by Max Vos
“Then I got the biggest shock of all. Matt told me that he loved me not only as his father but as a man. That he’d been wantin’ that to happen ever since he was fifteen. He then told me he was in love with me and always had been. He’d fantasized that we’d be together like that and we’d be a couple. He confessed that he had tried to not think about it and had done his best to get over it, and he’d attempted to date other guys, but he couldn’t get it out of his mind. Said he even tried to date older guys who looked like me, but that didn’t happen for him either.”
“It ended up with Matt breaking down sobbing, and holdin’ onto me in that cheap motel room bed, beggin’ me not to push him away. Kept tellin’ me how much he loved me and that he’d never leave me, if I would let him stay. It broke my heart to see him in so much pain. I can’t describe to you how torn I was right then. I wanted to give him what he wanted, as any parent does, I guess. On the other hand, I felt it was wrong and that it would only screw up his life— both our lives.”
[Carl had been looking off across the field, lost in thought during this last part.]
“Eventually, he fell back asleep holding onto me like I was a life raft or somethin'. I think I was so numb at that point that I also fell asleep. I woke up hearing the shower runnin’. A few moments later, my son comes out, drying his hair with a towel, naked. We’d never been shy about bein’ nude around each other, after all we’d lived alone most of the time after his… mom died.”
“This time it was different though. I was looking at my son as a man. A sexual being. A man that I’d had sex with. I was so conflicted right then.”
“He caught me looking at him which made him smile. I don’t know if you’ve noticed it or not, but Matt has one of those smiles that could melt ice. I’ve yet to meet anyone who can deny him anythin’ if he turns up the heat with that smile of his. He walked over and kissed me gently like a lover, not a son. Then his stomach growled loudly and we both busted out laughin’. It had been a running’ joke at home that he needed to be fed like an infant, every two hours. That boy could put away some food. Still can. He pulled me out of bed, pushin’ me towards the shower, saying we needed to eat before he passed out from malnutrition.”
“We went to IHOP where he cost me a bundle on breakfast.”
Carter Roberts: “That’s a pretty intense story.”
Carl Foltz: “It was a lot more intense being there, trust me. I’ve gone over it many, many times in my mind. I still think about it sometimes.”
“Hey, guys, lunch is on. Hope you’re hungry!” Matt had come out on the porch smiling at both of us, and I knew then that his father was right. That boy could get just about anything with a smile like that.
“Let’s eat,” Carl said as he stood up, grinning at his son, his lover, his partner. I watched closely trying to figure out if he was looking at him as a son or a lover. I came to the conclusion that it was a little of each, or a lot of both. I suddenly realized that I no longer felt turned off to this story.
Chapter 3
LUNCH WAS AMAZING. Matt went all out for the meal. There was a lot of food on the table, but that didn’t last long. I’m a city boy, a gay city boy at that, and I was always trying to watch what I ate and go to the gym religiously. Watching these two big men eat was astonishing. I saw what Carl meant when he said that Matt cost him a fortune at that IHOP. Never had I seen any one person eat so much as Matt did in one sitting. On the other hand, Carl wasn’t that much further behind him.
Carl must have noticed my amazement. “I told you he could eat, didn’t I?”
“You ain’t no slacker there either, old man. You eat almost as much as I do, so don’t even start.” Matt looked over at me. “You should see our grocery bill sometimes. It’s a good thing we grow a lot of our own food.”
I held up my hands, palms out, indicating that I wasn’t in this. The last thing I wanted to do was to get between these two giants. Either one of them could have crushed me like an insect, never mind two of them together. Even sitting down they looked abnormally large, at least to me. I noticed Matt’s hand as he had shoveled strawberry shortcake into his mouth; it was almost comical how small the fork looked in his big paw.
