance, Madam.” said James. The lady laughed vacantly, and Addington drew her away.

“I’m afraid we must be leaving, my dear,” he said coldly, “I have other uses for you.” He clicked his fingers and his servants grouped round him to escort him to his carriage.

James felt deflated. He had gotten his hopes up that they would find a clue to Joseph’s whereabouts. The fun with the satyrs had put him in a good mood, but now he felt drained and tired.

Patrick noticed and suggested that they return to his house. “We can regroup tomorrow and pay Addington a visit,” he suggested.  Neither James nor Billy were in the mood to disagree. Billy felt sorry for the woman Addington was keeping drugged and compliant, but he knew that his mission was to find Joseph.

As they crossed the courtyard to Patrick’s carriage they saw Addington and his companion a couple yards ahead. She was struggling to walk in her pointed shoes on the cobbles. As they drew nearer, the lady stumbled and fell.

“Get up, you bitch!” Sir Henry pulled her arm in irritation and tried to drag her to the carriage, but her feet gave way again. As she fell, the luxurious mound of auburn locks slipped back to reveal short, blond curly hair. Sir Henry cursed and grabbed at her, but as she struggled to stand his hand tore open her dress to reveal a white scar stretching across her collar bone.

“Joseph!” Billy shouted it first. He remembered everything Tommy had told them about Joey. The figure on the ground stared up at him, with life springing into his eyes for the first time as Sir Henry bundled him into the coach and turned to face Patrick. Billy was not a Royal Marine for nothing. At the precise moment when Addington’s eyes were turned, he thrust something into Joseph’s hand and spoke quietly: “Don’t worry, lad, we’ll come for you.”

Behind him, James was shaking with fury. He hated cruelty, and could not allow the situation to continue. He felt something give way in him. “You shame your family name, Sir Henry!”

Sir Henry laughed superciliously. “What, for a pathetic faggot like that? You jest, sir.”

James thought back to Tommy and the faith the young man had placed in him. “You call yourself a man? You abuse all men, and a friend of mine in particular. I challenge you, Sir Henry. I demand satisfaction.”

Addington’s smile turned into a sneer. He had been challenged to a duel before and the last time the man had died. He had used his political status to cover it up, of course.

“Certainly, if you wish it.” Addington said coldly. “I assume Sir Patrick here will be your second, or perhaps,” he continued with an unpleasant smirk, “his dear friend, the Jew.”

Now it was Patrick’s turn to stride forward with his fist raised. He hated prejudice as much as he loved Malachi. But as he neared Addington, a voice rang out across the courtyard.

“GENTLEMEN!”

Everyone whipped round to look at Billy. He stood in the midst of them, arms folded, his presence radiating command. “Enough of this! If there’s going to be fighting, then it should be done by someone who knows what they’re about.”

Sir Henry Addington stared at him. He was not accustomed to being addressed like this. Then he remembered what he had heard about Billy, and turned his attention dismissively to James.

“Ah yes, Sir James. This is the stable-boy we all hear you’ve taken pity on.  Really, I wonder that you should bring him to a society ball.”

Billy immediately laid a hand on James’s shoulder and stepped in front of him.

“I don’t expect you to fight me, you Lordship.” His voice dripped sarcasm. “Name whoever you like. I’ll fight you or your lowest laborer. Whatever you chose, it’s all one to me.”

A smile ghosted across Addington’s face. He enjoyed brutal violence, as long as he was not himself subject to it of course. “Very well”, he said with cold politeness. “I shall expect you tomorrow morning.”

There was nothing more to be said.  Patrick, calmer now, ushered James and Billy into his carriage. On the ride back, Billy was in charge. The two lords might know how polite society operated, but this was his element and his logistical mind was at work.

“Don’t worry, your Lordships. I think we’ll reunite our young lovers.” He chatted lightly to relieve the tension. “Tommy did well to help us find his Joey!  Who knew he was such a talented artist? He played his part, and now I’ll play mine.”

James was sick with worry but he tried not to let it show. “I know you will, Billy,’” He tried to make a joke of it: “I know I can count on my stableboy to rough things up a little.”

*****

The next day over breakfast at  Patrick’s house, James was tense with anxiety. Billy tried to reassure him: “I’m a trained fighter, James. I’m a marine—by sea and by land, remember? I can adapt to all kinds of combat. There’s been a lot of men wished they hadn’t tangled with Billy Cate!”

James relaxed a little. He had no doubt that Billy knew how to look after himself in combat, But he didn’t trust Addington, a man with little human feeling but a great deal of guile.

Billy took an optimistic stance. He insisted on taking two carriages to Addington’s house. “We’re grateful to you, Patrick,” he explained, “but we’ll need to get Joseph back to Tommy at Comersby as quick as we can.”

The journey to Addington’s house was a short one, and Billy sprang out of James’ carriage, ready for reconnaissance.  The courtyard had been set up as an arena, with an area roped off for the fight and a raised platform where Sir Henry Addington sat with his attendants. Joseph was seated beside him, no longer wearing his women’s clothes. Sir Henry had deliberately dressed him in his servants’ livery as if to claim ownership of him. He sat rigid on a chair, his wide, blue eyes looking out imploringly at Sir James.

Prowling round the arena was a giant of a man.  His nose had been broken too often to retain any shape, and small mean eyes glittered above it.  He was warming up arms the size of tree branches.

A rush of adrenaline surged through Billy. This was a challenge. He was a dead shot, and his work at close quarters with a cutlass had repelled the would-be boarders of many a ship in the Royal Navy. He knew he was more than a match in a duel with swords or pistols. A fist fight was different. He was used to the strict discipline aboard ship where fighting was discouraged.  But he’d been in a few strictly unofficial bouts when he’d need to.  Billy didn’t come from officer background and he knew how to handle himself.

James was less confident.  He was a subscriber to Egan’s Boxiana and had witnessed a number of bouts in London. He knew many of the prize fighters and he knew of the reputation of Gabe Pruitt. The world of prize fighting was none too scrupulous about its members, but this man was different. Pruitt was not a gentleman of the ring. He had resorted to moves like gouging and dropping too often and now eked out a living from unofficial matches organized by rich men who liked to watch brutality and to bet huge sums on it.

The man was a mountain. Billy was tall at 6 feet 2, but Pruitt had a good 4 inches on him. He was an ugly brute with a nose badly set from one too many breaks. His small eyes glittered evilly beneath thick brows.

A knot tightened in James’ stomach, but he made his voice calm. “You can take him, Billy. A brute like that doesn’t have your skill.”

Billy shrugged nonchalantly. He’d heard of this man in the inns of Bristol. He was pretty sure his own fighting skill were more than a match for him, but Pruitt’s gamesmanship was another matter.

Sir Henry Addington strolled over to them with an unpleasant smirk. “No need for all that dangerous play with swords and pistols, gentlemen.” He conspicuously addressed only James and Patrick, not Billy. “I thought Pruitt here would entertain us more and it would be more appropriate for the status of your … friend.” He glanced across at Billy with a sarcastic sneer. “I do prefer humiliation to death. Though as I’m sure you know, Pruitt has in fact killed many opponents.” He rubbed his hands together. “Two men of this caliber should give us good sport, and we don’t need to be too nice about the rules.”

 James’ voice was cold. “Very well, Sir Henry. Mr. Cate has accepted the terms.”

“Let’s get on with it then.” Addington returned to his dais as Billy pulled off his shirt and swung his arms and shoulders to warm his muscles. At the sight of Billy’s naked chest and toned muscles, something stirred in James’ breeches and he felt horribly conflicted between fear and desire.

Addington clapped his hands and pronounced, “Commence!”

The two men circled each other. It was obvious that Pruitt had the greater reach—his massive arms were like the sails of a windmill. But Billy was strong too and he was faster and lighter on his feet; he could wait while the ugly giant expended energy on swings that connected only with the air. Where Pruitt had the advantage of reach, Billy was left-handed and he knew how to use the advantage of angles. Billy’s speed let him land some hooks onto Pruitt’s diaphragm that would have winded many men, but the monstrous Pruitt seemed impervious. His moves were limited but his huge frame was a fortress.

Billy was working hard to duck away from the swing of Pruitt’s crosses and get in some jabs of his own. James and Patrick watched—it was hard to tell where the advantage law. Patrick squeezed James’ shoulder and said: “Billy knows what he’s doing.”

Billy did know. The short hard jabs were having an effect on Pruitt. Billy was having to work hard to dodge the massive arms and he had absorbed some bruising blows. But the giant was blowing harder. He wasn’t used to a fighter trained in real warfare.  Billy danced round him. Pruitt was struggling to place his own punches.

Addington’s steward called an end to Round One and the fighters retreated to their corners. James tried to remain professional as he wiped the sweat from Billy’s face. “Just keep on like that, Billy, you’ve got the measure of him.”

James locked eyes with Billy. He wanted to keep him focused on the bout. But Billy couldn’t resist looking over to where Joseph sat, pale as a ghost and gazing mournfully at them. God knows what miseries he’s been through, Billy thought. His mind flicked back to the ride back from Bristol when Tommy had told them about the time when he and Joseph had been violently separated by the press gang. Anger flowed through him. He was more than ready to restore justice

Round Two was called, and Billy’s blood was up. As he squared up to Pruitt he noticed a dirty bandage had been wrapped round the palm and knuckles of his right hand. He shrugged: if the man’s paw couldn’t cope with hitting Billy, then so much the better.

They circled each other again. This time Pruitt was more hesitant. Billy couldn’t work out why, but he took advantage with some forceful blows that met their mark. Pruitt had lost his rhythm. His massive bulk kept him on his feet, but he seemed oddly hesitant about placing his punches.

Billy sensed this and was lured into looking into Pruitt’s face when suddenly a massive blow caught him on the chest and a shocking pain shot though him. He barely had time to pivot when the fist came again, this time even harder to his left shoulder in two hard jabs that tore at tendon and muscle

Billy staggered at the pain but his mind was focused. Before he had enlisted he had witnessed plenty of street fights and he recognized brass knuckles when he felt them. His whole body was shuddering with the shock of metal against bone.

“Fucking, cheating bastard!” Billy shouted out his resentment at the situation. Everything—his anger at the cowardly attempt to fix the fight, his need to do what was right for Joseph and Tommy, his hatred of Addington and love for James—went into his next blow.

He weaved left and then right and put all his remaining energy into an uppercut to the chin with his right hand. It was a trick he’d learned in the Marines. You never knew how or when you might be incapacitated and he had trained himself to be ambidextrous.

It was not a pretty blow, but it was effective. Billy’s fist landed on Pruitt’s throat and knocked the breath out of it. Pruitt lurched forward, only to meet Billy’s fist driving up into his head and connecting with his skull. As he tottered, Billy’s foot connected with his knee and he went down, cursing loudly.

Addington’s steward started a count, but Billy reckoned Pruitt had forfeited any chance of gentlemanly play. As Pruitt struggled to rise, Billy’s eyes swept the spectators. He saw Joseph jump to his feet eagerly and heard James shout: “Finish him, Billy!”

Billy shrugged. Sometimes you had to do what needed to be done. He kicked Pruitt savagely in the head and watched his lights go out.

Then everything happened very fast. James and Patrick rushed over to him, and James threw Billy’s uninjured arm over his shoulder to make sure he could stand.

Addington sauntered over nonchalantly. “A dull match, I’m afraid,” he said. “Pruitt is too old. Of course, if your man here would care to fight for me, I’m sure we could both make a fair sum.”

James ignored the insult. He cared only about getting Billy home and they didn’t waste any time. James carefully set Billy (refusing his protestations) on the seat of the carriage and sat close to keep him upright.

“Jump in, Joseph!” James called, and the boy made a bee-line for the carriage. James shouted a quick call of thanks to Patrick, and then George Jones whipped up and they were on their way home to Comersby.

At first Joseph sat pressed in the corner of the coach, but James and Billy gently talked to him and told him that Tommy was waiting for him, fit and well at Comersby. It seemed too much for Joseph to take in. He kept shaking his head and muttering “no … no … it can’t be ….” His eyes were red, and Billy realized he must be exhausted. He moved across to the opposite seat and draw the boy into him.

“Try to sleep, lad. You’ll be home soon.” The warmth of Billy’s embrace and the rocking of the carriage soothed the boy and soon he was asleep.

As the carriage rolled into Comersby Castle, James looked out of the window to see Thomas standing alone in the courtyard.  A footman came to open the door and gestured towards Thomas.

“I’m sorry, sir,” he said, “ the lad spends all day waiting for you.  We hadn’t the heart to set him back to work.”

James grinned. “That’s all right.  We have something to change that.”  He climbed out himself and helped Joseph out of the carriage.

For a moment the two boys stood staring at each other in disbelief. Then they ran into each others’ arms, laughing, crying and kissing each other all at the same time. George Jones swung down from the driving seat, nodded at Sir James and guided the boys towards an open stable door. James remembered the first time Billy had taken him in that very stable.

Billy started to follow them, but James hesitated. “Shouldn’t we leave them to it?”

Billy overruled him. “I want to see them back together. I need to know they are all right”

James understood. For Billy nothing was right until two men could come together sexually. He and Billy took up a discreet position at the stable door.

Tommy and Joey were already a whirling mass of limbs as they tore off each other’s clothes. Joseph flung the hated livery of Sir Henry Addington as far from him as he could. 

 James at Billy glanced at each other with raised eyebrows at the sight of Tommy’s very respectable dick—a good eight inches and flanked with round, fat balls. They had rescued him as an abused and frightened boy at the brothel, but now it was clear who was the top in this relationship. Joey had lost his breeches and bent over a hay-bale to take his lover. Tommy entered him tenderly but eagerly and was soon driving deep thrusts of joy and need into Joey’s ass.

“Our boy has quite a cock on him! I didn’t expect that,” Billy remarked to James. The men smiled at each other as the boys tried valiantly to fuck and kiss at the same time. Joey craned his neck round to Tommy’s mouth and they toppled off the bale together, laughing but quickly joining cock and ass again for their reunion. They were soon back into their rhythm with Joey’s ass pushing back to get as much of Tommy’s dick as he could.

