Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2022 08:39:18 +0000 From: Wes Leigh Subject: Misunderstood, Chapter 38 (Gay Adult/Youth) MISUNDERSTOOD By Wes Leigh This is a work of fiction intended solely for the entertainment of my readers; any resemblance to any real people or places is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the author and is protected by copyright laws. The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent. If you enjoy this story, please support the Nifty archives today with a thoughtful donation by visiting https://donate.nifty.org/. Chapter Thirty-Eight Cameron crumpled up the papers in his hand and laughed. No alcohol or illegal drug use. No weapons of any kind. Stay at least 100 yards away from Grayson Langston, Andrew Wright, Dayna Wright, and Dallas Anderson. It was that last condition of release that made him laugh the hardest. One hundred yards? Fine. He sat in his car, staring at the building across the street. The sign across the front read `Wright Home Furnishings -- Serving Amarillo Since 1975.' The front door was about a hundred yards away. The door Dallas Anderson had walked through a few minutes ago. Cameron was no longer laughing. That motherfucker betrayed them. One way or another, he'd pay for it. Then Gray and his little lover boy would be next. *** Dallas greeted Amanda, his most prolific salesperson. She had an amazing knack for befriending customers. He'd seen her chatting with people she'd just met like they were old friends, and then selling them a thousand dollars' worth of merchandise. "Morning, Amanda. How's the family?" Dallas asked as he opened the safe in the office. "Fine as frog hair, Mr. Anderson," Amanda said with a smile. Dallas chuckled. "Did you all have a nice Christmas?" She nodded. "That bonus you gave me made it a very, merry Christmas. I got the boys new bikes. BMX. You wouldn't believe how much those things run!" "Oh, I believe it," Dallas replied. "It must be hard buying for a big family." Amanda chuckled. "Between my commissions and your bonus, the family made out like bandits this year." Dallas laughed. "Glad to hear it. You earned every penny, and we're lucky to have you." "Thanks, Mr. Anderson. How are Dayna and Andrew?" "They're good. Dayna is opening a second location for her clinic and hiring a nurse practitioner to help. Andrew is happily married and enjoying being a newlywed." At least, Dallas hoped the last part was true. "Oh, that's wonderful!" The front door chimed as two women walked into the store. "I better get to work. Christmas is only 350 days away!" Dallas waved at Amanda as she went to greet the customers. He walked to his desk and stared down at the stack of mail six inches high, waiting for him. That's what happened when you took off almost two weeks. Sighing, he started sorting the mail. *** "Blue. Come in here for a sec." Gray was in the storeroom where they kept the food for the kennel dogs. Blue leaned his shovel against a wall and strolled over to the storeroom. "Yeah? What's up?" Gray pointed at the shelves. "We're running low on dry food. There's only enough for another three days at most." Blue nodded. "Yeah. Sorry about that, my dude. I miscounted when I placed the last on-line order. I was gonna drop by the feed store and get some more today." Gray shook his head, exasperated. "The feed store charges almost six bucks more a bag." "It's only a few bags. What's the big deal?" Gray frowned. "Blue, we're back up to 14 dogs. It's takes every penny in donations to take care of these animals. People are trusting us to use the money wisely. That's why I have a contract with Red Barn. They give me a price break on the food, because we order so much. We can't afford to spend extra at the feed store because you forgot to order enough." "Well, it ain't all my fault," Blue replied. "You didn't tell me we was gettin' three new dogs." "No, I didn't," Gray snapped. "I thought you would order extra, just in case, because you know we could be asked to take in new dogs at any time." Blue's eyes flashed with anger. "Sorry. I fucked up, okay? I'll pay for the fuckin' food my own damned self!" "WITH WHAT?" Gray shouted. "One of MY credit cards?" Blue stared at Gray, shocked into silence. Then he turned and stomped out of the barn. Gray watched him go, wondering what the hell just happened. *** Dallas' wastebasket was now full. Most of the mail had been junk. There were a few bills, which he set aside for Tina, their accountant. He kept the sales brochures too, planning to look them over later. Ashley Home Furnishings had a few interesting new recliners they were offering, and the initial price points were very tempting. His phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID. Wings. He picked up the phone and accepted the call. "Hey, hotness." Wings laughed, "Is that how you answer all