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Chapter Four
Things had been going pretty smooth the last couple of weeks. I was getting the use of my hands back though I was still wearing these white cotton gloves to help keep them from getting infected. We were sleeping in late this Sunday morning. Gentry was going to court tomorrow for beating the shit out of those punks. I was awake before he was and lay looking at him for a long time, just studying his long eyelashes and the couple of days of stubble on his face. I turned and got closer to him and started gently running my tongue around the rim of his earlobe before sucking on the bottom of it. When I moved my focus down to where his neck and shoulder join, I could see there was already a bump forming in the covers. I scooted down and inhaled his furry pit and it caused my own bump to harden and expand even more. My tongue found his little nipple standing at attention and I playfully nibbled at it for a few seconds. His left hand came over and started rubbing my hair; he was fully awake now. I left the nipple and started making a trail though the fur down the middle of his body. When I got to his throbbing dick I just kind of ignored it and went around to suck a ball into my mouth and roll it around; one, then the other, back and forth until the little line of clear fluid started running down his shaft. He tapped me and whispered, "Turn around".
I repositioned so that my feet were laying under my pillow, expecting that we were about to have a major sixty-nine, but Gentry had other ideas. He pulled me over to straddle him and buried his face between my cheeks. He ate my hole like a starving man. It was making my dick jump like crazy. I took him in my mouth and impaled my head on him all way till my nose was buried in his hairy sack. What felt like half his tongue went into my ass. He pulled me off his cock and pushed for me to turn back around. I went back to the pillow and was about to turn on my back when he started mounting me from behind. We hadn't done it this way in a long time. I threw my legs as far apart as I could and he swiped a little dab of Vaseline on my hungry hole and started pushing. I wanted him so bad; I pushed out and about half his length popped inside me really fast; it kind of made me gasp. He stopped; I guess he was afraid he was hurting me. Fuck that! I was thinking, I pulled my knees under me enough to push back onto him. He made a little growling noise, and I knew I was about to take a pounding. He proceeded to rail the life out of me for about five minutes or so; his forehead laying on the back of my head. I could feel his hot breath blowing down my neck.
He pulled out and motioned for me to flip over. I got on my back, and he pulled up my knees and slipped back in me until he couldn't go anymore, then buried his tongue in my mouth as he pistoned inside me. My rock-hard dick was wedged between us, and I felt like I could cum with little to no effort at this point. He got up on his knees, never stopping his assault and grabbed hold of my aching cock and started stroking it. It was all I could take; about a minute of his attention and I blew all over my stomach. My hole was trying to clamp down and I felt him jam in hard and start shaking as he filled me up. He kept it up for a long time it seemed like before he finally pulled out and rolled over to his side of the bed. I reached over and found my dirty shirt on the floor next to the bed and cleaned up the huge load I'd just sprayed on my stomach, then reached over and wiped the shiny coating off his dick. He put his arm under his head and I moved over and laid my head on his chest, listening to his heart trying to slow back down.
"I love you so much" he whispered to me.
"I love you more" I said.
We drifted back to sleep for a while, until the sun came beaming through the window. I got up and made coffee and drank about half a cup before I heard Gentry relieving his bladder. A minute or so later he came in and got a cup of coffee and sat in his recliner next to mine. I'd opened the blinds to let the sun in and we saw when Billy came out. He usually rode his bike in the morning, but he hadn't been able to since his bicycle was destroyed by the assholes.
"We need to take Billy to Walmart" I told Gentry, he nodded in agreement. Once we got showered and ready to move, I went on the porch and told Billy to see if he could go to Walmart with us. He ran inside and was back out in a minute ready to go.
We picked up some groceries that we needed and casually walked through toward the area where the bicycles are. Billy split off from us and started looking at the models they had. He seemed to keep going back to a certain mountain bike. After a few minutes we headed toward the check out. Gentry "suddenly remembered something he needed" and went back into the store. Unbeknownst to Billy he was buying the bike and stashing it in the truck. Me and Billy went on to the register and started getting checked out. Billy kept looking around for Gentry.
"We're not going to leave him" I said, laughing. Gentry came out of the garden department carrying a bag of potting soil.
