Jesse and Randy Looking Back / Fluffy Strikes Again

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Jesse and Randy Looking Back
Fluffy Strikes Again
By
PJ Franklin <pjfranklinboy2@earthlink.net>
Sidekick <sidekickboy1972@gmail.com>

From "Fluffy And The Jockstrap" …

We hugged and kissed and rolled around from side to side talking about school mostly and cuddled a whole lot. Boy I sure did like cuddling with Jesse and he with me. Seems like it was midnight before we got sleepy and the last thing I recall was him spooning me close, then snuggling up to my ear, whispered,

"Fluffy huh, you are gonna pay Wolcott, you are gonna pay!"

* * * * * * * * * *

I liked school and all, but I wasn't good at most sports in junior high P.E. back in California save one, wrestling. I was just a passable wrestler back then and had heard stories of how good mid-western boys were at wrestling in high school especially. So when the wrestling unit started during P.E. class at Burwell High I figured to give it my best go and let the local "experts" tend to trying out for the official school teams. Coach paired us up as best he could during class mostly by weight, and then demonstrated wrestling moves we were to learn and use on our wrestling buddy. This went on for two weeks.

Then one day in October shortly after the unit ended, Tommy joined Jesse and me at lunch,

"I hear you're pretty good at wrestling, Wolcott."

"Who me?" I smiled.

"Yeah, you. Ben Taylor says that you pinned him the other day on the last day of wresting in P.E."

I sighed, "Yea, well, it was the last day and Coach brought Ben in to tussle with to help him decide if there were any sleepers in the group that failed to try out for the junior varsity. I guess he wasn't trying very hard at all and I got lucky I guess."

"That's not what he said Randy and besides, you shouldn't be able to pin him at all. What weight did you wrestle in junior high?"

"I didn't, just in P.E. class in junior high, just like now."

"What? You mean you weren't on some team back there in California?"

"Nope."

"Well, listen. I'm going to try out for the team in the 152 pound class. What do you weigh?"

"Around 142 I guess."

"Perfect. My buddies on the team tell me we don't have anyone in the 145 pound class. You and me can start working out tomorrow after school to get ready for the team try-outs."

"Now wait a minute, I haven't agreed to try out. I'm not that good Tommy and besides, I'd have to clear it with Pa."

Jesse had just been sitting back with a grin on his face, listening to us talk,

"Wolcott, If I remember right, you weren't good enough to calf rope either a couple of months ago."

"That's different. What would it be like if I joined the team, but never won a match?"

"That's just it Randy," Tommy said, "We forfeit that weight class as it is. If you got a win, it's all gravy. If you don't it's experience for you, win-win situation cowboy!"

"I don't know," and quickly looked around to see if anyone else was close enough to hear, "How would the team feel about having, well you know someone like me try out, or even make the team," I said softly making sure only Tommy and Jesse could hear me.

Tommy looked around and huddled us into him,

"Look. I've talked with the other boys on the team from last year. I told them I lied because you broke up me and Alicia. Joe Adams asked why was I telling the truth now, and I told him that Clark Wooley gave me a special lesson about telling lies and my ribs were still sore from my lesson."

I sighed, "I don't know Tommy."

"Randy, those guys all respect Clark not to mention that Ben Taylor stood up for you and said he thought you had promise. He said he didn't think you were a queer because there were too many chances when you could have groped him in P.E. class, and you didn't."

I chuckled, "Shows how much they don't know about being queer," kind of loud.

"Shhh, not so loud Wolcott," Tommy said and we all looked around us a moment, "Randy, they'll give you a fair chance to prove yourself worthy of the team."

I looked at Jesse, and then replied softly, "If I go out for the team, then I'm there to learn how to wrestle and try my hardest to win my matches."

"Talk with Pa tonight. See what he thinks," Jesse said.

"How about this Tommy. If Pa lets me, then I'll try out for the team. If he needs me on the farm, then that's that, no go."

