Two Sides of the Same Coin (40 page)

“Okay, buddy, you ready to get fucked?”

“Yes.”

“What, who?”

“I’m ready to get fucked, Jeffy.”

“You want it bad?”

“I want it bad; I want you to fuck me real bad.”

“I didn’t hear no magic word.” By this time I was suited and lubed up. I was rubbing the head of my cock up and down his ass. He was trying to push into me and impale himself, but I wouldn’t let him.

“Please, Jeffy, please fuck me! I want it so bad. I really
need
to feel your big dick in me. Please, Jeffy; I ain’t never wanted anyone so bad as I want you now and all the time. Stick it in, please?” How could I refuse that? I entered him and went in to the hilt in one smooth stroke.

“Ahhh… that feels great! So good. C’mon, Jeffy, fuck your buddy. You own my ass, use it, please.” I began pumping away, and he was really enjoying it. He was squirming, moaning, and whimpering, and clamping his ass muscles down on me something fierce. It felt great, all warm and tight. He was working his ass to draw the very essence from me. It was incredible. The boy just loved it, and was showing that he loved it with every move, every sound. I grabbed his ankles and spread his legs wide, as wide as I could. He moaned even louder. I knew he was on that cusp, where the pleasure was so intense it was almost painful. The way I was spreading his legs, he’d be sore tomorrow. It’d give him somethin’ to remind him of this time. He was tensing up, and I could see he was about to shoot. His eyes rolled back in his head as he gave in to the pure, unadulterated sexual pleasure.

“Go for it, buddy. C’mon, shoot that big mother fucker without even touchin’ it. Cum now!” With that shouted command, he began to pulse and shot all over. I wasn’t quite ready so just continued to fuck gently. I could tell he liked it. He smiled up at me. I put his feet on my shoulders and continued.

“I love you, Jeffy.”

“I love you, too, buddy.” I was getting closer so picked up my pace a bit. Just looking down at him really turned me on. I started to shoot and didn’t realize I was on the brink until I was shooting. It felt great. I pulled out and pulled off the condom. I lay down beside him. There was a slow gentle tangling of arms and legs as we melded together. He was the first one to speak.

“That was incredible. Thanks!”

“Thank you, buddy, we really turn one another on, don’t we?”

“We do. I ain’t never met anyone like you. I can tell you stuff that turns me on, like the way a guy smells, and you accept it; you don’t look at me like I was a freak.”

“You ain’t a freak; we all got things that turn us on.”

“What are yours?”

“Well, just seein’ you all horned up by whatever I’m doin’ is one. You’ll find out a few others tomorrow. You wanna shower now?”

“No, let’s just go to sleep.”

“Sounds good, we used up this day.” We were both asleep in seconds.

Chapter Sixteen

W
E
WERE
just getting out of the shower when Mike asked me about something I’d mentioned the night before.

“Jeffy, what was it you said you was gonna show me that I’d like?”

“Impatient little bugger, ain’t ya?”

“Curious is more like it.”

“Okay, follow me.” I walked from the bathroom into the bedroom. It was attached so it was only a couple of steps. Mike followed. I picked up the socks I’d torn off last night when we were trying to get into bed as fast as we could. I threw them to him. He caught one and dropped the other.

“What’s this?”

“My socks. I wore ’em yesterday; put ’em on.” He gave me a funny look, but he did. I had to admit, he did look awful cute standing there in nothing but a pair of black crew socks. I went to the foot of the bed and picked up the red long handles I’d been wearing before shucking them for our workout yesterday. I balled them up and threw them at him.

“Now put those on.” He still looked at me kind of funny, but did.

“You said you like the way I smell. Well, you’ll have it all day now.” I could see him immediately tent out the long handles. He had a huge smile on his face.

“You’re somethin’ else, Jeffy, you know that?”

“I aim to please. I thought of it yesterday. You said you like the way I smell, and when you needed a pair of underwear and I loaned you a clean pair, I remember you said you thought that was hot. Ya don’t have to wear that stuff, but I thought you’d get a kick out of it.”

“No way in hell I’m takin’ this stuff off.” He was still grinning like a cat choking to death on cream. I picked up the socks and long handles he’d thrown off last night and put them on. They smelled like Mike. Not strong, but enough for me to know he’d worn them. He was still grinning, and I could see he was really excited.