"Just had to get some soil to re-pot our plants" Gentry said, then winked at me.
"Well, let's head for home" Gentry said. I fired up the engine and went back to Shady Acres. When we got there, we took all the groceries in, and Billy started to go back to his house. Gentry called him back and said, "you forgot something".
"What's that?" Billy asked.
"There's a box in the bed of the truck that belongs to you, little man" he told him. Billy ran over to see what he was talking about. When he saw the box and figured out it was the exact bike that he'd been looking at his eyes kind of watered up a little.
"For real?" he asked.
"For real" we told him.
"Thanks guys!" he said giving each of us a big hug before taking off on the bike. Linda came out of their house, saw what was going on and said, "I'll repay y'all for the bike".
"No, you won't" I said, "it was kind of our fault his old one got trashed, it's the least we could do."
Knowing that she was not winning this one she just said, "Thank you guys".
The rest of the afternoon we helped Billy assemble the bike and then watched as he took off, happy as a pig in mud.
Gentry's involvement in the trial turned out to be a big nothing. After our lawyer introduced the picture of the burning garbage can, pictures of my hands, and pictures of the mangled bicycle things went downhill for the juvenile delinquents. Gentry's behavior was found to be justified; the two punks were sentenced to 9 months in juvenile lock-up at Mt. Meigs and their parents would be paying the bills for my doctor visits and my tailgate. After the trial, we went and picked up Linda and the kids and went to Fazoli's in Fort Payne to celebrate. It was a great night!
The following weekend work at the house went into overdrive. Gentry came home with a big spool of wire in his truck, and I was selected to help him wire everything (still wearing my sterile gloves, mind you) his electrical crew had not gotten when they were there. I was mainly bringing him outlets and light switches as he did his thing. I kidded him I was ready to start working on my part.
"What's your part?" he asked. I explained that when I was in my 20s, I used to hang drywall.
"Well hell, why didn't you say you were an expert drywall hanger?" he asked.
"Because I'm not, but I do know how to do it" I said, "What do we still have left on the wiring?"
"The 220V still has to be run for the clothes dryer" he said, "other than that just the outside outlets and lights."
We worked till way after dark using the battery powered work lights he had. When they started to dim, we loaded up and quit; it was close to 11:30. Sunday morning we finished up the wiring. The plumber was supposed to finish up the last of his work Monday, then we could start buttoning everything up. We cleaned up all the little pieces of plastic and wire we'd dropped during the wiring job and made sure everything was reasonably clean then went back to the trailer for the rest of the afternoon.
I got us each a beer and we sunk onto the couch. Not long after Billy came in, no knock or anything, and wedged himself into the space between us. We both were a little smelly since we'd been working half the day. I raised my arm to the back of the couch behind his head. When Gentry figured out what I was doing he did the same. Billy was sitting in a fog made of faded deodorant and man funk; he looked happy as he could be. I could see his jeans were getting a little tight around the zipper. I leaned around him to kiss Gentry, putting my pit right in his face.
"I've got to go" he said as he pulled at his crotch, "I'm supposed to meet Jeremy in a little bit."
"Don't do anything we wouldn't" I kidded.
"Woo hoo!" he said without missing a beat; what a little smart ass.
I got up and followed Billy to the door so I could lock it this time. I started taking my shirt off on the way back to the couch. Gentry already had the button popped on his jeans; our little scene with Billy had us both revved up. I flicked my shirt at him, he caught the end, I pulled at it, and he got up and followed me into the bedroom. I dropped my jeans and underwear in one motion and stepped out of them and laid on the bed on my stomach, getting ready for a good pounding. Gentry, however, had other ideas. He turned me over onto my back and said, "You're topping, buddy, I'm just too tired right now" then he laid down it the position he just pulled me out of. I mentally switched modes, crawled over and pulled his legs apart so I could get between those buns and get to work. With my hands still fucked up I would have to all the loosening by mouth...or would I, I thought to myself. I went over to the closet and looked for my little wore out backpack full of toys and pulled out the old butt-training kit. The three plugs ranged in size from about the thickness of a finger to the largest that was nearly two inches across in the middle.