“Carter, we’d thought we’d have most of the day free, but unfortunately that bull isn’t gonna wait. We gotta get that fence reinforced now. I was able to patch it up, but don’t wanna put it off for too long. Why don’t you come along and we can give you a bit of a tour ’round the place while we’re at it. Of course, we can talk a bit more too,” Carl said as he got up from the table carrying empty plates to the kitchen.
“Um…. Sure, I guess that will be all right. I only booked a hotel room for last night, but I’m sure they won’t be sold out for tonight. Oh, I’ll need to call the rental car agency also, to let them know I need to keep the car another day as well.” I got up, picking up a few plates to carry into the kitchen.
“Here, here don’t go tryin’ to help. You’re company.” Matt tried to take the dishes out of my hands as I stood up.
“Hey, I’m no lazy bum. I can help.” I stood my ground as I turned my back to him, keeping him from taking the empty plates from me.
“There ain’t no need for you to drive all the way back into Louisville just to sleep and then drive all the way back out here. Hell, that’s over three-hundred miles round trip and that’s just wasteful, not only the gas but your time as well. Why don’t you just stay here the night? That way you’ll have most of the evening to finish up what you need to get done.” The noise Carl was making as he rinsed off the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher didn’t obscure his voice as he spoke.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea. We can grill up some of those steaks, don’cha think, Carl?” Matt asked his father, calling him by his first name. This wasn’t the first time I’d noticed this. That was a question I was going to address when it was his turn to interview alone.
I hadn’t planned on staying the night, but I wasn’t opposed to the idea. Making that drive back wasn’t something I was looking forward to and I really didn’t want to do it at night. All those small two lane roads and making those sharp hairpin turns on roads that didn’t have street signs was even less desirable. “I guess that would be okay if it isn’t putting you guys out or anything.”
“Not a problem at all. It isn’t often that we get the chance to have overnight visitors. Hell, we don’t get visitors that often at all, much less for overnight,” Matt said.
“Well, since that’s all decided we don’t have to be into too big a hurry. Why don’t we sit out on the porch for a few minutes and let lunch digest a bit before we tackle that fence, huh?” With that, Carl started for the porch, not waiting nor expecting an answer.
“Okay, old man, but can’t sit for too long if you wanna get that fence hooked up using that solar station,” Matt called after the older man already out on the porch. “Sheesh but he sure can put off things.” Matt smiled affectionately.
Matt handed me my glass, freshly refilled with lemonade and what looked like ice water for himself. He motioned for me to go on out on the porch ahead of him. On the porch, Carl was already sitting and rocking in one of the rocking chairs there. Matt and I took two others. Just as Matt and I settled into the other two chairs, Carl let loose with a huge belch.
Matt took of his CAT ball cap and swatted his father with it. “Ain’t you got no manners a ‘tall?”
“Nope, don’t need no manners out here. Why we live out here, ain’t it?” Carl grinned real big.
“I swear, ain’t never gonna grow up, are ya?” Matt was trying to look taken aback, but he wasn’t pulling it off very well. Turning to me he said, “I don’t know what I’m to do with him. Can’t seem to teach him any manners no matter how hard I try.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at the two of them. In a lot of ways they reminded me of a straight couple I’m friends with back home in Atlanta. I could see this exact scenario playing out with them as well. It was done with fun and goodw
ill but showing a lot of love while doing it.
While we sat there finishing our drinks, they told me about the farming that they did here. How the primary source of their income was coming from a special breed of cattle, Piedmontese. I learned how much in demand it was and how it wasn’t like Black Angus, where just any old cow that was black could be certified as Angus. These had to have a paper trail not unlike dogs do in the American Kennel Club. This type of cattle was supposed to be more tender, have less fat, and was in some ways actually good for you, or as good for you as red meat could be.
With our drinks finished, Matt stood up and held out a hand to his father/partner, who took it, and pulled him up. “Come on, let’s get to work so we can call it a day. The sooner we get it done the sooner you can sit on your ass and have a beer!”
