Jasper drove down Mill Creek Road, the all-terrain tires a roar on the rough slag surface. He drove with the windows down despite the ninety-four-degree temperature, for the old 67 Ford F250 had no air conditioner. It didn’t even have a working radio or fuel gauge. Its blue paint was faded, the tailgate bent, and the right front fender didn’t match from a repair back in the seventies. It had been a farm truck for decades, until repairing it was no longer deemed economical and a new truck purchased for the farm. Shoved back in the old barn next to a Ford Jubilee tractor dating back to 1953, the truck was left to languish for nearly two more decades. The tractor and the truck were antiques everyone said, but no one had the money to waste on rebuilding either one.
He was heading to Evergreen to get his truck inspected and grab lunch at the diner in downtown. It was a little break from the work since the crops were laid by. With everything planted, they just had to wait until time to harvest, when he and his dad would go from daylight to dark during harvest. He rode the back road, letting the hot wind swirl inside the cab. The engine lumbered along, and he sat back, left arm resting on the windowsill, and let the miles roll underneath the truck.
When Jasper turned fourteen, he had asked his grandfather if he could have the truck. Shocked that his grandfather agreed and despite his father’s objections, he rolled the truck into the front of the barn and began to work on it. He had little money, so progress was slow, coming to a halt when some part needed to be replaced, none worse than some of the suspension components. At fifteen, he took the odd job with other farmers when time allowed, earning the extra money needed to continue the refurbishment. He had grown more confident in his skills, and during the following summer, pulled the engine out to break it down and repair it. The big block 390 was a large lump of iron and he spent all of his free time in the barn breaking it down, studying how it fit together and how everything worked. Then he slowly put it back together.
During this time, Jasper also grew more confident about himself. At fourteen, he came to accept the fact he was gay, no longer looking away when caught staring at some guy at school or in town. He studied them, the shape of their bodies and their mannerisms. The tall lean bodies, the muscular bodies, the stocky bodies, and the short lean bodies. He looked at all of them, finding an attraction to most. He stared openly at Brandy Cunningham, who was four years older and worked the parts counter at the tractor dealership until it was Brandy who looked away. He watched the guys at school in the locker room or in the gym or outside doing exercises or playing softball. He compared his own body to them, knowing he was tall and lean, something he considered skinny and lacking definition. Definition like that of Greg or Stan, two guys he had his most erotic imaginings. He didn’t feel less than the others, knowing he was no different than most, and there was no denying the fact girls flirted with him constantly. None more so than Kathy and Lisa. He found notes in his textbooks, stuffed in his locker, and other girls coming to him asking if he was interested in one or the other. He answered vaguely, a part of him not wanting to hurt either and another not ready to admit the truth. The school was small, and the attitudes so-called conservative, something he considered downright bigoted. But he was a kid and knew arguing with them would get him nowhere.
Like most his age, he looked at himself in the mirror, thought about what made one attractive. What attributes added together made one desirable to others. He stared at himself in the mirror many a morning or night, looking at times for the imperfections. A nose slightly too large, his right eye slightly lower than the left; same with the ears, something he noticed one night when he looked closely while holding his head straight. He had a cowlick that made hair stand up at front and it was light brown, something he considered boring. He thought of Sam and his blonde hair and how the girls fawned over it, or of Richard with his jet-black hair that was thick and wavy. There were freckles across his cheeks and shoulders, something he considered a blemish to his skin, and his arms and fingers seemed too long and thin. Ricky telling him his hands looked feminine still haunted him.
Other times, when he thought of himself as attractive, he liked how his light brown hair would streak blonde in the summer, or his skin had a natural tan tone, and his eyes were a vivid blue. It was something adults and the girls at school commenting on often. In his family, it was stated he had his mother’s eyes, and he knew it to be true. His dad’s eyes were green. When he turned fifteen, after another year of working on the farm and on that old truck, he noticed it, some definition of muscle. His arms were thicker, and his chest wasn’t a flat plane. His clothes began to fit better, hang on his tall lean frame in a manner that made him comfortable. And there was one other thing he had come to realize. His cock was larger than average, hanging long over the sac. When he simply touched it, he felt his masculine nature. When he went further, he felt his sex…and sexuality.
He began to pick out his own clothes, and the jeans he selected fit low on the waist, and he loved how they looked when he stood in front of the mirror, shirtless, looking at how his torso tapered into them. With boxer-briefs, they sat over an inch lower, revealing the waistband. Without underwear on, something he tried within his room, he saw how they sat just above his pubic hair, so low he could see it where they gapped outward at front. He would stand at the mirror and put both hands in the front pockets and push down until pubic hair became visible, or he would drag his fingers below the waistband feeling the hair and the base of his cock, making it stir. He wondered what Brandy would do if he stood in front of him like this, jeans pushed down until pubic hair was visible. Would it be enough to lure him into something sexual? He wondered the same about Sam, Richard, then Greg and Stan. He pictured them revealing a sexual nature like his own, if only he would flirt with them. Be suggestive both in dress and mannerism.
When he turned sixteen, he worked furiously on the old truck, using his mom’s SUV on weekends to go into town to hang out with friends. He had the motor back together and in the engine bay. The alternator was installed and radiator back in place. The one thing he needed was a new carburetor, and he was saving up for the four barrel one that would give the big block V-8 more power. When Christmas arrived, he found a wrapped box under the tree from his grandfather. It was unusual for his grandparents gave all the grandchildren money, letting them pick their own gifts. He picked it up, feeling the weight of it and started to shake it when his father told him to just open it.
It was a new carburetor, something that cost so much he was taken aback. He looked over at his father in surprise. It was the Christmas his grandparents visited his cousins up in Montgomery, so he looked to his father for explanation.
“Dad had to do what you are doing, rebuild an old truck for himself, although his had been an old Wagoneer. A 64 model, if I remember correctly. Anyway, he knew how hard you’ve worked on that truck and despite my telling him not to help, he got that for you,” his dad told him.
“It’s the four-barrel,” Jasper had whispered.
“Of course, dad knew which one you were eyeing. And one other thing, keep this to yourself. Don’t tell your cousins what you got.”
Jasper had smiled at his dad, and as soon as he had finished breakfast, he was in the barn putting the carburetor on the engine.
There were other things he had planned to do, like replace the tailgate, repaint the body, put in new taillight lens, but he was too excited to wait, for two days later the truck pulled out of the barn on its own power. The interior painted surfaces still looked good, and he had a new cover on the bench seat, but the gas gauge and AM radio didn’t work. He didn’t care, as he sat in the yard listening to the engine idle, occasionally revving it.
So, for the remainder of his junior year and all through his senior year, he had his own wheels and the sense of freedom it afforded him. With this newfound freedom came more confidence. Toward the end of his junior year, he came out to his closest friends, knowing the weakness of so many to gossip could backfire. There was some shock, one pushed back, but by the end of the school year, there was acceptance, if one was grudgingly given.
During the summer he grew bolder, staring down other boys his age, sizing them up without a moment’s hesitation. Almost daring them to say something. When he had arrived for his senior year, his biggest fear had come to be, for it was going through his small class he was gay. During one class change, two of the boys who liked to bully tried to corner him. At lunch, there were stares, even from some teachers, and he boldly crossed the dining room to where his friends sat. By the end of the first week, he knew who his friends were and those that were judgmental. The worst were the group that had Bible studies in school, prayed openly at lunch, holding hands inside the dining room so everyone could see. They made ugly comments Jasper initially ignored, then he pushed back, calling them out.
The atmosphere tested him, and he began to push back with each new encounter. It eventually made him more comfortable in his own skin, and he began to dress in a manner that showed this comfort. He wore jeans that hung loose around the waist but snug around the ass and crotch. He didn’t shy away from his aroused state, not caring who saw his crotch bulge. He wore tank tops, muscle shirts, and mesh football jerseys that revealed his upper body. It scared some of the other boys, made them avoid being alone with him. He saw the looks in P.E. and how the boys turned their backs to him afraid to let him see them naked, while he strolled unabashed out of the locker room to the showers and back.
Just before Thanksgiving, his parents got a phone call from one of the other parents, and that night they confronted him about the rumor going around that he was gay. He admitted it, told them the truth about how long he knew and why he kept it secret. He feared their rejection and judgment. On Thanksgiving they sat around the dining table as a family and despite the tension that still existed, there was a nod of acceptance, some unspoken tolerance that increased and relaxed over time.
Graduation, and Jasper found himself free of the school system and working on the farm full-time. He began to be restless. The waiting during school, telling himself it would be better after graduation, hadn’t materialized as he expected. He knew it was up to him, for he needed to put himself out there. Flirt a bit, hit on the guys he thought were willing, and even tackle the blind dating afforded by the internet.
Evergreen was small but had a busy downtown, and out on the outskirts near the interstate, a community college, shopping centers, and two tractor dealerships. Jasper went over the interstate, past the development facing it and headed toward downtown. He would stop on the way at an inspection station. Following the traffic, a log truck backing them up, he eased along until the old service station that was now a mechanic’s shop and inspection station came into view. He pulled up to the front and looked inside at the older man behind the counter. A sour expression and mannerisms that were gruff. He looked in the three open garage bays spotting one of the guys. He stared at him trying to will the guy to look his way, but after picking up a wrench, the guy turned back to the Ford with its hood up.
Jasper looked at the front entry, the old wood door with a full panel of glass with stickers covering more than half of its surface. None stated: ‘No shirt, no shoes, no service’, and he climbed out leaving his shirt on the seat. He felt the cooling of his skin where his back had been against the seat, but across the shoulders and back of his neck, the heat of the sun. Sweat trickled down his sides and his body felt loose and relaxed with the heat.
The old man barely gave him a second look, just took his registration and keys, and went out a side door into the garage. Jasper watched him move past the guy at the Ford to the last bay. The hood of the Ford blocked his view, but he saw blue coveralls move in front of the old man. Then they headed to the open garage door, and he saw the guy. Reddish-brown hair, a goatee, and a muscular body visible through the unzipped coveralls. They were open down to the stomach, and Jasper smiled at the exposure afforded him. He ambled out the front door as the guy climbed into his truck. The guy looked his way, smiled, then backed up in the parking lot and drove over to the last bay.
Hands shoved down into his pockets Jasper strolled to the last bay. He ambled along the side of his truck until at the front fender where he watched the guy raise the hood. When the guy looked his way, he pushed down feeling the jeans ride down low on his waist, as he smiled back. He saw the guy look, eyes going down, then back up quickly. Moving to the front of the truck, standing only a couple of feet apart he could see the guy’s chest. A tattoo over the right nipple and a small scar under the left one. He saw the shadow of beard from not shaving for a day or two, and green eyes glance at him, then look away. He felt his sex, aroused by what stood in front of him and he did nothing to prevent his cock from pushing outward on his jeans. He felt rivulets of sweat on his chest, and he dragged the fingers of his left hand up his chest capturing it, wiping it off on his jeans.
