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Giv2GeT 16
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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The night before, AJ didn't score', but he knew it was only a matter of time. Though, he didn't think it felt half bad, Ron grasping the pipe which ran to the showers, the sensation it gave him, AJ ramming his fist into Ron's gut, water splatting, making the sound'. It sure did seem like it relieved some tension, built up over his stepfather's ill treatment of him, but then it wore off, AJ thinking of the real reason he came back, intentions not to harm, but to heal.
For the others, on farm-tour, they received more than their share of knowledge of just how rundown the stables and outlying buildings had become, except for the small victory garden Bryce kept up for himself.
That night as they lay in their bunks, buzzing mosquitos were enough of a bother, making them decide the bunkhouse would be the first place to concentrate their repair efforts. Though, some weren't complaining, having to double-up on the sleeping arrangements.
It wasn't the first time Corky and Ron had to shack up at night. Nights, when the two were in high school, Ron would phone home saying he was sleeping over at Corky's place, when in reality, it became the truth, Ron too hungover to report back to the home-front. All it took was a few taps on the bedroom window, for Corky to hustle out of bed, fling open the window screen enough for Ron to climb through. Once, Ron, drunk enough not to notice, tore the screen to shreds, not waiting for Corky to open it. Regardless, Corky was sure to tell him to be quiet, or else `granny' might think he's a burglar. However, they sure enough made enough noise in bed, which revealed granny's hearing problem! It was the first time anyone had fucked Ron and he attributed it too being too drunk to know... Until it was too late, feeling Corky's 9.5c cork his ass!
Back at the morning breakfast table, some were grumpy about the doubling up. For sure, Corky wasn't able to find release and wasn't the only one!
Sitting on opposite sides of the table, Ron and AJ were amazed, unless Bryce was leaving it for last, it wasn't brought up the outcome of their barn experience.
Patrick Folly had a broken leg, but there was nothing wrong with his mind, taking control of the gathering, swayed by the mosquito infestation and gripes by all, "I strongly suggest we get some lumber and seal up some of the cracks in the bunkhouse."
Corky threw in his 2 cents, raising his hand like a kiddie in grade school, "I know how to make screens!"
For a second there, Ron clenched up, hoping Corky wouldn't relate `how' he knew!
Then, it was like a free for all, others complaining, out of necessity, they had to sleep under covers, spent half the night awake swatting and scratching...
"Okay, okay," Bryce tries calming the atmosphere, "we'll head over to the lumberyard this morning."
Corky, who now was their most important ally, when it came to fixing things up, says, "Well you know, if we tore down that old shack near the fence..."
However, Bryce most adamantly refutes, "We are `not' tearing down the old cabin and that's that!"
Whereas they had all been cheerful about starting life anew, along with the new life they were about to give the horse farm, they all sat quietly. Some had wondered what the connection was, Bryce talking up a storm last night, as they walked the grounds, but not explaining anything about the old cabin near the fence, nor addressing the issue Corky brought up over recycling the wood of a building beyond repair.
Aside from these facts, it ticked AJ off a little, the way Bryce had responded to his idea. He thought Bryce a cool guy, respected him, but when it came to certain aspects... it reminded him of how his stepfather could be, "You know, you don't have to like, go fucking berserk on Cork, just because of a broken down cabin that's gonna fall down anyway, Bryce?"
They hadn't even finished their mush, Bryce getting up, saying, "All of you. Get ready. We're leaving for the lumberyard in 10 minutes."
Sitting there, looking around at each other, they wondered why Bryce didn't stand there, defend himself, rather than stepping out the front door.
Ron says, "I wonder what the fuck that was about?"
Kyle, who hadn't had said much, shares, "I think he has a sentimental attachment to the old cabin. Just my opinion, but it's like a person who..."
"What are you... Dr. Freud?" AJ stops him.
"Will you fuckin' listen to him, like the guy's smart, you know?" Ron defends Kyle.
Until this moment, none of them had discussed backgrounds. The only thing shared, because some were from the same place of business, was how terrible it was working at Hwang's uncle's business.
"How would you know?" AJ is as curious as the rest, how Ron would know anything personal about Kyle?
Kyle started out, Ron cutting him off, "We're both from Kansas, grew up in the same town, went to school together, until he moved... here," where Ron couldn't remember exactly how he connected with Corky.
