Gregory stuck out his tongue and slowly licked his bottom lip. He tilted his head
and said, “Maybe I am a dirty guy.”
Kadin’s heart began to beat faster. The outline of his own erection was bursting
through his wet, brown slacks. “What would your mother say now?” he asked, reaching
down to adjust his dick so it would point up. Gregory grabbed his white shirt and ripped it open with one pull. Small white
buttons popped off and landed with soft clicks on the dusty barn floor. He opened his wet
pants, pulled down his zipper, and said, “I couldn’t care less what she thinks. It’s time I
started to live my own life.”
Kadin was wearing a black pullover shirt. He yanked it off fast and kicked off his
suede boots. He didn’t take his eyes of Gregory’s wet body for even a second. When his
pulled down his pants and stepped out of them, his penis jerked a few times in excitement.
He’d never met anyone who could make him this hard from across the room; it felt as if
his balls were about to explode. He almost fell on the floor when he pulled off his socks.
When Kadin was naked, Gregory smiled and turned all the way around. He
wiggled his hips a couple of times and slowly lowered his pants. “Now I’m going to be a
really
dirty guy,” he said. “You have no idea just how dirty I can be.”
By the time Gregory stepped out of his pants and kicked them across the floor,
Kadin’s hands were wrapped around his small waist. Kadin was breathing heavy and he
was squeezing two soft pieces of flesh at the tops of his hips. So Gregory arched his back
and spread his legs wider, then backed into Kadin’s erection and bucked his hips slowly.
“How dirty do you want me to be?” Gregory asked.
They’d never really explored dirty talk during sex. When they’d been together
that first summer, Kadin had put him up on a pedestal and treated him with care because
he’d been so young and inexperienced. He didn’t want to push him into anything too
soon back then. (For most homosexual men, and Kadin knew from his own experience,
sexual exploration didn’t begin until their early twenties.) Then, when they’d reconciled recently, Kadin still treated him as if he were a fine crystal object that could shatter at any
moment.
But now he saw everything differently. Gregory was an adult with strong sexual
needs that had to be fulfilled.
So Kadin grabbed his penis and slapped it on Gregory’s ass crack as hard as he
could. “You can be as dirty as you want to be,” he said. “Don’t hold back. I love you and
I want you to have whatever you want.”
“I want you inside me,” Gregory said, in a stage whisper. “Right now. I need to
feel you in my body. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.”
Kadin smiled. Even when Gregory wanted to get fucked hard, he was still too
polite and refined to actually say it out loud. Eddie would have screamed, “Fuck me hard,
stud!” But not Gregory. So Kadin smiled and said, “I don’t have any Vaseline out here.
Do you want to continue this in the house?”
Gregory reached back and held Kadin’s erection in his palm. “No. I don’t want to
go inside. I want to do it right here in the barn. Use your own saliva. I’ll be fine. You
don’t have to be gentle. The stronger you are, the more I want you.”
Kadin’s eyebrows went up and he closed his eyes. He liked the idea of doing it in
the barn. It satisfied his kinky nature. But whenever Gregory touched his penis, he had a
problem locating his voice. He’d fucked guys before without Vaseline or any other
lubrication. But he didn’t want to hurt him in any way. “Are you sure?” he asked. There
was nothing he wanted to do more than poke Gregory’s tight hole that very minute, but
he wanted to know it was okay.
“I’m sure.” “Then hold onto the wooden post and spread those legs,” Kadin said.
While Gregory braced for the mount, Kadin spit into his right hand and rubbed
saliva all over his penis. Then he spit again and rubbed more around the opening of
Gregory’s anus. He even inserted his finger and pulled it in and out a few times. He knew
this would help open him up. When he did this, Gregory’s body stiffened and his head
went back. He took a deep breath and said, “Yes, Kadin. Ah, yes.”
He inserted the tip of his penis with easy, gentle pokes. Gregory squeezed the
wooden post hard with one hand and bit down on the side of his fist with the other. But
when the initial pain subsided and Kadin was deep inside his body, Gregory sighed out
loud and said, “Ah, yes, Kadin. Give me more. Please don’t hold back.”
After that, Kadin didn’t hesitate. He hammered him for so long, his knees started
to wobble. The rhythm was constant and the slaps against Gregory’s buttocks were loud.
When they were both finally ready to climax, Gregory held his own penis and said, “Tell
me when you’re ready so we can come together. I want us both to come at the same time,
always.”
A moment later, Kadin said, “I’m gonna come, babe. I can’t hold back anymore.”
“Yes,” Gregory said. “Keep going, Kadin. Don’t stop.” Then he started jerking
his own penis faster so he could climax at the same time.
When they were spent, Gregory stood up straight and turned to face him. He put
his arms around his shoulders and kissed him on the lips. “That was wonderful,” he said.
“I never thought I’d be able to feel this way again.” Then he closed his eyes and rested
his head on his chest. Kadin held his waist and pulled him closer. “You’re amazing,” he said. “You
never stop surprising me.”
Chapter Thirteen
When the storm passed and the rain finally let up, the skies cleared fast and the
sun came out. It was five-thirty in the afternoon, and they’d already showered together
and taken a short nap. “I’m starved,” Kadin said. “We haven’t eaten anything since this
morning.”
They were lying in a spoon position on top of the bedspread in Kadin’s room.
