by Caldon Mull
At one time this must’ve been a lumber mill. This was one of those places where you could never feel crowded in. A couple of the boys waved and greeted others and moved off, and the space around us got emptier and quieter. Alex and Bobby pointed to the Honey Sisters at the bar and waved to them before sauntering over.
Dean and I looked around. “We get a booth?” He suggested.
“Yeah. Let’s.” We walked past five or six until we found one near the fire that was empty. We stood outside until we caught Marks eye and waved to him and Shane. They waved back from the bar and we went inside.
“There’s a sign outside, just flip it to “round” an’ we get served here. I leaned around and twisted the board. “They’ll cost about a dollar extra to come here, but they generally quite good.” Dean ran his hands through his hair.
“S’Ok,” I grinned “I’m flush. Not that thirsty neither.”
As we were speaking a pretty girl in a frilly skirt parted the bead-curtains. “Order?”
“Yeah, a draught Beer, thanks.” Dean smiled at her, she twitched her shoulder, smiled.
“Two, then.” I grinned.
She glanced at me under her eyelashes, “Every time you flip the board, I bring two draught Beers, and take another order if there’s anythin’ else, yeah?”
“Great.” I flirted with her, “then you bring the bill to me when we done, OK?”
“Big hunky guy with beanie” she smiled, writing “If you lose the beanie?” I took it off, my hair cascaded down “then big hunky, hairy guy” she grinned, flounced out.
“Man, they dig you!” Dean muttered.
“What you mean?” I tucked my beanie back on, tugged it over my ears.
“Chicks… well, everyone.” He pouted.
“I don’t know man, I’m just… me.” I shrugged “Half the time I don’t notice who’s who.”
“That’s what kills me. You don’t even try.” He shrugged.
“Here you go, guys.” the waitress appeared magically parting the beads.
“Great. Thanks …Maggie.” I read her name off the label on her breast.
“You’re welcome.” She smiled prettily and jiggled off.
“See what I mean?” Dean sipped the froth off his draught, hand parting the beads to watch her walk.
“Maybe you’re the one trying too hard.” I shrugged.
“Yeah, well…” Dean sighed.
“Well, you got a box seat.” Mark leaned in.
“C’mon in, buddy” Dean shifted up.
Shane and Linda started sliding my side while Mark and Jase slipped in next to Dean. “Hey, y’know…” Shane started to introduce Linda.
“Hey, Andy.” Linda giggled.
“Hiya, Baby.” I smiled at her. Shane looked stumped.
“We’ve met before.” I smiled at him, “Anyone drinking? Still my round.”
“Nah, we all just got.” Jase raised his glass “To the jinx-breaking game of the season, long may the run last.”
“Amen to that.” A chorus echoed around the table, we all clinked glasses.
“An’ more of the same tomorrow.” Mark added.
More clinked glasses. After that, the conversation broke into eddies and I brooded about other things, hardly paying attention to the conversation. Linda and Shane were whispering to each other, grinning. A more private conversation masked by our general one. Jase, Dean and Mark had got all enthused about tomorrow speculating on who they had with them and what their plans were and how they were different. Most of the names meant nothing to me. I listened with half an ear.
“Who won?” I asked in the middle of a thought about work.
“Oh, um… Dry County three touches to two.” Jase blinked “We got the best points spread so far this weekend.”
“Shane, would you flip the board?” I leaned forward “Anyone else?”
Maggie appeared shortly after and I made nice with her. Jase, Dean and Mark were barely restrained testosterone bombs leering at her, but she ignored them and took the order. Shortly after that, the drinks were sliding over the table. Linda whispered something to Shane as I sipped the new glass, and wiggled past him. Shane looked up at me, looked down at his hands and took a sip from his glass.
Jase was in the middle of a long story full of windmill arms and squeaky voices and the other two were in stitches. I grinned at them, watching them relax and have fun.
I saw Shane still looking at me out of the corner of my eye. I moved for my drink and he looked away. I decided to just let him be. Sighing, I realized I had no idea what was going on with him and me and I may as well forget about it.
“Where’s the gents?” I inched along the bench towards Shane, he stood up, swigging his drink.
