Date: Mon, 10 Dec 2012 02:43:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Kyle Bryson <bryson.kyle@yahoo.com>
Subject: Yard Work - 14

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Jeff woke up to the smell of coffee.  He opened his eyes, immediately
recalled everything from last night and smiled.  He and Will were facing
each other and Will's face was so peaceful as he slept.  Jeff wanted to
wake him with a kiss - or more - but when he looked at the clock and
noticed that it was only 8:00, he decided to let him sleep.  They'd been
asleep for less than four hours, but Jeff always rose early, so he knew he
couldn't stay in bed.


Jeff slipped quietly out of bed, grabbed his shorts and shirt and gently
closed the door behind him.  He pissed in the hall bathroom and headed
downstairs for coffee.  Mike was standing in the kitchen sipping his
coffee, looking out the back window as the sun started making it's way
through the trees.  Jeff admired Mike's naked upper body and said,
"'Morning," hoping he wouldn't startle him.

"Hey," Mike said.  "Want some coffee?"

"Yes, sir - please."

"Cream and sugar?"

"No.  Black.  Thanks."  Jeff took his first sip and smiled.

Mike grabbed his shirt from the chair, put it on and sat at the kitchen
table.  Jeff took a chair opposite him, both men sipping their coffee
thinking about the silence and what to say.

"Can I talk to you?" Jeff asked.  He stared at his coffee cup... steam
rising, creating swirls over the rim.

"Of course.  You can talk to me about anything you want."  Mike smiled, but
thought, 'uh-oh... here it comes.'

"You said this is a safe place - and I really feel like it is - so
that's... this...  [he stammered] this is new to me," Jeff started.  "This
whole thing with Will and... I'm nervous, I guess, and just not sure what
to do next.  "

"What do you mean?" Mike asked.

Jeff looked up.  "My dad's a Major General in the Army, Mike.  I want to be
an Army Ranger and move up in the ranks too... be an officer.  I know
there's no more 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell' but I don't think my dad will
understand if I tell him I'm gay," Jeff answered.  His delivery was
straightforward and factual, betraying no emotion in his words.  It was
obvious he had trained himself to hide his feelings.  And he had gone right
to the heart of the problem.

"Are you gay?" I asked him.  I mean, if we're putting a label on it...

"Yeah, I am... and I've known for a while, but I haven't told anyone else.
You're the first person, actually."  He smiled.  "But after last night I'm
sure Will suspects."

We both laughed at that.

"So you guys had a good time last night?" Mike asked.

He smiled and nodded, taking a long sip of his coffee.  I pegged it... ROTC
and trained not to give away too much information.  He wasn't going to
share any details about last night... and I didn't want him to.

"Was there more you wanted to talk about?" I asked.  I got up and headed
back into the kitchen.  "You hungry?  I'm gonna' cook."

"Yessir.  Food would be good, sir," he said.  Maybe the distance and me
being occupied would make him feel more comfortable talking.

"You like your eggs scrambled or fried?" I asked him grabbing things from
the fridge.

"However you cook them is fine with me, sir."

I figured I'd scramble a dozen with cheese, that way Will could eat when he
woke.  Three hungry young guys like us can easily put away a dozen eggs.
Water for instant grits.  Hash cooking on the stove.  I whipped the eggs
around, threw some shredded cheese in, poured it into my frying pan, then
looked at Jeff.

He was watching me intently.  "Do you mind if I ask... are you gay?" he
asked me.

"I think I'm mostly gay," I said, "but I've moved past worrying about what
I call myself.  I mean, I understand the label - I do - and I understand
that you need to identify yourself that way if you're not ever interested
in being with a woman."  His face was flat... I'd talked too much.  "I'm
sorry... short answer, 'yes, I am,'" I said.  He smiled.

"Is it tough?" he asked.

He was struggling with this.  I've been there.  I remember what it was like
to tell my parents and my close friends... and I remember what it was like
when I stopped talking about it... and I remember what it was like when I
pulled into my shell in college to get away from men - before Alex pulled
me back to reality.  I looked at the clock... it was 8:20.

"I think LIFE is tough, Jeff," I answered him.  "But you've got to be happy
and you've got to be happy with who you are.  If you try to live for
everyone else it will make life a lot tougher.  And where's the fun in
that?  Life is short, y'know?"