your calls?" Dallas smiled. "Only when the guy calling me is as sexy as you." "Oh? Well, then ... give me a second. I'll head into the restroom, find me a bit of privacy, and you can tell me all about it." Dallas laughed. "I'm at work. I'm not having a dirty call with you now. One of my employees might need me." Wings chuckled. "Lock your door. You're the boss. Am I right?" Dallas bit his lip. So tempting. "I guess I could put a sign on the door. Do Not Disturb. Talking to the Hottest Pilot on the Planet." "And He's Making Me Squirt," Wings added, laughing. "Not yet, he isn't, but he is making me bone up." "That must be painful. With that big old thing of yours." "It is filling up the leg of my pants quite a bit," Dallas admitted. "Thanks to you." "If I was there now, I'd be unbuckling your belt and sliding my hand inside your pants, rubbing that thick tube of yours, squeezing it until you begged me to slide your pants--" Wings paused and said, "Yes, sir? What can I do for you?" Dallas was confused, until he heard a man's voice in the background asking Wings about some report. Wings said, "It's almost finished, sir. I'll have it for you before lunch." More mumbling, then Wings was back on the phone with Dallas. "That was my commander. Asking about the weekly readiness report." "Is that higher priority than our phone call?" Dallas asked, teasing. "Just a bit higher," Wings replied, chuckling. "So I guess you have to go now?" Dallas asked. "Yeah. And take care of this." "What? The report? Or your boner?" Wings laughed. "How'd you know I have a boner?" Dallas snorted. "Bro, I know you too well. How hard are you right now?" "Full mast," Wings replied. "It was damned painful to stand and salute the commander when he came in." "Did he enjoy your salute?" Dallas asked. "Yep. Both of `em!" Wings replied, snickering. Dallas tried to picture that. Wings standing at attention, his hand rigidly pointing at his temple, his cock rigidly pointing at the ceiling. "Bro, I wish I could have been there." Wings sighed. "I wish you were here too. I miss you already." "You busy after work?" "Nah. Why?" "Video call?" Dallas asked. Wings smiled, knowing exactly what that would entail. "You're on!" "Okay. Until later, you sexy, sexy man." "Bye, lover. Talk to you after work." *** Gray found Blue at the end of the dock, staring out over the lake. Blue was standing with his hands in his pockets, not moving. Gray approached slowly, stopping just behind Blue. Blue didn't turn or acknowledge his presence. Gray sighed. "That didn't come out quite the way I meant it to," Gray said. Blue didn't say anything. He kept his back to Gray. "I shouldn't have said it quite that way," Gray added, realizing he was doing a crappy job of apologizing. "I shouldn't have said it at all." Still nothing from Blue. "I'm sorry, Blue. I suck at apologies, and I'm messing this one up too, but you didn't deserve any of that, and I'm sorry." Blue nodded his head briefly. "Will you forgive me?" Gray asked. Blue nodded again. "Sure." But he still faced the lake, refusing to turn around. "You're still mad, I guess?" Gray asked. "A little. Shouldn't I be?" "I suppose. I was a bit of an asshole just now." A quick nod from Blue. "More than a bit, I'd say." "Okay. A huge asshole. But I was upset when I saw how low we were on food." Blue's shoulders sagged a little. "Yeah, that IS my fault, but I was gonna fix it. Momma asked me to have lunch with her today, so I was gonna go pick up more after we ate." Gray put his hand on Blue's shoulder and squeezed gently. "Thanks. I should have known I could depend on you." Blue turned his head slightly to look at Gray's hand. "I try to stay on stop of stuff, Gray, but I fuck up every now and then. You know how I am." Gray tried to make a joke of it. "Yeah, I know. Maybe I should throw your sorry ass in the lake? See if that helps your memory?" Blue's jaw tightened and he shrugged Gray's hand off his shoulder. Gray gulped and asked, "Not funny?" Blue shook his head. "No, not funny, dude. I didn't mean to mess up the last food order. I'm tryin' my best, but I miscounted this time." Gray slid his arm around Blue's waist and turned him back to face the shore. "Will you go for a walk with me? Around the lake. We need to talk." *** Wings rushed out of the building and unlocked his brand-new Hummer H3. It was a beast! He loved driving it. The powerful rumble of the engine gave him a raging hard-on every time he cranked it up. The next time he visited Dallas, he was definitely going to ask for some road head in the H3. He laughed to himself. That gave a whole new meaning to getting a hummer! He slid his phone into the dash-mounted charging cradle just as the phone rang a special chime indicating he had an incoming video call. He laughed. Dallas was a bit early. He accepted the call and saw nothing but pink flesh. The phone