"If your Pa lets you, then be ready to stay after school tomorrow. Coach lets the team practice kind of unofficially after school a couple of days a week until the season starts. Ben and a couple of the other guys are going to get us up to speed."

"OK, you got a deal," and we shook on it.

I was nervous all afternoon, my stomach tied up in knots. I was kind of hoping that Pa said no to the whole deal. I just wanted to go through school as a nobody, hiding in the shadows.

On the bus home Jesse sat beside me, "I know how you're thinking," he said, "you're thinking like a California boy."

"Hows that? What am I thinking smarty pants," I smirked weakly.

"You've lost your courage, and your faith in yourself. You want to run away from the idea of joining the team. Right?"

I wish he hadn't brought it up on the bus. I couldn't yell at him there, but he was right I just hung my head and nodded.

"Buck up buddy. You've got courage in spades when you need it. Think about what you've accomplished in just three short months. You picked up and moved to Nebraska. You've learned how to work on the farm doing dangerous jobs that would scare the shit out of most California boys. You ride a horse, and have ridden in the rodeo. You have even beat a third of the boys in our division and shared the win in the three boy team roping."

Jesse's voice then dropped to a bare whisper for my ear only, "That and besides other things we can't talk about here. Now just sit back and think about it. That is better than the worrying you were going to do all the way home. Have a little faith in yourself now," and with that all said, Jesse opened up his biology book and started reading his lesson for the next day.

Man, Jesse short-circuited my whole pity party. I thought on things for a bit. So what the hell if I went out for the team and failed? It wouldn't make any difference to them, as long as I did my best. Maybe I'd actually make the team and become a good wrestler and then I started to daydream. I pictured myself the hero of the whole damn school. I win the district tournament and the state tournament to boot and then, I might even win gold in the Olympics!

Jesse tapped me on the shoulder and broke up my reverie, "Wipe that grin off of your face Wolcott. You think you're going to conquer the world in wrestling?"

I started laughing, "How'd you know?"

"Every boy dreams of glory. Hell I want to be a rodeo champion."

"You could do it Jesse. You're that good."

"Well I can only do it one rodeo at a time."

"When did you become so smart?

"I think it was in June when I took charge of a cowardly boy from California."

"I don't know what happened to him. You're stuck with me instead."

In reply he gave me a dope slap and knocked my hat off.

Later that night we were at the dinner table with the usual conversations. Pa was excited about replacing an old tractor that was on its last legs and there followed quite a discussion on the merits of John Deere versus Massie-Ferguson. Pa finally tabled that discussion until later. Jesse changed the subject,

"Pa, Randy has been asked to try out for the wrestling team."

"That's great Randy. Do you think you can do that and keep your grades up?"

"I'll try my best. If I can't I'll quit the team. Grades come first. If I try out or even make the team I'll work hard like I did to learn calf ropin'."

"I know you will son…"

"But Pa," I interrupted, "There is no way I can get all of my chores done. As much as I want to try out for the team, I can't. You need me here."

I looked at Jesse, and I think he was in shock, "But you were all ready to win the Olympics when we were on the bus."

"There's more important things than a high school sport. I can't neglect Wild Bill and Tornado. I'm also doing your chores. And don't think about trying to do the chores and study too. I won't have it. You need the study time right now."

After my little speech it was quiet at the table. No one dared say a thing and all eyes were on Pa.

"Randy, I was going to say 'No,' for all the reasons you just mentioned, but because you have showed such a maturity of thought and reasoning, I'm going to let you do it. I'll get one of the hands to take care of your chores. However, and this is a big however, I won't have you sacrificing your grades for the wrestling team, nor your commitment to Jesse."

"That is a given, Pa. Thanks, I won't let you down. I'll make you proud of me."

"I expect no less from a boy of mine," and he ruffled my hair, I grinned ear to ear and after that the table went bonkers.

"We've never had a McKenzie wrestle for the school before," said Ma, "I guess we'll be going into town to watch the matches. Get me a schedule as soon as you can, Randy. We'll need to make some adjustments around here."

