Two Sides of the Same Coin

by Jake Mactire

  “I’ll make some Christmas cookies, too, Jeffy. Who else are you gonna invite? Mary Grace and Rick?”

  “Yep, and Mark here, Sandy, Maria, Renee, Josh, José, Smitty, and Wayne too.”

  “I wish I could make it guys; I’m going home for Thanksgiving this year.”

  “Where’s home, Mark?”

  “Los Angeles. I grew up in a suburb called La Canada.”

  “How long ya been up here in Washington?”

  “Just a few months; I was stationed in the San Gabriel National Forest just outside LA for a couple of years. Moving up here was kind of difficult. I didn’t know anyone, no friends or anything. It’s beautiful country, but it seems a lot of time in the evening I just go home and watch TV or read.”

  “Feel free to give us a call anytime, or if ya see us in town, c’mon over and say hi.”

  “Thanks, I appreciate that.”

  “Too bad about your hunting trip; that must have been a tough walk out.”

  “It wasn’t the easiest, but we were lucky. We had the gear to make it out okay.”

  Mike looked at me. “I reckon with Jeff around, we would’ve have made it out okay even without that gear. It just woulda been a lot harder.”

  “Much obliged for your confidence, buddy.”

  “Jeff, Mike, I just wanted to let you know we’re still following up leads on the rustling and all the difficulties you been having.”

  “I’m glad to hear that, Mark.”

  “Actually that was why I was a few minutes late. Sheriff gave me a call, and we met out at the community center barn. We saw footprints that matched one of the sets of footprints in the camp you guys found.”

  “Really, that’s interestin’.”

  “Yeah, it looks like the guy stepped off the walk up to the barn door into the mud. He left a clear track. He’s got on cowboy boots with rubber soles and the heel has a unique pattern of wear. We’ll catch the bastard.”

  “Unless he thinks to get new boots.”

  “Let’s hope not, at least until he gets a pair of prison issued footwear.”

  Mike spoke up. “I sure hope you catch him soon. I want to go huntin’ with Jeffy again.”

  “It sure would be nice to do the things we want to do without havin’ to worry about gettin’ shot.”

  “We’ll get him, or them. I just hope it’s sooner rather than later.”

  “We were right, he’s a local then. I wonder if there is a list of everyone who went to the Halloween party. That might narrow it down to a hundred and fifty suspects or so.”

  “You have any suspicions who it might be, Jeff?”

  “Not yet. It could be a lot of folks.”

  “You two still giving info to the sheriff?”

  “If we were to come across any, we would.”

  “The sheriff told me you two have been real helpful so far.”

  “That’s nice to hear. We just had started to track the rustlings online and saw a pattern. Anything new that we learn, we put in the computer too.”

  “Are you a computer guru, Jeff, or you, Mike?”

  “I don’t know nothin’ about ’em.” I decided I would teach Mike a bit about computers.

  “I’m pretty savvy with ’em, but I’m not a developer.”

  “I’ve always been interested in computers. I just bought a new Dell laptop with Windows 7. What about you, do you have a network or just one machine?”

  “Just my laptop.” I gestured to it. It was sitting on the coffee table in front of us. “My dad had a laptop, which I reckon I should give to Mike.”

  “Thanks, Jeff!”

  “Don’t mention it, buddy. So, Mark, how do you like the Northwest so far?”

  “It’s really beautiful. Winslett is a fun little town too. You grew up here, didn’t you, Jeff.”

  “Yep, I left for a while, but ended up comin’ back. I belong here.”

  “It never ceases to amaze me just how in love with this land the native folks are. I never have lived in a place so beautiful before.” Mark had sort of a wistful look on his face as he spoke.

  “Wait until you see it in winter, Mark. It’s kind of magical. Sometimes the snow can be five or six feet deep, and it’s cold enough that it stays on the trees. The deer and wild turkeys come down and use the roads to get around. It gets dark real early then, but when it’s clear, the moon and stars seem close enough to touch. And we see the northern lights once in a while. We actually sat and watched ’em the other night didn’t we, buddy?”

  “We sure did! It was amazin’.”

  “Do you guys ski?”

  “I do. Mike never had the chance to learn. I actually like cross country skiin’ better than downhill.”

  “Like Jeffy said, I never learned, but I’m gonna learn this winter!” We’d already downed a couple of beers each, so I thought it was time for the food. We laid it out in a sort of a help yourself buffet.

  “This is really good, guys, who’s the cook.”

  “Actually we both cook pretty well. We take turns.”

  “You know, you guys are the first gay couple I ever met. I wanted to thank you, Jeff, for setting me straight on stereotypes. I hope you know I didn’t mean to offend you.”

  “No worries.”

  “From what I understand, it’s not a choice.”

  “It sure ain’t; think about it, could you function with a guy? I mean get all excited and stuff?” Mike was the one doin’ the talking now; he demolished the closet when he left it.

  “I don’t think I could.”

  “Did ya ever sit down and say to yourself, ‘Okay, I’m old enough to be sexually aware now, so I gotta decide am I gonna be straight or gay’?” Mark shook his head.

  “Jeffy, here, once told me people gotta hate somethin’ or someone to feel better about themselves. We’re just the ones now because of all the hate mongers. They use their religion to justify their hatred.”

  “You don’t have a high opinion of Christians, Mike.”

  “I reckon I don’t. My old man is a preacher, and the things he did to me in the name of his God were horrible, and illegal.”

  “You can’t judge all Christians by the actions of a few.”

