Two Sides of the Same Coin (44 page)

“You really love to get fucked, don’t ya boy? You crave my big cock in ya, don’t ya?

“Oh yeah, Jeffy. Jeffy, fuck me,” he murmured that softly.

“I can tell you love gettin’ fucked. And one thing, boy, you know how to fuck back. Yeah, clamp down just like that. Fuck back, boy, show me how much you love it.”

“That’s hot. You like me clampin’ down like that?”

“I love it, buddy. It feels great. I love to fuck. I love to fuck you. Who’s your ass belong to?”

“You.”

“Who?”

“You, Jeffy. My Jeffy. Fuck me. Ride me hard. I’m so close.”

“I’m fuckin’ you, boy; feel my big cock slidin’ in and out of your sweet ass? You just love me fuckin’ you, don’t you, boy? Fuckin’ your ass till you cum. Cum for me, boy. Shoot all over. Show me how much you love me inside you.” He was so excited he was trembling underneath me. When he was riding my cock and pushing his ass up into me, his cock was slapping against my belly. I started kissing him again. I was close too. I began to fuck harder, and all of a sudden he moaned, and I felt his hot spurts on my belly and chest. He continued to tremble, and that got me off. I shot into him. I kept pumping slowly and gently until I was getting soft. Even as I slid off him, we continued kissing. I broke the kiss and propped myself up on one elbow. I gently ran my hand across his red beard.

“Damn, Jeffy. That was unbelievable. That was far and away the best we’ve ever had. That turns me on when you tell me I’m a boy who loves to get fucked. I was shakin’ so hard when I came. I felt that from my head to my toes. That was fuckin’ intense.”

“I reckon that means you liked it?”

“What a great way to wake up. Where in the hell did you learn to fuck like that?”

“I just watch you. If you seem to like somethin’, I keep doin’ it or sayin’ it. You let me know when I’m on the right track.”

“Fuck, damn, shit, Jeffy! That was incredible. Did you like it?”

“Hell yeah, buddy. We seem to fit pretty well together. I reckon I’ll keep ya.”

We both laughed at that.

“Do you think I’m weird?”

“What in the hell does that mean?”

“Well, like the other day, when we wore each other’s underwear and socks.”

“I enjoyed it too. I wasn’t sure I would, but it got me goin’ too.”

“You didn’t mind it when I asked you to leave ’em on when you fucked me?”

“Not at all, I’m sure as time goes on, we’ll find out things like that about each other, things that turn you, me, or us both on. I reckon it’s only natural. Like I get real hot when you call me Jeffy when I’m fuckin’ you.”

“Thanks, I just wanted to ask since this is kinda new to me.”

“You’re handlin’ it like a pro, bud. Now you ready for coffee and breakfast?”

“Can we just leave this all over us?” He gestured to the sticky, musky stuff covering our chests and bellies.

“If ya want.” I pulled on my socks and then my long handles and then gave him a little slap on the ass.

“C’mon, buddy, it’s breakfast time.” We ran down the stairs. I got the coffee started. Mike started fiddling around in the fridge and turned to me.

“I’m makin’ breakfast for you, Jeff.”

“Okay.”

“Scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, and pork chops okay?”

“Sounds like a winner to me.”

“What do you got planned today, Jeff?”

“I got a couple of sculptures I have to finish up, buff, polish, and get all nice and shiny.”

“I was plannin’ on makin’ a couple more hat bands and workin’ on a belt.”

“Your belts are real nice, buddy.” I was remembering how I’d like one, and trying to think of how to work in Christmas.

“You want one, Jeff? I’d love to make you one.”

“You sure? I don’t want to put ya to no trouble.”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to pay me back.” He winked at me then.

“I’ve created a monster!” Mike was busy, and I was just watching him at the stove. His jeans were tight, and I had a perfect view.

“Anythin’ goin’ on for Halloween, Jeff?”

“There’s usually a town dance in the community center. Everyone comes in costume.”

“We gotta think of some costumes!”

“Any ideas?”

“What about Batman and Robin?”

“I reckon we could do that. Or we could ask Sandy, Maria, Josh, Renee, and José to join us and go as the X-Men.”

“That would be fun. I could go as Gambit; he’s Cajun too.”

“You wouldn’t want to be Jubilee?”

“No, I don’t reckon I got the right equipment for that. Who would you be, Jeff?”

“Either Wolverine or Cyclops. What do you think?”

“Wolverine, he’s hot.”