“Best watch that tongue in your mouth there boy. You still ain’t too big to whip, ya know.” Carl pushed Matt in the back, propelling him forward. Matt just chuckled.
They led the way to the truck that Carl had driven up in before lunch. “Short people get the middle seat.” Matt ruled.
I climbed into the cab of the pickup. Carl started the truck up, and then Matt climbed in beside me telling me to move over some more. When Matt sat down, I was squished between two sets of broad shoulder, massive arms, and a lot of body-heat coming from both of them. Matt must have noticed how cramped I was, and put his arm behind me, across the back of the seat. This did give me a little more room, but it also opened up his underarms. The smell from him hit me like a door slammed into my face. Damn, he smelled good. Raw and masculine, but clean with just a hint of fresh sweat.
As we were driving, Matt and Carl were discussing the things that they would need to work on the fence and I continued to smell the both of them. What I noticed was that they smelled a lot alike, but slightly different. While Carl had a citrus-tanginess to him, there was also an earthiness there as well. Matt had that same kind of citrus smell, but there was a sweet musk coming from him, making it distinctly his own. It was all very erotic to me suddenly. So much so, I felt a tingle in my crotch, which started to alarm me. The last thing I needed was to get an erection while sitting in between these two hunks.
We pulled up in front of what appeared to be a barn, but they were calling it a workshop. Once inside I saw why. There were a couple of work tables set up with various tools lying about. A table saw and other floor standing tools in the middle of the room and many other tools hanging on the walls. Matt immediately picked up a box and carried it out to the truck. When he came back in, Carl took out a toolbox to the truck. Both came back in to get other supplies that they were going to need for the job.
“Hey, Matt, where are those wire strippers and connectors we had the other day?” Carl asked as he was bent over looking in another toolbox.
“Right where you put them after the last time you used them,” Matt replied. Matt walked up behind Carl and started playing with his backside.
“Best you cut that out, boy, or it’ll be awhile before that fence gets done.” Carl’s voice was muffled.
“Might be worth it. Might be just what the doctor ordered,” Matt teased. He was rubbing Carl’s butt with both of his big hands, letting one of them slide between his father’s legs, rubbing his crotch.
“Now, boy, don’t go startin’ something we can’t finish. Now stop and help me find them strippers!” Carl stood up, slightly aggravated. Once he turned around, Matt wrapped his arms around him, put him in a bear hug, and kissed him hard and deep. I couldn’t believe that he was doing that with me standing right there. It was one of the hottest scenes I’d ever seen.
Matt pulled his head back with a big ‘Mmwoah’ smacking sound. “That should hold ya till later,” he said, flexing his eyebrows up and down like Groucho Marx.
“Would you let me go, you over grown mutt? Now where are them strippers and connectors?” Carl tried to push Matt away from him.
“Here they are, right where you left them after you fixed Ferd’s fence!” Matt pointed right behind Carl on the top of workbench, laughing.
“We gonna get this fence fixed or not. At the rate you’re movin’ it’ll be dark before it gets done,” Carl grumbled.
With all the things they needed, we all piled back into the truck. It was taking everything I could do to not get hard. With the kissing scene still fresh in my head, the pheromones filling the cab of the truck, and my having not been laid in who knows how long, I was as randy as an old goat.
Carl drove across a field, up to the front of a fenced area, and stopped the truck. He and Matt got out and I scrambled out after Matt. What I saw when I looked up was a huge bull charging right at me. “Oh shit!” I jumped back in the truck and slammed the door. The bull pulled up short right up to the fence, snorting and pawing the ground. Carl and Matt were laughing their asses off. Sliding across the seat of the truck, I got out on the driver’s side.
“Very funny, you guys. How was I supposed to know he’d stop at the fence?” I was not amused. Actually, I was a little pissed off.
“Ahhh, come on now, Carter,” Matt said as he pulled me to him in a sideways hug. “I know you didn’t know, but you have to admit you screamin’ like a girl was pretty damn funny.”