I squeezed a little KY into his crack and started working in the small one. It went in with no problem, so I moved on to the next one; it was almost the thickness of my dick. It was a little more of a challenge, but he was used to it after a few minutes. He was waiting for me to start in with the biggest one, but instead I crawled up and started nudging little Winslow into the indenture leading to his hole. I'm feeling resistance, but I keep up the pressure and I finally feel him push out and let me in. I let the head in and stop for a minute so he can get used to it. After a few seconds I start to slowly sink myself into that furnace until my belly is pressed up against his beefy thighs. He reaches up and grabs me by the back of the neck and pulls me down for a kiss and I start rocking my hips. I make love to him real gentle at first, that is until I feel him squeezing me his hole muscles. I figure if he's doing that he must want more. I pull almost all the way out and slam it back into him, then do it again several times. He's breaking out in a sweat and calling on folks I'm not sure he knows. I go into rapid-fire pounding as he squirms under me. I reach under him and pull up on his hips to get the angle where I want it and start to beat the crap out of his prostate. I immediately feel like I probably shouldn't have done that; my hands feel like they're on fire again. I guess I'll use the numbing cream tonight. It doesn't take long until he moans `Winslooo ohhh Goddd' and shoots a string of cum that hits the headboard, followed by more that leave pearly lines from his navel to his chest. The sight of his pulsing dick sets me off and I start unloading inside him. Once it slows down, I roll to the side and onto my back. We're huffing and puffing like we just walked back from Walmart. My hands are burning like fire itself, so I reach into the nightstand drawer and get the lotion and pull off the white gloves and start lathering it on. Once the burning subsides a little, I'm sleepy as hell. I look over and Gentry is already fast asleep. I turn off the lamp and join him.
I wake up when my phone alarm goes off. I look over and Gentry. Damn, he really needs a shower. He's covered in dried cum. I shake him awake and we get into the shower. He needs to be at work like now, and I need to be over at the house to meet the plumber. He jerks on his jeans and sniffs of a couple of shirts to get the cleanest one, then runs out the door.
This will be my first attempt at driving since getting my hands burned. I go out to get started and of course, the truck won't start because it's been sitting too many days without being started. Luckily, I see Jeff pull up and I get him to come jump me off so I can get on the road. By the time I get there, the plumber is already sitting at the gate waiting. He don't care, his $150 an hour clock is ticking. I get out and fumble with the keys...these fucking gloves...I finally get the lock open and flag him in. He has a set of plans, so he knows his assignment. I go and sit in the chair on the porch while he gets to work. It's so quiet here this morning, all I hear are the birds, the wind in the trees and the occasional "Son-of-a-bitch" from the plumber. Sometime around 11 I get up to fetch myself a beer out of the cooler in the truck. The plumber comes out, taking his break and I offer him one with the proviso that he don't get paid rate for sitting and drinking a beer with me. He chuckles and says "deal!" We drink and he finishes his beer and crushes the can and tosses it in the old 5-gallon paint bucket we have there for trash and then heads back to work. I'm getting kinda antsy from just sitting around so I'm glad when he comes back out right before 2 o'clock and says he's done except to hook into the main county water line and pressure test everything, but he can't finish that until the place has its certificate of occupancy. So, now it's up to me and Gen to get the inside finished and get the crew lined up to put on the siding. I take the bill and tell him we'll get him paid as soon as payday comes Friday. I follow him out and lock the gate before heading back to the trailer.
Driving down the highway, I see Billy on his bike up ahead, headed home from school. I go past him, then pull over to see if he wants a ride.
"Sure, thanks!" he says and between us we manage to get the bike up in the truck. He is acting kind of strange for him, so ask what's wrong.
"Nothin'" he says but keeps looking like he really has something on his mind.
"Look, kiddo, you know you can tell me what's bothering you. I may be able to help you with it" I tell him.
"Nothin's wrong" he says again, then he takes a breath and says, "Jeremy is one of them guys you was telling me about" he tells me sadly.
"Ohhh. I'm sorry" I tell him.
"I told him we had to have a two-way street or nothing, and he chose nothing" he said with water forming in his eyes.