Later that evening Jesse and I were spooning in bed, "Wolcott, every time I think I have you figured out, you up and surprise me."

"How so? Ouch!" Jesse had been nibbling on my ear and had bit down a little too hard.

"Sorry 'bout that. What I mean was changing Pa's mind. Did you plan all that?"

"Yes and no. I wasn't trying to manipulate Pa, but neither was I trying to weasel out of wrestling. I just figured Pa wasn't gonna let me and I wanted him to know I understood his position. Never in my wildest imagination did I think he would let me."

"I've said it before, but I think your are the bravest boy I know … from California that is."

I tried to roll over to sock him one, but he was holding me too tight. "I owe you one for that, asshole."

"That reminds me, I still haven't gotten you for calling me 'Fluffy.' Mark my words Wolcott, revenge is coming and it won't be pretty," and then he tickled me.

"Yeah, I'm soooo scared," I replied giggling and trying to get away from him.

"Sassy boy. Now let's get some sleep."

Tommy and I met up with the guys in the locker room the next day after school. Coach Stockwell issued us some old white practice singlets and a couple of state wrestling association rulebooks,

"You boys listen real good to Ben and the other boys who are going to train you. I can't be involved until the season starts," he said, "athletic association rules, you know."

Tommy and I stripped and put on our jocks and the skintight lycra singlets. It was all I could do to keep from getting a hard-on when I saw myself in the mirror. NOTHING was hidden from view. Every curve and bulge of my body was visible and accentuated by the stretchy fabric. The cloth was so thin you could easily see my jock strap through it.

We entered the wrestling room, Ben Taylor and a senior, Joe Adams were there. They worked us hard for about an hour. During the hour or so that we practiced I couldn't help it and got a full on boner. I panicked at first, but when I looked around, I saw a couple other guys with boners as well.

Taking a break to catch our breath, Joe looked over at me as he adjusted himself within his singlet,

"It happens to all of us," Joe said, "mostly it's from the friction on the mats and each other. You'll notice at meets, the only time a wrestler is not wearing baggy sweats is when we're on the mat. Also our game uniforms are black and dark purple. The black seems to hide your boner better than lighter colors. Some schools still wrestle in white home uniforms. I pity those boys. It's just out there for all to see. Your practice singlet used to be a 'home' singlet before we went to purple and black for both home and away. Coach, doesn't like waste, so all of those white singlets were retired to practice uniforms."

"Hey Joe, you ever get groped at a meet?" Tommy asked winking at me just to get me all stirred up, but Joe just ignored him,

"I get pissed when someone grabs my balls, but otherwise no. I'm usually horny as hell by the time we hit the showers. If I don't have a date lined up after a meet, some of us usually have a circle jerk in the showers," and that got my attention REAL quick.

"We're none of us gay or nuthin' Randy, but I guess wrestlers are more open about their bodies than most, and closer to our animal side. Wrestling is a primal sport, that involves two human animals fighting each other within a narrow set of rules. They say surviving' battle in a real war sometimes makes you horny," and then Ben spoke up,

"Speaking of battle. My brother in the Army told me that in Vietnam there were Army doctors that checked out the local whores to make sure they didn't have VD so that our soldiers could get a good healthy fuck. The French Foreign Legion even have a group of Foreign Legion whores who travel with their army. Boners happen, we ignore it and take matters in hand later."

"I guess that makes sense," said Tommy and gave me another knowing wink. I just smirked back at him, but all this talk about boners and stuff was getting to me.

Joe glanced over at Ben and then to me as if he could read my mind just then,

"We're not all country bumpkins here in Burwell, Randy. Now let's get back to practice."

We learned new moves, showered, dressed and then everyone headed home. I got right in and started doing my homework before supper. Jesse looked across the dining room table where we were working, "So, how was wrestling?"

"Tiring. Oh, I've got a surprise for you tonight."

"You're gonna wrestle me down and pin me?" Jesse asked with hopeful sarcasm.

