Two Sides of the Same Coin (54 page)

“How about you lay down on the bed with your hands behind your head and your legs spread apart, just like you say you like to see me.” I did as he asked. By this time, we were both stiff as a couple of boards.

“I see why you like lookin’ at me when I’m spread out like that. I like lookin’ at you lie that way too.” He crawled on top of me, and we began to neck. He felt good on top of me. He moved down and began licking the hair under my arm.

“You smell good, Jeff. You, clean sweat, and a bit of musk.” He had his face buried in my armpit. I’d never thought of that as an especially erotic zone, but what he was doing felt good, and his gettin’ off on it was gettin’ me even more horned up. He moved down my treasure trail, licking gently and teasing me with his tongue. He kept workin’ my balls with one hand. It felt great. He pulled back and knelt between my knees.

“You have just an incredible body, Jeffy. I love the way I can see all the cut in your muscles, and the way the hair is thick on your chest, under your arms, on your legs, and above your dick, but not so heavy everywhere else. You gotta be the handsomest man I ever seen.”

“I think you’re a bit biased there, buddy. You know I think the exact same thing about you.”

“I never imagined I’d be turned on by the way a guy smells, but I smell you, and it’s like a drug that gets me hard and horny all at once.” With that, he pushed his face in the hair on my lower belly and crotch. He was sniffing, licking, and tugging on my balls. He was obviously having a great time. It was turning me on to watch him. I just let him take his time. Finally, he licked the tip of my cock. A strand of precum stretched from the slit to his tongue as he backed off. He looked at it for a few seconds, smiled up at me, and all of a sudden engulfed my prick in his mouth. It felt incredible sliding in. His mouth was warm, wet, and soft. I could feel his tongue explorin’ every bit of my cock. It felt so good when he started moving his tongue around the back of the head that I began to buck up and fuck his face.

“Let me do the work, Jeffy. Just lay there and enjoy. I wanna take care of you.”

He slid my cock back into his mouth and began that gentle tongue massage that felt so good.

“Hot damn, buddy, you suck cock like a pro.” His tongue began to work even harder. He’d begun stroking himself with one hand while the other remained firmly on my balls. He began moving his head up and down the shaft, all the while working it with his tongue.

“That’s awesome, buddy. You’re makin’ me feel real good.” He looked up at me. “You look great with my cock in your mouth. You really like that big dick don’t ya. Tastes good does it?” He moaned around it. I was feeling that stiffening down there and the tightening that meant I was getting close.

“You want your Jeffy to shoot down your throat, buddy? You gonna eat my cum? Wanna drain your Jeffy’s balls, bud? You’re gonna get it.” He began to suck even harder. It felt incredible. I began to breathe a lot heavier and could feel my muscles contracting; I was right on the edge.

“Yeah, buddy, keep it up, show me how much you love suckin’ my cock. Fuck, that feels good. Yeah, use your tongue, just like that. I’m gonna cum. Here it comes!” I tightened and started pumping. He kept gently working me until he drained every last drop. Even then he didn’t let my dick out of his mouth. He was jerking off hard, and I could feel him tensing. He shot a salvo, which ended up on his chest and my leg. After a few seconds, he crawled up and lay beside me. We kissed and I could taste myself in him. We lay in each other’s arms for a few minutes.

“Thanks, buddy. You really do suck dick like a pro.”

“I just like makin’ you feel good.”

“Ya do, just holdin’ you like this feels real good. I think tonight I’m gonna make
you
feel good. How about if I eat that sweet ass of yours out and then fuck it?”

“I love it when you rim me.”

“I reckon you like anythin’ I do to your ass.”

“Ain’t that the truth? So, Jeffy, what time is Mark comin’ over?”

“He said five-thirty.”

“We got some time to just cuddle and snuggle then, don’t we?”

“If you want.”

“I want.” We spent the next hour or so just talking, nothing important, but just chitchat. Finally, we got up and got dressed. The meat in the slow cooker was done, so I took it out, shredded it, and added some chile, cumin, and oregano. Mike chopped up lettuce, tomatoes, onions, and jalapenos. We set out a couple of bottles of salsa and some cheese. I had put a pot of beans on earlier, and now made a pan of red rice. We were all ready for company. About quarter to six, Mark drove up. He had changed from his uniform into jeans and a hoodie.