“It’s hot as fuck, isn’t it?” asked Jasper, keeping his voice low and husky.
“Y-y-y-yeah,” the guy stammered, turning away from him to adjust the testing equipment.
Jasper felt his sex, aroused by the guy bent over his engine compartment. He imagined doing something with the guy. Pushing him over the front of his truck and pulling the coveralls down. Laying him on the rolling cart used to get under cars. Or shoving him into the cab on the bench seat. Each scenario was the same in the aspect that he saw the guy on bottom taking his thick hard cock. He might still be a virgin, but he had watched enough porn to know what he wanted. And what he wanted was to fuck.
“Do I pass your inspection?” asked Jasper.
The guy raised up too fast, hitting his head on the hood.
“Fuck,” the guy uttered, then he stammered in reply, “I-I-I think s-s-s-o.”
For the few minutes it took to do the inspection, the guy dropped tools, ran into the rolling tool cart, and avoided Jasper’s stare. When he finished, he turned to the computer that would print out the report and didn’t look back.
“It’s done. Go on inside and Carl can check you out.”
“Can’t you check me out?”
“N-n-no,” the guy stammered.
Jasper strolled back into the cool lobby and watched the guy back his truck out of the last bay and park it out front. It amazed him how an older guy was so flummoxed by his flirting. He laughed, then turned to see the gruff sour Carl coming to the counter.
Two days later, the tractor dealership called to let them know the new tractor they had ordered had arrived. Jasper had taken the call and asked when to expect its delivery.
“Should be there before three,” the manager replied.
“Who will be bringing it out?” Jasper asked, knowing it was unimportant, but he wanted to know if he should get his hopes up.
“Not sure. Jacob is off today, and Matt is down in Godwin Springs picking up a tractor.”
“I guess it doesn’t matter. Dad is gone to Montgomery with mom, but I’ll be here.”
“I’ll let whoever brings it out know,” the manager replied before hanging up.
Jasper was dressed in filthy jeans and a plaid shirt that was faded and loose, for he was spreading composite over a new garden bed his mother wanted ready for fall planting. It was not his best look, and he went in to clean up and put on something more provocative, just in case it was one of the guys that he found attractive. He wondered if it would be Stacy from the shop. With a tall lanky body and short dark hair, Jasper imagined the long arms and legs wrapping around his body as he fucked him. Then he thought of Bill, an older guy, early forties and a stocky muscular build, then he considered Marc, a blonde pretty boy. Then he thought of Brandy Cunningham, all six foot plus tall muscular man. He knew Brandy was only four years older, but he was to his eyes, a man. Always had the shadow of a beard, and a deep husky voice, and hands that were big, masculine, hands he imagined Brandy using to hold his own legs up as he fucked his round ass.
He showered, then slipped on boxers and went into his closet for a pair of jeans. He flipped past the new ones, those with the perfect worn and frayed appearance, until he came to a pair his mom kept threatening to toss out. The knees were busted out, the left pocket hung half off with a hole in the seat where it pulled loose. There was a hole in the crotch and one where his keys sat in his front pocket. The legs were frayed, and the crotch so worn it was almost white. He pulled them out and started to put them on then stopped. He looked at the frayed and torn jeans and the holes in the crotch and on the ass and smiled devilishly. He stripped off the boxers then put them on. They needed a belt to stay up, but he didn’t bother, letting them ride low. He was tempted to go shirtless, but knew there was something about being partially concealed, the tease of it that could be more enticing to another. He pulled out a tank top, one purchased at the beach with thin straps and cut low at the neck and arms. It barely concealed his nipples and as he looked in the mirror how the bright yellow tank top looked against his skin, he felt them harden with the rub of the soft fabric. He felt them, rubbed his fingers over the hard nubs, then pinched down on them as he had learned to do, feeling the pain surge down his spine making his cock flex and start to grow erect.
Just before three, a large truck pulling a trailer with their new tractor arrived. It eased down the drive around the house to the rear yard that sat between it and the two barns. Jasper came out and laughed when he saw Brandy Cunningham climb down from the truck. He wondered how far he could push him. Far enough to actually do something, he wondered, as he stepped down off the porch and crossed the yard. As he passed the picnic table on the patio, he pulled the tank top off, tossing it on the table. He felt the heat of the day against his bare skin, the warmth of the breeze and the sun on his shoulders. He slipped his hands down in the front pockets and as he came up to Brandy, he pushed down causing his jeans to ride lower.
“Hey Brandy,” said Jasper in a low husky tone.
“H-h-hey…Jasper…I…huh, just need to unload the tractor and…” stammered Brandy, turning away from him.
Brandy moved around the trailer. Releasing the chains used to secure the tractor. Jasper followed, keeping just behind him where he saw the quick glances back from time to time.
Jasper wondered what it took to get a guy to do something. How far could he push it, and did he just need to be bold enough to take the next step. He watched Brandy lower the ramps for each wheel then climb up on the tractor. After letting it run for a minute, Brandy eased it back down the trailer and ramp and onto the ground. Jasper watched him pull it around the truck and up to their barn where he shut it off.
Jasper strolled over to him as he went over the tractor one more time.
“Everything in order,” asked Jasper.
“Yes, I think so,” Brandy replied as he bent over to look underneath making sure there were no oil leaks.
Jasper stepped up behind him, so close he was almost touching him, and Brandy sensed his presence. He saw how it froze Brandy in place, bent over and not moving. He reached out and put his hand on the lower back.
“I glad it was you that brought the tractor out,” Jasper whispered as he moved his hand in small circular motion.
“Jasper,” Brandy uttered, “don’t.”
“Don’t? Don’t what?” Jasper asked as he moved his hand down over the round ass. He felt a slight push back and knew Brandy couldn’t tell him to stop. “You want me to stop?”
Brandy kept his head down, letting Jasper feel his ass. After a long time, he finally replied. “No.”
“Get on your knees,” Jasper uttered.
Brandy turned and went to his knees and Jasper moved up so close it made him lean back. Jasper pushed the cap off Brandy’s head and ran fingers through his hair. He closed the hand into a fist and pulled Brandy to his stomach where he felt lips touch his skin and an exhale heat it. Hands held tight to his thighs, and he let go of Brandy’s hair and watched him kiss his stomach, then along the top of his jeans. It was so close to his cock, it made him start to grow erect. He watched Brandy bite down on the front flap of his jeans and pull until the button slipped free. Brandy kissed the newly exposed skin as he reached up and tugged the zipper down. More skin came into view, and he kissed it. Pubic hair came into view, and he ran his nose through it. Then the base of Jasper’s cock came into view and Brandy hesitated, pulled back and looked at the thickening shaft.
Jasper reached down and pulled his cock free. It was nearly its full size when erect and he stroked it in Brandy’s face, then rubbed it across his mouth.
“Suck me,” Jasper commanded and watched the lips wrap around the head and slide forward, taking inch after inch until half was in Brandy’s mouth. “That’s it, suck my cock.”
Brandy moved tentatively on it, working his mouth along the thick shaft, never able to take all of it. While he sucked, he tugged the jeans down and with Jasper’s help got them free of each leg, tossing them to the side. Jasper stood naked as Brandy sucked his cock, tongued the tightening sac, and kissed the bare flesh around his groin.
Finally, a guy was sucking his cock. Jasper stood with fists balled up trying to slow his aroused state. He wanted it to last but the feel of Brandy on his cock was too much. It was so much better than his fantasies. The slick heat of the mouth and the way the tongue dragged over it. He shuddered at the manipulation, and when he could hold back no longer, he grabbed Brandy by the head and held him in place as he pumped his hips a few times. He felt his cock flex, grow even harder, then he shuddered and jerked with his release. Brandy choked as he filled his mouth with cum.
Jasper pulled out of Brandy’s mouth, cock wet and still hard, and he pulled him to his feet. He began to undo the buttons of his shirt, fingers working frantically. Brandy stood as if in a daze, letting him do it. He slid the shirt off the shoulders and roughly tugged it off each arm. He undid the belt, then the jeans and tugged everything down.
“Kick your damn shoes off,” Jasper uttered in a desperate tone.
Brandy kicked his shoes off and then helped get his legs free of his jeans and boxers. He stood naked, cock hard and leaking. Jasper looked at his body. The mat of chest hair and the trail down the stomach to the pubic hair over the hard cock. It was slightly shorter than his own and not as thick, but it was a man’s cock, and he took it in hand. He stroked it smearing the slick along the shaft, then bent to suck his first cock. He licked the head capturing the taste of it, then he sucked it into his mouth as far as he could.
“Oh…fuck,” Brandy uttered in a breathless whisper.
Jasper eased to his knees as he moved his mouth on the cock. He ran his hands up the hairy legs letting them tickle his palms, then he held the narrow waist and worked his mouth on Brandy with a determination to get his reward. It didn’t take long, Brandy so aroused, that Jasper felt the cock flex against the roof of his mouth, then fill it with cum. He swallowed, one thick wad after the next, wondering how much Brandy could shoot. But all too soon, Brandy was spent. He stood and saw the glassy eyed expression and took advantage of the moment. With his own cock still hard, he guided Brandy to turn around and bent him at the waist. With Brandy’s hands braced on a front tire, he moved behind him.
Jasper rubbed his wet, slick cock up and down the ass. He pushed against it and felt a push back. Grabbing Brandy by the neck, he bent him over until his head was against the tire and his ass cheeks spread for him. He rubbed his cock along the crevice, focusing on the tight opening. He rubbed over it until it was wet, and Brandy was moaning. Then he pushed against it. He wanted to feel it, his first penetration. He wanted it so bad, he pushed too hard and sank a few inches of cock into Brandy making him cry out. He saw the back shiver and felt a slight move forward to lessen his penetration, but Brandy didn’t move too far, keeping him inside his hole.
Holding the narrow waist, Jasper pushed slowly, sinking his cock deeper into Brandy. He watched the opening stretch to accommodate his thick cock. He pushed, then tugged out, watching the opening stretch and flex with his ministrations. He sank deeper and deeper until Brandy took every inch, and his hips were pressed against the firm round ass cheeks. He held still for a minute savoring the feel of it, the soft heat enveloping his cock. Tightening his hold on the waist he tugged back slowly, feeling every inch slip free until the head of his cock was hovering just outside the opening. Then he pushed forward, breached the opening once again, and sank all the way in. Brandy cried out while pushing back.
“You want me to fuck you?” Jasper asked as he held his cock buried inside him.
“Yes…please…do it, do it, fuck me,” Brandy uttered keeping his head down.
Jasper began to fuck, to tug outward and shove back in, over and over, rocking Brandy with every penetration. He fucked hard, increasing his pace until he bumped against the firm ass with every shove inward.
“Harder…fuck me harder,” Brandy uttered in a guttural tone, making Jasper smile.
