My thanks to J.O. Dickingson - authorsix@hotmail.com for his editing and comments, but most of all for being a friend the likes of which I've not found in Western Oklahoma. All is fiction of course; your comments would be received with pleasure and a great deal of surprise! Thanks, Rand mik_l@hotmail.com
November Thanks - Part 2
"Don't know when we'll be back. Don't stay up!" Bill shouts as he heads for the door. Jay, looking a little apprehensive, gives me quick wave and rushes to catch up with Bill.
"Really, you'd think that at his age.." Mother continues talking to the book she is reading. She sits where she has a nominal view of the TV, curled up under an afghan. Dad's also got his nose in a book, but I don't know if he is even awake. My little sister is spending the night with a friend. I'm stretched out on the couch, I guess I'm watching TV, but really I'm still reliving this afternoon.
It's weird to think I'd had sex with Jay. I mean I don't even know him really. My cock stirs though thinking about his lips and tongue exploring my body. I can still taste him on my lips. The taste of those balls, I've never seen such big balls, and my god, they hung so low. I could almost swallow one of them, sucking them into my mouth, my nose bumping against that fat cock of his. It really is amazing, I didn't expect so much on a short wiry guy. But even so, was it right to have sex with him?
"Ha!" I can't help laughing out loud. Right to have gay sex in Oklahoma? Is it ever right?
"What's so funny, dear?" my mother asks and even Dad is glancing up at the TV.
"Nothing, just remembering something." I still can't control my giggles.
"I'll get it." I jump up and head for the phone. When is it right to have sex with a guy? I laugh again while picking up the receiver.
"Hello, Wallace residence, Mark speaking." Mother, still watching me, smiles and returns to her book.
"Hey Mark, Jason. What's going on dude?"
"Hey Jason. Not much, just watching some TV."
"Must be funny, what channel?"
"No, I mean I don't know what channel, but it wasn't the show that's got me laughing."
"I'm going to take it in my room, would you hang up the phone?" I look at both parents and both are studiously reading their books. "Ah, Jason, I'll call you right back, ok?"
"Ok Mark."
"Thanks." Hanging up the phone I head through the kitchen towards my room.
I take the steps two at a time.
"Hey Jason, I'm back dude," I say in the phone and flop on the bed.
"So what got you laughing so? I didn't know your parents were that funny." Jason ribs me.
"What do you mean, they're a regular comedy routine!" I laugh and stretch.
"So, got your buck yet?" we both ask simultaneously and laugh again.
"I saw mine dude, going to get him tomorrow, just know it." My cock stirs again thinking about seeing the buck while getting my cock sucked by Jay.
"Yeah, sure. I bet I get mine before you. I always have, you know that."
"Well this year will be different, and I'll take your bet!"
"Yeah sure, ok, Mark, if you get you deer first, you." his voice drops to a whisper, "get my ass. But if I get mine first, I get yours."
"Shit, Jason, you sure about this dude?" My cock is now hard, Jason's tight little ass is going to be mine.
"I'm horny Mark, it's driving me up the wall. You're always with Natasha and her group."
"Hey, dude, I'm sorry, but we got to be safe, you know that. Can't do anything in this town without it being everyone's business."
"Yeah, I know. - - - I've been thinking of riding out to the rest stop on the highway. Might get some action there."
"JASON, dude, that's so uncool. Dude you could get hurt or something. You don't know what could happen. How could you even think about that? Sex at a rest stop? Dude that is just so."
"I need to do something dude. And maybe it's better if you don't know the guy. I mean, if it is all strangers, then no one's going to find out, right?"
"You think it is better to have sex with a stranger?" Well, didn't I? Well maybe Jay can't be counted as a stranger. I mean he knows my brother. Should I mention that to Jason?
"Heck yes, I mean they don't know you, don't know who you are or anything about you. It is the perfect way to have sex."
"Dude, having you in a tent all night is the perfect way." That was a good night. God my cock is painful stuck in my jeans.
"But when is that going to happen? Neither of our parents will let us out this time of year. No, the rest stop sounds pretty good. Unless, of course, you could find your way over here or something. We could get the horses and find some place. What do you think?"
"I think I'm hard dude. Tomorrow I'll be over to claim my winnings, how's that? You ready for me then?"
"Shit yeah, I'm ready for anything. You'll be careful won't you? You know you'd be the first."
"Jason, don't worry dude. We'll do it right, or not at all. There are plenty of ways to have fun. Hurting you isn't one of them. Just promise dude, no rest stop. I'll call and let you know in the morning. Shit."
"What's wrong?"
