Twisted (8 page)

I could hear her sobbing as she spoke.

“When your father came to me and told me that you thought that you were gay, I was in a state of shock. I didn’t know anything about it, and I believed that you could never be happy being gay. I was so afraid for you, and I thought maybe God would change you. I was too blind and stupid and close-minded to see that you were the way God made you. By the time I had gotten over my shock, it was already too late. The worst and hardest part of this to admit is that by the time it was too late, I was so ashamed of myself, for not stepping in, for having been unable to handle your coming out, for even worrying what will the neighbors think, that I stayed silent. That is the thing I can never forgive myself for. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, because I can never forgive myself.” She started crying full out now.

Mike had had his head in his hands as she spoke. He said to her, “Mom, it’s gonna take me some time to come to terms with everythin’ and process all the information that you and he gave me. One thing though, I do love you, and I do want you in my life. It’s gonna take time to rebuild a relationship, but I’m willin’ to give it a go.”

“Thank you, Mike, that’s more than I deserve.” She continued to cry. I could hear Guy and Eve in the background trying to comfort her.

Mike finally spoke. “Mom, Eve, Guy, I do wanna get your opinions on somethin’. I still got a lot of anger about what happened, and I’m very confused about and angry at him. I don’t even know what to call him. Dad just seems wrong. He says he’s changed. What do you think?”

Eve spoke first. “You know, Mike, he doesn’t expect you to ever forgive him. He feels what he did is unforgivable. He said to us that your just listening to him was way more than he deserves. I think his being so involved with PFLAG in part is a kind of atonement. He wants to educate others to try and prevent someone else from ruining a bunch of lives through ignorance.”

“He said that?”

“The part about ruining a bunch of lives, yes, he did say.”

“You know, Mike, after you were gone, Mom left Dad. Eve went with her. I tried to stay with Dad for a little bit, and every night he woke me up crying over what he did. I know his regret doesn’t make it right, but I do believe he’s sincere.” Guy’s voice had almost a pleading quality to it.

“Son, he has changed. He’s a totally different man now than he was when you were at home. I think when he realized how heinous the things he did to you actually were, it broke him. Maybe that is what it took to show him that what we believed was not based on love but on hate.”

“It’s hard for me to realize that the person you’re talkin’ about is the one who abused me so badly.”

“It was hard for us to believe too,” Madeline added, and then Eve spoke.

“Honestly, it took years before we believed it wasn’t an act.”

“I got a good amount to think on. I’m much obliged for the opinions. Now, let’s talk about somethin’ else. You know I’m gonna make gumbo tomorrow.”

“That’s great, Mike. Can I help with a recipe?” Madeline was ready to jump right in.

“I appreciate your offerin’. I reckon I know how to make it from watchin’ you when I was there.”

“Hey, Mike, Jeff, I saw a bunch of people skiing beside the road in one of the magazines about you guys. I thought people skied on hills.” Guy wasn’t afraid to ask a question.

“This type of skiin’ is called Nordic or cross-country. It’s a lot of fun and one hell of a workout. Mike and I go all the time.”

“Can I come out and visit you guys and try it?”

“Sure, do you got clothes for cold weather?” Mike asked.

“No, not really.”

“You can borrow some of my gear. Jeffy, we got more skis around here somewhere, don’t we?”

“Yep, we have several pairs extra.”

“You’re welcome anytime, Guy. So are you, Mom, and Eve. Speaking of skiin’, we’re plannin’ on goin’ tomorrow. We ski several days a week.”

“Mike, Jeff, in the articles it looked like you were having a lot of fun when you were downtown singing and had the Santa caps over your cowboy hats. I know Mike can sing. Can you sing too, Jeff?” Eve laughed as she asked the question.

“Jeff can sing real good. We do karaoke in town all the time. The Schoolhouse Brewery gives me, Jeffy, Maria, and Smitty free food and drinks because we bring a lot of tourists in when we sing.”

“Mike’s right, and we had a lot of fun Christmas caroling in town for Christmas at the End of the Road. That’s when the pictures were taken.”

“Is it true you were making everyone sing ‘Christmas for Cowboys’ and ‘Santa got lost in Texas’?” Eve asked me.

“It sure is. Mike, Smitty, and me are all cowboys, and Maria grew up on a ranch and is pretty comfortable on a horse. It just fit.” Mike nudged me.