“Hey, Mark, c’mon in.”

“Hi, Jeff, Mike, here’s the beer I promised.” He held out two six-packs of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. Mike took them and put them in the fridge, setting aside three.

“Thanks, Mark, this is good stuff!” Mike handed us each an opened bottle.

“Cheers.” I raised my beer.

“Cheers,” they echoed.

“Before I forget, Jeff, here’s your Christmas tree permit.”

“Thanks, Mark. I reckon we’ll cut it the day after Thanksgivin’. The dudes will all be here then, so I’d bet they’ll like that. We can decorate it that night, and then for the kids watch
How the Grinch Stole Christmas
,
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
, and
A Charlie Brown Christmas
.”

“I’ll make some Christmas cookies, too, Jeffy. Who else are you gonna invite? Mary Grace and Rick?”

“Yep, and Mark here, Sandy, Maria, Renee, Josh, José, Smitty, and Wayne too.”

“I wish I could make it guys; I’m going home for Thanksgiving this year.”

“Where’s home, Mark?”

“Los Angeles. I grew up in a suburb called La Canada.”

“How long ya been up here in Washington?”

“Just a few months; I was stationed in the San Gabriel National Forest just outside LA for a couple of years. Moving up here was kind of difficult. I didn’t know anyone, no friends or anything. It’s beautiful country, but it seems a lot of time in the evening I just go home and watch TV or read.”

“Feel free to give us a call anytime, or if ya see us in town, c’mon over and say hi.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that.”

“Too bad about your hunting trip; that must have been a tough walk out.”

“It wasn’t the easiest, but we were lucky. We had the gear to make it out okay.”

Mike looked at me. “I reckon with Jeff around, we would’ve have made it out okay even without that gear. It just woulda been a lot harder.”

“Much obliged for your confidence, buddy.”

“Jeff, Mike, I just wanted to let you know we’re still following up leads on the rustling and all the difficulties you been having.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Mark.”

“Actually that was why I was a few minutes late. Sheriff gave me a call, and we met out at the community center barn. We saw footprints that matched one of the sets of footprints in the camp you guys found.”

“Really, that’s interestin’.”

“Yeah, it looks like the guy stepped off the walk up to the barn door into the mud. He left a clear track. He’s got on cowboy boots with rubber soles and the heel has a unique pattern of wear. We’ll catch the bastard.”

“Unless he thinks to get new boots.”

“Let’s hope not, at least until he gets a pair of prison issued footwear.”

Mike spoke up. “I sure hope you catch him soon. I want to go huntin’ with Jeffy again.”

“It sure would be nice to do the things we want to do without havin’ to worry about gettin’ shot.”

“We’ll get him, or them. I just hope it’s sooner rather than later.”

“We were right, he’s a local then. I wonder if there is a list of everyone who went to the Halloween party. That might narrow it down to a hundred and fifty suspects or so.”

“You have any suspicions who it might be, Jeff?”

“Not yet. It could be a lot of folks.”

“You two still giving info to the sheriff?”

“If we were to come across any, we would.”

“The sheriff told me you two have been real helpful so far.”

“That’s nice to hear. We just had started to track the rustlings online and saw a pattern. Anything new that we learn, we put in the computer too.”

“Are you a computer guru, Jeff, or you, Mike?”

“I don’t know nothin’ about ’em.” I decided I would teach Mike a bit about computers.

“I’m pretty savvy with ’em, but I’m not a developer.”

“I’ve always been interested in computers. I just bought a new Dell laptop with Windows 7. What about you, do you have a network or just one machine?”

“Just my laptop.” I gestured to it. It was sitting on the coffee table in front of us. “My dad had a laptop, which I reckon I should give to Mike.”

“Thanks, Jeff!”

“Don’t mention it, buddy. So, Mark, how do you like the Northwest so far?”

“It’s really beautiful. Winslett is a fun little town too. You grew up here, didn’t you, Jeff.”

“Yep, I left for a while, but ended up comin’ back. I belong here.”

“It never ceases to amaze me just how in love with this land the native folks are. I never have lived in a place so beautiful before.” Mark had sort of a wistful look on his face as he spoke.

