Two Sides of the Same Coin (35 page)

I had taken off most of my clothes and was about to step out of the jock when Mike said in a husky voice, “Come over here.” He was already bare assed and sitting on the edge of the bed. He was hard and looking at me with a hungry look on his face.

“You reckon the chili’s gonna keep, or do we need to turn it off?”

“It’ll keep,” he said as I moved across the room toward him. He wrapped his arms around my hips, feeling my ass and the straps framing it. He pushed his face right into the pouch and took a deep breath.

“You smell great, Jeffy, just like clean sweat and sex, all musky.” He began chewing gently on the pouch and my cock inside it. I began to reach down to take the jock off, but he stopped me.

“Let me enjoy this a while. Like I said, I love the way you smell, clean sweat, clean crotch, and that aroused smell.” I knew what he meant. Men just smell different when they’re aroused. I ground my cock into his face. Between the sweat I’d put out working out, the precum I was leaking, and Mike’s spit, the pouch was wet and hot. I have to admit, it wasn’t something I would have asked for, but it felt great. I reckon a big part of that was I was really turning my buddy on. Finally, he pulled the jock off and lay back on the bed. He looked incredible laying there with his hands behind his head. His legs were spread, and he was hard as rock, his dick against his furry belly. The red of the hair under his arms and around his crotch contrasted with the golden hair elsewhere really got me going. I lay down on top of him, and we began to kiss. He was rubbing his cock against the fur on my belly, and mine was down between his legs. He reached over and got out the lube and a condom. I was really raring to go by this time, so it didn’t take much time to get all lubed and suited up. He put his legs in the air, and I lubed his ass. I pushed in and he sighed.

“Wrap your legs around me, buddy.” He did and I began moving my entire body back and forth instead of just my hips. He was using his legs around my waist as leverage and grinding his dick into my belly.

Finally he said, “Hold off just a second, Jeffy, I got an idea.” He reached over, got the lube, and lubed up his cock and my belly. “Okay, do just what you were doin’ before.” I began moving my body again. “Jeff, that feels so fuckin’ good, so good.”

“Like that do ya, buddy?”

“Hell yeah!” We settled into a nice rhythm and began to kiss again. He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me close.

“Jeffy, this is so nice. You feel so good rubbin’ against my cock and my body. I ain’t never felt anythin’ like this before.”

“I aim to please.”

“You do, Jeffy, you do. I love the way you fuck, nice slow and easy, just takin’ your time, makin’ me feel good. I love havin’ you in me, Jeffy buddy. I love lookin’ up at you. This is so hot.”

“Think you could come like this?”

“I could. I’m pretty close now.”

“Me too. That sweet ass of yours is just too much, and that big dick of yours rubbin’ against me. Hot damn, I’m close!” I picked up the pace a bit.

Mike began murmurin’ in my ear. “Cum for me, Jeffy, shoot that big fuckin’ dick. Unload, show me how much you like my ass.”

“I’m comin’!” I exploded hard enough to see stars and bright colors all around. I kept moving back and forth knowing Mike liked it and was close.

“Here it comes, Jeffy, I’m gonna shoot. Fuck yeah, oh yeah!” I felt Mike’s cock pulsing as he unloaded between us. I had pulled up a bit, and his first blast hit him in the upper chest. He continued unloading for about a minute. It was intense. I ground my chest and belly against him, smearing his musk all over us both. The scent we shared was pretty intoxicating, clean sweat, arousal and sex, and musk.

“Thanks, Jeffy.”

“Thank you, that was incredible.”

“Yeah, it was wasn’t it? I really like bein’ that close to you. I never felt for anyone else what I feel for you.”

“I think we’re in the same boat there, bud.”

“I’ll get a towel for us, Jeff.”

“Leave it. It’s hot havin’ this all over us both.” He grinned at me. We pulled on our long handles and socks and went down for dinner.

We were sitting at the kitchen table with our chili. We got distracted from the cornbread, but I had a loaf of French bread in the freezer, so I made some garlic bread to go with the chili.

“This is good chili, Mike, nice and spicy.”

“I reckon chili should have a bit of a kick to it. Chili is based on red chile.”

“Ain’t gonna get any arguments from me there.”

“Thanks again, Jeffy.”

“For what?”

“Everything, the great roll in the hay we just had, all the great rolls in the hay, bein’ my friend, the way you look at me, workin’ out with me, lettin’ me share your bed, just everything.”

