Date: Mon, 2 Sep 2002 09:42:07 EDT
From: Tulsadriller7@aol.com
Subject: Tales from the Ranch, Chapter 5/?

Disclaimer:  The following story is a work of fiction.  If you
are offended by descriptions of homosexual acts or man/man
relations, please exit this page.

TALES FROM THE RANCH
Copyrightc 2002 by Tulsa Driller 7.  All rights reserved.

This is a story of men who have two common interests.  You will
see that they love the land where they live and work, but it is
also the story of young men who love other men and their coming
of age in a culture of prejudice and misunderstanding.  It is a
story, which deals with difficult and often disturbing issues
but, nonetheless, issues which must be confronted in today's
world.

This is a work of fiction and in no way draws on the lives of any
specific person or persons.  Any similarity to actual persons or
events is entirely coincidental.  This work is copyrightedc by
the author and may not be reproduced in any form without the
specific written permission of the author.  It is assigned to the
Nifty Archives under the terms of their submission agreement but
it may not be copied or archived on any other site without the
written permission of the author.

PLEASE:  In a perfect world AIDS doesn't exist.  My characters
have unprotected sex.  I hope you use proper precautions because
I'd like you to be around the read the last chapter of this
story.

Tales from the Ranch
Chapter 5:  A Sex Storm
     Their lips were like magnets seeking steel as they leaned
toward each other.  Maybe it was that each had thought about this
moment all day and wanted it to happen.  Regardless, their lips
touched, their eyes closed and LIGHTS FLASHED, BELLS RANG, the
room moved.  Dale was aware that Craig had pulled back and opened
his eyes, silently questioning.  Craig reached for Dale's beer
bottle and placed both on the floor at the end of the love seat,
then scooted closer, whispering, "Where were we?"
     "Right here," as Dale moved his face toward Craig's.  They
met halfway between.  Craig, who was the more experienced, opened
his mouth slightly allowing his tongue to trace its way around
Dale's lips.
     More FIREWORKS!!
     How good could this be?
     Dale repeated the same maneuver, bringing his arms up and
wrapping them around Craig's shoulders, rubbing his back.  Craig
did the same.  It seemed they were locked together; their tongues
in a duel, then Dale forced his tongue in Craig's mouth.  Ahh,
what a sweet taste.  'Was that toothpaste?' he wondered.  As far
as he knew they'd only had a little sip of beer before the kiss.
     They continued exploring each other's mouth and lips.  Craig
licked above Dale's lips, feeling the heavier stubble of the new
mustache below his nose.  That tickled his tongue and caused Dale
to quiver at the feeling.  His pants were getting tight; even
with silk boxers, his cock was trapped.
     Craig kissed Dale's nose, pulling his arms from around him
and running his right hand up under his shirt.  The hair on his
hard abs was so silky... his abs were like steel ribs.  He shoved
his hand further up, feeling the fur, giving Dale wonderful
shocks as he rubbed up and down.  Finally... finding Dale's right
nipple, running his finger around it, stroking the silky hair.
He moved to the other one and pinched it lightly.  Another FLASH
of light for Dale.  They were about to swallow each other's
tongues.  Wonderful SENSATIONS all over their bodies.  Dale
groaned and could feel his cock starting to leak precum.  God, he
was experiencing feelings he didn't know existed.  It felt good
and his dick was harder than he ever remembered it being.
     Craig was experiencing the same problem as Dale... his pants
were too tight, too!  He was wearing a pair of nylon French-style
bikini shorts, but his dick was trapped, pointing down his leg.
     Craig's other hand found Dale's bulge and he rubbed it
through the white denim.  Dale tried to pull Craig's knit shirt
out of his pants, but it didn't budge.  Afraid he was going to
tear it, he used both hands to try to unbuckle Craig's belt.  It
didn't want to come loose because Dale didn't realize it was a
slide fastener.
     Craig broke loose, Dale wondering what was going on as Craig
broke the kiss and stood up.  Fearing he'd done something wrong
he started to say, "Wha..." Craig leaned back into Dale's mouth
with another tonsil-swabbing kiss..
     As he did so, he deftly unfastened his belt and unbuttoned
his chinos, lowering the zipper slightly so he could pull his
shirt free.  He then rearranged himself, so his cock wasn't
suffocated.  His shorts were wet where his cock head touched the
fabric.
     Dale pulled away and Craig stood up straight.  This put
Dale's nose at the same level as Craig's crotch and he could feel
the heat emanating from the opening.  It was a good clean smell
and he wanted more.
     He pulled Craig toward him and Craig twisted, lowering
himself back on the love seat.  It was Dale's turn to run his
hands under Craig's shirt.  There was the slightest trail of hair
from his navel down into his shorts.  Dale instinctively stuck
his tongue in Craig's 'innie' belly button.  "Uhmmnn..." he
smelled good.  Clean and fresh!!
     He ran both hands up under Craig's shirt, lifting it as his
hands rose to his chest.  Craig decided to help Dale out, pulling
the shirt the rest of the way, over his head and stripping it
from his arms.  The shirt dropped on the floor.
