Two Sides of the Same Coin (55 page)

“Get on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed, buddy. I wanna see your ass hangin’ over.” He did, and I moved over to the side where he could see me undress. I also got out the bottle of lube and some condoms. I know I’ve said this before, but Mike does have a beautiful ass. It’s muscular, hard enough to bounce a quarter off of, and covered in this fine blond fur. I could see his balls hangin’ down and his hard dick thrustin’ forward. I pulled it back like a tail and licked it. He began moaning. I spent some time givin’ his balls a good tongue bath before moving up toward his hole. I began licking around and over his hole, but didn’t put my tongue in it yet. I worked his dick and his balls as my tongue explored his ass. He liked it; he was pushing his ass back and then pushing his dick against my hand.

I finally worked my tongue inside him, and he began to murmur, “That’s it, yeah, that’s good. Keep it up.” I worked my way down to his dick and sucked on that for a bit and then back up to his ass. He was gettin’ all worked up and began to pump his dick.

“Get your hands off your dick; I’ll take care of you.” He gave me a mumbled okay and began to moan, whimper, and squirm more. I kept rimming him. He really liked it and had already just given himself over to the pure pleasure of the act. He began pulling on his dick again.

“Mike, buddy, I told you keep your hands off your dick.” He took them off. I figured I’d tease him a bit. I lubed up his ass and his dick and balls. I worked a finger in his ass and began massagin’ his gland. He was whimpering and pushing back against me and trying to spread his legs even further. I slowly worked his dick. I was stroking it enough to get him all horned up and excited, but not enough to allow him any release. I kept it up for a while. His balls were pulling up, so I let go of his dick and began to work them. I’d been at this for a good forty-five minutes. I was starting to get blue balls from being all worked up, so he must’ve been hurting. He started stroking himself again. Real quick I jumped up, sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled him over my knee. I slammed my hand down on his ass. It immediately turned red, highlighting that beautiful blond fur.

“Jeff, what in the hell…?”

“I.” Slap. “Told.” Slap. “You.” Slap. “Not.” Slap. “To.” Slap. “Touch.” Slap. “Your.” Slap. “Dick.” After the first couple slaps, he stopped squirming and began moaning. His protests began to change until he was almost yelling.

“Holy Christ, Jeffy, fuck me. Please, fuck me now, please.” He actually began yelling the pleases out.

I slapped his ass a few more times, and told him, “Get back like you were. This time keep your hands off your dick, or I’m stoppin’. You understand?”

“Yes, sir!” I dove in and began rimmin’ him again, and very slowly and gently began strokin’ his cock, again not enough to make him shoot, but enough to get him on the edge. His ass was red and hot against my face. I began to finger him again but stayed away from the gland. Precum was drippin’ from him.

“Jeffy?”

“Yeah, buddy, what is it?”

“My balls hurt, Jeffy, sir. I need to shoot.”

“You can take it a bit more.” I continued playing with him. He was squirming and whimpering and really begging.

“Please, Jeffy, please fuck me and let me cum. For the love of God, my balls ache. I gotta cum, I can’t stand this. Please, fuck me and let me cum.”

“You like feelin’ like this, don’t ya? Your buddy, Jeffy, really knows how to play ya. Your balls still ache?”

“Yes, sir. I need to get fucked, sir. I need to cum.” I pulled back and put on a condom. I teased his ass with my cock head.

“Fuck me, Jeffy, fuck me now. Push that big cock in me. God I need it, I need it bad. I got blue balls bad, please.
Please
!” He was shoutin’ out please. I tapped his balls from behind, and he let out a squeal. I kept teasing him, and finally pushed in. He let out a huge sigh.

“Fuck yeah. I need this. I need it bad. Fuck me.” I began to pump slowly and easily. He was squirming more than I’d ever seen and clamping down hard. He was fuckin’ back.

“Yeah, oh yeah, that’s it.” Finally he asked, “Sir, please, can you fuck me harder? I need to cum. My balls hurt. Please, sir.”

“You really want it hard, boy?”

“Yes, sir. Fuck me hard.”

“You want to cum, boy?”

“I need to cum, sir; it’s way beyond wantin’.”

“You like this, bein’ kept on edge?”

“It’s real intense, sir, but yes, sir, I do like it.”

“Maybe I should just stop now and let your balls ache all night.” He sounded like he was gonna start crying.”

