Twisted (43 page)

“I’d reckon so.”

Just then the phone rang. “Lucky Jeff Ranch, Jeff speakin’.”

“Hi, Jeff, this is AJ.”

“Howdy, AJ, what’s up?”

“I’m really worried. I’m still in Phoenix, and Lonnie seems to have disappeared.”

“What?”

“Yeah, he invited me to stay with him a few days. Today he wanted to get some work done around the house, and I wanted to go to the Heard Museum to see their kachina exhibit. I got back to his place in the afternoon, and the door was locked and no one answered. I’ve been calling regularly and gone back there a few times, but no sign of him. Like I said, I’m really worried.”

“Did you call the police?”

“They won’t even take a report until he’s been missing for twenty-four hours.”

“I haven’t heard from him, AJ. Is his car still at his place?”

“Good idea, Jeff. I didn’t even think to look. I’m supposed to leave tomorrow, and I can’t imagine him missing our last night together.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound like Lonnie at all.”

“I was hoping that you might have heard from him. I know you guys are good friends and all.”

“I haven’t, AJ, but if I do, I’ll ask him to call you. I’ll let you know too.”

“Thanks, Jeff. I think I’m going to go back over to his place. Maybe he’s shown up.”

“Thanks, AJ, keep me posted.”

“I will. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Bye.”

“What’s up?”

“That was AJ. Apparently he’s still in Phoenix. He was spending time with Lonnie, and now Lonnie seems to be missing.”

“Is he the type to feel he’s gettin’ too close to AJ, or get upset with him and just disappear until AJ’s gone?”

“I don’t think so, but you never know.”

“I hope he shows up.”

“Me too, buddy, me too.”

Chapter Nineteen

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rain hadn’t stopped by morning. Mike and I were riding out to the line camp in the high pasture. I’d been right. José had thought there might be some cattle up higher, so we got to check it out. I didn’t mind a bit. I got to spend the entire time with Mike, so what more could I ask for? As I thought that, I had to chuckle to myself. I reckoned I could ask for dry weather. We saw occasional cattle sign, and it looked like we would be herding some cattle down. We got to the line camp about two in the afternoon, and got it set up. I started a fire in the wood stove while Mike got some water. We had our lunch, just some bread, cheese, and dried fruit, and headed off to the end of the upper pastures. The ranch here bordered on the national forest. This was the area last year where cattle were being rustled from. There were some cattle huddled in the snow-free areas. There were only a few cows with calf, so I cut them out, and Mike began herding them. I’d done this so many times before it was kind of mindless work. Charlie was pretty well-trained, too, so that kept me from having to think.

I began to wonder about the conversation last night with AJ. I wasn’t really sure if maybe he hadn’t gotten a bit too much for Lonnie, who just might have disappeared for a day or so until AJ headed back to Portland. Then again, Lonnie was pretty responsible. I wasn’t really sure what to think.

My mind drifted a bit, and I thought of the playtime with Mike last night. It brought a smile to my face. I was sure as hell one lucky cowboy to have a guy like him for a partner. I’d always had friends, but I’d never really had a best friend, someone who I wanted to do everything with. Mike filled that role, as well as others. He glanced over at me and caught me with a smile on my face.

“You look awful happy. What’s up?”

“I was just thinkin’ about last night.”

He grinned back at me. “That was nice, wasn’t it? Each and every time’s pretty special with you.”

“I think it’s real hot that you can come from just gettin’ fucked, without even jerkin’ off.”

“I got news for you, Jeffy, I reckon that’s because I get fucked by you.”

“Whatever the reason, it’s hot.”

“You think you might like a blow job when we get back to the line camp?”

“I ain’t gonna say no, Mike.”

“Good, I’ve been thinkin’ about it all mornin’.”

“Cock hound!”

“Yeah, but I’m your cock hound for your cock.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that.”

“Good, I wouldn’t expect anything else. By the way, Jeffy, what do you make of AJ callin’ last night?”

“I dunno. I was just thinkin’ on that. I reckon Lonnie could have just gone away until AJ left, but it isn’t like him.”

“You reckon he might’ve got upset at AJ over something?”

“Who knows? When we get back to the ranch tomorrow, I’ll call and see if he’s showed up.”

“Yeah, I reckon that’s about all you can do. We ain’t heard nothin’ more about the Cutter in a while, maybe he’s stopped.”

“I dunno, buddy. Remember Holder sayin’ that a serial killer like that doesn’t stop unless he’s captured, incarcerated, or dies.”