“Or we could go as characters from Star Wars. I could be Han Solo, and you could be Princess Leia.”

He got real quiet. “That’s the second time you suggested I be a female character. Do you think I act like a girl?” He looked real hurt. I had just been joking. I stood up and put my arms around him.

“Not at all; you’re one-hundred-percent man. I’m just funnin’ ya. If it bothers you, I won’t do it again.”

“No, it’s okay. I guess it was hearin’ my old man call me stupid pansy, or askin’ if I want to be a woman. Ya’d think I’d be able to put all that shit behind me, but it’s hard.”

“Mike, one of the many reasons I’m attracted to you is because you’re a guy. I mean, jeez, so many guys in San Francisco act like little girls. You, though, are a guy through and through. I’m gay, buddy. I like men. And you are one hell of a man.”

“Thanks. It’s been goin’ through my head, my old man askin’ if I want to be a woman ’cause I like it so much when you fuck me.”

“Mike, buddy, I like to fuck you because you’re a man. Hell, if you wanna switch sometime, just let me know. Catchin’ when your partner pitches doesn’t make you any less of a man.”

“I reckon I still got a lot of baggage from when I was growin’ up.”

“Hell, I’d be surprised if you didn’t. I’m here for ya though. Ya know, I’d actually suggested Jubilee ’cause she’s a bit annoyin’, and Leia is great. I didn’t do that to make you feel bad or insinuate anythin’.”

“Don’t worry about it. I like your idea about bein’ X-Men. Although, I thought Batman and Robin would be nice. I bet you’d look hot in tights and a little speedo.” I was envisionin’ him asking me to dress like that for play sometime, but luckily he continued on. “I really like the idea of all of us dressin’ up as a group. We can ask Sandy when she comes what she thinks.”

“Good idea, bud.”

“What kinda party is it?”

“It starts out with kids and everyone in costume. They have candy for the kids and prizes for their costumes. Then about nine, the kids leave, and a band starts up. You can buy beer there too.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun.”

We finished up breakfast, got all showered and dressed, and waited for Sandy. She came a few minutes early. I suggested that we all go out to dinner at a real nice Italian restaurant in Wenatchee. Everyone was agreeable, so we piled into Sandy’s truck and off we went. The truck was small, and the two and a half hours it took to get to Wenatchee seemed longer. I was crammed in the middle between Sandy and Mike.

First stop we made was at a security company to see about house alarms. I bought one, and they said that they would be out next week to install it, which made me feel a bit better. Next stop was the lawyer’s office. Mr. Silas was a slender gentleman who had to be in his sixties. He had bright blue eyes and a full head of hair. In his gray suit, he reminded me more of a banker than a lawyer.

He ushered us into his office. I ended up signing a bunch of papers. Apparently Dad had added my name to everything quite a while ago. That made things a lot easier. I had thought about what to do with Dad’s investments. Mr. Silas let me know that Dad had left instructions about some sells and buys he’d researched for the next month or so. I asked him to just follow those instructions, and we could go over what to do next. He gave me the information about Dad’s bank accounts and other things. Dad’s truck had been totaled in the crash in which he died. It was really a sad thing for me. Everything was so final. It was like we were closing his life out. It hit me then that I had to clean out Dad’s room. That was something I really was not looking forward to. Mr. Silas also brought out the letter we talked about on the phone. It was in a manila envelope and sealed. I put it in the inside pocket of my Carhartt vest. Mr. Silas looked at me quizzically.

“It’s a lot to go through now, sir. I’d rather get past all the details here and then read the letter.”

“I certainly understand, Mr. Connelly. Losing someone you are close to is always a difficult thing, and I remember you and your father being very close.”

“I reckon so.” I couldn’t think of anything more to say that wouldn’t get stuck on the big lump in my throat.

“Mr. Connelly, that is pretty much it; I took the liberty of filing your father’s life insurance claim for you. If there is anything else I can do, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Thanks, sir. I appreciate all the help.”

We said our goodbyes and headed out. Next stop was the garage where my truck was. When we got there, I was happy to see it was ready. They’d even washed and waxed it and vacuumed the inside. I was really happy to get it back. We still had a couple of hours to kill before dinner, so we headed to the mall. Sandy was in seventh heaven to be able to shop. Mike and I were less excited. We did spend some time in the Western wear store looking at boots and hats.