Holding tight to the waist, Jasper increased his pace until the sound of their bodies smacking together echoed around the yard. He hammered his cock into the depths of Brandy’s hole, thrusting with all his strength. He watched the back shudder and beads of sweat form on the skin. He saw Brandy use his right hand to start stroking his own cock. It spurned him to keep fucking, and not to slow. He kept up his brutal pace until he felt feverish, burning up with his exertions. His muscles burned and sweat ran down his torso.
When he felt close, Jasper slowed, pulling his cock free. He let it flex in the gap between them as he watched Brandy’s hole slowly close. Then he shoved forward breaching it again. It made Brandy shudder and cry out, and he did again, over and over, until he had to resume their fuck. Shoved all the way back into Brandy’s depths, he tried to jam it deeper, banging his hips against the firm ass. He rocked Brandy forward banging his head against the tire and kept fucking relentlessly.
Brandy cried out and Jasper felt the body in his tight grasp shake and shiver. He saw cum spray the tire, then the ground as the tight opening spasm around his cock. He kept fucking while Brandy came, not letting up until he felt his own release. He pulled back and shoved in as hard as he could, jamming his hips against the firm ass and came. He shuddered with each ejaculation, continuing to jam his cock inward with each one, until finally spent.
Brandy turned and went to his knees gasping for breath as Jasper stood straight feeling his heated body try to cool down in the hot humid air. His cock finally began to go flaccid, and he saw Brandy eyeing it. It was a look of one amazed at what had happened, and there was something else about it. Jasper moved forward until he had his cock in Brandy’s face.
“Clean it off,” Jasper whispered.
Jasper watched amazed as Brandy took him in his mouth, sucked the cum off, then drew his lips along the shaft drawing out the last of his load. It made Jasper shudder when Brandy licked the drop of cum from the slit.
“Nasty fuck,” Jasper whispered, while laughing.
Brandy looked up and smiled. He shook his head and Jasper knew it meant he was shocked at his own behavior.
“I need to get going,” said Brandy, climbing to his feet. He picked up his clothes and got dressed as Jasper leaned against the tire.
Jasper saw Brandy was once again acting shy, cutting his eyes at him then just as quickly looking away. He wondered if they would ever do it again, or if Brandy would refuse after considering it. He picked up his jeans and put then on, then watched Brandy fold the ramps up and secure them. The paperwork handed off Brandy climbed into the truck.
“I’ll see you around,” said Brandy just before he closed the door.
“Yeah, okay,” Jasper replied wondering if there would ever be a second time. He watched Brandy negotiate the truck in the yard and head back to the road. He smiled about what they had done. It had been better than he had imagined and he couldn’t wait to have sex again. He wondered if it would Brandy, or if he would have to pursue someone else.
It was late on a Thursday night, Jasper having just left his family at the restaurant in Evergreen. They were headed home, and he was going to make a run to the large department store on the edge of town. His mom needed envelops and he needed washer fluid for his truck. The parking lot was nearly empty for the store closed soon, allowing Jasper to park close to the entry. He went past the security gates and headed to the back of the store, where it seemed everything he came for was located.
As he walked down the main aisle, he saw Mrs. Wilson browsing fabrics and along the back cross aisle there were the Miller sisters looking at videos. He nodded when Lisa looked his way, but he didn’t slow to talk. She had flirted with him incessantly in high school to the point he avoided her, then when it came out he was gay, she had been one to want to question him nonstop about it.
At the office and school supplies, he looked down the aisles for the one with envelops until he came to one Tyler Dawson was stocking shelves. He froze for a moment, just staring at the guy. Tyler had gone to Northside High, the county school that served the region north of town, and it was a rival to his own school, Samford High that served a region to the south of town. Jasper had played baseball and it was in their game against each other last spring that he really got a good look at Tyler. Jet black hair and a fair skin tone, he found Tyler attractive. Slightly shorter than his own six one, but with a more muscular body. He thought about the way Tyler’s ass filled out his uniform and the arms bulged with muscle. He had fantasized about Tyler for weeks after their game, barely remembering how they had lost to Northside. Standing at the end of the aisle he watched Tyler place small boxes of product on the shelves.
Tyler turned, as if aware someone was looking at him, and he smiled when he saw Jasper.
“Hey, you’re Jasper, from Samford.”
“Yes, and you’re Tyler…from Northside.”
“Can I help you find something?” Tyler asked and all Jasper registered at first was the perfect smile with its straight teeth. “Jasper?”
“Oh, yes, envelops.”
“They’re right here,” Tyler replied reaching to his left, taking down a box. He held it out toward Jasper.
Jasper finally found his feet and moved to take the box. “Thanks,” he uttered, then he stood still not wanting to leave.
“Is there something else you need?” asked Tyler.
“I was just wondering…you work here full time?”
“Just for the summer. I’m going out to the community college for some courses then hope to get a job in construction.”
“Construction? Something to take you to a big city, or…” Jasper let his voice trail off, reminded once again how so many leave the area after high school.
“I want to build houses. Maybe even design them. I’d like to stay in the area if I can but who knows. What are you doing?”
“Farming with dad.”
“You’re a farm boy? I’d never guess that.”
“What do you mean by that?” asked Jasper.
“I don’t know. It’s just…you seem different from the guys I know.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Jasper asked, stepping closer to Tyler. He expected Tyler to take a step back, like most guys would do when he got into their space. But Tyler stood his ground and smiled at him.
“No, of course not.”
Jasper suddenly wanted to push Tyler, feel him out to see if there was any interest. He had had such a crush on him after they played against each other, and now Tyler was right in front of him within arm’s reach. He put his hand on the top of his jeans and raked it upward, pulling his t-shirt up revealing his stomach. He watched Tyler’s eyes, seeing them go down and watch him reveal his stomach, then look back up staring him in the eyes, defiantly, as if daring him to do more.
“I have to grab one more item then go check out but…what time do you get off?”
It was insinuating the way Jasper asked the question and he saw Tyler look down then back to him grinning. “I’m to clock out within fifteen minutes after we close. Why? You want to…do something,” Tyler whispered.
“You still have that old Jeep?”
“Of course.”
“You want to take me for a ride…maybe down to Moccasin Creek.”
There was an old logger’s camp site on the creek, accessible only with a four-wheel drive vehicle. The old road had not been graded in years, and was washed out in several places. It was a place Tyler’s Jeep could take them where no one would bother them.
Tyler smiled, stepping closer to Jasper. Barely a foot separated them. “I wondered about you last spring. I hope I’m not disappointed,” he whispered as he reached out and groped him.
“I’ll see you in the parking lot. I’m in the white Dodge truck in front.”
“It’s not a good idea to leave it in the parking lot. Meet me at the water tower. I’ll be right behind you,” Tyler replied, then he picked up the empty box on the floor and headed to the stock room as Jasper turned to head to automotive to grab washer fluid.
Jasper was parked at the water tower sitting at the end of a row of vehicles. They belonged to shift workers at the papermill down in Brewton. People would carpool, taking turns driving, with the others parking at the water tower. It was a convenient place to leave his truck while he went off with Tyler. Anyone who saw it would think nothing of it.
Sitting in the dark, he watched for headlights coming his way. Tyler drove a Jeep, but not one most would expect. Not a Wrangler, or a Cherokee, or one of the older CJ models, but an early sixties Wagon. A two-door high body vehicle that had been heavily modified. Jasper had only seen it from a distance and was curious about it. Headlights rounded the curve and less than a minute later he heard the rumbling motor as Tyler eased off the road and pulled in front of him.
Jasper opened the door and climbed into Wagon shocked at the spartan interior. The only gauge was in the center of the dash, and it was all metal, from one side to the other. He fastened the lap belt feeling like he could fall out and saw Tyler grin at him, then ease back onto the road. The engine noise was only drowned out by the tire noise, and it was obvious they were not going that fast. Tyler worked the steering wheel to keep it straight and it bounced over every bump in the road. But he grinned like a fool at how much he liked the old thing.
“How did you come across this? I’ve never seen one before I saw you in it last winter.”
“I belonged to my grandfather’s uncle, and he bought it from him back in the late seventies. He used it up at a cabin in the mountains, going down trails to find good fishing spots.”
“How did you get it?”
“It hadn’t run in years, and I pulled it out of the barn last year and we dropped a new motor in it. I thought granddad might let me use it on occasion but last Christmas he gave me the keys and said it was mine since I’m the one who got it running.”
“I bet a lot of guys like to go for rides in it,” said Jasper, fishing for some admittance from Tyler.
“A lot of the guys in high school wanted to go off-roading in it, but I told them it was too old and needed more work done on it first, putting them off.”
“You lied?”
“Yes. They just wanted to rag it out, see what it would do.”
“But you’ll let me ride in it,” uttered Jasper.
“Yeah…I want to see what you’ll do,” Tyler replied.
Jasper chuckled, then felt silly for it, but he heard Tyler do the same. They rode down the road until they came to Jack Springs Road where Tyler turned right heading to the old logging road that would take them down to Moccasin Creek. They rode in silence and for Jasper it was a time to think of the possibilities. He imagined one scenario after the next until he had to adjust his cock.
Going down the rutted, washed-out logging road, Tyler eased along slowly, letting the drivetrain do its job. Before long, the road came to an end at a wide flat area, and just beyond a group of trees, the lights reflected off the slow-moving waters of the creek. Tyler pulled close to the trees and turned around, parking with them facing out.
It was quiet with the engine shut off, just the shift in the seat by Tyler and Jasper hearing his own breathing as he sat excited being alone with him. He turned to say something when a hand grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him over. Lips came to his own and he opened to them. He felt a hand on his left thigh, the touch firm, confident, then it was moving upward until groping his hardening cock.
“Let’s take off our clothes then get out,” Tyler whispered then sat back and began undoing buttons.
Jasper watched him by the dim overhead light then leaned forward and tugged his t-shirt off. He raised his ass, undoing his jeans, then working everything down his legs, kicking off sneakers and working each leg free as he saw Tyler do the same next to him.
Tyler was so fair skinned he seemed to glow in the dim light and Jasper was unable to stop himself from looking. He let his eyes graze over the exposed body from the muscular chest, down the flat stomach to the cock rising between muscular thighs. He reached over and took the hardening cock and stroked it making Tyler moan.
“It’s too cramped in here; let’s get out,” said Tyler opening his door.
Jasper wondered what Tyler had in mind. Were they going to fuck standing up or just wallow on the sand? He moved to the rear of the Wagon where Tyler was raising the rear window. He stood and watched the lower panel dropped into place realizing it made a larger platform than his truck’s tailgate when lowered. Tyler reached in and pulled a blanket from behind the seats and spread it over the metal bed and tailgate. When Tyler turned, he was moving to him, taking him by the back of the neck and kissing him as passionately as Tyler had done him.
