Date: Wed, 3 Mar 2010 09:33:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Jeff N <jwnuwm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cutters Wounds 6

Cutter's Wounds
By: Jeff N
(Copyright 2009-2010 by the author)
Editor: Madison Cole

The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the
author's consent. Comments are appreciated at...


Chapter 6
Budding Friendship

I woke up the next morning on my own side of the bed. I looked over at the
alarm clock which said 9:00. I rolled back to the other side of the bed and
saw that it was empty--Cutter was gone. Any other sensations I had at the
moment were secondary to the awful taste in my mouth. My mouth tasted like
one big ashtray from the cigarettes and all the booze from the night
before.  I hated feeling like I was in a fog, but that's what hungover
teenagers are supposed to feel like, I guess. I slowly made my way into a
sitting position on the edge of the bed. As I got to my feet, I made my way
to the bathroom feeling a little slower as I went along. I guess it wasn't
too bad considering the amount I'd had to drink the night before. When I
was in the hallway, a second sensation suddenly it hit me ... the smell of
freshly brewed coffee. Cutter must have gotten up early and made coffee. A
small smile came to my face, knowing that was just what I needed to get my
day started and chase the cobwebs out of my head. Once in the bathroom I
stepped up to the toilet with my hard cock hanging down, and I began to
empty my bladder of the previous night's remaining whiskey. I brushed what
felt like a mouth full of hair off of my teeth and tongue. I grabbed a wash
cloth and cleaned my face with cold water. I felt a little bit better but
really needed that coffee. As I returned to the bedroom, I threw on my
jeans and headed out to the main room and kitchen. I found Cutter sitting
at the two-person kitchen table holding a mug of coffee and staring off
aimlessly into space.

He didn't even know I was there at first; he must have been so tied up with
his own thoughts, as I guess I was, too. I went over to the counter,
grabbed a cup, and poured myself one. Cutter still sat at the table,
oblivious to the fact I had joined him in the room. He stared with a calm,
yet somehow troubled, look on his face. I leaned up against the counter and
let myself get lost just looking at him. God, he is perfect, I thought to
myself. Cutter was wearing only his jeans, his well-worn Wranglers, which
fit him like a glove. They accentuated every part of his lower body
... from his round, firm, tight ass, to his well-muscled strong legs, to
that interesting not-so-little bulge in the front. It was like his jeans
were a second skin on him. His body was so perfect, and Cutter Lane was
definitely growing on me. I leaned forward, walked over to the table,
pulled out the other chair, and sat down directly across from Cutter.

"Mornin'," I said.

He jolted suddenly from his daydream. "Morning," he replied.

The silence continued. Both of us were caught up in our own daydreams or
maybe even fantasies. I wasn't sure what he was thinking, but my thoughts
were consumed with everything that this new boy and I had experienced,
including the things we'd done in bed the night before. He touched me and I
touched him. The only problem was that neither of us knew that the other
knew. How serious was he about it, or was it just a curious, one-time
thing? I couldn't take the chance and say anything about it. I wanted to,
but I knew at the same time I couldn't. I finally broke the silence after a
few minutes. "Ahhh ... hey, Cutter ... Ah, last night was really cool. I
mean the stuff we did."

Unsure of himself and sounding hesitant, Cutter replied, "Ah, yeah
... yeah, I ... I guess it was."

"Listen, Cutter, I told you about Randy. I really miss him. He was such a
big part of my life for so long. I ... I guess I am not like you. I don't
show my emotions, hurt, or anger on my sleeve. I can tell every time you're
upset or something is up with you. I mean, after all, look at the way you
blew into town. I kept things inside of me bottled up and I guess I let it
fester. Hell if I know which is the better way to handle it? I just needed
to get it out. You're the first person I feel like I connected with and
could talk to about it. When Randy told me he was leaving, it ripped a hole
in my heart and my soul. We had been best friends forever. We did
everything together," I trailed off as a tear left out of my eye and
trickled down my cheek.

Cutter took in a deep breath, still thinking things through in his
mind. "Yeah, I know what you are talking about. It was like that with Blaze
and me, too ... Shit, I think we changed each other diapers," he said with
a laugh. "I feel it too. There is something about you that totally pisses
me off and makes me want to hate you, but that's the best thing I could
feel ... that's how it was with me and Blaze."

"Randy and I did everything together.  We played football and baseball, we
drank and smoked together, we got in trouble together. I think I knew him
as well as I know myself. We had no secrets. None at all. Since he left I
have felt so alone," I said sadly.

"What about your other friends?" Cutter asked.

I shook my head no. "It's not the same. It's strange ... I met you, what?
Forty hours ago and what we have done in that time reminds me so much of
what Randy and I used to do! From the drinking to the smoking, coming up
here, wrestling, it's like he is back. Shit, we even talk to each other
like Randy and I used to do with each other. You have so much of his
personality and his way of handling things," I confided.

"I will admit," Cutter agreed, "you remind me of my Blaze in some ways and
it has been nice getting to know you, but you need to also know this is the
way I am. I won't take any crap from you or anyone else. I am who I am, and
I don't change." Cutter took a drink of his coffee.

"I don't expect you to change," I assured Cutter. "The only thing I expect
is for you to be honest with me. That's all anyone can ever ask."