"Oh my brother and his friend went out partying, bet they won't be up early.
Shit, I suppose I can ask Dad to take me. Can't believe this."
"Yeah, I know what you mean."
"Only three months though. Then my license, I can't wait."
"Yeah, I've got eight months dude. You'll have to pick me up, you will won't you?"
"Course, why won't I?"
"Well, thought maybe with Natasha and all."
"Ok, that's it. I better get off and go plead with my dad anyway. I just got to get out tomorrow morning. Got to get my buck."
"Either that or I get your ass dude. Sure you won't rather have me take your cherry?"
"Fuck you."
"Ha, you wish. Maybe tomorrow dude. Call."
"Sure thing."
I walk down the stairs and back into the den. "Dad, ."
I hear the tires crunching the gravel as Dad heads back home. I've got the flashlight on, aimed low just so I can see as I head towards the grove. It's suppose to be morning, but the sky is still dark - darkest just before dawn, right? Well it ought to be dawn soon then. It's not all that early, heck I'm up by this time to go to school. But on the day after Thanksgiving people are suppose to stay in bed late - well except the shoppers I suppose. I stumble slightly and freeze. "Pay attention" I chide myself. Got to get my buck. And not just because of the bet with Jason, there is my brother and, well just because.
I ease against the tree and place my stuff on the ground, the flashlight first, aimed into the brush and giving just enough light to place things solidly on the ground where they won't fall or make any noise. I cradle the rifle in my lap and turn off the flashlight.
It seem so quiet, but slowly the sounds of the field and the night become louder as I'm straining to hear every little noise. The creek babbles just a little, not enough water flowing to make much noise. The field mice make faint rustling sounds. I suppose an owl or hawk is flying above waiting for movement to dive and catch a meal, or maybe all of the night killing is done and now is the time for me. I push back against the bark trying to feel the roughness through my coat, discomfort to keep me wary, to keep me from thinking.
It's been nearly three hours, I'm standing by the road stomping my feet to keep them warm. I glance back every couple of minutes, well maybe seconds, to where I've hoisted my deer. A clean shot, though my heart leapt to my throat as I watched him jump and start to run, only to collapse on the creek bank. It was tough carrying 150 pounds back into the trees where I could hoist him up off the ground. I'm not that skilled at gutting and cleaning so that has to wait. At the sound of a pickup, I turn my head back to the road. Our pickup is heading down the road but it looks like two in the cab.
"Well damn, he did get his deer," my brother grins and stares at my buck.
"Bill, you better watch your language around your mother." My father is all business. "Well, are you two going to clean the thing here or have the butcher do it?" Thing, maybe now it is a thing, but it was a buck. I don't know why his comments hurt.
Bill and I rig up a carrying pole. The trip back to the truck seems longer than when I led them to see my deer. My deer, I got my deer.
"We'll just drop it off at the butchers on the way home, no sense in making a second trip. You did get all of your stuff didn't you Mark?"
"Yes sir, I'll load it in the back now." I'd like to take it back to the house, get a picture of it and even get Jason over to look at it. Jason, ha, he'll be envious and sore too.
"Not too bad little brother, a little scrawny, but not too bad. Guess I'll have to get out tomorrow morning and show you how it's done."
I bite back the retort I was going to make as I see my dad's eyes on both of us. "Well climb in, let's get going. I've things to get done today even if you two don't."
The hot shower felt good and the eggs and bacon and coffee especially good. Past ten, ought to be able to get Jason at home. I head up to my room to call.
"Yes, hello, may I speak to Jason please? This is Mark, Mark Wallace."
"Hey Jason, how did you do? Do I need to practice bending over? Ha! What, nothing yet. Well maybe your luck will change, or maybe it has. Mine's at the butcher's. Yeah, dude. No, I'm not joking. Yeah, 12 points. Well, ok, maybe just 4, but I did get my deer. No, I didn't get any pictures. Well my dad wanted to get it to the butchers, `No sense in wasting any time, now is there?' Yeah, I wish I could have gotten a picture. Yeah, well, he's not like your dad. No, he doesn't hunt; he's not into that. Yeah well.
"So, I suppose I get to collect on our bet, right. Hey dude, it's ok. I won't hold you to it. Really? You mean it Jason? Dude you know I will. No way man, only if you really want and you've got to promise to let me know if it hurts. Ok?
"I'll be there around 3:00. Yeah, see you then."
I'm smiling and am on top of the world as I walk back down to the kitchen and into the den.
"All hail the great white hunter." Jay laughs.