Jasper wondered if Tyler would try to get him to bottom, then he tried to decide it he would do it. But Tyler pulled him around to the back of the tailgate and went to his knees. Jasper threw his head back and closed his eyes focusing on the sensation of Tyler sucking his cock. He braced himself on the broad shoulders and slowly pumped his hips increasing the sensations. Tyler sucked until he was so hard his cock flexed when finally released.
Jasper watched Tyler stand in front of him, then they touched each other. They touched with lips and fingers, feeling the shape and contours of the other. Fingers circled nipples and trailed down stomachs where they combed through pubic hair then toyed with hard cocks. Lips pressed together then dragged along jaws, around ears, down necks and along shoulders. They explored the other, increased their arousal while whispering in the other’s ear small encouragements or soft pleadings. Tyler took Jasper by the upper arms and guided him to follow as he backed up to the tailgate. He laid back bringing his legs up, resting them on Jasper’s shoulders.
“Fuck me,” Tyler uttered as he took Jasper in hand and guided him to his opening.
Jasper felt the tightness, the resistance as he pushed against the opening. Then he felt the head of his cock squeeze through it. He shuddered with the feel of the penetration. Tyler growled, then cried out as Jasper slowly pushed inch after inch through the tightness.
Jasper pushed until he was pressed against the spread ass and he held still. It was different from his fuck with Brandy. That had been a physical fuck, but this time he wanted it to be different. They were alone, hidden from sight during the middle of night. His old fantasies came rushing back to him as he slowly pulled back and began to fuck. Slowly, letting the two of them feel every inch of his cock. He pushed inward all the way and pulled out until nearly slipping free. He felt the tightness around his cock lessen, then he felt fingers dig into his thighs.
“Keep going…don’t stop,” Tyler uttered.
Yes, don’t stop, Jasper thought as he tugged his cock outward, then began to fuck with a steady rhythm. He bumped against the spread ass, then held back allowing him to swing his hips faster and faster. The overhead light barely lit them, but Tyler seemed to glow in it, and he saw the body undulate, push against him as he sank into its depths, then he saw the head lift up with eyes in dark shadow.
“Jesus, fuck me, fuck me harder,” Tyler begged.
Jasper increased his pace, slammed his cock into Tyler’s depths, hips smacking against ass. The truck squeaked on its suspension as he fucked harder and harder. He felt his body heat up, sweat trickle down his chest, sides and back. His muscles burned with his exertions and his breathing grew labored. Far too soon, he felt it, the surge of release. His body tensed, cock feeling twice as big and ten times more sensitive. He fucked it furiously inside Tyler until it was too late to slow.
“OH…oh,” Jasper uttered, then he held the legs against his chest, shoved into the depths of Tyler’s body, and came.
Jasper was still inside Tyler, cock still hard when he felt the hands on his thighs tighten their grip.
“Don’t stop,” uttered Tyler, “keep fucking,” he added.
Jasper began to move in the wet slick hole. He tugged outward until his cock was bobbing up and down between them, then he pushed back in, sinking all the way into Tyler and began to fuck again.
Jasper watched Tyler stroke his own cock as he shoved into his depths with an increasing pace. The Jeep began to squeak and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh echoed in the woods. It increased his arousal, made him feel his masculinity. Every sensation seemingly derived from his hard cock as he hammered it inside of Tyler.
“Fuck me…fuck me,” Tyler repeated. His hand was a blur, and he arched his back, pushing against Jasper taking every inch.
Jasper felt his own imminent release. His muscles tightened and all he felt was his cock as it grew harder and thicker. He opened his eyes and looked at Tyler twist and squirm then shudder with release. Cum splattered in Tyler’s face, then rained down on his chest and stomach. The odor of it hit Jasper and he shoved into the squirming body and came a second time.
They rode back to the water tower in silence, looking at each other grinning foolishly. Jasper glanced over at Tyler wondering about his own feelings toward him. Tyler had been such a crush back in the spring and he didn’t trust himself with him. The sex had been satisfying to such a degree he kept wondering how often Tyler would be willing to do it again. Fucking Brandy had been fun but all through their sex and especially after, Brandy seemed skittish, as if he would flee at any moment. Tyler on the other hand had been so willing, so open on what he wanted, just spreading his legs opening himself up. As Tyler pulled off the road and parked behind his truck, he looked over again and wondered how soon he could get Tyler alone again. He was spent but still felt some stirrings of arousal.
“Hey, I’m glad we ran into each other,” said Tyler. “Do you think we can get together again?”
“I would like nothing more. When?” asked Jasper breaking into a smile.
Sunday afternoon had a break in the weather. Rain over night dropped temperatures back into the upper seventies and a gentle breeze blew from the south. Jasper changed into shorts and tank top, went down to the garage, and pulled out his bicycle. He had not had time to ride it in some time requiring him to air up the tires and do a quick inspection of the brakes and chain. He pushed it out into the sunshine, climbed on, and road out.
He road down the highway to Huntington Lane and turned north. It would give him a twenty-three-mile loop by going up to Highway 54, east to 99, then back south to the road he lived on. For his mountain bike, it would be long enough to tire him. He pedaled at a steady pace, shifting gears on inclines down to creeks and up to the other side. He felt his heart rate increase and the tank top clung to his sweaty torso. At the intersection with 54, he tugged the tank top off and shoved it into his back pocket, then set off heading east. He road past the Hudson’s dairy farm and the fishpond at the Baker’s place. As he rode along, he noticed a new truck at the Baker’s house and a new mailbox at the Peterson drive wondering if it had been the victim of some of his younger classmates from school.
As he approached Moccasin Creek where the road curved down a steep incline, bridged over, then climbed up the other side in a long gradual incline to the next plateau, he shifted down and built up his speed. He knew from experience, no matter how much speed he gained, it would not be enough for the other side. He cut through the air with head bent down feeling it coarse through his helmet. His legs pedaled easily using the incline to his fullest advantage.
The bridge came into view. and he hit the brakes, scrubbing speed as fast as he dared. Coming across the bridge was a combine, its header as wide as the bridge.
“Shit,” Jasper uttered with the realization he would have to power up the other side from the bottom.
He finally came to a stop and walked his bike to the shoulder of the road, letting the combine pass with Steven Andrews in the cab. Steven was five years older, and Jasper looked at him surprised at the change since his graduation from high school. He had gained a lot of weight and grew a full beard, looking like one of those doomsday-survivalist he saw on television. Once the combine passed, he walked his bicycle back into the road and stood on the pedals, building up speed and his own determination for the climb to the top.
Halfway up, as Jasper came to the drive leading to the Davis’ place that sat back into the woods, he saw Cody ride out on his bicycle. They had been classmates and friends, although the last couple of years they had grown apart, Cody dating Melisa, then Tina, while he avoided the whole subject of dating. It had been something that drove them apart.
Cody had been the class pretty boy, blonde haired, tanned skin, and vivid blue eyes. The girls flirted with him constantly and Jasper had struggled with his own attraction to his friend, to the point it became another reason they grew apart.
Jasper saw Cody ride out to the highway and stop, and he realized Cody was waiting on him. He looked at the white athletic shirt and how it clung to the lean body. Then he noticed how Cody had let his hair grow out, blonde hair going down to his shoulders. When he drew near, he realized the white bicycle shorts left little to the imagination making him struggle not to stare at the outline of cock that was visible. One quick glance further down reminded him how Cody’s legs were smooth and almost hairless.
“Hey Jasper, you want some company?” asked Cody as Jasper pulled to a stop in front of him.
“You’re not afraid to be seen with the class queer?” Jasper asked in mock outrage.
Cody laughed, shaking his head. “No, asshole, I’m not. You want to ride together or not?”
Jasper smiled. “Let’s go.”
They rode to 99, but instead of turning right, they turned left, with a new route in mind. It would take them to the edge of Evergreen, where they would circle back on Hollis Lane, a road all the locals called Jackass Road, for Raymond Hollis and his father before him had raised them on their farm. For miles they talked about their graduating from high school, Jasper working on the farm and Cody preparing to leave for college in the fall.
Jasper heard the excitement in Cody’s voice. The anticipation of leaving this rural area and pursuing a different life. A part of him was envious, this chance for something new, a life with the possibility of adventure, but he knew his own desires. He wanted to farm. He liked working the land and raising animals. He liked the way it made his body feel after a long day.
“You still dating Tina Duncan?” asked Jasper as they came to the outskirts of town.
“No,” Cody replied, then added after a silence, “I broke up with her.”
“Why?”
“She wants a ring, to settle down and have children. It was all she talked about, with no plan on how to make it work. I’m going to college to study nursing and…”
Cody hesitated, let the unfinished sentence hang between them.
“You’re not coming back to this place is what you mean,” said Jasper.
Cody nodded his head, grinning at Jasper.
“I didn’t know you were interested in nursing,” said Jasper.
“I considered trying medical school to be a doctor, but there was so much involved, and I talked with Dr. Owens and soon realized I’d rather be a nurse. And it is something that takes less college, therefore less money to accomplish.”
“Hey, lets stop for a drink,” said Jasper, seeing the convenience store up ahead. “I’ve got my wallet so I can pay for yours.”
“How do you know I don’t have mine?” asked Cody.
“Are you kidding me? In those shorts I can see everything,” Jasper replied, regretting it immediately. He had just confessed to Cody of checking him out. Cautiously, he glanced over. Cody was standing on the pedals coasting toward the store and he looked over shaking his head.
“Pervert,” Cody joked.
“Hey, I’m not wearing see through shorts,” Jasper replied, following Cody off the road into the parking lot.
Sitting on the edge of the sidewalk in front of the store, bicycles laying on their sides nearby, Jasper and Cody drank the sports drinks while watching people come and go. Drinks finished, they straddled their bicycle and headed out. Traffic was heavier, keeping them in single file until finally back in the countryside. Jasper pulled up next to Cody and they slowed their pace as they headed back south.
“Can I ask you something?” asked Cody.
“Sure.”
“Are you a virgin? I mean, well, there is no problem meeting girls but for someone who’s gay…is there any opportunity?”
“You think I’m the only gay person around here?”
“No, but…so you’ve met someone?”
“If you’re talking about someone to go out on dates, no, but…” Jasper looked at Cody and grinned.
“So, you’ve hooked up with someone? Who?”
“I’m not telling you that,” Jasper laughed as he responded.
They rode a couple of miles, turned off the main road onto one not even marked, just a narrow slag road that cut across the countryside,
“What’s it like?” asked Cody.
“What’s what like?”
“Sex with a guy?”
“I imagine its like sex with a girl. You kiss and touch and fuck. Why?”
“But…it’s two guys.”
“So?”
“I’m not being judgmental. I’m just curious.”
“Curious? How so?”
“A guy lets another penetrate them. Doesn’t it hurt? Did you do that?”