James kissed Billy. “This was your doing. You brought them back together.” He felt Billy’s arm grip his shoulders and rest a little more weight on him.

“I’m so proud of you. But now you need to come back to the house.”

At last Billy knew when he was beat. As they left the stable, George Jones stepped up to help, but James waved him away. He understood that from now on it was Billy and he together. He took Billy’s weight and helped him up each painful step to their bedroom. He undressed Billy as gently as he could (or that Billy would allow) and laid him on the bed that was now their place alone.

A maid brought in water and a sponge to bathe Billy’s wounds but James took them from her and shooed her out of the room. He soaked the sponge in the warm water and ran it gently over the cuts and bruises coloring Billy’s naked body. Billy smelt of dust and sweat and blood, and James had to make himself wash it off.

“How does that feel?”

“Fine, but don’t you think your tongue would do the job even better?”

James set down the basin. Billy was irresistible.

“Lie back, then. It’s time for me to appreciate you.” James was overwhelmed with love for Billy and desire for his body. He bent over to kiss him and carefully touched his lips to Billy’s bruised mouth. He felt Billy’s mouth lips twist into a grin and pulled up to hear him say: “It’s just a split lip, for God’s sake. There’s nothing wrong with my tongue.”

James silenced him with a deep, hard kiss and their tongues fought for dominance. James pulled up to say, “Less of your gab, stableboy. It’s time for me to give the orders. And if you ever put yourself in danger like that again …” His voice tailed off. They both knew that Billy would always put himself in danger to save another man.

Billy struggled to raise himself on his elbows, but James took charge. “Billy, you are in a house that’s been in my family for six generations. When the Earl of Comersby tells you to lay back, he expects you to do it, marine.”

Billy consented at last to be still and James took advantage of it. He ran his tongue down Billy’s torso, now so familiar to him. He paused to flick his tongue over each nipple, and felt them harden. He made a detour to kiss the biceps that had fought so hard that day, then pulled Billy’s arm up so that he could lick his pit and breathe in his smell, glad that Billy had refused to be washed. He swirled his tongue through the hair and felt the familiar headiness of the man-stink.

Then he traveled down past the line where Billy’s brown chest ended and the white skin began (Billy, to James’ great pleasure, had refused to give up his habit of stripping off his shirt when it was warm or when he had work to do.)  James paused for a moment, negotiating the bruising, to lick and admire  the flat, taught space above Billy’s cock. Then he got to the main event.

He took the cock, so heavy even at half-mast, in his mouth and teased the foreskin with his lips and teeth as his fingers squeezed the shaft. Then he drew it back to reveal the beauty of the pink head shining with the saliva that dripped from his mouth.  He loved this moment when Billy’s cock began to take on a life of its own. He weighed the heavy balls on his hand and ran his tongue up and down the thickening shaft.

As the endorphins flooded through his body Billy forgot his cuts and bruises and his damaged shoulder. He began to buck his hips up to fuck James’ mouth. James took advantage of the motion.

He sat astride Billy and bend down to his mouth for a long kiss. As their tongues engaged, James felt the tap of Billy’s engorged cock bumping up against his inner thighs.

“For fuck’s sake man,” Billy muttered, “Get on my cock before I blow a load right now!”

James sat up and back, reaching behind to pull his ass-cheeks apart and guide the cock to its destination. He felt the wetness of Billy’s leaking cock-head, and caught his breath for a moment as it forced him open. They locked eyes as the dick started on its way with a will of its own. Then, as his cunt-ring gave way easily, James welcomed the thick, pulsing shaft deep inside him. He lowered himself down the huge pole until he at last met with resistance.

“Try to keep still, man, remember you’re hurt,” he ordered Billy as he started to ride his stallion cock. But Billy’s hips were soon driving up unto him. James wanted it deep and he got it. He felt the heat of the dick in his ass and moaned at the pleasure of it.  He laid one hand on Billy’s abdomen to feel the energy as the hard muscles flexed below the skin.

As James’ ass hit bottom, Billy took off the brake. He slammed up through  James’ unresisting mancunt, fixing his eyes on his man’s and holding him in his will. The ache in his shoulder sent shots of pain through him that only drove him on to piston up into James.

“Kiss me!” Billy ordered, and when James bent down to him he locked his arms round  James’ back and hammered up in sharp, violent thrusts as their mouths locked together. He clutched James to him and they were both driven on by the relentless friction of cock in ass. James rode him hard, needing the stallion cock deep inside him. They met each other with equal force—the rigid pole of the dick driving up and the muscular buttocks driving down to swallow it.

After the first burst of violent fucking, they wanted time to appreciate each other. James raised his ass a little and Billy took long, deep strokes into it that pleasured them both. James threw his head back and Billy watched his long lean torso and the taught contour of his jaw. He saw James’ cock begin to swell as it flopped on his stomach.  He pulled himself up to grab it, wincing with the pain.

James heard the breath whistle between James’ teeth and threw a pillow behind him to support his shoulder.

“I’m all right, James,” Billy said.  “I just need you now.  All of you.”  A circuit of energy seemed to flow from Billy’s cock into James’ ass and pass back through James’ dick into Billy’s hand and then round again.  They felt they could fuck like this forever. But at last James felt a deep need to release himself into the body of the man he loved. The tension of the fight, his anger at Addington’s cruelty and his joy at the reunion of Tommy and Joey needed their final expression. His churning balls were ready to give up their seed and his cock exploded, shooting deep into the reaches of James’ ass.

James felt the long, deep shudder of Billy’s orgasm ripple through him.  He let Billy collapse back on the bed and caught the edge of the wave with his own hand on his dick.  The next swell was his own.  He bathed Billy’s prone body with his semen, splashing it everywhere on his chest and down lay beside him.

Billy, finally, was spent.  He lay quietly while James gently worked his arms around him and held him. The silk sheets of James’ bed or the rough straw of the stable made no difference.  They were both where they wanted to be. 

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USING HIS PRESENT

I looked into Gary’s eyes in our fourth masturbation as we were dining. I had the need to tell him.

-You see, my son, what a horny day I have spent. And I am certainly your Christmas present. You have to allow me more, Gary, please.

-I love seeing you so horny, Peyton. And I want to see if you also find yourself comfortable being naked in bed next to your son. Let me go little by little, dad. If you like it, at least, we will always sleep together now. I don’t wanna lose my wonderful Christmas present, so you always have to be as horny as you are now.

-I would like so much being in bed with you that I really desire to give you a lot more fun, as I’ve promised you, Gary. I love to see you cumming over and over again with dad. That’s so hot that I’m cumming again.

I blasted my umpteenth load with my son and I could happily see him cumming after me. All I wanted from now on was to see him shoot load after load with his father present. We finished dinner, did the washing up and smiling at me, he told me at last we could head to his bed.

Totally hard we finally entered my son’s bed and since it was cold first we wrapped in his sheets and blankets and first he started to kiss me. We were like this for five minutes as our hands slid down everything in our naked bodies. Then he slowly started to lick my chest and came unhurriedly down my abdomen till he reached my cock and to my greatest surprise he swiftly took it in his mouth and started giving me a blowjob.

-I won’t deny you anything, Gary, since I am your present and I want your utter sexual fun, but please tell me that I can suck your cock next.

-If you really want to do it, you can.

-Thanks, Gary –I sighed in relief, knowing that finally I could suck my son’s cock, but meanwhile focusing on how he used to suck dicks. I intuited then the fun that Randolph must experience and other boys too, and I promised myself I would try and be just as good later. Soon I categorized this first incestuous blowjob as the best blowjob I’d had in my life. He never forgot to lick my balls from time to time and I wondered how it was possible that I could hold it for so long with such an expert tongue. But whenever I was on the verge of cumming, he tortured me a little; licking my balls again and all the extension of my dick, making me know the fun of edging, which I would also try later. After a long time, he gave me the liberty to cum, in his mouth, as he had asked me, for he told me he wanted to savour his unborn brothers. And I finally filled his sexy mouth with his father’s jizz and told him now it should be my turn and he must allow me at last. He was a little frightened knowing well I had never given a blowjob before but allowed me. I was on fire and soon started licking Gary’s balls. I would rehearse now how to suck his cock as well as he had done to mine before.

As soon as I had his cock in my mouth I started crying and Gary told me I had no need to go on but I answered I was crying out of the emotion of finally having been allowed to suck his cock combined with the hot taste it had. My God! I soon told him that his dick had a better taste than any cunt I had licked before and told him please let me go on till you cum in your father present’s mouth and after now, I will give you many blowjobs, I promise. But I also continued by doing what he had done, leaving his sexy dick a minute to lick his balls again, as with my right hand I continued stroking my son’s shaft. I heard Gary moaning I and I wanted a good long blowjob, “torturing” him as he had tortured me before, not allowing him to cum soon, taking him through edging to one of the best orgasms of his life, I hoped. How cute he was, in the utmost of his arousal. So that he did not cum too soon in that unforgettable first incestuous blowjob, I returned to his balls once and again at the time I cupped both my hands around his dick and was moving it up and down, up and down slowly. And my tongue was not idle and returned slowly, almost painstakingly, up his cock in slow motion till I reached his head again with expertise, then sucked a little and when I could feel he was cumming, I left his inflamed shaft and repeated the same motions again with my tongue on his balls, then slowly up his rod, next his glans and thus I was playing with that hot long dick for minutes till almost twenty minutes later, he asked me to have mercy on him and let him cum so finally I swallowed his cock completely again now with the intention of making him cum in my mouth, for I had asked Gary to let me taste his spunk, and at last my son’s cock became a fountain of aroused jizz into his father’s mouth. How good it tasted! My God! I told him please, Gary, after now you know what I want to do for you. I’ll suck your cock many more times. And now you have to fuck me.

But first he kissed me and thanked me profusely due to the sexual fun his father had just let him know. And next I saw him again sliding down my naked body and thought he wanted to give me a new blowjob. Well, that’s not what I wanted, but I was his present, and he should always choose his fun. But now I know that all he wanted was making me rock hard again and once my dick was standing stiff as a flagpole, in a sudden movement which I never expected, he impaled himself on my dick and started to fuck himself.

-My hot Gary, I won’t say no to any sexual fun you want. All I ask you is please to fuck me later.

-You’re the best present I’ve ever had and will always be the person I love most. I won’t fuck you tonight, Peyton. You will have more time to think things twice. And now if you really want to be a good present for your son, you’ll keep on fucking me till you shoot your load in my ass.

So I compromised. Let him be the one who told me what fun he wanted, whenever he wanted it. I hadn’t fucked for years and never before had I fucked somebody up his ass. But my son was a wonderful boy. I was his present but he only wanted my fun. Soon I noticed that Gary’s crack was velvet and I was really enjoying the experience of fucking him, but at the same time, I was frustrated. I wanted him to fuck his father-present but he had started things clearly: he wouldn’t fuck me tonight, but I hoped he fucked me soon and I would do anything that was on my hands to persuade him. I felt it coming, maybe too soon but there came a moment when I could do nothing else but fill Gary’s ass with his father’s jizz.

After that, he told me we should sleep now and told me again he had lived the hottest day of his life. Next day at breakfast he told me again he had always wanted to have a slave, but I was his father and would not try some things with me. But that very day he bought a dog collar with the word Peyton on it and wrapped it round my neck and I felt just then he had made me his property and I would never move away from my master. I was his belonging now and loved it.

I soon saw that he still did not dare fuck his father-present in bed though I had to fuck him every night, so I did a little experiment. Whenever I was alone at home, for I returned from the warehouse an hour before he came to lunch, I grabbed a long tube of pills I had at home and mercilessly plunged it inside my ass. But that tube was only half the width and length of my son’s cock and three days later I went to a sex shop and bought the largest dildo I could find and for some days, I was constantly going to the toilet and without him knowing anything, I eased the dildo up my butt trying to open myself up for him.

And so we lived all those days of Christmas till we reached December 31st. Just a couple of days earlier he told me he had informed Randolph what his Christmas present had been, and being my son-in-law such an open-minded guy, he soon understood the situation and I was even glad he knew. But I had been Gary’s Christmas present and wanted to be fucked this year and so, when he finally got home, I went to the toilet, stripped completely, put the collar around my neck and took the dildo out with me, already in my ass. Next I looked at my son and told him.

-Look, Gary. I have been for a week opening myself up for you. This dildo has the size of your dick. I want you to fuck me, before the end of the year, or else –I blackmailed him-, I will go and visit Randolph and ask him to fuck me. I know you are not jealous, but do you want him to be the first boy who fucks me or can it be you? Please Gary, I entreat you, fuck me now.

-I’ll try. I love seeing you so stubborn and that’s the way I like any slave I could have, deciding things for himself. Ok, Peyton, the moment has come. Lie on your back on our bed: I need to look into my father-present’s eyes.

I went to our room and placed myself in the position he’d just asked me. And encouraging him to finally do it, I saw him coming to my ass still with some hesitation but started to drive his sexy dick inside me. Finally! As I supposed, by dint of experiencing the dildo for a week, it didn’t hurt me at all, well almost no pain. It hurt a little, but I was determined and urged him to continue. I was finally feeling fulfilled, I was his belonging and was being fucked and I felt that was the best moment in Gary’s sexual life. He kissed me once and again and touched me and I sighed and assured him that next year I wanted him to fuck me every day, at least once, but it could be many more times. To hell with the pain if ever I felt it again. Gary’s cock is long and it would hurt me sometimes but even the pain was exquisite. And gorgeous was the final gift of his semen in my ass for the first time. It had been possible and it had been this year, as I wanted.

Always with a lot of sex we spent the first months of the present year and Gary was shy to make me try new slave things, but even so, never calling me slave, I was his slave and the dog collar showed it. So one day he told me to lick his feet and next his ass. One day in July he came home sweating as a pig and I asked him please to let me taste him completely before the shower for his smell was driving me crazy. And now being sweaty, his perfect body was a party to enjoy. I started licking his feet with affection and after a quarter of an hour, I rimmed his ass again, something I had often done before fucking him. After a long rimming I went to his pits and started to jerk myself off with the aroma till I bathed his sexy chest with my jism and then I finished with a new blowjob. After cumming I begged him to please let me give him a complete licking of his whole body whenever he was sweaty.