"Damn. I'm sorry little buddy. I know it don't feel like it, but it's better for you in the long run this way" I say.
"Sure don't feel good" he says, his voice catching.
"There'll be somebody else, there always is" I tell him.
"Can I come over and sit with you?" he asks, "Momma won't be home for a while. She's working over today."
"Sure, you can stay with me, but what about Danny and Tessa?" I asked.
"They can play outside, and we can sit on your porch to watch them" he suggested.
"Okay, that'll work" I reply.
We sit and watch his siblings play and he quietly just leans over and lays his head on my shoulder. I rub his hair and try to make him feel better. I think about how alone I felt when I was his age, thinking I was the only kid like me around other than my cousin who just wanted to use me. I really felt bad for him.
When Gentry pulled up, Billy had fallen asleep on my shoulder.
"What's all this about?" he whispered.
"Bad day in the life of a gay kid" I whispered back.
"What happened now" he asked.
"He's discovered a user and been used by him" I said.
"Ohhh. Poor kid. Probably won't be the last one" he said, "Hope he can find him somebody that'll be good to him."
Billy started stirring.
"Oh, hey Gentry. Sorry for taking up all your man" Billy said.
"That's cool. You needed a friend" Gentry told him. Billy looked around and asked, "Where are the brats?"
"They went inside a few minutes ago" I told him.
"Oh shit...I mean crap. I better go check on them before the burn the place down!" he got up and ran inside.
Me and Gentry went inside to start some supper. Tomorrow was going to be a big day, kind of. I was going to go back in and try to work. My hands were partially healed, and I thought I could handle it now. I called and let my manager know I was going to try it. He said he would come by and check on me. We were both tired so after we cuddled for a while and watched TV, we just went to bed.
I woke up before the alarm again. Nothing unusual. I pulled on my basketball shorts and stumbled into the kitchen to make coffee and then took my cup into the dark living room. It felt pretty warm, so I changed my mind and went to sit out on the porch. Dawn was barely breaking, everything was gray. There was just enough chill in the air to make my nipples hard; I just ignored them. The birds started chirping nearby, it looked like they'd built a nest in the bushes by the end of the trailer. I was about halfway through my cup when Billy came out, I swear that kid was just an early bird like me. He walked over and sat down beside me.
"Maybe I should start drinking coffee" he said.
"Gets you going for the day" I told him. He sat quietly looking kind of down.
"Don't give up, yet" I tell him, "I promise you'll find somebody."
"Easy for you to say. You got somebody already" he said.
"You got any boys in your class that don't go in for sports? Eat lunch alone? Talk to the girls a lot but never have a girlfriend?" I ask.
"I don't know. I guess I've never paid much attention" he said, "Should I?"
"Hell, I don't know anymore. Back when I was your age those were some signs. Maybe not anymore. Definitely worth a try" I say. "When I was your age, we were outcasts. We always seemed to be by ourselves."
"That's how I feel all the time. Like some kind of freak" he said.
"I'll almost guarantee you there's another boy like you. He may be scared to show it, but I bet he's there" I said, "Just pay attention."
Our conversation was interrupted when the door opened, and Gentry came out with his cup of coffee.
"Are you trying to steal my man?" he asked Billy who just grinned and said "I gotta get ready for school."
Speaking of getting ready, we needed to do that too. It was 6:30 already. We sat our cups on the counter and headed for the bathroom. Gentry jumps in with me, he has to be at work by 7:00, I have till 9:00. I had a feeling this was going to be a long day, first day back and everything. We get dressed and Gen runs on out the door to make sure he's there on time. I throw some pop tarts in the toaster and have a second cup of coffee with them before I leave. I like to get there a little early to gauge the size of cluster fuck I'm going to have to straighten out now that the part-timer has been there for this long.
I park and go around back to go in. The first thing that hits me in the face is some kind of floral air freshener. Damn I hate those things! I track it down and promptly throw it in the garbage, then start to make some coffee. Today being Monday, I expect there'll be a bunch of people coming in. As if to prove me right, about the time I hit the start button on the coffeemaker, I see Mabry's truck coming crawling into the parking lot. I go and sit down and start bringing up all the necessary programs. I open the cash drawer and find jeweled hair fastener things and lip gloss. I pull it all out shaking my head and politely throw it on the other end of the counter.