We began to sing “Christmas for Cowboys” together. The Christmas tree was still up, so it was appropriate. Everyone clapped. The rest of the conversation was pleasant. No one mentioned Mike’s father again except for Mike, when they were about to hang up.

“I’ll tell him he can come for New Year’s Eve, but I don’t want him tryin’ to be all buddy-buddy with me.”

“That’s good of you to do that, Mike,” Madeline answered.

They ended the call, and Mike and I headed upstairs. When we got to our room, I closed the door and grabbed Mike by the collar. I pulled him in to me for a kiss. After a forceful minute where I kissed him roughly, I broke the kiss and shook his collar a bit.

“Shuck ’em, cowboy!” He understood I was tellin’ him to strip. While he was doin’ that, I lit some votive candles and got out a bottle of lavender and rosemary oil. I stripped down and joined him on the bed. We kissed again, slowly and tenderly this time, our tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. The flickering candlelight shone off his red-gold beard. I could smell a pine scent from the candles and the familiar clean and musky smell of Mike. I pushed him down on the bed gently.

“Lie on your belly, buddy.” He did, and wiggled his ass at me. I had other ideas first though. I straddled his hips, my balls settling into the soft furry valley of his ass. He moaned at the contact. I reached over, opened the bottle of oil, and let some dribble onto my hands, warming it. I leaned forward and put my hands on his shoulders. I softly spread the oil and then began to slowly but vigorously knead the muscles in his shoulders and upper back.

“You’re all tensed up. Your Jeffy’s gonna get you loose and relaxed. Just enjoy, buddy.”

“This is nice, Jeffy. Your massagin’ my shoulders feels great.” I began to push with the heel of one hand into his upper back and massaged the back of his neck with the other hand.

“It’s been a tough, stressful couple of days for ya, and I’m gonna make you relax. Feels good, don’t it? Me touchin’ you, rubbin’ you?”

“Where’d you learn to massage like this?”

“I used to get massages in San Francisco, and I just remember what felt good.” I squirted some oil on his back and moved down, massaging his laterals and lower back. He was sighing in pleasure as I worked the knots and kinks outta his back. I could feel him relaxing under my touch. I ran the heels of my hands up and down the V-shape of his back. Mike has broad shoulders and a well defined chest and lateral muscles and a skinny little waist.

“Mike, buddy, you are such a beautiful man. I love lookin’ at you, and touchin’ you like this is really nice.” I was rock hard now, and I assumed Mike was too, but the moment wasn’t really sexual. It was more sensual, both of us reveling in the sense of touch and the feel of massaging and being massaged. The clean sweat smell of Mike, the scent of the pine candles, and the rosemary and lavender in the oil contributed to the sensuality of the moment, as did the candlelight. I moved down and began massaging his ass. He had this beautiful red-tinged-gold fur over both cheeks. His ass was rock hard. As I touched it, he whimpered.

“You got the sweetest ass, buddy. Nice and furry, and so hard. I could bounce a quarter off of your ass. Feels nice bein’ massaged like this, don’t it?” He spread his legs a little bit. I continued to knead his ass until he was really relaxed and moved down to his legs. When I began rubbing his hamstrings, he was softly murmuring.

“That’s good, Jeffy. I’m tight there from all the skiin’. What you’re doin’ is incredible.”

“I’m just takin’ care of ya, buddy, makin’ you feel good.”

“’Ssss good, Jeffy, real good.” He sighed again, a relaxed, happy sigh. I worked my way down his calves. They were tight too. He was right, between the skiing and the family drama, he had been tightly coiled. I enjoyed the feel of him melting into my hands, relaxing at my touch. By the time I was done with his calves, he was loose and limber.

“Okay, buddy, turn over on your back now.” He languidly rolled over. I had been right: he was rock hard. He was running his eyes over my body as I did the same to him. I found Mike indescribably beautiful. Although beautiful isn’t a word used for men often, with Mike it fit. His was a rough, lean, hard, masculine beauty.

“Buddy, you are so fuckin’ gorgeous, all that muscle and fur, those sexy tawny eyes of yours, that fire crotch, that cute smile. I never get tired of lookin’ at you.”

“I like lookin’ at you too, Jeffy. In my book, you’re the handsomest man on earth. I like lookin’ at that big cock of yours too. First time I saw you hard, remember what I said?”

I laughed. “Yeah, I remember. You asked me if I play baseball with it.”