And having sex with each other, we spent the whole year till it was again Christmas day. I let him get up first and go to the living room in search of some possible presents this year and I spent some time in our room. With no clothes on, I embellished my whole body with Christmas tinsel and then with a ball-pen wrote the words: “perpetual present” on my chest. Then I left my room at last.

When Gary saw me, he asked.

-What do you mean, Peyton?

-I mean that as far as you live here with me, I am your present. I don’t wanna ever stop giving you sexual satisfaction and one day you can even go as far as trying scat, fisting or bondage with me.

-Dad, I accept my Christmas present this year, still better than last year’s. You look so hot covered in tinsel. I know you are stubborn and still remember how you used a dildo with yourself so I could fuck you later. But that’s vanilla sex and that’s something I knew I would try with you sooner or later, the moment you were ready. But I will never try scat, fisting or bondage with you. You are someone totally special, Peyton, and I have no need. You are stubborn but I am stubborn too. If ever you wanna try those things, you should look for a different master, or mistress, but never with your son. I understand your need of being dominated so I tell you that I will be more assertive and give you more orders. So first order: you will only have a shower a week, no more, because you know I love it when you’re sweaty and ok, for I know what you’re gonna say, I’ll be sweaty often too. But I have no intention to leave home so soon. I think I love you, Peyton, but I also love Randolph and I know he can understand. I’ll explain to him what my Christmas present has been this year and see what I can do.

We hugged and spent the whole Christmas day having sex. He talked to Randolph next day. By that time Randolph knew that Gary loved me and he was a very close friend of mine too, so they reached an agreement. Gary and Randolph sleep together now three days a week: Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. I miss my son those days when I sleep alone. But we have Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays for each other. I don’t love him yet but know one day I can fall in love with my son, now I’m sure I love gay sex, being dominated and know that he will never leave me. I’ll never forget these two last Christmas days how happy I saw him.

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Year Two

March

The sound of a cell phone ringing breaks the silence of the room. It vibrates across the table as it rings till Tommy comes into the room, drying his hands, and touches ‘accept’.

“Hello.”

“Tommy? It’s David.”

Tommy hesitates, searching for what to say, shocked to receive this call from David so soon.

“David…it’s good to hear from you. I’m…surprised.”

“I got your letter.”

“Yeah? Well, I meant it. I’m sorry about…”

“Tommy, stop. I’m not mad at you. Okay? It was just…I couldn’t continue the way we were. You know?”

“I know.”

After a second of silence, Tommy anxious to hear what David is going to say, pacing circles in the living room. He looks up and sees Dien at the door listening.

“Tommy, everything is good. And I’d like to see you sometime. Have you planned on going home anytime soon?”

“Home? No…no, no. Mom and dad still don’t have anything to say to me. I’ve not spoken to them since last Thanksgiving when dad told me I was dead to him.”

“I don’t think he really meant that.”

“I don’t know; he was really angry. I sent a card with my address and new cell phone number back in December and haven’t heard anything from them.”

“Well, maybe we think about meeting somewhere between us. Adam and I have talked about going to Pensacola Beach or maybe head up to Asheville and hike in the mountains some this summer.”

Dien comes up next to Tommy nodded his head.

“What?” Tommy whispered to Dien.

“Tell them yes. Plan on meeting them.”

“I don’t know” Tommy replied to Dien.

“Well, it was just a suggestion” David replied thinking Tommy was speaking to him.

“NO…not you David. I was talking to someone else.  I’d love to catch up with you, and Adam. Summer is our busiest time of the year but let’s stay in touch and see what I might be able to work out.”

“What kind of work are you doing?”

“It’s a landscape company.”

“Oh wow. I guess summers are really busy.”

“That is what the owner keeps telling us as we start planning the work coming in.”

“Well if it helps any, we’re thinking of July Fourth week, using the holiday to cut down on time taken off.”

“Yeah, that might help. No one wants their yard torn up that week. Listen, I wish I could talk longer but I need to run.”

“Okay. Call me when you have time. You got my number on your phone.”

“Got it.”

“Bye, Tommy.”

“Bye.”

Tommy hit ‘end’ and turned toward Dien who is watching him intently.

“That was the David, I presume.”

Tommy nodded, then looked up smiling. He looked relaxed for the first time since arriving. He stood up straighter, taller.

“There seems to be a weight lifted off of you.”

“Yes. I’m glad David isn’t mad at me.”

“You still love him?” Dien asked with a questioning tone.

“In a way, yes. He was like a brother. But could we ever revisit where we were? No. I don’t think either of us could imagine that. Why? Jealous?”

“Jealous my ass” Dien replied.

Tommy moved up close, their bodies nearly touching. He reached out and rubbed Dien’s chest then leaned down and kissed him.

“You want to mess around a bit before going to meet Richard?” Tommy whispered.

“Yes” Dien replied as he took Tommy by the hand and led him to his bedroom.

Removing their clothes quickly, Tommy pushed Dien onto the bed. He landed on top and began to kiss him, to run hands along the lean body, caressing the skin, feeling the muscular form of it then sliding one hand between them, grasping the growing erection pinned beneath him. Dien cried out with the manipulation. Tommy pulled the loose foreskin back and rubbed the sensitive head then he tugged on it making Dien shudder.

Dien pushed Tommy over on his back and crawled between his legs. Head back, Tommy closed his eyes and focused his entire being on the sensation of a wet mouth on his cock. The up and down slide of lips along its hardening length and the tongue that swirled around the head then tried to bore into the slit. He cried out, clutching at the bed with both hands. He pushed upward with his hips and felt his entire cock engulfed in the heat of Dien’s mouth.

“Fuck…stop, stop Dien. It’s too soon” Tommy urged as he pushed Dien off his cock. “Roll the fuck over.”

Dien smiled at him as he rolled over on his back. Tommy wasted no time getting between his legs, lifting them to his shoulders and putting his wet cock at the tight wrinkled opening. Pushing forward he watched his cock sink into Dien, inch after inch till half of his cock was buried in him.

“Fuck…fuck me, Tommy…come on, give it to me” Dien pleaded as he worked his ass to take another inch.

Tommy pushed again, this time sinking all the way into Dien, then moved over him, folding him over. Dien’s ass lifted up perfectly and Tommy began to fuck. To pull outward and drive back in. Slowly at first, but as his arousal grew so did his pace. Soon he was slamming into Dien’s body. The sound of it echoed around the room. The rhythm of it fell in line with the squeak of the bed as it rocked beneath them.

“Oh…oh fuck. Fuck” Dien mumbled as he took Tommy’s fuck.

Tommy fucked to cum, drove with his hips hard, ramming inward over and over. He didn’t pace himself, didn’t try to slow down. He thrust harder and harder till his rhythm became ragged and he felt the surge of release. He jammed into Dien’s hole all the way and kept jamming against his ass as he came, ejaculating wad after wad into him.

Tommy pulled out roughly, cum still dribbling from his cock and dropped down on his stomach beside Dien.

“Fuck me…come on, get your ass up and fuck me” Tommy begged as he raised his ass for Dien.

Dien moved over him and he felt the wet cock being pushed between his cheeks, rubbed along his ass then pressed against his opening.

“Don’t toy with me…shove it in. Come on…fuck me” Tommy uttered as he grabbed at the bed and pushed upward against Dien’s cock. It squeezed through his tightness and sank all the way inside his hole making him shudder with the pain of entry. He kept his eyes closed; his awareness focused on that cock fucking him. He felt it push inward then jerk back in a rapid rhythm. An arm came around his neck and bear hugged him, tightening till he felt controlled. It was animalistic, this holding him down and breeding his ass.

Dien’s hot breath hit the back of his neck as the pace of their fuck increased. The bed rocked roughly, banging against the wall, and Tommy heard the rhythm of it aligned with the push into his hole.

“Take it…take me” Dien uttered between breaths and Tommy felt the familiar rough push inward then the jerking and shaking of Dien’s body as it filled his hole with cum.

“Shit why wasn’t I invited?” said Richard startling the two of them. Dien rolled off Tommy, his wet dripping cock flopping over his abdomen. Tommy twisted around and looked over his shoulder.

“Oh…we were just…”

“Save it. I know exactly what you were doing. Just wish I had been here to join in. But now I need the two of you to get the cum showered off and dressed. We’re going into New Orleans to check out a couple of sites.”

Tommy rode in the back seat, half listening to Dien and Richard talk about the two clients and the property around their homes. He was too easily distracted. First by the truck itself. It still amazed him, this huge one-ton truck with a crew cab and long bed. It was a diesel, with four-wheel drive, jacked so high it was difficult for even Richard to climb up in. It made his old truck with its vinyl bench seat in a regular cab and rusted out short bed seem like something ready for the junkyard. He’d been saving for a new truck and lately Richard had been pushing him to go find one with a few years on it. Maybe he would start looking at ads.

The second distraction was Louisiana itself. This low flat land that always reminded him water was nearby. He had been learning its cycles, the way the weather changed, sometimes drastically in a manner in minutes. There was the heat and humidity, the latter so much worse than what he had been accustom. And there were the mosquitoes. Late in the day there was a constant buzz around you when outside. But during the day, the hottest part of it when sweat just soaked your clothes heating you up worse, there were the gnats. Those small harmless bugs that flew in a large swarm, clouds of them hovering over the landscape. They would bore into your eyes, nose, ears and mouth. Richard complained about them the worst, saying they bored into a cow’s ass then into your mouth. As disgusting as the image was, Tommy knew it to be true.

Even with the harsh environment, there was something about the place. Something that spoke of those that lived off the land, or more often, the waters. It was a fragile place, so evident in the marshlands disturbed by drilling or the river itself that on hot days had the odor of contamination.

Looking at Dien, then Richard, he knew the third distraction was his place in all of this. He had not felt this secure in a place in a long time. It was such a relief to be around guys such as himself. But he felt something was missing. Some part of life he felt was slipping through his fingers.

“Hey Tommy, pass my notebook up, will ya?” Richard asked as he turned into New Orleans heading to the first site.

“Sure” holding the electronic tablet between the front seats for Dien to take. Leaning back, he watched the way the two of them interacted and knew there were times he fit into that circle easily, without any holding back from anyone. But he wasn’t sure why, but it didn’t seem enough. As the truck slowed then eased into a narrow drive to one of the old homes of Gentilly Terrace, he knew he would need to think about it more seriously when he could get alone with his thoughts.

April

Dien found himself at a friend’s party, one where he assumed, he’d be the token gay guy. He felt no anxiety about being there or being openly gay. No one harassed him. Instead he was treated as one of the gang. He heard a group of women laughing loudly in the living room as he made his way to the kitchen for a beer and wondered which guy they were joking about. He could see it, so much more obvious to him than with the straight guys, how the women were checking them out. He wondered if a woman was amongst his gay friends, could she see the same.

“Hey Dien, where the hell have you been?” yelled Ryan across the small kitchen.

“I was on the front porch talking with Shelley and Darren.”

“Well, grab a fresh beer and come on out back. We’re firing up the grills and need those that don’t burn food manning them.”

“I’ll be right out.”

He watched Ryan go out the door, the screen door slamming closed behind him. He’d known Ryan since kindergarten and to this day he was his best friend. The one he came out to first, the one who helped him hook up with Ken in high school when he had been too shy to even talk to him.

Beer in hand Dien went out the door onto the back porch. He scanned the crowd looking for Ryan finding him at the grill near the back fence. Ryan was standing next to Andy and Mitch, his two roommates. The three of them rented this old shotgun house, had been for a year now. There was a rumor Mitch’s parents were considering making an offer to buy the house, but Dien wasn’t sure anything came of it.

He strolled across the yard passing the cheap above ground pool with several sitting in it or lying on floats and the firepit area where he saw another joint being passed around the circle. At the grill he moved up next to Mitch avoiding the smoke billowing up from the burning coals.

“Looks like it needs to burn down some more” Dien stated as Ryan looked his way.

“I think ten or fifteen more minutes and we can start getting the meat out here” Ryan replied.

“We have three grills going, so who is manning each one.”

“Well, Mitch is not. He burns the fuck out everything” said Andy pointing at Mitch.

“Hey, I never said I could cook.”

“And you definitely cannot” said Dien.

“I thought Ryan and I would watch this one, Mary and Steve will watch the one over there” said Andy pointing at the grill closest to the porch, then pointing to the one between them, “and Owen and you take that one.”

“Owen?”

“He started working at the firm two weeks ago and is still trying to learn his way around the Big Easy” said Ryan giving Dien a mischievous smile.

“I see. And is this Owen gay?”

“Why, I do believe he might be. Why don’t you find out?”

Dien wanted to be aggravated with Ryan. He had told him several times over the last few months to stop trying to hook him up with every gay guy he crossed paths with. He had Richard and Tommy, and no it wasn’t a real relationship, not the way Ryan and the others thought of it, but it was a good one. He knew there was aspects it lacked. A real intimacy being the main thing. But he had been telling himself that was a straight thing, something Richard, Tommy and he didn’t need. But lately, when alone with his own thoughts he wasn’t so sure. He wondered if he really could live like Richard and his friend Christopher. Just one casual relationship after the next, with nothing but the sex to bind them. He didn’t fault them for it but had begun to wonder if he could really continue to live the same way. And he was pretty sure it was an issue for Tommy. He had seen how there were times Tommy seemed distance, distracted by his own thoughts. He knew sooner or later Tommy would find someone else, someone who would give him what he wanted.

As Dien strolled across the yard to the other grill he wondered if he should approach Tommy differently. Could he change how things were between them? Would he want to? It was a tantalizing prospect, but had things become too established between them. The casualness of their sex, going at each other whenever the desire took hold of one them.

The grill wasn’t smoking as much as the others. Opening the top, he saw the coals were beautifully burned down. He scrubbed the grill with a wire brush getting the last of the residue off and closed the top.

“Hey Ryan…Mitch…this one is ready to start cooking.”