"Not yet smart-ass, maybe by the end of the season. After supper wait ten minutes and then come up for your surprise."

"You going to show me your jockstrap again?"

"Nah, and no hints either."

Well that was it for studying. Jesse spent the next fifteen minutes trying to think up scenarios that he would whisper to me, to keep Ma from hearing.

All through dinner, Jesse squirmed around. I could only imagine what he was thinking. With all of us helping it didn't take long for the kitchen to get cleaned up.

I ran upstairs and changed into my singlet. Jesse was almost on my heels and I slammed the door in his face. Every so often he'd holler, "Can I come in yet?"

Maybe it was a little cruel, but I spent time admiring myself in our bedroom mirror. Finally after ten minutes I hollered at Jesse to come in.

He burst through the door and came to a halt. "Whooeee! You look like a porn star or something. Turn around slowly and let me look at you."

I did as he asked, striking different poses as I did. When my back was to him he hollered for me to stop and came up behind. I felt his hands gently on my ass.

"My God, it clings to your every bulge and right up your ass. I've changed my mind, you can't try out for the wrestling team," he said as he slipped a hand into my ass cleavage.

"Why not?" I replied and wiggled my butt into his hand.

"And let everyone see you like this? You might as well wrestle in the nude. Hey, now that's an idea. Hell, I'll have to fight to keep all the girls and half the boys off of you."

I turned around and Jesse's hands slipped to my cock, "Why I think I can see the veins through that material," he exclaimed.

"I ain't got no veins silly and I'll be wearing a jock when I wrestle, but you can nearly see through the fabric too," but by then Jesse wasn't saying anything because he had knelt and was trying to suckle on my cock through the fabric.

When he finally came up for air, he asked, "Is this the one you'll be wearing on the team?"

"No, this is just a practice uniform. We'll have new ones in the school colors for matches."

"Turn around," he commanded lustily.

He buried his face in my ass, "I know I've seen your naked ass hundreds of times, but it looks so sexy in your uniform. You'd better grease up real good because you're getting the cornholin' of your life!"

I slid the straps off my shoulders baring my chest, and he pulled the singlet to my ankles and put his head back up my ass,

"Take me quickly!" I panted, "We both have homework to do!"

I kneeled to all fours, Jesse down quickly behind me and worked my asshole open, unzipped his fly and gave me one of his famous Jesse McKensie rabbit-quick butt reamings. I thought he was going to wear my hole out, his thrusts were so hard. He got the angle just right and was sliding his dick head right over my boy nut. I came just from being fucked, and my contractions set Jesse off. We just lay on the floor trying to catch our breath.

"I sure needed that. I had a hard-on all through practice," I confessed.

"Huh?"

"A friction hard-on is what Joe called it. Said it happens to most wrestlers."

"You showed them your hard-on?"

"Well as you noticed there isn't much to hide it. Some of them were boned-up by the end of practice. I think they were going to have a circle jerk after Tommy and I left. We had to get going, and besides, I wanted to save it for you."

"Shit, you're going to get me jealous here."

"Jesse, they're all straight guys! Besides, I'm yours. Hook, line and sinker."

"Just joshin' you Wolcott. After that cornholin' there's no doubt in my mind."

"You know I won't cheat. You'd whip up on my ass like there's no tomorrow!"

"You know me so well," he smiled.

"I guess we'd better hit the books," he sighed.

"You put something baggy on, otherwise I won't get a lick of work done. I'll just be thinking of you."

"I love you too cowboy," and blew him a kiss.

* * * * * * * * * *

Turns out, I actually made the team! Of course no one else tried out for the 145 pound weight class. I had thought the sessions with just the guys was a lot of work. Now with the season having started we were practicing every afternoon.

Our first match was at home the following Friday. Tommy won his match by forfeit. I had to wrestle though. I did get a break because my opponent was a rookie like me. It wasn't pretty, and I didn't get a pin, but I won anyway on points.

