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THUNDER IN THE NIGHT
by Jeff Allen
CHAPTER 4
Juanita's lunch was as delicious as always. As soon as we had finished
eating
and she had cleaned up the kitchen she announced that she and Alton
needed
to go back into town.
I walked them out to the truck, and helped her into the passenger seat.
"You take care of that boy, Paul. He told me what happened. He's all
alone,
frightened, and he trusts you. You call us if you need us."
"I will. And thanks, Tia Juanita."
She playfully slapped my hand as she closed the door and Alton started
the truck.
When they were gone, Luis and I sat on the porch and talked. I realized
during
our conversation that he had a quick mind. He'd never had the
opportunity for any formal schooling past that offered by the mission
school in his hometown, but he had a strong native intelligence. He was
also stunningly beautiful.
His smile was infectious. He had long eyelashes that framed his coal
dark eyes. I found my self quite attracted to him, and wondered what
was happening with my hormones? Here I'd hardly thought of sex at all
since the bust up
with Richard, and now I appeared to be in heat for two men at the same
time!
After a while I remembered the printouts of the various uniforms. I
took Luis into the computer room to show them to him. He was in awe of
all of the
equipment in the room.
I picked up the printouts of various uniforms that I'd found before.
"Luis, I want you to look at these pictures and tell me if one of these
shows the type of uniform you saw the other night."
"I don't need to look at them, Señor Paul. I saw the
uniform again today on the big man who was here when Juanita and I came
back."
"Deputy Campbell was the man!"
"No, no, Señor! The man today was not the same. The
uniform was the same, but it was not the same man. The man I saw was
not as muscular as the Deputy Campbell. I think also he was older. I
would have been very afraid if it had been the same man, but I think I
like this Deputy Campbell.
He has kind eyes, and he made a joke about Juanita's driving."
I thought, 'I never thought of Deputy Campbell's eyes as kind. They're
just sexy as all Hell.'
Luis was fascinated by the computers, and so we spent the rest of the
day in a computer tutorial. For someone who had never worked with a
computer before,
he appeared to be a natural. He caught on quickly. After a couple of
hours,
he was fully involved in searching the Web. I don't think he even
realized
when I left the room.
I wandered into the kitchen and out to the courtyard. My mind was
reeling.
What was I going to do with Luis? Was it safe for the two of us to stay
here?
I decided that I could work on those questions while swimming some laps
so
I went into the bedroom, stripped naked, grabbed a towel, and headed
back
into the courtyard and the pool.
Even though I was thinking about Luis, I didn't think of the fact that
I
was swimming without a suit. It wouldn't have made a difference anyway
since
I was used to swimming naked in the pool. In fact, I didn't even have a
swim
suit at the rancho.
One thing I've always appreciated about swimming is that you fall into
a natural rhythm and don't need to think about what your body is doing.
The motions were automatic. Stroke, stroke, stroke, breathe, stroke,
stroke, stroke,
breathe. Kick turn at the end. Stroke, stroke, stroke, breathe...
I don't know how long I swam. Enough to be pretty tired, but not enough
to
have answered the questions running through my mind. Finally it dawned
on
me that Luis was sitting at the end of the pool watching me swim. I
stopped lapping and shook the water out of my hair and eyes.
"Have you been there long?"
"Only a few minutes, Señor Paul. I have never seen any
one swim like that. You look like the dolphin."
"Not a very graceful dolphin, but thank you. Why don't you get in the
pool with me? It feels good on a hot day like today."
"I...I never learn how to swim."
"Would you like to learn?"
"Sí, Señor Paul. I am a little afraid of the
water, but if you are teaching me, it will be okay." He smiled slightly
and cast his eyes downward. I thought I saw a blush creep up his
cheeks.
"All right. I'll teach you. But first you have to come into the pool."
He paused.
"It's okay, Luis. No one will see you. It's only you and me here."
He thought for a moment. I saw the decision flash across his face, and
he began disrobing. I tried not to look, but I stole glances as his
body was revealed with each piece of discarded clothing. He stripped
down to his boxers
and hesitated slightly before hooking his thumbs in the elastic band
and
pushing them down his thighs and stepping out of them. He stood naked
and
fully revealed in front of me. His nipples were dark brown and
contrasted
with the golden hue of the rest of his skin. His cock was a beautiful
sight.
It was nestled in the thick, black patch of pubic hair I'd glimpsed the
other
day when he'd taken his shower. His prick wasn't large, perhaps about
four
inches. The foreskin was slightly pulled back exposing the very tip of
his
penis. It had completely covered the head of his penis the other day.
His
hairless balls hung below his cock. Like the rest of him, they were not
large,
but they suited Luis perfectly. I felt my dick stir in the water at the
sight
of him.
