Twisted

by Jake Mactire

  “I hear you, Mike, and one of your hands had a big shock a bit ago.” Bryan now had a somber look on his face.

  “Yeah, he did, the hand is my brother. He’s actually the one that skied up to the body first.”

  “Jason? That must’ve been quite a shock for him.”

  “That it was. They’ll catch the guy though.”

  “There was another shock for Jeff and Mike. The Cutter tried to kidnap Mike.” Bryan stared at Smitty open mouthed. David looked down at the table.

  “What?” Bryan finally managed to stammer it out.

  “Jeffy and I were out skiin’. I got a bit ahead and skied past a van. Some guy in a mask jumped out and put a rag with chloroform over my face. If Jeffy wouldn’t have saved me, it’d be my body out there all cut up.”

  “Hey guys, how about we change the subject. The Cutter really isn’t good dinner conversation.”

  “Right ya are, darlin’.” Sandy smiled back at me.

  We were saved from picking a new subject by the arrival of our food. We continued having a nice conversation and dinner with Bryan and David. We got a list of dates that Bryan and David were free, and I promised to let them know which days we had vacancies. All too early, we headed out to pick up the horse trailer and head back across the pass. We were looking at a four and a half to five hour drive back to the ranch. I was a little concerned about snow on the pass. Rain down here means snow up there. We headed back to Lisa’s and hitched up the trailer. She was interested in visiting the ranch also, so it looked like we could fill up a few of the rare vacancies we had. Despite my concerns, it was a pretty uneventful drive across the pass. I took my time and just drove slowly. Sandy fell asleep almost immediately. Smitty was pretty quiet, but he’s normally a quiet guy.

  He did speak up after a while. “It was nice to run into Bryan and David again. They’re pretty nice guys.”

  “Yeah, it was. It’d be nice to have them come back.” I answered softly as to not wake Sandy.

  Mike responded to my comment. “Yeah, it would be nice. Maybe the four of us could go out skiing sometime.”

  “That would be fun, buddy. Smitty, we gotta get you to go with us. Sandy’s a very good skier. Maybe all four of us could go sometime.”

  “It’s a lot of work, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah, it is, but if you started and stuck with it a while, Sandy wouldn’t complain about you havin’ no butt.” I kept a straight face. Mike couldn’t help but chuckle.

  “She really said that?” He sounded very self-conscious. Before I could answer, I heard Sandy answer sleepily from the back seat.

  “No, I never said that. Jeff’s pullin’ your leg again.” We all laughed then, including Smitty.

  Sandy spoke up again. “Bryan and David are nice guys, but don’t you think David is a little different?”

  “To me, he seems like a stereotypical computer guy. You know, brilliant, socially awkward, maybe a bit in his own world.”

  Mike nodded. “I reckon so too. I reckon computers are a good thing. Thirty years ago, with his social skills, he’d be flippin’ burgers, and now he can get a really good job and enjoy himself while workin’.”

  “In any case it was nice to run into them again. By the way, Jeff, how long is Holder stayin’ with you? Mr. Dobbins wanted to know if I could work a few days at the Saloon.”

  “Should be no problem at all. He’s leavin’ tomorrow afternoon. We’re not gonna be full up ‘til this weekend. So I reckon we can handle it. ’Course the dudes are really gonna miss your cookin’.”

  “You and Mike are good cooks also.” She giggled.

  “Yeah, but we ain’t as pretty as you. Right, Mike, Smitty?” They both chorused yes.

  “You guys are gonna make me blush.” I could see her in the rearview mirror. Despite her mild protest, she had a big smile on her face. We had reached the highway which went up into the valley, so we turned off. I slowed down even further. With all the snow we had, there was a lot of wildlife by the roads. We finally made it to the ranch. Sandy headed home while Smitty, Mike, and I began to unload the horses. José, Josh, and Jason came from the bunkhouse to help.

  “Nice horses, boss. Now I understand why you said they shine.”

  “They are nice, aren’t they, José? You guys have some stalls ready?”

  “We sure do, Jeff. Three clean stalls with oats and hay in the mangers and plenty of water in the troughs. They’re next to one another, too, so the horses are gonna feel more comfortable.” Josh was examinin’ the horses as he spoke.