Wow, what a feeling! I was on top of the world. I could hear Pa and Jesse hollering all through the match and the squeals and screams from Ma and the girls.

The team won the whole meet as well. As the final whistle blew Pa and Jesse ran onto the gym floor. Pa put me in a bear hug and swung me around in a complete circle,

"I'm so damn proud of you, boy. You're one hell of a scrappy fighter."

Jesse gave me a quick hug, "Enjoy the spotlight, you've earned it," grinning for all to see and then leaned into my ear, "For now, that is, Fluffy says hi," he whispered, I thought jestingly.

We were interrupted just then as Joe and Ben walked up with Tommy who came over and stood by Jesse and me.

"Randy, we're having a little wrestling team welcoming party at Joe's place, care to come?" Ben smiled real friendly-like.

I grinned, it was really my very first invitation to do something separate from Jesse, so it felt kind of awkward. I looked at Jesse,

"I think you should go, but it's up to Pa," Jesse wisely said and I felt a lot better about it.

"Pa, can I?" I asked him.

"I don't see why not. Stretch your legs around these parts a little, do you some good!" Pa said gently patting my shoulder. I looked at Jesse again,

"You sure?"

Jesse grinned, "Absolutely. Pa is right. This is your country too you know and these guys are your friends," Jesse nodded. I really felt good about it now.

"We'll make sure he gets home safe and sound Mr. McKensie, " Joe assured Pa. I have to tell you, Joe was one good looking cowboy. Ben too, but there was just something about Joe Adams that made my tummy clench just a little.

Tommy and I rode with Joe and Ben and the rest of the team arrived shortly thereafter. Mr. and Mrs. Adams put on a really nice spread for us all inside the barn. Not having Jesse or any of the McKensies with me was a little unnerving at first, but that feeling quickly went away. We chowed down and then Joe and Ben stood,

"Well, it's wrestling season again and we have newcomers. Tommy and Randy stand please," so we did. I looked at Tommy and he looked at me. I sensed trouble.

"It's a wrestling team tradition to welcome our newest members with a little initiation, so let's get to it."

"I knew it! I just knew it!" Tommy shook his head and I felt real nervous.

I had not noticed a hay bale off to the side that had a light tarp over it. Ben uncovered it to reveal a big white towel on a bale of hay with things on it. I just rolled my eyes at what I saw, Tommy too. There were hair clippers, shaving razors, soap and water.

"Shall we make a run for it Wolcott?" Tommy asked, but wasn't very serious.

"I can't out run any of these boys, better just do it," I sighed. It seemed all for fun anyway.

"Strip off shirts you two!" Ben ordered and we did.

I stood next to Tommy, both of us half naked, hair falling off of the both of our bodies one after the other from our heads and our arm pits. Well, so far so good. If they stopped there, I could be happy enough, it would all grow back.

"Now the fun part. Strip off naked boys, time to shave your pubes, I get to shave you King," Ben grinned.

"Oh, come on Ben, Joe?" Tommy tried to protest on his and my behalf. I knew I should not have been so optimistic.

"Don't make strip you off King or I'll put you over my knee besides" Ben threatened. I wish he had not said those words. I started to bone up and once I start, there's no stopping it.

Some of the other boys gathered around Ben and Tommy. Joe came to my side,

"Get to it Wolcott," he smiled as other boys were looking at me over Joe's shoulder.

By now my dick was fully hard in my Wranglers. I looked down and then up a little at Joe as some of the others whispered and pointed. He looked down at my bulge and leaned over,

"Don't you worry about that Randy, nobody is going to make fun. Happens to a lot of guys."

I had to trust him, so I just did it, I stripped off, my hard-on fully visible to all. I lay down just like Joe told me and he loomed over me holding the shaving cream. I did not take my eye off of Joe's hands, not for one second.