It was terribly hard to be mad at someone who was literally beaming a killer smile down at you with the most incredible eyes. I shrugged him off, “Okay, you’ve had your laugh at the expense of the city boy now.”
They both laughed again, but in good spirit, and got about their task. I tried to be helpful, but decided I was more in the way than I was helping, so I stood back and watched the two men do their thing. They made a great team. Anyone could see that they had worked together for a long time, each sensing what the other would need without speaking.
Seeing them working together, I not only saw the love between the two of them, I could feel it. It struck me then. I had come here with the same bigoted attitude as someone who would hate me for the simple fact I was gay. Feeling my face flush, my hands shaking, I took stock of myself and I didn’t much like what I saw. I was no different than that preacher from the mid-west with his signs, ‘God hates fags.' Me, of all people, had come into these two men's lives with prejudice and preconceived notions. Anyone could clearly see they loved each other fiercely. Who was I to judge anyone’s relationship? Especially since I’d never had one myself. Embarrassed by my own thoughts, I knew I was going to have to have a serious self-butt kicking session. Re-evaluation was indeed in order.
It was hot when I got there, but the afternoon sun was bearing down on us and it was almost unbearable standing around with no shade. No sooner had I completed that thought then Carl stood up and stripped off his shirt. Matt saw him do it and followed suit. With each of them stripped to the waist, sweating and working side by side, it was every gay boy’s fantasy come to life. Their muscles were flexing and rippling as they moved.
Curly sandy-brown hair covered Carl’s chest, with his large pointy nipples standing out proudly. His pectoral muscles were well defined and tight. His stomach was what I’d been working towards for what seemed like forever and never achieved. It was also covered in that thick fur that disappeared beneath the top of his jeans. His shoulder muscles and lats looked like something from a men’s magazine that you find on the tables in barber shops. I always thought that those were airbrushed in, now I knew different. Carl’s, however, was from hard labor, not from some gym.
Matt was equally muscular without the hairy chest. He did have a slightly furry tummy, which looked like something you wanted to reach over and tickle. Again, I noticed the similarity in their looks. There was no mistaking that they were related, and being father and son made sense. Each man had worked up such a healthy sweat that the backs and fronts of their jeans were now damp. I had enough material for some serious jack off fantasies to last a lifetime. Damn, they were making me horny, or I should say hornier. That thought pulled me up short. Would I do anything with them? Because I knew that they were father
and son, would that turn me off? Looking at them all hot and sweaty, I knew that answer was no. I’d do either one or both in a heartbeat.
“Hey, Carter, you wanna grab us a couple of those bottles of water in that cooler in the back of the truck?” Carl called out, standing there wiping the sweat off his face with his recently discarded T-shirt, looking like a wet dream come to life.
I hurried over to the back of the truck, stood on the back bumper, leaned over and got three bottles of ice-cold water. Jumping down, I walked over to hand them their cold drinks. Each of them chugged down the chilled liquid. Watching their Adam’s apples bob up and down was even sexy.
“Thanks, Carter. You’re mighty handy to have around, might just need to keep ya,” Matt said grinning, which almost turned into a leer. That startled me. Carl busted out laughing, and then soon so was Matt. I must have blushed three shades of red, which only made them laugh harder.
With the water gone, they both went back to work. It wasn’t long before Carl stood up, walked over behind Matt and swatted him hard on the ass. “I’m done with my part, what about you there, sweet cheeks?”
“Ow, that fucking hurt!” Matt turned around to confront Carl, but he’d already taken a few steps back making Matt stumble a bit as he was swung out to hit Carl in the midsection.
“I may be older than you, boy, but I’m still faster!” Carl laughed as Matt stumbled forward, missing him by a mile.
“Oh yeah?” Matt charged at Carl and Carl sidestepped him at the last minute, turning as he did, and pushed Matt on the back. Matt nearly went down, taking several long steps to recover his balance.