moved and he saw curly, dark red hair. Then more pink flesh, this time a thick, round tube held in someone's hand. The camera moved lower still and he saw a flushed, purple cap. The hand squeezed and clear fluid appeared on the end. A finger collected the drop of fluid and began rubbing it all over the cap, making it glisten. "Fuck, bro!" Wings exclaimed. "You like what you see?" Dallas asked. "Yeah," Wings replied, "but I'm still at work." The camera jumped and pointed at Dallas' face, now bright red as his cheeks blushed with embarrassment. "Sorry, bro!" Dallas cried. "Did anyone see?" Wings laughed. "I'm not in the office, lover. I'm in my Hummer, thinking about you giving me a hummer." Dallas smiled. "And then you can give me one." Wings cranked up the H3. He didn't need its deep rumbles to get a boner. Dallas had already taken care of that. He tilted the phone down slightly and squeezed his cock. "You see what you're doin' to me." Dallas moaned. "Yeah, bro. I see. Pull it out." "I can't yet! I'm still in the parking lot at the base." "So?" "Wait `til I get on the highway. I'll pull it out then." "And jack it for me, okay?" "Damn, you are eager, boy!" Dallas laughed. "I've been thinking about you all day. Couldn't leave my office `cause my dick's been so fucking hard." Wings accelerated down the street, heading for the main gate. "Same for me, bro. I wish you lived here. Or I lived there." Dallas' phone angle changed again, showing his long, nine-inch cock, fully boned up. His hand was slowly stroking it. Wings had to turn the wheel quickly to avoid hitting the curb. "Damn, bro. I'm gonna wreck if you keep this up." Dallas laughed and brought the camera back up to his face. "Then call me when you get home. I don't want my lover to wreck his new truck." Wings passed the gate, waving at the guards, and accelerated up the ramp onto the highway. "Give me ten minutes." Dallas nodded. "I thought it took you longer than that to get to your apartment." "It does," Wings said, laughing, "but I'm in a hurry today." Dallas shook his head. "Drive safe, lover. This will be waiting for you." The camera dropped down again, showing Dallas' thick shaft once more. Then the call disconnected. "FUCK!" Wings shouted, pressing down on the gas. *** Gray and Blue walked under the trees surrounding the lake, now with limbs sprouting buds as the weather warmed up. It wouldn't be long before leaves began unfurling. The day was warming up nicely, unusually warm for an early Spring day in Oklahoma. It was warm enough that they had their jackets off, tied around their waists. "Looks like Spring is coming a little early this year," Gray said. "Yeah," Blue replied. "Unless we get a late freeze," Gray added. "Uh huh." They walked a few more steps. Gray said, "The ducks will like it, now that it's warming up." Blue looked over at Gray and rolled his eyes. "I suppose." Gray sighed. "You still upset with me?" Blue shrugged. "A little." Gray reached out. "Can we hold hands?" Blue frowned but stretched out his hand to take Gray's. "I ain't so pissed off that I can't hold your hand." "Good," Gray said, "because it's hard to stay mad at somebody you're holding hands with." Shaking his head, Blue said, "I ain't all that mad at you, Gray. Mostly just hurt." "Yeah. I'm so, so sorry about that, Blue. Really, I am." "You wounded me, Gray. I know I don't have a job or anything, and you pay for everything, but it hurt to hear you SAY it." Gray grimaced. "Blue, I was wrong. You DO have a job. You work for Langston Farm. You manage the website. You work with customers. You care for the dogs. You handle the food orders--" "I fuck up the food orders." Gray chuckled. "Only once that I can recall, and you made plans to fix that." Blue sighed. "It still bugs me that you pay for everything." "We're in a partnership, Blue. A marriage. It isn't my money anymore. It's our money now, and we're using it to give unloved dogs a second chance at life. I couldn't do this without you, and I'm a damned fool for talking to you like I did today." A mischievous grin broke out on Blue's face. "Does that mean I can use your credit card to buy the food we need?" Gray snorted. "No. But you can use OUR credit card any time you want." "Hot damn!" Blue exclaimed. "I'm goin' shopping!" He giggled wickedly, swinging Gray's hand between them. "Anything you want me to pick up for you?" "Maybe a muzzle for my mouth." Blue giggled again, then released Gray's hand and slid his arm around Gray's waist. "Gray, you may be a damned fool sometimes, but you're MY damned fool, and I love you." "I love you too, champ. And I'm so sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it. Not one damned word." "I know you didn't." They walked in silence for a bit, holding each other around the waist. Blue glanced over at Gray and saw a worried expression on Gray's face. He leaned