Twisted

by Jake Mactire

  “Mike, I just love bein’ with you. Every minute is special. You’re my best friend, the best I ever had or could have. Now, enough with the mushy stuff.” I leaned in and kissed his neck.

  “Jeffy, let’s go upstairs. I wanna get nekkid with ya.” We were upstairs in our room with the door closed, in a flash. We fell into one another’s arms and began to kiss. We were both primed, but the kiss was slow and sweet. We dueled tongues, touching, caressing, exploring, just enjoying that sweet interplay as we gently explored familiar territory with our hands. I held Mike tight, rubbing his back and shoulders with one hand as the other made its way up his T-shirt and in between the buttons on his long johns. I then rubbed the fur on his chest, finally settling my finger on one hard nipple. He groaned into my mouth as we continued to kiss. Both his hands settled on my ass, and he pulled me into him, our crotches grinding against one another, our rock-hard cocks pushed tight together, separated by cotton and denim. I pulled one hand up and gently ran it over his beard and the side of his face. To me, that touch seemed incredibly intimate, and I know Mike felt the same way. He mimicked me with one hand, gently caressing my beard while holding me hard against him with his other. I lifted my hand from his chest and out from under his shirt to start unbuttoning my own.

  “Let me undress you, Jeffy.” I dropped my hands and put my arms around him. He unbuttoned the top button of my shirt and nuzzled my neck, the area which he’d just bared. I felt his tongue as he gently licked the skin at the base of my throat. He unbuttoned the next button and licked further down, kissing, nuzzling, and tasting. It was a huge turn-on, the way he was taking his time undressing me and the attention he was giving my body as he freed it from my clothing. He moved on to the next button of my shirt, and in the process he reached the first button on my longhandles which was buttoned. He undid it with his teeth, taking time to kiss, lick, and taste some more.

  “Jeffy, I’m gonna fuck you.” I hadn’t really expected that, although he had mentioned it a few days ago, when we were off at line camp.

  “You are, huh?”

  He looked at me and grinned mischievously. “It ain’t gonna be a regular thing. I like it when you fuck me way too much to give that up as the thing we do most. I know you really like to fuck me, too.”

  “My favorite thing in the world, bud.” We had our arms around each other, foreheads touching, our legs intertwined as we stood next to the bed.

  “I just really want to fuck you now though. I wanna be on top of you and be in you. I wanna look down on you and see you all spread out for me. I want you to bottom for me, to let me be in charge, to submit to me. You’re still my alpha dude, my top man, my fucker. You’re just not a submissive guy, Jeffy, but the thought of you submittin’ to me, spreadin’ your legs wide apart for me and puttin’ ’em up in the air. You lettin’ me fuck you, use your ass, lettin’ me call the shots, fuck Jeffy, that’s got me so horned up. The fact we’d switch for each other, that’s so special. I’m gonna fuck you. Fuck your ass and make you feel good, the way you make me feel.”

  I looked at Mike. His tawny eyes seemed to shine. I realized then and there he meant more than anything or anyone to me. Letting him take charge would be a gift, something really special. I smiled at him. “You’re in charge now, buddy.” His eyes lit up. We kissed gently, taking our time. He pushed me softly down on the bed.

  “Thank you. I wanna show you how you make me feel.” He unbuttoned another button on my shirt and my longhandles. He was licking the treasure trail of fur that ran down my belly.

  “The way you taste and smell, Jeffy, it’s so hot. It fuckin’ turns me on.” He slowly continued the licking and kissing down my body and began to rub my crotch through my jeans.

  “Your jeans are all wet! Is that just from leakin’ precum?”

  “It is, buddy. You really get me goin’.”

  “This is so hot. I’m gonna fuck you good.” By this time he’d reached the top of my bush and was tonguing my lower belly. He was pulling my shirt out from my jeans and then working it off me. He went for my belt and slowly unhooked it and unzipped my jeans as he nuzzled my bush. He started to tug my jeans off, and I lifted my hips to help him.

  “You got that aroused-dude smell goin’. So fuckin’ hot. Just lie back, let me do the work. I’m gonna fuck you good. Gonna fuck your ass.”

