Twisted (18 page)

“Thanks, that’s nice to hear. Jeffy’s my best friend.”

“And Mike’s mine.”

“Sandy jokes about it all the time.”

“I’m gonna have to have a long talk with Sandy.”

“I’ll be right there with ya, Jeffy.”

“You know that Sandy thinks the two of you walk on water. She’s always talking about how happy she is for the two of you, how she’s lucky to have you for friends, and all that stuff.”

“Sandy is one of the sweetest, nicest people I know.”

“I remember you saying that she was your date for the senior prom.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t about to take a guy, even if there was another out gay guy anywhere near my age in the valley. There was no one Sandy wanted to go with, so rather than goin’ alone, we went together.”

“I’ve been very impressed with all your friends, Mike, and Jeff.” Al smiled at us and continued. “From what I hear, people in town look up to both of you. They don’t care about your private lives.” Al was watchin’ Mike as he talked.

“Except for ‘reverend’ Spencer. I’m really glad you took a swing at him, Dad.”

“You know, Spencer’s been needin’ a lot more than just a punch in the face. He’s nasty, cruel, and downright vile. Way I see it, he’s worth about as much as a bucket of warm spit. Every time he sees me, he tries to go off on me, but he’s pretty stupid, so I can usually turn his words around on him. After a few insults, I’ll ask him to stand up and fight like a man or go back and crawl under whatever rock he crawled out from under in the first place. He’s too much of a coward.”

“Yeah, Jeffy’s right. Even Sheriff Johnston laughed when Jeffy told you that you better get a tetanus and rabies shot after Spencer spit on you. Jeffy said it right in front of Spencer.”

Al turned to me.

“Jeff, are you Christian?”

“I can’t rightly say I am. The message is beautiful, but I ain’t seen too many people who profess to believe in it, follow it at all. It seems to me to be nothin’ but hate and condemnation and people actin’ holier than thou while lookin’ down on others.”

“I understand that. What about you, Mike?”

“I agree with Jeffy. The most ‘Christian’ person I know, the one that comes the closest to the ideals Christians are always sayin’ their God entails, peace, love, turn the other cheek, do onto others, and all that, is a witch, a Wiccan. She was the one Spencer was picketin’ and sayin’ should be put to death.”

“Like I said to Jeff, I do understand. We’ve heard that same message from so many gay people in PFLAG. You know, Mike, after all you’ve been through, I’m surprised you’re so tolerant.” Al had that melancholy look on his face again. Mike looked at him but didn’t say anything. “One thing we’ve all learned, Mike, is that God made gay people gay, and who are we to question his actions. Sometimes though, you have to get hit over the head with your own actions and get really hurt to see that. I unfortunately did. Sometimes, Mike, the gay people turn out much better than the close-minded parents who raised them.”

Mike hemmed and hawed and finally answered. “I appreciate that very much. Sometimes it’s kinda hard for me to reconcile everythin’, even in my own mind. I hope ya know I’m tryin’. I also appreciate you comin’ out here and havin’ the guts to face me.” He looked right at Al when he said that.

We spent the rest of the evening making plans for the summer and a trip to Louisiana. It was a nice visit. Al turned to me as he was about to leave.

“Jeff, thanks for everything. I appreciate your opening your home to me, and most of all, being there for Mike.”

“No problem, Al. I think the sun rises and sets on Mike. I’m really the lucky one here.”

“I think you’re both lucky to have found one another. I’d better get back to the hotel now.”

“See you later, Al. Don’t forget Friday evening.”

“I won’t.” He walked over to Mike. “Thanks, Mike, for inviting me and giving me a chance.”

“Your bein’ here made me face some things I hadn’t wanted to face. It made me realize it ain’t healthy to hold in anger and bitterness. I’m still workin’ out a lot of things, but I come to realize that you really have changed and that you’re sincere in what you’re sayin’. Let’s just take it a day at a time, okay?”

“That’s way more than fair, Mike.”

“Thanks, Dad. I’ll see you Friday.” We waved goodbye. Mike and I climbed into my truck. It was cold out and crystal clear. The waning moon was shining down like a spotlight, and the stars seemed so close you could touch them. When we were in the truck, Mike moved over close to me and put his hand on my thigh.

“Thanks, Jeffy.”

“For what?”

“For bein’ there for me and lettin’ me come to my own decisions and givin’ me the support I need to do that.”

“You’re welcome, bud. Seems to me that’s part of bein’ your partner and best friend.”

