Two Sides of the Same Coin (47 page)

able to work on your art. Just don’t let that change you.

I can’t see that happening, but I think it’s

a good idea to say it anyway.

Jeff, I just want to also take the time to say

that you’ve made my life complete.

I’d always wanted a son, and fate

dealt me the very best.

I treasure the times we’ve gone hunting and fishing

together, as well as the camping trips and riding

together. In short, I am truly a lucky man

to have had a son like you and to have come to

see you as a levelheaded and successful adult.

Son, I can’t say this enough, I love you and

I’m proud of you. I hope when you look back

and think of me, the memory will

bring a smile to your face.

Love, your father.

 

I felt numb after reading the letter. There had never been any doubt in my mind that Dad loved me. Or any doubt that he was proud of me and gave me his full support. Hearing it in the letter though, made it very poignant; my emotions were going around like a whirlwind. Words failed me. I was afraid if I did try to speak, I’d start balling like a baby.

“Mike, buddy, I gotta get a glass of water.” My voice cracked a couple of times. I handed him the letter and walked into the kitchen. I washed my face in the sink and drank my water. I took a couple of minutes to compose myself. I’d always thought I was incredibly lucky to have the dad I did, and that just got hammered home again. I chuckled and that turned into a sob. Dad had been trying to fix me and Mike up. I reckon father really does know best. I walked into the living room. Mike was sitting on the couch, his head in his hands. His shoulders were shaking with quiet sobs. I moved over to him and put my arms around him. He hugged me back. I lost it and began sobbing into his hair while he sobbed into my chest. I felt like I’d lost Dad all over again.

Mike finally said, “He was really special.”

“Yeah, between you and him, I am so lucky.”

“Reckon he’d be happy now?”

“Happy about us, I reckon so. It’s pretty plain he came to care about you too. He was right. We do fit together well.”

We held each other for a while, and then I said, “I remember something about dancing. Help me move the furniture.” We got everything ready, and I put on some music. We began to dance. Mike was getting pretty comfortable dancing. I liked having him in my arms. We danced really closely for about an hour. I have to admit, my idea of wearing each other’s underwear and socks was a turn-on. Our individual scents were all mingled together. Wearing those particular pieces of clothing from each other was intimate too. I just knew as I held him and pressed against him, I was gettin’ powerful turned on. I could feel he was reacting the same way.

“Buddy, I seem to remember something about gettin’ a piece of tail too.”

“I remember that too. I was wonderin’….”

“What, bud?”

“Do you mind just kickin’ back on the couch and lettin’ me suck your dick?”

“You sure that’s what you want?”

“I’m sure.”

“I wanna make you feel good too.”

“Believe me, Jeffy, that’ll make me feel good. You take care of me a lot. Let me take care of you.”

“Who am I to argue with such a determined boy?” He chuckled. I leaned over and began to kiss him. It started off slow and built in intensity ’til we were biting each other’s lips, and tugging at each other’s hair. I had my hand on his ass and was pushing him into me. We were both rock hard and dribbling into our long handles. He finally pushed me on the couch. I slouched way back and spread my legs. I reached for the buttons on my underwear.

“Let me.” Mike began unbuttoning from the very top. He was nuzzling my chest and licking me with each button he opened. “Jeffy, I like the way your chest is all hairy, but then ya only got that line of hair straight down, nice treasure trail.”

He was rubbing my cock and balls through my underwear as he worked his way down. Finally, he reached in and freed me. My cock stood at attention, a line of clear, thick liquid oozing down the backside. My balls were heavy and loose in the sack. Mike stuck out his tongue and touched my piss slit. He pulled back and a rope of precum stretched from his tongue to my dick.

“Fuck that’s hot, Mike. You like all that precum?”

“Tastes good.” He then dove down on my dick, taking a big portion of it in his mouth. He began moving up and down my shaft with his hand and mouth, and pulling on my balls with his other hand.

“God damn, Mike, you suck cock like a real pro. That’s amazing.” His hot wet mouth and the slick friction of his hand felt incredible. “That’s right, buddy. Suck my cock. Yeah, work that big dick. You look real good with my cock in your mouth, bud. Taste good?”

