Two Sides of the Same Coin (39 page)

“Buddy, I can’t believe you talked me into wearing this jock. It’s as uncomfortable as hell. You look at me, I get hard, and it is not pleasant.”

“Believe me, Jeffy. It will be worth it for ya when we get home.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that.”

“You better.” We grinned at each other. Sandy came over to the booth.

“I’m sorry. I just got so upset when Dad told me you got shot at and then almost froze to death. I kinda got myself all worked up over it. I didn’t mean to break down like that. Now, Jeff, Mike, your food and drink is on the house. What will ya have?” She was smiling shyly. I’d never seen Sandy look that meek before. It was almost worth gettin’ slapped.

“Don’t worry about it, darlin’. I was pretty upset myself last night. And believe me, after I realized it wasn’t the smartest thing to do what I did, I thought about Mike, you, Maria, José, Josh, and all my friends.” She started sniffing again, but she was still smiling. I reckoned I wouldn’t get slapped again.

“I’ll have a bacon cheeseburger and fries, and to drink how about a Sierra Nevada Pale Ale?”

“Okay, and you, Mike?”

“Same for me, can you also add an order of the fried jalapenos?”

“Comin’ right up.” She turned and headed toward the kitchen.

“Mike, I will never understand how women think. I just don’t see how straight men cope.”

“We’re in the same boat there.”

“You gonna get out your belts and hat bands and mccartys and bridles and key chains for Mary Grace? You’re gonna have to explain that a mccarty is a piece of tack.”

“Reckon so. It would be nice to make some money off of ’em. Then maybe I can contribute some money to us too.” I stared at him for a minute or so.

“Mike, money doesn’t mean nothin’ to me. I don’t care how much you make or don’t make or anythin’ like that. I care about you. You bein’ there for me last night was worth more than all the gold in Fort Knox.” Just then Sandy came with our beers.

“Other than last night’s excitement, what have you two been up to?”

“Jeff and me went to the co-op and saw the photos for his exhibit. Mary Grace is also gonna show my horsehair belts and hatbands and such.”

“That’s great, Mike. You’re really talented at that, and it is a real cowboy craft.”

“By the way, Sandy, Mary Grace is gonna ask you and Josh, José, Maria, and others when we go carolin’ this year, to all wear Santa hats on top of our cowboy hats. Like I did that one year, remember?”

“That’s a great idea. Is she gonna use the pics in your exhibit?”

“Yeah, she wants to feature a local boy.”

“That would be fun!” She headed off to check her other tables. I raised my beer mug to Mike.

“To us. May the worst day of our future be no worse than the happiest day we’ve had together so far. That’s an Irish toast. I learned it from my grandfather.”

“Cheers. That’s nice, Jeffy. I don’t got a toast, but I do have a song my grandfather taught me; it’s Cajun.”

He sang it in his soft tenor, and took my hand as he began to sing. When he was done, the table behind us clapped.

Nick said, “Nice voice, Mike; here we got music and there’s no band; it’s great!”

“That was beautiful, buddy.”

“You understood it?”

“Bits and pieces. It’s been a long time since high school French. What was beautiful was you singin’ it.” He smiled and translated.

The north wind has been blowing

Sleet has just fallen

And the leaves are all covered

Winter is a boring time

To be at home alone

C’mon over my dear

And join me.

“I kinda think of you when I think of that song, Jeff. It has a second verse.”

“That’s really nice, Mike; thanks for sharin’ that.” He turned all red.

“It’s nothing really; I like what it says, and it makes me think of you.

The fire in the fireplace is lit

The coffee’s done boiling

And I’m here looking

At a small picture of you

Winter is a boring time

To be at home alone

C’mon over my dear

And join me.”

Just then Sandy came with two more beers and the fried jalapenos, or as the menu calls ’em “Cowboy Breath Mints.” Mike and I chorused, “Thanks.” We dug into the jalapenos. They were hollowed out, filled with cheese, and dipped in batter and deep-fried. They went perfect with beer.

“Good idea, Mike, I’m glad you ordered these.”

“They seemed like they’d hit the spot. You more or less recovered from yesterday?”

“Yeah, I know you understand, but it sure does fuck with your head to be on the wrong end of a gun like that.”

“It took me a couple of days to get over it when me and Wayne got shot at.”

“I wonder about Wayne. He got shot. He seems okay now, but I hope he’s okay inside. I don’t know that he has anyone to talk to.”

“You think he’s seein’ a lady in Wenatchee, don’t ya, Jeff?”

“I do. I hope she listens to him half as good as you listen to me. Besides, where else could he be spending all that time? He’s always been real closed-mouth about his personal life.”

