Twisted

by Jake Mactire

  Jason’s mouth dropped open and then he began to laugh. “You guys really had me goin’.”

  “Don’t worry, Jason, you’re a good guy, you’ll do fine with him.”

  “Thanks, Jeff!”

  I could faintly see the lights of the ranch buildings below, through the rain. “It looks like we’re gettin’ on home. I sure will be glad to get in outta the rain.”

  “So what do we do if it’s raining tomorrow?”

  “We keep on roundin’ up the cattle, Jason. You got rain gear?”

  “Yeah, Smitty made me buy some.”

  “You’ll appreciate it tomorrow.”

  “I appreciate just the thought of it now.” We continued to talk back and forth as the lights from the ranch seemed to get closer, ever so slowly. Mike and I began singing again. We sang “The Ballad of Jesse James.” The cattle seemed to sense that they were nearing the end of their drive. The cattle that’d been through this a few times recognized the pens ahead and realized they’d have fresh hay and oats. They began to try to move more quickly. Mike and I moved up front to slow them down as Jason came up on the rear. I could see Jeanette mounted up, waiting for us.

  “Don’t you three know enough to come in outta the rain? The other guys been back a couple of hours already.”

  I answered her with a question. “How many cattle did they have in front of ’em?”

  “About a third of what you three have.”

  “Well, I reckon we know who the real cowboys are. That is, the real cowboys who ain’t afraid of rain.”

  Jeanette laughed. “I’ll have to make certain I tell them that later on, Jeff.” We had the cattle in the pens, and Mike, Jason, and I took the horses into the barn. We cleaned the tack and brushed and curried the horses down. All three of us were shivering by the time we were done. Jason headed off to the bunkhouse while Mike and I headed up to the ranch house.

  We stripped as soon as we got in the back door. We didn’t have any guests right now, so we didn’t have to be modest. We were both soaked through to the skin. We jumped in the shower and washed each other off. Mike was sighing in pleasure as I soaped up his back and chest.

  “I love havin’ you touch me, Jeffy. It feels really nice.”

  “I like it too, buddy. It’s hot, all the hair on your chest and ass.”

  “Let’s get in the hot tub. I’m cold to the bone from the rain.” We jumped outta the shower and dried off just enough to keep from tracking water all through the house. We were both hard, and our dicks were swinging as we walked out to the hot tub.

  “Good thing nobody’s around, huh?” Mike shoved his hips forward as he spoke, his big cock jutting out of his red bush at its base.

  “Maybe, maybe not. This might be a good advertisement for the ranch.” I moved my hips from side to side and swung my dick at him.

  “Let’s get in the water before I jump on that right here and now and we freeze to death with smiles on our faces.” He pulled the hot tub cover off and started climbing in. I slapped his ass as he swung his leg over and into the hot tub.

  “How about you take care of that for me when we get all warmed up?” He grinned at me lasciviously.

  “I’d be happy to. I am a bit surprised though, you wantin’ to get fucked. You sure that’s what you want, Mike?”

  He laughed before answering. “Hell yeah. I love havin’ you in me. I dream about it all the time.” We scooted real close together in the hot tub. We were both hard as hell and really wanted to fuck like rabbits, but we wanted to warm up first. I finally pulled Mike around and sat him in my lap. I spread my legs a bit so he settled between them. We were basically eye to eye. We smiled at one another for a minute or so and then shared a kiss. He tasted like dip, the sweet of tobacco and the freshness of wintergreen. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, probing and fucking. His mouth was familiar. He let me in and touched my tongue with his as I pushed in. His arms rested on my shoulders, and his hands were clasped behind my neck. I held the back of his head with one hand, pushing him into me as we necked. I rubbed his back with the other hand.

  “Will you fuck me like this, Jeffy? Me sittin’ on your lap, us face to face?”

  “I reckon I could do that. Nice position, ain’t it? You’re gonna have to do most of the work though.”

  “That ain’t a problem. I love fuckin’ myself on your big dick.”

  “I kinda like that too. I’m all warmed up. Let’s go.” We jumped out of the hot tub and dried one another off quick. We practically ran upstairs.

  “Lean back against the headboard, Jeff, and let me do the work.” I did what he asked. “Spread your legs for me as wide as you can.” I did and he dove down and took my cock in his mouth, humping the mattress while he sucked.