“I got the hamburgers” came a voice from the porch and Dien looked up to see a guy approaching him holding out a plastic container of patties. He was about his own height,  but a stocky build evident by the lack of a shirt, wearing only swim trucks still wet from recently being in the pool. Blonde hair hung over his forehead which was still damp. Up close freckles were evident across his cheeks and nose and when he smiled, dimples formed that made him look boyish. ‘Damn’ thought Dien trying to act cool, but all he could focus on was the vivid blue eyes staring at him.

“Hey…I’m Owen.”

“Of course, you are…I mean hey, I’m Dien” he stammered, feeling flustered for the first time in a long time around another guy. “Just set those here and I’ll toss them on the grill.”

“Ryan says you guys go back a long way.”

“Yeah, kindergarten, if you can believe it.  How long have you lived in New Orleans?”

“I just moved here a couple of months ago.”

“Finding your way around?”

“Working on it. How long have you lived in New Orleans?”

“I was born here but I currently live outside the city a few miles away.”

“The landscape business you work at?”

Dien looks at Owen and smiles at how he seems to know about him than he lets on. “Yep. I guess Ryan told you about me?”

“Some…”

“What did he say, and I’ll correct all the lies he might have told you” Dien jokingly stated as he closed the top of the grill and set the empty container on the nearby table.

“Your grandparents came to the US at the end of the war in Vietnam. Your father and his two sisters were young. I think your father was three or four, and they landed in California then after a few years moved to Louisiana, living in some small community outside New Orleans. You have two brothers, one older, living up north somewhere and one younger, still at home” said Owen, rattling off the synopsis of Dien’s life without stopping. “Oh, and you and Ryan met in kindergarten and have been friends ever since, you’re twenty, I think, and you work for…”

“Okay, okay, damn, that’s embarrassing. You know a lot about me. What about you?”

“Well, what would you like to know?”

“First, are you gay?”

Owen looked at Dien with shock, then slowly, gradually his expression changed, softened, the dimples formed as he began to smile. “Straight to the point, and…yes.  And you?”

“I think with what Ryan has told you already, that was probably one of the first things he told you.”

“No, I think it was the second time he mentioned you; not the first” and they both laughed.

As they kept a watch on the burgers, flipping them once, Owen told Dien of growing up in Oklahoma, in the capital to a father who was a lawyer and a mother who taught high school. He went to college at the university there and upon graduation he moved to New Orleans with a job secured where Ryan works. His father struggled to accept him being gay, but his mother was supportive and slowly getting his father to change his views.

“Is that why you moved away? To get away from your father?”

“Maybe…I don’t know. I just wanted to be somewhere his influence wasn’t so evident. Everything I did growing up was judged by who my father was…this big shot lawyer. Every little thing I did wrong was magnified. So maybe being gay had a part in it, but I think it was more about getting away from my dad’s influence.”

“I wouldn’t know about that.”

“I guess not.”

It was late, the moon low in the sky and it was quiet, the party settled down, for everyone had overeaten and drank too much. Dien found himself sitting on the front porch next to Owen, just the two of them watching a few cars ease by. There knees bumped and then their hands lay next to the other’s. Fingers toyed with each other making them smile at the other without comment. Owen leaned toward Dien, so close it made Dien’s heart beat faster.  It was a low voice that whispered to him, so low he could barely hear it. It blew over his ear like a gentle breeze, caressing the soft curves of it.

“Will you go out with me?”

Dien smiled and nodded his head. “I’d love to. When?”

“Tomorrow evening?”

Dien couldn’t stop smiling. “Tomorrow evening it is. I have a shitty truck, but I could pick you up around seven.”

“Why don’t you come to my place and we’ll just walk down the street to this great little seafood place. It’s a bit a dive in appearance but…”

“The food is great? I think I know what restaurant you are talking about, and it is good. I’ll see you at seven.”

“Hey Dien, get your ass in here and bring Owen. We’re going to play that new video game” Ryan yelled out from the screen door.

“Shall we” Dien said to Owen as he stood then held out a hand to help him up.

Music played softly in the background and only a lamp on an end table lit the small apartment. It was an older apartment, on the upper floor. It was quaint, small, with walls painted far too many times, old wood floors scuffed and scratched from decades of hard use and light fixtures that hadn’t been in fashion since the sixties. Maybe even longer. But the flaws added to its charm instead of distracting from it. It was intimate with its dark red walls and woods aged to a dark honey color.

They sat on the sofa, a foot apart, suddenly acting like high schoolers on a first date. Conversation had flowed freely in the restaurant, but now it was stiff, one or the other stammering to make some comment.

Dien knew he either had to leave or see if Owen was open for something more intimate, sexual in nature. Oddly enough, he wasn’t sure he wanted to push it that far on this first date. The idea of tearing Owen’s clothes off and fucking him was more in line what he did with Richard and Tommy, and he didn’t want that, not with Owen.

“Maybe I should go” said Dien as he started to stand.

“Dien…please, don’t go.”

“You want me to stay?”

“Yes.”

Owen slid closer till their legs touched and he leaned toward Dien, bringing their lips together. “Stay with me tonight” he whispered as he put one hand on Dien’s thigh and used the other to hold his chin as he kissed him again.

“Let’s go to your bedroom” said Dien, as he backed away and pulled Owen up as he stood, then led him to the bedroom. The small room was sparsely furnished. A twin bed, two small round tables for nightstands and an old armoire that was the oldest piece in the apartment. Its darkly stained woods seem to absorb the light from the room. It was a dark massive thing occupying more of the room than its physical size suggested.

They moved to the side of the bed and Dien began to pull at Owen’s clothes trying to strip him quickly.

“Slow down Dien, we have all night” Owen whispered as he pulled Dien’s hands from his shirt then began to undo the buttons on Dien’s shirt, slowly one by one.

Naked, the two of them eased down on the bed. Dien felt Owen’s hands roam over his body. Each touch, every caress and manipulation. He did the same, wanting to feel every curve, every shape of the muscular body lying next to him. When he raked his hand down Owen’s stomach, he felt hard cock fill it. He stroked it making Owen moan. As he manipulated it, he felt Owen’s hand come down his back, slide over his round ass and slip between each cheek. Fingers probed down along his ass, raked the sensitive skin till rubbing over his tight opening. He pushed back wanting Owen to keep touching him. As his own hand became slick with Owen’s drooling cock, he felt those fingers bore into his hole. He shivered with the stretch of his opening and the feel of fingers twisting and turning in his hole.

“Fuck” Dien uttered breathlessly as Owen slipped another finger into him.

Owen guided Dien onto his back, moving between his legs. Dien held his legs at the knees pulled back and spread apart. He opened  himself to Owen, put on display his body, fully revealed, wanting the pleasure of Owen’s fuck. He begged Owen, pleading with him to do it, to put that cock in him.

Owen shifted closer and Dien felt the wet cock rub over his ass then push at his opening. Then he felt himself stretch open, the penetration by Owen, inch after inch pushing inward till their bodies were pressed together. Head thrown back, eyes closed, he relaxed into Owen’s fuck. Initially it was a gentle rocking as cock pushed into his depths and slowly, almost painfully so, pulled outward. Owen stroked his desire, fueled his arousal till he felt his own hardness. The ache of it. Then he felt Owen’s hand take it, stroke it till he was shuddering from the stimulation.

“Please….fuck me…fuck me harder” Dien pleaded as he grabbed at the bed and pushed with his ass trying to get Owen deeper.

Owen’s pace increased and he rocked more roughly on the bed. It squeaked with every push inward. Then he heard the smack of Owen’s abdomen against his ass, then that of the bed against the wall. It drove him to a state he was pushing up with his hips thrusting his cock through Owen’s hand, then downward onto the cock sinking into his hole. Their pace increased and furiously Owen pounded his ass.

A hand came to his neck and pushed down pinning him to the bed as Owen further increased his pace. He took his own cock and stroked in rhythm with Owen’s fuck. He was sweating and his skin felt on fire. Nothing came into focus except Owen in his ass, fucking, fucking hard. He wanted to come.

“Harder…harder…fuck me…fuck…” Dien stammered as he felt his own imminent release, the surge through his body. He jerked around on Owen’s cock then froze, every muscle locked tight, as cum exploded from his cock. He came hard, harder than ever before. Cum spattered his face, then neck and finally his body. It covered him, the smell of it filled the room, and it seemed to push Owen over the edge. Holding him down and jamming into his hole hard, over and over, Owen cried out then filled him with cum. 

Dien stayed the night and woke early in order to get to work on time. As he was pulling his jeans up Owen rolled over and looked at him with bleary eyes.

“What time is it?”

“5:30.”

“What?”

“It’s 5:30. I have to be at work by six thirty to help load up plants, and by the time I drive home and get changed I’ll be pushed to get there on time.”

“Can you let yourself out?”

“Yeah” Dien replied buttoning his jeans. He picked up his shirt, shoes and socks and eased up next to the bed. Owen was watching him and smiled as he approached. “I’ll call you later, okay?”

“I hope so. I’ll probably be working late today so call after eight or nine.”

“Okay.”

“And Owen?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks. I had a nice time.”

Dien watched Owen blush and he wanted to pull his jeans back off and climb in bed with him. He leaned over and kissed him, then said goodbye. He put his shirt on as he made his way through the living room. He sat at the dining table and put his shoes on, grabbed up his keys and cell phone and headed out.

June

Richard knew the day would come and shouldn’t have been so surprised it came sooner rather than later. He didn’t know why he had acted the way he did, at first dismissing it, then trying to put it off. It was, after all, the way he worked his way into the landscape business, working for Mr. Guidry at his greenhouses. Mr. Guidry even sold out to him a few years later, and now the greenhouses that Mr. Guidry had were increased twofold supporting his landscaping business. So, he had swallowed his pride and apologized to Tommy and told him it was a good idea.

Tommy had come to him about starting his own lawn service since a lot of their customers asked about it. It was a market to be tapped. And it was an avenue for Tommy to become his own boss. Everything Mr. Guidry had done for him came back in vivid detail. The loan to get started, allowing him to borrow equipment till he could afford his own and the use of one of the greenhouses for such a cheap lease he knew the old man wasn’t making a dime off of it. When he called Tommy back into his office, they laid it all out. First, Tommy’s plan to keep saving and begin the next spring, which would give him more than enough time to hire someone and train them. He then added his own part. A loan to buy the equipment he would need, including a more reliable truck. And Tommy could use the old barn to the south of the greenhouses, one Mr. Guidry had used to store equipment, seed, and bags of fertilizer. It still had a good roof and more than enough space for a couple of trailers, lawn mowers and other equipment.

He’d never seen someone so shocked, so happy, and by the time the reality sank in, appreciative.

He also knew Tommy was getting restless. He saw it when they still hooked up, which was more frequently now that Dien was seriously dating that guy back in New Orleans.  He knew the problem, had seen it often. This need for something else that more often, than not, they didn’t even know what it was themselves. But he knew. He’d seen the evitable conclusion. They wanted a more serious relationship, something more stable than merely hooking up for sex. Dien had gone through it and he had not been surprised when Owen showed up. Tommy had been shocked, but he didn’t understand. For all the bravado, the claims of not wanting to live like straight people, for some, there was a need for something more permanent in nature. A stability from knowing someone is there all the time. He had wondered about it himself, although whenever he was around Christopher, their ole ‘not for me’ attitude came to the forefront. If anyone was never going to settle down, it was Christopher.  He had played around with Christopher enough to know.

But what about himself? He wasn’t so sure anymore. Seeing Dien with Owen and seeing the signs with Tommy, it made him think.

Glancing at his watch he saw it was seven thirty. It was time to get on the road. They had a new job on the outskirts of New Orleans to start. It was nearly an acre lot with a pool and a guest house to landscape around. Grabbing up his cap he stood to go out when the phone rang.

Dien was sitting in the passenger seat and Tommy was closing the tailgate when Richard finally made it out. He climbed into the truck and started the engine. The rear door closed, and he knew Tommy was on board.

“Guys, I just got a call from the Park Service. It was about a job I had forgotten about, figuring it was either dead or someone else got it. It seems we have it.”

“What kind of project is it?” Tommy asked from the backseat.

“It is a raised walk to a river with some observation sections.”

“Wow, that is going to be tough construction” Dien replied looking back toward Tommy, then at Richard.

“Yep. I planned on that and the budget accounted for it.”

“When does it start?”

“Not sure. I’m going out to meet with the Park Service next Tuesday to see what the schedule is and discuss any changes to the program.”

“Do I need to cancel my vacation in July?” Tommy asked, and Richard could hear the anxiety in the tone. The fear he would have to give up his vacation, one he had been planning for months.

“Hell no. We all need to take vacations. We’ll plan around it.”

Richard drove to the highway, then headed toward New Orleans. He accelerated slowly, feeling the weight of the trailer behind him. After covering a few miles, he suddenly remembered something he meant to tell Tommy.

“Tommy?”

“Yeah?”

“There is a three-quarter ton truck for sale over in Gibson. It supposedly is a low mileage truck owned by some guy who kept it garaged. I called yesterday about it and told them we’d come by tomorrow to look at it.”

“Really? Thanks Richard.”

Dien looked over at Richard then back at Tommy but he didn’t ask, instead turning back in his seat to watch the road in front of them.

The sun never broke through the cloud cover on Tuesday. Instead the winds howled and threatened rain. Richard drove down the lane from the greenhouses wondering if he should cancel the meeting and stay to make sure any damage was quickly addressed. He knew the winds were to get worse for a storm in the Gulf was working its way north. But he was also anxious for the new project, one that would open new avenues of work.

He was in one of the work trucks, a F250 with four-wheel drive and a fifth wheel hitch in the bed. The interior was spartan with vinyl seats and flooring. He loved the old truck, one of the first trucks he had bought. He kept it around due to its reliability and ruggedness. On the road, the wind whipping around the big mass, it rocked with every gust but held its line on the narrow road as he headed to the park.

The parking lot at the guest center was empty save for two park service trucks; one a pickup and the other a Tahoe. As he pulled into the lot, the driver’s door of the Tahoe opened and a man stepped out, slipping his hat on. Richard found himself stopped, staring at the man before him. Solid build, tall, with a five o’clock shadow that revealed itself to be strawberry blonde, darker than the blonde hair visible around the hat.

“Richard?”

“Yes.”