“Well, I was on top,” Jasper replied. He wondered about the roles of two guys, how it was for him and wanting to be on top. Then there was Tyler, obviously wanting to be on bottom. He knew some guys would flip roles, be on top or bottom. Did it matter? he wondered. Even at eighteen and so inexperienced in relationships between guys, he knew deep down it didn’t matter. The old adage never rang truer: to each his own.
They rode past pastures, then over a mile where both sides of the road were lined with pine planted in rigid rows, all the trees tall spindly looking things. Cody had fallen back, and Jasper led them along the road until he saw the old Buchannan place. The house had burned down back in the eighties, but the two barns were still sitting on the property. For about ten years or so, Terry Andrews farmed the land, utilizing the barns, but the land was sandy and with the weather getting drier in the summer, it was just a way to lose money. Since then, the fields were planted in pine and the barns abandoned.
Cody pulled up next to Jasper.
“You never told me what it was like,” said Cody.
Jasper knew what he meant, and he wondered at this curiosity. Why did Cody want to know? Did he want to try it? He stifled a grin as he looked over at Cody.
“You want to find out?”
“What? No,” Cody replied far too quickly.
“Why not? Afraid you’ll like it?”
“No, it’s just…”
“You think it’ll make you less of a man?”
“No,” Cody whispered in reply. He road ahead, standing on the pedals increasing his speed. He rode hard for the quarter of a mile or so it took to get to the drive to the Buchannan place, then he pulled off the road and waited.
Jasper kept to his slow pace, giving Cody time to think. He had seen the look and wondered if he pushed him just a bit would he be willing. He liked the idea of doing one of his classmates, especially after all the shit he had put up with, but he also had to admit he liked Cody. He didn’t seem them dating and becoming boyfriends, but he would have sex with him. He coasted the last forty feet, cutting into the dirt drive and stopping next to him.
“Cody, I won’t tell anyone. If you want to try it, I’ll do it with you, and you can stop it at any time.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously. You want to fuck around this afternoon, I’m game,” Jasper replied, joking in tone, hoping to put Cody at ease. He looked at the two barns, one larger than the other, and wondered if the smaller one would give them a place out of sight. “Hey, you want to check out the barns? I’ve never been in them.”
“Neither have I. Let’s go,” Cody replied.
They rode through the tall grass until at the smaller of the two. It had a lean-to on one side and in the middle a large door that was gapped open. Bikes stashed under the lean-to, they eased into the barn. It was low ceilinged, with a dirt floor down the middle. To the right, a raised wood floor ran from front to back. There were old seed bags and empty five-gallon buckets strewn across it, otherwise it was just dust and spiderwebs. To the back there was a ladder that led to the loft area.
“Come on, let’s go up and see what’s up there,” said Jasper, leading Cody to the ladder.
Jasper went up first, using a broken handle of some garden tool to knock away the spider webs. He stepped onto the floor and looked around the low roofed space. There was a table, a couple of busted chairs, a pew from a church and a child’s wagon that was missing a wheel. Cody came up beside him then strolled over to the pew.
“You want to have a church service?” Cody joked.
“Very funny,” Jasper replied, stepping up next to him. He stood close wondering if Cody would step away, but Cody stood there so close their hands brushed against each other. Jasper looked across the room, deliberately not looking at Cody. “I was serious, you know,” he whispered.
“I know,” Cody replied, brushing Jasper’s hand then standing still. “I can’t do it.”
Jasper was disappointed, more than he thought he would be. He had considered sex with Cody until it had begun to arouse him, only for Cody to reject it.
“It’s okay. It’s not like you’re gay,” whispered Jasper.
“No, I meant…you’ll have to start.”
Jasper grabbed Cody by the back of the neck knowing the real test was the simplest. Would he kiss him back? He pulled Cody toward him as he leaned down. Lips touched, then they were kissing passionately, at times open mouthed. He slid a hand down Cody’s back and cupped one ass cheek giving it a squeeze which elicited a moan as he moved along the jaw to the neck.
Jasper pulled back and grabbed the athletic shirt by the hem and tugged it upward. He ran hands over the bare chest, feeling nipples grow hard and the stomach suck in. Hands touched his own chest rubbing up and down. He pulled back again and pulled his tank top off so he could feel those hands against his bare skin. He kissed Cody on the neck while touching him. He tweaked one nipple then the other, then grew impatient, rubbing a hand down the flat chest, the heaving stomach, and over the crotch of the tight shorts. He felt it, the growing cock within. It was snaked out to the side, and he trailed his fingers along its length then toyed with the head. Cody moved against him, and he felt the hot torso against his own. He cupped Cody’s ass and pulled them together feeling a hard cock against his own growing erection. Reaching between them, Jasper undid Cody’s shorts and pushed them down until they feel around the ankles. He didn’t stop, working on the briefs next, working them over the hard cock and down until they too fell around the ankles. He guided Cody to move around, stepping on the shorts and briefs making him step out of them.
Cody was naked and his cock was hard. Jasper had him face the pew and Cody looked at him questioningly.
“Get on the seat on your knees,” Jasper uttered, pushing Cody to do as he asked.
Cody climbed on the seat of the pew on his knees facing the back. He held the top edge of it as Jasper came up behind him pressing against his back.
“I want you,” Jasper uttered, and he went to his knees behind Cody. He spread the round ass cheeks and dragged his tongue up the smooth crevice from bottom to top. He did it again and kept doing it until Cody’s ass was wet and he was moaning whorishly. Jasper held the cheeks apart and dragged his tongue over the wrinkled opening, flicking his tongue back and forth over it. Cody leaned forward, resting his chest on the back of the pew, while holding his head down.
Jasper then worked fingers along the slick crevice, up and down, slowly centering his attention on the wrinkled opening. Brandy had been lured into their sex, and Tyler had wanted it. With Cody, tentative about it, he would make him beg for it before long. He rubbed the opening until he felt Cody push back, then he penetrated it, pushing his index finger into him. Cody shivered and moaned. He worked the finger in the tight opening until it loosened. He pulled out, then squeezed two fingers into Cody, twisting and turning his hand and pushing the fingers inward all the way. He was opening Cody up, stretching that tight opening until he could take his cock. He manipulated Cody, teasingly toyed with his hole until Cody was begging him to do it.
Working three fingers into that tight hole, feeling it slowly stretch to accommodate them, Jasper used his other hand to undo his own shorts. He worked them open, letting them drop around the knees. He pushed his boxer briefs down, struggling to do it with one hand, but eventually found himself free of them. He leaned forward and kissed Cody on the lower back as he piston three fingers into his hole. Cody shuddered and lifted his head looking over the left shoulder.
“Fuck Jasper, do it, do it, put it in me.”
Jasper smiled as he slipped his fingers free. He rose to his feet, stroking his hard cock. He saw Cody’s eyes widen at the sight of his erection. The size of it, the thickness of the shaft and he didn’t wait for him to reconsider. He moved to that wet stretched opening and put his cock to it. A gentle push and he saw Cody shudder while lowering his head, then he felt it. The tight squeeze on his cock. He pushed slowly until the head was inside him and held still. He rubbed the sweating back, massaged the neck, then combed his fingers through the long blonde hair. He closed his fist and pulled Cody’s head back, and it turned with imploring eyes.
“Fuck me Jasper,” Cody whispered.
Jasper watched as Cody pushed back, taking inch after inch of his cock. He watched until over half was buried in the tight hole. He took Cody by the waist, feeling how narrow it truly was, and he pushed forward, sinking every inch into him, pressing hips against the round ass.
“Fuck…you got all of me,” Jasper uttered, then he kissed the middle of Cody’s back while holding still. He tasted the saltiness of Cody’s skin and he moved up to the neck and kissed him again as he tugged outward slowly.
Standing up straight, Jasper watched his cock slid out of Cody until the head was at the opening, and he pushed back in, slowly, watching each thick inch sink back into the hole. He kept it up, this slow fuck, grinding his hips against the ass when buried in the hole, then tugging his cock out until it nearly slipped free. He let Cody feel every inch push in and tug outward, over and over. A hand raked up the spine and he felt the way it was heating Cody up, sweat beading up until trickling down in a steady stream. He held the narrow waist and slowly increased his pace, working his hips faster and faster. He began to bump against the round ass, then smack against it. He saw Cody reach for his own cock, and he let go of the waist and took each arm and held them by the wrists. He wanted Cody to stay aroused, unable to touch himself, so he pulled the arms back and up, forcing Cody to lean over the back of the pew and he began to fuck with a brutal pace. He hammered his cock inside of him, working himself into a sweaty mess.
“Jesus…take me,” Jasper uttered as he felt his exertions. His body was burning up, sweat pouring form his hair and rivulets streaming down his chest and back. He fucked so hard the pew threatened to pitch over as it skidded across the floor. Cody cried out, moaned, and grunted with every push into his depths, then he lifted his head again.
“Goddamn, Jasper…fuck me…don’t stop.”
Jasper tried to keep going forever but he was too aroused, and the surge of release caused him to jam his cock into the depths of Cody’s hole and shudder with release. With each ejaculation, he tried to jam his cock deeper. He shoved against the round ass while ejaculating wad after wad. When he finally pulled out, he was spent and gasping for breath. But he didn’t stop for he knew Cody had to be close.
“Turn and sit,” Jasper barked.
Cody came off the pew and turned. Jasper saw the hard cock, how the shaft curved upward, and the head flared out wide, drooling precum from the slit. He stopped Cody from stroking it, pushing him to sit. He went to his knees and moved up between the spread legs. He put his hands on the legs just above the ankles and rubbed them up the smooth legs, over the knees and along the thighs. He didn’t stop, rubbing them up the abdomen, the stomach and over the chest as he leaned over and dragged his tongue along the right thigh, up the abdomen, the stomach, and over the chest. He moved to the left nipple, flicking his tongue over the hard nub. Then he pressed his lips over it and sucked, hard, making Cody moan. He bit down on it and felt Cody shuddered with the pain and pleasure of it.
“Stop, stop!” Cody exclaimed.
Jasper pulled back and moved down to Cody’s cock. It was curved up between the thighs with a long drool of precum trailing down from the slit. Tongue out, Jasper moved to capture it then moved up to the head, dragging his tongue over it, then putting his lips over it and pushing down. The flared head moved over his tongue and banged against the roof of his mouth as he sank down on it. He kept his lips tight as he drew his mouth up the curved shaft to the head. He tongued it, digging into the slit. Holding the shaft at the base, he focused on the head, toying with it, dragging his tongue over and around it. Stroking the shaft, he sucked on the head feeling it swell thicker. It flexed against the roof of his mouth and Cody cried out. Cum gushed from the cock quickly filling his mouth. He swallowed and swallowed, as more cum spurt from the flexing cock.
Then it was over, and Cody fell still, heaving for breath. Jasper sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth.
“How was it? Did you enjoy it?” asked Jasper.
“I…huh…yes,” Cody replied sheepishly.
“I wish I could fuck that ass again, but I really need to get home. Let’s get dressed and back on the road,” said Jasper as he picked up his own clothes.