“I reckon it is, but I’d also reckon there just ain’t that many people out there gettin’ that type of support from friends or partners.”

“That’s sad for them, then.”

“It sure is. So you wanna go skiin’ tomorrow, Jeffy? We could ski into Winslett, give some support to Mary Grace after that garbage she got from Spencer, and then ski back?”

“That sounds great. I miss not havin’ gone skiin’ today, but it was fun tellin’ your dad he should get a tetanus shot, in front of Spencer.”

“Yeah, who’da thunk he’d stick up for Mary Grace and give that hypocritical piece of shit a black eye.”

“Spencer’s been needin’ that and more for a long time.”

“I’m just glad my dad was the one to give it to him.”

“Sounds like you have a bit of a different opinion of your dad now.”

“Yes and no. I reckon he’s sincere in what he says. He does really feel bad for what he did to me, and that he’s tryin’ to make up for it. It’s hard to forget the hell he put me through. I just keep tryin to tell myself that if he hadn’t put me through that and kicked me out, I might not have met you.”

“So then, any regrets?” I smiled at him and took his hand in mine.

“In meetin’ you and what’s happened between us, hell no. In what he’s put me through, yes.” I just squeezed his hand.

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in companionable silence until we got to the ranch. When we got out of the truck, I stopped and looked at the sky. It was crystal clear, and the Milky Way was visible. The pines on the edges of the yard were throwin’ blue shadows in the silver snow from the moonlight. I’ve lived here all my life, but I still had to stop and admire the view. Mike came up and stood beside me. He put his arm over my shoulders. I reached over and put my hand in his back pocket. After a few minutes, I pulled him to me. I nuzzled my face against his.

“So, cowboy, how’s about I kiss you here, under all those stars?”

“I ain’t gonna say no.” We leaned into one another. I tilted my head to the right a bit and my hat brim slid over his. I met his open mouth with mine. We dueled tongues for a minute, and then he let me take charge and explore his mouth with my tongue. I could taste beer, Mexican food, wintergreen dip, and Mike. I could smell him close up, the faint hint of soap and clean sweat. A faint breeze caressed us with its icy hand, contrasting with the heat that sprang back and forth between us. Our shadows were intertwined, forming one solid impression on the moonlit sparkle of the snow. My hand in his back pocket gripped his hard ass possessively, and I continued to kiss him gently. When we broke the kiss, he made no move to pull away. Instead, he uttered a question in one word.

“Bed?” It came out tumultuously, full of longing and emotion.

“Bed,” I answered, a firm, yet soft, response to his question.

With his arm still around my shoulders, my hand still in his back pocket, we stumbled into the ranch house. Although we were both sober, we staggered a bit into the house. It was fairly late, and everyone was asleep. We shucked our coats, hung up our hats, and kicked off our boots. We shared another long kiss before heading up the stairs and into our room. I closed the door behind us. As I turned around, Mike was unbuttoning his shirt.

“Let me.” I walked up to him and began to kiss him again. I slowly unbuttoned each button of his shirt, making sure to rub his chest and tweak his nipples after releasing each button. He was moaning in pleasure. Once I had his shirt off, I began to unbutton the buttons of his longhandles. I continued to rub his chest and play with his nipples, this time skin on skin, no cloth between us. I love to rub the thick fur on Mike’s chest, and he apparently liked it too. When I had his longhandles unbuttoned to his belt, I opened them and bent to gently bite his nipples. He groaned in appreciation. I kissed my way up his chest and detoured to bury my face in the red fur under his arms. He had the clean-sweat smell I identify with Mike. It was almost like a drug for me. After spending a few minutes enjoying, I kissed my way up his neck and fastened on his mouth.

“Your beard smells like me.”

“Good, ain’t it?” He just nodded in response. I moved in for another long kiss as I fumbled with his belt and the button and zipper on his jeans. I continued to kiss him as I pulled his jeans down and unbuttoned his longhandles. I rubbed his belly and his bush for a few minutes. He was hard and pushing up against me, but I didn’t take hold of his cock yet. I did move my hand down to fondle his balls. He moaned into my mouth. I pushed him back with my body, advancing on him, guiding him by my grip on his nuts. I maneuvered him to the edge of the bed. While still kissing him, I pulled his longhandles down, and then sat him on the edge of the bed.

“Legs up in the air, buddy.” He lay back and put his legs up. His ass hung slightly off the edge of the bed. I pulled his underwear off. As I went for his socks, he stopped me.

