Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2006 04:57:23 -0500 From: Neco Subject: Mesa's of New Mexico - Gay Male "Young Friends" This is my second attempt at posting here. I wonder if it is right or not. Be that as it may, this story includes scenes of a sexual nature including young boys. Please avoid it if it is illegal to view this material in your community. MESA'S OF NEW MEXICO by: NECO Chapter ONE Five o'clock. It was mid-summer and the sun set later and later as the season ripened. The sun was still high on the horizon when the black junker rolled down the long dirt road. Will Road was the only way to get to the old ranch house, from Villa, the nearest town of any size in southern New Mexico. It was long, and snaked around the plateau-like rock formation called Mesas. Andrew, or "Andi" as he preferred, sat quietly on his porch steps, straining his eyes trying to catch a sign of a car. There it was coming from the north-west, a wave of dust rising from where Will Road should be. Andi had sat down on the porch early that morning before the sun had peaked above the flat jagged horizon. He finally had something to look forward to: someone was coming. A guest you could say. A visitor, and Andi was more excited than he could remember. He had heard the news a month earlier, right about the time school was ending. The phone had rang and Mira answered, "Hola residencia de Collin." Andi knew enough Spanish from Mira to understand greetings and limited conversations. He knew she answered with "hello Collin's residences." The person on the other line was obviously confused, for after a few odd looks from Mira, the phone was handed to him with,"Aqui, para usted." "Uh, 'ello...err hello?" Andi hoped his faint accent didn't come through. He wasn't fond of it and it wasn't native to him anyway. Andi's normally neutral face changed to a small, then wide smile. "Wait...yea, yea, let me get mom... I said wait!" And half jumped half threw himself over the sofa, tumbling over it. He caught himself with one hand and one leg, the other hand holding the telephone, and the other leg still on the sofa. He clambered up the stairs on all fours, and swung himself onto mother's bed by grabbing hold of the door frame and sling shotting himself in. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" She didn't so much as look up from the dozen papers sprawled out in semi-organized piles on the bed. "Phone!" Andi shoved the telephone at his mother, his arm fully extended in order to reach over the papers scattered over the double bed. Mother glanced over the top of her wire frames papers still in hand. As soon as she had the telephone she cradle it between head and shoulder and picked up another pile. "Doctor Collin's speaking." "Oh, hi Carol...it feels like forever...i know...can you believe its only been four months?" On and on she would go with the pointless banter... catching up and making Andi wait. Patience was something he was good at, except with a matter of this nature. He wanted to know the answer! "...things are great...well the project is going well...not exactly, we've hit a snag...well it seems like the site experienced some contamination, probably grave robbers back when the Spanish were here..." ten minutes later mother had set here papers down and was staring out the window, the telephone in one hand, the other hand propping up the first. Occasionally she would pace from the window to the middle of the room, stop and lean against the dresser, then move to the south window, then back again. Andi watched this cycle twice before getting too pent up with mixed excitement and boredom to continue lying on the the bed, his feet dangling over the foot board. It was growing hotter and hotter every day and the only thing this house was good at was becoming as cold or as hot as its environment. Truthfully the house had other qualities that should be mentioned, its amazing ability to drip water when there was no rain, its large collection of big bugs, the vast array of strange noises - especially at night. But enough of this, he was entirely too hot to continue thinking about Mother, the phone, or how many cracks were in the ceiling. He had to get cool. He rolled off the bed onto his knees, shook his head as the blood rushed away, and got up and left the room. It was the time of year where it was cold in the morning but by midday it was hot. Andi wore a long sleeve shirt and coveralls. The coveralls were a new addition to his wardrobe. It was something he'd never seen much of previously and he really liked them now. He had three. they were simple to use and he loved the pockets. He went to his room and disconnected the shoulder straps, and un-buttoned the long sleeve. The loose nature of the coveralls made it difficult to remove the shirt and keep the pants up. He was in the habit of spreading his legs to hold the pants tight until he could see to them, but most of the time they fell as far as his knees. He had worn boxers back in his old town, mostly because everyone else did. He proffered the close fitting briefs, to the loose boxers. Since the move he had switched back, he didn't really notice the change. Andi had been given the family nickname of "Undi" instead of "Andi" in reference to his casual nature toward being seen in his underwear. So ensued the following pattern, Brhet came out of her room heading for the stairs, her room right across the wide hallway. Any one's view would be directed into Andi's room especially when the door was opened. Brhet looked up from the book in her hands, she stared. Andi was busy with the last buttons on the shirt and noticed nothing. Brhet glanced down the hall towards mom's room, then biting her lip looked back at Andi. She scanned up his frame from his pants at the knee, up over his bubble butt and down again. Andi wrestled with shirt till it came off, and in the course lost his pants entirely. Brhet blinked and stepped forward quickly, hooking the back of his underwear and gave it a snap. Andi was embarrassed and at times like this he felt eight all over again. He never considered it strange that his sister might approach him this way. They had always been close, they shared a room till Brhet was nearly twelve, then she moved to the basement and he was left alone. It was there that he formed his personal boundaries, however small. However, he like wearing very little, the same way some kids watch cartoons all the way through middle school and never grow out of it. He just became more self conscious about it being pointed out. The threat gone, he stepped out of the coveralls, slid off the briefs, and began to pull back on the coveralls, when he was again interrupted. "Put your underwear back on," it was Mother at the door, the deactivated telephone in hand. She leaned against the door frame, arms crossed. Andi was again startled and pulled up too fast and tripped over himself, toppling over, and fell over. His front was turned toward the door. "MOM!" Andi yelled, "Knock first okay!" He still sat tangled, despite his best efforts. His mother came over and put a hand to his red face. "Stop struggling," she said more quietly. Andi folded his arms, frustrated and looked away. There he sat naked, while mom undid the knot he had made. When she finished she tugged the coveralls over. "Andi, look at me," "I'm not wearing clothes..." he trailed off. He was less uncomfortable than he seemed, he was more moody about being surprised twice. After all Mother saw him naked all the time. Brhet too, actually but not as much. "First, since when do you care about that, second the answer is yes, and when, after school lets out, third, if you are going to wear the coveralls, put the underwear back on." She had said half of two and Andi was already pushing her back with a hug, his troubles forgot. He ran downstairs and hugged Brhet from behind "Neco's coming, Neco's coming, NE-CO's coming!!" Andi hollered as he went streaking through the house. Brhet made a show, yelling and calling mom to do something about "Undi" but really didn't care, it wasn't unwelcome attention. Andi may have become eight again, but Brhet was still sixteen.