  “Gods, that’s nice, buddy. Feels so good.” He grasped my nuts with one hand and continued to use his tongue on my cock. I was groaning with pleasure, and he looked up at me and winked. “You look so fuckin’ hot with my cock in your mouth, buddy.”

  I rubbed my hand though his hair as he bobbed up and down. He reached over and got the lube from the nightstand. He lubed up his ass while he continued to suck my cock. After a few minutes, he pulled off and lubed me up, stroking for a few minutes.

  “You ready to fuck me, Jeffy?”

  “Oh yeah!”

  “I’m gonna sit on that massive cock of yours. Fuck myself with it until I come.” He maneuvered around until he was facing me. He was squatting over my crotch. He grabbed my dick and positioned it against his hole. “Ready?” he asked, and then grinned at me, teasing me by rubbing his ass against my dickhead, but not sitting down and taking it.

  “I’m ready, go for it.” He moved down, and I felt pressure as my cock pressed against his hole. All of a sudden, he opened up and slid down my shaft in one smooth move, sighing in pleasure as he did so. He leaned forward and kissed me, sticking his tongue in my mouth, fucking it like he was fucking himself on my cock. He began clamping down with his ass muscles, making me feel like I imagined a milking machine would feel.

  “You’re so tight, so hot. That’s nice, it fits real good.”

  “You got me all filled up, Jeffy. I feel so full. Fuckin’ big cock of yours reamin’ me out. Fillin’ me up. I love ridin’ your dick.” I reached forward with one hand and began massaging his balls, and with the other tweaking his nipples. He whimpered in appreciation.

  “You like that? Feels good? C’mon, ride me, cowboy. Fuck yourself, fuck yourself good on my big hard dick.” His dick was slapping against my belly as he bounced up and down. It swung around, throwing clear ropes of precum, matting down the hair on my belly.

  “Feels so good, Jeffy. Real intense. I feel so full, so fucked. I could come just from this.”

  “Hold off a bit, buddy. This is too good to hurry.” He stopped moving so aggressively, but continued to clamp down with his ass on my prick. I fondled his balls.

  “Nice and smooth, Mike.”

  “You like that I shave my balls, don’t ya, Jeff?”

  “I do. I never even thought I would, but it’s hot. Makes that big dick of yours look even bigger. It shows off that red bush too.”

  “Would you shave me again sometime, like you did the first time?”

  “Sure will, buddy. I’ll shave you and then fuck you good.” He whimpered.

  “Oh, yeah. Shave me and fuck me. I’m gettin’ close.”

  “Just sit there then and clamp down on my cock. That gets me off.” He did just that for a few minutes. I was getting close too.

  “Okay, c’mon, ride me, buddy. Show me how much you like that big dick of mine fillin’ you up, makin’ you feel real good. Ride me, cowboy!” I shouted out the last sentence. He began bouncing up and down, really reaming himself out with my cock. We locked eyes. He had a glazed look on his face as he gazed at me, connecting with me. I felt my balls pulling up and my dick stiffening.

  “Yeah, fuck yeah! I’m comin’, Jeffy. Your big dick’s too much.”

  “C’mon, bu
ddy, show me how much you like gettin’ fucked. Show me how good it feels. Come! Now!” With that I felt a white-hot jet of liquid hit me in the chest. Another and another followed. I could smell the musky scent of semen. His ass spasmed around my cock like a vibrator, and I lost it. I shouted out as I filled his ass with come. He collapsed against me as I fell against the headboard of the bed, totally relaxed. We just luxuriated in each other’s arms, me still inside of him, him clinging to me. After a few minutes, he stirred.

  “Let’s get cleaned up and get something to eat. That made me really hungry.”

  I had to laugh at that.

  WE SAT at the kitchen table. Mike had made cornbread, and I chopped up some onions and placed sour cream and shredded cheese on the table and then dished up the chili. A couple of beers completed the meal. Mike and I hadn’t even bothered to get dressed. We were both bare-assed as we ate.

  “I really like bein’ naked with you, Jeffy. I was readin’ on the Internet about clothin’ optional resorts. You reckon maybe we could go to one sometime?”

