Waiting for You

by Kasey Croshaw

  “Well, hello young lady,” Josh said, reaching out to shake her little hand.

  “Are you a depady?” she asked.

  “I sure am,” Josh answered.

  “Cool, Uncle Nick is gonna be a depady too,” Amber said.

  “Uncle Nick?” Josh said, giving me an evil grin.

  I just shrugged and smiled back.

  “I guess I’m not saying anything out of turn then, but Sheriff Jim told me that you two were back together, told me you didn’t want to make a big deal over it,” Josh said. His face was flushed red. “Truth is, I didn’t ever say anything, but I’m in the same boat as you two.”

  To say Dave and I were surprised was an understatement. Josh never gave any clue about being gay. The news made me happy, and I could see Dave measurably relax at that admission.

  “Are you with anybody special?” I asked quietly.

  “No, not yet, I hope I will someday. You two were just lucky to find each other,” he said.

  “Thanks for telling us, that took balls,” Dave said to Josh, giving him a fist bump.

  Josh shared with us that Sheriff Jim was very happy to have me coming to the Department. There were only twenty deputies for a county larger than the State of Delaware. We would have a large territory to patrol, but it was also the least populated area of the county at about 18,000 citizens. Sheriff Lassiter had been elected to change the Department and make it more citizen-oriented. He had hired several females at the jail and three female deputies. Apparently, Josh and I were part of Sheriff Jim’s plan for changing the good ol’ boy culture with the Sheriff’s office.

  Dave was joining the conversation and asking Josh questions about attending the academy and what I could expect. There was a blast of squelch from Josh’s radio, and he reached to his shoulder and pressed the button on the mic. “Luker. Show me en route North Highway 89, over.” Then there was another blast of squelch and the disembodied voice of a female dispatcher, “Copy that, over.”

  Deputy Luker stood, placed his black cap with a gold star on the crown atop his head, shook our hands and left us to have dinner. That brief interaction with Josh made both Dave and me feel better about my decision to become a deputy. The bonus was that we had an old friend as a new friend and in a new context. Things were working out well.

  Leaving Amber with her grandma, I drove Dave’s truck and headed out Highway 30 toward that clearing in the trees where we had our first. I looked over to see Dave smiling back at me.

  “A trip down memory lane?” he asked.

  I nodded and reached over for his hand. When I finally stopped, Dave was all over me, kissing and touching me everywhere. He had me so worked up that I thought I was going to blow my load in my pants. Shoving him back against his seat, I attacked him mercilessly, giving him what he needed. Unbuckled, unbuttoned, unzipped, I slid my hand in to find the treasure that I wanted. It was a throbbing hardness of man-meat. I fished his cock from the confines of his jockeys. My mouth explored the object of my desires. The first time we had done this, the experience was rushed, and our inexperience made it awkward, not so tonight. I knew what I was doing. I wanted to make him feel as good as possible, giving him the sensations that I also craved. The feel of his hot hardness in my mouth was making my manhood throb with anticipation. Dave’s breathing was heavy and halting as he moaned in ecstasy. His hands were on either side of my head, keeping me in place and rhythm. The motion of his hips up and down was making it easier for me to bring him to the pinnacle, but this time I planned on making it last.

  I pulled away and moved my lips across his and whispered, “Do you like that?”

  “Uh-huh,” he answered.

  I kissed along his jawline and up to his earlobe which I took between my teeth and nibbled. “Do you want me to stop,” I whispered in his ear.

  “Na, no,” he said haltingly.

  “Do you want me to continue?” I said.

  “Yes. Yes, Nick, please,” Dave mumbled. I could tell his sexual tension was high and he needed a release.

  I went back to giving him head and felt him pushing his hips up to push in further, deeper, harder. My hand was inside my pants toying with my own hard, wet cock. Long, slow licking and wet sucking lips were bringing Dave closer to the edge. His leg muscles flexed and his breathing rate increased. He was there. I felt his body tremble and his dick convulsed and spewed his juice. Finishing his orgasm, he pulled my head up. “Too sensitive, gotta stop.”