“Can I leave ’em on, Jeffy? It turns me on for some reason when we leave our socks on.”

“Sure.” I grabbed his ankles and spread his legs wide. He gasped. I began kissing my way down his leg, stopping to nip and lick occasionally. I let go of his ankles as I got closer to him and began to lick the inside of his thighs and finally worked my tongue around his sack and on to his balls, before taking them in my mouth, one by one. He kept his legs in the air as I worked my way over the sensitive skin behind his balls and to his hole. I circled it with my tongue, and he began to whimper. I knew then for sure he was enjoying himself. I continued to lick, kiss, nibble and push my tongue against him. He began to relax and open. I took my time, but after about ten minutes I was ready to move. I stood up and began to unbutton my shirt. I undressed slowly. Mike was watching me, want written all over his face. He still had his legs in the air and his knees about even with his ears. I left my socks on too.

“Thanks!” He looked up at me adoringly. I got out the lube, and put quite a bit on his ass, cock, and balls, and on my dick. I fingered him as he squirmed around my finger, his eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure. I found his prostate and began to work it. A clear drop of liquid beaded on the end of his cock. I gently put my finger to it and captured it on the tip. I put my finger into his mouth. He whimpered again.

“Put your hands behind your head, bud.” He did as I asked. I again took hold of his ankles and pushed his legs as far apart as I could.

“You gonna give me your ass, buddy?”

“Take it, Jeffy, fuck me.”

“You want me bad, don’t ya?”

“Hell, yes!” I moved so my cock head touched his hole. I slowly entered him as he whimpered in pleasure. I pushed in until my bush was against his hole and my balls rested on his ass. I just held it there as I looked down at him. He stared back up at me, his tawny eyes lit with a variety of emotions, all positive. His hands were clasped behind his head, serving to accentuate his biceps. His blond hair fell to rest on his forehead, and his red-gold beard glistened in the light coming in through the skylight. Through the golden fur on his chest and belly, I could see the lines of his muscles, sharply defined and well cut. The hair below his navel turned the same red-gold shade as his beard and the hair under his arms. It started with a little red trail from his belly button, broadening, red replacing the blond until it covered his lower abdomen and formed a backdrop to his cock and balls. His balls were still loose, and his rigid dick lay hard against his belly. He smiled up at me.

“What?”

“You’re just such a beautiful man, Mike. I dunno if I’m ever gonna get enough of lookin’ at ya.”

“The view from here is pretty good too.”

“It really turns me on to see you like this, legs spread wide for me, kickin’ back with your hands behind your head, your furry balls and big hard dick all on display.”

“Well, I ain’t as big as you, Jeffy.”

I chuckled. “What in the hell did you do, measure?” Now he looked kind of sheepish.

“Yeah, I did, once when you were asleep but hard, in the mornin’.” He started to squirm and clench his ass on me. Either he wanted it bad, was trying to distract me from his measuring, or both. I decided to give him what he was asking for.

As I began to thrust, he started sighing and whimpering again. I grasped his cock and began to stroke in time to my thrusts. As I fucked, we continued to look at one another, our eyes locked, watching the pleasure on each other’s faces.

“I love you, Jeffy. You’re so wonderful.”

“I love you too, buddy.” I began drilling into him harder. He matched every in-stroke I gave him with a clamp of his ass. It was kind of like getting jerked off while fucking.

“Feel good, buddy?”

“It feels incredible. I could do this every day.”

“Hate to break it to ya, but we do, do this every day.”

“Okay, two or three or ten times a day.” We continued.

“You’re nice and tight, bud, hot too, a warm glove. Such a sweet, beautiful ass.”

“Keep fuckin’, Jeffy. I wanna be able to feel it tomorrow.” With that, I really began to slam into him. He pushed back, enjoying the roughness of it. I continued to stroke his cock. His balls were tightening up, and I could feel his cock stiffening even more and seeming to swell in my hand. It put me on the edge.

“You gonna come for me, buddy? You gonna shoot that big load while I’m fuckin’ ya?” He was now murmuring, “Yeah, oh yeah,” over and over, without pause. I slammed into him, and he squirmed. That was all it took for me. I groaned loudly as I shot into his hot ass. His ass began contracting around my cock. His dick in, my hand, jerked and shot off a rope of pearly fluid. The air was filled with a tangy smell. He shuddered a few times and closed his eyes.