“Get your pants on; Mary Grace and her photographer are comin’.” We both got dressed and headed down to breakfast. I have to admit, I was glad I thought of the idea.

We made coffee, cheese omelets, and fried potatoes. It was a pretty good breakfast. I hauled out a coffee maker and made some drip coffee. We’d just finished cleaning up and making the drip coffee when Mary Grace and Ryan pulled up. I opened the door for them.

“Mornin’, would you like some coffee? I made drip coffee.” Ryan looked at me suspiciously, but both nodded. They walked into the kitchen. Mike was already pouring two cups. He’d set out milk and sugar too.

“Mornin’ Mary Grace, mornin’ Ryan; here’s some coffee for you.”

They answered good morning back. Both fixed their coffees, and then Ryan said, “This is good coffee, thanks!”

“Thanks, Jeff, Mike.” Mary Grace smiled at us.

“Just your regular Starbucks Yukon Blend. We use it all the time. I just made it a little different.”

“This is the same type of coffee you made last time I was here?” Ryan looked shocked.

“Yeah, it’s a stereotype that cowboys like their coffee strong, but I reckon in some cases like ours it’s true.” Mike had brought out some of his horsehair handiwork while I was making breakfast. I had to admit, he did a great job. I was thinking how I could ask him for a belt without seeming pushy. I finally settled on dropping a lot of hints and maybe getting one for Christmas.

Mike, Mary Grace, and Ryan were talking about what types of pics to take and where. Mike wanted to get one still life type of photo with a hat band of his over one of my bronze sculptures. Mary Grace loved that idea so we went into the living room. We finally settled on placing the sculpture on a table in front of the picture window. Mike draped the hat band over it and we were set to go. The setting for the picture was great. Although it would be a bit out of focus, the viewer could see that it was taken inside a Western style log house. The view out the window was of Lucky Jeff Bluff, the valley, and river. Ryan took several pictures of that and then Mike wanted a picture of the two of us. Both Mary Grace and Ryan wanted pictures outside as it was a perfect fall day, cold, sunny, and the aspens were all clothed in gold. The light had that soft autumn quality it gets before sliding into the murky light of a northern winter. I had a thought about the picture of the two of us.

“I got an idea about the picture of the two of us. Why don’t we take it where Mike and I are sittin’ on the fence of the corral? He can be closest to the camera lookin’ at it, and I can be next to him. I can either lean forward or back so you can see both of us.”

“I like it!” Mary Grace was so excited she clapped her hands. “Just like that cowboy photograph by Stoecklein where he took a picture of all the cowboys sitting on an arena fence at a rodeo!”

“Good idea, let’s try it guys.” With that, Ryan and Mary Grace headed outside.

Mike pulled me back and whispered in my ear, “Jeff, can you tell I got a hard-on? I’ve had it most of the mornin’ off and on.” I looked at him.

“Lucky your jeans are tight enough and new enough it really doesn’t show too much. You just look like a stud with a big package.” I smiled at him. He smiled back. “Just try and think of somethin’ else, Mike. Think of Porky naked or something.”

We headed out the door. Ryan and Mary Grace were still looking at all the fences and where they could get a picture with a good background. They settled on a part of the fence where the high Cascades would be in the background. The mountains were all covered with snow, and the view was breathtaking. It’s funny, although I’ve lived here all my life except when I was at college and in San Francisco, I still am in love with the valley and the views. Finally we walked over to the fence, jumped up, and sat down on it. It was only in the forties, so it was cold; Ryan and Mary Grace both had coats on. Mike and I had both rolled up our sleeves to the elbow and had the arms of our long handles pushed up to mid forearm. Even with the long handles, it was cold. Ryan took several pictures. We finally moved back into the house. They were going to photograph the rest of Mike’s stuff, and take pictures of him working on a horsehair belt inside.

As we walked, I asked them, “Mike, Mary Grace, Ryan, do you need me? I gotta talk to my dad’s lawyer in Wenatchee.”

“No, go ahead, Jeff. We’ll be here a while.” Mary Grace smiled at me.

I headed upstairs to the room I was using as an office. I called the attorney, Mr. Silas.

“Silas and Son, Attorneys at Law, how may I help you?”

“Good mornin’, this is Jeff Connelly. I was callin’ about my father’s will; it was handled by Mr. Silas.”