Even if I had not popped a boner at first, I would have now as Joe's strong fingers touched my cock and my balls. As he made a slow and careful clean sweep of things it was all I could do to keep my balls from boiling over. I sure wanted to; but I kept from it and it turned out that besides some laughing, pointing and good-natured ribbing for both Tommy and I, nobody seemed to care about my cock.

When they finished us off, we had to stand and turn and everyone clapped and cheered.

"Well, that about does it … well, almost. Tommy, you can get dressed. Randy, you can't yet."

"What?" I asked looking at Tommy who was double timing getting his clothes back on.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Coach's paddle appeared in Joe's fist. My eyes got big and my heart started to pound away.

"Fluffy says hello," Joe said deadpan.

That caught everyone but me and apparently Joe off guard including Ben, "Who the hell is Fluffy?" and everyone kept asking that same thing for a few moments.

"Never mind. Randy knows, don't you Randy?" Joe smiled rocking back and forth a bit holding the paddle in his fist.

"Yea, I do," I sighed. Jesse had got me good. He was here even when he wasn't here.

"Seems that Fluffy would like to see Wolcott here take a few paddle swats on his bare backside in front of us all. Anyone object, raise your hand."

Everyone cracked up when mine was the only raised hand. I was well and truly busted.

"OK, how many did FLUFFY want me to take?" I asked a little sarcastically.

"Oh five or ten," Joe said with a straight face.

"FIVE OR TEN?" I yelled and everyone laughed again.

"No, just three, bend over and grab your ankles Wolcott. This won't take long."

I did as I was told. My dick had gotten soft, but now it was hard again. Joe wound up and nailed me hard with that paddle. Everyone cheered and counted it out. Joe got me again two more times each one accompanied by cheers and the count. Damn it hurt and I went to holding my sore bottom with my hands and rubbed like a fury at the end to great applause.

The show was over. I was bald as a newborn pretty much all over and my butt still pretty tingly, but as I dressed every last boy on the team came up to Tommy and me and rubbed their hands over our bald heads and shook our hands. It actually made me feel really good inside. I had boned up and nobody had cared and despite Fluffy's little addition to my ordeal, I had survived to tell the tale.

The party thinned out after awhile leaving only me, Tommy, Joe and Ben. Just then Ben's father drove into the yard to pick up Ben and Tommy atnd they drove off leaving me alone with Joe Adams.

"Guess I better be getting back home," I said sheepishly avoiding looking directly at Joe, especially that I already thought he was fucking sexy and he had been the one to paddle my bare bottom in front of the other boys.

"Why in such a hurry? You could stay around longer, can't you?" Joe said with a half-cocked grin.

My tummy started to clench, "Um … well, I don't know Joe, Um … "

"Cat got your tongue, Randy? Something back home you have to get back to or someone?" he said and that worried me a little.

"Well no, it's just I'm expected back home and all and … " suddenly a rope loop came out of nowhere pinning my arms to my sides. Before I could say a thing the rope cinched up tight and started to drag me backwards and pulled me to the ground, me still fully clothed including my boots! I looked up, looming over me was … Fluffy.

"Help me tie this boy up, Joe!" Jesse grinned down at me and before I could catch my breath, those two boys wrapped me up like a Nebraskan mummy in rope from ankles to shoulders.

"Surprised?" Jesse grinned down at me.

"Jesse! What the hell is goin' on? When did you get here?" I asked relief quickly turning to suspicion.

"Never mind that Wolcott. Fluffy here is not done with you," Joe grinned. I groaned, "God damn Fluffy," and the next thing I knew, Joe himself picked me up and slung me over his shoulder and started to walk towards the barn, Jesse tickling me here and there.

"You think all you were going to get was three measly paddle swats?" Jesse taunted.

"Stop it! Come on Jesse," I giggled and wiggled, but Joe held me steady.

Joe lay me down lengthwise on top of two hay bales end to end, he was on one side of the bales, Joe on the other both grinning down on me.

"Well, what should we do with him Fluffy?" Joe asked Jesse.

"You should let me go before I kick both your asses!" I said with as much indignity I could muster.