“Thanks. You’ve listened to me quite a bit though too.”

“All part of bein’ together, bud. You up for goin’ huntin’ again when I get my truck back? It should be next week sometime.”

“I sure am. Hey, Jeff, did you make reservations for the rodeo in Phoenix?”

“I got the room reserved.”

“Well, then let’s spend some time practicin’ our ropin’. We gotta win us some matchin’ buckles.”

“You’re not gonna suggest we start dressin’ alike are ya, like both wear the same hats, shirts, and boots?” I looked right at him.

“Why do you ask that?” I could see that was exactly what he was thinking.

“I just like lookin’ at you dressed like
you
, not like me. You were thinkin’ that though, weren’t ya?”

“I was.”

“I got an idea you’ll like better. I’ll tell ya about it when we get home.”

“Now I like the sound of that!”

“Believe me, you’ll like it in action a lot more, buddy.” I hoped he would anyway. I was finding some stuff about my partner the last day or so that was interesting. If I was reading him right, the idea I had would get him climbing the walls. I’d be the beneficiary, so I did have an ulterior motive, but it was more for him really.

“You gonna tell me?”

“All in good time, buddy.” Just then Sandy walked over with our burgers.

“Jeff, Mike, you guys want to come into town this weekend? We’re havin’ a good country band in here on Saturday, and Maria will be here. So will José, Josh, and Renee.”

“Sounds like fun. What do you think, Mike?”

“I’m up for it, as long as you’ll dance with me, Sandy.” She beamed at him.

“I take it Jeff taught you to dance.”

“Yep, I really like it.”

“You know how to lead?” His face fell on that one.

“I’ll teach you. I know Jeff has no idea how to follow.”

“Jeff’s a leader all right. Lucky we all just don’t follow blindly. Like I’m lucky I didn’t run out into freezin’ drizzle buck naked the other day followin’ his lead.” Mike chuckled. I’d get back at him later.

“Some of us are just leaders and others followers. Some are pitchers and some catchers, some like chocolate and some strawberry.”

“What are you talkin’ about, Jeffy?” Mike was giving me a quizzical look.

“Just a line from a movie I saw once.” We made plans with Sandy to meet her here at One Eyed Jack’s at eight on Saturday. We’d have some time to eat, and she got off work at eight. We finished our burgers and walked out the door. We got into Mike’s truck. He turned up the heat. I grabbed his hand and held it when he started to drive.

“What are ya doin’?”

“I’m holdin’ your hand, Mike. That okay?” He squeezed my hand back.

“It’s more than okay. I really like it. Lots of things you showed me I like. I never thought that I would, like kissin’, holdin’ hands, gettin’ fucked.”

“You just needed to find the right guy, bud.”

“Well, I think he found me, and I’m sure as hell happy about that.” We rode the rest of the way back to the ranch holding hands. We got to the ranch and in the house pretty quick. It was cold out, and it looked like the weatherman was right. We would get a hard freeze before morning. I locked the door and practically jumped Mike. His idea about me wearing the jockstrap was a good one. I was conscious of it every minute I had it on. Also since he’d asked me to wear it and not shower, I could smell faintly on myself the good clean sweat of a man aroused. I grabbed him and had my arms around him and my tongue in his mouth before he had half a chance to react. Once he did react, it was obvious he was as worked up as I was. He was pushing into me, grabbing my crotch, and kissing back like he’d never been kissed before. I was stiff as a board, and reaching down and feeling Mike, he was sporting quite a big bit of wood also. I kicked off my boots and he did likewise.

“C’mon, buddy, let’s get upstairs.” He didn’t need no more urging and galloped up the stairs. When I got to our room, he had already shucked his jeans and shirt and was unbuttoning his long johns. I had my shirt, socks, and jeans off in a flash. I stood there in my jock, the one I’d worn yesterday and the one he asked me to wear today. By this time he was naked and stood by the bed. I walked over and pushed him down on the bed.

As I started to move to position my crotch over his face he asked me, “Jeffy, buddy, why don’t you just kick back and let me take care of you, okay?”

“You gonna do a good job?”

“Hell yes!” I got on the bed, and he was up in a flash. I lay on my back and put my hands behind my head. I spread my legs a bit. The jock was tented out as much as the tight material would allow. I had to admit, it looked hot. He just stood looking at me for a couple of minutes. His hard-on was jutting out from his red bush. He looked like some Greek god come down to earth.

“Jeffy, now I understand why you like lookin’ at me when I’m sprawled out on the bed. It’s hot.”