"'Bout time you got back in here. That girl didn't even make no coffee" Mabry bitched as he walked to the bathroom to take his morning old man piss.
I halfway ignored him and continued what I was doing. I wasn't sure if I felt like his bullshit today. Regardless, he poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down to impose himself on me for a while.
"I been hearing that you're a queer" he said. It was about the same tone as if you were telling somebody you'd heard it was going to rain.
"I reckon so" I said.
"You don't act queer, Win. Why ain't you ever told me?" he asked.
"You never asked, well, that and it ain't any of your business" I reply.
"No, I reckon it ain't, at that" he said, and changed the subject back to bitching about `that girl' as if nothing ever happened. It was the weirdest conversation I'd had with him, and that's saying something.
A little later, Ms. Edna stopped in. She didn't have any breakfast with her today.
"Hey hun, I didn't know you were coming back today" she said cheerfully.
"I wasn't sure till Saturday myself" I told her.
"Well, dang. I'd of brought you some breakfast if I'd known" she said.
"I know you would, it's okay" I told her. She wanted to see my hands so I pulled off the white gloves long enough for her to get the idea.
"There ain't no call for anybody to do something like that" she said, "folks cain't help who they are." I nodded. News gets around fast in a small town.
"I got my grandson staying with me right now because the school his momma put him in wouldn't do nothing about kids bullying him for being...you know, like you." She told me. I guess the word `gay' was too much for her vocabulary. But, what she was saying gave me an idea.
"How old is your grandson?" I asked.
"Oh, he's gonna be 14 next week. He's doing good in this school so far but he still hasn't made any friends" she said.
"What's his name?, I have a neighbor who's looking for a friend" I told her.
"Shawn" she said, "Shawn Wilson. So, Win are you back full time now?"
"Yes, ma'am. I suppose I am" I tell her.
"Well then, I'll see you tomorrow morning, I got to run" she said. And just like that, she was gone again.
The rest of the morning went pretty calm, I spent my time doing a walkthrough and de-feminizing the property. I went to Jack's and got some chicken fingers for lunch then came back and almost fell asleep in my chair. Later on, I had one new rental and around 3:30 Billy rode up on his bike and came in to say hello.
I asked him if there was a new kid at his school named Shawn.
"Yeah, he started last week. He don't ever talk to nobody though" he said.
"I have a feeling you ought to get to know him" I told him, "He's staying with his grandma, she's one of my customers. Said he come to stay with her because of being picked on for being like us in his old school."
"Oh really?" he said, his eyes lighting up. "He don't look gay."
"How do gay people look, Billy?" I asked. That gave him something to think about.
"One more thing. Don't just come out and say anything to him. He's been bullied about it, so come on soft. Start by being a friend" I tell him. He looks like he's in deep thought, but he nods his head.
"He's good-looking" he says absentmindedly. "I better get him and watch the brats" he says and takes off on his bike. I feel like I may have just killed two birds with one stone. As he's riding off, Gentry pulls in and sits with me till 5:00 when I shut down. He says he don't like me being up here by myself when every nosey asshole in the town knows our business now. I told him I'm not really worried about it. I lock up and follow him home.
Everything goes okay the next couple of days, in fact, it's kind of boring. I don't see much of Billy till Friday after school. He comes riding up on his bike with some other kid and they come in.
"Hey Win, this is Shawn" he says smiling. He was right, Shawn is a pretty cute kid.
"Pleased to meet you Shawn" I say.
"Shawn is one of our kind of people" Billy says softly.
"Oh yeah?" I act surprised, "so, have you got a boyfriend, then?"
"I think so..." he says cautiously.
"You do, you dork" Shawn says a little more forcefully.
"Well good for you guys" I say. I see the truck pulling in outside.
"Shawn this guy coming in is Win's boyfriend" Billy says. Shawn turns his head as Gentry is walking in the door.
"Well, hey Billy, who's this handsome young man?" Gentry asks.
"This is Shawn, he's my boyfriend" Billy says, more confidently now.