“I just hope one of those things happen, so we don’t have to worry anymore.”

“You and me both, buddy. Just the number of guys he’s killed is really shockin’. I do remember Holder sayin’ that gay serial killers often rack up more victims than straight.”

“Why do they reckon that?”

“You look at some of the killers, like Randy Kraft or The Trash Bag Killer, they’d killed quite a few guys apiece, sixty or so. Maybe it’s because of the way society treats us, like we’re second-class citizens, unworthy of protection.”

“That’s really unfair. It seems a lot of folks get off on judgin’ and hurtin’ others.”

“Yep, you gotta feel sorry for those folks though. Imagine their lives bein’ founded on a belief system built on hate, which depends on them judgin’ and condemnin’ others. They already are in their own hell. Look at how the way he treated you backfired on your dad.”

“I reckon so. He still does confuse me, but I know now he’s sincere in tryin’ to make up for what he did.”

“Not to change the subject or anythin’, but how’s school been goin’, Mike?”

“I’m really enjoyin’ it. I never knew there was so much to hotel and restaurant management. Next class, we’re gonna look at ways to attract folks in the off-season. It should be interesting.”

“I’d like to hear about that. Now that it’s warming up and raining more, snow’s gonna melt, and we’ll be in the off-season until summer.”

“I’m all excited because, in one of our classes, we have to do a marketing campaign. You know, come up with a gimmick, do the advertisin’, put out flyers, all that sort of stuff. I wanted to know if I and my group can do it on The Lucky Jeff Ranch?”

“Course ya can. I’d like to see it too. Maybe we can use it for real.”

“That would be really great, Jeffy! I like workin’ with you on the ranch. I don’t just mean the cowboyin’, but talkin’ to and entertainin’ the visitors too. It’s a lot of fun.”

“It is, buddy. It sure is.”

We continued on, herding the cattle down. There weren’t too many in the high pasture since the snow-free grass and water that wasn’t frozen was scarcer and harder to find. We did find about twenty cows ready to calve. It took us pretty much the rest of the day to get them down to the line camp and in the pen there. Mike pumped water into the troughs, while I got several bales of hay from the little barn and filled the mangers. He took care of the horses, and I went in and started dinner. I fished through the cupboards and figured a couple of boxes of instant macaroni and cheese with canned corned beef cut into it would be good. Some dried peaches would complete the meal. I stripped down to my longhandles inside the line camp cabin. It was nice and toasty from the wood stove, and my clothes were soaking wet. My underwear was that wicking stuff, so I knew it would be dry in a flash. Mike followed suit as soon as he got in the cabin. Dinner was pretty much ready, and I dished it up. He grinned at me when I set his plate in front of him on the table and then sat down.

“I like watchin’ you run around in your underwear, Jeffy. Pretty soon it’s gonna be warm enough to shuck the longhandles and get you back in boxers.”

“What am I, your own little dress-up cowboy doll?”

“Just payin’ you a compliment, that’s all. You can’t tell me you didn’t like seein’ me in nothin’ but a pair of briefs last summer, when we was ridin’ fences, or in just my jockstrap at the rodeo, when we was gettin’ dressed.”

“You’re right. I do like seein’ you undressed or partially dressed. Thing is, buddy, I like seein’ you any way I can.” We tangled our feet together under the table as we ate, the rough wool of our socks touching. We finished up eating, and Mike cleaned up the plates and the pot, since I’d cooked. I leaned back on one of the bunks and watched him as he cleaned. The button on the back of his longhandles was undone, and his furry ass was hanging out. The sight of that got me goin’ right quick.

“I seem to remember you sayin’ somethin’ earlier about a blow job, buddy.”

“I did say somethin’. You gonna let me suck your cock, get you off?”

“You bet. You got me all primed now. You gotta go through with it.” I grabbed my cock as it was lengthening down the leg of my underwear and rubbed it. I started to unbutton my longhandles.

“Let me.” Mike was between my legs in a flash and unbuttoned the two bottom buttons and pulled my cock and balls out. “You got a beautiful dick, Jeffy.” He slowly licked the back of the head and around the ridge of the head. “Tastes good.” He grasped my balls and began tugging and rubbing. He continued to lick the back of the shaft and the head of my cock. “Feel good?”

“God, yes. It feels great. He put his finger in his mouth, then pulled his finger out and worked his hand behind my balls and, without any warning, shoved his finger up my ass.