He walked to the edge of the pool, sat down, and slowly lowered his
body into the waist-deep water. He involuntarily sucked in his stomach
muscles and kept his arms above the level of the water. It was clear
that he was not
comfortable in this new medium.
I went over to him and had him hold on to the edge of the pool and
practice
kicking. From there we moved to ducking his head completely under water
and
holding his breath. Finally it was time to practice floating. I had him
do
the deadman float. He was a quick learner but still not comfortable in
the
water.
I had him stretch out in the water on his back while I supported his
body with my hand in the middle of his back. That was a mistake because
it brought his cock and balls up to the surface where I had to look at
them. His penis had shrunk a little in the cool water so that none of
the head was visible past the foreskin. As he tried to keep his head
above water, his penis floated first from one side of his balls to the
other. His thick pubic bush looked even thicker as the hair floated in
the water. I had managed to avoid thinking much of his nakedness while
we had been going over the earlier swimming moves, but now I felt
myself growing hard in response to what was before my eyes.
Suddenly his head went under the water and he reflexively grabbed my
arm and pulled himself toward me. The result of that move was that Luis
and I
were standing in the water locked in a tight embrace. I could feel my
semi-hard
dick pressed up against his belly. He had to know that I was aroused!
He looked at me, smiled, and gave a nervous laugh. "Pardón,
Señor Paul. I used you as a life preserver, no?"
"Yes. It's okay."
"I think we should stop the lesson for today. I am tired, and I have
water in the nose."
"Okay, Luis. You did very well."
"Gracias. I would like to do this again, if it is possible."
"Yes. We'll have another lesson tomorrow."
"Bueno!" He let go of our embrace and moved toward the side of
the
pool.
He pulled himself up onto the edge of the pool and sat down covering
his crotch with his hands to hide a semi erection.
To ease his embarrassment and my own, I turned my back to him and
called over my shoulder. "Luis, there are towels in my bathroom. Would
you get one
for both of us while I swim another couple of laps?"
When I finished the laps (and my hard-on had gone down) I pulled myself
out of the water. Luis was standing there with a towel wrapped around
his waist and another one for me in his hand.
I thanked him as I dried off with the towel. He sat in one of the
chairs beside the pool and watched me dry off. Wrapping the towel
around my waist I sat in the chair next to him.
"You are being most kind to me, Señor Paul. I want to
do something to show how happy I am. Tia Juanita brought much
food here,
and I would like to make dinner for you. Okay?"
"That would be great. I didn't realize how late it was getting. We must
have
been in the pool for at least an hour. I'm starting to get hungry."
He started to get up from the chair.
"But, Luis, if you make the dinner, then you have to sit at the table
with me and help me eat it."
He smiled broadly. "Sí, Señor Paul. I will eat
with you until we are full like the pigs, no." He jumped up from the
chair, grabbed his clothes, and hurried off into the kitchen.
I leaned back in the chair and sighed. I could get used to having him
around.
Suddenly Luis appeared from the kitchen (fully dressed now) and handed
me an open can of beer before hurrying back into the kitchen to start
the meal.
I headed into my bedroom to get dressed.
*******
The meal was great. He did something really wonderful with chicken. It
was
served with rice, corn, warm flour tortillas, and salad. We laughed and
talked
through the meal, and then, despite his protestations, I helped clean
the
kitchen. Afterwards, we each took another beer out to the porch and
watched
the sunset and talked for another couple of hours before going to our
separate
bedrooms.
I drifted off to sleep that night thinking of the feel of Luis' body
pressed against mine in the swimming pool.
********
I awoke the next morning to the smell of coffee brewing. I swung my
legs over the side of the bed and stumbled into the bathroom to relieve
my bladder.
Once that task was accomplished, adjusted the water in the shower and
then stepped into the comforting stream. I had just finished rinsing
the shampoo out of my hair when I heard the clink of something being
placed on the bathroom counter.
"Señor Paul, the coffee is by the sink."
"Gracias, Luis."
"De nada, Señor. Breakfast will be ready when you are
done with your shower."
I finished the shower and shaved quickly because the smell of the
chorizo cooking made me extremely hungry. After pulling on some clothes
I joined Luis
in the kitchen. He had another huge breakfast prepared. This time he
sat
down with me to eat without being asked.
After cleaning up the kitchen from breakfast, Luis helped me with the
morning
chores. I noticed that the feed supply for the horses was running low
and decided that I'd need to go into town for some more. Luis was
reluctant to
go into the town, and I guess I couldn't blame him. He was concerned he
would
run into the coyotes or the sheriff's deputy who had been involved in
the
killings and so he asked to stay at the rancho.
I got him settled in front of one of the computers, grabbed my wallet
and keys and headed out the door. The morning hadn't heated up much so
I drove
into Santa Teresa with the windows down still thinking of the mess that
I'd
walked into.