“No, please no, sir. I gotta cum. I can’t take much more.”

“You’ll take it if I ask you to, won’t ya?”

“Yes, Jeffy, for you, yes.”

“You want to do this again?”

“Hell yes.”

“Then why do you want it to end so soon?”

“Jeffy, you’ve had me all horned up for about an hour and a half. My balls hurt. I need to cum.” I began to fuck him harder. He was moaning real loud.

“Cum for me, buddy!
Now
! Cum now!” I only managed a few more hard strokes before he was spasmin’ around my cock. His whole body was shaking. I kept pumping away for a couple more minutes. His begging changed to a sound almost like purring. I was gettin’ close, and then all of a sudden, I tensed up and shot. It felt like I came forever. Finally I pulled out, and he collapsed on the bed. I lay down next to him and took him in my arms.

“Thank you, thank you, and thank you. That was so fuckin’ unbelievable. You were playin’ me like an instrument. I’ve never been on the edge like that so long. It just keeps gettin’ better and better.”

“I told ya before, buddy, I aim to please.” We lay there for a while. I finally whispered in his ear, “Let’s go to sleep, buddy; we done used up this day.”

I
T
WAS
pitch black in our room. I couldn’t see a moon or stars through the skylight. I tried to raise my head enough, without wakin’ Mike, to see the clock. It was 3:22 in the mornin’. I didn’t need to pee, and Mike hadn’t moved, so what caused me to wake up? Just then, the burglar alarm started to ring. I jumped up, followed by Mike, and pulled my long handles on without bothering to button ’em. I ran down the stairs. I didn’t see anyone or anything, but I wasn’t reassured. Walking through the living room, I saw the glass window was broken on the back door, and it was open. Mike joined me. He had his rifle. The phone rang; it was the security company wanting to know if it was a false alarm.

“We’ve had a break-in.” I gave the guy who had called our address and answered a few questions. The sheriff was on his way. Mike turned off the alarm.

I could see José, Josh, and Smitty movin’ around by the bunkhouse.

“Everything okay, guys?” Smitty called out. José was behind him and had his rifle too.

“Yeah, whoever it was seems to have been scared away by the alarm.”

We went upstairs real quick and got dressed. I didn’t clean up the glass. I remember hearin’ all about not touchin’ a crime scene. I didn’t see anythin’ missing. The TV, stereo equipment, Blu-ray player, and my laptop were all there. It looked like whoever tried to break in got scared off by the alarm. A couple of weeks ago, I never woulda thought to lock the doors. Now I had an alarm. I put some water on for coffee. Just as I added the grounds, I saw Sheriff Johnston pull up.

“You boys okay?”

“Yes sir. It looks like whoever tried to get in ran off when they heard the alarm.”

“Anything missing that you can see?”

“No, I’m not sure that they even got in.”

Mike looked at me. “That had to be one stupid thief. Why’d they come up here? It’s obvious that we got hands in the bunkhouse and there are people here too.” The sheriff was looking at the glass. He pulled out some powder and dusted the door handle.

“No fingerprints. Whoever it was probably wrapped their hand in cloth, put it through the window, and then reached in to open the door. When they did open it, that musta been when the alarm went off.” I looked at the sheriff.

“Mike’s right, it doesn’t make sense for a thief to hit here. This place is occupied by five guys, all armed. If they wanted to steal, there are plenty of vacation homes near here that are unoccupied. My guess is it must have somethin’ to do with the rustlin’. What do you reckon, Sheriff?”

“If I had to bet on it, I’d bet you’re right.” To give myself something to do more than anything, I poured three mugs of coffee. The sheriff sat down and took our statements.

“Boys, I want to keep this break-in to ourselves. I’m not going to tell anyone, not the other agencies, not Sandy, no one. We know it’s a local; maybe if a rumor gets started, or someone says something, we’ll have some more information. I’m going to tell the guys in the bunkhouse the same.”

Then he walked over to the bunkhouse and asked the guys there if they’d seen or heard anythin’. He came back to the kitchen at about five in the mornin’.

“You boys don’t mind if I stay here another hour or so until it’s light enough to look for tracks do you?”

“Not at all, sir. Anythin’ to catch these guys.”

“Good, ’cause after some of your coffee, Jeff, there’s now no way I could get back to sleep.” I cleaned up the glass while Mike made more coffee.