He didn't mean to be nasty, AJ saying to Kyle, "Oh, so you knew Hans?"
Slamming his spoon into the bowl of mush, Ron retorts, "Thanks for keeping a secret!"
Kyle could, keep things confidential. At least that's how it was in the small Kansas town they grew up in. It was important to keep things secret, like meeting with other guys for the purpose of exploring mutual interests; how it feels to suck a guy's cock, feel and touch other parts of a guy's anatomy and other things which a Bible-belt community would not favor, nor understand. Sure he knew Hans, educated on what he and Ron did together, but it was between him and Ron, so kept quiet, even though AJ looked to him for an answer!
"Never mind then," AJ says, shoveling down his last spoon of mush.
It did stoke the interests of the others, but seeing they weren't going to get answers just yet, Patrick struggles to get up, saying, "We've got exactly 6 minutes before we meet Bryce out front?" He also struggles, taking a crutch in one hand, his spoon, bowl and tin cup in the other, to the sink.
Hwang stands, "I have it for you."
"Thanks," Patrick replies, turning for the door instead. Seeing some of the others still sitting, "Ready or not, the `bus' leaves in 5 minutes?"
More sarcastic, with a hint of comedy, Steve says, "Who died and left him boss!"
In under 10 minutes, they had managed to wash up the dishes and gather in front of the ranch house.
Bryce takes notice, nitpicking at Hwang's Aeropostale tank top, "Looks like we'll have to make a stop at the general store."
For now, Bryce had the `yellow sardine can' available for their use, AJ complaining, "Don't you have a truck or something?"
"It's in need of repair. This will have to do for now."
Reading the side of the bus, part of the logo, Ron is the first to board, "It's back to high school!"
Not in the habit of complaining, Corky walks up to Bryce, meekly says, "I used to fix grandma's truck. I learned how to do it, or else it meant walking."
Nodding his head up and down, cracking a little smile, Bryce says, "You might just become our most valuable asset!"
Slowly, they all saw how Bryce could be assertive and then compassionate, ushering Corky onto the bus. Last one waiting to board, Bryce turns to the last man standing there, "What about you hotshot? You coming?" he addresses AJ.
"Why not," AJ replies.
It looked like Bryce was going to climb the steps to the drivers seat, instead, making an abrupt u-turn, butts his stomach right up to AJ, pushing him back, "What happened to the nice hitchhiker I picked up yesterday?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," AJ tries side-swiping the farmer.
Stepping in his way, AJ's shoulder holds him back, Bryce saying, "Let's have it out now, if you've got some gripe against me?"
"I'm confused, that's all," AJ comes out with, thinking on his real father, whom he never had a chance to talk to and the one he left in L.A., mean and rotten to the core.
"Well, before we go any further, let's get things `un-confused'?"
They all watch through the bus windows, Bryce taking AJ over to what used to be a real-working wishing well.
Even though they all show concern over what was taking place between Bryce and AJ, Ron was hoping the subject of what he and AJ were doing in the barn didn't come up. He didn't think it till now, how abnormal it is for a guy, getting slugged in the gut, the feeling traveling like lightning to his crotch and how 2 gut-punches later, his 7c would be straight as a stick. It's not that a hot mouth would not produce the same hard effect, but in his mind, it was either the normal way or the weird way and he didn't wish to be associated with being a weirdo!
In short, as the two walked to the bus, Bryce assured AJ every `older' male in his life was not like his stepdad. Sure, he came on as a strong disciplinarian to everyone, but if he didn't this farm would never get back on its feet.
For AJ, he was being skeptical, but as Bryce pointed out, other than an overall disciplinary attitude towards all, there wasn't one person he really singled out. Even with himself and Ron, Bryce didn't personally do anything to discipline them, rather made them work out things on their own.
Boarding the bus, it wasn't Ron asking what Bryce said, but rather confronting AJ with, "What did you say to him?"
Plenty of room on the bus, Ron and AJ sat together, isolated from the rest, AJ telling, "Don't worry Ron. I didn't tell Bryce how you like to `get erected!'"
His bod literally relaxed, exhaling his pent up tenseness, Ron saying, "Thanks."