“Me too.” He put it down on the table “Follow me.” I climbed off the bench and followed him. We walked around the room past the bar and kitchen and through a door. There was a corridor with lights on and we walked down it.
“Geez, ain’t this a maze.” I muttered.
“Ain’t it just.” Shane agreed, then stopped at a door. “I think this is it.” He opened it for me.
I ducked my head and walked into a small room. It was more of a storeroom than a john. In fact, it was a storeroom. Linda was sitting on a table with a drink in her hand.
“I was startin’ to worry I’d been stood up.” She smiled, stuffing a bottle of something into her purse. The room smelled acrid, chemical sweet.
“We’re here, baby.” Shane closed the door behind me, blocking me. He put his hand firmly on my shoulder and steered me closer to the table. “Both of us, like you asked.”
“An’ here I was thinking you’d chicken out.” Linda’s eyes were like pinpricks. Whatever she had taken wasn’t doing her any good. She undid her blouse buttons slowly, swinging her leg over the table edge. She wasn’t wearing panties, and was humming to herself happily.
Shane’s hand was painful on my shoulder. He looked uncomfortable.
“Shane!” I smiled tightly at him “A word, please.” He glared at me, but leaned closer. “What’s this?” I whispered angrily.
“What it looks like?” He muttered, surly.
“What you boys talkin’” Linda didn’t look up from her buttons.
“Nuthin’ baby, just peckin’ orders.” I smiled over at her.
“No worries, saw a movie once, I got places.” She smiled to herself.
I turned back to him, hand on his bad shoulder, squeezed. He winced “You and me gonna have a great friendship if you just learn to fuckin’ ask me stuff.” I ground my teeth, angry.
“Yeah, um…” he looked over at Linda, licked his lips. I decided there and then. “C’mon, let’s do it.” I let go his shoulder, he dropped his hand off mine.
“Hey Baby, how ya doing?” I walked over to Linda, slipped my hand onto one of her breasts, kissed her hard, French. I reached out for Shane’s buckle and pulled him closer against the table, his cock was hard under my hand. I undid the buckle for him, one handed.
“Buddy, you do the rest.” I told him as soon as my mouth was free.
I scooped a hand under Linda’s ass and felt how wet she was, picked her up. Her legs curled around my waist. I turned her around and walked to where Shane was sliding his pants around his ankles. His fat cock throbbed against his groin. I grabbed her hand and rubbed it over his cock.
“Ohmigod!” she crooned into my ear. Putting one hand over her snatch, and another under her breast, I flipped her around, facing Shane. Guiding her, I placed her hips on his waist, pushing his shirt up to expose more of his skin. She grabbed him and started licking his body wildly. He closed his eyes and groaned. Both of them were starting to leak all over his clear skin, but she was balanced enough not to slide off him. He had a grip on the edges of the table that turned his knuckles white. No one was going to slip or fall or hurt themselves just yet.
Looking at Linda’s tiny orifices bobbing in front of me, I shrugged and mentally corrected myself. Neither Shane nor me would g
et hurt tonight, bets off with Linda, though.
His eyes opened and he watched me as I snapped my buttons and shucked my belt. I reached over and got an emergency Trojan from my wallet, bunched the skin as far forward over my throbbing cock as I could and rolled the latex down my shaft. It didn’t cover more than two thirds my length. I must stop getting imports, the damn thing was way too snug. I started to stroke her back and kiss her neck while I slipped my hands between them and rubbed both her and his nipples with both side of my hands. He hissed between his teeth as she continued her tongue bath of his chest and belly. I slipped the rubber into their mingling juices, until the already lubricated outside was slick as hell. Satisfied, I grabbed both of her hip-bones and pulled her down his body until his cock was rubbing her swollen wet lips.
“Ah.” “Oh” they both groaned together. I grinned at him and he smiled back. His pupils were huge in his blue eyes. I rubbed my thumb on the underside of his cock, smearing more cunt-juice on it and he shuddered, nipples hard and beaded.