The sun was finally coming up after we’d finished, so the sheriff headed outside to look. After about forty-five minutes, he came back in.

“Looks like you had another visitor that had been in the rustling camp. I can’t say one hundred percent for certain, but it looks like the boot tracks match one set from there. I took a couple of casts, so I should be able to tell you later today.” He headed back to his office, and I went inside and grabbed a hold of Mike.

“We gotta find these guys, buddy. I’m sick of dealin’ with this shit.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

T
HE
day was cold and cloudy. The drab, gray sky matched my mood. Mike and I had visited the hardware store in Twisp and gotten a pane of glass for the back door. We were just coming into Winslett when I suggested that we get breakfast at One Eyed Jack’s. It was still fairly early and not tourist season, so there were plenty of places to sit. We walked in and shucked our coats. In an instant, we had some coffee. Sandy was off today, but we’d see her this evening at the ranch. I had the prime rib hash, and Mike had the chicken fried steak.

“You’re awful quiet this mornin’, Mike. What’s up?”

“I’m just worried about havin’ Tom and Ann and their kids and Jonathan and his partner up at the ranch if whoever is doin’ this shit ain’t caught.”

“That’s been on my mind, too, buddy. I reckon if the sheriff doesn’t have a handle on this by the end of this week, I’ll need to call ’em and let ’em know what’s goin’ on.”

“Ya know what I see as the worst of this mess, Jeffy?”

“What’s that, bud?”

“I know we’ll recover from not havin’ the dude ranch part open this Thanksgivin’, and they’ll come another time, but it’s gonna break little Harrison’s heart.”

“Don’t I know it? That’s a real shame too. I’ll talk to him after his parents tell him, but I don’t wanna get to that point. Let’s just hope that it doesn’t come to that.” The thought of having to do that and of being restricted as to what Mike and I could and couldn’t do was the cause of my drab, gray mood.

“You were right this mornin’ when you said this has gotta get over soon.”

“Before I forget, buddy, do you need anythin’ for your gumbo tonight? I reckon if you do, we’re in town now.”

“No, we’ve got everythin’ I need.” Just then the waitress brought our food. I salted and peppered my eggs, sprinkled everythin’ with Tabasco sauce, and put a big dab of ketchup on my plate.

“You and your ketchup, Jeffy. You use a lot of it.”

“Just on fries, eggs, burgers, and hash. We’ve all got different tastes.”

“Maybe next year for Halloween, you should go as a bottle of ketchup.”

“Only if you go holdin’ a sign that says ‘Whimper, whimper’.”

“All kiddin’ aside, do I really whimper when you’re…, well you know when?”

“You sure do. Actually I really like it. It shows me I’m handlin’ you right.”

“It doesn’t sound all wimpy?”

“I ain’t ever thought of it that way.”

“So you really like when I do that?”

“Sure do.”

“Thanks again for last night, Jeffy. That was way beyond incredible. We gotta do that again.”

“What specific part?”

“The spankin’ and keepin’ me on edge like that for a long time.”

“I thought you said it made you achy?”

“It did. But the release was like every nerve used for that was magnified twenty times. It still amazes me.”

“No problem then. By the way, do you need help cookin’?”

“Naw, I got it.”

“Okay. I got two sculptures that just need to be polished up, so I’ll do that while you cook.”

“How’s the hash?”

“Good. You wanna try some?” I put a spoonful on his plate. The waitress came by with more coffee. As she walked away, I noticed Mark walk in. He was in his ranger uniform; I reckoned he must be on break from the office. He spoke to the waitress for a moment and then came over to us.

“Mind if I join you two while I’m waiting for my carryout breakfast?”

“Not at all.” Mike scooted over, and Mark slid in next to him. The waitress brought Mark a cup of coffee.

“Thanks again, Mark, for bringin’ the tree cutting permit. You getting swamped with folks wantin’ ’em?”

“You guys are the first and only so far. I have sold a couple hunting permits in the last few days though.”

“How long’s huntin’ season last here?” Mike had a hopeful look on his face.

“Into December, so you have plenty of time. I really liked the food you guys made last night. I appreciate your inviting me over. It was nice to have somewhere to go and something to do other than just sittin’ in my little rental house.”

“Like I said yesterday, anytime. You stickin’ around for Christmas and New Year’s, or are you headin’ back to California?”

“California? Oh, you mean to spend the time with my parents. I don’t know yet.”