Smiling, AJ tells him, "I'd still like to see you get hard, `doing it', rather than your cock getting stiff talking about it?"
"Tonight. We'll get alone someplace," Ron was up for it.
Meanwhile, 8 aisles back, Hwang had taken Patrick's crutches, after sliding in the window seat. Feeding an arm in, one wrung down, he held the pair of metal assists, which also doubled as a comfortable armrest, except when Bryce jumped on the brake for an animal crossing the road.
Steve joked, but the others didn't deem it funny, "Run over it... End it's miserable life!"
Kyle, a self-proclaimed naturalist, boldly steps out of character, "Yeah, we're waiting for someone to do the same for you, Steve... Sure would cut down on the world food supply running out!"
Opportunity for Bryce, with his quick reflexes, hitting the brake one more time, happened just as Kyle ended his outspoken tirade. Throwing Steve out of his seat, the one which butted up against the emergency exit door, he was flung out of his seat and onto the floor.
At first, it looked like Steve was in the act of revenge, Patrick knowing the over-200-pound whopper of a guy could pulverize him, grabs at the window, "Yikes!"
"Relax," Hwang says, "I know karate! Yee-wha! Hah! Hah!" he moved his hands in a way one could tell he hadn't had a lesson in his life.
"Great," Patrick replies, "now I really feel protected!"
Knowing he was found out, Hwang says, "Besides, I could always turn your crutches into life sized nunchuks?"
"Doesn't matter anyway," Patrick replies, "I have a feeling Steve spent most of his childhood getting big, rather than learning how to protect himself."
"`Getting big?' How would you describe that?" Hwang smiles.
"Not the way you're thinking it," though, the mention of `it', Patrick's eyesight did wander.
Because he cared enough that Patrick didn't fall out of bed last night, Hwang offered to corral him in, against the wall. All of the boys were tired, but there were those who became a little voyeur in their thoughts, which led to obscurely tossing or turning, a play on getting a better glimpse of what filled briefs.
Hwang smiles, says, "Your leg must be getting better."
"My leg?" Patrick wondered where this was going.
"When I got into bed, you turned over. But then you turned back. Then you turned back over to face the wall again."
"Oh that," Patrick replies, making up, "Ah-h, I was just checking out who got into bed next to me. Hey, you don't happen to be gay, are ya?"
It drew a dimply, curled smile to Hwang's lips. In confession he says, "I woke up twice this morning."
"Twice?"
"First time I was sure you would catch on to my arm hanging over you, my front to your... ass?"
Patrick giggles, "I thought that was morning wood knocking at my back door!"
"I don't even know you, would not take advantage of you, so turned over," Hwang show his gentlemanly ways.
"Well," Patrick's hand slips onto Hwang's thigh, "maybe we can know each other well enough to try something later?"
Picking up Patrick's hand, like he minded it touching his gym shorts, Hwang places it on Patrick's thigh, but going further, sliding his hand toward the inner seam, "We can only hope!"
It seemed, the stopping of the bus helped to make Hwang's statement stand out. Patrick remarks to Hwang making the bus stop, "Bet you didn't know you had special powers?"
Smiling, Hwang says, "We'll see how that goes tonight!"
With `serious' matters on their mind, Patrick and Hwang hadn't realized the bus emptying out, until vocally and visually the trance between them pops, "Are you planning on letting the others do all the work?"
"Move!" Patrick stand, taps his good knee against Hwang's thigh.
"Be right there, Bryce," Hwang springs into action, jumping out of the seat and holding Patrick's crutches human-width.
They moved quick, because they didn't want to have to be asked twice to hustle it up. Courteously, Hwang wait at the bottom of the bus steps until Patrick was down.
With one step to go, braced with hands on the railings, Patrick stops dead, looking over Hwang's head, exclaiming, "Like, I think I've died and gone to heaven!"
Paying less attention to Patrick, Hwang glances over his shoulder.
Pulling up in one of the Larregina Lumberyard trucks, Andres steps out, reaches back inside the driver's window and retrieves his tee shirt. Normally, he would be wearing it, but after making a delivery to Camp Rufghup, he stripped it, driving shirtless back to the yard. He loved driving with the windows down, feeling the breeze coat his bod.
With Andres slipping his shirt on, Patrick says, "Well, are you going to help me with my crutches or not?"