“HI, I’m Jonathon with the Park Service.”

“Jonathon, nice to meet you” Richard replied, thinking he like to do more.

“I guess you have the plans on what we’re wanting.”

“Yes, the walk going out to the river and then parallel with it to that small island.”

“That’s right. Today, I’m going to take you out to look at the site again. Do you have waders? If not, I’ll get a pair out of the office.”

“I’ve got a pair.”

“Good, grab them and we’ll take my truck.”

The conversation had taken only a minute, but as Richard walked to Jonathon’s truck, he could draw him if he had had the talent.  His hair was truly blonde, and his beard was coming in with a red tint. His skin had a red tone to it, cheeks rosy. But the thing that caught his attention the most was Jonathon’s eyes. An icy blue or sapphire. Whenever he had looked at Jonathon, those eyes zeroed in on his.

He expected Jonathon to take a Park Service road next to the Visitor’s Center, but Jonathon circled around and headed back to the road.

“It’s quicker to take another lane we have at the edge of the park” said Jonathon as if he could read Richard’s mind.

Down the highway about a mile, Jonathon turned off the road down a dirt lane. They passed two ramshackle houses. The second one had children running around the yard chasing chickens and a porch that was sagging so Richard was surprised it had not broken from the main wall and collapsed. They bounced along the lane till they came to a fire lane and Jonathon eased the truck into four-wheel drive and made his way over a mound of dirt meant to keep trespassers out then let the truck idle along the rough fire break. Limbs raked over the hood and top and there was the constant scrub of the underside.

“Is this the access we’ll have to use?”

“Yep, but don’t worry. I’ve got a crew set to clean it up and grade it. There are some bad sections we’ll gravel.”

The lane curved to the right and when it straightened up Richard could see the river through gaps in the trees growing along its banks. Jonathon stopped at the end of the fire break, pulling under the canopy of a tree for shade.

“Grab you waders and I’ll show you what we want to do. There is one slight change in the angle of the walk from here to the small island. We’ll hit the island on the opposite side, away from the river.”

“That should be no problem. Either way is still going through that marsh.”

Suited up in their waders Richard followed Jonathon through the marshland, water sometimes coming up to their waist. He followed him, listening to the description of the project, knowing most of it from his previous time here when seeing the scope for their bid. At the upper section where the raised walk would branch off to the island further up river he looked in the direction of Jonathon’s pointing finger, visualizing a walk cutting through the marsh all the way to the land mass beyond.

Back at the truck, they climbed up on solid ground and stripped off the waders laying the wet things over the rear fender of the truck. Richard tried not to stare, had been since they first met and all through their wading along the edge of the marsh. But now that their time was nearing an end, he found himself thinking of ways to delay leaving, something to keep up this meeting.

“Jonathon, when we start the walk from the main path down there” pointing back to the south where the public would access the raised walk, “should we run it along the solid ground for a certain distance, or kick it out immediately and run closer to the river?”

“Well, we were thinking it would kick out immediately. Why do you ask?”

“Oh, no real reason. Just wondering about the way the public will first move out into this section.”

Jonathon walked down to the edge of the solid ground to the edge of the marsh and looked along the area where the walk was to be constructed. Richard came up beside him, looking down along the edge of the marshland. He didn’t notice how close he stood at the point where the ground rolled into the marsh and when he took another step. he lost his balance. Arms pinwheeling, he tried to swing his weight away from the marsh. Jonathon grabbed his arm and pulled him forward, and in the process threw his own balance off and he went over, head first, into the water. It was only a couple feet deep where he landed, but falling forward flat on his front, he went down completely. Jumping up, spitting and wiping at his face, Jonathon steadied himself on his feet.

Richard jumped up off the ground and started toward him.

“Stop…no need for both of us to get wet” Jonathon called out, holding up one hand. Richard, feeling embarrassed and responsible, stopped, fighting the urge to wade out to him. “Damn…I do this all the time” looking up at Richard, laughing. “I carry a change of clothes and must use them 3 or 4 days out of 5.  Stand back so I don’t accidently pull you in if I lose my balance again.”

Richard watched Jonathon make his way up the slick bank and onto dry ground. He couldn’t help but notice how the wet clothes clung to his body. Jonathon kept talking about the project as he went to the truck and opened the toolbox that sat across the bed against the cab. Richard tried to focus on the conversation, replying occasionally while he kept his eyes trained the body before him. The wet clothes clung to it revealing his muscular form. 

Jonathon pulled out a dry sack and unrolled the top. Reaching inside he pulled out a clean shirt, pants, boxers, socks and a towel. Richard noticed the boxers and had to fight the urge to smile.

“You don’t mind if I just change here, do you?” Jonathon asked holding up the boxers.

“NO…no, go ahead and get out of those wet clothes.”

Jonathon seemed to recognize something in Richard and in the way he responded. He smiled knowingly then began to undress. The wet shirt went over the side of the truck bed and Richard stared at the muscular upper body. The smooth chest and the thin trail of hair around the navel that descended into the pants. Shoes came off, then socks, each tossed over the side of the truck bed next to the shirt. Water still trickled out of the wet garments down the side. Richard tried to act nonchalant about it, but he knew he was obvious as he watched the pants get pushed down and each leg worked out of them. Jonathon had on white boxers, made transparent by being wet and he could see the flaccid cock moving around within. It seemed to be framed by the darker hair fanned out above, bringing his focus right to it.

Jonathon tossed the wet pants over the side of the truck bed and spread them out, then he turned toward Richard and pushed the boxers down his legs and stepped out of them, using his left foot to lift them up to take in hand. He tossed them over the side of the truck with the other garments and tugged on his cock. Richard’s eyes were glued to it, unable to look away. The shaft and sac were darker skinned, and the flared head was arrow shaped. It hung thickly over the sac, a few inches long and Richard kept his eyes on it as a hand tugged on it, stretched it out. The shaft thickened and elongated a couple of inches at the manipulation.

“You like what you see?”

Richard watched the hand manipulate it, rub over the head and tug on the shaft making it grow larger and larger.

“Richard…you like what you see?”

“Huh…oh, yeah” Richard replied with a breathless voice.

Jonathon moved closer to him, only a couple of feet away. “I’ve been here six months and met a few guys but most…well, weren’t my style. Far too often I’m just stuck out here in the middle of nowhere, alone, horny as hell.”

“Yeah?  I know what you mean” Richard replied.

“I’m horny as fuck now; you want to help me do something about it?”

Richard didn’t reply, instead he took a step toward Jonathon and squatted down in front of him, taking the growing erection, letting it fill his hand.

“Go on…take it…take it, Richard.”

Richard leaned forward and swiped his tongue over the head and Jonathon shivered from the sensation. Then Richard put the head to his lips and let it slip through them and he pushed forward. Hands rested on his head and began to guide his movements, kept his pace slow as he pushed forward as far as he could then pulled back. His cap was pushed off and the hands grabbed his head by the hair and forced him down on the fully erect cock till he gagged.

“Come on, Richard…take all of me.”

The hands pulled him forward again and this time he controlled his breathing and let the long shaft slip into his throat cutting off his air passage.

“That’s it, swallow a couple of times. Let me feel that throat.”

Richard swallowed then gagged and Jonathon let him pull back as drool dripped from his chin.

“Stand up” Jonathon commanded, and Richard rose to his feet. Jonathon roughly pushed him to the back of the truck forcing him to bend over the tailgate. He felt hands working furiously at his belt then his jeans. The jeans along with his boxers were tugged down his legs. Jonathon pulled his shoes off then worked the jeans and boxers off leaving him stripped from the waist down. Legs kicked apart and a hand pushing down in the middle of his back, he felt it, Jonathon’s cock raking up and down his ass. Wetly it rubbed against him. He couldn’t help it. He wanted it too much. He pushed back against it. Jonathon laughed as Richard felt the push against his tight opening. He’d not been fucked in a few months. With the boys he did the fucking. It was typically Christopher who fucked him, or the occasionally man he met online. Now he found himself bent over and ass spread for this Park Service Ranger. Young, well built, hung and ready to fuck.

The pain surged up his spine as he stretched open, slowly, letting the head of Jonathon’s cock push inward. It was a slow penetration, Jonathon taking his dear, sweet time, savoring the feel of his tight opening squeeze down on his cock head.

“Fuck; you’re tight” Jonathon uttered as he began to push into Richard. Inch after inch bore into him, each one making him shudder with the painful stretching of his hole. He reached his hands straight out and pushed against the sides of the truck bed while Jonathon pushed the final inches into his hole.

“Fuck, you opened right on up. Most guys make me go slower when I put my cock in them” Jonathon whispered in his ear as he felt the pull outward for a few inches then a push back in.

Richard felt the increased pace, the push inward that filled his hole, then the pull back that left him feeling empty. Jonathon held him by the hips and fucked him hard. It rocked the truck and made him moan and grunt and at times cry out for Jonathon to fuck him harder.

“Yeah…take it” Jonathon uttered as he grabbed Richard’s arms, pulled them back and held him in place as he fucked him, pulling back at times till his cock slipped free, then shoved forward busting through the closing opening and back into Richard’s depths. Over and over and over, Jonathon hammered his cock through Richard’s tight opening. It milked his cock, squeezed every inch as it slid inward then back out, tugging at Richard’s tightness till he was shaking.

Jonathon was physical, rough with every move. Far rougher than Christopher ever was when they fucked. It scared Richard, but it also excited him, made his cock get so hard it ached. It flopped against the tailgate as Jonathon hammered away at his hole. We wondered if the head would be bruised as Jonathon’s grip tightened on his waist. The rhythm of their fuck grew ragged, Jonathon jamming inward as if he were trying to get his whole body inside him.

“FUCK…I’m coming” Jonathon exclaimed, and Richard felt the thick cock flexing in his hole. Jonathon began to slow fuck him, to push inward all the way slipping wetly through his load. Then he pulled out and Richard felt empty, wondering if Jonathon could go again.

Richard stood, turning to set back on the edge of the tailgate and began to finish himself off. His hand was a blur as he stroked his cock. It glistened wetly in the harsh sunlight as his hand moved over the head and down the curved shaft. He watched Jonathon, naked, cock dripping, move toward him. Jonathon brushed his hand away as he lowered himself between his legs. He held tightly to the edge of the tailgate as he felt his cock sink into Jonathon’s mouth. The hot slickness made his cock flex and he wondered how long he could last, knowing it wouldn’t be long.

Too soon, Jonathon was swallowing his load.

July

The fireworks launched from somewhere in the port and arced out over the bay. One explosion after the next filled the sky and reflected off the shimmering night time waters. Across the bay on the sandy shore of the barrier island thousands were gathered to watch the spectacle. All along the coast and on boats floating near the shore they watched.

Near the end of the island at the channel leading to the bay they sat on the old wall that traversed the end of the island around the old fort. David and Adam seated next to each other and to their right sat Tommy. They had been at the beach for a couple of days, two large tents set up in the campground near the fort. The three of them had done the tours, rented bikes to ride the trails, gone to the commercial district to browse in the tacky souvenir shops and eat seafood and they had spent hours on the beach. Early mornings wondering along the shoreline looking for shells, during the day sitting under an umbrella or frolicking in the water and at night, just sitting in the dark looking at the stars and moon while listening to the waves break on shore.

Tonight, they were going back into the city. It was the fourth of July and the bars and clubs were to be open as another avenue for celebrating. Adam had found a small gay club not far from where the bay bridge came into the city, and as luck would have it, a small bar in between that they could go for pre-club drinks.

David bumped shoulders with Adam as the last of the fireworks exploded out over the bay earning him that special smile of Adams. Looking around the other way he looked at Tommy and saw someone he barely recognized. They had met at the campground on Sunday afternoon, three days ago, and struggled to find that old ability of just talking to each other. The easy going banter they had had. Things were different, none more so than for him and he knew it. Adam was now in his life and Tommy was the past.

Tommy had put on a brave face, greeting Adam warmly and asking all the right questions about what he had been up to over the last days since they last talked, making final arrangements. But when he thought David wasn’t looking, when he thought he was alone, there was a melancholy about him that seemed sad. There was an isolation about him, some self-imposed aspect David thought related to their past, but as he watched, gave special notice to some of the things said, and how they were said, he knew there was more to it than that.

“Hey, I’m heading back to change” said Adam as he climbed to his feet.

“I’ll be right behind you” David replied, then leaning closer as if to kiss him, whispered “I want to talk to Tommy a minute.”

“Okay” Adam replied. He knew what David was worried about for they had discussed it whenever away from Tommy.

Tommy stood and came over next to David as Adam headed down the wall toward where their bikes were parked. Indicating he should follow, David headed toward the pier in the opposite direction.

“Okay, it’s just the two of us. Will you tell me what is going on with you?”

“Nothing…really, it’s nothing.”

“Come on, Tommy. We haven’t been around each other for several months, but I still know you. Something is wrong.”

“Look, there isn’t anything really wrong. It’s just…”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I thought I knew what I wanted, or…” Tommy stammered, then took a deep breath, “I never had been as secure with myself as you are; you know that. But living in Louisiana with Richard and Dien there had been a time when I thought ‘this is it’, but…”

“It wasn’t what you imagined?”

“No, it…things have changed. I thought Richard and Dien would always be, I don’t know, free. Be lone wolves  and just living life.”

“Now Dien has…”

“Owen, and Richard; I don’t know. Something is going on with him. He hasn’t wanted to mess around in three weeks or so. The last time was when he came back from looking at this park project we are to start in September. God, he came back from the meeting horny as hell. I even had bruises where he held me too tightly.”

“But since then?”

“Nothing. I’ve even tried to make the first move. Fuck, it’s embarrassing what I did the other day, letting him find me naked in one the greenhouses. I begged him to fuck me.”

“Really” David asked in surprise.

“Really. And you know what he did? ‘I can’t right now’, turned and walked away.”

“What do you think is going on?”

“I think it is this guy at the Park. I overhead one phone conversation with this Jonathon guy. But that doesn’t make sense.”

“Why?”

“Because Richard is like his friend Christopher. Neither of them wants a boyfriend that will tie them down. Someone who’ll be in their homes too much, touching their stuff. You talk about two guys who live in the moment.”