     Dale looked at Craig, lying somewhat slumped against the
upholstered arm.  He liked what he saw.  Craig was beautiful!!
There were a few sparse hairs just above his navel, and then he
was perfectly smooth except for some hair in his armpits.  Then
surprisingly, he appeared to have a fairly heavy beard, but must
have shaved before arriving at Dale's house.  His arms had just a
dusting of fine blond hair.  Craig must work out.  His body was
tight as Dale could feel while running his hands up and down
Craig's chest and abs.  He wasn't as muscular as Dale, but
nevertheless had a tight body, good definition and no flab that
he could see... or feel.
     He leaned over, placing his mouth on Craig's abs, then
started licking his way up to the two brown nipples that were
standing up like little nubs.  Alternately pinching and kissing
them, little electric shocks found their way to Craig's brain and
his groin.  His cock was twitching and leaking more precum.  What
an exquisite feeling!
     But Craig wanted more of Dale's body, too.  He pulled
himself into more of a sitting position and taking the bottom of
Dale's shirt, started to work it up and over Dale's head.  Dale
assisted him and soon it was on the floor next to Craig's shirt.
This was fun!  Craig had never helped another guy take his
clothes off.  "Yumm..." he murmured, taking a deep sniff.  "Paul
Sebastian Cologne."
     Dale's hard, tanned body with the silky floss of hair had
started to emerge.  It was like opening a present.  How could he
be so lucky?  Some people received a box of underwear; he'd
gotten a complete train set with everything included!
     Their heads moved toward each other again, lips locking,
tongues dueling, trying to suck the air out of the other's lungs.
Their hands were all over the exposed areas of each other's
bodies.
     Craig leaned against Dale, fumbling with the buttons on his
white Levis.  The ones he'd only worn once before and wasn't
going to have on much longer... if he had his way.  As one hand
was working the buttons, Craig's other hand was kneading the
long, rock-hard tube behind them.
     Not to be outdone and without breaking their kiss, Dale
found Craig's zipper, lowering it and pulling the fly all the way
open.  He couldn't see Craig's bright red bikini shorts, but he
could feel the hard, round flesh under the wet cloth.  He rubbed
it with his fingers, then brought them up to their faces and
shared the sticky taste.
     Dale thought that was some fine-tasting nectar and wanted
more.  Craig didn't often taste himself, but thought anything on
Dale's fingers was fine, regardless of the source.
     Craig pulled away again, worked himself into a standing
position, then took Dale's hand and pulled him up, too.  They
each stepped out of their shoes and dropped their pants, standing
there in just their shorts and socks; looking at each other, the
desire for each other burning in their loins.
     Dale looked so fine.  Craig liked hairy men and this was the
best specimen he'd ever seen, even pictures in the plain-wrapped
Men Magazine he received each month.  This was alive and belonged
to him at the moment.  And, he was going to get to act out his
own porn story... with the help of this delectable stud.  What
wonderful things he was going to do to Dale's body and he hoped
it would be returned.
     They stepped toward each other, mouths searching for the
other.  Craig placed his fingers behind the waistband of Dale's
silky boxers and started to lower them.  They really weren't
boxer briefs, but snug fitting enough that it took a couple of
tugs to get them down, then trying to get the elastic past that
tube of pulsating flesh.  Finally they were free enough Craig
could let them fall to the floor where Dale stepped out of them.
Ahh... another plus, Dale wasn't circumcised, how could Craig be
so lucky?
     Meanwhile, Dale did the same for Craig, freeing another
piece of hard flesh, working the stretchy material down Craig's
legs.  Craig helped, and then stepped out of his own shorts.
     Dale stood there, taking in what he saw; thinking about this
wonderful treasure he had unwrapped before him.  Craig was as
smooth as Dale was hairy.  He had a nice, blond bush above his
cut cock, appearing to be trimmed to a uniform length, and not
allowed to grow wild like Dale's.  He liked what he saw... he
liked it a lot and wanted the feelings of pleasure he knew they
were each going to experience.
     They stepped toward each other, no hesitation.  It was like
they had done this before, but they each knew it wouldn't be the
last time, either.
     Craig just wanted to kiss Dale and rub his smooth body over
Dale's furry one.  Their mouths engaged again, their arms went
around each other, rubbing each other's backs and shoulders,
their electrified dicks sending bolts of fire through their
groins.  It seemed they were having a contest to see which could
moan the loudest, vibrating each other's tongues as they did so.
How could it get any better than this?  They knew this was just
the warm-up for the main event.
     It wasn't just their cocks that were sending the feelings;
Craig was really enjoying the tickle of the hair on Dale's pecs
and abs rubbing on his chest and stomach.  Their dicks were like
two lances battling for space, standing upright, shoving against
each other, both leaking precum, both wet with desire.  Both men
were groaning, trying to crawl inside the other.
     Craig moved his mouth from Dale's, licking up past his nose,
kissing it, then moving to give a wet kiss to each eyelid, the
moving across his head to Dale's right ear and sticking his
tongue in it, then putting it in his mouth and licking all around
the outside.