  We shared a long open-mouthed kiss, our tongues battling one another. Dave repeated my actions and went down to indulge my needs. It was fantastic, wonderful, amazing, and a host of other superlatives. Of course, neither one of us knew what we were doing, but practice makes perfect. Dave gave me what I wanted, and I loved him for it. I felt him gag a couple of times until he got into a good rhythm and it didn’t take long before I shot my load into his accepting mouth. My breathing was erratic as we kissed and embraced one another.

  “I love you, Nick,” Dave said in the silence of the dark truck cab.

  “I love you, too, Dave,” I answered in all sincerity. “If you moved in with me, we could have this every night.”

  “I know, and I’m ready now. Sorry, I held out for so long, but I wanted to assure myself that you wouldn’t leave again. Now that you are making long-term plans to stay, I’m ready to give myself to you,” Dave said confidently.

  “I understand, and I’m ready to give myself to you. I promise I won’t leave you again,” I said. Sure, I knew in my mind that I would be going away to the police academy for three months, but I would be home every weekend to spend it with Dave. I also knew that I really would never leave him. My heart and my love belonged to him.

  The roar of the Hemi engine and the headlights brought the solitude of the clearing to an end, and we headed home. I went in the house with Dave. He ran upstairs to get a change of clothes and his shave kit.

  Georgia was chasing Amber around the living room to get her to go to bed. I reached and caught her in my arms and tossed her in the air, making the little girl squeal with delight.

  “Put me down, Uncle Nick, I don’t want to go to bed yet,” Amber said as she squirmed.

  “But you have to go to bed, sweetheart, so you can come to my house tomorrow and spend the day,” I said.

  “Hooray!” she screamed, “Can I go swimming in my pool again?”

  “Absolutely,” I promised.

  Dave came running back down the stairs with his stuff and kissed Amber on the cheek as I handed the little girl to her grandmother.

  “Drop her off when you go to the café in the morning,” I told Georgia.

  “Thanks, Nick, and you boys behave yourselves tonight,” she said, giving us an evil grin and a wink.

  It was great knowing Dave would be spending the night. We’d already gotten the sex part out of the way and could just relax with one another. Once we got his things put away in the bedroom, he sat on the sofa, and I sat on the floor in front of him, unlaced his boots and pulled them off. Next, I had him stand up in from of me so I could unbuckle his pants. I let his work trousers drop to the floor. He had unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it from my torso, tossing it aside. Soon we were both stripped down to just our jockey’s and entangled in full-body contact, and, God, what a body he had. It had me aroused just being near naked in his arms.

  “Fuck, Nick, I haven’t seen you like this since wrestling squad in high school. You look fantastic, rippling muscles, hot body, and handsome as hell,” Dave said, smiling at me.

  There was a flash of headlights through the curtains in the front windows behind the sofa. I pushed Dave down on the sofa. The only light in the trailer was on the television, and I quickly turned it off with the remote control.

  “Who is it?” Dave asked.

  “Don’t know,” I said, trying to peer as I raised the curtain a bit to look out. The crunching of the tires on the gravel stopped, and the car backed out of the drive and left, but not before I saw that it was a dark
colored, older, Chevy Impala. I couldn’t make out the tags in the darkness.

  “Stay here for a second. I’ll be right back,” I said making my way quickly and quietly to the bedroom. I came back carrying my Ruger, loaded and ready.

  “Nick? What’s going on that you need to have your pistol drawn?” Dave asked nervously.

  “I’m sorry. This is our first night together, and then, this shit starts up again,” I said.

  “What shit and what do you mean again? Something happened before,” Dave asked.

  “I’m not sure. It could just be kids horsing around, but last week, I woke up to the sound of gunshots outside this window,” I told him.

  “And you think it was whoever was in that car,” Dave said.

  “It probably was. I didn’t get a good look at the car last time. They had it parked down on the other side of the bridge where that half-assed trail goes down by the creek. I think it was two guys by the sound of the voices. They probably thought the trailer was still empty because I still didn’t have any electricity, but tonight they probably saw the light from the TV and your pickup parked out front,” I said.