“Here we go…” I whispered as I pressed down on her hips. His dick-head slipped in, but then her pussy started to stretch around his huge shaft. She squealed, her legs trembled and she farted. I slipped my finger into her ass and started to stretch it. She was very tight. I slowly pushed down more and her hips bucked and then… she shimmied down his pole, all of a sudden. Sweat was pouring down his face as he reached his good arm around her and cupped her ribs.
“Ah, Yeah…” he groaned.
“Hold still.” I muttered as I slipped my dick against the bottom of his, getting more of their juice on it. I pulled out my finger and pressed the head of my cock against her tiny pink pucker. I heaved it forward.
Linda writhed and made all sorts of noises, but I still wasn’t in. I stepped forward, bracing my thighs against the inside of his huge legs and pressed again. The head crammed in, her ass fought back. I hung on and kept the pressure up. After a few deep breaths, I pushed again and popped her seal, rammed in to about a third my length.
“Oh… it burnsssss… sssso good…” Linda moaned. I was running with sweat myself. I blinked my eyes clear. Shane looked at me, lips slightly parted, panting. The pink tip of his tongue glistened wetly between his teeth. I could already feel his fat shaft push against mine. Only a thin layer of Linda lay between our cocks. I took a deep breath and pushed again, slipping into her just above the end of the rubber. There wasn’t any more give in her. She wailed like a cat on heat.
His and my balls were pressed against each other, slipping against our sacks, rubbing slickly with the wetness oozing out of everywhere. I leaned forward, placing my arms either side his barrel chest, under the pit of his bruised shoulder.
“You call it, buddy.” He whispered throatily “I’m stuck, a bit.”
Linda was bobbing and twisting like she had a fit or something, but she was well and truly impaled. I slipped a hand down to twist at the base of his dick, rubbing her bud between my fingers, and set up a pumping motion with my hips that pushed into her rather than shunt in and out. With each pump, I could feel the underside of his cock press against mine. A couple of minutes and my knees started to tremble. Shane was breathing heavily, and sweating freely, watching my expression. Linda slammed into an orgasm, sucking for air like a two-stroke. I twisted her clit some more and pumped the base of his cock. It was heating up. He was close.
“Jus’ wait a minute…” I rode out Linda’s contractions breathing rapidly while her insides milked at us both. His massive thighs started to tremble against mine. I leaned back and grabbed the twitching hipbones, pulled back for a long stroke and lifted her pussy up his shaft. He hissed, six-pack rippling. Linda squealed, I swear she was still having the same orgasm. I figured I’d throw in a couple more.
I slammed her cunt down his dick and thrust with my cock at the same time. The feeling was electric for all three of us. Her pulsing inner rings were like castanets on our cocks. I lifted up slowly, rubbing my middle finger against his rock-hard cock and her clit-bud. I slammed down again. It was like we were fucking each other, like he had a pussy. The thought made me crazy- hot. Linda on the other hand, was just getting the best fuck she ever had.
“Ahhh! I’m hanging…” He rumbled “Jus’ do it, already!”
My toes were going numb, I figure go for broke, and slammed her hips down once, twice … third time the charm and…
I don’t remember much of the next few minutes. It was explosive, I lost all sense of me in a blaze of lights and a buzzing in my ears. I came to slumped over Linda’s back, my head on one of his sweaty chest muscles. His left nipple was in my mouth. His heart thudded like a jackhammer under my lips. I pulled my head away, it looked as bruised as the rest of his shoulder, now. I quickly took stock of where I all was and what I had done in the fireworks-time.
One hand gripping the rubber on my own cock, still inside her and the other hand wrapped around the bottom of his dick, my thumb pressing against her bud, and jammed up inside her. His wad was trickling down over my hand like a leak in a garden hose. His deep chest was heaving and he was still looking at me, blinking sweat from his eyes. Sweat ran down his face, pooling in the hollow at the base of his throat.
Linda was breathing raggedly, clinging to his shirt, moaning, but out cold in a post-cum coma.
I pulled my hand out from under her and sucked my fingers dry while he watched me. Eating his cum. I slipped off the Trojan and knotted it, put it in my top pocket. I took several deep breaths and did up my buttons, smoothed myself down.