Mike grunted out a noise, which I took to mean yes. When my dick slid into his mouth it felt real good, being engulfed by this wet heat, and feeling the flutter of his tongue on the sensitive back side of the head. I was just kicking back, enjoying the feel of his tongue. I could feel the muscles in my legs and ass begin to tighten. My balls got more sensitive, and I knew my body was heading toward climax. I focused on just giving in to the incredible waves of pleasure that Mike was giving me. He kept looking up at me with those beautiful, tawny brown eyes. He looked real hot with my cock in his mouth. He took his one hand off my cock and began rubbing my belly and chest. It felt good. I liked it when he touched me. Now I could feel the muscles in my belly and chest begin to tighten along with the ones in my legs and ass. It felt like my dick was swelling. I knew I was putting out more precum because I could feel its tiny little spasms almost like a nonstop mini-orgasm. The feeling was so intense, I almost couldn’t stand it. I didn’t want it to end either. I was literally on the edge of orgasm, but was able to hold off. I sensed though, I couldn’t do that much longer. I’d already spent a couple of minutes on the verge.

“Mike, buddy, you keep that up, and you’re gonna get one hell of a big load.”

He intensified the massage his tongue was giving to the back of my cock. I could feel my balls and the area behind them tightening. My cock swelled even more. It was so hard it was throbbing and was almost painful. The tightening intensified, and all of a sudden, I shot. It felt like I came for a full minute and pumped out a quart or so of spunk. Mike kept my cock in his mouth until I was soft. He then gently let me out. He’d cum all over the front of his underwear, just from rubbing himself while working on me. I pulled him up and cuddled him. We lay together for a few minutes. It felt nice just to be wrapped up in each other’s arms. The light was dim as the fire was dying down. I could smell the smoke in the background and the lingering aroma of pot roast, all covered by aroused sweat and musk, the smells of sex. The sky outside the picture windows was stormy, and sleet occasionally pounded against the house. It was warm inside and comfortable; we just cuddled together enjoying the cozy feeling.

“Thanks, buddy. That had to be the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten.”

“It has to be the best one I ever gave.” He smiled.

“You all right? Can I do anythin’ for you?”

“I’m fine, Jeffy. I could tell you were really enjoyin’ that, the way you were talkin’, movin’ around, and moanin’. Plus you were so horned up. I ain’t never seen so much precum. All that really got me goin’. I barely had to touch myself to cum. I think about two strokes did it.”

“I’m glad to inspire ya so much.”

“Hey, Jeff?” I recognized the tone. He wanted to know if something was normal or had a sexual request.

“What’s up?”

“You know when you said earlier you was gonna take me over your knee and blister my ass?”

“Yeah. Did I upset ya by sayin’ that?”

“No, it made me hard. It sounded really hot. Am I some kind of freak?”

“Hardly. From what I heard, that’s not uncommon.”

“So that is normal?”

“There’s some folks that enjoy that.”

“Could we try it sometime?”

“If you want to, I reckon we could.”

“When?” I had really created a monster!

“I ain’t gonna tell you that. It’d take all the fun out of it.”

“Okay. I’m glad I asked.” He had a big smile on his face. He also looked pretty self-satisfied.

“Let’s see if you’re still so glad after I paddle your ass.”

“That’s a turn-on, Jeffy, when you talk that way. It really gets me goin’.”

“I’ll file that away for future reference, buddy. Now let’s get upstairs and get to bed. We done used up this day.” We headed upstairs, stripped, and got into bed.

“Hey, Jeffy?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, buddy. Now good night and sweet dreams.”

“You too. Good night.”

Chapter Nineteen

 

W
HEN
I woke up, Mike’s side of the bed was empty. I thought he might be in the bathroom, but when I headed in to brush my teeth, he was nowhere to be found. I looked, and my long handles and socks were gone, so I figured he’d gone downstairs. I pulled his gear on and added a pair of jeans. When I headed downstairs, I was glad I’d put on the jeans. Josh and Renee, José, Maria, and Sandy were all in the kitchen. I smelled coffee and some yeasty, sweet cinnamon smell.

“Mornin’ everyone; why didn’t anyone tell me about this party?”

“Relax, Jeff!” I looked at Sandy. “Maria and I decided to come out to the ranch. Josh and Renee, and José were already up, so we came to the main house. We knocked, and in a minute or so, Mike came down.”

“I didn’t wanna wake you, Jeffy; you looked so cute with your hair all rumpled and the drool leakin’ out of the corner of your mouth with every snore, I thought I’d let ya sleep.”

“Thanks, and thanks for that flatterin’ description.” Everyone laughed.

“Don’t worry, boss. Josh and I have seen you durmiendo on roundup many times.”