His parents had a cookout, inviting over some of their friends, and Jasper had played the role of perfect gay son, avoiding the embarrassing questions, and doing nothing to draw attention to himself. It was late by the time everyone left, and the kitchen and dining room cleaned up. Jasper went to his room, killing the lights as he went, for he was the last heading to bed. He stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed. He lay there for a long time thinking of the past few days. There had been sex with Brandy, then Tyler and finally Cody. It made him grow erect to think of each time.
He tried to imagine more with each one, something of a relationship, and he struggled to focus on any one of the guys. Maybe the guy who would accept him the most had not been discovered yet. Maybe he was one of the townies, who didn’t look down on farm boys. Or maybe it was someone he had not lured out, some guy in the community who just needed the right circumstances. He considered Bruce at the grain elevator. Bruce was late twenties and still single to the shock of many of the women in the area. Then there was Harry who lived somewhere in the next county but managed the convenience store on the west side of town, one he had frequented when he had been fourteen and fifteen, riding his bicycle all over the region. Or maybe there was someone in the community, someone like Cody but wasn’t destined to leave. He tried to picture it, a life with another guy, waking up with them next to him in bed, or sitting together over a breakfast of cereal or frozen waffles heated up in a toaster, then in the evening, the sundown, they could be enjoying something off the grill with a beer while sitting on a deck.
He had lured Brandy, Tyler, and Cody into sex, so easily it had been a shock, and he wondered how much he had missed out on during the last year or so. He wanted more, but in the meantime, he would take what he could get and if it were casual sex with one of the guys, then he would shuck his clothes and fuck the shit out of them. It made his cock get hard to think of it. He fished it out of the fly as he kicked the cover to the foot of the bed. He took his growing cock in hand and manipulated it until it was hard. His hand grew wet, and he smeared the slick down his cock. Lifting his ass, he worked it back through the fly so he could slide the boxers down until he could kick them off. They sailed off his right foot into the darkness and he lay back naked, cock in hand, and stroked it until his chest and stomach were wet with cum.
Two days later, just after lunch Jasper’s cellphone rang. He fished it out of his jeans as he held the tractor steady while heading across the field. A quick glance and he saw it was Cody. He hit accept and brought it to his ear, the tractor too noisy for the speaker.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Are you busy? Sounds like you’re in a tractor.”
“I’m disking the field across the street from the house. We’re going to plant sorghum for Mr. Erickson.”
“I’m not sure I know what that is, but I was wondering, would you like to grab a burger at the diner in town then maybe do something afterward?”
“Do something? You mean sex?” Jasper replied laughing.
“Yes. I want to try it again and…”
“And, what?”
“I would get us a room at that hotel up at the interstate. How late could you stay out?”
“Hell, all night if I want. You going to make it worthwhile?” Jasper jokingly asked and he sensed Cody was red with embarrassment for he heard the nervous laugh in reply.
“Jasper when did you get so…bold?”
“When I got tired of using my right hand.”
“Yeah, okay. So, you want to or not?”
“What time do you want to meet at the diner?”
“Six?”
Jasper glanced at his watch and saw it was only one forty and knew he would be finished by four at the latest.
“I can be there at six.”
Jasper parked across the street from the diner and climbed out of his truck. He wore faded and worn jeans, black boots, and a white dress shirt so thin his nipples were visible. He pushed the hair out of his eyes and headed across the street. As he approached the door to the diner, he saw Cody wave from a table at the window. Cody smiled and watched him come to the door, then approach the table. He saw the eyes stray from his face, down over his torso to his crotch and back up. He smiled as he pulled out a chair, glad to know he still could tease Cody sexually.
Cody had a room at the end of the hall, the one across from the ice machine. Jasper had filled the bucket, putting it next to the sodas he had gotten downstairs. He pulled out a bottle of bourbon snatched from his parent’s liquor cabinet and made two drinks while waiting on Cody to come out of the bathroom. Despite having done it already, Cody was still nervous around him, and had rushed into the bathroom as soon as he got the door open. It tickled Jasper and he used the time to get their little bar set up. He wanted Cody to relax, sincerely wanting him to enjoy their night together without having so much anxiety or hang ups.
The bathroom door swung open, and Cody came out with his shirt unbuttoned.
“That’s more like it,” Jasper uttered, holding out one of the drinks. “Here, something to relax you.”
“Thanks.”
Cody took the drink and moved to the first bed, sitting at the foot of it. Jasper moved next to him, picking up the remote to play around with the television. He wanted an excuse to stand close to Cody without being obvious. Taking swigs of the mixed drinks, Jasper flipped through a few channels while shifting closer to Cody. He wondered if Cody would be bold enough to make the first move, and if so, what would he initiate. Would he grope him, possibly even taking his cock out and sucking it, or would he just get him hard then ask to be fucked. They had all night and Jasper fully expected to push Cody to the limits since he was the one made the arrangements to meet.
Jasper saw Cody sit an empty cup on the floor then sit back up out of his line of sight. He turned his own cup up and drink the last of it as he began to feel the effects of the alcohol. Then he felt something else, a touch, just hard enough to feel through the leg of his jeans. Fingers raked over the back of his leg, then moved upward toward his ass. He slowly turned bringing the hand from the back of his leg to the front. Cody looked up and smiled as he moved his hand upward till it was working over the crotch. Jasper inhaled deeply and fought to stand still as fingers dug into his crotch playing with his growing erection.
“You can take it out,” Jasper whispered.
Cody just nodded his head, then sat up. He used both hands now, undoing the button and tugging the zipper down. He was surprised to find skin then pubic hair, and finally the base of a growing cock. He looked up at Jasper.
“Why wear underwear if they are just going to get in the way,” Jasper replied to the questioning stare.
Cody grinned then turned his attention back to the spread open jeans. He leaned close while working the jeans down. Jasper’s cock slipped more and more into view. When the jeans were far enough down the thighs, it flopped out and flexed with Jasper’s state of arousal. It thickened and bobbed up and down, lifting upward until it was in Cody’s face.
“Try it…go on Cody, put it in your mouth…please,” Jasper whispered.
Jasper watched with growing anticipation as Cody moved to his cock, licked the head then along the shaft. Cody pressed his nose in the pubic hair, then kissed his way along the cock until back at the head. He licked it again, tentatively, then put his lips to it and pushed forward. Jasper gasped and put his hands on Cody’s shoulders as he felt the slick wet heat of Cody’s mouth take him.
Cody was rough, at times letting his teeth scrap, but Jasper didn’t care. He stood with eyes closed focused entirely on Cody sucking his cock. He grew more aroused and began to rock his hips. He gagged Cody, then held him by the head and slowly pushed cock to the back of his throat. Hands gripped tightly to each thigh as he worked his cock back and forth through the lips. As his arousal increased, so did his pace. He pumped his cock over Cody’s tongue until he couldn’t hold back.
Cody choked when the first wad hit the back of his throat, but he recovered quickly and swallowed each wad until Jasper was finally spent.
Jasper was still hard and ready for more. He stepped back and worked each foot free, then he pounced on Cody, pushing him back on the bed. He worked quickly undoing buttons, then working jeans undone. He stripped Cody, roughly pulling each garment off. Once naked, he stood between the smooth legs hanging off the bed and looked at the body. The smooth skin, the cock getting harder before his eyes, and the eyes that looked back.
“Get up on the bed,” Jasper uttered breathlessly.
Cody scooted up to the head of the bed and lay back as Jasper knee walked along behind him until between the spread legs. He stared down wondering how far Cody was willing to go. He watched Cody raise his legs, holding each behind the knee, spreading them. It turned his ass up and spread open before Jasper, who smiled at the submissiveness of the act.
“Fuck me. Fuck me, Jasper,” Cody pleaded.
Jasper moved closer, rubbing his slick cock up and down the spread ass. He rubbed the sensitive head along the smooth skin and over the wrinkled opening. Then he pressed against it, pushed slowly watching the head of his cock squeeze through it. Cody cried out and his body shivered with the penetration, and Jasper smiled as he pushed another inch into the hot hole. Slowly, gently, he kept pushing until over half of his cock was inside Cody, then he began to fuck. He tugged outward, then pushed back in, over and over, feeling the opening slowly loosen around his cock.
Cody was laying flat, head thrown back with eyes closed. He held his legs spread apart, open to Jasper’s fuck. He took every push inward, then looked at Jasper with glassy eyes.
“Fuck me…fuck me harder,” Cody begged.
Jasper took Cody’s legs and pushed down, pressing them down on the lean torso. Folded in half and held down, Cody was moaning beneath him as he held his own body up and increased the pace of their fuck. He swung his hips faster and faster, until he was burying his cock all the way inside of Cody with every push. He hammered Cody’s hole. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed in the room. Only Cody’s cries were louder.
Jasper fucked until his body was overheating. He sweated and it rained down on Cody. His muscles burned with his exertions. But he didn’t slow. He kept up his punishing pace, thrusting forward with all this strength. The bed rocked and squeaked, and Cody grew louder, his moans more whorish.
Back on his knees, Jasper pulled out and twisted Cody’s legs to one side. With ass angled to the side, he bore back into it. He banged Cody’s inside and thrust into his depths, over and over. He felt a hand on the right thigh, fingers digging into the flexing muscle. It felt desperate, some plea, and he leaned over the prone body and fucked harder.
Jasper pushed inward all the way and cried out. His cock flexed inside Cody then spewed out his second load. He shuddered with the release and jammed his hips against Cody’s ass with every ejaculation until spent.
Laying flat with skin wet with sweat, Cody was breathing as hard as Jasper. His cock hovered over his stomach, flexing with his arousal. A bead of precum pooled in the slit, then drooled down until pooling on the stomach. Jasper lay between the smooth legs and dragged his tongue though the pooling precum, then lifted his tongue up capturing more. He licked the head of Cody’s cock and tried to bore his tongue into the slit. Cody shivered and soon held him by the head. He submitted to Cody, letting him pull his head down as he took the hard cock. It slid over his tongue and pushed at the back of his throat.
Up and down, Cody moved Jasper’s head. Jasper kept his lips tight around the hard shaft as it moved through his lips. In just a short time, Cody began to pump his hips upward then shuddered with his release.
Jasper felt the cock flex on his tongue, then Cody jammed it into the back of his mouth as cum gushed from it. He swallowed and swallowed, until the cock was spent, then the used his fingers to milk the shaft as he drew his lips up to the head and suck out the last drop. He crawled up the bed and lay next to Cody, both breathing hard and their bodies hot and slick. They touched, kissed, then began to manipulate nipples, circle navels making them laugh, and then they toyed with cocks until they grew hard again.
Jasper guided Cody to roll on his stomach and he straddled his thighs.
“Spread your ass for me,” Jasper whispered.