  “Can I lead one in?”

  “Sure, Jason, you really want to learn to cowboy bad, don’t ya?” I noticed he’d lost the eyebrow piercing. He now just had earrings.

  He nodded at my question. “I wanna be able to help you and Mike, and I’m the only one around who doesn’t really know anything about horses and cattle.”

  “You are doing very well, mi amigo. He learns fast, Smitty.” José spoke to Smitty.

  Mike agreed. “Yeah, it’s amazin’ just how much you’ve learned in a short time, Jason. Pretty soon, you’re gonna be one hell of a good waddie.” Jason gave Mike a perplexed look.

  Josh explained. “Waddie’s another name for a cowboy, Jason.”

  “Oh, okay.” Since the stalls were all ready, we got the horses in ’em in record time. The guys headed off to the bunkhouse, and Mike and I headed inside.

  I WAS taking my coat off when Mike jumped me. I found myself wrapped in his arms and my mouth pressed against his. I opened it and his tongue entered, dueling with my own. He held me tightly and pushed against me. He bit my lip gently and then a bit harder before breaking the kiss and looking into my eyes.

  “Wow, buddy, that’s a real nice glad-to-be-home kiss and welcome.”

  “It just turned me on watchin’ you buy the horses. You knew what you wanted, and you took charge. That gets me goin’.”

  “Let’s go upstairs then.” I kicked my boots off and left my hat laying where it fell. When we got to the bedroom, Mike was on me again. Between kisses, clothes started flying everywhere. Finally we were both bare-assed, standing in front of the bed. Mike grabbed my ass and used it to pull me against him.

  “Jeffy, I wanna fuck you. I want inside you, and I wanna make you feel as good as you make me feel.” I had to think on that one for a second. I wasn’t much of a bottom, and I’d only been fucked twice in my life, once by Mike. The other time had not been a pleasant experience. I looked at him and saw the want in his eyes coupled with a questioning look, as if he were asking permission.

  “That sounds nice, buddy. I’d like you inside me too.” I stepped backward with him still wrapped in my arms. And then fell back on the bed. Mike twisted a bit so I was on my back and he was on his side next to me, leaning over me. One of his arms was under my shoulders. With his other hand, he rubbed my beard. We continued to kiss, a bit gentler now, not quite so rough. I could feel his hard cock against my thigh. He was pushing against it and using his precum as lube. His hand worked its way down the treasure trail on my belly and into my bush. He rubbed a bit and then moved down to stroke my cock a few times and cup my balls. After a few minutes of fondling, he moved down between my legs to my ass. He started teasing the hole with his fingers. I spread my legs a bit to give him better access.

  “You want this, Jeffy?” He stared down at me.

  “I do, buddy. I want you.” He reached over to the nightstand and brought out a bottle of lube. He put it on his fingers and rubbed it on my hole. He then drizzled some on my dick and balls. He set the lube down and moved his finger against the opening. I felt pressure as he gently pushed against me, and then I opened up. He gently moved his finger in and out a few times.

  “I’m gonna fingerfuck you good, Jeff. Give you a nice prostate massage.” I smiled up at him.

  “Feels nice, bud.” Mike was taking his time. He kept moving his finger until I loosened up a bit and then inserted another finger. We were kissing all the time. His fingers hit my gland
and began to massage it. I leaned back and moaned in pleasure. I looked up at him. He looked happier than a tick on an old hound. He was watching my dick. It was rock hard and twitching against my belly in a lake of precum.

  “See how good it feels, Jeff? This is how you make me feel. Just lie back and let me do the work. I’m gonna take care of my Jeff.” I gave in to the sensations and just enjoyed. I focused on him, watching my enjoyment, getting off on it.” We looked at one another, communicating wordlessly, both reveling in the love, trust, and enjoyment flowing back and forth between us. I felt a sudden stretching and realized he’d stuck another finger up my ass. He continued massaging my prostate.

  “Just open up, Jeffy. This is great, ain’t it? Yeah, you’re sharin’ that hot ass with me. Makes me feel real special, you know? You’re so take charge and dominant, and you’re lettin’ me fuck you. That’s hot, Jeff. Real hot.”