"I'll take care of that," Jesse said, pulled off one boot and sock and then stuffed the sock in my mouth! I yelled my displeasure through the sock to no avail.

"Now where were we, oh yes," Jesse said and then unzipped my fly. My eyes got big as he reached in and started to grope my stuff, good GOD! And right in front of Joe Adams!

"That's it. Give him hell Jesse," Joe grinned and then Jesse pulled out my penis, all hardened up by now.

Joe pointed and laughed, "He got pretty boned up while we shaved him."

"That's because he's my bad boy, aren't you Wolcott?" and then Jesse leaned over and kissed me right in front of Joe! I was confused. He tried to get his tongue in and I wouldn't let him, not in front of Joe!

"He sure looks pissed off, doesn't he?" Joe grinned as Jesse backed off. I was looking from Jesse and Joe and back again. Jesse's hand started to jack on my cock,

"Sure does, only he better calm down or he'll get a spanking. Hey, why don't you spank him Joe and I'll watch."

I yelled "no" through my sock-gag but what could I do? They picked me up to standing, Joe sat on the hale bale and over his knees I went, my hard-on falling conveniently between Joe's knees. I say convenient because Jesse was right there at my side, his hand torturing my hard dick. Joe's hand started to spank me over my Wrangler's. The trouble with that was that it didn't hurt all that much and just got me turned on more than ever! I yelled "No" again through my sock-gag but was losing the battle and started to hump my cock through Jesse's hand tunnel.

"That's it, that's right boy, you know you gotta cum, just do it," Joe said to me. Now I really was confused. Why was Joe being so cooperative? But just then, it didn't matter. Jesse got me right to the edge and then … everything stopped a moment.

"Turn him over Joe," Jesse said and Joe's strong arms flipped me over, me still on his lap mind you and as soon as he did, Jesse went down on me and started to suck on my dick, me still there on Joe's lap!!

Joe pulled the sock out of my mouth just in time for me to yell, "OHHHGODDD! JESSE!" and then I busted my nut, real hard and just jerked and bucked still tied up over Joe's lap as Jesse sucked up and swallowed all of my juices, my as helpless as a newborn kitten.

But it wasn't quite done yet. Joe lowered me to the barn floor on my back. Jesse straddled himself over me, unzipped his Wranglers and pulled out his hard cock. My eyes got super big, but I spent more time trying to find Joe, but couldn't. Never mind Joe, suddenly my mouth was full of Jesse, his cock that is, me still hobbled head to toe in calving rope.

* * * * * * * * * *

Joe didn't drop Jesse and I back home until well after midnight and we went straight up to the bedroom and stripped off naked and got into bed. Jesse cuddled me real close into himself, wrapping his arms around me. I felt wonderful in so many new ways in his arms.

"Did you already know about Joe's uncle?"

"Yea, he told me last year," Jesse said,

"Really? Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

"He asked me never to tell anyone else unless he gave me permission," and that made me smile that Jesse would keep his word with Joe and not tell even me.

I couldn't help just then to feel my eyes tear up again remembering Joe huddling with us in the barn after Fluffy had finished his dealings with me and him recalling what other mean men had done to his beloved Uncle Lanny when Joe was only ten years old.

I remembered Joe's face run through all sorts of emotions as he told us about the funeral and all and how he had cried over his uncle's tortured and murdered body as it lay in the casket. Joes tears had run freely as he told us and at the end Joe Adams stood and looked at Jesse and me, wiping his face said with a kind of proud defiance, "Don't you boys ever stop loving each other," and walked out of the barn.

I sighed, "I like Joe and Ben and the other boys too. I'm really glad you made me go out for the team."

Jesse hugged me, "I didn't make you do anything Wolcott. All I did was promise to kick your ass if you didn't do the right thing for yourself."

I didn't recall such a threat, but that didn't matter. I grinned ear to ear and pushed myself into Jesse so I could feel all of his naked body against mine, sighed and closed my eyes.

The End

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