“You’re welcome. That’s all part of bein’ in a relationship; I’m sure there’ll be some rocky times, too, but we’ll get through those. We fit together pretty well, buddy. I reckon Dad was right when he told Sandy we’re two sides of the same coin.”

“This is all so new to me. I never reckoned that I’d even have friends, let alone a partner or boyfriend or whatever we are.”

“I’d call us partners.”

“I’m just afraid I don’t know what to do, how to react to you.”

“You’re doin’ fine, buddy. I notice you’re handlin’ stuff better and better. Like when one of the ladies at karaoke asked, ‘Who’s the lucky girl, Jeff?’ and you answered, ‘That’d be me.’ I told ya that closet door would come bustin’ down.”

“I just know I wanna be with you, Jeff, and I know I can’t do that if I’m in the closet. I reckon it’s easier and easier the more people who are acceptin’. Those that ain’t, I’m not gonna worry about ’em. They’re not worth my time.”

“You’re spot on there.”

“When are you gonna hear back from Mary Grace about the exhibit?”

“She’s on duty in the co-op tomorrow, so I reckoned I’d head down there. I figured I could call the lawyer and see if we could do whatever business he has over the phone. You wanna go to Winslett with me tomorrow?”

“Sure, it sounds like fun.”

“Good, bein’ as you’re gonna have to drive me. I gotta call about my truck tomorrow too.”

“I reckon you’re really jonesin’ to get it back.”

“You can say that again, buddy. I never realized how much I depend on it. I figured we could have lunch there, and after comin’ back here, play some football and have a workout. Tomorrow will be an easy one—legs and abs.”

Mike was staring at me grinning.

“What?”

“I just like lookin’ at ya.”

“Well, that’s kind of a mutual feelin’ there.” We finished off the chili and then cleaned up. We headed into the living room. We discussed going to Phoenix for the gay rodeo in February and what other rodeos we wanted to attend. We figured on about five or six including the finals. We spent some time talking about practicing, and finally we decided to hit the hay. We got into bed and Mike cuddled up against me. Neither one of us was really sleepy, so we began to talk.

“Jeff? Did you get picked on as a kid?”

“Yeah, for a while. I started stickin’ up for myself, and no one would say anything to my face at least. And Sandy was always there for me to go to a dance with or whatever.”

“How’d you stick up for yourself?”

“In about seventh grade, I realized that guys were a lot nicer to look at for me than girls. I guess some of the bullies picked up on that. They’d call me queer, or homo, or pansy, or fag, or whatever. I began to hate to go to school. None of the ‘no bully stuff tolerated’ existed then. I tried to fight back a few times but just got the shit kicked outta me. I kept tryin’, though. Dad noticed and asked me what was wrong. I told him how the kids were pickin’ on me and I’d tried to fight back but lost. His response was ‘Okay, son, we’re gonna teach you to fight.’ So that Saturday, Sheriff Johnston came over, and he and my dad started teachin’ me. Wayne helped. It was just little stuff, like if a guy’s comin’ at you, step in to meet him, and he’ll lose any momentum he has. Or, don’t try to hit in the face, hit in the solar plexus
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it’ll knock the wind outta the guy gettin’ hit. Sheriff Johnston taught me about pressure points and how to make somebody hurt like they felt they wanted to die, but not do any damage to ’em. And they taught me to wrestle. Dad also bought me my workout equipment. I began to lift weights.

“About a month later, a bully started pickin’ on me after school. Rick Rolfson. He was a big bully, always pickin’ on younger and smaller kids. He had his own little group always following him around. Anyway, one day after school he cornered me. He said he was gonna beat the shit outta me and make me suck his dick since I was queer. I had been workin’ out for a month and been workin’ with Dad and Sheriff Johnston at least twice a week. I told him, ‘Fuck off, Dick. Your cock is probably so tiny you can’t even find it in the dark. I guess that’s why you pick on everyone, so they won’t find out you’re a pin dick.’ He got all pissed and charged me. I moved forward, blocked his punch, and hit him in the solar plexus. It knocked the wind outta him. Then I grabbed his arm and used one of the pressure points Sheriff Johnston showed me. He was screamin’, and he actually started cryin’. I kept up with the pressure point and told him I’d keep it up until he died from pain unless he apologized for being such a pin dicked little girl with no balls, and also apologized for bullying everyone. He finally started screamin’ out, ‘I’m sorry I’m a pin dick wimp! I’m sorry I don’t got no balls. I’m sorry I’m cryin’ like a little girl; I’m sorry I’m a stupid bully.’ I finally let ’em up.

