Country

by Jeff Mann

  Lucas wrapped an arm around Brice and kissed him. Then he took Brice’s dwindled dick in his hand and squeezed it. Bending, he nuzzled Brice’s bare chest. “So you said you’re gonna do everything I ask, huh, Daddy?”

  “Yep. It’s your birthday. Everything’s possible.”

  “Good to hear.” Lucas nibbled a nipple, then sat back, took a drink, and folded his arms behind his head. “Why don’t you strip? Down to your boxer briefs.”

  “Whatever you want.” Smiling, Brice drained his glass. He pulled off his lumberjack boots and his socks. Standing, he shucked off his jeans.

  “Real nice. Leave your dick out now.” Lucas poured them both more champagne before moving over to the boom box he’d brought and flipping it on. Soft music filled the room.

  Brice smiled. “‘Where or When.’ That was my mother’s favorite song.”

  Lucas offered Brice his hand. “May I have this dance?”

  “I don’t dance. Uh, not real well.”

  “I’ll show you. I feel like leading tonight.”

  Lucas took Brice by the hand and encircled his waist. Brice shuffled backwards, feeling clumsy and overweight, but in a few minutes, with Lucas’s bearded cheek pressed to his, Lucas’s lips grazing his, he forgot his discomfort and simply basked in his lover’s closeness.

  “Ain’t you gonna get naked?” Brice whispered, nipping the smaller man’s earlobe.

  “Naw. Not for a while. Not till it’s time to sample my birthday cake.”

  “Cake? I’m afraid I didn’t bring any cake.”

  “Oh, you brought cake.” Lucas squeezed Brice’s right butt-cheek. “You got my birthday cake right here.”

  Brice halted. “Huh? You mean…?”

  “I mean…I’ve been thinking about the ways we’ve been together. We’ve shared ourselves, our bodies, in all the ways you said you wanted. All the ways but one.”

  “Yeah,” Brice sighed. “I’ve tried not to push. I figured when you were ready for that, you’d tell me.”

  “And I will. It’s just…’cause of all that happened…in prison…those guys…Eric….” Lucas rested his forehead against Brice’s shoulder and took a long breath.

  “I know, Lucas, buddy. I understand. I do.”

  “I know you do.” Lucas nudged Brice back into the dance. “It’s sort of the ultimate…giving, y’know? The ultimate trust.”

  “I guess so. And it makes sense that you’d still have some trust issues after….”

  “Yeah. But I’m almost ready. I’ve been fantasizing about you screwing me.”

  Brice grinned. “Yeah?” He patted Lucas’s trouser-covered butt. “Yeah?”

  “Oh, yeah. Thing is, I’ve been fantasizing about something else too. I was thinking…it’d make it easier for me to trust you in that way if…if you….”

  Lucas slipped a hand down the back of Brice’s briefs. “If you went first. Y’know?”

  “Aha.” Brice paused in the dance for a moment before moving with Lucas again. “I get it. My butt is your ‘birthday cake,’ huh? Is this the special gift you were talking about?”

  Lucas looked up at Brice and gave him an impish smile. “Yep. It is indeed. I been planning to cruelly ravish you for weeks and weeks now.” Lucas’s finger slipped between Brice’s furry rump-cheeks. “What d’you say?”

  “Uhhh. Well. Like I told you before, it’s been a while. I never enjoyed it before. And you’re mighty big. But….”

  Lucas lifted his hand, slipped his finger into his mouth, moistened it, and then returned it to Brice’s butt-crack. He probed gently. “Go on.”

  Brice pressed his hard-on against Lucas’s hip. “I guess being with you…. I feel so much for you that….”

  Lucas’s wet finger found Brice’s hole and stroked it. “Yeah? Go on.”

  “Uhhhmm,” Brice sighed, pulling Lucas closer. “Yes, Lucas. Yes, you can fuck me. I told you I’d give you anything you wanted. I meant it. I trust you to treat me right. If anyone can teach me how to enjoy getting plowed, you can.”

  “Fantastic.” Lucas kissed Brice on the chin and pushed his fingertip against Brice’s hole, inserting the slightest millimeter. Brice jolted and released a guttural groan.

  “I’ll going to make you feel real fine, big Daddy, I promise. We’ll take our sweet time. Does that feel good now?”

  Brice closed his eyes, leaned against Lucas, and wrapped his arms around the boy’s back. “I-I…. Yes. Yes. Yes, it does.”