  “You’re the hot one, Mike. You’re special too. Love ya, buddy.” His eyes lit up.

  “I love you too, Jeff.” He got up on his knees and grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs even further and pushing them back so my knees were back by my shoulders.

  “Hot damn, you got a beautiful ass. I’m gonna fuck it. Fuck my daddy.”

  “That’s what you want, boy?” I knew he got off on being called boy.

  “Yeah, that’s what I want. Gonna fuck you nice, gonna make you feel real good.” He reached over, got the lube, and greased up his cock. Mike isn’t small, but I knew that wouldn’t be an issue. I wanted him, and that was three-quarters of the battle. I could feel his cock head pushing against my hole. He kept up a gentle, even pressure. He was looking at my face, judging my reactions.

  “Go for it, Mike!” With that, I felt him slide in with one long, but slow stroke. I took a deep breath. It hurt a bit. I kept my face impassive. I wanted him to enjoy this.

  “You okay, Jeffy?”

  “Fine, just hold it there for a minute. Let me get used to it. Kiss me.” He leaned over and we began to kiss. I could feel myself relaxing around him.

  “How’s it feel, bein’ in me?”

  “God, it’s good. You’re so tight, just like a glove, so warm. You ready for a bit more?”

  “Yep. C’mon, buddy, fuck me, show me what it feels like.” He slowly began to fuck, withdrawing his cock and then sliding it back in to the hilt. It didn’t hurt anymore. I put my hands back behind my head and just enjoyed the ride. I gotta admit, it was really hot, lookin’ up at him. He continued with a nice easy rhythm. We knew each other well enough that he could play my body like an instrument. He pushed my legs even further apart. It felt like I was gonna be torn in half, but I didn’t complain. This was something I was sharing with Mike. It was not usual for me, but the connection we had going was incredible. I could feel his pleasure as well as my own, and was certain he was on the same page. After a few minutes, he put my feet on his shoulders and took ahold of my cock. He began to stroke it in the same rhythm that his cock was massaging my prostate.

  “Uhh… Mike, feels good. Yeeeah… I love your hands on my cock.”

  “You love my dick in your ass too, don’t ya.”

  “Hell yeah.”

  “Next time you’re gonna fuck me though.”

  “You got it, bud.” He began to fondle my balls with his other hand. I was being hit with an almost unbearably intense mix of feelings. I could feel waves of pleasure running through my body. It wasn’t only my cock, balls, and ass that felt great, it was all of me. It seemed like every muscle, every nerve in my body was tight and tingling with an intense pleasure. Mike had picked up the pace, both on my ass and my cock. He stared down at me. His eyes were a bit unfocused, but he didn’t close them or look away.

  “Close, Jeff, I’m so close. Bein’ in you is just too fuckin’ much.” I could feel his cock swelling, and I could see the veins in his neck bulge. He continued looking in my eyes. I could feel his cock twitching and shooting inside me.

  “Jeff, yeah, Jeff!” The last time he said my name, it was a yell. It had a pleading quality to it also. I continued to hold his gaze, lost in those beautiful, golden-brown eyes. If the eyes are the window to the soul, Mike’s was open to me. I could see love, caring, compassion, and a host of other positive emotions as he continued to pump and shoot. I felt myself tensing. My entire body was starting to shake. I felt my balls draw up and my cock swell and harden even more. The look in his eyes was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I was dancing on the brink of one hell of an orgasm. My body seemed to ride the crest for minutes. I was shaking hard now, and finally my cock began to twitch, and I felt myself shoot. It felt like I was coming for a while. I finally relaxed, and Mike collapsed on me. We lay like that for a while, arms and legs intertwined, enjoying the full body contact. Finally Mike pulled up.

  “Lemme get a washcloth and a towel for us. There’s cum everywhere.” He was back in a flash and cleaned me off before wiping himself up. We got under the covers and snuggled into a spoon with me holding him.

  “Jeffy?”

  “Uh-huh?”

  “Thanks.”

  “Thank you, buddy. That was nice. Now let’s get some sleep. We done used up this day.” He pushed back into me. We both drifted off, all wrapped up together.