I pulled up in front of the Rancher's Supply and Feed store as they
were opening the doors at 8:30. Just as I was getting out of the Tahoe,
a dusty, older model Ford F150 4x4 pickup pulled in alongside my car.
I didn't pay much attention to the truck until I heard a voice say,
"Good
morning, Mr. Nichols."
I turned around and saw Deputy Campbell getting out of the truck.
Instead of the sheriff's uniform, he was dressed in old jeans, plaid
shirt, baseball cap, and work boots. He looked as sexy in those clothes
as he had in the uniform.
I was again struck by how much he looked like Ken Ryker, and my mouth
refused
to work.
He came around the side of the truck toward me and stuck out his hand.
"I'm
Mac Campbell...Deputy Campbell from the other day. A lot of folks don't
recognize me without the uniform."
I took his hand. The grasp was firm and warm and lasted just a bit too
long.
My ability to speak returned after a big swallow. "Sorry, you surprised
me.
I just came into town to get some more food for the horses."
"Yeah, I'm here for the same thing. It's rough to have to spend your
day off doing chores and errands."
He told me that he had an eight-year-old gelding.
"He's really just a big pet now. I don't get a chance to ride him very
much and no place to ride when I do have the time."
We joked back and forth about the amount of food that horses could
process.
We both agreed that a lot more seemed to come out the rear end of the
horse than went in the front.
We continued our light conversation while we paid for the feed and
waited for the bags to be loaded into our vehicles. When the bags of
feed were loaded,
there was an awkward silence which he broke by sticking his hands in
his
jeans pockets, shrugging his broad shoulders and saying, "If you've got
some
time, come have a cup of coffee with me."
I quickly accepted the invitation, and was rewarded with a smile that
spread across his face. We agreed to meet at Baker's Restaurant and
Grille for the
coffee. Actually, there wasn't a lot of choice since Baker's is the
only
place open before lunch except for the local McDonald's. Baker's was
only
a couple of blocks away so in just a few minutes we were sipping coffee
and
enjoying one of Dot Baker's sticky buns.
We chatted easily. I found out that his full name was Ian McDonald
Campbell.
"My folks have this thing about the Scottish heritage." He'd grown up
in northern
California, joined the Marines right after highschool and had been an
MP
for most of his six years in the Corps. After his discharge from the
Marines,
he'd gotten the job as a Santa Teresa County deputy. He'd only been on
the
force for eight months so he claimed that he was still learning all the
back
roads even though Santa Teresa County was one of the smaller counties
in
California. He smiled a lot when he talked, and those blue eyes
twinkled.
He finally removed his baseball cap during the second cup of coffee.
His
hair was close cropped, but I had been right before. It was the same
color
as the red blond mat the curled out of the top of his shirt. I felt
myself
melting faster than the frosting on Dot's sticky buns.
When it was my turn to talk, I told him about moving out to San Diego
and
starting the businesses. I left out the parts about the disastrous love
affairs.
I thought it kind of odd at the time that neither one of us mentioned
any
girlfriends (well, boyfriends for me).
After our third refill of coffee and another sticky bun, he looked at
his watch and said that he had to get back to his errands. I looked at
my watch and discovered that it was almost 11:00. We'd been talking for
nearly two hours and it had seemed like only minutes.
He insisted on paying for both of us. "This way you'll feel guilty, and
buy
me a cup of coffee some other time."
I laughed and left the tip.
Back out in the parking lot, we paused next to our vehicles. He struck
out his hand again, and I took it.
"You said that you don't have anyplace to ride your horse. Why don't
you bring him out to my rancho on your next day off, and we can get in
some riding
together. That is, if you have a horse trailer."
"Gee, thanks. That would be great. It just so happens that I've got
tomorrow off as well as today, and I do have a trailer. Will you still
be here or are
you going back to San Diego?"
I looked at him and laughed. "Seems to me that I've been told by the
authorities
to stay around town for a couple of days."
He blushed. "Oh, yeah. I'd forgotten about that. Napier can be such an
ass
sometimes."
"It's okay he was just doing his job, and tomorrow would be just fine.
Come out mid morning or so."
"It's a date."
He moved his hand again, and I realized that we'd been holding hands
all
though that conversation. Interesting!
He turned and went around to his truck. I watched his well-formed ass
disappear
around the fender of the truck before I climbed into my Tahoe to head
back out to the rancho.
As I drove out of town I hummed and tapped the wheel of the truck to
some
imaginary tune. I didn't know where this was going. I assumed he was
straight,
but yet he had held those handshakes a little too long. All I knew was
that I was excited by the prospect of seeing him again.
Suddenly it occurred to me that Luis would be out at the rancho. Would
this
make him uncomfortable to have Mac, a police officer, there? What about
the
vibes I'd gotten from Luis in the pool the previous day?
I seemed to have a real talent for digging myself deeper and deeper
into trouble.
(to be continued)