He nodded.  For such a powerhouse-body-guy with a tough look, this young
man had a soft heart and I was glad Will found someone like Jeff.

I fixed us each a plate of food - him more than me - and sat across from
him.  He immediately started eating... just like a soldier - quick and
efficient - probably the way he'd been trained at home, but between bites
he talked.

"I've never felt like this about anyone," he said, "but it feels weird that
it's a guy.  I mean, I can't go brag to my buddies that I just had the most
awesome fuck and night of my life."  He caught himself after saying that
and blushed.  "Well, I just bragged to someone, so there ya go."

"Listen," I said, "you guys will figure this out.  You've got all summer,
but remember to take time to get to know each other.  Fucking is fun, I'll
give you that, but that ain't all it's about.  Spend some time together.
Go fishing or hiking or whatever you guys like to do."

He pushed his empty plate away and I quickly ate what was left on my plate.

"Thank you, sir," he said.  "I can see why Will says you're such a good
friend."

"Any time, Jeff, any time.  Now I've got to get a shower because I'm
picking someone up from the airport at 11.  But stay as long as you like.
Go swimming.  Whatever you guys want to do, ok?"

"Thank you, sir."

And I headed for the shower.  I finished my shower and had just lathered my
face to shave when I heard a knock and my bedroom door open.

"Mike, you in here?" Will asked.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and peeked out of the bathroom door.
"Yeah, what's up?"

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"As long as I can shave while you talk," I answered.

"Yeah - that's fine."  I started shaving and he started talking.  He
lowered his voice.  "I don't want you to feel bad about what happened
between us, but I can tell you do... I can feel it," he said.  I cut my
eyes to look at him in the mirror and kept shaving.  "But, look... you
didn't take advantage of me or anything like that.  I wanted it more than
you did.  You're like a big brother to me and I don't want that to change.
What happened wasn't weird... it was just two guys being horny - and I'm
lucky you were the first guy I was with, but I really just want to stay
good friends, ok?"

Damn he was mature about things.  "Ok," I said.

Will continued... "I'm not going to tell Jeff or Alex about it.  You do
whatever you want about Alex, but as far as I'm concerned it's between you
and me and that's where it's staying."

I finished shaving, rinsed my face and looked at him, dripping water onto
my chest, suddenly self-conscious standing there in a towel.  "Thank you,
Will," I said.  "I want us to stay friends, too... and it sounds like
things are moving along with you and Jeff."  I smiled at him and he beamed
at me.  I wanted to hug him, but - he was right - I was a little
uncomfortable.

"Ohmygod, can I tell you about it?" he asked.

"I really need to get ready to go pick Alex up from the airport," I said.
"Can you tell me later?"

"Yeah... but I can't wait to tell you," he said as he left my bedroom.
Will was about to jump out of his skin he was so excited.

I dressed quickly, grabbed my keys and wallet and opened my bedroom door.
Will was heading upstairs "thanks for breakfast, Mike" and told me that
Jeff had gone home to shower, change and get some stuff to come back over.
"He said you told him it was ok."

As I pulled my truck onto the road I replayed the last few days.  Will was
right... I had been feeling guilty about what happened with him, but I
would have talked with him about it if he hadn't approached me first.  I
didn't know if Alex would understand, so I decided I wouldn't tell
him... at least, not right away.  I mean, there's no agreement between us
or anything, right?  So, why should I feel bad about it?  But I did feel
bad about it.  And I thought, 'how would I feel if Alex had some fuck while
he was back home seeing his Mom?'  Then it hit me... I wouldn't care what
he did.  I have no hold over him and he sure as hell doesn't have one on
me.

I clicked the radio on and it soothed my nerves a little, though I was
really excited to see Alex.  Jeff's words started replaying in my mind and
I agreed with him... I hadn't felt like this before either.  That
realization kinda' scared me a little because Alex had a hold on me and he
seemed to know it.  From the minute I smelled the fresh cut grass mixing
with his body musk I was hooked.  What is it scientists say about smells?
They're like emotional triggers?  That must be it with Alex, but I couldn't
recall what emotional memory my mind was working on or tying to that smell.
It doesn't matter anyway.  In an hour his hot little ass would be sitting
in my truck!  I'd probably have to fight my hard-on as soon as I saw him.