  Lucas wetted his finger once more before delving into Brice a little farther. “You want me to keep going?”

  Brice nodded. The feeling of being entered, albeit only by Lucas’s finger so far, was far more pleasurable than he’d imagined. The enjoyment was intensified considerably when Lucas took Brice’s cock in hand.

  The two men circled to the music, Brice slowly humping Lucas’s hand and Lucas gently finger-fucking Brice’s butt. “Where or When” came to an end, and then “Not A Day Goes By,” and then “Time After Time,” and still they circled, both of them breathing heavily. Brice squirmed against Lucas’s hand, trembling as the boy dug deeper, finding and probing his prostate.

  “Oh, God, Lucas,” Brice moaned, his groin grinding against Lucas’s loins. “That f-feels super. No one’s ever touched that…spot inside me before. It’s like…a cross between a throb, an itch, and pure ecstasy. You’re driving me fucking crazy. I feel like I could come any minute. My balls are aching.”

  “Ummm.” Lucas shifted the angle of his arm and burrowed a millimeter deeper, evoking another gasp from Brice. “Ummm, your hole is so sweet. Soooo sweet. You’re getting kinda open now. I think it’s time you said, ‘I’m ready to get fucked, boy. Take me into the bedroom and fuck my ass, boy.’”

  Brice trembled against Lucas and pushed his butt back against his hand. “Ohh. I, uh….”

  “Say it,” Lucas huskily ordered.

  “I, uh, I’m ready to get fucked, boy. Take me into the bedroom, boy, and fuck my ass, boy.”

  “That’s right,” Lucas said, slipping his finger from Brice’s ass only to lead him by his erect cock across the room and into the bedroom.

  “Get those briefs off. Now get on the bed. On your back. Lean back on those pillows. Good. That’s right. Good.”

  Once Brice had positioned himself, Lucas leaned over and kissed him on his moist brow. “You enjoying this? You want some more?”

  Brice lay back, looked up at Lucas, and fisted his cock. “God, yes. I sure do. You have me so turned on.”

  “Good.” Lucas took his duffel bag off the dresser before pulling an armchair to the foot of the bed. He pulled out a tube of lube and lobbed it over to Brice before settling into the chair.

  “Okay, finger your butt, big man. Get it good and open for me, okay? And look me in the eyes while you do it. Look down here between those furry legs of yours and give me a show.”

  “Y-yeah. Okay. Okay.”

  Lucas pulled off his shirt and sat back, grinning. Brice worked the first two knuckles of his right forefinger up his ass while jacking himself with his left hand.

  “Beautiful. How’s that feel?”

  “Ummm. Pretty good.” Brice eased his finger in and out. “It felt better when you were doing it.”

  “I’m just trying to get you all relaxed down there so it won’t hurt when I fuck you. Check this out. Uncle Phil fetched me this from Florida.” Lucas pulled a dildo from his duffel bag and tossed it onto the bed. “For just this purpose. It should help break you in.”

  “You want me to…?”

  Lucas’s lascivious grin broadened. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. “Ohhhh, yes, I do. And I want to watch. I want to watch until you think you’re ready for the real thing. And when you’re ready, Brice my man, I’m going to give it to you so slow and so sweet you’ll think we just entered Eden together.”

  BRICE SWAYED ON HIS ELBOWS and knees, the dildo buried in his ass and his rump up in the air, just as Lucas had ordered. A trickle of sweat ran d
own his temple. He squeezed his cock and bowed his head.

  The mattress sagged as Lucas climbed onto the bed behind Brice. The boy’s thighs nudged Brice’s further apart. The boy’s hand pushed at Brice’s lower back, angling him a little lower.

  “You ready for this?” Lucas murmured, running a hand over Brice’s back, brushing his lips over Brice’s right buttock.

  “Yeah, I think so.”

  “And you want it? For real? Not just as a way to get up my ass eventually?”

  Brice looked back, taking in the sight of the lean youth kneeling behind him: his red-brown beard, warm gray-blue eyes, muscular torso, and large, hard cock. “Yeah, I want it. Give it to me, Lucas. Teach me how to love it. Teach me how to love you inside me.”

  “You got it, Brice buddy.” Lucas took the base of the dildo and fucked Brice with it for a good minute before pulling it out and positioning his own condomed cockhead against Brice’s hole. “Okay. Here we go.”

  Lucas pushed against Brice’s well-lubed entrance. Brice winced as the boy’s cockhead slipped inside him. Hands gripping the sheet, he gave a hoarse groan.