“Maybe Richard was just mirroring Christopher, but really desires something more.”

“Maybe. It would explain a lot. The last week has been the worse. Richard had been disappearing almost daily, then going out at night, but all of that stopped two weekends ago. I don’t know, maybe I’m wrong, but I overhead Richard call the Visitor Center at the park asking for Jonathon. You should have heard him, the way he sounded desperate when Jonathon got on the phone. Some family emergency back in Tennessee and he had to go and didn’t know when he’d be back.”

“Sounds like it got serious and now Jonathon is out of the picture. What do you want? I mean, really want?”

“I…want…” Tommy stammered, and David squeezed his shoulder. “I think I want what you have, if I’m honest. I was hurt when Dien met Owen, and honestly, when I found out about Adam…dear god, that hurt too. So, maybe I’m jealous of what you guys have, which means…”

“You want the same thing?”

Tommy just nodded as they came to the end of the wall and turned to head back. They knew by the time they got back to their bikes and to the tents Adam would be changed and ready to go.

The bar had been a small place. The bar itself took up most of one room and two pool tables most of the other. Only the patio had enough space for people to really gather and it had been packed. The guys hadn’t stayed long, quickly making their way to the club. It was a small too and was not especially crowded. But the music had been good, so after a couple of drinks they found themselves on the dance floor. Tommy didn’t dance long, soon making his way to one wall to watch David and Adam. Neither were particularly good, and they moved slower than everyone else. But they looked good together and it was obvious to Tommy they had something special.

“Hey, I’m Cody.”

Tommy was surprised to find a guy leaning against the wall next to him.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m Cody. And you are?”

“Tommy.”

“So, Tommy, are you new to the area or just another tourist?”

“Tourist.”

“Figures. You want to dance?”

“Not really. You want to get a drink?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Tommy stood at the bar talking with Cody. There was the music, the DJ working at that moment and the one to come on at one, who was obviously much better. Cody talked about the city and what it was like living in the area and Tommy talked about Louisiana and living near New Orleans.

David and Adam came over and asked Tommy if he was ready to leave. Tommy knew they wanted to get back to the campground, for he could tell by how they were dancing with each other they were ready for more.

“I can take him back” Cody interjected.

“No, it’s okay. It’s such a long way back to the park.”

“It is some distance, but I live on the island, so I’m going most of the way anyway.”

“If you’re sure?”

“Yes, come on, hang out with me. You’re the most interesting thing in the club.”

It was flattery and Tommy knew it, but it was nice to hear. “Yeah…okay. David, you guys go on back.”

David smiled at him, nodding as he did, “See ya back at the camp site.”

 David and Adam made it back to the camp site to find it quiet. They saw no one out and about. Only a few RV’s had a light on. Everything else was dark. They pulled up to their tent, grabbed some clothes from the trunk and headed toward the bath house.

“I hope we have it to ourselves” Adam whispered as they crossed the grounds.

The room was quiet. There was no hint of anyone around. Even the air had dissipated the moisture and odors of previous users. They moved to the last shower stall, the two of them going in together hoping no one would come in and catch them. They stripped out of their clothes, giggling at their antics. Adam was naked first and he turned the shower on, holding his hand under the spray to adjust the temperature to their liking.

David came up behind him hugging their bodies together while kissing the back of his neck. “Is the water warm?” he whispered in Adam’s ear.

“Yes” Adam replied leading David under the spray.

They soaped each other, hands gliding over slick skin. Adam leaned back against the stall wall, eyes closed, letting David manipulate him. Fingers rubbed his nipples till they stuck out hard, then they were twisted and pinched making Adam moan and push his chest out. Kisses ran along his neck, jaw then pressed against his lips as hands moved down over his stomach till one grasped his erection and stroked it. The other hand moved around his waist and over his ass. Fingers probed between the cheeks then rubbed over his hole. Adam moaned and brought one leg up wrapping it around David’s waist.

“Finger me…shove them in…” Adam pleaded as he pushed back against them.

David penetrated him, sank two fingers into his hole and twisted them around, pumped them through the tightness till he felt it loosen to his manipulation. Then he spun Adam around, held his hands against the wall as he put his cock to that tight opening.

“Take me…” David uttered as he pushed against the tightness. Slowly, painfully, he felt the head of his cock breach the tightness. He pushed through it, feeling it milk his shaft as inch after inch squeezed through it. He pressed against Adam’s back. Working his hips, he fucked into Adam’s depths, drove inward as far as he could. Adam cried out, the sound echoing in the small room.

Stepping back, David took Adam by the waist and pulled his lower body back, head still resting against the wall, and he began to fuck. He moved with an increasing pace, his need for release too great to slow. The sound of bodies smacking together, and Adam’s reverberating moans grew louder and louder.

“FUCK” David uttered as he shoved into  Adam and came.

When he pulled out, his cock still half hard, he fell back against the opposite wall. Adam was on him quickly holding him against it, where he felt hands holding each thigh. He put his legs around Adam’s waist as cock penetrated him. Throwing his head back he cried out as inch after inch stretched him open.

Adam didn’t hesitate, didn’t hold back, as he fucked David, thrust into him harder and harder. Once again, the room echoed their fuck, the loud moans and the squeaking stall as Adam hammered David’s hole. David clung to Adam, begged him to fuck him, to fuck him harder. He felt the nip at his neck, the hot breath on his skin and the cock that piston in his hole faster and faster.

Adam cried out, bit down on his shoulder and shoved into him roughly. He felt the shuddering body against his own and the cock flexing inside him with each release.

A few miles up the island road, in a small condo on the bay side, Tommy was on his back, legs pressed down onto his chest, as Cody was hammering away at his hole. Hips would swing upward till his cock came completely free, then he’d shove back in. Each time Tommy felt the punch through his tightness, and he clung to the bed, head thrown back, eyes closed and took it. Took every penetrating thrust and begged Cody for more.

Pulling out, Cody flipped him to his side, twisted him at the waist and shoved back into his hole, roughly, hitting his prostrate, then hammered away at it. He saw stars and his own cock grew harder. It bounced on his thigh leaving it wet while Cody fucked him, drove into his depths, pulled back then hammered inward again and again.

Cody wrapped arms around his torso and clung to him as his rhythm grew ragged. He jammed inward trying to get further inside of him then he cried out. He felt the shuddering body against his own, the flexing cock in his hole and the whimpering cries behind him as Cody filled his hole.

When Cody slipped out, he rolled him over on his stomach. He was ready to fuck now. His cock angled up hard, the head wet and he pushed it between the round cheeks of Cody’s ass till it pressed against his tight hole.

“Take me…take me like I did you” Tommy uttered as he punched through the tightness and drove his hips forward sinking every inch into Cody’s hole.

Tommy held him down and fucked him with a furious pace. Then he would bear hug him, arm wrapped tightly around Cody’s neck and slowly grind his cock into Cody’s depths. He built up his need to cum, then slowed, allowing the need to subside, then he would hammer away at Cody’s insides once again. Over and over, for what seemed like an eternity, he kept up their fuck. He held him down and used his hole for his own pleasure, as Cody had done with him. This was a fuck, a way for sexual release. They knew the score when they left the club. The long drive over the bay bridge where Tommy leaned over and sucked Cody to full hardness. The pull of his hair to get him to stop. Then the staggering, stumbling walk across the parking lot, up the stair and into the condo, kissing and touching and groping the other as they tore at each other’s clothes. Then Tommy on his back and now Cody on his stomach.

Tommy wanted to see his face when he blasted his wad into him. He pulled out and roughly flipped him over. Cody didn’t have to be told what to do. He took each of his own legs and pulled them up and out, spreading himself open.

Looking down, Tommy saw the still hard cock lying wetly against Cody’s abdomen. He took it and manipulated the sensitive head till Cody was shivering and begging him to stop. He didn’t stop, instead he punched his cock through Cody’s tightness and sunk into his depths once again. He stroked Cody’s cock and fucked his ass, roughly, rocking the bed and making Cody beg him to fuck harder.

Then he felt it, the surge for release. He hammered his cock inside Cody till he was crying out and filling him with his load. Looking down he saw cum spattered over Cody’s chest and stomach, then he saw a smiling face of someone finally spent.

“Thanks; I needed that” said Cody.

“Me too.”

Looking toward the window Tommy saw sunlight filtering through the blinds. He glanced down at his watch and saw it was nearly seven.

“Hey, before you crash out, can you give me a lift down to the campground?”

“Yeah, sure.”

The rest of the day was spent lounging around the campground or down on the beach. They prepared the most basic sandwiches for lunch and dinner, none of them wanting to grill nor go back to a restaurant. They were leaving the next morning and all they wanted to do was rest up.

Tommy watched how David and Adam acted around each other. The casual way one would do something for the other, sometimes without being asked. He saw a comforting aspect of their relationship, this knowing the other at a level that was instinctual. It made him think of his relationship with Dien and Richard, and how it had changed so easily, for there had been nothing to hold it together. For people like Christopher, it was great. The freedom to do as one pleases and not having anyone disturbing their own world. But Tommy kept coming back to how it didn’t seem enough, not for him. He watched David open a soda for Adam and hand it over. So simple a gesture.

When he got back home, he knew the first thing he had to do was finish his planning for the yard maintenance business. The budgeting of equipment and employees he would need. Richard told him he’d need at least two other guys to begin. It was frightening in a way, to be responsible for others, but it meant he wasn’t dependent on someone else.

He knew once he felt secure, standing on his own two feet, his mentality about his own personal life would change. It seemed like a threshold he needed to cross over.

The next morning David and Adam got Adam’s car packed, the rolled-up tent the last thing they stuffed in the back. Tommy tossed most of his things in the passenger footwell of the truck, but the tent and cooler went in the bed, secured with bungee cords. There was an awkward moment when he wasn’t sure how to say goodbye. Was it to be a simple word of goodbye or should he give David a hug, a gesture that might seem too intimate? Adam solved the problem by coming to him first and hugging his neck.

“It was good to finally meet you. Take care” Adam said in the sincerest tone.

“Thanks…and take care of David, will ya?” Tommy replied giving him a smile trying to make it sound like a joke.

“Oh, I will.”

David came to him next, and their hug was longer, their bodies rocking back and forth.

“I’ve missed you; you know?”

“I missed you.”

“Keep in touch and we’ll plan on getting together again soon.”

“Maybe I can talk David into a trip to the Big Easy” Adam interjected.

With each of them in their own vehicles they left the campground and drove down the narrow two-lane road along the island. Tommy followed Adam and David, across the bridges, through a short section of the city and onto the interstate connector. They motored north till they got to I-10. David and Adam headed east and Tommy west.

December

Tommy slowed as he came to the exit, easing over into the exit lane and down the slope to the stop sign. He sat for a moment, his stomach in knots, thinking how easy it would be to go straight and back on the interstate. He could go to Atlanta or Savannah or anywhere else for the holidays. He looked left then right once more and pulled out, turning left.

He drove slowly scanning his surroundings looking for the familiar and things that had changed in the last months since his leaving. Not much had changed. A new barn behind the Snider’s house and the bridge over Jackson creek was being replaced, the road diverted to the side over a temporary bridge. When he made it to the next plateau he slowed, taking Highway 325, a small detour that would let him ride by the Hill residence. He would see if David and Adam had made it. He debated whether, or not to stop, putting off making it to his own home.

When the Hill’s house came into view he slowed and fought the urge to stop. The plan was to get together the next day for dinner with David’s family. It would make Saturday bearable but the next day, Sunday, would be another matter. His mother had been hinting for the last two weeks about going to church, something he knew was a mistake. But with their conversations so stiff, a fragile truce that made them strangely formal, lacking anything really personal, he had put off telling her he wouldn’t go.

He had reached out once again at Thanksgiving and was surprised his mother replied. He heard the anxiousness in her voice. She was trying to reconnect him. But it was painfully obvious his father wasn’t ready to do that. Another two weeks and slowly, over several phone calls, his father finally spoke to him on the phone. They talked about the landscaping company and his setting up a lawn maintenance company starting up next spring. But there was nothing personal.

After his detour, Tommy came to his home and he wondered at the reference. Calling it home. It had been, once, but it no longer felt like it. His home was back in Louisiana where there were people who supported him, encouraged him, made him feel good about himself. As he pulled around the house and into the space, he had considered his own he wondered once again if this had been a good idea. Maybe they should have waited till after the holidays, met up somewhere in the middle, some neutral ground.

Stepping down he saw his mother come out followed by his father. He closed the door and let his mother come to him, wondering how she’d approach. She came to him without hesitation, wrapping her arms around him.

“Oh, Tommy, I’m so glad you came home.”

They hugged as Tommy struggled on how to reply. Finally, he responded with a small quiet voice.

“Thanks mom.”

His dad came up but didn’t hug him, keeping a few feet away.

“No problem driving up?”

Typical of his father. Go for the casual comment about anything but the main thing between them. He knew to play along, to let his father have all the space he wanted. It would make the next few days bearable.

“No, no problems. Traffic was a bit heavy but no wrecks.”

“Good. I see you got a new truck.”

“New to me” Tommy responded. It was the truck Richard had found and helped him buy. Some older man had bought it then didn’t use it much. It was eight years old but had low mileage and a solid body.

“Looks good, but four-wheel drive? Do you need that?”

Always some criticism but Tommy let it roll over him.

“There are some areas in Louisiana that make it useful.”

“Come on, enough about a truck, let’s get inside. I’ve got dinner on the stove” his mother interjected.

“I’ll grab my bag” Tommy replied moving around his truck to the passenger side.

Dinner had been an uneasy affair, his mother making most of the conversation. Tommy wondered if his whole stay would be like this, but relieved to find his father relaxing once they were in the den, television on one of the college football games. They began to talk about his business plans, what he expected to make and how Richard was helping him get started, thinking it would be a benefit to his own business. An ability to recommend someone to care for the work he had put in place for each client.

The next night, dinner was more festive, lively in conversation. Tommy saw his father’s initial unease being around David and Owen. But Owen was his usual talkative self and was so personable that even his father laughed at his jokes and contributed to the conservations. There were moments he was sure the façade would break. When David had held Owen’s hand when leading him to the dining table or later when Owen kissed his cheek after some silly comment. He’d held his breath so often, but in the end the night ended with everyone getting along.