====

I checked the text from Alex to make sure I was parking in the right area
for his flight, then headed for the terminal where his plane would land.
The Departures/Arrivals Board said his plane was on time, but I was 30
minutes early.  I grabbed a bottle of water and wandered around the gift
shop.  'Should I get him something?' I asked myself.  Oh I could just hear
his smart mouth - 'An airport present? That's what you got me?'  But he
would love whatever I got him... I knew it.  So, I kept looking around,
going through all the little cheap trinkets, picking up magazines, turning
the postcard rack... and then, I saw it.  Now, maybe this is just stupid,
but as soon as I saw it I knew I wanted to buy it for him.  There, by the
register, was a small display of hemp rope bracelets.  They weren't flashy,
but there was one with some green and blue and brown colored ropes running
through it and I thought it would amazing against his bronze skin.

I paid for it immediately, told the woman I didn't need a bag and stashed
it in my pocket and left the shop.  I was heading back to the terminal when
another thought hit me.  I turned around, almost knocking over an older
couple - "s'cuse me ma'am, sir" - then, went back into the shop.  "Let me
get one more of those," I said.  I paid quickly.  No bag.  And now I had
two of the exact same bracelets.  One for Alex and one for me.  I felt like
a little school girl, but I didn't care.  He would love it.

I sat down as the gate attendant announced that flight 229 would be
arriving shortly.  I looked around - not many people waiting here, but I
saw a couple of guys and women who might be waiting for a spouse or
significant other.  My palms were sweaty and my breathing was shallow.  I
couldn't sit still.  I went to the bathroom to pee, hoping that it would
make the flight land faster, and when I got back to the gate the flight was
heading for the gangway.  I smiled... 'peeing worked!'  I laughed out loud
when I thought that, but no one looked at me.

The first passengers to exit were, of course, first-class passengers and I
expected Alex would have flown coach, but there he was... three people
deep, behind 'Miss Too-Much-Makeup' and 'Mr. My-Briefcase-Is-Bigger.'  At
5'10" he could easily see over the people in front of him and he flashed me
that ultra-white smile.  My heart was beating fast and I was smiling too.
I noticed the guy next to me look at me, then look to see who I was looking
at, but I wasn't paying any attention to him because Alex was smiling at
me!

He walked up, put his carry-on down and hugged me - hard.  I hugged him
back and didn't really want to let go, but he pushed back and went right in
for a kiss.  My eyes flew open because I was surprised, but I didn't pull
back.  The guy next to me said "ugh" like he was disgusted, but he was half
the man I was and I could have kicked his ass if I wanted, so I didn't even
pay any attention to him.  So, there we were, two hot young guys having a
long wet kiss in the terminal.

"I missed you," he said, letting me go.

"Me too," I said.  "Let's go home."

He grabbed my hand, I grabbed his carry-on and we walked through the
airport holding hands.  It felt liberating, somehow, because I'd finally
found someone who wasn't scared of what people would think.  I know... I
gave that advice to Jeff just this morning, but I don't think I'd ever
taken it to heart, mostly because I hadn't been with anyone in a long time.
Now, here was someone I thought I could really like and it felt good... it
felt nice... and I knew I was infatuated.

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I put his suitcase in the back of the extended cab and he climbed into the
passenger seat.  When I got in he leaned over and kissed me again, his
tongue thrusting it's way into my mouth, his breath fresh and minty.  'I
wish I gum in my mouth,' I thought.

He pulled back and ran his hand along my chest and down to my cock.  "Oh, I
want this so bad," he said.  I smiled.  I was getting hard quickly.

"I got you a present," I said reaching into my pocket.  I was careful to
only pull one bracelet and I kept it balled in my fist.

"You got me an airport present, didn't you?" he asked mockingly.

"Oh, I will fuck you silly later," I said, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Yes you will," he smiled.

I held my balled-up hand out to him and let him pry my fingers open.  He
took it from my hand and held it up.  "I like it," he said starting to put
it on.

"Wait, there's more."  I reached back into my pocket and got the other one,
presenting my hand to him the same way... fingers balled tightly together.
He tried to pry my fingers open, but I let him struggle for it this time,
keeping my grip tight for a few seconds, but finally giving in.

When the recognition went from his eyes to his brain and back again, he
just sat there.  He didn't take it from my hand, but looked into my eyes.