"Yeah, thanks, where is everyone?" I sit down in the recliner and stretch out.
"Don't know, I think your father and brother went out to look at Bill's tires. He was talking about the wheel pulling. Guess I'll go check." He rises and stretches, the sweatshirt rising above his jeans and showing the hair covered stomach. "Bill said it was a nice deer." Jay's hand grabs my upper thigh and squeezes, "sounds like you did good."
He's gone, just like that. His hand still seems to be grabbing my leg, squeezing just below the crotch. I don't know him. Is it easier to have sex with a stranger? I pull up the chair and twist around to look, but he has gone outside.
I head for the front door to join them, but the phone rings.
"Good morning, Wallace residence, Mark speaking."
"Hey Brandon. Guess what, I got my deer. Yeah. No, it's at the butchers. Yeah, you can come over. Yeah, 4 points. Not much, just getting ready to go outside. Yeah, my dad's looking at Bill's car. Tires I think. With his driving he's probably wearing them down fast. Ok, see you."
I feel good. Things have never been better. I open the door and step out. Dad and Bill are kneeling at the front driver's side tire. Jay is standing looking on and listening. I walk up and put my hand on Jay's shoulder and squeeze. "What's up?"
Jay looks up and smiles, "Looks like it may be out of alignment. The inside tread is wearing faster."
He doesn't seem to mind my hand and may have moved closer - or is that my imagination? Why do I even want to flirt, is that what we are doing, or is it just teasing each other? I'm not going to become friends with Jay, not real friends. I don't really even know him. Dad and Bill stand up and Jay moves away from me. I let my hand drop and follow them around to the other side. Seems like we will check that tire now.
I move away and find the basketball. Time to shoot some hoops. Good mindless activity is what I need when things are bothering me. Let my mind work at its own pace and not interfere. Soon Jay and Bill join me, we are just shooting hoops and horsing around when Brandon arrives.
"Some two on two? High-schoolers against collegians." Brandon suggests.
"Sounds great to me - let's go." I laugh knowing that Jay's not that good and at 5'9" at a big disadvantage. But it's only for fun and I love to beat my brother.
"Lunch, come and get it," Mother calls. I don't remember her even driving up. We've been playing for well over an hour. I was hungry again. Good that the weather is warm.
"Thanks for lunch Mrs. Wallace, it was great."
"You're welcome Brandon, anytime. A friend is always welcome in our house."
Does it get on anyone else's nerves when a parent is so nice to a friend? "I'll get the dishes Mom." I guess I should be pleased so I decide to show it, anyway, another point on Bill.
"Thank you dear, would you also bring in the pies and the cakes and desert plates? I'll just serve everyone from here."
I take a load back into the kitchen and take two of the pies back with me. On the next trip I bring the desert plates and then on the third, the cakes.
"So where did you get your deer?" Brandon asks around a fork of raisin creme pie.
"Off Turner Road on Mr. Grisham's ranch. The creek runs through the back portion and the land's never been cleared.
"Got a picture of it?" Brandon asks.
"Why would anyone take a picture of a dead animal?"
"Dad it's a trophy. You've got to realize it is a big deal," Bill replies to the question I was going to ignore. Maybe he likes me after all.
"Bet if we go to the butcher's we could get a picture or two. They won't have done anything with it yet," Brandon tells me.
"Think so? That would be great." I feel so good. My brother took up for me and Brandon wants to help.
"I can take you there after lunch, if that's ok?" he looks towards my mom. Guess Brandon can be sneaky too cause his face probably looks as pleading as mine.
"Well if you need a picture of a dead deer, I won't stop you. You can take the camera. Just don't use up all the film on just one deer. Save some for your brother when he gets his."
"Thanks Mom." I grin across the table to Brandon and fork myself another bite of pecan pie. Holidays are sure good.
"Brandon, would you have sex with a stranger?" I ask as we head over to the butchers.
"Who's stranger than you?" he laughs.
"No, I mean would you have sex with a guy just to have sex?"
"Isn't that the way we started? I mean I had my eyes on you at football practice, but did we really know each other when we had sex?"
"Well, no, but." Gawd, I was sounding stupid to my own ears.
"Hey, it was definitely better the night in your room. Yeah, there is a difference between having sex and making love. Is that what you want to hear?"
"Yeah, I mean well, Jason called" Jason, I forgot, 3:00 oh damn, "well, he was talking about going to the rest stop. That sex with strangers was easier and better than with someone particular. Maybe more easy to hide or something."
"Well, it is definitely easier to be selfish, not to worry about your partner. I mean I'm always having to watch what I say and do with April. A relationship is work. Getting your rocks off shouldn't have to be that much work. You have relationships for other reasons."