     FLASHES OF LIGHTNING.  "AhGGgn..." Dale whimpered, his knees
bending as if to fall.  "Yygnhhhhh..." Dale thought he'd cum
right then, but realized that his cock had just unloaded a huge
amount of precum, coating both their cocks even more.  The slick
feeling made what they were doing even more sensuous.  Craig was
really getting off, making Dale feel so good.  He stuck his
finger in Dale's other ear and buried his tongue as deep in the
one he was teasing.  SENSORY OVERLOAD!!
     Dale broke away and attacked Craig's ears, grunting, "My
turn..."
     Craig had never felt anything like it before.  He locked his
arms around Dale's chest, drawing himself as tight as he could
get, rubbing himself against the furry stone torso.  Breathing
hard, almost panting, he dropped his head to Dale's shoulder,
pulling his ear away and swabbing Dale's neck with his talented
tongue.  Then planting passionate kisses under his jaw, around
under his chin to the other side of his face.
     Up to this point neither had touched the other's cock except
through their underwear.  Dale reached down, taking both dicks in
his hands, holding them, and letting them slide on each other.
More electricity.  Craig humped his groin against Dale, helping
his cock slide up and down on Dale's cock and in his hands.  Oh
Wow!!!!!!!!
     Dale brought one hand up to his lips, tasting the slick
fluid.  "Yuummm," he murmured.  Craig saw what he was doing and
moved his mouth to share with Dale, who moved his hand for him to
share.  Craig sucked Dale's fingers.  "Uhmnnn."  He moved his
right hand down to get some of the precum on his fingers.  Dale
found Craig's hand and wrapped it around their surging, turgid
poles.  Then both brought their hands to each other's lips.
Groaning approval, they licked up all the fluid they could find
on their fingers.
     Craig decided that he wanted some more of that, this time
directly from the tap.  He started to kneel down as he was going
to lick Dale's dick clean.  Dale realized what he was probably
going to do, put his hands under his armpits and pulled him back
up.  He thought Craig was going to protest and said, "Let's
go..." pulling him toward the bedroom.
     The mutual seduction was over, it was time to experience the
second scene.
     Dale was glad he'd put clean sheets on the bed, and then
realized they wouldn't be clean very long.  He started laughing.
     Craig was a little taken aback and wondered what this was
about.  Dale gave him a peck on the lips and said, "I just put
clean sheets on the bed, hoping for this.  But I'm hoping I have
to change them again... will you help me help me with this
project?"  He was laughing again.
     "And just what do you think we could possibly do that they
would get soiled?" Craig giggled.
     "I have a few things I want to do to you... but only if
you're willing.  I don't want to be accused of rape."  Dale was
laughing hard now.
     Craig kissed Dale on the lips, giving him a hug, saying,
"It's not rape if both parties are willing, and I was so hot a
minute ago I didn't think we'd make it out of the living room."
     "At one point I thought I'd already cum.  Let's see if we
can make that happen this time."
     Holding on to each other they made their way onto the bed.
As Dale lay down, he pulled Craig on top of his body, searching
for his willing mouth.  Soon their mouths were locked together
again, they were rubbing themselves over as much as the other's
body as they could reach, their cocks mashing into the other.
     They couldn't get enough of each other, their mouths
searching for lips, necks, ears, and pecs.  Finally Craig broke
free and moved down Dale's chest, leaving a trail of saliva from
his neck to first one tit then the other, biting on one as he
pinched the opposite.
     Dale was groaning again and thrashing on the bed.  Craig
moved lower, cleaning out Dale's navel with his tongue.  More
electric shocks.  He swabbed around that, then down his left
thigh and across to the base of Dale's cock, licking his ball
sack.  Dale became vocal.  "Umnn... yeahha.... ohnnnoooeee,
waaaaaa, UGHnnh..."
     Craig got off on making Dale feel good.  He was just
beginning.  He started to bathe Dale's ball sack with his tongue.
The sack was tight, the balls pulled up, but the feeling was
exquisite to Dale and Craig was tasting the precum that had
leaked down Dale's shaft and onto his hairy balls.  More bouncing
around on the bed, Dale's hands rubbing his own chest and
stomach.
     As Craig finished washing Dale's balls, he licked up the
steel shaft, running his tongue clear around and up and down
coating it with saliva.  Finally, when it decided that it was
ready, Craig moved to the end of Dale's cock, made a point with
his tongue, put his lips around the outside of the foreskin and
ran his tongue inside.
     "AAaaaRRRrrrGGGGGGGGGhhhhh!!!"
     Dale thought he was going to pass out.  He didn't think
anything could ever feel this good.  'Why hadn't he tried this
before?'  Then, involuntarily, his hips bucked and he buried his
cock in Craig's throat.  Dale was about 7-inches long when hard,
but it was really hard this time and maybe had lengthened a
little more.  Craig didn't care.  He thought he knew how to deep
throat and managed to swallow Dale to the balls without any
effort.  His tongue ran up and down the shaft, licking up the
copious flowing precum.
     Lights flashed, bells rang, thunder boomed, the room spun.
Dale wasn't coherent.  He tried to gasp, "I'm... cum..." when he
erupted.
     Craig had tickled the underside of his ball sack and the
little bit of extra stimulation was enough to trigger Dale.