Hwang couldn't leave it unsaid, "He looks cute even with the shirt on!"
"Cuter than who?" Patrick acted jealous.
"Me?" Hwang wore a smile.
On the way to help the others, which Patrick had no clue as to how he could be of help and not in the way, he spots Bryce talking to a cowboy, on the porch of the lumberyard office.
"I wonder what that's about?" When he turns around, Hwang is nowhere to be seen, `Probably went to check out the shirtless hottie!'
Regardless, Patrick heads to where Bryce had told the others to report. Rounding the shirtless dude's truck, neither dude saw each other, colliding.
Of course, unsteady as it is, Patrick leaps backwards, stumbles and falls right on his ass.
Tossing the bag he was carrying into the back of his 4x4, Andres bends over, says, "Are you hurt?"
Patrick right away thinks it might be cool to play this up a little, "I don't know," he leans on his elbows, looking down upon himself.
"Here, let me help you up," the 27-year old partner in the lumber business says, reaching down. He stops. "I'm not sure how to do this without hurting you?"
It put a devious thought in his head, Patrick instructing, "If I sit up, I think if you grab me around the waist and pull me up, it should be okay."
However, his plan was thwarted, Hwang showing up, "Patrick!"
He too had a bag, but concerned with Patrick lying three-fourths on the ground, stashes it, "Hold this a second," stuffing his bag into Andres' chest. Next, he kneels behind Patrick and tries getting him up from behind.
All was not lost, accordingly, Andres dropping the bag into the truck bed, "Here, let me give you a hand."
As it worked out, Patrick's scheme came to light. Standing, he fell forward, right into Andres' arms, saying, "Thanks."
From behind, Hwang says, "You're welcome!"
Andres smiles.
The `torment' was not quite over, Andres placing a hand on Patrick's chest, squatting to reach his crutches.
However, both were swiped from his reach, Hwang saying, "I've got them and I've got Patrick. Thanks for helping out."
"No problem," Andres left the bag and went back to the lumber warehouse.
"Like, are you jealous or something?" Patrick confronts.
"Do I sound jealous?" Hwang reacts.
"Um, yeah."
"You could've fallen backwards, but instead you chose to fall forwards. Case closed," Hwang says.
In a way, Patrick thought it kind of cool, Hwang sticking up for himself, saying, "Well, when I get better you'll have to punish me!"
"Why wait, when there's tonight?!"
About ready to steer Patrick in the direction of the warehouse, Bryce shows up, saying, "Fellas, this is our new foreman, Clay Derringer. He knows a lot about horses."
Politely, Clay shook each of their hands, Bryce introducing them one by one.
After the two disappeared, Patrick says, "He looks kind of mean."
To Hwang, he could only picture a hot man, dictating orders, throwing his weight around, ordering the guys around, not taking any lip, "Sometimes mean' can be sexy'!"
"He could murder us all in our sleep and `you' think he's sexy?" Patrick dramatizes the issue.
"Well, I sure hope he doesn't do you in, before I whip your ass with my cock!"
"Hmm," is all Patrick said, unsure if he would like that, a guy going where no man has gone before! Then again, as the two walk away, Patrick was already making amends. Even though he didn't doubt the mean part, Clay did looks kind of `sexy'!
Entering the bulk of the warehouse, major part of the inventory, Patrick and Hwang see their counterparts to sprucing up Bryce's farmyard, sweating, pulling their weight to load a flatbed truck.
In Hwang's estimation, none could be more sexy than Steve, pits and chest breaking out in rounded edges of sweat. Though, he would never let it get out, his secret desire for worshipping fat guys!
The secret he kept, did not fare well, when Patrick catches him in the act, "Go for it, man!"
"What?" Hwang disputes, the sound of the cover up in his voice.
Even though he wasn't into cubs, Patrick says, "Could be fun rubbing that hairy belly, huh?"
"You're crazy," Hwang shuns it, suddenly steering clear of Patrick.
Suddenly feeling abandoned, Patrick cheerfully says, "Easy come, easy go!" Then, he thinks deeper on it, how he could have worked up to coming, over his new Asian friend, only to have it appear it would never happen. "Oh well!" he says, thinking there's plenty of other fish in the sea!