"Really?" he asked and looked back at my hand.  He didn't take the
bracelet, but lunged for me - climbing into my lap, trying to straddle me,
his arms around my neck and shoulders, his ass hitting the horn and scaring
the shit out of both of us.  I looked around, but there was no one else in
the parking garage, and we both started laughing.  He stayed in that
position, took my right wrist and put the bracelet on me, then handed his
back so I could do the same.

"Look, we're twins," I said.

"I like it," he said again... but he said it differently this time because
it had a different meaning this time.

Alex got back into the passenger seat, we buckled up and headed for home.
"Want to have dinner at my place tonight?" he asked.

"Will is staying with me, remember?"

"Oh yeah... well, we can cook him dinner then." He was looking at me -
probably trying to distract me while I drove - but being careful with his
hands... for now.

"Well, there will be four of us," I added.  "Will's got a boyfriend."  I
shot him a sideways glance and smirked.

"Really?"

"Yeah - a really nice guy named 'Jeff.'"

"He bagged Jeff?" Alex asked, surprise in his voice.  "You've met him,
right?"

"Uh-huh," I answered.

"Damn, he's a hot one."  Alex fanned himself like he was hot.  "He was in
the same dual course Will was taking.  That's how I met them both."

"He's a nice guy," I said.  "Anyway, I'm sure Jeff will be at the house
again tonight.  He spent the night with Will last night and I'm sure they
got it on.  Will wanted him really bad."

"Awesome.  Can't wait to see him again."

"So, I've been meaning to ask you something," I said.  "I can't figure out
your... ummm... 'nationality' is the word, I guess.  I was thinking Italian
or something, but..." he interrupted me.

"I'm half Native American," Alex said. "My father is full-blooded Sauk and
my mom is white.  I got a lot of the Native American skin coloring, but the
Sauk have features very similar to Caucasoid features.  Almost no one
guesses I'm part Sauk Indian."  He was obviously proud of that heritage.

"Well, let me tell you... you are the most fuckin' gorgeous man I've ever
met," I gushed at him.  He looked taken with me saying that.  "Seriously.
Have you seen yourself naked?  And your skin... and that hair.  I mean,
mygod!"

He reached over and put his hand on my half-hard cock.  "I so want to blow
you right now," he said.

I put my hand over his.  I wanted it, but I wanted to taste him, too.
"Let's wait til later, ok?  I want you and the anticipation is going to
make it rock later."

"Ok," he smiled.

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We got steaks, potatoes, salad, bread and some broccoli, just in case Jeff
needed some extra roughage.  Honestly, I don't know what these teenagers
eat, but - fuckmedown - how do they build 'em so hot these days?

We pulled up to my house, but Jeff's truck wasn't there and it made me a
little worried.  Alex grabbed some of the groceries and headed inside to
see Will while I grabbed his suitcase and the rest of the groceries.  When
I got inside they were talking and laughing and Alex was whispering
something.  It was almost like they were girls on the playground, but -
thankfully - neither of them looked or acted like a little girl.  They were
just excited to see each other.

"Where's Jeff?" I asked.  I tried not to sound like a parent, but I know it
came out that way.

"He should be here any minute... got stuck at home dealing with something,
but wants to talk when he gets here," Will answered.  His face had a tiny
hint of fear in it, but he's a smart kid.  He probably already reasoned
that it wouldn't be something bad if he was on his way back over here.  It
was obvious that he didn't want to talk about it.

"So... about last night?" I figured I should prod him along now.

"Ohmygod, Mike.  We had so much fun.  We sucked and fucked - well, he
fucked me - and we ate each others'... should I be saying all this like
this?"

Alex stood at the counter and bust out laughing... I started laughing, then
Will started laughing.

"What's so funny?" he finally asked.

"You," Alex said. "I think you gave us the full picture right there,
y'know?"  Alex kept laughing while getting the steaks ready to marinate.

Will flopped into a bar stool.  "I'm in love... I'll just say it - I might
not know the difference between love and lust, but I like it!"  We both
laughed at him again.

I heard a car door shut out front and figured Jeff was back.  Will jumped
up and headed for the door.  It was 2:45 and I was already hungry.  We
should have had lunch, but I wasn't really hungry for lunch.

"I don't think I'll be able to wait too long for food," I said.

"Me either," Alex agreed as we both looked toward the front door.

"What's wrong?" Will was asking Jeff as they came in.

Jeff sat down hard on the couch in the living room and Will sat next to him
looking at his face.  It was obvious Jeff had been crying.


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