Craig allowed most of the sweet nectar to shoot down his throat,
but needed to breathe, so he moved about halfway back up the
shaft, tasting Dale's load for the first time.  What a wonderful
taste!!!
     Dale thought he was going to pass out.  It felt like enough
cum to fill a one-inch pipe was trying to escape his pee tube.
The feeling was like none other.  There was so much cum spewing
that it almost hurt; yet it didn't.  His body shook, he was
sweating, he tingled everywhere.  He couldn't say anything, just
groan.  "Unnnn... Aagh... Rrrh... OOoohh... Eee..."  He couldn't
even THINK a coherent thought.  He was totally drained, both of
sperm and emotion.  Yet his cock was still as hard as a steel
bar.
     Craig, breathing heavily on his own, thought he was going to
shoot, too, but managed to hold off.  Wow, this was something.
Dale's getting off almost triggered him.  They were certainly
both horny and ready for release.
     He carefully slid up Dale's cock, knowing that he was
probably pretty sensitive, but cleaning the remaining sperm he
hadn't swallowed."
     Dale pulled Craig back up, searching for his lips.  Craig
shared the little bit of cock-nectar with Dale, who cleaned his
tongue with his own.  They lay there for a little bit, their
breathing slowing, returning to normal.  Finally Dale, wrapped
his arms around Craig's neck, kissed him and said, "I don't know
what you did, but I never dreamed it could be like this."
     Craig responded, "I didn't have to do anything special.  You
were ready for this and I loved helping you with the experience."
     They lay there, kissing and rubbing each other.  Dale rolled
them on their sides, still facing each other.  He kissed Craig
some more, each savoring the traces of his cum still in Craig's
mouth.  Finally, he pulled loose, looking down Craig's body.  His
cock was about half-hard and Dale knew he wanted to try to give
Craig the same pleasure he'd received.
     He untangled himself, telling Craig, "Lay on your back."
     As Craig was moving, Dale started to kiss around Craig's
ear, then down his jaw, under his chin, working his way down to
his Adams apple, then on around to the other ear.  It was Craig's
turn to groan and bounce on the bed.  Dale reached down to
Craig's groin; he was completely erect again.  But... so was
Dale.  He wondered how many times they would have to do this
before the "swelling went down".  He didn't care; they had all
night and were just getting started.
     Dale swung his left leg over Craig's waist, so he was facing
him.  Craig was beautiful and it inspired Dale to give him the
same wonderful treatment he'd just received.  Sitting on his
stomach, he could feel Craig's cock poking him in the ass.  That
felt good, but he wasn't planning on that for this round.  Maybe
later.
     He massaged Craig's pecs and pinched his little nubs, which
hardened quickly.  Craig groaned and wiggled his body under Dale,
who leaned down to bathe each tit with saliva, pinching the one
he wasn't attacking with his mouth.  He was an equal opportunity
"tit man" and gave both the same attention.  Craig loved it.
     Dale stretched himself out on top of Craig, scooting down so
their chests were touching each other.  His mouth sought out
Craig's.  More kissing and tongue dueling.  He worked his way
down Craig's throat again, then raised up so he could rewash the
nubs on his pecs.  They were still hard and sticking up.  Good!!
He gave them a couple more pinches with his fingers to make sure
they stayed that way for a little bit.
     He worked his way on down, sliding off Craig's body and
tongued out his navel, then followed a path down his thigh and
moving over to his balls as Craig had done for him.  Craig's body
was a little sweaty, but he loved the taste of the clean
perspiration.  He was as hard as Dale had been.  Craig was about
62-inches and certainly not as big around as Dale.  'Just the
right size for my first time,' thought Dale.
     Craig's ball sack was hairless, Dale didn't know if he'd
shaved it or if that was natural.  He didn't care; his cock was
beautiful and perfectly proportioned.  He hoped it tasted as good
as it looked.  One way to find out.  He moved around so he could
get his nose under the sack and licked his way back to the front,
then back down and around.  There was some looseness, so Dale was
able to suck both balls into his mouth.
     A bolt of lightning hit Craig.  He bounced on the bed.
"Uuhnmn... Ohnnn... Aaaahh..." Craig was breathing hard and
pumping precum like a river flowed.  Dale tried to roll the balls
around in his mouth, but the sack was drawing up getting too
tight.  His balls had drawn up almost into his groin.
     'This guy is as hot as I was and needs to get off,' Dale
thought, realizing that he was still rock-hard himself.
     Though he'd never had another man's cock in his mouth
before, he couldn't wait for the banquet to begin, he'd had the
wine ambrosia and soup course.  Now it was time for the meat and
potatoes.  He was certain they would have dessert, too.
     Dale did as Craig had done for him; he licked up and down
the shaft, curling his tongue around it to clean off the sticky,
sweet precum.  More rolling around and "Craig noises".  That got
Dale about as excited as actually taking Craig's dick in his
mouth.  He opened wide, slipping his mouth over the end of the
shaft, twirling his tongue around it.  Craig's cock was like an
iron bar with a velvet covering.  He closed his mouth around it.
More "Craig noises".  Dale didn't think he'd made that much noise
himself, but was experiencing too many other sensations to know.
He didn't care, anyway.