"So, why are we having a relationship?"
"You really have to ask Mark?"
"No, no I don't. Thanks Brandon." One of his hands was resting on the shift stick; I placed mine on top and laced my fingers with his. He turned, flashed me a smile and continued to McNally's, the butcher shop.
Four pictures later, we are back in Brandon's car. "Show me where you got him."
"Ok, easiest way would be to take the 3 Mile Road out to Turner's Road. Then head west about a mile." I wait till we turn on to the section road and then reach over and again lay my hand on top of Brandon's. It feels so right.
"There, pull in at the gate." Brandon parks the car and we climb out. "See the rise over there? That's where I was. Want to go see?"
I lead the way anxious to show Brandon the site of my conquest. When we reach the woods, I slow down then grab his hand. "This way." He smiles and follows.
"This is where I was," I stand in front of the tree and pull Brandon back into me, one arm around his waist. "And the deer came from up there down towards the creek there." I point and then bring my arm down and encircle him, hug him, fold myself around him and try to absorb him. My lips find his neck, feel the smooth skin, the soft skin I kiss. I nibble, kiss and lick Brandon's neck and moving up, his ear.
"God, I do love you." I whisper in his ear. I'm in shock that I would say such a thing and rest my chin on his shoulder, shudder and squeeze him tight against me. I will not cry, control.
"Mark," Brandon arches his head back and turning it mouths my cheek reaching for my mouth with his.
We kiss. His lips gently press against mine. But the gentleness turns to passion as he presses harder and pushes his tongue inside my mouth. His tongue wanders and he turns his body around within my arms so we are face to face.
My hands leave the narrowness of his waist to cross his broad back and rest on his shoulder blades pushing him hard against me. I raise one hand from the unyielding muscles of his back and into the soft short silkiness that is his hair. I lean hard against the tree and pull his weight against me.
We break our kiss and I stare into his eyes as my hands pull at his shirt, spreading it across his chest. The T-shirt is taut and shows his nipples hard against the cotton material. I lower my head and suck and bite.
I want him. I want to lick every inch of his body, to suck on his fingers, toes, nipples, balls and cock.
"Mark, dude, hate to stop you but it's cold in the shade." Brandon gently pushes my head off his chest, my lips off his nipple.
"Brandon, I'm sorry, I just got carried away, I didn't realize. Oh dude, I didn't mean to -." I can't believe how thoughtless I am.
"Hey," he smiles and then gently leans forward and covers my mouth with his.
His tongue slides in and flicks mine. He pulls me tight and sucks my tongue into his mouth. "Let's try this in the sun, Mark. Maybe down by the creek in sunlight it will be warmer." His voice is as gentle as his lips brushing against mine as soft as his hair under my fingertips.
He pulls back and reaching, takes my hand in his. He leads me down into the creek bed, into the sunlight and turns to face me. He smiles and then pulls my jacket back and off my shoulders. Catching it, I toss it on the bank while his fingers work on the buttons of my shirt. At my jeans, he grabs shirt and T-shirt both and pulls them up and out and then unbuttoning the last few buttons pushes the shirt off my shoulders too. Frantically, I tug at the cuffs trying to pull the sleeves off my arms as Brandon puts his hands under my T and rubs my stomach.
Pushing the T ever higher, Brandon reaches my nipples and pinches and twists all the while I struggle with my cuffs. Finally, with one arm free, I yank the other sleeve off and toss it towards my jacket. I reach out and start to take Brandon's jacket and shirt off too. I want to press my bare chest against his, I want to feel his heart beating against mine.
Brandon yields to my pulling and drops his arms so his shirt and jacket both fall off his shoulders. I see his nipples hard against the white cotton of his T, one wet with my spit where I had bit and sucked. I pull his T from out of his jeans and start to pull it over his head.
"Wait, let's both do it." Brandon tosses his jacket and shirt towards mine and then lefts his T. Hurriedly, I lift mine trying to beat him so I can free my hands and eyes, so I can see his body uncovered.
Smooth, it gleams slightly in the sun. Full chest, tight stomach and muscles all around. His arms reach for me and I move into his embrace. We hold each other, run our hands down each other's back.
"You know I love you." I whisper in his ear. How corny, but I do. Did I break a taboo, should I have stayed quiet?
His head lowers into my neck and he kisses the sucks and licks his way up to my ear. "Me too."
Tears form in my eyes as I lean in to kiss him. I feel him grinding himself against me. His hands pressing against my back, sliding down and then up to cradle my head. He opens his mouth to speak, then licks his lips and smiling, leans forward for another kiss.
