Date: Thu, 13 Jul 2006 23:06:35 -0700 (PDT) From: Art Fex Subject: four wheeler incident/ chapter seven Hey, this is the newest chapter of 'the fourwheeler incident' in the rual gay male section. I appreciate ya'll handling my story, take care. Art _______________________________________________________________________________ The Four Wheeler Incident/ Me and My brothers Chapter Seven Art I. Fex Hey all, sorry it has taken so long to get this chapter out, but I was recently diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis, and it has cramped my style big time, plus I live with others that aren't very gay friendly, soo do the math. I am already working on the follow up to this chapter, which is why this one is shorter. IT is mostly diaglogue, but at least you can get to know the character a little better, hehe. Thanks for reading. After we had rested for about ten minutes, we decided to go outside and stretch out some. About the time we threw on our shorts, Michael with a little help getting off the bed, Ben said, "It'd be cool if we had some marshmallows or something..." Randy and Shel just kinda looked at him crookedly for his random remark, but then I remembered that we probably did have some. I ambled into the kitchen as they were heading for the porch and sure enough found them. "We have some!", I called out from the other side of the house, "why, you want them?" Ben walked back into the bed room and came out with some clothes hangers and said, "Lets roast them then! I mean, it's kinda warm for that, but what the hell." I just laughed as we got to the porch and told the others the plan. They thought it was strange too, but like Ben said, what the hell. We headed out towards the edge of the treeline where we had camped, but not that far away, and gathered enough dead branches to keep up entertained for about as long as it would take us to be dripping with sweat probably. As we made our way back to the house, Shel leaned into me, our arms full of wood, and whispered into my ear, "That was a lot of fun earlier, wuttn' it?" "Shitchyea!", I half mumbled back under the voices of the others that were talking amongst themselves a few steps ahead of us. "I don't believe you ever fucked me earlier, or Ben fuck Randy either, so in between Michael fucking all of us, whether he feels like doing it tonight, or tomorrow, or both, we can all catch up too.", Shel whispered as he licked then kissed my neck and ear lobe, making my shoulder drop and lean into him. "Yea...tha'd be great, and I haven't sucked either of you in a while it seems.", I cooed back into his ear as I nibbled it. We both smiled at the thought of our plan as we reached the back yard of our house, dumping all of the limbs and sticks into a pile. "I swear, Ben comes up with some crazy, but good ideas.", Michael said laughingly, to which I think we all agreed, as we had the fire lit up, sitting as far away from it as possible with our marshmallows bobbing over the fire on our wire coat hangers. We sat and talked for a while, roasting our marshmallows before Shel brought up Zack, Michael's brother. "So, what's the deal with Zack? Does he know about you working with us and stuff?" "Yea, whatsee like?", Ben piped in as he swallowed the last of his marchmallow, getting some on his chin, making him look like a little kid to me. Michael thought for a second or two, then began, "Welp, he's a little more of a social person than I am, whereas a prefer a smaller circle of friends, which I didn't really have until I 'hooked' Dave here...", as he draped an arm around my shoulders and smiled at me jokingly, to which I ribbed him with my elbow playfully. "...but he's a football guy, kindova jock I guess you could say, but not terribly cocky or mean or anything, although he's been in his share of fights...one of which was over me." And that did it for the story of Zack, the others were intrigued by a 'fight story', and to tell the truth, I was a bit curious myself. "What did YOU do to piss someone off so that Zack had to come rescue you???", Randy jokingly sighed . "Well, uh....actually, it was what someone said about me more than anything, and add that to the fact that my bro really hates the guy that said it, and whereas one of the two probably wasn't enough to start a fight over, both of them put together blew the top for 'em." Michael sat staring at the fire as he rotated his marshmallow as it bursted into flames and he retracted quickly to blow it out. "Well, what did the guy say!?", Ben said impatiently. "He called me a faggot ass queer because he caught me looking at him 'crooked' as he put it. And everyone knows he's a racist ass bigot piece of white trash. Him and his bunch of KKK, 'nazi wannabes', the whole bunch of 'em. Nothing but ignorance packed into a highly compressed can of hot air." "They're really in the Klan?", Shel said half smiling. "Who knows, doubt it, but they'd like people to think it probably if they aren't.", Michael said shaking his head as he pulled his charred marshmallow off of the wire hanger. "So what happened next?", Ben said inching closer to Michael, ignoring his flaming torch of a snack waving over the fire. "We were at the gas station, and me and Zack were heading to our dad's truck we'd come to fuel up, and the guy, Lance is his name by the way, hollered something out from about 20 feet away with his group of trashy ass friends standing around their truck. I hadn't even looked at the bastard! But, anyway, he said that, and it pissed my brother off. My brother told him to fuck off and they guy came walking up to us. He told me to put our stuff in the truck while he saw what the problem was. Then Lance hollered out at me, "Hey, where're you goin you lil bitch?" I turned around to see that he was actually skinnier than me by a long shot, and the same height, and I just gave 'em a 'go to hell' look as I opened the door to stick our stuff inside. That's when he called me a faggot ass queer or whatever, and told me that 'You BETTER keep goin'.' And that was that.", Michael finished, laughing histerically. "The last thing I heard was shoving and the other guy hit the ground. About that time I heard metal sliding acrost the concrete as Lance's stupid ass slutty girlfriend threw a pair of brass-knuckles towards the two of them and screamed, 'BEAT 'IS AAYIS!' But, the brass knuckle's slid right past the dude as he was getting up to charge my bro again. So, my brother picked up the knuckles and all anyone heard was 'KLINK' and Lance hit the ground like a sack of feed, four little red spots on his fore-head!", Michael half laughed as