     This tasted good.  There was still some precum leaking, but
not as much as before.  Probably Craig's cock was too hard.  As
he sucked up and down, the fingers of his left hand ticked Craig
behind the balls while the other sought out his nubs and pinched
them again, one at a time.
     More "Craig noises" and thrashing around on the bed.  Dale
could tell that Craig's cock was getting harder and thought a
little larger, too.  Maybe he was about ready to unload.  To help
things along, he took his mouth off the shaft and blew on it
lightly.  More "Craig noises" and whimpering.  He heard him
whisper, "Ohhh Gooodd!!"  About that time he went back down as
far as he could go, experiencing no difficulty with the gag
reflex that he'd read about.  He tried to keep his throat relaxed
and must have.  Another stroke up and down with plenty of tongue
action.  Yes, it was working, he could feel the cock pulsate.
     Craig was now having a serious storm within his body; the
feelings were rocking it like a ship in rough seas.
"AAaaRRGGhh!!!" as the spasm hit.  Dale thought he was ready but
Craig almost bucked out of this mouth.  He stayed with him,
though.  Here it was... an explosion like a 22 slug hitting him
gushed out the pee slit and right down Dale's throat.  He didn't
taste anything out of that volley, nor the next two.
     Craig was bouncing so hard that Dale had to use both hands
to steady his pelvis.  He continued to pump cream in quantity.
Dale wondered how long it had been since Craig had cum.  He knew
he himself had had a huge orgasm and wondered how Craig compared.
     Dale was swallowing as fast as he could, but was just barely
able to keep up with the molten sperm.  Lots of "Craig noises".
Dale liked the idea that he could cause this effect on another
guy.  He felt himself getting harder as Craig's body calmed.
Finally, he thought Craig was through, moved his mouth to the
head and licked around it.  A few more noises, but Craig was
calming down.
     Dale still had some of Craig's offering in his mouth and
moved back up to share it with him.  They mixed it with their
saliva and each swallowed about half of it.  Their lips locked
together, they wrapped arms and legs around each other and slowly
returned to a state where they could calm down.
     After what seemed to be about 15 minutes, they each slowly
became aware of the other again.  Dale rose up on his elbow,
looking at Craig.  He'd never seen a guy so beautiful.  He
couldn't believe the experience they'd just had.  Lovingly, he
leaned over Craig, kissing him on the cheek, and then whispering,
"Hey guy, are you still passed out?"
     Craig opened his blue eyes and thought he saw into Dale's
soul.  He reached up to his face, stroking his cheek.  "That was
the most fantastic feeling I've ever experienced.  You are
wonderful.  I think I've fallen in love."
     They kissed again, then settled back down on the bed to rest
for a bit.
     * * * * *
     About a half hour later, Craig regained consciousness, still
wrapped in Dale's arms.  He needed to pee. badly, but didn't want
to rouse Dale.  He stretched and as he did so, Dale's eyes
opened.
     "Hi stud, did you go to sleep, too?" Craig asked.
     "I don't know if I went to sleep or passed out from my
nervous system overloading.  Regardless, I had the most
incredible experience both when you sucked me and I sucked you.
I didn't know it could be so good."
     Craig replied, "We've barely scratched the surface where
feelings are concerned.  There's more we can do, you know?"
     "Yes, and I want to try it all.  But first, I have to pee."
They untangled themselves, Dale getting off the bed first, and
then reaching for Craig's hand to pull him up, too.  Craig
followed Dale into the bathroom, admiring his hairy butt and
thinking about exploring between his cheeks.
     They stood on either side of the toilet bowl, Dale pulling
back his foreskin before starting his stream.  Hearing Dale's
piss hitting the water was all it took to get Craig started.
Usually he was a little pee-shy.  They were trying to hit the
bowl in the exact same spot, like two kids, and it caused the
urine and water to splatter all over the bowl.
     Craig looked at Dale's cock.  Even soft it was still a
formidable tool, at least as large as his own when fully erect.
Dale must be a "shower" whereas Craig was a "grower" as his dick
was usually about 3«-inches when soft.  He liked it that Dale was
un-cut.
     "Was old Doc Hatfield your family doctor?"
     Dale knew the reason for Craig's question.  Doc Mark
Hatfield and his son, Dr. Marcus Hatfield were very much against
the circumcision of males, so fully 40% of the men who had been
born in Williamsport in the last 50 years were uncut.  And,
several of the new younger doctors who were working for other
clinics had swung to that thinking, also.  He said, "No, I was
born at home on the kitchen table.  Mom was attended by my
grandmother and a licensed mid-wife."
     Craig said, "Well, I wish my parents had been patients at
Doc Hatfield's clinic.  I've always thought that an uncut dick
was sexier looking anyway.  But, I got mutilated without getting
to vote on it."  He laughed, "Too late now."
     Finished, they both stripped out the last drops of urine,
shaking it into the bowl.  Dale pushed the flush handle.
     Dale asked, "Are you thirsty?  I think I need to brush my
teeth.  There's a new toothbrush here in the cabinet and there
are two kinds of toothpaste in the drawer next to the basin."
     "Yeah, my mouth was okay until I went to sleep, now it
doesn't taste so good."