“By that time, one of the teachers was out there and grabbed me by the collar and hauled me back into the school. Next thing I know, Dad was there. The principal started tellin’ him how I picked a fight and I really hurt Rick and all this load of crap. Dad just listened real quiet like and finally asked me, ‘Jeff, did you start it?’ I answered ‘No, sir.’ Then he asked if Dick, and by then that’s what everyone was callin’ him, not Rick, was the one pickin’ on me all the time. I answered yes, and he just said ‘Well, son, I guess you finally got sick of it.’ The principal started stutterin’ somethin’ about expulsion and just then the sheriff showed up. Dad said hello and the sheriff looked at me and asked if I started it. I said ‘no sir.’ The principal started yellin’ that he was goin’ to expel me and all this bullshit. Just then the sheriff turned to him and said, ‘I’ve talked to about ten of the kids. All their stories match. Apparently that bully’s been picking on Jeff for months, and none of the teachers have done anything. Now I reckon in the eyes of the law, since harassment is illegal, Jeff had a right to defend himself. Now if I had to bring charges against anyone, it would be whoever didn’t prevent the situation by stopping the bullying. I don’t mean a teacher either. I mean whoever is the head of this school. Are we clear?’ The principal started stuttering again, apologized to me and to Dad, and told Sheriff Johnston he would make sure there were no bullies around. For a week or so, I was a big hero since I wasn’t the only one bullied. I got in a couple more fights, but not without reason. I always won. After that no one bothered me. I reckon maybe Dad knew about me before I came out to him. I was pretty lucky to have him. Not everyone approves of me here, but they accept me and live and let live.”

“You are really somethin’, Jeff.” He was looking at me with something like hero-worship in his eyes.

“Maybe so, buddy, but I’m with you ’cause you’re pretty special yourself.”

“Like I said before, just keep tellin’ me that, and someday I might believe it.”

“Look at it this way, Mike, I am special. I am wonderful. I’m smart, I’m good lookin’, I’ve got a great body, and I’m hung like a horse. In short, I’m irresistible. But you’re the one I couldn’t resist.”

“I dunno if I should say thanks or you cocky bastard.”

“How about, thanks you cocky bastard!” We both laughed at that. “You told me a bit about your gettin’ picked on. Didn’t your mom stick up for you against your dad?”

He was silent for a while, and finally answered, “She was a good Christian housewife. You know the type—be subservient to your man in all things. When he wasn’t around, she’d tell me she loved me just the way I was. I guess that kept me goin’.”

“You’d mentioned you have a brother and a sister. Tell me about them.”

“One younger sister, Evangeline, and one younger brother, Guy. Eve would be about twenty-one now and Guy about nineteen.”

“Do ya ever miss your family?”

“Not my old man at all. Sometimes I think about my mom, but I don’t rightly know if I miss her. She never did nothin’ to try and stop my old man. My sister and brother, yeah, I do miss. They both tried to stand up to him when he sent me away.”

“Ya ever think of lookin’ for your sister and brother?”

“From time to time. I wonder now though, what would I say to them, and what would they say to me. Don’t know that we’d have much in common.”

“You said your parents were Cajun?”

“Yep, fresh outta the bayous; when the old man got the ‘call to preach’ it led him to Nebraska. I reckon, too, they weren’t too popular; my mom said a few times that they caught hell from everyone when they left the Catholic Church. We’d speak French at home, I can’t rightly speak it now, but I understand most stuff. Tell ya what, Jeffy. How about I make you some gumbo sometime? I make really good gumbo.”

“I like that idea, buddy.”

He chuckled then.

“Okay, what’s up?”

“I was just thinkin’. Remember how I told ya I’d never been naked outside the bathroom before leavin’ home?”

“Yeah.”

“I think every night we been together we’ve slept bare-assed. It was kind of a shock to me that most guys sleep in their underwear and not in pajamas, and now we spend about eight hours outta every twenty-four buck naked.”

“It just seems right with you. You don’t mind, do ya?”

“Not one bit. I like it.”

“What would ya do if ya ran into your father?”

“That one I don’t know either. Believe me, I thought about it enough. Part of me would like to kick the shit outta him. Another part of me would just want to walk away. A third part wonders if he regretted what he did.”