“Oh, yes. Mr. Connelly, I am so sorry for your loss. I’ll get Mr. Silas for you right away.”

“Thanks, much obliged.” I waited a few minutes, listening to some of the most sterile elevator music I’d ever heard. It consisted of instrumental “soft” versions of the Carpenters and Barry Manilow. I was just about to hang up when Mr. Silas came on the line.

“Mr. Connelly, I am so sorry for your loss.”

“Thanks, sir. I appreciate it.” He asked me for some identification type details, like my social security number and mother’s maiden name. I had the feeling I was dealing with a bank.

“Mr. Connelly, the will itself is straightforward. Your father left the ranch and everything to you, as well as his investments. Mr. Johnston is the executor, but in this case really has little to do as the will is so straightforward. The ranch is paid for, as is the new house your father had built, and all the vehicles on the ranch. Your father had no debt, Mr. Connelly.”

“That’s nice to hear; I wasn’t aware he’d paid off the house.”

“Yes, although he took out a fifteen year mortgage on the house, he paid it off in three years.”

“Okay. The only books I’ve had access to are those about the cattle ranchin’ end of the business.”

“I understand. He had us handle his investments and finances, and he handled the ranch end of the business. Really, in the last ten years or so, the ranch had become more of a hobby than anything.”

“I’m not sure I follow you, Mr. Silas.”

“Didn’t your father ever tell you about his investments?”

“I can’t rightly say he did.”

“Are you sure you’re not able to come in for this? It may be a bit difficult to explain over the phone.” I got this sinking feeling in my gut. I just pictured having to sell the ranch to pay off bad investments. I was jolted out of my worst-case scenario thinking by Mr. Silas.

“Mr. Connelly, are you there?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Silas. I got distracted a minute. I can’t really make it in to the office for a few days. My truck got vandalized pretty badly, and I won’t be gettin’ it back for another couple of days. I can come in then to sign anything and for any details. Do I owe any money that needs to be paid?”

“Owe money? Oh, good heavens, no. Your father never told you about his investments?”

“No.” I was starting to get a bit impatient. I just wanted to find out how bad it was.

“Well, in a nutshell, your father took some courses in finance, accounting, and investing. Were you aware of that?”

“Yeah, he did that when I was just a baby, when my mom was still alive.”

“Yes, that’s right. Financial research and investing became a passion with your father. About the time you were born, he invested some money in a new startup company called Microsoft. Needless to say, his investment did exceptionally well. He also invested in Pfizer just before Viagra was patented, and showed that type of astuteness in purchasing stock repeatedly. In short, your father’s estate is quite extensive. Although you certainly aren’t the richest man around, your father wanted you to be comfortable enough to pursue your artwork and the ranch. To sum it up, you really don’t have to worry about money for a while. When you come in here, we can go over the details, and I can give you an exact figure.” I was stunned. I had goose bumps all over, and my heart was racing; I was having trouble forming words.

“Uh… um… Mr. Silas, this isn’t a joke, is it?”

“Oh no, my boy, it’s certainly not. One thing also, your father left a letter for you. He started putting a letter in a safety deposit box here when your mother died. He rewrote it every six months. He left strict instructions only you were to open it. He may explain his reasoning for not discussing his financial situation with you there. He updated it about three weeks before he passed away. I’m sure you’ll want to read that also.”

“Okay, you’ve just given me a lot to absorb here. I’ll try and get there on Monday; is that okay? Do I need to make an appointment?”

“Mr. Connelly, your father never needed, nor do you need, an appointment. Feel free to drop in at the office any time you are in Wenatchee.”

“Okay, sir. Thanks, I really appreciate it.”

“My pleasure, Mr. Connelly.” I disconnected the phone. I felt like I was in some surreal alternative world where the impossible happened. There had to be some mistake. How come he never told me anything about investing anything? Both my heart and my mind were racing, and I kept thinking I was going to wake up any minute. I actually pinched myself hard enough to raise bruises twice. I just sat there for a few minutes. I was really in shock. Finally, I heard the door downstairs close. I reckoned Mary Grace and Ryan had left. I wandered down the stairs in a haze. I sat down on the couch in the living room. Mike came in with a bit of a smile on his face. I just sat there. He faltered a bit when he saw the blank look on my face.