     Dale opened the cabinet, handed Craig a wrapped brush, and
then held up two tubes of toothpaste.  Craig took one as Dale
laid the other down and got his own brush.  'Might as well use
the same brand,' he thought.
     After brushing and rinsing out their mouths, they turned to
each other and shared a long, deep kiss, causing each to harden a
bit.  As they walked back to the living room, Craig picked up
both pair of their underwear and Dale picked up the beer bottles,
which were still full, but warm.
     "Yuk, warm beer.  Guess I'll put these in the refridgerator
for later.  Do you want a fresh one?" he asked, putting his arm
around Craig's waist and drawing him closer.
     "Fine with me.  I'm thirsty.  I think I shot all my extra
body fluid down your throat and I know you must have dumped at
least a quart in me," Craig laughed, handing Dale his silk
boxers.
     Dale started for the kitchen as Craig stepped into his
bikini shorts.  "Don't put your underwear on.  Nobody can see us
and I like what I can see when you're naakkid," he said drawing
out the last word.
     Craig giggled.  "Great, because I feel the same way about
looking at you.  Although I liked you in my mouth, I really
haven't had a chance to admire you from afar."
     Dale bounced back immediately.  "Don't get too 'afar' away."
     They both laughed.
     Dale said, "Are you hungry?  How about that pizza and a
salad?  Do you have time?" he asked, almost crossing his fingers.
     Craig smiled and responded, "Yes, yes and yes!"  I don't
have to be anywhere until tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock."
     Dale's eyes gleamed.  "You planned this, didn't you?"
     "Well. yes, in a way."
     He wasted no time in gathering Craig into his arms, almost
dropping the beer bottles.  "So did I. or at least I hoped this
might happen."
     Craig said, "I have a confession.  I've seen you around
town, and took the time to find out where you worked, but I
couldn't figure out how to introduce myself.  I've never seen you
in a social situation, or at the grocery, laundry."
     I've seen you around town, too, but didn't know how to
approach you.  Didn't think you would be interested in a cowboy
like me."
     "Dale. don't ever sell yourself short.  You may term
yourself a 'cowboy' but from what I was able to find out from
Marty this afternoon, he thinks you are his top hand after Mort,
of course.  He respects you and listens to your ideas.  He
doesn't have to do that, you know."
     "Well. I don't know." he hesitated.
     "Dale, look at me.  Don't beat yourself up.  You're not just
a 'cowboy' or hired help.  It's obvious that you have a degree of
sophistication, maybe even more than me.  Your house is
immaculate, you have nice clothes - although I'd rather see you
like you are now - you wear them well.  You have pride in a clean
house.  You were wearing good cologne when I came in earlier.
Maybe you didn't have a lot when you were growing up, but you've
taken the time to find out how to better yourself.  You went to
college and got excellent grades.  I know. I checked that out,
too."
     Dale was somewhat stunned.  "Why did you go to the trouble
to check up on me?  I'm nothing special.  I live in a ratty
house, although I try to keep it clean and in good repair.  I'm a
bastard.  I hardly even know who my father is."
     Craig leaned up against Dale, interrupting him with a kiss
on the lips to quiet him.  "Trust me, Dale, you have more going
for you than at least half the young men in this town.  Nobody is
interested in your background, where you live or really, even
where you work.  They judge you by what you've accomplished.  You
had every reason I can think of to end up a drunk, but you seemed
to know there was a better life out there waiting for you to come
get it.  You could have given up years ago, but something made
you a better person than you give yourself credit for being."
     Dale hugged himself to Craig, tears running down his cheeks.
'How had he lucked out to find someone like this?  A man who was
good looking, smart, a professional person, a good listener and
maybe even something better than a new best friend.  He certainly
made Dale feel good other than just in bed.'
     They stood there, clasping each other, not moving. thinking
about what had just transpired.
     Craig wanted to tell Dale that he loved him, but was it too
soon to mention that word?
     Dale felt that the weight of the world had been lifted from
his shoulders.  'Maybe there was someone out there for him.
Someone who would take him for what he was.  Someone who could
make him feel good about himself and would be there whenever he
needed him. a hug when he wanted one.'
     They held a passionate kiss for what seemed like 5 minutes
before breaking for breath.  As they pulled apart, hands on each
other's shoulders, misty eyes, they looked at each other, almost
saying in unison, "I could learn to love you very quickly."
     "How about that pizza?  I just realized that I'm starved."
     Dale replied, "Is it okay to order the 'Deluxe Meat Lovers'
from Tony D's?"
     Craig laughed, giving him a squeeze on his cock.  "As long
as I get more of this after the pizza."
     Dale pulled Craig's dick.  "Do you think we could get some
special sauce for dessert?"
     They clutched each other again and laughed, covering each
other's faces with little kisses.
     Finally, they broke apart again.  Dale said, "The number for
Tony D's is next to the phone.  Why don't you call for delivery
while I put the salad together?  Deal?"
     Craig wasted no time placing the delivery order as Dale
pulled two fresh, cold bottles of beer from the fridge, along
with the things to go in the salad.