Kadin was wearing a T-shirt and white boxer shorts, but Gregory was naked. All his
clothes were still at the motel, and the ones he had were hanging in the bathroom to dry,
not to mention that he’d ripped the buttons off his shirt. He could have borrowed
something from Kadin, but being there in his arms this way was more fun. It felt naughty
and sexy and dangerous. Kadin’s arms were wrapped around his shoulders and one long,
hairy leg was over his smooth body. His leg was heavy, and the weight felt good.
Gregory ran his fingertips up his strong forearm and said, “I’m sure all the stores are
closed on Easter Sunday. I have to get back to the motel to get my car and my things.
Maybe there’s a restaurant open in town.”
Kadin waved his hand and pulled him in tighter. “I have all kinds of food in the
freezer,” he said. “You have to be prepared with kids around.” He bucked his hips into
his ass a few times and kissed the back of his neck. “We’ll go over to the motel, and
come back here for dinner.”
So he lent Gregory a shirt and they drove back to town with the top down. The
parking lot at the motel was almost empty. There was only Gregory’s car, and a small
green Nash Rambler, occupied, parked two spaces away. When he saw the Rambler, Gregory stared down at the dashboard and sighed. Kadin pulled into a spot next to his car
and shut off the motor.
Gregory frowned and said, “Prepare yourself.”
“Why?”
“That’s Betsy’s car,” he said “My fiancee. She must have followed me down
here.”
“I’ll stay here and wait,” Kadin said. His expression turned serious. His eyebrows
furrowed and his lips tightened. “If you need me, I’m here.”
Gregory shook his head and said, “Calm down. You don’t know Betsy like I do.
She’s here because she’s curious, not because she’s the jealous type ready to fly into a
rage. I told you, we already have an understanding, and she knows I’m not sexually
attracted to her.”
“Are you sure?”
Gregory touched his hand and smiled, then opened the door and slowly got out of
the car. He knew Betsy very well. They’d been best friends for a while. And he wasn’t
angry about her following him to Savannah. In a way, it made things easier. He took a
deep breath and almost smiled when he knocked on the passenger-side window. She was
sitting behind the steering wheel with her back straight and her half-glasses on the end of
her nose, reading one of her beloved mystery novels.
She jumped back at the sound and dropped the book on the floor. But when she
turned to see who was knocking, she smiled and reached across the seat to open the door.
She looked brighter that afternoon in her good beige dress. She’d even put on a thin layer
of pale pink lipstick, the only shade she owned. He got into the car and sat down. There wasn’t a passionate kiss or a peck on the cheek; not even a casual handshake. This is how
it had always been with them. When they greeted each other, it was more like they gave
each other an invisible punch on the arm. Betsy wasn’t a fan of handholding and kissing
in public. He’d never as much as put his arm around her waist. When she saw other
couples do unnecessary, physical things, she usually frowned and clucked her tongue.
“Look at them,” she’d say. “Joined at the hip. Pitiful.”
“There you are,” she said. “I’ve been waiting for a long time. When I saw your
car, I knew you’d have to come back sooner or later.” Her knees were locked together;
she sat close to the steering wheel. When she leaned over to pick up her book, she held
her skirt down against her legs so her dress wouldn’t ride up.
He smiled. “What are you doing here?”
She placed the book on the seat and said, “I wanted to surprise you for Easter
Sunday. I hated the thought of you being down here all alone.”
He tilted his head. He knew she was lying. She’d never been religious, and she
thought holidays had been created for the sole purpose of a few greedy people making
money. “But I’m not alone,” he said. “I’m with a very good, old friend. He’s waiting in
the car over there.”
She looked to the right and saw the Cadillac parked next to his car. The top was
down and Kadin leaned against the door with his chin in his palm. She stared down at her
lap and smoothed out her skirt a few times, even though it was already perfectly straight.
“Things have changed,” she said, “haven’t they?” It came out like a rhetorical question,
as if she already knew the answer. He took a deep breath and rubbed his chin. She’d only needed one look at Kadin
to know. Betsy wasn’t one to waste words. “Yes,” he said. “I’m not coming back to
Atlanta.”
“I see.”
“You’re a wonderful woman,” he said, “but I’m not the right man for you. We’d
both wind up miserable in the end. You deserve better than that.”
She sighed and removed her glasses, then she looked him in the eye and said,
“That’s ridiculous. You’re the perfect man for me. I think it’s more like I’m not the right
woman for you. But I understand. I’m really not taking this personally. When you said
you were going to Savannah, I had a feeling.” She gave him a knowing look and tilted
her head.
He turned to face her, staring directly into her eyes. She seemed to know what
was happening without actually saying it out loud. In the 1950s, people didn’t discuss
these things. Partly because there weren’t any acceptable words to discuss them, and
partly because it would have only made things more painful. “I’ve known Kadin a long
time,” Gregory said. “We met the year I graduated from college and my family spent a
summer down here.” He knew she understood. He’d already told her he was different
from other men. He had a feeling she was different from other women, but he wasn’t sure
about that.
“Your mother isn’t going to like this,” Betsy said. “Maybe you should think it
over for a while. I’ll be patient. I still think we can have a nice, comfortable life
together.” But now that Gregory had found Kadin again, he didn’t want a nice, comfortable
life anymore. He wanted to be in love, he wanted all the passion he’d missed in the past
five years, and he didn’t want to settle for less. “I’ll deal with my mother,” he said. “I’m a
grown man now and she has no control over me. Kadin is a very proud, dignified man.”
Betsy smoothed out her skirt again, then turned to face him. “Thank you for being
so honest. I wish you luck, because it’s not going to be easy. I’m glad I came down here
today.”
He reached out and rested his hand on top of hers. “I’m glad you came down,