  “Sure. Do you think you might feel jealous though? Remember at the rodeo, if anyone showed me any attention, you didn’t like it. We both take care of ourselves, so I reckon at a place like that, we’d both get some attention.” He thought for a few minutes.

  “I reckon that’d be somethin’ I’d have to watch out for.”

  “If that’s not something you want to do, then maybe this summer we could ride into the North Cascades National Park and find a wilderness campsite by a lake and spend a couple of days bare-assed together.”

  “That sounds really nice.”

  “Chili’s really good, Mike. Nice and spicy.”

  “I know we both like hot food. I thought it would hit the spot after a day of herdin’ beeves.”

  “It does. Between your sweet ass, the chili, and the beer, I’m nice and relaxed.”

  “Me too, between your big dick, the chili, and the beer.” We laughed together. He got more serious all of a sudden. “How many more days you reckon it’s gonna take to round up the cattle?”

  “I’d say tomorrow and the next day. I’ll bet José has us ride up to the line camp in the high pasture to make certain there’s no cattle up there.”

  “So we’ll spend tomorrow night in the line camp?”

  “I’d reckon so.”

  Just then the phone rang. “Lucky Jeff Ranch, Jeff speakin’.”

  “Hi, Jeff, this is AJ.”

  “Howdy, AJ, what’s up?”

  “I’m really worried. I’m still in Phoenix, and Lonnie seems to have disappeared.”

  “What?”

  “Yeah, he invited me to stay with him a few days. Today he wanted to get some work done around the house, and I wanted to go to the Heard Museum to see their kachina exhibit. I got back to his place in the afternoon, and the door was locked and no one answered. I’ve been calling regularly and gone back there a few times, but no sign of him. Like I said, I’m really worried.”

  “Did you call the police?”

  “They won’t even take a report until he’s been missing for twenty-four hours.”

  “I haven’t heard from him, AJ. Is his car still at his place?”

  “Good idea, Jeff. I didn’t even think to look. I’m supposed to leave tomorrow, and I can’t imagine him missing our last night together.”

  “Yeah, that doesn’t sound like Lonnie at all.”

  “I was hoping that you might have heard from him. I know you guys are good friends and all.”

  “I haven’t, AJ, but if I do, I’ll ask him to call you. I’ll let you know too.”

  “Thanks, Jeff. I think I’m going to go back over to his place. Maybe he’s shown up.”

  “Thanks, AJ, keep me posted.”

  “I will. I’ll talk to you later.”

  “Bye.”

  “What’s up?”

  “That was AJ. Apparently he’s still in Phoenix. He was spending time with Lonnie, and now Lonnie seems to be missing.”

  “Is he the type to feel he’s gettin’ too close to AJ, or get upset with him and just disappear until AJ’s gone?”

  “I don’t think so, but you never know.”

  “I hope he shows up.”

  “Me too, buddy, me too.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  THE rain hadn’t stopped by morning. Mike and I were riding out to the line camp in the high pasture. I’d been right. José had thought there might be some cattle up higher, so we got to check it out. I didn’t mind a bit. I got to spend the entire time with Mike, so what more could I ask for? As I thought that, I had to chuckle to myself. I reckoned I could ask for dry weather. We saw occasional cattle sign, and it looked like we would be herding some cattle down. We got to the line camp about two in the afternoon, and got it set up. I started a fire in the wood stove while Mike got some water. We had our lunch, just some bread, cheese, and dried fruit, and headed off to the end of the upper pastures. The ranch here bordered on the national forest. This was the area last year where cattle were being rustled from. There were some cattle huddled in the snow-free areas. There were only a few cows with calf, so I cut them out, and Mike began herding them. I’d done this so many times before it was kind of mindless work. Charlie was pretty well-trained, too, so that kept me from having to think.

  I began to wonder about the conversation last night with AJ. I wasn’t really sure if maybe he hadn’t gotten a bit too much for Lonnie, who just might have disappeared for a day or so until AJ headed back to Portland. Then again, Lonnie was pretty responsible. I wasn’t really sure what to think.

  My mind drifted a bit, and I thought of the playtime with Mike last night. It brought a smile to my face. I was sure as hell one lucky cowboy to have a guy like him for a partner. I’d always had friends, but I’d never really had a best friend, someone who I wanted to do everything with. Mike filled that role, as well as others. He glanced over at me and caught me with a smile on my face.