It had hit me when Mike moved in that he didn’t have a whole hell of a lot of gear. I knew he wouldn’t let me outright buy him stuff, but with Christmas only a little over two months away, I was looking and listening real close. I was thinking maybe for him also a custom-made pair of boots from Rocketbuster Boots, but how could I get the tracings of his feet for the cobbler? I’d run it by Sandy when we were alone. I had planned when the money for the beeves came in to buy a new rodeo type saddle, and now my choice could be a bit more extravagant. There are two things cowboys, no matter how tight, will spend money on, boots and saddles. I was no exception.

We finally headed over to the restaurant and got a table. I decided to go all out and ordered a bottle of Chianti.

“Mike, buddy, I know you always want some appetizers, what about you Sandy?”

“Sounds great, I am kinda hungry.” The waiter came over with our bottle of wine. I ended up looking at the cork and tasting the wine. It was excellent.

“We’d also like an order of the fried calamari, the mozzarella sticks, and stuffed mushrooms.”

“Very good, sir.”

“Jeff, what’s calamari?”

“Squid.” When I answered, Mike looked aghast.

“Squid? Like those things with tentacles that live in the ocean?”

Sandy was trying hard not to laugh.

“You got it. They’re really good; if you don’t like ’em, you can stick to the mozzarella sticks.”

“I reckon you better ask for another order of the mozzarella sticks then.”

“Oh for heavens sake, Mike, just try the calamari.” Sandy was giving him a severe look, but her eyes were laughing.

“I’ll try ’em, but I ain’t gonna like ’em.”

“Well then, that’s just more for me and Jeff.” When the appetizers came, Mike put several mozzarella sticks and stuffed mushrooms on his plate. He took one small piece of calamari, which he pushed around his plate several times. I called the waiter over and ordered Mike a shot of grappa. He looked at me real suspicious like.

“What’s grappa?”

“Italian brandy, you can use it to wash down the squid.” The shot came. Mike picked up the piece of calamari like it was poison. He dipped it in the aioli sauce and put it in his mouth. He began to chew. He got a look of surprise on his face.

“This is good! I’ll be damned, it’s real good.” He reached over and put several more pieces on his plate. Sandy and I both laughed. Between mouthfuls of calamari, Mike was asking Sandy about Halloween.

“Jeffy and I were talkin’ about Halloween. We figured it might be kinda fun if we all went as the X-Men.”

“That sounds like fun. I’ll ask Maria if you want to ask José and Josh. I figure Josh can ask Renee.”

“Sounds like a plan. Which character do you wanna be Sandy? Jeffy’s gonna be Wolverine, and I’m gonna be Gambit.”

“Hmmm… Jean Gray is too serious for me, so Rogue might work.”

“Should be fun; it’ll certainly be different than all the folks dressed up like Dracula.”

“What do ya mean, Jeff?” I looked at Mike.

“Every year it seems there’s five or six Draculas, right Sandy?”

“Right, and three or four pirates.” I winked at Sandy and turned to Mike.

“Straight folks just don’t got any imagination.”

“What do you mean?”

“Every year in San Francisco on Halloween, they block off Castro Street and let the folks in costume wander around. Some of these guys come up with incredible costumes. Last year I went as Hercules.”

“I’d love to see a picture of that.” Sandy smirked at me.

“How’d you dress, Jeffy?”

“I let my hair grow a bit and wore a leather headband. I went without a shirt and wore a little kilt type thing made outta strips of leather hangin’ from a belt. Then I got the sandals that lace up your legs.”

“I bet that looked real nice. Weren’t ya cold?” Sandy was trying to keep from laughing when Mike asked me that.

“A bit.”

She finally broke in and asked, “Was it worth all the admirin’ stares to be that cold?”

“I reckon it was.”

Mike finally took his shot. He started coughing and sputtering and finally choked out, “What in the hell was that stuff?”

“Grappa, Italian brandy.”

“That was rough, gimme good whiskey anytime.”

“Yeah, I like whiskey better myself.”

“You just about all ready for the dudes, Jeff?” Sandy was pretty excited about the dude ranch idea.

“Yep, about as ready as we’ll get. I got all the food ready, and I’ll get a permit to cut a tree in the national forest. I reckon they’ll all think that is really fun. I’ll put outdoor lights on the trees in the front yard, too, so they’ll look like little Christmas trees.”

“I bet they’ll really like that.”

“I hope so. I just thought, I should’ve gotten some games in the mall. Board games that everyone can play. Maybe a few DVDs, too, like
How the Grinch Stole Christmas
or
A Charlie Brown Christmas
. I know the kids would love that.”