"Hey Shawn, I'm Gentry" my other half says.
"I know all about you, Billy says you're a badass. He told me how you beat the shit out of those guys who ran over his bike and set y'all's stuff on fire. Man, I'd a liked to have seen that" he says all in one breath.
"He's my hero" I say, "key word `my'" I tell him. He just smiles and says. "Y'all are way too ancient for me anyway."
"Dang! I just went from badass to ancient in less than a minute" Gentry says lauging. "I'm about to head to the house, you want pizza tonight?" he asks me.
"Sure. Order it around 4:30 and it might get there by the time I do" I say.
"Okay. You guys want a ride to the trailer park?" Gentry asks.
"Nah, Shawn's granny lives the other way. I'm gonna ride with him over there before I go home" Billy says.
"Come back by here after you're done, and I'll give you a ride" I tell him.
"Okay. Bye Win. Bye Gentry" he says.
"Bye guys, nice to meet y'all" Shawn says. I can't help but watch the two little bubble butts as they pedal away.
Now that everybody's gone, I go out and sweep up trash again and then get everything ready so I can go home. I punch out at 5 and lock up and head out. Billy never did come back by, so I'll have to find out what's up with that later on. When I get in, the pizza's beat me there and Gentry has plates and cold beer waiting to go with it. We watch TV for a while and finally give up about 10 and go to bed. We're both tired tonight so we just go to sleep. That lasts about 4 hours. I get woke up about 2:15 and get up to go pee. When I get back, I have a very hard dick being eased between my cheeks. I get chills up my spine. I feel the dick retreat and be replaced by a wondering finger that seems to be coated with something slick.
A few seconds later I have Gentry's middle finger wiggling around in my poop chute. I try to act like I'm asleep but he's not buying it. I move my top leg up toward my chest which causes me to be a little more open and I can feel Gentry scooting over getting into place. He begins feeding his cock into my greasy hole. He goes in a little bit fast, and this is a weird position with both of us on our sides. I feel like this position would work better for the horse-hung porn stars, not us two average hung amateurs.
"Hold up slick" I tell him. I disengage and turn over on my stomach and spread my legs far apart. It doesn't take him long to figure it out and he gets onboard, slides in and begins to pump. I'm so tired, and it feels so good, I almost fall asleep until he starts to get close and is stroking so hard the headboard is slapping against the wall. I shift my hips a little and put him where he's riding over my prostate, and I can feel the juices start flowing from me. He keeps it up another probably 10 minutes and then I can feel his prick get a little extra stiff and he freezes and empties his load into me. He rolls off and we fall asleep.
I dream that Gen and me are in our new house and we invite the boys over. In my dream I get up to go the bathroom and I hear noises coming from the guest room, so I peek in to see what's going on. I see Billy on his back on the bed and Shawn is fucking the devil out of him. All of a sudden in this dream, I shift into the body of Shawn and I'm fucking Billy like crazy. I'm getting really close. Billy smiles and pinches my/Shawn's nipple and we push into him hard and start cumming so much. That's when I wake up in the puddle of cum I've shot all over the bed. I'm too tired to deal with it now, I get up and pee and get a towel to put over the wet spot so I can lay back down and sleep.
It takes a little while to get back to sleep. I'm kind of worried because I've never had feelings for kids. I'm not sure what to think. I turn toward Gentry and lay my head on his arm. He wraps the other one around me and I finally go back to sleep.
In the morning, when I get my coffee and go out on the porch, I notice there's two bikes by the neighbor's porch. Apparently, Billy has had a sleepover. Not sure how well that worked out when he shares a bedroom with Danny. It's still more dark than light outside. Gentry's followed me out with his cup; I'm slowly turning him into an early riser. He notices the extra bike too and comments that Billy works fast. I tell Gentry I had a wet dream. He apologizes that he didn't get me off, he says if he'd done his job the sheets wouldn't have been messed up, maybe so.
"I still ain't gonna kick you out the bed" I tell him.
The other unusual thing is Billy hasn't come to sit with us this morning. I guess his company made him tired.
Lambodara 3/13/23
Sorry for the delay. Better late than never, I guess.