     "Twenty-five to 30 minutes on delivery.  They said they were
a little backed-up right now."
     Dale handed Craig a new bottle of beer, saying, "It will
only take me five minutes to chop up stuff for the salad.
     Craig laughed.  'You're perfect. and you can cook, too."
     "I'd hardly call chopping up a salad 'cooking'," Dale
laughed.  "But I do fairly well.  I hate to eat out alone, even
at the fast food places.  It's just easier to fix something
here."
     Craig said, "I almost never turn on the stove.  I keep some
frozen dinners and pizza in the freezer, but I'm not sure where
to start when it comes to cooking anything else.  Oh, I can fix
microwave popcorn - the kind that comes in the paper bags."
     Dale leaned over, giving Craig a kiss on the cheek.  "The
more I learn about you the better I like you.  You're so innocent
and I need to protect you from the big, bad world," he teased.
     Craig moved behind Dale, squeezing his butt cheeks.  "I love
fur and you've got it all over."  He reached around and rubbed
his fingers through Dale's pubic hair.
     "If you keep doing that, I'm not going to care if you get
fed or not."
     Craig leered, although Dale couldn't see it because he was
behind him.  "I can feed myself with this big sausage, wrapping
his fingers around Dale's dick.  You just get the little one."
     "Talking about sausages. we really ought to put some clothes
on to answer the door.  Otherwise Tony D's delivery fellow might
get suspicious," Dale told him.
     "Aaah, spoilsport.  I thought he might stay and help eat the
pizza." Craig was making funny faces.
     "Suit yourself.  Let me get some money for the pizza."
     Craig broke away.  "Forget the money.  I've got enough for
it."  He walked to the living room and pulled on his chinos,
fishing his wallet out of the pocket.  Turning back to the
kitchen, he said.  "Don't you put any clothes on because as soon
as he's gone I'm gonna get naakked again.  Just stay in the
kitchen when the pizza gets here 'cause I'm gonna shed these as
soon as the door is shut."
     Dale took a swig of his beer.  "Craig, can I tell you
something?"
     Craig was hesitant.  "Uhnn. sure?" not knowing where this
was going.
     "This is the best day I've ever had in my life.  I'm so
comfortable around you and I almost feel that we've known each
other forever, even though we just met this morning.  What we did
earlier just felt so right.  I've wanted that to happen before
but just never had the guts to try to find someone.  Do you know
what I mean?"
     Craig was ecstatic.  Did this mean that this studly hunk was
going to be his new boyfriend?  He thanked God.
     "Dale, I need to tell you something, too.  I've been with
four other guys when I was in college.  Not much happened.
Mutual jerk-off sessions with two of them.  Another guy came on
to me, but he'd had a lot to drink and I ran the other direction
as fast as I could go.  The other guy was so scared that somebody
was going to find us that he couldn't even get hard.  I have not
had much experience.  Most of what I know comes from reading some
of the gay monthly magazines.  The stories in them are supposed
to be fiction, but I can see where some might be true."
     Dale said, "I think we are about the same place.  I went out
with one guy who tried to put the make on me.  I really wanted it
to happen, but he was scared and had too much to drink.  He
passed out right after we got to his apartment.  The other one
was really strange.  He was on the maintenance staff at Western
Junior College.  He was married and all he really wanted to do
was watch me jack off, or he would jack me off.  I couldn't touch
him.  He had the idea that if I didn't touch him he wasn't being
unfaithful to his wife.  As soon as I got off, he disappeared."
     Craig laughed.  "Guess he was one that I didn't meet.  Geez.
There are sure some 'queer' people out there?  At least you and I
know what we want and managed to find it.  At least. I think so.
right?"
     "All I know is that I want to get to know you better and
explore the things we can do with each other and to each other.
I think we want the same thing, don't we?"
     About that time there was a knock on the door.  Craig was
prepared to pay for the pizza delivery and answered the door.
The delivery person was a young boy about 17 or 18 years old and
couldn't keep his eyes off Craig's body.
     Dale was just adding grated cheese to the salad as Craig
walked into the kitchen with the pizza box.
     "Great timing.  How's your beer?"
     "Almost ready for another one.  I'll get it.  Are you ready,
too?"
     "Two swigs left."
     Dale pulled plates and salad bowls from the cupboard, then
stepped back to give the salad another toss and added Italian
dressing.  Craig opened the beer and they helped themselves to
the food.  It both smelled and looked good.  Tony D's definitely
had the best pizza in town.  Medium thin crust with lots of
hamburger and sausage chunks, green pepper, onions, mushrooms, a
scattering of pepperoni and thick sauce, plus at least three
kinds of cheese.  The most expensive in town, but definitely well
worth the price.  The chains didn't compare.
     They took their plates to the living room where Dale set up
TV tables.  True to his promise, Craig shed his pants again.
Dale didn't know whether to eat his meal or stare at Craig's
wonderful naked body.  He tried to do both.
     "Forgot napkins," Dale said, suddenly getting up.  "Can I
get you anything else?"
     "I'm fine for now, but will need more pizza in a minute.  I
didn't realize I was starved."
     Dale returned from the kitchen with two large paper napkins,
handing one to Craig.