Suddenly he drops to his knees and starts rubbing the crotch of my jeans with one palm while opening my belt with the other. Belt undone, he takes both hands and starts to unbutton my fly. Four unbuttoned, he leans forward and rubs his face in my briefs. His hands circle around to my ass pulling me against him. Reaching up, his fingers grab my back pockets and yank down. My jeans still tight, grab my briefs and slowly work their way over my ass cheeks.
His face still grinds against my crotch, my hardened cock and as jeans and brief pull free, his lips and nose bury themselves in my hair. Freed, my cock slaps up and strikes Brandon on the neck. He slides around my cock and engulfs one of my balls. Sucks the ball into his mouth running his tongue over and over.
I grab him by his shoulders and lift him up. "Too much, too much - I can't take any more like that. Please, let me have you." I press against him, my cock against denim, our bare chests pressed against one another. I stick my tongue in his mouth and taste the sweat from my balls. I press against his back and then cover his ass with my hands. Rub against the denim, feel the hardness of his ass cheeks.
I have to make him feel as good as he has made me. I wonder if it is possible? I wonder if I can make him tingle the way he does me? Make his hair stand on end and scream as the pressure and the intensity builds. Is there any way possible to make him feel that good, that special - I've got to try.
I reach down and undo his belt. I step back to kneel so I can unzip his jeans and trip on mine. I stumble and Brandon laughs a rich full laugh and I join him. With boots on I'll never get the jeans off, so I scrunch them up at my feet and carefully kneel before Brandon.
"You're beautiful." Another intelligent phrase falls from my lips. But it is true. Looking up over his naked torso, his smile full of white teeth, his gleaming eyes, and his dark black hair against the blue sky, he is beauty.
I bury my face against his jeans, my fingers grasping at his ass, clenching and molding his ass cheeks. I feel his cock, hard against the denim running along my face. I bite through the denim to his meat, scrapping my teeth against his jeans. I take my hands off his ass and start to unzip his jeans and pull them down. His boxers are flannel and feel warm against me as I rub my face against him, rolling his cock around.
I pull his boxers down and his cock stands free. His cock is a pillar of white with a ruddy red head. It rises from the pale flat stomach and a forest of dark curly hair. His balls hang low and I flick my tongue across the sack. I move in low, tonguing his balls and forcing my head between his legs I tongue behind his balls to that between patch of skin.
I want to continue and lick his ass, but I can't. Am afraid of what Brandon might think. So instead I suck a ball into my mouth. They hang so loose and low that the skin drapes over my lips. I suck deep and pull tight and flicking my tongue so gently and quickly across the taut skin. My hands run up his legs and onto his ass, cradling his cheeks.
I feel his cock head leaking against my ear and my face as I move and suck at his balls. I want to hear Brandon moan. I want to know that I have him as hot as he had me - and has me. I pull off his balls and suck half of his cock into my mouth. The pre-cum is tart, the taste of his cock sharp. I flick my tongue over his head and under the tip. I suck hard on it as I run my tongue around and around.
Finally I hear a moan. Brandon's knees start to bend and he rocks his cock in and out of my mouth. I press my hands into his ass and lift and pull his cheeks apart. Brandon leans forward; forcing me back onto my back with rocks jabbing me here and there. He twists around, but I keep his cock in my mouth, tasting the flow of pre-cum and smearing it around his cock head.
Suddenly my cock is engulfed in warmth and wetness. Brandon has started sucking me too. Each flick of his tongue delights me so; I've got to return the feeling. His hands rubbing along my thighs, I arch my back. I've got to return the feeling. He twists his head and his chin rubs against my pubic hair. I've got to return the feeling. The urge is building, my skin is tingling and my back is arching trying to force more into him. I've got to.I shoot, the feeling is so intense I'm shaking and then I feel the heat of Brandon's cum filling my mouth. I swallow some and with my tongue swirl some around his cock and swallow again and again.
The tension leaks out of my body. I feel Brandon sag on top of me. I gently lick and suck on his spent cock. He responds by doing the same to mine. It is joy so intense it resembles pain. I want to cry and laugh but most of all I want to hug Brandon close and never let go.
My hand covers his on the stick shift the entire trip home. We stare at each other and say nothing as he drops me off. I walk silently and contently into the house, through the kitchen towards my room. "Mark, have you been with Jason? His mother called, they don't know where he is."
Bemused, nothing penetrates. "No, been out with Brandon." And I climb the stairs to my room.