  “Hurt?”

  “A little. Uh. Not bad. The finger-fucking and the dildo really made a difference, I think. Gimme a minute.” Brice took his own cock in hand and stroked it.

  “Okay. I think I can take a little more. Gimme a little more.”

  Lucas slid his cock another inch up inside Brice. Five minutes later—five minutes of Brice wincing, Lucas easing a little farther in, Brice flinching, Brice nodding and sighing and encouraging Lucas to continue, Lucas kissing Brice’s shoulders and soothing him, Brice reaching back to spread his butt-cheeks, Lucas encouraging Brice to relax, Brice stroking himself, and Lucas thrusting ever so slowly, ever so softly—the entirety of Lucas’s cock was buried inside Brice.

  Lucas bent over, resting his torso on Brice’s back. Slipping his arms around Brice, he worked his nipples and kissed his shoulder blades as he thrust slowly in and out.

  “Feel good? I’m all the way in.”

  “Yeah, I can tell. I’m full up with you. Uhhh! I’m full up with you, man. To the brim. Wow. Amazing. It hurt some there at first, but now it’s feeling fantastic.” Brice clenched his ass-ring around Lucas’s cock and bucked back against him.

  “Umm, that’s great,” Lucas sighed. “Keep that up. So you’re into this, huh?”

  “I sure as hell am,” Brice said, jacking himself. “Work my nips a little harder.”

  “You got it.” The two men rocked together for a long time, groaning and grunting with happy heat.

  “New position now. On your side,” Lucas ordered, giving Brice’s butt-cheeks a slap before abruptly pulling out. Brice complied, rolling over and cocking his butt. Lucas pressed against Brice’s back and entered him again.

  “Ummm, yeah,” Brice grunted as Lucas’s cock slid home.

  “Ohhh, Daddy, my dick feels so good up your hole,” Lucas sighed, kneading Brice’s right pec.

  “And my hole’s so happy stuffed fulla your dick,” Brice moaned, resting his right thigh upon Lucas’s bent leg. Lucas cupped Brice’s bushy-whiskered cheek and Brice turned his head. They kissed, long and deep, as Lucas thrust in and out, pinching Brice’s nipple as Brice worked his own cock. Soon Brice was rapidly jacking himself, and Lucas was pounding Brice hard and fast.

  “Oh, fuck,” Brice grunted. “Oh, fuck! Your cock’s hitting…. Oh! My God, I’ve never felt…. Oh, fuck!”

  “Your sweet spot? Good. Hand that hot prick here. I’ll finish that thang off for you,” Lucas said, nudging Brice’s hand aside. Lucas fisted Brice’s cock and hammered his ass even harder.

  “Yeah. Christ, fuck me, man! Christ. Fuck me, Lucas! Oh, yeah. Ohhhh, yeah. Ohhh.”

  “Close?”

  “Uh huh. Uh huh!”

  “Me too. Me fucking too. You’re so tight and hot and…. Oh, damn, here…we…go.”

  Brice roared and spasmed, spouting come into Lucas’s grip. Lucas tensed up, heaved a raspy shout, and finished as well, cock still firmly buried up Brice’s butt.

  The two men slumped together. After a while, Brice rose, first to piss, then to moisten a washcloth and clean them both up, then to toss the lube-smeared rag in the sink.

  When Brice climbed back into bed, Lucas took the bigger man into his arms. “Thank you,” he said, kissing Brice tenderly on the lips.

  “Thank you. That was more wonderful than I ever would have imagined. Happy birthday.”

  “It was a perfect birthday. The best I’ve ever had, without a doubt. Can I be big spoon tonight?”

  “Sure you can.” Brice rolled over and snuggled back against Lucas. Lucas threw an arm over Brice, and Brice took his hand.

  Lucas cuddled closer. “That was just fantastic. Will you…will you let me top you again one of these days?”

  Brice chuckled. “I sure will. In fact, fine as that felt, I’m thinking you need to screw me again in the morning.”

  “NO PLACE TO PARK,” LUCAS SAID, FROWNING AS he drove through the car-lined roads of Helvetia. About them, the forested hills rose steeply, casting midafternoon shadow. Beside the road, the trout stream burbled busily by, freed from winter’s shackling ice. “It’s really busy this year. I’m gonna turn around at the Hutte. We’ll park back up on the Pickens Road.”

  “So Phil isn’t meeting us here?” Brice asked, studying the clusters of people. Some stood on lawns, some sat on porches, some congregated about parked pickup trucks, but most strolled down the road toward the Community Hall, where the Ramp Supper was being served.