against Gray and asked, "You're still thinkin' about it, ain't'cha?" Gray nodded. "When I say stupid things like that, I feel like I don't deserve you." "Come on, my dude. Not that again." "I'm sorry, Blue. I don't want to feel like this, but it's your fault in a way." "My fault?" "Yes. I still can't quite believe that I have you in my life. Blue ... you're the best thing that ever happened to me. It's like I won a million lotteries all at once, and sometimes I can't believe I have you as my husband." Blue stopped walking and leaned back against a tree, pulling Gray toward him. "Gray, my dude, don't you think I feel the same way?" "You do?" "Yes!" Blue exclaimed. "I thought I made that crystal clear. You think you don't deserve me, right? Well, I KNOW I don't deserve YOU!" The two stared at each other, neither saying a word. Their eyes connected, and in that magical way they'd come to expect, each of them looked deep into the heart of his soulmate and fell in love all over again. Gray leaned forward and smashed his lips against Blue's, kissing him hard and deep. Blue kissed Gray back, sliding his tongue past Gray's lips, pressing against his teeth, his tongue, sliding deeper still. Gray sucked Blue's tongue into his mouth, savoring the taste of his young lover. He moaned, pulling Blue against him, feeling their erections rubbing together. Gray slid his hand down and rubbed Blue's long shaft, pressing it hard, gripping and squeezing. Blue slid his hands down onto Gray's butt. He clasped one cheek in each hand and pulled, groaning as Gray's body pressed against his own, mashing their cocks together, with Gray's hand between them, frantically rubbing. Blue couldn't wait any longer. He released Gray's ass and began unbuttoning Gray's shirt. Gray released Blue's cock and tugged at the buttons on Blue's shirt, popping a few off in his haste to undress Blue. With their shirts on the ground, they reached for each other's pants, unsnapping and unzipping, sliding jeans and underwear down into a tangled pile around their ankles. Then they kissed again, brutally smashing their lips together as their hands stroked the hard shafts between them. Blue pushed Gray back and fell to his knees, taking Gray's cock in his mouth, hungrily devouring it, savoring the taste of it. He sucked and slobbered, then quickly stood up and turned around to face the tree. "Loosen me up," he begged. Gray knelt down and pressed his face into Blue's ass, licking all over the youngster's puckered hole, sticking his tongue inside, pushing, prodding. Blue leaned against the tree, groaning with pleasure. Gray put a finger in his mouth, coating it with saliva, and pushed it slowly into Blue's ass, causing Blue to moan even louder. "Hurry, my dude," Blue groaned. "I need you in me." Gray added a second finger, surprised at how quickly Blue opened up. Then he stood and pressed his cock, still dripping with Blue's saliva and now a bit of precum, against Blue. Blue pushed back, forcing Gray's cock to slip unhindered up inside. They both moaned. And then they made love. With passion and fire. Then, switching places, Blue slid his long cock slowly into Gray and they made love again, this time with tenderness and caresses. And finally, on top of jackets and shirts and pants, they held each other and kissed, gazing into the eyes of the one they never deserved to have, but cherished nevertheless. *** Wings threw his shirt onto the bed as he powered up his laptop. He kicked his shoes off and stripped off his socks, pants, and underwear next. His cock was already half hard, sticking out at an angle from his body, when the laptop finally finished loading the operating system. He touched the icon for video chats and selected Dallas' number. A window popped up with a message: The window flashed and he saw Dallas leaning over the desk in his bedroom, also naked, also half boned up. Dallas stood up and wiggled his hips, making his long, pink shaft sway slowly from side to side. "Oh, baby, that looks good enough to eat," Wings said, licking his lips. "Come over any time," Dallas replied, stroking his cock. "Dallas' all-you-can-eat buffet is open for business!" Wings laughed as he leaned in, watching Dallas fondle himself. "You've been sunbathing again, haven't you?" "How'd you know?" "You cock is pale white until you get a little sun, then it's kinda pink. Except for that purple tip of yours. And those fuckin' sexy blue veins running down the side. Damn, Dallas, I want you so bad, right now!" Wings held his own cock in front of the camera, showing Dallas how rigid it was, throbbing with each heartbeat, oozing precum down the front. "Woah, bro. Look at you leaking all over the place. You are one horny, sexy dude!" Wings ran his finger up his cock, squeezing more precum out, then pulling his foreskin down and rubbing the slippery juices all over the end of