Little did he know, from afar, Ron waiting his turn in line to place the two 2x4's on his shoulder on the truckbed, had settled on a short fantasy, staring right at Patrick. Not exactly Patrick, in the flesh, but those crutches he leaned on. Ever since high school, working out with some of the other muscleheads, trying to achieve a neatly chiseled set of six muscles, piled equally distant upon the other, did they discover how to keep them toughened-up, with a little friendly trade off of gut-punches. At the time, he did believe he was the only one in the universe who could get a hardon over feeling a man's punch, the feeling shooting right down, until... well, wouldn't it be kind of nice, he thought, to have Patrick ram one of those crutches into his...
"Hey, we don't have all day?" Ron got a nudge in the back from the end of a set of 2x4's.
Turning around, he was ready to knock the dude up side the head with his timber, but seeing it was the new forearm, "Oh, it's you."
Back at the office, Bryce had informed Clay Derringer, right after he took the job as foreman, he was up against a rough crew of cowpokes.
"You look fit, but is that all the lumber you can carry?"
`What the fuck?' is what Ron wanted to say, but eyeing up the bicep and gloved hand, carrying double what he had on his shoulder, "Um, I suppose I could carry more. I just figured all the other guys were..."
Not one for excuses, as they would all figure out sooner or later, Clay tells Ron, "No time like the present to find out, unless you're the type who wimps out on a little extra added weight?"
It's not just Clay, but anyone could tell Ron, even with a shirt on, hit the gym 8 days a week!
"Um, I'm not sure about this," Ron claims, as Clay transfers his load.
Something communicated between the two, Ron holding all 6 2x4's, divided between 2 arms.
Tapping Ron's abs with a balled up leather glove, Clay says, "Yeah, you're tough. Bet you could do 20 squats right now?"
"Now?" Ron doubted it very much!
"Nah." Clay had said it only to scare the shit out of Ron, which, by the facial expression and the quiver in his voice, he had proved successful.
What he didn't also detect, is how much Ron was loving the humiliation and if they weren't in front of all the other ranch hands, if they had been in a secluded atmosphere, say the barn, Ron might have met the challenge... At least that's what his churning balls were telling him!
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Meanwhile, back at Camp Rufghup, whereas the ranch hands were just picking up wood, campers and staff were putting the finishing touches on some of LL's carefully thought out projects. Not all to his credit.
When they finished the rope and frame project, proud of their combined efforts, they went right at breaking it in. From the sidelines, after the eighth man, Jose, tried scaling the top, the 25-year old froze in place when some of the timbers started to quake. Anyone on the roped frame at the time would have been of concern, but LL's good friend, it put such fear into his work, that, for the constructing the rest of the course of mud and climbing, he was on the phone, calling his architect-friend. One failure was enough, especially where lives were at stake. Fortunately Jose was tough enough to endure the drop when the top beam gave away.
Emerson Haggard III's grandaddy had built the original headquarters for LL's company. Upon acquiring the building, all it took was a little smooch in the elevator to seal the deal for renovating the aged building. Innocent, they never made their close encounter into anything, but still worked side by side, hiring a demolition expert and throughout construction of a new facility.
Over the years they remained friends, meeting up at gay pride celebrations in different cities, resorts, wherever LL and his other friends gathered.
Fortunately, the 41-year old was available at LL's beck and call, able to jet out to camp at a moment's notice. While there, Emerson, also a naturalist to his credit, had tutored the camp shrink into how a man can survive in the wilderness with next to nothing.
Dr. Johnson couldn't deny the `next to nothing' part, waking one morning, down by the lake, seeing Emerson butt-naked in the water, holding his arms out from his bod, like he was in some kind of trance, connecting with nature. It was the first time Duke tried connecting with nature, for himself!
Knowing of it, LL dismissed it as hogwash, but couldn't deny the visual as being somewhat, `stirring'!
Not only did Emerson do LL the favor of designing all the stations along the route of a `Warrior' setup, but was great at designating whom worked on what project. In his own mind, LL figured each station would be worked on by all, moving along to the next one. But no, Emerson's plan included all projects worked to completion at the same time.
To accomplish this, he set up a schedule. Foreman for each project was drawn from staff members from all venues, Camp Rufghup counselors, Gib Security and LL's posse.
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Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee
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