  “Naw. He’s back at Sodomy Central baking me that cake. He hates ramps. Eating them reminds him of being poor when he was a kid, before his daddy started to do legal work for the coal companies and made a shitload of money.”

  “Coal does run this state. I’m damned glad my home county doesn’t have much of the stuff.”

  “Daddy died in a mine.” Lucas pulled into the Hutte parking lot. “Buncha sonofabitchs tearing up the land. I’d castrate ‘em if I could. I wish one of the legendary monsters around here would take a personal interest and go after ‘em. The Snarly Yow, maybe, or the Braxton County monster, or that vampire they say’s lurking around German Valley.”

  “Sounds like a gratifying novel or horror movie,” Brice said. “I love that righteous-warrior side of you.”

  “I love that in you too,” Lucas said, turning the truck around. “The way you cussed that journalist out when he called me a truck-stop whore? Classic.”

  “Yeah, kicking his teeth in would have felt mighty good.” Brice puffed out his chest and flexed a thick arm. “Nobody messes with my lil’ sweetmeat and gets away with it.”

  “Sweetmeat, huh? You’re the one with the sweet meat, Daddy.” Lucas pulled out of the parking lot and headed back the way they’d come. Along the Pickens Road, long lines of cars and trucks were parked on the berms, so Lucas kept driving up the forest-lined slope, looking for a spot.

  “Shit, it’s really crowded. I hope they don’t run out of ramps by the time we get there,” he groused. “That big pancake-and-bacon breakfast at the Blackwater lodge was delicious, but I’m already hungry again.”

  “You worked up a big appetite last night, screwing me cross-eyed,” Brice said, rubbing Lucas’s knee. “And then again this morning.”

  Lucas grinned over at Brice. “You ain’t complaining, are you?”

  “Complaining? I asked you to give it to me again, didn’t I? Though I gotta admit I’m a little sore after all that pounding. You’re a young man of impressive, uh, genital vigor.”

  “Sore, huh? Good. Something to remember me by. Ain’t it hot, to think that what we do together is what guys have been doing since before the days of Alexander the Great? That’s pretty cool, ain’t it?”

  “It is. A long and lascivious legacy of succulent and salacious sodomy, your uncle would probably put it.” Brice chuckled. “After finding out how great it felt, you plowing me, I gotta admit I’ve been missi
ng something all these years of being on top.”

  “I’m real, real glad you enjoyed it. I was sorta worried, since I…I’d never done that before.”

  “What? Really?”

  “Yep, really. With the truckers, I sucked cock. In prison, it was me getting my rump rammed, willingly or not. So you were my first.”

  “I-I’m honored. Truly.” Brice reached over to caress the soft fur on Lucas’s forearm. “You were such an amazing Top that it’s hard to believe you’ve never screwed a man before.”

  “Well, I remembered the way Eric…. He was real rough with me sometimes, beating me up and all, but when he fucked me, man, he really did it right. So I just recalled all the ways he used to…make me relax and make me feel good. Poor Eric. The people you care about, they really are kinda with you always, huh? In one way or another.”

  “I guess so,” Brice said. “You talking about Eric makes me think of Zac. It’s been a good while since I’ve even thought of him, all wrapped up in you the way I’ve been. I wonder how he’s doing, health-wise. I guess I forgive him. It’s a lot easier to forgive someone when you’ve found happiness.”

  Lucas flashed Brice a tender sideways glance. “So you’re happy, huh?”

  “I am. I sure am. You make me so happy, Lucas.”

  “Here’s a place at last,” Lucas said, pulling the truck over onto the gravel berm, beneath a green overhang of hemlock. “Well, if you think you’re happy now, big guy, you’re gonna be even happier tonight. I think it’s finally time for you to claim that prize you been waiting for so patiently.”

  “Really?” Brice’s face lit up. “You mean…?”

  “You get to pluck my lil’ rosebud, yeah. What I gave you this morning, you get to give me tonight.”

  “Hot damn. Yeah? Oh, man. Ohhhh, man.”

  Lucas laughed. “You’re looking pretty eager, Mr. Brown. I’m pretty eager too, actually. More eager’n I’d ever thought I’d be, considering my checkered past.”

  Lucas turned off the engine and set the parking brake, and the two climbed out. “Got a little bit of a walk,” Lucas said, pulling on his black denim jacket. “It must be a quarter mile back to town.”