A small smile then came across his face. I extended my fist to him to knock
fists. He looked at me with a puzzled look on his face.

"Well, cowboy," I laughed, "here is the first lesson for you in city
livin'. When someone extends a fist like this, it's like a hand shake. You
do the same and knock my fist back with yours."

Cutter did as I showed him. When our fists met, it hit me like an electric
jolt. I couldn't explain what it was, but it was definitely there. This boy
sure had an effect on me.

"We'd better head back before they start to worry about us. I'll go clean
up in the bedroom. You wanna do the same in here?" I asked as I headed
toward the bedroom.

Cutter sat in silence at the table a while longer, his mind a blur of
thoughts. Damn! This city boy has some kind of damned effect on me. My cock
gets hard every time I am around him, and my gut is in knots. I can't be
falling for him already ... Wait, or can I be? What he did last night felt
so damned good ... but I can't be with him. I need someone, though ... Ah,
shit! Is he the one I need? He reminds me so much of Blaze in some ways,
but in others ways he is the total opposite. He's a damned city boy! He
doesn't know how to live, or what my life is like. He's never seen a horse,
probably, or even done hard work. How can I fall for someone like this? I
have to fight it. Friends is one thing but that's as far as it can ever go.

We soon had the place back to normal, and both of us slipped on our
remaining clothes and shoes, or in Cutter's case, boots. We headed out to
the truck. I retrieved the keys from my pocket. I was wondering if he would
take over from here or let me drive his precious truck again. He headed to
the passenger side, so I figured, Alrighty ... let's get going ... this is
good. It wasn't too long before we were sitting in front of his house.

"Cole, I am glad I have a friend, and I'm glad its you," Cutter said
solemnly.

"Me too, but I'd better get going for football practice," I said, tossing
him back his keys as I got out of the truck.

I headed to my house and Cutter headed across the driveway to his.

We still had a couple of weeks till school started. Cutter and I hung out
almost every night, just talking and getting to know each other better. A
couple of days after our night at the cabin I saw Cutter's dad and he
thanked me for helping his son. He had apparently done a 180 with his
attitude. He was at least trying, Mr. Lane said, and he was grateful for
Cutter's attitude adjustment.

On the Wednesday night before school was supposed to start, Cutter's family
invited us over for dinner. The parents said they had something they needed
to talk to us about.

We had an awesome dinner. Cutter's mom was a great cook. Once the table was
cleared, my dad stated, "Boys, the four adults here are going to go to
Timber Resort for a long weekend of relaxation before we start in with the
school year grind. We have all become fast friends and as you know, Cole,
we have the time share to use, so it won't cost too much. Now, you might
ask what our little vacation has to do with you. Well, we have all talked
and we think it's a good time for you two to have a small party."

I immediately got a huge smile on my face as did Cutter.

"Now, before you get carried away, there are rules. If you think you can
follow them, then you two can have this party. We just thought it would be
a good way to introduce Cutter to some other new friends before school
started," Dad said.

"That would be so great, Dad. You guys are the best," I said, still
grinning.

"Okay, boys, here are the rules. No more than 15 people; we get to approve
the guest list; we will not provide any alcohol for the party, but if there
is one drink then everyone stays the night and you collect the keys until
morning. Other than that, we are trusting you, so use your good judgment
don't betray our trust."

Both of us spoke at the same time and with the same words. "We won't! Thank
you so much."

Both of the dads then reached into their wallets and pulled out a hundred
dollar bill and handed one to each of us. We both sat there with our mouths
hanging open.

"Thanks again, Dad," I said, with Cutter echoing the same sentiment to
Mr. Lane.

"You're welcome, boys. Oh, and by the way, you will be using our house for
the party, and it will be Friday night. So you'd better come up with a list
of guests so you can call them once we see it."

Cutter and I quickly got up from the table and headed to my room to come up
with a list. Since Cutter didn't really know anyone other than me, it was
more or less up to me to come up with a guest list I thought would work.

It took us about ten minutes to make up the list and get it approved. I
then called my friends and all said they could make it and were
excited. We'd settled on twelve people plus us. That would make fourteen.

We invited Rob and Keenan, two close friends from football, and also people
I sat with at lunch. Along with them came Karen and Mandy, Rob and Keenan's
respective girlfriends. Then there was Max and Rory, these were two more
from the lunch group and also good friends. They were the brains of our
group. Some might call them "nerds," but to us they were just cool
friends. I, of course, had to have Kimmy there. Kimmy was my girlfriend as
far as the world knew. She was also the one person who knew my big secret
about being gay. It gave me the appearance of being straight and she was
the best. Of course, where you find Kimmy, her best friend Cammy was right
there. I to this day have no clue why they were friends, because Cammy was
the biggest slut on the planet. The last people on the list were the twins
from down the street. They also hung with us at lunch. Andy and Steve were
going to bring their dates which I had not met yet. So that made up our
guest list of twelve.

We got what we needed for the party, which included a couple of air
mattresses we borrowed so every one would have a place to sleep if
necessary. Our parents left at noon on Friday for their long weekend. I
hurried home after practice at about four to finish things up. Cutter was
coming over at six and people were due to arrive at seven. I had finished
my shower and had just finished dressing when the backdoor bell rang.  To
be continued...