“Wait until you see it in winter, Mark. It’s kind of magical. Sometimes the snow can be five or six feet deep, and it’s cold enough that it stays on the trees. The deer and wild turkeys come down and use the roads to get around. It gets dark real early then, but when it’s clear, the moon and stars seem close enough to touch. And we see the northern lights once in a while. We actually sat and watched ’em the other night didn’t we, buddy?”

“We sure did! It was amazin’.”

“Do you guys ski?”

“I do. Mike never had the chance to learn. I actually like cross country skiin’ better than downhill.”

“Like Jeffy said, I never learned, but I’m gonna learn this winter!” We’d already downed a couple of beers each, so I thought it was time for the food. We laid it out in a sort of a help yourself buffet.

“This is really good, guys, who’s the cook.”

“Actually we both cook pretty well. We take turns.”

“You know, you guys are the first gay couple I ever met. I wanted to thank you, Jeff, for setting me straight on stereotypes. I hope you know I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“No worries.”

“From what I understand, it’s not a choice.”

“It sure ain’t; think about it, could you function with a guy? I mean get all excited and stuff?” Mike was the one doin’ the talking now; he demolished the closet when he left it.

“I don’t think I could.”

“Did ya ever sit down and say to yourself, ‘Okay, I’m old enough to be sexually aware now, so I gotta decide am I gonna be straight or gay’?” Mark shook his head.

“Jeffy, here, once told me people gotta hate somethin’ or someone to feel better about themselves. We’re just the ones now because of all the hate mongers. They use their religion to justify their hatred.”

“You don’t have a high opinion of Christians, Mike.”

“I reckon I don’t. My old man is a preacher, and the things he did to me in the name of his God were horrible, and illegal.”

“You can’t judge all Christians by the actions of a few.”

“Mark, no offense on this one, but I’m with Mike here. It seems out of every hundred Christians I come across, it’s only a few whose actions show the love of Christ. The rest are just so condemnin’, and hateful, and judgmental. It’s hard to believe that their bible says, ‘God is love’, when what they preach and show is hate. Look at that group of monsters that picket soldiers’ funerals. To do that kind of thing is really cruel. Could you imagine losin’ a son, or husband, or brother, and then to have those things show up shoutin’ their hate?”

“A lot of folks say they aren’t Christians. We also have free speech here.”

“I’ve heard that from folks before, but it seems that their attitude is prevalent. To me actions speak louder than words, and I just don’t see that much action from ’em showin’ a God of love.”

“I understand, guys. I’m not trying to convert you or anything like that.”

“That’s fine, Mark, I enjoy hearin’ your views; I’m sure Mike does too.” He nodded. “I’ve just come to believe there are many paths to the divine. Mine is only one of ’em.”

“How long have you two been together?”

Mike took my hand before answering, “About a month or so.”

“That’s all? You guys seem like such good friends, you must have known each other longer.”

“Not really. Sandy and Jeffy’s dad both said we’re two sides of the same coin.”

“Spending time with the two of you, I can understand that.”

“What about you, Mark, do you have a girlfriend?”

“No, I had one, but she broke up with me when I got transferred up here.”

“That’s tough. My ex couldn’t stand me livin’ here. He hated everythin’ about a small town and never missed an opportunity to tell me.”

“He did try to act a bit better, but only after you broke up with him.” Mike looked at me as he spoke.

“It worked out for the best, bud. It enabled us to be together, so I ain’t complainin’.”

“Are the two of you all set for the tourists?”

“Reckon so, or as ready as we’re gonna be before they come.”

“That’s great. Are you planning on expanding the ranch?”

“I reckon we might build a few cabins. We’ll have to see how it goes with the dudes we get for Thanksgivin’.”

“Wow, look at the time. It’s already past nine. I hope I’m not keeping you guys from anything.”

“Not at all.”

“I gotta work tomorrow, so I should be going. Thanks, guys, for everything. Let’s do this again.”

“Give us a call.” We said our goodbyes.

“He seems like a nice guy, don’t he, Jeffy? He’s kinda talkative though.”

“He said he doesn’t have any friends up here, so I reckon he’s just lonely.”

“I seem to remember that earlier you said somethin’ about eatin’ my ass and then fuckin’ it?”

“I did. How about you get that cute ass of yours upstairs and stripped down.” He practically ran up the stairs. I turned off the lights and set the alarm. When I got to our room, he was just finishing getting undressed.

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