“Get that pretty mouth down there and take care of me. I been waitin’ on it all day long.” He jumped on the bed and got between my legs. He had his face against the pouch of my jock in an instant. The boy was really turned on by it. He played with the material a bit and got my cock in a more comfortable position. He fondled my balls through the material with one hand while his mouth worked on my jock-covered dick. Pretty soon the pouch was soaked from precum and spit. He moved up and kissed me. He tasted like me; but he was underneath it. That unique mix of Mike, peppermint, Skoal, and beer; I thought it was the hottest taste on the planet. He began to move down my body and stopped and rammed his face into each of my underarms, licking to beat all. Who’d’ve figured the boy liked sweat so much. He was certainly gettin’ off on me. Seeing him all worked up was gettin’ me primed too. All of a sudden, he was back down below the belt. The cool wetness of the pouch was heated by his mouth. It felt good, real good. I loved having my balls played with, and he was working them like a pro. The whole scene was so hot I knew I wouldn’t last too long.

“Talk to me, Jeffy; tell me how that feels. Am I doin’ a good job? Am I makin’ you feel good?”

“Fuck, buddy. It feels great. Even this fuckin’ jockstrap feels good with your hand and mouth on it. Yeah, you got one hot mouth on you. You like suckin’ cock don’t ya, bud?”

“I like suckin’ your cock, my Jeffy’s big cock. Tastes good, just like you. You leak enough precum to float a ship, you know that?”

“Don’t want you to get thirsty or hungry, bud. C’mon boy, let me feel that hot tongue of yours right through the pouch. You been waitin’ for my cock all day. Show me how much you wanted it.” He began working it with his lips and tongue. He’d rub his beard across the pouch occasionally, and it was so hot. I was watching him really getting into it. His beard glistened with precum and spit and he was really in hog heaven. I never would have thought of leaving the strap on, but I had to admit, it was hot. He was so turned on, it was amazing. He was staying rock hard just from what he was doing. And what he was doing was gettin’ me off too.

“You keep that up, and I’m gonna shoot a load in that sweaty jock, buddy.” I wasn’t sure if he’d continue or start sucking on me with no obstruction. He continued what he was doing. I couldn’t hold back and felt that familiar drawing, tightening, and swelling that meant I was about to shoot.

“Buddy, I’m cummin’! I’m gonna shoot, buddy!” I let out a big yell and lost it. He was trying to suck as much cum up as he could through the material. I was squirming and kicking to beat the band. The orgasm seemed to last a few minutes. When I finally stopped spasming, he came up and lay next to me. I drew him close and kissed him deep and long. His face was all wet and carried the musky smell of sweat and sex. He tasted the same way, a way I could only describe as musk, sex, and arousal. I realized it was me on him I was tasting. That was a real hot thought. He kept gently rubbing my wet jock as we kissed. I had to admit it felt great. I was good for another round.

“Just keep rubbin’ me like that, buddy. Get me hard again. I’m gonna fuck you.”

“I’d like that, Jeffy. Did you like what we just did?”

“It was fuckin’ hot, bud. If you’d have described it to me, I wouldn’t have thought so, but you really got me goin’.”

“You think part of it was havin’ that big dick of yours all cooped up in your jockstrap all day? Knowin’ you were all cooped up and feelin’ it constantly?”

“Reckon so. Knowin’ you were turned on helped too. I like it when you get turned on.”

“I hope you don’t think I’m weird, Jeffy, but the way you smell really turns me on. That honest, clean sweat is great, and when you get that musky smell from bein’ horny, it’s like a drug for me.” We kissed again. He kept rubbing me as we were wrangling tongues, and I responded. The thought of him gettin’ turned on by just the way I smelled primed my pump too. I was ready to go again. I got up.

“Get that sweet ass of yours over on the edge of the bed, and get your legs spread and in the air.” He jumped to respond. By the time he did, I had the jock off, and the lube and condoms out. I wanted to make him feel really good, so I began rimming him. I knew the boy loved gettin’ rimmed, fingered, and fucked. I began licking up and down his crack, each pass spending just a bit more time on his hole. He opened up almost immediately and welcomed my tongue. I groped around on the floor and found the jock. I threw it to where I thought his face would be. I heard him take a few deep breaths and knew my aim was good. I continued eating out his ass, and he was squirming all over the place. He was whimpering to beat the band, and that made me harder. I loved it when he did that. I got the lube, put some on his ass, and worked a finger in. I began to work his gland and finger fuck him slowly. I stood up, keeping my finger in him and working him. I looked down. He was rock hard, and there was a pool of dribble on his belly from his cock. He had a hold of his ankles and kept his legs up and spread. The jock was on his face. He was really turned on. He was flushed, and he was all sweaty. The hair under his arms was matted down. His fuzzy balls were drawn up. I figured I better fuck him before he came.