he spoke animatedly using his hands and body movements to tell the story for us, who were all howling at the mental images Michael painted for us. So, anyway, I guess you could say that my bro is the more aggressive type compared to me, but he's been there for me and stuff. "Does he know about you possibly being gay?", I said curiously. "I think so. We almost did something once, about a year ago when he was trashed. He was laying on my bed telling me about the evening, and was in his boxers, and how he'd almost gotten some from a cheerleader girl, who actually was more than boobs and an ass. Which is probably the reason he didn't get any!", Michael giggled. "Anyway, I had come home straight from the game he played that night, whereas he went to the party, and had not even taken a shower. He needed help getting to the shower, so I helped him get in, and actually passed him the soap an stuff while he kept talking. I wrapped his towel around him and took him to his bed, and started giving him a massage, the thought of sex never really crossing my mind until he turned over and had a huge leaking boner. I thought it was huge and really nice looking, it must've been about 8 inches and he's uncut like me. But, anyway, I almost considered taking advantage of his drunkeness that one time, but then he started jacking off, and I ended up just joining in with him. He probably would've let me do it for him, but I didn't want to do something he'd be embarrassed about later, but he did catch me looking at it a lot, and he even joked about me giving him head. I just laughed it off, cause I was a little shy about it, but sometimes I wish I'da just done it, and screw the outcome. But I still think I did the right thing not doing it sometimes too." "I've seen him man.....I'da done it!", Ben said enthusiastically. "But, then again, he isn't like, my actual bro, so I guess I shouldn't say that." "That wasn't really what bothered me at the time, it was mostly that he was drunk, and I wasn't sure if he would be doing all that if he wasn't. But me and him still jerk off together sometimes, but usually don't make a big deal outa it. More like, he and I don't always go to opposite ends of the house and shut the door to do it. We do it watching porn on his computer sometimes, but I think that he has caught on that I am not too into the straight porn without any guys in it.", Michael chuckled as he pulled another marshmallow off of his hanger, his muscled body shimmering in the firelight, making his pale skin shine an orangish glow. We talked on and on through the evening until we were all tired enough to sleep. "Welp, I'm pretty tired from earlier, what do ya'll think?", Michael said through his yawn. "Bed...", was all Ben said as he got up and streatched his lean muscles to the limit, letting out a huge yawn of his own. With that we began kicking dirt on the fire, then poured a bottled water on it before heading to the house. Once inside, we walked into the bathroom and decided to wash the smoke off of us. I cut the water on and before long we were all under the spicket, enjoying not only the hot water, but also the company of one another. We washed eachother, paying close attention to Michael, whom we ganged up on and washed him real good. Michael's head just leant back on Shel's shoulder as he held him from behind and he smiled as we ran our soapy hands all over his chest and stomach, and washing underneath his balls and beyond. We then turned to one another and washed eachother until there was no more funk or smoke on us that we could smell. As we got out of the shower, I handed each of the guys a towel and we dried eachother and ourselves, then headed to the bed room, free ballin. Upon reaching the bedroom, we simply headed to the bed that was already messed up, and we all got into it, mostly laying on top of eachother, sort of like one of those 'breeding balls' that Anaconda snakes form, where there's one female, and literally 20 or more males all wrapped around her, 'nature's gang-bangers' is what we had called them when we saw them on National Geographic. We pulled the sheet over our bodies in the darkness, legs intwined, and with an arm across my face and Randy's chest as my pillow, and my stomach someone's pillow, I began the voyage into dream-land. As I was dosing off, I felt the world had come to an end when I heard the sound of a shot gun in the room, and every muscle around me squeezed and heads butted and some bitch screamed, and any half-hard cock there may have been in the room was reduced to something more like a wrinkled sausage as the whole house shook. When we recovered, I looked over to the edge, and heard quiet laughing, which then broke into hysterical cackling. I saw Ben's feet at my eye level, and he wasn't standing on the bed, but the bed was on the freakin floor! "Um, what is the average weight load a queen sized bed can handle?", Michael said, as he blankly stared at the ceiling, his head still tensely resting on my gut. "Apparently not six hundred pounds!", Ben choked out of his laughter, making me laugh too. "Did you hear the gun shot?!", Shel said out of the darkness, lit only by the little bit of light filtering through the ghostly looking curtains. "Must've been the wood breakin." "Did you hear the little girl scream?", Randy said jokingly as Michael patted my leg. "Nu-uh, wasn't me this time!", I said chuckling as I looked around the group of guys. To this day, we still don't know who that was, but I KNOW it wasn't me! Within thirty minutes, we'd removed the broken slats from under the matress, moved the busted ass frame out, and disassembled the other bed as well. We left the beds that way, sitting on the box springs, and the springs directly on the floor, and it actually looked okay that way. We sat there looking at our handiwork for a moment, "Well, I saw something like this on HGTV before...kind of a um, Zen thing I think.", I said as Randy put his arm around my shoulder and half nodded. "I got an even better idea though, Randy said as he and Ben, who apparently was thinking the same thing, scooted the beds against the same wall and put them next to eachother. "I didn't know ya'll were so ingenuitive at nearly three in the morning.", Michael said smiling and heading towars the bed. Now we had a bed twice as wide, and we all agreed that we were geniuses. "Welp, lets try again, shall we?", Shel said as we all climbed into our original position, only much more comfortable this time, and this time we were not interupted by a gun blast, an earth quake, or even the elusive ghost of a screaming bitch...