Cody reached back with both hands and spread his cheeks. The hole was wet, leaking the previous load, and Jasper dragged a finger up the crevice and over it, smearing the cum. He sank the finger in the hole, twisting and turning it, then pulling it out. Two fingers were inserted, then three, stretching Cody back open.
“You want me to fuck you again?” whispered Jasper.
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, Jasper…please.”
Jasper crawled over Cody, dragging his cock up one thigh, over an ass cheek, then pumped it along the crevice between them. When his cock aligned with the leaking hole, he pushed, penetrating Cody. He sank all the way inside him in one push. Then he began to fuck. A fast, brutal pace, with hips smacking against the ass. He fucked until his fatigued muscles began to burn.
Jasper pulled out and rolled to his back next to Cody.
“Sit on it,” Jasper uttered in a commanding tone.
He watched the lean body move over him. Cody faced him, held his cock vertical, and sat on it. There was no easy slide down, instead Cody let his body weight carry him down quickly taking Jasper all the way. Jasper reached out and stroked Cody’s cock. It was soon leaking, and he smeared the slick down the hard shaft. It made Cody moan. It made Cody move. Up, then down, over and over, riding his cock.
Jasper sat up and hugged the sweating body to his own. He felt the leaking cock drag up his stomach, and within his arms, the body that felt feverish. As it moved up and down within his arms, he felt the rhythm of it on his cock. He kissed the upper chest, along the long neck and the place below the right ear. He tugged on the lobe, bit down on it, making Cody shiver within his arms. Finally, he simply kissed the chest, over and over, as it moved up and down. It seemed such a long fuck with the steady rhythm of Cody working up and down on his cock.
Cody lost his rhythm and became more aggressive. He leaned back in Jasper’s arms and thrust upward, spewing cum into the air between them. It rained down on Cody’s stomach, wad after wad, until it was trickling over his sides and down around his still flexing cock.
It pushed Jasper over the edge, and he pulled Cody down on his cock and came.
The small bathroom steamed up quickly. In the tub, Jasper pushed Cody against the tile wall and kissed him while running soapy hands over the smooth body. He raked a hand over the nipples feeling the hard nub of each. He rubbed a soapy hand around the neck and held the chin as he kissed him. He dragged one hand down and toyed with the sensitive cock until Cody begged him to stop.
Dried off, they watched the other dress, grinning like fools.
“When do you leave for college?” asked Jasper, trying to sound casual.
“In two weeks,” Cody replied, and his smile disappeared. He looked away. “I’ll miss our times together, you know.”
“Me too.”
“I wish we had…you know, back in school.”
“But you were dating.”
“I know. It seems like a wasted opportunity.”
“Do you regret dating the girls? Are you gay?”
“I…don’t know. I still look at girls feeling an attraction toward them, but I’m looking at guys too. And when I’m with you…it’s like I don’t have to pretend to be something I’m not. You know?”
“Yeah.”
Cody sat on the bed to put on his shoes, and he sat up and looked at Jasper pick up his wallet and keys.
“Will you tell me?” asked Cody.
Jasper turned to him with a questioning look.
“Who else are you seeing? Can you tell me?”
“One of the guys I can’t tell you about, but the other is a guy named Tyler from Northside.”
“That baseball player I saw you staring at during our game with them.”
“You noticed that?”
“Oh, yeah. I wasn’t sure but it seemed pretty obvious you were attracted to that guy. So, you guys are hooking up?”
“Just one time. He’s gone with his family on vacation.”
“When does he get back?”
“Next Sunday.”
“You like him?”
“Maybe,” Jasper replied, grinning at Cody.
“Maybe…maybe my ass,” Cody replied laughing. “Let’s get out of here. I’m ready for my own bed.”
“Me too,” Jasper replied, following Cody to the door.
It was Thursday afternoon and Jasper was mowing the lawn. He had the front yard and ditch completed along with each side yard and the main part of the rear between the house and barn. He was mowing along the side of the barn when he heard it, a belt slapped the metal shield on top of the mower and the cut grass stopped blowing out.
“Fuck” Jasper uttered as he pulled away from the barn and stopped. He raised the mower deck and shut off the engine. Looking underneath, the mower appeared to be fine, but when he moved the first blade, it spun freely while the other two remained stationary.
“Goddamn it,” Jasper exclaimed, frustrated by it happening so late in the day and when he was so close to finishing. He looked at his watch seeing it was twenty till six. The tractor dealership closed at six and it would take him fifteen minutes to get there. He jumped up and jogged to the house to get his keys. He fumbled with his cellphone while doing so, pulling up the dealership’s number.
“Weston Tractor and Supply,” came the answer on the other end and Jasper knew it was one of the managers.
“This is Jasper Phillips, and we have an X-500 and the belt on the mower deck broke. Do you have one in stock and if so, can you wait for me to get there? I can be there right at six.”
“Let me see…” the manager replied, and it seemed to take the longest time for him to find the part. Jasper had gotten his keys and was in his truck pulling out onto the road when he came back on. “We got it. Can you get here really close to six?”
“Yes, I’m on my way.”
“Okay, we’ll wait. I’ll be gone but one of the other guys will be here.”
“Thank you, thank you so much. I’ll be there as fast as I can,” Jasper replied, then ended the call so he could focus on driving.
Climbing out of his truck, Jasper saw his reflection in the storefront and smiled, knowing his mother would have killed him if she knew he came to town how he was dressed. Cargo shorts and t-shirt that were filthy from his yardwork. The t-shirt hung on his torso in a stretched out worn manner that made it comfortable but too grungy to look cool. He didn’t have time to think of it and rushed inside to get the belt.
The lights were off except for a security light and the lights at the parts counter. A man was being helped by Brandy, their voices carrying across the quiet room. Jasper strolled up behind the man, standing back a few feet and listened to Brandy explain to the man he needed to know the model and year of his tractor, for there were changes made during the lifespan of any particular model. The man didn’t seem to grasp it and kept repeating how all of them should be the same. After a lengthy discussion, Brandy gave the man a part while reiterating the part may not fit, and if it didn’t, he needed to check the year of his tractor before coming back for the right part. The man finally left, and Jasper saw it was fifteen after the hour.
“Hey Jasper,” said Brandy, blushing red.
“Hey Brandy, you got that belt for the X500?”
“Yes, let me grab it.”
“Brandy, I’m going to use the bathroom while you get it.”
“Okay,” Brandy replied as he headed back to the parts room.
Jasper walked down the corridor that led to the offices and shop in back, turning into the Men’s toilet about halfway down. Lights switched on, he went to the urinal, took out his cock, and sighed in relief at finally being able to piss. As his bladder emptied its contents, he stared at the wall thinking of Brandy. He wondered if he could suggest the two of them hooking up, maybe even later that night. He pictured their last sex, how submissive Brandy had been, and he questioned his desire for sex with him.
The door to the toilet swung open, then closed, and Jasper knew it had to be Brandy, for the place has been quiet and all the open doors down the corridor were dark. He knew the shop shut down at five thirty, so no one would be in back. He wondered if Brandy would enter the stall to his left to relieve himself. He sensed Brandy behind him. He was close, so close Jasper felt fingers touch his waist, then the hands move around to his stomach. One hand reached down and took his pissing cock and held it for him. The touch was warm and different, not his own. He finished pissing and stood still waiting to see what Brandy would do next. His cock was shaken, then Brandy began to toy with it. The fingers manipulated it until he was half hard, then they stroked him to full erection.
“You want my cock?” Jasper asked.
Brandy’s head leaned against his back just below the neck. He felt a hot exhale. “Yes,” came a whispered reply.
Jasper pushed the hand off his cock and spun around to face Brandy. He put a hand on a shoulder and pushed down.
“Get on your knees and suck,” Jasper exclaimed.
Brandy went to his knees, held Jasper’s cock out, and sucked it into his mouth. He tongued the head and worked his lips back and forth until Jasper was so hard, his cock was flexing up and down. Holding Brandy by the head, Jasper fucked his mouth, at times gagging him.
Jasper felt his arousal increase to the point he had to slow everything down. He didn’t want to feed cum to Brandy, he wanted to pump it in his ass. He grabbed Brandy under the arms and jerked him to his feet.
“Get your pants off…now!” Jasper tugged at the khakis, and with Brandy’s help stripped them off. “The shorts!” Jasper barked and watched Brandy push them down until they fell around his ankles. Kicking them off, Brandy stood in just a blue dress shirt. His cock stuck straight out, and Jasper grabbed it, stroked it a few times, then used it like a handle, steering Brandy back to the vanity. He shoved Brandy back against it, lifted his legs and turned him at an angle allowing him to be on his back and legs up. With head bent at an angle against the mirror, Jasper had Brandy pinned down and unable to move. He spread the legs and moved up between them, then pushed his leaking, wet cock against the wrinkled opening and kept pushing until he penetrated him.“Tell me,” Jasper grunted, as he pushed deeper and deeper into Brandy. “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me, fuck me, Jasper,” Brandy uttered as he held to the countertop’s edge and shuddered with every penetration.
Jasper held the legs apart and fucked. He built up a furious pace. There would be no holding back. Brandy was so submissive, too submissive for him. Since their first time, he wondered about Brandy’s personal life, what he would be like in social settings or a late evening at home. He hadn’t been able to picture it, and now with Brandy jammed up against the mirror taking his cock with whimpering moans, he just wanted to cum in his ass and leave.
He fucked harder, hips smacking against ass. He rocked Brandy roughly and watched him try to masturbate as he hammered cock into his depths.
“Fuck…I’m coming,” Jasper uttered as he shoved into Brandy’s depths and shuddered with release.
“Don’t’ stop,” Brandy whimpered.
Jasper pulled out and pulled Brandy to his feet.
“Get down on your knees. Cocksucker,” Jasper uttered.
Brandy went to his knees and Jasper raked his wet cock across his lips.
“Suck,” Jasper commanded.
Brandy opened his mouth and took the wet cock, sucked down on it until his nose was pressed in Jasper’s pubic hair. He pulled back and worked his tongue around the head then pushed forward again.
Jasper let Brandy do all the work, working lips and tongue on his cock. He grew more aroused, cock once again hard as rock. He slowly piston it in Brandy’s mouth, then unable to hold back, took him by the head and fucked. He drove his cock inward until Brandy gagged, then swung his hips dragging it over the tongue and banging the roof of the mouth. He kept up his pace until he felt the surge of release. He pushed forward until Brandy’s air was cut off and came.
Jasper signed the receipt, putting the belt on their account as Brandy laid it on the counter. Brandy’s cellphone rang and Brandy answered it as Jasper slide the receipt across the counter.
“Hey honey…yeah I’m still at work,” said Brandy. He listened, then added, “I’m leaving in just a minute. I just need to run home to clean up then I’ll head over. We should be at the restaurant by seven thirty, no problem.”