his cock. "You make me horny, bro. I can't wait to be with you again." "What would you do if you were here?" Wings licked his lips. "I would shove that monster of yours halfway down my throat. I'd press my lips against those curly red pubes of yours. I'd push my nose against you and breathe in your manly scent. I'd pull you so far down my throat I'd start choking and gagging!" Dallas combed his fingers through his pubic hair, then slid his hand down to fondle his balls. His other hand began caressing his shaft, squeezing. He moved his other hand next to it, rubbing with both hands up and down the nine-inch length. "Show me how much this turns you on, baby," Dallas begged. Wings moved closer to the camera, sliding his foreskin over his swollen glans, making it appear and disappear as he slowly stroked. More precum oozed out, turning his glans into a shiny, slippery cap. He squeezed the foreskin down over the end, forcing a large drop of shining liquid to flow out onto his finger. He pulled the skin back and rubbed the finger all around the rubbery edge, moaning softly. The image on the laptop jumped as Dallas moved closer, stroking faster now, using both hands. Wings leaned in too, pumping his cock with one hand and squeezing his balls with the other. They were both panting now, eyes darting from the screen to their own bodies and back again. "I'm coming, bro!" Wings shouted, aiming his cock at the desk next to the laptop. White cream spurted out, pooling on the desk. He continued stroking, pumping out more cum, pulling and squeezing until he milked out the last drop. "You're so fucking sexy," Dallas moaned, still pumping away on his own long shaft. Then his stomach tightened and he stroked faster. He groaned and cum launched from his cock. The image went fuzzy. Wings heard Dallas shout, "Fuck!" "What happened?" Wings asked. "I came all over my laptop," Dallas said, chuckling. "Hit the camera with the first shot. Coated my keyboard with the rest." "That wouldn't have happened if I was there," Wings said, laughing. The image jumped and cleared as Dallas wiped off the camera pickup. His grinning face appeared. "Then get your skinny ass up here, bro." Wings laughed. "Or ... here's another idea." He turned his laptop to show the pools of cum on his desk. "Aim that big cock of yours at something other than your laptop. Less messy that way." Dallas smiled. "I'll call you in a few, bro. Need to clean up the keyboard too. Then we can go again." Wings grinned. "That will give me time to grab a bite to eat. Gotta keep up my energy for my boyfriend." Dallas waved and the call ended. Wings shook his head. That was one incredibly sexy boyfriend he had. How'd he get so lucky? A few hundred miles away in Amarillo, Dallas was asking himself the same question. *** Gray asked Blue to hold off picking up the dog food they needed. They had enough to last another few days, and he wanted them to go into town together for a lunch date the next day, something they hadn't done in a while. Gray made reservations at Marco's. He wanted a sit-down meal to remind them they were newlyweds in love. Marco's wasn't fancy, wasn't a five-star restaurant like the place they'd gone for their first meal on their honeymoon, but the food was excellent and the atmosphere romantic, with dim light and soft music putting them in the mood to hold hands under the table and play a little footsie while they waited for their food. "Every week, I want to make time for you," Gray began. "I want us both to understand that our marriage is so very important, and it needs moments like these to grow and flourish." "I know you're right, Gray. I think I was expectin' it to be a lot simpler. Just seemed like all we had to do was stand up there in front of the preacher and say the words. I never woulda guessed it would take a whole lot more work." "For the rest of our lives, champ." Gray lifted his glass of wine. Blue held his glass out, clinking it softly against Gray's. "I'm down for that, my dude, `cause I love you with all my heart." "And I love you," Gray replied, taking a sip. Blue's cell phone buzzed. He grimaced. "Sorry, about that. Thought I turned the damned thing off when we came in." He checked the phone. "Oh, it's Dallas." "Go ahead and answer it. The food's not here yet." Blue smiled and swiped a finger across the phone, then held it to his ear. "Hey, bro. What's poppin'?" His smile disappeared quickly. "What? When?" He listened more. His eyes filled with tears and he dropped the phone onto the table. "What's wrong, Blue?" Gray asked, but Blue was weeping, unable to answer. Gray picked up the phone and held it to his ear, hearing Dallas crying. "Dallas, it's Gray. What's going on?" He heard Dallas sob. "It's Wings. His jet crashed. They airlifted him to Albuquerque. He's in critical condition." The end of MISUNDERSTOOD, Chapter Thirty-Eight