  “You’re gettin’ off on just the thought of fuckin’ me, ain’t ya?” He now had my jeans off and threw them on the floor.

  “I am. Just ’cause it’s somethin’ you want too, you want with me. That makes it real special. Sit up.” I did, and he began to peel off my longhandles. He pushed one of my arms up and began to nuzzle the hair under it. He then slowly pulled my underwear down so it was around my ankles. He began to pull it over my socks.

  “I’m leavin’ your socks on. You look hot with just them and nothin’ else on.”

  “Will you leave yours on too?”

  “Sure thing!” We both grinned. We shared a liking for socks and underwear. He looked down at me as I lay there in only a pair of navy-blue work socks. He jumped on top of me fully clothed and began to kiss me really aggressively. I kissed back, pulling his head down against me. I could tell he was getting off on being clothed while I was bare-assed. The thought of being submissive really didn’t do too much for me, but the fact he was so turned on and into it made me respond. After a few minutes, he broke the kiss and stood up. He shucked his clothes in record time. We smiled at one another, enjoying the view of each other’s body and evidence of arousal. He got on his knees on the bed and pushed my legs up and apart. He bent over, and I felt his breath moving the hairs around my hole. Then his tongue touched it, sending a chill through my body. I groaned as he began working my ass with his tongue. He alternated between sticking his tongue deep in my hole, licking up and down the crack from my tailbone to my balls, and licking around the hole.

  “Feels good. You havin’ fun down there?”

  “Fun’s just started.” He went back down on my ass. He’d only rimmed me once or twice before, so it was a different feeling. It felt great. Pretty soon he had me groaning and squirming. I was pushing my ass into his face hard. He chuckled.

  “You want it, don’t ya, Jeffy? You want it real bad. You’re gonna get what you want. You’re gonna get your ass fucked.”

  “I want you, buddy. However I get you.” He pulled up and lay beside me. We kissed. I could taste the faint taste of soap from our shower this morning and sweat. I felt his hand move between my legs and his finger touched my hole. I was all slick from his spit, and he slid in easily. I gasped as he began to finger me. We looked at one another, smiling.

  “Feels good. If someone had told me we’d be doin’ this and I’d really enjoy it, I would have thought they were crazy.”

  “It is good. Now I know why you really like it when I whimper. I’m gettin’ you ready to get fucked, Jeffy. You want it, don’t ya?”

  “Yeah, I do. You’re in charge, buddy.” He continued to finger me. I stuck out my tongue, and he did the same. Our tongues just touched tips, our eyes locked on one another as he continued working me with his fingers. After quite a while, I felt wide open, and he sat up and reached for the lube in the table. He lubed my ass up and his cock. It looked like a missile, pointed at its target. I realized again that Mike was hung pretty well. I felt his cock head press against my ass. There was some pressure. I looked up at him. He was practically shining, he looked so happy and turned on.

  “You with me here, Jeffy?”

  “Yeah, I’m with ya. Now fuck me.” With that he slid in with one smooth stroke. I gasped. I felt full, so full. He gazed down at me. I could see tenderness written all over his face.

  “I’m just gonna hold it there. Let you get used to it.” We continued looking at one another. I could feel myself relaxing. The discomfort was going away; the fullness became pleasant, not painful. Mike felt me relax. He was grinning down at me like a cat choking on cream.

  “Fuck, you’re tig
ht. So hot and tight.” He began a gentle rhythm. It felt good.

  “Buddy, move around a bit, make your dickhead hit my gland.”

  “You teachin’ me how to fuck?”

  “Someone’s got to.”

  “How will I know when I’m hittin’ your gland?”

  “Just watch me, you’ll know.” With that he began moving his hips while positioning me by pushing on my legs. All of a sudden he hit the spot.

  “You were right. I hit it just then, didn’t I?”

  “Fuck, yeah, oh yeah.” He pumped slowly. After a few minutes, I began pushing against him, matching his pace.

  “Hot damn! Every time I push in you, your dick twitches and precum pours out. You got a lake of it on your belly.”

  I reached up and rubbed his chest and tweaked his nipples. “You like this?”

  “God, yes. I dunno how long I can last. The whole thing is just so hot.”