Christmas had been awkward at first, but with his older sister’s arrival with her family in tow, the day passed without incident. It was his sister that broke his father down the most, and she treated him as she always had. Her little brother.

For David, it was a just another trip to his parents. They had made the trip back in August, and after Thanksgiving at Adam’s parents, they spent Christmas at his home. They stayed till the day after then headed to Adam’s parents for the remainder of their holiday vacation. Tommy came over Christmas night and hung out with them till late. He was staying till Saturday, and after the morning, opening presents and hanging out with his sister’s kids it felt like everything would be good.

March

Tommy drove into New Orleans heading to the Roland residence. It was their fifth job since starting up last month. He’d been surprised, thinking it would be toward the end of March before getting work but an early spring and many wanting their yards cleaned up after winter, and he had been busy for three weeks. Glancing in the rearview mirror, he saw the now familiar white Dodge truck. It was Alejandro, the first guy he had hired, who came from a competitor that Alejandro hinted was not doing well. With Alejandro was Simon and Quyen, his other two hires. Together they made up his crew. It would let him utilize two mowers, weed eaters and blowers taking care of each lawn quickly and efficiently.

The last two months had been a blur. He had his shop set up, with grinders for sharpening blades, air compressors and tools he would need to maintain and repair the equipment. Simon had experience repairing 2-stroke motors and with all three’s background around equipment he felt he had the crew he needed.

For the business anyway.

He had found himself looking at Simon, then Quyen at times wondering what it would be like to have sex with them. It had been tempting. He thought about how Richard had done it with Dien and he, but in the end, he also saw how it didn’t work out well, not for Richard anyway. Only Alejandro seemed totally off-limits and thus never tempting. He was married, with children, and seemed so happy with his family life, Tommy couldn’t image him ever doing anything to hurt it.

Turning on Esplanade Avenue, he new it was only a few blocks more before their final turn. It was the best of their first jobs. The client was old money, very old money, of New Orleans and lived in a house initially built in the 1700’s with later additions over the years. It was a huge house with large private grounds around it. The yard was very traditional with oak and magnolia trees, understory trees of dogwood and azaleas grouped all around. Only the area on one side was different. A rose garden with statuary and small reflecting ponds. Tommy knew the property would take nearly all day to mow, trim and clean up.

He remembered the first meeting, Mr. Roland leading him around the property, pointing out areas the last company never did to his satisfaction. Tommy took notes, sketched the property as best he could, marking areas for them to pay special attention, the rose garden being the main area. He had been so intimated by Mr. Roland, and the wealth displayed by the place, he had had trouble thinking clearly, wondering what he should charge for such a large job.

Mr. Roland had led him back to his truck and before he had a chance to ask, made an offer of what he was willing to pay. It had floored Tommy, being double what he had been thinking. He stammered and hesitated, trying not to sound too overjoyed at the price as he agreed, telling Mr. Roland he would draw up a contract and sent it over for execution.

As he approached the gated entry to the Roland residence a Porsche pulled out and passed them. Tommy recognized Mr. Roland as he accelerated past. With the others following, he eased into the stone paved drive, following its curved path toward the rear courtyard between the house and garage. As they pulled in he saw a new four-door Jeep. Jacked up with after market wheels and tires, it reflected the harsh morning light from its pristine body. A garage door rose, and a Range Rover backed out. A woman about Mr. Roland’s age waved as if she knew them and eased down the drive. Tommy assumed it had to be Mrs. Roland.

They set to work, Alejandro and Simon with weed eaters and Quyen and he with mowers. They worked tirelessly, making their way around the house, saving the rose garden for last, for it would need the most work. Simon brought a push mower around for too many areas were too tight for the big mowers. Tommy used the trimmer on the hedges that surrounded the garden. He started on the far side and made his way around.

Unbeknownst to him, watching from a second-floor window, then one of the French doors leading to the terrace that overlooked the rose garden, someone was watching. They had watched each of them working around the garden, but after a while it was Tommy they focused on. They studied his tall lean build, the way he moved and how he spoke, his southern accent different from the local one, with its many influences.

Tommy called for a break and the guy moved back around to where they were parked. Under a tree sat a bench and Alejandro and Simon sat on it while Quyen and Tommy sat on the ground. They ate mostly in silence, wiping at the sweat that still trickled from their hair and down their faces.

“Damn, I can’t believe it is hot already” Simon uttered as he reached for his bottle of water.

“Going to be a hot summer” Alejandro uttered in a low voice while he unwrapped his second sandwich.

“Well, let’s eat and get finished before it gets hotter” said Tommy as he wadded up the paper bag that had contained his lunch. “Don’t leave any trash lying around” he added as he got up and went to his truck, putting his in a bag behind the front seat.

They finished around three o’clock that afternoon and as they pulled out the Range Rover came up the drive. Tommy eased to a stop, lowering his window. The Range Rover pulled up next to him and its window lowered.

“Mrs. Roland?”

“Yes, and you are Thomas?”

“Tommy, yes mam.”

“I assume you are finished.”

“Yes, mam. Look around and let me know if there is anything we missed. If I need to come back I will, otherwise I’ll see you next week.”

“Thank you” she replied as her window raised ending the conversation.

Tommy added two more properties before the weekend realizing he was about to have to turn down work. He’d been so desperate for good paying work and now he was facing the reality he was going to be turning some of it down. He knew he could add a crew, planned on it, in fact, but not until he had enough money put away to get one set up and carry them until they got paid. For the time being he was going to do the work he could with the crew he had.

One week later he and the guys were on their way to the Roland’s residence. He had not received a call so they must have been pleased with their work. As before they passed Mr. Roland heading to work in his Porsche and in the courtyard saw the Jeep was parked in a garage bay with the door up. Tommy walked to the trailer to help the guys unload the mower and equipment. At the side of the trailer it gave him a view into the garage to the side of the Jeep and he saw the Range Rover was already gone.

After a few minutes of prep, they set off to mow and trim. Tommy had told the guys the rose garden took longer than expected and he was going to start there, and the rest of them could get the rest of the yard taken care of. He worked methodically, from one side to the other, constantly wiping the sweat from his face. It was hotter than the week before and his shirt clung wetly to his skin making him feel hotter. He set the trimmer down and undid his shirt. As soon as it billowed open the air hit his exposed skin and felt marginally cooler. Enough so, he slipped the shirt off and tucked it into waist. The sun hit his skin with an intense heat, and he felt the sweat slowly evaporate, too slowly to cool him down. He worked in the sun a few minutes then moved to a section under the trees. Alternating from the sun to the shade he knew it would be easier and he wouldn’t get as burned. He had sprayed sunblock on his arms and legs, but not his upper body.

As he moved along the hedge at the base of the terrace a shadow come over him and he looked up at the dark silhouette of someone on the terrace. Immediately he saw it was a guy, with a nice build but all the details were obscured by shadow. He cut off the trimmer and shielded his eyes.

“Yes?”

“You’re cooking out here. Do you have some sunblock for your shoulders and back?”

“Back in my truck, but…”

“Well, I brought some” the guy interrupted, tossing him a spray can.

“Thanks.”

Tommy sprayed the sunblock over his chest and stomach, down each arm and over his shoulders. He struggled to aim the can at his back and was surprised to have it taken from his hand.

“I’ll do your back.”

Standing next to him, Tommy really saw the guy for the first time. He was just a bit shorter than himself, but he filled out his clothes with a more masculine build. He had light brown hair, so light there were blonde streaks in it and Tommy knew he probably had been a tow-headed child with light blonde hair. A hand came down on his shoulder and he glanced over at the long fingers gripping him. Then he felt the cool spray of sunblock over his upper back, then down till the spray cut across his lower back just above the waistband of his cargo shorts.

“There, that should do it. I’m Ford.”

“Ford?”

“Well, actually its Crawford, but I’ll have you fired if you call me that” Ford replied, laughing, letting Tommy know he was joking.

“Tommy.”

“Tommy, nice to meet you, seriously, after the guys at college. Damn…it’s nice to meet someone who hasn’t got an agenda or is scared to disappoint their rich daddy.”

Tommy smiled then laughed, knowing he shouldn’t, for he was still just a laborer to the Roland’s.

“You live here in the city?” Ford asked as his eyes scanned up and down Tommy’s lean frame.

Tommy saw the look, recognized it, and he boldly returned the appraisal, letting himself really look closely at Ford.

Expensive haircut that let his hair look good even uncombed, eyebrows perfectly arched over each emerald green eye, a strong nose and thin delicate lips that curved upward at his staring.

“You like what you see?” Ford brazenly asked. “I do” he added as Tommy became flustered, unable to respond. “You see I have to go after what I want, for those that come after me usually have an agenda, a money grubbing one.”

“I see…”

“I find it better to take the initiative.”

“Yeah?” Tommy stammered, wondering where this conversation was going to lead. Then they heard the mowers rounded the corner of the house from the rear and from the front Quyen walking toward them with a weed eater. Tommy stepped back, afraid of how it looked.

“I guess I should go and let you guys finish. I hope to see you around, Tommy.”

Tommy watched Ford enter one of the French doors and disappear inside.

“Who is that?” Simon asked as he rode up next to Tommy.

“One of the sons” Tommy replied, knowing there were three sons total, two working in family business and the third still in college, he thought, obviously wrong.  “Okay guys, let’s get finished.”

Two days later, a few minutes after five, Tommy’s cell phone rang with an unfamiliar number. Ninety-nine percent of the time he would have let it go to voicemail but this time, for some unknown reason, he hit ‘accept’.

“Hello. This is Parkland Lawn Service, Tommy speaking.”

“Tommy, this is Ford” causing Tommy to sit up and lean over his desk on his elbows. What could Ford want with him and he remembered how Ford had come onto him two days before. He wondered if Ford would push it. Suggest some hookup at a hotel somewhere. Or would he suggest dinner, something Tommy doubted for rich boys didn’t really associate with blue collar boys. Or would this be when things go sideways.

“Ford? What’s up?”

“Well, Tommy, I’ve been talking with dad and we need to look at your contract.”

Here it comes Tommy thought, the rich boy toying with him.

“The contract? What’s wrong with it?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing, relax Tommy. It’s just, well you see, we have this boat house and the last time I was there the grounds were a mess. We want you to go out and look at it and see about adding it to the contract. We’d only need you to make the trip once a month, and it being small, I think only one of you could handle it.”

Tommy heard the change in tone, how Ford told him only one was needed.

“Okay, where is this boat house?”

“It’s just outside Crown Point on 301. Do you know the area?”

“No but send me the address and I’ll GPS it.  When does your father want to meet?”

“Oh, he’s too busy. You’ll have to deal with me” Ford replied, and Tommy caught the mischievous tone. He stifled a laugh then switched ears so he could make a note on the legal pad in front of him. Once a time and date were agreed upon, he would move it to the calendar in the email address system.

“Okay, Ford, when do you want to meet?”

“I know most people don’t like to do work on weekends if they can help it, but I’ll make it worth your while if you could come out tomorrow. I know it’s Saturday, but I’ll get some seafood to grill and a frig full of beer if you’d come out tomorrow.”

Tommy laughed as he scribbled ‘fuck’ across the legal pad, not sure it was an exclamation or what to expect from Ford tomorrow at their boat house.

“What time?”

“I know it is a bit of drive so why not aim for three thirty or so. That will give us time to look at the grounds, then I can fire up the grill for dinner while we enjoy a few brews.”

“Okay, don’t forget to send me the address.”

“I’m sending it now. See you tomorrow” said Ford, then the line went dead, and Tommy’s cell beeped with an incoming message. It was the address and after a quick address search realized it was a bit of a drive. He would have drive back to New Orleans then back out due south. He heard a truck pull away and looked up in time to see Richard leave, a trail of dust kicked up in his wake.

Richard drove home, stripped out of his dirty clothes and took a long hot shower. It had become routine, too routine, for afterwards, he would grab a scotch and sit on the sofa watching the news. The news gave what seemed to be the same old stories, night after night. A shooting somewhere, a plane goes down or a train derailed and some leader of a country abusing his power, the latter happening too close to home.

The last few months he had been trying to get back to his old self. To get to where he was at before he met Jonathon. It had been such a fairytale that for it to end the way it did seemed almost appropriate. A father is struggling with his business, afraid he’ll lose it after a bad deal and a mother calls frantic, begging him to come home, and just like that Jonathon is gone.

Of course, Jonathon called before leaving and had called since, but each phone call was strained, nothing promised. He didn’t know how long it would take to help his father recover from the loss, so he didn’t know when he would return. It was the jest of all their calls, which fell in number over the months from once a week to only one last month. He didn’t want to hold it against Jonathon for he could hear the strain in his voice. And he knew he had done nothing, no gesture or statement that gave Jonathon any hint of how serious he had felt. So, Jonathon probably thought he had moved on to the next cute guy, and he had not been able to say otherwise, afraid to admit the truth.

He flipped the channel from local news to the news on NPR. They were outlining the nights main stories and he almost turned the television off feeling it truly was the same ole shit. He wondered about dinner, suddenly feeling a bit hungry. He could go get something or cook something on the grill. As he debated what to do his cell phone rang. It was Jonathon.

“Hey, how’s your dad.”

There was silence for a moment then the relieved voice.

“He’s finally got a settlement from the courts and we’ve got the business over the loss, so any settlement will only give him more of a cushion.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“Yeah, I just have to decide what to do.”

Sitting up, feeling a sense of panic, “What do you mean?”

“The Park Service called and the guy who has been filling in wants my position and so they have offered me a job over in Virginia. It’s up to me.”

“You can’t go to Virginia. You have to come home” Richard replied and instantly heard the desperation in his voice.

“Really? Why, Richard?”

It was now or never, and he knew it. “Because I want you to come back. Okay?”

Richard heard the soft gentle laugh then a deep breath. “So, you miss me?”

“Yes…yes, yes I miss you.”

“I was never sure. Richard you always keep things too close to the chest. I’m still not sure it is a good move. You could tire of me in no time and move on.”