  “You look awful happy. What’s up?”

  “I was just thinkin’ about last night.”

  He grinned back at me. “That was nice, wasn’t it? Each and every time’s pretty special with you.”

  “I think it’s real hot that you can come from just gettin’ fucked, without even jerkin’ off.”

  “I got news for you, Jeffy, I reckon that’s because I get fucked by you.”

  “Whatever the reason, it’s hot.”

  “You think you might like a blow job when we get back to the line camp?”

  “I ain’t gonna say no, Mike.”

  “Good, I’ve been thinkin’ about it all mornin’.”

  “Cock hound!”

  “Yeah, but I’m your cock hound for your cock.”

  “I’m gonna hold you to that.”

  “Good, I wouldn’t expect anything else. By the way, Jeffy, what do you make of AJ callin’ last night?”

  “I dunno. I was just thinkin’ on that. I reckon Lonnie could have just gone away until AJ left, but it isn’t like him.”

  “You reckon he might’ve got upset at AJ over something?”

  “Who knows? When we get back to the ranch tomorrow, I’ll call and see if he’s showed up.”

  “Yeah, I reckon that’s about all you can do. We ain’t heard nothin’ more about the Cutter in a while, maybe he’s stopped.”

  “I dunno, buddy. Remember Holder sayin’ that a serial killer like that doesn’t stop unless he’s captured, incarcerated, or dies.”

  “I just hope one of those things happen, so we don’t have to worry anymore.”

  “You and me both, buddy. Just the number of guys he’s killed is really shockin’. I do remember Holder sayin’ that gay serial killers often rack up more victims than straight.”

  “Why do they reckon that?”

  “You look at some of the killers, like Randy Kraft or The Trash Bag Killer, they’d killed quite a few guys apiece, sixty or so. Maybe it’s because of the way society treats us, like we’re second-cla
ss citizens, unworthy of protection.”

  “That’s really unfair. It seems a lot of folks get off on judgin’ and hurtin’ others.”

  “Yep, you gotta feel sorry for those folks though. Imagine their lives bein’ founded on a belief system built on hate, which depends on them judgin’ and condemnin’ others. They already are in their own hell. Look at how the way he treated you backfired on your dad.”

  “I reckon so. He still does confuse me, but I know now he’s sincere in tryin’ to make up for what he did.”

  “Not to change the subject or anythin’, but how’s school been goin’, Mike?”

  “I’m really enjoyin’ it. I never knew there was so much to hotel and restaurant management. Next class, we’re gonna look at ways to attract folks in the off-season. It should be interesting.”

  “I’d like to hear about that. Now that it’s warming up and raining more, snow’s gonna melt, and we’ll be in the off-season until summer.”

  “I’m all excited because, in one of our classes, we have to do a marketing campaign. You know, come up with a gimmick, do the advertisin’, put out flyers, all that sort of stuff. I wanted to know if I and my group can do it on The Lucky Jeff Ranch?”

  “Course ya can. I’d like to see it too. Maybe we can use it for real.”

  “That would be really great, Jeffy! I like workin’ with you on the ranch. I don’t just mean the cowboyin’, but talkin’ to and entertainin’ the visitors too. It’s a lot of fun.”

  “It is, buddy. It sure is.”

  We continued on, herding the cattle down. There weren’t too many in the high pasture since the snow-free grass and water that wasn’t frozen was scarcer and harder to find. We did find about twenty cows ready to calve. It took us pretty much the rest of the day to get them down to the line camp and in the pen there. Mike pumped water into the troughs, while I got several bales of hay from the little barn and filled the mangers. He took care of the horses, and I went in and started dinner. I fished through the cupboards and figured a couple of boxes of instant macaroni and cheese with canned corned beef cut into it would be good. Some dried peaches would complete the meal. I stripped down to my longhandles inside the line camp cabin. It was nice and toasty from the wood stove, and my clothes were soaking wet. My underwear was that wicking stuff, so I knew it would be dry in a flash. Mike followed suit as soon as he got in the cabin. Dinner was pretty much ready, and I dished it up. He grinned at me when I set his plate in front of him on the table and then sat down.