     They ate in silence, and then Craig said, "I love the
avocado in the salad.  Nice touch.  I wouldn't have thought of
it.  Are you ready for more pizza?  I'll be glad to get it."  He
stood up as Dale nodded his head in the affirmative.  Craig
returned with the box and Dale helped himself to two more slices,
as did Craig.  Then he carried the box back to the kitchen.  He
came back with the salad bowl.  There wasn't a lot left, but they
split that, too.
     Dale smiled at Craig, asking, "Did you really want to see
the house?"
     Craig giggled like a giddy schoolgirl.  "Not really, but it
was the only way I could think of to get to be alone with you."
     "And. in my pants?" laughed Dale.
     "Definitely that, too, but I figured I'd have to get in the
house first.  It would have been a little embarrassing to simply
ask you for a date in front of Marty and the rest of the guys."
     "Point well taken.  It might have been a little awkward,
wouldn't it?" Dale replied.
     "All I want to see is your bedroom again.  We have to make
sure the sheets really need to be washed.  No need to make extra
work for you without the reward."
     Dale laughed.  "I certainly had the reward. not doubt about
that."
     "I think I was the one who got the reward, but I'm not going
to argue about it."
     They leered at each other and Craig asked, "Are you about
ready for another reward?"
     "I don't know what we might to do top that, but I'm ready,
willing. and I hope. able!"
     "Oh, I have no doubt you're able.  I'm sure you are willing
and it probably won't take much to get both of us ready.  He
looked at his crotch, then Dale's.  "I think we're getting
'ready' now."
     Dale could tell that his cock was coming back to life.  That
last remark from Craig caused a twitch and a tickle in his groin.
     Both were through eating, their plates were empty.  They
stood up at the same time and Dale took the plates and empty beer
bottles, asking, "Can I get you anything else?"  He stood in
front of Craig.
     Craig folded the TV tables and put them back in their rack.
"Yeah, but not with your hands full of dishes, hee hee," he
giggled.
     Dale wiggled his eyebrows at Craig, and then turned to go
back to the kitchen.  Craig was right behind him, lightly running
his fingers over Dale's fuzzy buns.  Dale was in a teasing mood;
he stopped and wiggled his ass at Craig.
     Craig ran the fingers of his right hand lightly between
Dale's cheeks.  Dale stopped again, saying, "I'll give you five
minutes to stop that," and laughed while wiggling his butt again.
Craig followed him into the kitchen and as Dale dropped the empty
bottles and napkins in the trash, then moved to the sink; he put
his arms around his waist, kissed back of his neck, and then
grabbed a furry pec in each hand, giving it a good squeeze.  At
the same time, his tongue did a dance on Dale's shoulder.
     It was all Dale could do to remain standing upright.  His
knees were weak.  He almost dropped the plates in the sink, but
was able to set them down gently. with great concentration on his
part.  Craig, still behind him, pressed his groin against Dale's
butt and wiggled his hips as he pushed forward.
     With great effort, Dale rinsed the two plates, then turned
around and found Craig's mouth with his own.  They ground their
crotches together, both at almost full erection.  Thirty seconds
later, they were as hard as earlier.
     Dale pulled back.  "Before we go any further, I need to
rinse out the salad bowl and dry it.  You can put the pizza on a
plate.  There's plastic wrap in the second drawer here, then put
it in the fridge.  The box can go in the trash basket under the
sink.  Ok?"
     "Slave driver!  Stopping the fun so you'll have a 'happy
kitchen'.  I should report you to the authorities."
     "If they take me away and lock me up, then you're on your
own to get off again."  Dale doubled up with laughter.
     Craig said, " That's what I love about you.  You always have
a quick come back."
     Both quickly finished their simple kitchen tasks and rinsed
their hands at the sink.  Dale handed Craig the hand towel
hanging next to the sink.  They dried their hands, Dale hanging
the towel up.
     They turned to each other, wrapping their arms and lips
together.  It was a long kiss, their hands all over each other,
up and down backs, arms, chests and faces.  Meanwhile, their hard
dicks were rubbing together between them and getting slick with
the precum each was producing again in quantity.
     Both were reluctant to turn loose of the other, but there
was a better place to do this than standing in front of the
kitchen sink.
     This time, Dale turned Craig around, shoving him toward the
bedroom, pinching his ass cheeks as they walked.  Craig was
elated.  There was going to be a "Round Two".

     (To be continued)
* * * * *
Author's Note:  This is my first attempt at gay fiction, and the
only way I can learn whether or not I should continue is from my
readers' feedback.  I would appreciate your comments, criticism,
suggestions, and anything else that you would care to say.  All
Email will be answered.  If you wish to receive e-mail
notification of subsequent posting, please let me know by sending
your request to the e-mail address below.  Contact me at:
tulsadriller7@aol.com

Thanks for the overwhelming response to previous chapters.  I
received positive replies from all over the world.  My special
thanks to RW, whom I've known for many years and value his
suggestions.  Also for the proofreading help of Paul Daventon,
author of  "Turning the Page" found in the "Adult-Friends"
section of Nifty.  Please read it.

Read my other new story in Nifty "Beginnings" called "Route 66
Tour".