  “No doubt that they know the place is occupied, they won’t be back,” Dave said confidently.

  “You’re right. Let’s have a beer and watch the news,” I said with a laugh. I clicked the safety back in place and took the Ruger back to the bedroom. I had taken to keeping it on my nightstand at night, but with Amber staying with me during the day, I locked all the guns in my old bedroom. I retrieved two beers and settled on the sofa with Dave resting his head on my shoulder.

  We had finished our beers, and I flicked off the TV and locked the front door. It took a few minutes to figure out which side of the bed we each wanted. Kissing and cuddling under the sheet only enhanced our youthful lust, and we were soon naked. We writhed in one another’s arms. The foreplay was fantastic. I never dreamed sex could be so arousing and fulfilling. Dave was an easy lover, and I aimed to give him his due pleasures. While we didn’t go beyond oral gratification, I knew that I had been right about who I was and also about Dave. It was a natural attraction for me to be with him and for him to be with me. There would be no guilt about how things had turned out.

  Hot and sweaty and exhausted from the pure physicality of two young men having sex, we fell asleep. A loud pounding on the front door brought us both out of sleep mode. I looked at the clock on the night table, 5:45 a.m. I also saw my Ruger still laying there.

  “That’s gotta be your mom with Amber. Take my gun in the bathroom with you and get showered and dressed. I’ll get Amber settled in, and then, I’ll lock up the Ruger,” I said, handing him my Ruger. I jumped up, pulled a t-shirt on and a pair of running shorts. I watched Dave’s hot ass scramble into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

  Sure enough, it was Georgia with a little girl sleeping in her arms. “Come down to the café for lunch, and I’ll fix the both of you a little something,” Georgia said handing Amber over to my care. The little one didn’t fuss when I laid her on the sofa and pulled one of my mother’s afghans over her. I found Dave in the shower singing an old Waylon Jennings’ song. It made me laugh at his attempt to be musical. I don’t think either one of us could hold a tune, but he was enjoying himself. It was nice to hear him in a happy mood. I thought about joining him, but we had Amber in the other room. I didn’t want to take a chance on her waking up and coming to look for us.

  Clearing my throat to get his attention, I told him that I was taking the gun and locking it up. Gary could probably order a gun safe for me. Carrying a service weapon, I would need one to be safe. I knew Dave knew how to handle weapons. He and I had gone out hunting several times when we were in high school and one of our past times was target practice with pistols. He would have to keep his weapons locked up as well, with Amber being in the trailer.

  I had a pot of coffee made when Dave came out dressed for work. He declined the coffee but gave me a very romantic kiss goodbye. He cemented the deal by telling me he loved me. Now it was just Amber and me for the rest of the day. Until then, I hadn’t realized how much I missed work, having something to do, and feeling satisfied with a job well done.

  Amber and I had a bowl of cereal when she finally woke up. Then, the two of us headed over to Ace is the place to get a gun safe ordered. Amber was in the toy aisle when I caught up with her. She was eyeing some items that I figured she probably wanted.

  “Okay, Amber, you pick out five toys that you want, and I’ll buy them for you, but you have to leave them at my house, so you have something to play with when you stay with me,” I said.

  “Uncle Nick, how many is five?” she asked.

  “How old are you?” I asked.

  Amber held up four fingers. “I’m this many.”

  “And how many is that?” I asked her.

  “Four,” she said confidently.

  “So, if you add one more that is five,” I told her.

  She was off like a shot. No doubt, she had been eyeing some of these toys for a while. Amber handed me each selection as she gathered her prizes. Having paid for the items and departed Ace is the place. I decided we would stop at the library for a couple of books for Amber. She was at the age where she could start learning to read, and I had some time on my hands to get her started.

  The town library wasn’t very large, but the young lady at the front desk engaged Amber about wanting to learn to read. With the young ladies help, Amber picked two books to start her lifetime of reading. I figured this would give her a little help before she started kindergarten next year.