  Chapter Twelve

  THE wind hit me full in the face as we galloped across the upper pasture. Storms coming down off the North Cascades had scoured the area clean of snow. Although the sky was gray, the air was clear, and the view was intoxicating. To the west, the mountains were cloaked in various shades of blue and white, and to the east, I could see the valley stretching down to the desert, green and white first, then a dun brown. It was the first time I’d ridden Orion, the Akhal Teke stallion I’d just bought. He was spirited and needed a firm hand to rein him in. After an hour or so of forcing him to do what I wanted and go where I guided him, he settled down. Now I just had to lightly touch the reins or his neck with my hand, and he obeyed my commands instantly. I could hear hoofbeats behind me. Mike had caught up. I had slowed to a trot. Our destination was just ahead.

  “You sure we ain’t gonna freeze our asses off, havin’ a picnic up here in the dead of winter?” Mike had thought I was joshing him when I suggested a picnic.

  “I’ll tell ya what. If your cute little ass gets frozen, I’ll unthaw it for ya.” He grinned at me. He pulled up next to me and leaned over. We shared a kiss.

  “You got a deal there, Jeffy. Where are we goin’?”

  “See those rocks up ahead? We’re headed right in there.”

  “Okay.” He didn’t sound too sure though.

  We approached the rocks. We were up at the top of Lucky Jeff Bluff. There were occasional rock outcroppings here as the land sloped upward to the mountains. The outcropping I’d pointed out to Mike faced southeast and had a copse of trees behind it. When we reached the rocks, I jumped off Orion and hobbled him in a patch of dry grass. Mike followed suit with his horse, Thundercloud. I grabbed my daypack from one of the saddle bags and a small bundle from another and headed off into the rocks.

  “You sure you know where you’re goin’?”

  “Relax, buddy, I grew up here. I’m takin’ you to a place I found as a kid.” I walked though the rocks. We came around a turn and got to the place I’d wanted to share with Mike. Several large boulders formed a type of a V-shaped wall up to the face of a small bluff. Pines stood thick atop of it, shielding it from the wind. In eons past, the wind and possibly water had carved out a hollow in the bluff. It faced southeast, where it could absorb the day’s sun. As we stepped into the hollow, the temperature seemed several degrees warmer. The edge of Lucky Jeff Bluff was about thirty-five feet away. The view was beautiful, the hills forming the south boundary of the valley and frozen river twisting sinuously through the woods and meadows, all covered in a pristine, white blanket. Toward the front of the hollow was a small fire pit I’d built as a kid. I checked an indentation in the rock which formed a little cupboard type of recess. Though I ha
dn’t been here in years, the wood I’d put there was still there and dry.

  “Mike, why don’t you take out the blankets in the bigger bundle so we’ll have someplace nice and soft to sit.” He followed my instructions, placing them on a patch of sand right up against the back wall of the hollow. I built a small fire. When I turned back to Mike, he was unpacking the lunch I’d brought.

  “I admit it, Jeffy, this winter picnic is a good idea. This place is perfect. With the fire goin’, it’s almost room temperature in here.”

  “I’m glad you like it. With the dudes and gettin’ the dude ranch all goin’, your dad and stuff, I wanted to have some time for just the two of us.” I shrugged off my coat and sat next to him.

  “What kinda sandwiches are these?”

  “They’re called muffaletta sandwiches. The recipe is from New Orleans. I found it online.”

  He took a bite. “These are really good, Jeff, thanks!” He leaned against me, and I put my arm around his shoulders. I continued to eat my sandwich with my other hand. “The view here is awesome too. Thanks for bringin’ me here.”

  “It’s a special place to me, and I wanted to show it to ya.” We finished off our sandwiches in companionable silence.

  “So you came here a lot when you were a kid?”

  “Yeah, I did. It was my place to get away from everything. Remember I told you that my dad and Sheriff Johnston taught me how to fight after I told ’em I was gettin’ picked on?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Before I told ’em, this is where I’d come to hide out. You’re the only one I’ve ever told about this place.”

  “Makes me feel right special, Jeffy.”

  “You are special, Mike. It’s hard for me to imagine anymore what life was like before you, or what it’d be like without you.”