  “Good. I like makin’ you feel good.” We slowed down. Both of us wanted this to last as long as possible.

  I was enjoyin’ watching Mike. He was really getting off on fucking me. The role reversal had him going something fierce. He looked really proud of himself.

  “Thank you, Jeffy. Thanks a lot.”

  “What?”

  “Just lettin’ me fuck you. Damn, this is hot. You’re so tight, so warm, and the way you look up at me, just trustin’ me to take good care of ya. Am I doin’ ya good?”

  “You’re doin’ me great.” I began pushing back, meeting his every thrust, making sure he was working my gland. As he continued to thrust, I could feel my body tightening.

  “Incredible, the way you’re clampin’ down. Nice, it’s really fuckin’ nice.” I was starting to breathe deeper. The tightening spread from my ass to my balls to my belly and then my dick. I was wound tight, ready to spring. I looked up at Mike. The earnest way he was reading my face, my reactions to his movements, just got me. It was hot. I knew now what he felt like when I fucked him, when I watched him to make him feel really good. I pushed up against him, taking him right to the hilt. I felt his bush on my ass. His dick hit my prostate hard. That did it. I let loose a shout.

  “I’m comin’, buddy! Can’t hold back! Fuck! Aw! Fuck!” A stream of cum shot out of my dick and over my shoulder. Another salvo hit me in the face. A third decorated my beard and chest. The next went on my belly, as did the one after that. I kept shooting and shooting. Mike’s eyes were locked on mine, and they went wide.

  “Damn, I can feel you comin’. It’s like you’re milkin’ my cock. I can’t take it. I’m gonna come.” I felt him stiffen in me and then his dick began to pump. He thrust into me harder and then collapsed on top of me. We lay in a sticky, sweaty, and totally satisfied heap for a few minutes. Finally we looked at each other.

  “No wonder you like to fuck. That was fantastic. Next time you’re fuckin’ me, though.”

  “You got it. Now I see why you like gettin’ fucked so much. I still like bein’ on top better.”

  “I like bein’ on the bottom, but once in a while, we gotta switch-hit.”

  “It’s a plan. Now let’s hit the showers.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  “MORNIN’, sleepyhead.” I pulled my head from under the covers. Mike was sitting on the side of the bed.

  “Good mornin’ to you. You all ready for your exam today?”

  “Ready as I’m ever gonna be. I been studyin’ for the last couple of hours.”

  “Bare-assed? Not that I’m complainin’ about watchin’ you parade around without a stitch of clothes on.”

  “I just got up and wrapped up in a blanket and sat at the desk and went over my notes and the books.” He reached over and picked up the longhandles I’d shucked last night as we climbed into bed. “Besides, I wanna wear these for luck. I thought I better ask first though.”

  “Wearin’ my underwear is gonna bring you luck on your exam?”

  “You bring me luck, Jeffy, so yeah.”

  “Goofball. Go right ahead.” I jumped out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I washed up and brushed my teeth. Mike was just finishing dressing as I reached for his longhandles and socks. We both liked wearing each other’s clothes.

  “Let’s get some breakfast, Jeffy.” I got dressed quickly, and we headed downstairs. I put the coffee on while Mike cooked up some bacon and eggs with fried potatoes.

  “It’s nice to have the house back, huh?” I looked at Mike.

  “Yeah, it is. We do got guests comin’ day after tomorrow.”

  “It’s hard to believe that the police actually felt they have enough evidence to bring David in for questioning.”

  “See now, aren’t ya glad we talked with the sheriff?”

  “Yeah, it’ll be nice not to have to watch my back everywhere we go. I’m sure that with DNA testing and his medical records, they’ll get everything sorted out right quick. I still hope it’s not him, though. Even though David’s really different, I always had thought him a nice guy.”

  “Well, Jeffy, remember what Holder said. Organized serial killers can be really nice folks on the outside.”

  “I remember. It’s still sad how broken up Bryan was.” Bryan had been staying with us when the police took David in for questioning. They’d had a big argument and were spending a bit of time apart.

  “He sure is standin’ by his man, ain’t he? He’s adamant that David is innocent.” Mike looked at me earnestly as he spoke.