  Stopping at a little house on Alpine Street, Amber looked out the car window. “Hooray, we’re going to see Grandma Great,” she screamed out. I had been having Sunday dinners at Grandma Baker’s since I was a kid. Grandma Betty, aka Betty Baker, was a fixture in town and called Grandma by everyone.

  Betty was Georgia’s mother and Amber’s great-grandmother, hence Amber’s name for her, grandma great. Betty was pioneer stock and a hard working woman, passing that trait to her daughter. However, Georgia did not take to Mormonism the way that Betty did. Betty was a good LDS woman, a widow, and an excellent cook, although, I wouldn’t much trust Betty with a secret. The woman did like to gossip, and she knew all the dirt on everyone in town. The fact that her grandson, Dave, and I would be living together in sin would be shared with the other churchwomen in town. That fact didn’t bother me. The folks here minded their own business and let you mind yours. As long as you were kin, they let you live your life without interference.

  Georgia was a good example of that ethos in our hometown. A divorced woman with kids, owning of a bar and cafe, and worked at running her own business was antithetical to Mormon doctrine, but everyone liked Georgia and gave her props for raising her kids all on her own. She was a continuation of that hearty pioneer stock. I was determined that Dave and I would be the same and do right by the folks living here.

  “Amber, honey, come give me a kiss,” Betty said cheerily from where she was seated at the table. “And Nick, good to see you this morning. I hear you’re going to be a Deputy.”

  “Yup, sure am, Grandma Betty,” I said proudly. “Word travels fast.”

  “Well, you know I have the best connections in town,” Grandma said with a smile. “You know we Mormons don’t drink coffee, so I can’t offer you a cup, but I do have Kool-Aid in the refrigerator.”

  “Yes, please,” Amber said.

  “For me too, please,” I said. Grandma Betty got up and poured us all a glass of cherry Kool-Aid.

  “Before you hear it from anyone else, Dave is moving in with me,” I told her.

  “Good, it’s about time. My grandson waited long enough for you to get back from the Army,” she said, almost scolding me.

  “I’m surprised at you, Grandma Betty. I thought your church didn’t approve of our lifestyle,” I said.

  “Oh posh, those old men don’t know everything. Dave is my grandson, and I’ve known you all your
life. Being gay is who you are, and nobody should give a darn about it. I know I don’t. I love you two boys and always will, and as long as you love each other, that’s all that matters,” she said in deep consideration of the situation. “No, I have bigger worries, like this little one’s mother,” Betty said motioning with her head toward Amanda.

  “I warned Natalie that getting mixed up with that man was bad. Now, Lord knows where she is. Poor Georgia hasn’t heard from her for almost a year. Georgia has nearly killed herself with worry and taking care of… ,” Betty said, again motioning with her head toward Amanda.

  “I know. It’s sad. Do you know much about her D-A-D-D-Y?” I asked, spelling it out so Amber wouldn’t know what I was asking.

  “Not really. It was some guy that was a friend of the Jones boy. Cleet? Yeah, Cleetus Jones, you remember him, always in trouble, ended up going to prison about the time Natalie went missing,” Betty told me.

  “What are you saying about my mommy?” Amanda asked, having picked up on hearing her mother’s name.

  “Nothing sweetie, we were talking about your daddy,” I said.

  “Grandma says he’s a dick,” Amanda repeated what she had said yesterday about her father.

  “Your grandma said he’s an addict,” I corrected her.

  I could see that Grandma Betty was trying not to laugh, and so was I. We changed the subject.

  “My friend, Mrs. Larson, you remember Claire, she picked me up on Sunday for Church. She’s got gout something terrible, course she’s also got the diabetes, and that doesn’t help. Her husband passed on about the same time as your mom,” Betty said. “Anyway, Claire told me that the man was older. It seemed strange for Cleet to be hanging around with the guy. Cleet is your age, and Claire said this guy was easily in his late thirties, or older, said he looked like a drug addict. I’m sure that’s why Cleet was friends with him. I’m sure that’s the guy that Natalie ran off with” Betty said.

  “Interesting,” I said, dropping the subject. “I noticed that your lawn needs mowing, Grandma. Do you want me to come back this afternoon and take care of it for you?”