“Yeah, José, then if you seen me sleepin’, you know I don’t drool.”

“Boy, Jeffy, you really got up on the wrong side of the bed.” I gave Mike a long look and then smiled.

“Whimper, whimper.”

He turned beet red. “I don’t whimper.” Everyone’s head was going back and forth between me and Mike like they were watching a tennis match.

“What do you mean by whimper, Jeff?” Leave it to Sandy.

“Sí, boss, we want to know. We never heard Mike whimper or cry or complain in the bunkhouse. What are you doing to him?”

“Mike, remember, I am a licensed nurse,” Maria said. “If you need medical care after Jeff is done with you, just tell me. I will arrange whatever you need.”

“Thanks, Maria, I think.” Mike was still beet red and looking at me uncertainly.

“C’mere, buddy.” I reached over and pulled him to me. I put my arms around him, and whispered in his ear, “Mornin’, buddy; how’s the handsomest stud on the West Coast this mornin’? By the way, I like it when you whimper. It’s real hot, so that’s a compliment.”

He hugged me back. Then we shared a little good morning kiss. Hell, everyone knew we were a couple, and they were in our home. He whispered in my ear, “I think it’s real cute when you drool too.” I had to laugh. Then he said louder, “Mornin’, Jeffy, I love you. I made sticky buns and coffee for us.” I let him go.

“Sounds great, thanks, Mike!”

“My pleasure.”

“Did you ever feel like you walked onto the set of
Brokeback Mountain
?” Josh said, looking at Renee. She, Sandy, and Maria giggled.

“Josh, just lookin’ at that cute backside of yours, gets us all worked up. We can’t help it. Can we, Mike?”

“Nope. You keep wigglin’ that around, and we ain’t gonna be responsible for our actions.”

“Hey you two, his cute little backside belongs to me!” Renee pretended to give us a stern look before she lost it and started laughing. That got everyone laughing, even Josh, who had turned beet red.

“Josh, when either of ’em says something like that to you, just laugh it off. They only say it to you since you get all embarrassed. José woulda said something like ‘Well, I’m in no danger ’cause you two are too distracted by each other’, or something like that.” Sandy was looking at him with a big smile on her face.

“I know, I just don’t think of things like that as quick as José.” Just then the timer on the stove went off, and Mike got a towel, bent over, and pulled the sticky buns out of the oven.

“See, ladies,” I said. “That cute little rump there is one of the reasons I get distracted by him.” They all made whistling noises and some comments. Mike was blushing something fierce.

“Ladies, you can look and appreciate, but there’s only one guy who can touch,” Mike said.

“Mike, you are startin’ to sound as cocky as Jeff.” Sandy laughed.

“Sí, that is the truth; Josh, mi amigo, you remember the first morning we found that Mike had sneaked up here without telling us?”

“I sure do.”

“Remember we thought that the boss had been rubbing off on him.” He turned and winked at the ladies. Everyone started laughing.

“So he’s still rubbin’ off on you every night, huh Mike?” Josh was laughing now.

“Let’s eat before the conversation goes any further downhill. Those sticky buns sure smell good, buddy.”

“I thought you’d like ’em, Jeff.” As Mike spoke, Sandy was making gagging noises.

“So to what do we owe this early mornin’ breakfast party?”

“Sandy mentioned we should all talk about our X-Men costumes, and well, we just decided to meet here.”

“I appreciate ya lettin’ me know, buddy.” I winked at him.

“I guess with everythin’ last night, it just sorta slipped my mind.”

“No problem. Everyone here is welcome anytime.” We all got plates and sticky buns, as well as coffee. The buns were really good, hot and buttery, nutty and gooey; they were so sweet, they made my teeth ache, in a good way.

“These are great.”

“Thanks.” Mike gave me a quick kiss.

“Have you two ever thought of auditioning for
Return to Brokeback Mountain
?” Sandy loved to tease.

“Why audition? We live it.” That got me lots of laughter.

“Jeff, Mike, I don’t know if Josh told you, but I own a dress shop, which specializes in custom designs. I’d be happy to make our costumes. I guess Mike just needs a duster and some other stuff for Gambit. Jeff, I can make you the blue and yellow Wolverine outfit, Rogue’s outfit for Sandy, Storm’s for Maria, Josh is going to be Cyclops, José will be Archangel, and I’m going to be Jean Grey.” Mike smiled at Renee.

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