  “If it’s not David, I hope they have some lead that gets them the killer.”

  Mike looked outside, where bright sunshine was melting the snow. “It’s comin’ up on spring already. Ya know, Jeffy, I’m always happy to see winter get here, and always happy to see it leave.”

  “I’m right there with ya, buddy. It’ll be nice when it’s warm enough to go campin’ and swimmin’ and just be outside without all the winter gear on.”

  “Where’s everyone? It seems really quiet around here.”

  “I reckon, with calving season, they’re all pretty busy. I’m looking forward to them catchin’ the Cutter so we can have a little privacy.”

  “Are you gonna help with the calvin’ when I’m at school, Jeffy?”

  “If they need me, I will. I was plannin’ on working on a sculpture. You’re kinda lucky, you can work on belts, hatbands, and bridles and other tack while we watch a movie or TV. I really can’t do that with the bronze castin’.”

  “I was gonna ask a favor from ya, Jeff.”

  “What’s that?”

  “In my marketing hospitality class, I need to put together a flyer to pass out at travel conventions, give to travel agents, that sort of thing. I was gonna work on it this evening on the computer. Do you think you might be able to look it over and tell me what ya think?”

  “Sure! I’d be happy to do that. I told ya before, I’d always be happy to help ya with school work.”

  “Thanks! I appreciate it. It always makes me feel better when I have someone else look over my homework.”

  “I understand that. Two sets of eyes are better than one.”

  “I was meanin’ to mention, Jason’s turnin’ into a real cowhand.”

  “That he is, Mike. It’s nice to see. He doesn’t got that chip-on-the-shoulder attitude anymore either. I remember when Smitty and José first started teasin’ ’im. He’d get all angry and defensive. Now he just answers back. He’s pretty good at holdin’ his own.”

  “I’m glad we hired him. He had it even tougher than I did. I feel good about helpin’ him.”

  “I reckon your Dad feels the same way. Jason really leans on him a lot.”

  “I know. Jason told me. I actually been talkin’ with my dad more too. I asked him, how can he still believe in God when he felt that the way he was actin’ was sanctioned by that God?”

  “Did he answer your question?”

  “Yeah, and it wasn’t at all what I expected. He said that God really smacked him down and punished him for actin’ that way to me. He al
so told me he needed to be smacked down like that and the greatest hurt he did to himself. He lost his wife, his family, pretty much everythin’, from bein’ so bigoted.”

  “That must have been tough for you to hear.”

  “It was. My first reaction was to tell him he never had to go through garbage cans for stuff to eat or sleep on the street, but then I got to thinkin’, gettin’ thrown out and endin’ up in San Francisco, I got into the program that got me workin’ in the stables. I was able to go to several horse camps and do some work there. I got good enough your dad gave me a job cowboyin’. Then I met you.” The look in his eyes was incredibly sweet and tender. “I reckon if he wouldn’t have kicked me out, we wouldn’t be together. I told him it worked out all right in the long run, and he ain’t lost me, he found me.”

  “That’s mighty big of you, Mike.”

  “It’s somethin’ I learned from you.”

  “From me? How?”

  “Remember when Wayne was behind the cattle rustlin’, and he tried to kill you?”

  “I ain’t likely to forget that.”

  “You also asked the judge to go easy on Wayne. When you had to stand up there before he got sentenced, you asked the judge not to impose the death penalty. You talked about rememberin’ the good stuff, how Wayne was there when you got your first pony and how he helped you learn how to cowboy and rodeo. I reckoned that if you can be that big about Wayne, I should at least think on forgivin’ my own father. Once I thought about it, then it wasn’t all that hard.”

  “I’m a real lucky man, buddy, that you’re on my team.”

  He smiled at me. “You got anythin’ planned for us tonight?”

  “Nope, you got any ideas?”

  “I was thinkin’ that maybe we could have a nice dinner, say some steaks, baked potatoes and salads, and a bottle of wine. Then maybe build a fire in the fireplace and cuddle in front of it for a while. Then maybe we could roll back the rug for a little close dancin’. To top off the evenin’, I was hopin’ we could go upstairs and you could fuck me, long and slow and sweet.”