“No…I know that is how it was in the past, but this time. The last few months…I’ve been miserable. I’ve…just been waiting for you to come back.”

They talked a while longer, each minute Richard being more and more open about his feelings and Jonathon sounding more like his old self. After nearly two hours on the phone they finally ended the call. Jonathon would call the Park Service and ask to return with plans to leave in a few days. For Richard, it suddenly did seem like a fairytale; one with a happy ending. Even though it was late he went out and fired up the grill. He felt like a steak, and another scotch and maybe even a salad. He put on music and slide open the glass doors letting it drift out to the deck.

It was after eleven, dirty plate carried inside and a fresh scotch in hand. He leaned back and looked up at the dark sky seeing a few stars, knowing many more were obscured by the lights of the town. He smiled for he felt happy, truly happy, for the first time in months. He wondered what the next year would hold for him. Tommy had his business up and operating and some of his clients had already called to tell him of the good job that had been done. Dien was taking more and more responsibility and he considered giving him a small partnership in the company and set him up with his own crew. He knew how to design, knew the plants better than he did and everyone who worked with him liked him. And it would let him slow down, take time to enjoy life a bit more, especially since Jonathon was moving back. He was tempted to call Christopher but knew that was a bad idea. He’d either be fucking someone or getting them to leave and neither of those scenarios interested him.

Another sip, feeling the warmth of the scotch move through him, he told himself to get up for it was time to go inside. But he continued to sit watching the changing night sky and he considered the future. It would be daylight before he went inside, feeling more refreshed than he had in months.

Tommy put on a pair of jeans and nice shirt, then took it all off. He slipped on cargo shorts and a tank top and started to take them back off. ‘This is ridiculous’ he thought as he slipped his feet into sandals, grabbed up his keys, wallet and cell phone and headed out the door.

He drove with the windows up and a/c cranked. It hot for March, too hot. Traffic was light and he made good time, driving to New Orleans then back south toward the address Ford had given him. At first, he drove by one housing development after the next. Cookie cutter houses lined up on narrow lots that sat on both sides of the road. Then the left side became woods and soon he was driving through woods on both sides of the road. At the turn for Crown Point his GPS indicated he was to continue straight. He went over the Intercoastal Waterway and turned right following the waterway’s path as it cut a southernly path. After a few minutes he came to the address on a mailbox situated by a drive that cut through some trees.

Following the gravel drive, he curved through the trees till he came to a clapboard sided house. It was obvious the house had been added on to and modified but the old structure, sitting up on brick piers about 3 feet high still showed it old influences. A porch cut across the front, turned down the right side and turned across the back, shading the windows from the harsh sun. In the drive sat the new Jeep with mud kicked up on the sides.

Tommy pulled in next it and climbed out. Music came from the backyard and he headed toward it. As he rounded the corner, he saw a large boat house on the waterway with a short pier to the side. He scanned the rear yard then the back of the house to get an impression of the scope of work they would be talking about. The yard was a mixture of grass and exposed dirt under the trees. There was little landscaping, and most of it was around the house. He saw the porch spanned the rear of the house; the last half screened in. Out in the yard was a gazebo with a grill and seating area under it and between it and the screen porch a firepit area.

Tommy followed the foot path toward the screen porch. As he approached, he saw a door open and Ford come out of the house, cross the screen porch and step out.

“Hey, you made it. Any trouble finding the place?”

“No, none at all.”

“Let me sit this down and we’ll go inside and look over the property plans before walking it. Dad is going to have the guy you use to work with do some additional landscaping.”

“Richard?”

“I think that was the name, yeah, Richard.”

The dining table had plans covering it. A survey of the property with every structure and tree located, a landscape plan showing a new drive and parking court with new trees and shrubs all around the property and in back a new, larger gazebo with a screen section containing outdoor grill and other equipment. Tommy stood by Ford and took it all in, listened to the descriptions of work to take place and what would be needed on maintenance. It was a lot to take in, made worse by his closeness to Ford. A white shirt unbuttoned revealing a smooth muscular chest, and swim trunks that hung so low on his hips Tommy was amazed pubic hair wasn’t visible. He tried to keep his eyes on the plans and not on Ford, but he constantly glanced over.

“Oh, shit man, I’m sorry, how about a beer?”

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

Ford went to the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles, holding one out to Tommy.

“Why don’t we walk the property. It will not take long. There’s only five acres or so.”

“Okay, after you.”

The grill smoked with the seafood cooking within as Ford and Tommy polished off another beer each, their three empties sitting on side tables under the gazebo. After talking about the project and what Mr. Roland had suggested for a contract amendment, an amount Tommy easily agreed, Ford began to ask about his company, the crew he had with him, then more personal things.

Single. No, not seeing anyone. Haven’t met the right one. Louisiana was a change of pace. His parents were upset with him over the last person he was seeing. No, he didn’t want to elaborate. Ford pulled the seafood from the grill and put it on the table with the baked potatoes and salad already laid out. He nodded toward the undercounter refrigerator just behind Tommy and he knew to grab two more beers.

“Let’s eat.”

“Damn, this is good” Tommy uttered between bites.

“Dad gets everything from some old buddies he grew up with. They have three or four boats.”

As they ate Ford asked how Tommy ended up in New Orleans. Tommy stammered at first then grew bold and told Ford everything. How he had messed up with David then left home arriving at Richard’s place to find a new life. He thought Ford would understand, but he wasn’t entirely sure, but he knew if he was honest to the point of bluntness, Ford could either be repulsed, appalled at what he was confessing or not. As he talked of his relationship, if that was what you called it, with Richard and Dien he knew he wanted to know, know for sure, if Ford would want to distance himself from him.

Ford listened intently, not interrupting once till Tommy finally came to the present and another empty beer.

“You want another beer?” Ford asked as he slid out of his chair and squatted down next to Tommy opening the refrigerator.

“If you want me to leave…”

“Why would I want you to leave?” Ford replied holding out a beer.

“I just…it’s just…”

“You were not sure how I’d respond? If I’d be judgmental?” Ford interjected, laughing softly to himself. “We all have baggage. Money only buys some discretion…sometimes.”

“But we are so different…you and I.”

Ford moved up next to Tommy’s chair, hand coming to rest on his arm.

“I don’t know why, but there is an attraction I feel toward you that is different.”

“Because I’m just country boy trash?”

“Don’t say that.”

“I know…sometimes I feel…”

“Like you don’t belong? Try going to pretentious prep schools, then some over-priced private college then talk to be about not feeling like you don’t belong. Don’t get me wrong, there were plenty of gay boys, and they liked to mess around. But afterward…goddamn, they just crawled inside themselves and pretending nothing happened.”

“Couldn’t disappoint the family?”

“See, no difference between us in some ways.”

Tommy swallowed hard and tried not to think of it. All the ways Ford was so different from himself. The expensive clothes, the new Jeep just a few yards away and the houses, more than one, when he was relying on Richard, and…

Ford kissed him, gently at first, then with passion. The hand on his arm moved over it to his chest. It moved in a slow circular motion then down, over his stomach down to his crotch. It squeezed his growing erection till it hurt with the way it was trapped in his shorts.

“Let’s go inside” Ford whispered in his ear. He stood and helped Tommy to his feet then led him to the house. They moved through the kitchen, Ford switching off the light leaving only the one over the range on. He led Tommy through the Dining room and into the hall, past the bathroom and a bedroom till they were going into the last room. It was a large bedroom, a king size bed against an outside wall with windows spanning its entire width, the sill just above the bed.

Ford led Tommy to the side of the bed and faced him. Tommy wanted to say something, anything to break the silence and his own nervousness. He’d never felt like this before. It seemed different this time. No sneaking around, no worry about someone walking in on him, and more discerning, a seriousness to it that he’d never felt with Richard or Dien.

Ford undressed him. Garment by garment, taking each item off slowly, kissing Tommy between each one. When Tommy was finally naked, Ford squatting in front of him laying his boxers on top of his other clothes. He truly felt it, the intimacy between them, even though Ford was still dressed. He watched Ford reach up and take his cock and balls in one hand, pull them together and push them upward till his hard cock stuck straight out. Then Ford kissed it, tongued the head and slipped it in his mouth. Tommy gasped and held himself steady by holding on to Ford’s shoulders.

“Oh…f u c k…” Tommy uttered in a breathless voice as Ford took him.

He felt the heat, the slick hot wetness around his cock. He fought the urge to push with his hips, a need to for more stimulation. To feel the manipulation of his cock, the swirl of tongue over the head and down the shaft and the slide of lips milking it. He held on to Ford’s shoulders, so unsteady on his own feet, feeling the movement of Ford’s body, the rocking motion that aligned with the rhythm of lips on his cock.

Too soon, unable to hold back he pushed forward and felt the swallowing around the head of his cock. He stiffened then shuddered and filled Ford’s mouth.

Breathing hard he watched Ford stand. The dark silhouette moved toward him till it blocked all light and lips touched his own. He opened his mouth to Ford, took his tongue tasting his own cum. He pressed his nakedness against Ford still feeling aroused, his hardness pushing against the soft fabric of clothing.

 He pulled back and removed Ford’s shirt. He fell to his knees and took off each sandal, then rose to the front of Ford’s swim trunks, undoing the knot, then easing them down till they feel to the floor. Leaning forward he buried his face in Ford’s crotch feeling the hard shaft against his cheek. He mouthed the thick shaft then dragged his lips along its length till he felt the flared head. Ford shuddered as he took it in his mouth and sucked the sweetish flavor of precum from it.

“No…not so much…please” Ford pleaded as he pushed Tommy off his cock. “Too soon.”

Ford guided Tommy to stand and led him to the bed. He lay back, feet planted flatly on the bed, knees up, and guided Tommy down on top of his body.

“Fuck me” Ford whispered as he guided Tommy to him, held him against his tightness. “Please…” he begged.

Tommy pushed, gently, feeling the resistance, then the give as his cock squeezed into Ford. The tightness was almost too much the way it squeezed down on the head of his cock, then he felt a loosening within Ford, and he slid a couple of inches into him. Slowly, gently he pushed inward feeling the milking of his cock as he sank it into Ford’s depths.

He hooked his arms behind Ford’s knees and lifted them up and forward as he sank all the way into him. He folded him in half and pushed tightly against his firm ass. “Fuck” he breathed outward as he pulled up and pushed back in. Slowly, feeling every inch squeeze though Ford’s tightness, then the gentle push back in. He built up his pace till he is fucking into Ford’s depths with ease, the tightness given way to a pleasurable squeeze of his cock as it piston inside Ford.

Ford grunted with every deep push inward then begged for Tommy to do it, to shove it in him, to fuck him harder. Tommy didn’t know if it was the pleading, the urgency of it or the feel of his tight hole, but he couldn’t hold back, lost himself to the pleasure of their fuck and he increased his pace, hammered away at Ford’s hole till the thought he’d black out. He rose up on his hands and knees and increased his pace, pulling completely out at times, only to slam back through the closing opening as he shoved all the way back in. The bed rocked and Ford’s moans and grunts fell into rhythm with the bed’s squeaks and banging against the wall.

“Fuck…” Ford cried out and Tommy felt cum spatter his chest and stomach. It was hot against his skin and the smell drove him to fuck harder. Their bodies smacked together as Ford shuddered with release beneath him. He fell on Ford, lips smashed together, tongues dueling, as he felt his own release, the surge of it, and he slammed his cock all the way into Ford and came.

March – One Year Later

A small sports car pulled into the parking of the landscape store. The top was down and Dien could see the two guys within. One with a blue ballcap and one wearing a white one. They climbed out of the little two-seater and headed toward the door.

“Tommy, they’re here” Dien called out across the sales floor.

Tommy came out of the back office and around the counter carrying the screwdriver he had been using. The door swung open and he saw David and Adam walking inside.

“David…Adam, you guys made it.”

“Hey Tommy” David replied coming up to him giving him a tight hug. “Is this your place?”

“Oh, hell no, it’s his” pointing toward Dien, “this is Dien.”

“Hey, nice to finally meet you. So, what’s the deal? You didn’t mention anything about a retail outlet on the phone.”

“Richard kept expanding and after some trouble with some suppliers decided we needed to have retail in the mix. So, Richard builds the gardens and outdoor spaces, buying supplies from Dien, then I come along and maintain them.”

“A real monopoly. That is what you meant on the phone the other day.  And you have how many crews now?”

“Six” came the reply from behind Tommy and they turned to see Ford coming from the stock room with product to put out. “Three here in New Orleans, two up in Baton Rouge and one over in Slidell handling customers on the other side of Pontcharirain.”

“Hey, Ford. What are you doing? Stock boy?”

“Just helping out for the big opening next week.”

“Shit, he’s a silent partner in all of this” Dien replied going over to take the boxes from Ford. “You guys get out of here and go get cleaned up. Owen and I will catch up with you later.”

“So, we’re still on for dinner with everyone?” David asked.

“Yep, you’ll follow us on into town and we’ll get you guys settled in so you can clean up, then we’ll go downtown to the restaurant.”

“You sure it’s okay to crash at your place?” Adam asked coming up next to David, looking at Ford.

“Of course, Tommy and I want you to stay with us. No hotels to deal with and we can sit up talking into the night, telling stories about Tommy” Ford replied as he came up next to Tommy, putting his arm around him.

“Is Richard joining us” Dien asked.

“No. He’s driving out to Jonathon’s. Jonathon has the next few days off so…” said Tommy

“No need to go any further.”

“But they will come back into town tomorrow night for dinner.”

“We’re all set to grill out at the house tomorrow night, so it should be fun” said Ford.

“Why haven’t those two moved in together?” David asked as they began to walk toward the door.

“This bullshit thing about being independent and a free man” said Dien as he walked with them to let them out.

“More like scared of the commitment” Tommy replied, trading a smile with Dien, both knowing the truth of it.

They moved outside, under the late afternoon sun, feeling the warmth in the air slowly begin to seep away. It’d been three years since that night, the night David and Tommy came to the point their lives diverged, and since that time they found their own way, making friends and creating a life for themselves, and along the way found the heart of their own friendship, one that endured over time and distance.

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