“Now I know you put it to a lot better use.” I leaned over and kissed him, slowly, sensually. I pulled up and again straddled his hips. Our balls and cocks were nestled together, and the way they touched was an incredibly intimate feelin’. I squirted some oil on his chest and began to rub his shoulders and chest. He has a lot of blond fur on his chest and belly, and with the oil and candlelight it shone like burnished gold. As I massaged, we looked in each other’s eyes, each one of us silently speaking volumes by looks alone. He sighed contentedly as I moved down his chest and brushed over his nipples. I began to massage the muscles in his belly. I took my time, slowly working down his body, just enjoying the pleasure I was giving him. I bypassed his cock and balls when I got to that area. I started working his thighs. They were also tight from all the skiing we’d been doing. As I massaged his legs, he unconsciously spread them. I could feel him relaxing. By the time I had done both his legs, his muscles were relaxed. He stared up at me with a content and peaceful look. I lay down beside him and leaned over him. He put his arms around my neck, and I softly traced his lips with my tongue. He opened his mouth, and I slipped in, moving slowly over his teeth and lips before meeting his tongue. He must have liked it. He started whimpering into my mouth.

“Nice?”

“Oh yeah, Jeffy. I love the way you kiss.” I moved down to his neck and gently bit him. He made a sound halfway between a squeak and a moan. I locked my mouth on his again and began to softly press his tongue with mine. He tasted familiar, like Mike. A taste I would never get tired of. Mixed in with the lavender and rosemary and pine was his scent, tinged with the sharp muskiness of arousal. I fumbled around and got some oil on my hand and slowly moved down his chest and belly, following his treasure trail. I brushed my hand across his cock and balls, and he arched his back in pleasure. Then I used my finger to trace his puckered hole. I just had to rub for a few seconds before he opened up and welcomed me. I slid a finger up inside him and then another and began fingering him in a slow but insistent motion, rubbing his gland as I glided over it. He was squirming around and pushing against my hand, but I kept up slow, deliberate movements. I didn’t want to be rushed through this. He broke the kiss and looked at me.

“Jeffy. Yeah, Jeffy. You know when I say your name like that your eyes just light up.”

“I like it when you say my name, when you call me Jeffy.” I pulled myself up so I was on top of him. He reached down and put some oil on my dick and stroked it a few times. He spread his legs and pulled his knees back to his chest. I positioned myself and slid into him.

He let out a groan. “How’s that feel for you, Jeffy?” I knew he was referring to the fact I wasn’t wearing a condom.

“Incredible, buddy. You got the tightest, sweetest ass. It feels fantastic to be in you, skin on skin, nothin’ between us.” I began thrustin’ into him. I moved in a relaxed and steady rhythm, adjusting myself and my strokes, until I knew from his reaction I was hitting his prostate with every thrust. He began to rock against me in the wonderfully familiar way we fit together. I leaned into him, and we shared a long lingering kiss. Both of us were taking our time, not wanting this magical interplay to end. When we broke the kiss, I could hear Mike breathing more heavily. He hadn’t even touched his cock.

“You close, buddy?”

“Yeah, this is so intense, so wonderful.”

“I’m on the verge too. You want me to shoot inside you?”

“Hell yes! That’s why I went to get tested.”

“Mike, look at me when you come, okay? Look in my eyes.”

“Uh-huh.” I could feel the tightening in my lower belly that precedes release. I continued to push into Mike, trying to hold back just a bit, to prolong the sensation. I looked down at him.

“Your ass is too much, buddy. I’m gonna come.” I slid in one more time and felt myself stiffen, tense, and shoot. The spasms seemed to go through my entire body. I stared down at Mike as I came, gettin’ off on the look in his eyes, on his face. I continued to fuck.

“I felt that, Jeffy. I felt you shoot inside me.” His voice had a quality of wonder to it. He was tensing up, and his eyes got big.

“Come for me, buddy. Come now!” He continued looking at me with a glazed look in his eyes and shot, unloading all over his chest and belly. I moved from side to side while still inside him. When he finally stopped whimpering and fell back, depleted, I pulled out. I got up and went into the bathroom and got a warm, damp washcloth for him. He wiped off and threw it into the bathroom. I lay down and he snuggled into my arms.

“You relaxed now, buddy?”

“Yeah,” he responded sleepily. “Night, Jeffy.”

“Night, buddy. Let’s get some shuteye. We done used up this day.”