“What the fuck?” All of a sudden his finger found my gland and began to massage. “Holy fuck!” He licked harder and then laughed.

“Yeah, you like that. I can tell you really like it when you spread your legs real wide. Minute I started rubbin’ your gland, you began pumpin’ out precum like crazy.” I just groaned in response. “Yeah, you’re really getting off on that. I ain’t even put your dick all the way in my mouth, and you’re buckin’ your hips up, pumpin’ out dick honey like a river, and moanin’ all loud and hot. You should see this, Jeffy. The head of your dick is all swelled up and red. The veins on your rod are really standin’ out. Big cock of yours is twitchin’ like crazy. I just touch my tongue to the back of the head like this….” His touch, although light, was electric. I bucked my hips up and groaned. “Yeah, you like that. Your balls are tryin’ to pull up, Jeffy. I ain’t gonna let ’em though.” He tugged down on my nuts. It felt great. I moaned again. “How’s this?” He pushed his finger harder against my prostate and began a slow, circular motion. “That’s the spot, Jeffy, ain’t it? You like your buddy fingerfuckin’ you, don’t ya? Feels good, don’t it? Fuck! You should see it from down here. Your balls are tryin’ real hard to pull up, and your dick’s throbbin’ like a live wire. The precum is just flowin’ out. I mean it, Jeffy, it’s just runnin’ out of that big fuckin’ cock of yours. I’m just gonna work this spot right here, nice and slow and gentle.” He kept up massaging my prostate. It was incredible. The feelings were all blending together, the gentle glide of his tongue on my cock head, the pull of his callused hands on my balls, and the pressure of his finger on my gland.

“Fuck, buddy, yeah, feels fuckin’ good. So good.”

“Those big, bull balls of yours are real heavy. I bet they’re full of cum. You gonna give me my dessert, Jeffy? Am I gonna get you off? C’mon, Jeffy, shoot that big cannon for me. Show me how much you like me between your legs.” He pulled hard on my balls, pushed his finger hard against my gland, and took my cock in his mouth. I couldn’t help it, I shot like it had been a month of Sundays since I last came. I heard myself shout, and I felt my body tensing and relaxing as I pumped. I fell back, almost catatonic from release. After a couple of minutes, Mike scooted up next to me. We kissed and I tasted myself on him, the salt of sweat and the musk of cum. He pulled back, and I laughed. There was cum running down his chin. I pointed and he wiped it off.

“What can I do for you, Mike?”

“How about you just hold me?” He scooted back so he was sitting between my legs. I wrapped my arms around him. I felt down and his cock was rock hard.

“What’s this?”

“If you don’t know, you really got a hell of a lot of catchin’ up to do.” From behind, I unbuttoned the bottom few buttons on his underwear and pulled out his cock and balls. He whimpered as I touched him.

“You been leakin’ like a sieve, buddy. Big gun of yours needs to be fired, don’t it? I’m gonna take care of ya, real good care.” I reached over with one hand and opened the drawer in the little table by the bunk. There was a bottle of lube there, and I pulled it out. Mike laughed.

“Never been in a line camp with lube before.”

“You complainin’?” I asked as I greased up his cock and began to stroke it for him.

“Uh, uh, no….” He arched his back and put his arms behind my head. Our faces were together, touching on the side. I licked his ear and then whispered into it.

“You like my hands on your dick?”

“Yeah. Nice. Jeffy…?”

“What, buddy, tell your Jeffy what you want.”

“When we get back to the ranch house, can I fuck you?”

“What’s with you wantin’ to finger me and fuck me all of a sudden?” I whispered it into his ear, trying to sound seductive.

“I love it when you fuck me. It feels real good. Not only the feelin’ but havin you inside me, so close to me. I want to give you that feelin’ too. It’s real nice when we share that.”

I’m not a huge fan of getting fucked or having my ass played with, but Mike was right. With us it was really something special. I kissed his neck and then his ear and whispered to him.

“So, how do you wanna fuck your Jeffy’s ass? You want me on my back, my belly, on my hands and knees, bent over and grabbin’ my ankles?”

“Fuck, feels good. On your back, so I can look at you, see that big cock of yours, see I’m makin’ you feel good.”

“You got it, buddy. Fuck!” I nibbled his ear and then kissed it. “I never thought I would look forward to gettin’ fucked, but the way you talk about it, it sounds hot.” He began squirmin’ and pushin’ into my hand.