Jasper picked up the belt, waved at Brandy, then headed to the door. He considered Brandy’s call, how it was obviously a girlfriend on the other end. As he went through the door, he looked back to see him shutting off the lights. He realized he felt nothing intimate about their sex and had no desire for do it with him again. If Brandy wanted to fuck around with a guy, he’d have to find someone else.
On the drive home Jasper considered Cody and how he was leaving soon. Then he thought about Tyler who would be back on Sunday. There was an intimacy to their sex, and how it made him feel good. And Tyler wanted to see him again. He imagined them getting together a lot over the coming weeks, at times even something as simple as dinner in town like a real date. How far it went, he couldn’t consider it, for he feared getting his hopes up only to have Tyler leave too. But in the meantime, he was willing to take what Tyler would offer.
Jasper lay on his bed with earbuds in. He was listening to Mumford & Sons while trying not to obsess over Tyler. It was Sunday night, almost nine, and he wanted to call to see if they had gotten back from their vacation. He also wanted to know if they could get together soon. Just laying on his bed in boxers and thinking of Tyler made him horny. He kept finding himself fondling his cock making his aroused state worse. At times he slipped fingers through the fly and touched bare skin. It had been wrinkled and soft to the touch. Now it was smooth, stretched out with his erection. If he knew it would be a couple of days before he would see Tyler, he would slip his boxers down and take care of his horniness.
He looked at the clock again: 9:03 P.M. “Fuck” he uttered aloud and rolled to his side staring at his cellphone lying next to the clock. It lit up, then vibrated and rang. A quick look at the screen told him it was Tyler.
“Hey.”
“We made it back. Got home a couple of hours ago,” said Tyler.
“How was it?”
“It was great. We went up to the mountains and hiked to these waterfalls, then hung out for a couple of days in Asheville.”
“Sounds nice.”
“I have to work the next two nights, but I was wondering if you wanted to get together on Wednesday.”
“Yes, I’d like that.”
“I’m not sure…where should we meet?”
Jasper knew what Tyler was inferring. Where could they meet and be alone? A place nicer than out in the woods on some creek bank. He thought of the night with Cody at the hotel and how nice it was to have a bed and a bathroom.
“I have an idea. How about I pick you up? We can eat dinner first.”
“Okay, what time?”
“Would six be too early?”
“No, that would be perfect.”
For three nights Jasper refrained from masturbating and struggled to get to sleep. He looked forward to his evening with Tyler, no matter what one may call it. A date? A hook up? He didn’t care what it was called.
Tyler lived fifteen minutes north of town and it took him nearly twenty to get to town from the south. But he didn’t care, for he drove along, music blaring, while enjoying the anticipation. At five till six, he pulled into the drive of Tyler’s home. It was a two-story farmhouse, with board and batten siding painted white. He circled around the drive that led to the front door and pulled to a stop as Tyler came bouncing down the steps of the porch.
“Hey, let’s go,” said Tyler as he climbed into the truck.
Jasper smiled at how Tyler was dressed. A white dress shirt and new jeans that were dark blue. He had considered dressing casually, but at the last minute put on his newest jeans and a blue dress shirt. They were dressed alike, showing the same expectations.
“The diner downtown okay, or would you like to drive over to Greenville and eat at that restaurant in their downtown?”
“The diner in town is fine. What are we going to do afterward?”
“You’ll see,” Jasper replied.
Jasper was driving toward the interstate, along the four-lane that connected it with the town. They were finished with dinner and Tyler sat silently, glancing over every minute or so. He saw Tyler open his mouth to say something, then stop himself.
“We’ll be there in a few minutes,” said Jasper, grinning at Tyler.
“Okay.”
Jasper came to the interchange with the interstate and the businesses along the road before it. Two gas stations, a fast-food joint and a hotel. He slowed then turned into the hotel.
“You dog,” Tyler uttered, laughing.
“Would you rather do something else?
“Hell, no.”
Jasper pulled to the lobby entrance and went inside to check in. When he came out, he saw Tyler was still grinning.
Jasper slipped the card into the reader on the door, and when the green light came on and the latched released, he pushed the door open and let Tyler enter the room first. He followed him into the room and once at the foot of the bed, he grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around.
“Let me,” Jasper whispered, as he began to undo the buttons on the white shirt. He worked diligently, working each one free. The shirt opened as he went down, revealing the smooth chest, then the stomach as it fell open. He pushed it from the shoulders and with Tyler’s help pulled it off the arms. He draped the shirt over the back of a chair and turned to Tyler, pulling him forward by the back of the neck so he could kiss him.
Hands running over the smooth skin, Jasper kissed Tyler. He was unhurried, passionate, for his desire for Tyler was becoming something different. Something more intimate than it had been with Cody or Brandy. He felt hands on his waist, the fingers digging into his sides revealing a desperation and longing he too felt.
“Let me,” Jasper whispered as he eased to his knees. He buried his face in the crotch of the jeans, pushed against the growing erection within. He mouthed it through the denim, then worked the belt free, tugged the button loose, and tugged the zipper down. Jeans open, he pressed his face into the white boxer-briefs, the thin fabric revealing what lay beneath. He mouthed it, running lips along the visible shaft, then desperately worked the jeans down until all was revealed. He mouthed the head of the cock through the thin fabric, then took the waistband and worked them down too.
Jasper looked up at Tyler as he pulled the jeans and boxer-briefs down to the ankles. With Tyler’s help, he freed each foot and looked up at the naked body. There was the masculine nature of it. The muscular definition and the cock that angled out nearly fully erect. He bowed to it, then rose upward capturing the head in his mouth. He let inch after inch slide over his tongue as he rose to it, then pushed forward until his nose was buried in pubic hair.
“Fuck,” Tyler uttered as he held tight to Jasper’s shoulders.
Jasper felt the fingers dig into his shoulders as he moved his lips along the hardening cock. He tongued the head and sucked on it feeling it swell in his mouth. The shaft became rock hard, the skin stretched tight along its length. He slid his lips down to the base and back up, over and over, slowly, letting Tyler sense every inch. He circled fingers around the hanging sac, pulling the nuts down to the bottom of it as he buried the cock into his mouth again. Tyler shivered and tried to push deeper into his mouth.
Jasper increased the pace as he moved lips along the shaft until Tyler began to pump his hips. The cock pushed to the back of his throat as it piston over his tongue. Tyler began to gasp for breath, his body shuddering, then a sudden jerk back and a push forward, and Jasper’s mouth filled with cum. He swallowed, and swallowed, as the erupting cock kept pumping cum.
Then it was over.
Jasper pulled back and looked up at the smiling face. He stood and kissed him, then guided him to lay on the bed.
Standing between Tyler’s legs, Jasper began to undress. First the shirt, then jeans and boxers. He stood naked before Tyler, stroking his erection.
“Come on, Jasper, put it in me. Do it…do it,” Tyler uttered as he held his legs up and spread out. He spread his legs for Jasper, revealing his opening. “Jasper…please,” he whispered.
Jasper moved closer and rubbed his cock up and down the spread ass. He rubbed the sensitive head over the wrinkled opening, then up to the loose sac, pushing the nuts around within it. Taking the raised legs behind the knees, he pushed down pressing them into the mattress either side of the torso. Moving his hips, he worked his cock into position and pressed against the tight opening.
“Jasper…do it…put it in me,” Tyler whispered.
Jasper pushed harder and felt the tight squeeze on his cock as it penetrated the opening. Tyler threw his head back and cried out as he sank his cock into him. Slowly, inch after inch, he pushed until pressed against the upturned ass.
“OH, Jasper,” Tyler exclaimed.
Jasper moved within Tyler, slowly at first, but as his arousal increased, so did his pace. Faster and faster, until his hips were moving in a steady rhythm, pushing into Tyler’s depths then tugging outward, over and over. Soon the bed squeaked in protest and Tyler moaned and writhed beneath him.
Jasper fucked steadily, unhurried, wanting their sex to last as long, as possible. He released the legs and Tyler wrapped them around his waist. Lacing their fingers together, Jasper held Tyler down and kept fucking. When he felt close to release, he lay heavily on Tyler trapping the heat of their feverish bodies and ground his hips against the upturned ass until he filled Tyler with his load.
The shower ran hot, steaming up the small bathroom. Tyler was facing the wall, resting his head on crossed arms. He rocked gently in a rhythmic pace as Jasper held him by the waist and fucked him again.
Across town, driving along the main highway that headed east, Brandy drove in silence. He felt confused, unsure of himself. There was this conflict going on inside of him, one that made him feel his sexual desires in a manner that scared him. He knew what it was, had for a long time. For many years he had suppressed it, kept his desires in check. But that Jasper Philips had awakened it, this desire for men that was as strong as the one he had for women. He was bisexual and felt himself fighting it once again.
He turned into the truck stop that sat near the interstate, for the low fuel light was on. As he filled the tank, he replayed the events of earlier. It saddened him to think of what he had done, but it was for the best. He broke up with his girlfriend, for he wasn’t sure what he wanted. When he lay in bed at night thinking of sex, it was first female, but before long, it was male. He imaged it, a man’s cock buried in his ass, fucking him.
Movement caught Brandy’s eye, and he looked up to see a young guy stroll past heading out to a rig idling at the edge of the parking lot. There was eye contact, a smile, then a slight nod of the head. Brandy watched him stroll across the paved lot until at the edge of the light cast out by the canopy, and the guy looked back and smiled once again.
Thinking of how aggressive Jasper had been their first time, he put the nozzle back into the holder and got into his truck. With engine idling, he looked toward the road and a destination unknown in his night wanderings. Turning, he looked at the rig idling at the edge of the lot, and the guy inside it moving around in the cab visible with the overhead light on. He put his truck in drive and moved out from under the canopy, easing toward the rig.
Cody couldn’t sleep. He had been busy all day making last minute preparations for college. It excited him to the point he had laid awake thinking of the future that lay before him. He eased out of bed and eased down the stair. He was dressed in just his boxers knowing no one would see him, for it was after two in the morning.
He eased out into the screen porch and sat in the swing. With one leg propped across the seat and the other on the floor pushing back and forth, he looked out into the darkness. His eyes slowly adjusted, and everything took on a silvery glow in the dim moonlight. He heard an owl, then a dog bark quietening it.
It wasn’t long ago he had felt anxious all the time. Some fear of himself and what it meant to be closeted in a small town. He smiled at how everything had changed. He felt different, looking forward to college and the opportunity to explore his sexuality. He knew it was Jasper that changed everything. It was Jasper who let him explore his sexuality without fear. It was an awakening, one that made him feel whole for the first time in a very long time. Once at college, he knew he just had to be like Jasper. Confident and aggressive in going after what he wanted. He remembered that day riding bicycles with him and suddenly asked if he wanted to try it. How he initially denied it made him laugh at himself, then he replayed the sex with Jasper and how it made him feel. The wholeness of it. He wanted to feel it again and knew all he had to do when he arrived on campus was to be like Jasper, that sexy beast.