“You take it from here?” I said huskily.
“Yeah… I got it.” He whispered.
“Good.” I shrugged, smoothed my beanie. “Remember to ask, for fuck’s sake!”
“Yeah… thanks, Andy.” He smiled weakly.
“You’re welcome, dude.” I grinned as I stepped out of the room and closed the door quietly. I retraced my steps back into the Bar room and headed around to the dance floor area. True enough, there was the sign for the ‘Cowboys’. I headed in and pointed my dick at the metal plate of the trough. I groaned as I pissed, it was really, really good. “Ah, Man.”
Halfway through I realized there was someone else standing next to me. He was staring, a lot of amazement on his face. Eyebrows, chin, cheekbones…
“Hey Will, just made it.”
“Fuck, Andy, you can make one for me like that.” He tried to joke his way out of being caught looking. I made a point of leaning over and getting a good look at his cut purple meat.
“Nothin’ wrong with that, looks right serviceable.”
“You just being gracious” He finished pissing, shook it a few times. Probably decided I caught him already, so what the fuck. He took another long look as he tucked his dick away and zipped up. “You don’t get many like that round here.” He shook his head, composed himself, grinned. “But I guess you heard it all before.”
“Nah, actually.” I slid the skin over my head, squeezing out the last drops. He watched mesmerized “You’re the first that’s said anything.”
“Trust me, that’s a sight.” He laughed, all charm.
“Thanks, Will.”
“Um. You boys playin’ the locals tomorrow?” He hung around as I buttoned up. I figured he was wanting to hang around with me for awhile and was fishing for a way to do it. Hell, let’s make nice.
“Yeah. Try and dazzle them, too.” I grinned impishly at him.
“Well, wish you luck.” He relaxed a bit, made his way over to the washstand the same time as me. “Not that you seem to need it, much.” He grinned suddenly “Though how you run at all with that thing looped around your waist beats me.”
“I don’t know about that, Will.” I rinsed my hands in warm water, found there was no soap. As I lifted my hands to the air dryer, I could smell fresh sex on my hands. Will had rinsed his hands and was standing behind me. I figured he could smell pussy on me, but didn’t know what it was or where it came from.
I guessed I had already ma
de a generous impression on his cock already, but he was still sorting it out in his head… if he ever did. The warm air blew past me into his face behind him. I nearly laughed, I wasn’t being fair.
“I reckon we could use some pointers, anyway. Still I hear you snatched away from them some. You try for the hat-trick, or were you just warming up?”
He laughed, I moved away from the blower, leaned against the wall. His nipples were beaded under his vest. He leaned forward, wringing his hands under the humming fan.
“Truth? I played my heart out ‘cause I didn’t want to be shown up by you guys.”
“You?” I laughed and took off my beanie, rubbed my still-sweaty hair and tucked it back again. “You, the star player? Not one of us are goin’ to be able to match your record this season.”
“Hey, man. That’s so cool” He grinned at the tangle of my hair, watched me smooth it, loop it and tuck it away “When you last cut it?”
“I think it was about nine years now.” I grinned, he was truly a likeable, friendly sort.
I started to walk slowly towards the door, he fell in step next to me. “But all of you are gonna score touches, whereas we only score what I score. That’s what’s gonna bite us this year, I think.”
“Maybe you right. Maybe not. We’ll see.”
“Yeah,” He looked at me “We’ll see.” I knew he was flirting with me, I just wasn’t sure if it was new-friend flirting, or if it was the other kind. I had got my rocks off spectacularly already, so I wasn’t in any rush to close a deal with him. He’d probably run a mile if I did try, so I thought I’d spend the rest of the time making him feel as good as I did.
“We got a booth, Will. You wanna join us for a round? It’s nearly my turn, anyway. We gotta shift leavin’ in a hour for the heavy sleepers an’ one again later. Dean and I book a place on the last one.” We reached the dance floor. It was quiet, slow dance time and the lights were low.
I thought I recognized a huge shape and a little one groping to the music.
“Yeah, thanks man. We finished for the weekend, so we all gonna stay fairly late anyway. We keen to watch you tackle local.”