  “Mark, no offense on this one, but I’m with Mike here. It seems out of every hundred Christians I come across, it’s only a few whose actions show the love of Christ. The rest are just so condemnin’, and hateful, and judgmental. It’s hard to believe that their bible says, ‘God is love’, when what they preach and show is hate. Look at that group of monsters that picket soldiers’ funerals. To do that kind of thing is really cruel. Could you imagine losin’ a son, or husband, or brother, and then to have those things show up shoutin’ their hate?”

  “A lot of folks say they aren’t Christians. We also have free speech here.”

  “I’ve heard that from folks before, but it seems that their attitude is prevalent. To me actions speak louder than words, and I just don’t see that much action from ’em showin’ a God of love.”

  “I understand, guys. I’m not trying to convert you or anything like that.”

  “That’s fine, Mark, I enjoy hearin’ your views; I’m sure Mike does too.” He nodded. “I’ve just come to believe there are many paths to the divine. Mine is only one of ’em.”

  “How long have you two been together?”

  Mike took my hand before answering, “About a month or so.”

  “That’s all? You guys seem like such good friends, you must have known each other longer.”

  “Not really. Sandy and Jeffy’s dad both said we’re two sides of the same coin.”

  “Spending time with the two of you, I can understand that.”

  “What about you, Mark, do you have a girlfriend?”

  “No, I had one, but she broke up with me when I got transferred up here.”

  “That’s tough. My ex couldn’t stand me livin’ here. He hated everythin’ about a small town and never missed an opportunity to tell me.”

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�He did try to act a bit better, but only after you broke up with him.” Mike looked at me as he spoke.

  “It worked out for the best, bud. It enabled us to be together, so I ain’t complainin’.”

  “Are the two of you all set for the tourists?”

  “Reckon so, or as ready as we’re gonna be before they come.”

  “That’s great. Are you planning on expanding the ranch?”

  “I reckon we might build a few cabins. We’ll have to see how it goes with the dudes we get for Thanksgivin’.”

  “Wow, look at the time. It’s already past nine. I hope I’m not keeping you guys from anything.”

  “Not at all.”

  “I gotta work tomorrow, so I should be going. Thanks, guys, for everything. Let’s do this again.”

  “Give us a call.” We said our goodbyes.

  “He seems like a nice guy, don’t he, Jeffy? He’s kinda talkative though.”

  “He said he doesn’t have any friends up here, so I reckon he’s just lonely.”

  “I seem to remember that earlier you said somethin’ about eatin’ my ass and then fuckin’ it?”

  “I did. How about you get that cute ass of yours upstairs and stripped down.” He practically ran up the stairs. I turned off the lights and set the alarm. When I got to our room, he was just finishing getting undressed.

  “Get on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed, buddy. I wanna see your ass hangin’ over.” He did, and I moved over to the side where he could see me undress. I also got out the bottle of lube and some condoms. I know I’ve said this before, but Mike does have a beautiful ass. It’s muscular, hard enough to bounce a quarter off of, and covered in this fine blond fur. I could see his balls hangin’ down and his hard dick thrustin’ forward. I pulled it back like a tail and licked it. He began moaning. I spent some time givin’ his balls a good tongue bath before moving up toward his hole. I began licking around and over his hole, but didn’t put my tongue in it yet. I worked his dick and his balls as my tongue explored his ass. He liked it; he was pushing his ass back and then pushing his dick against my hand.

  I finally worked my tongue inside him, and he began to murmur, “That’s it, yeah, that’s good. Keep it up.” I worked my way down to his dick and sucked on that for a bit and then back up to his ass. He was gettin’ all worked up and began to pump his dick.

  “Get your hands off your dick; I’ll take care of you.” He gave me a mumbled okay and began to moan, whimper, and squirm more. I kept rimming him. He really liked it and had already just given himself over to the pure pleasure of the act. He began pulling on his dick again.

  “Mike, buddy, I told you keep your hands off your dick.” He took them off. I figured I’d tease him a bit. I lubed up his ass and his dick and balls. I worked a finger in his ass and began massagin’ his gland. He was whimpering and pushing back against me and trying to spread his legs even further. I slowly worked his dick. I was stroking it enough to get him all horned up and excited, but not enough to allow him any release. I kept it up for a while. His balls were pulling up, so I let go of his dick and began to work them. I’d been at this for a good forty-five minutes. I was starting to get blue balls from being all worked up, so he must’ve been hurting. He started stroking himself again. Real quick I jumped up, sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled him over my knee. I slammed my hand down on his ass. It immediately turned red, highlighting that beautiful blond fur.

  “Jeff, what in the hell…?”

  “I.” Slap. “Told.” Slap. “You.” Slap. “Not.” Slap. “To.” Slap. “Touch.” Slap. “Your.” Slap. “Dick.” After the first couple slaps, he stopped squirming and began moaning. His protests began to change until he was almost yelling.

  “Holy Christ, Jeffy, fuck me. Please, fuck me now, please.” He actually began yelling the pleases out.

  I slapped his ass a few more times, and told him, “Get back like you were. This time keep your hands off your dick, or I’m stoppin’. You understand?”

  “Yes, sir!” I dove in and began rimmin’ him again, and very slowly and gently began strokin’ his cock, again not enough to make him shoot, but enough to get him on the edge. His ass was red and hot against my face. I began to finger him again but stayed away from the gland. Precum was drippin’ from him.

  “Jeffy?”

  “Yeah, buddy, what is it?”

  “My balls hurt, Jeffy, sir. I need to shoot.”

  “You can take it a bit more.” I continued playing with him. He was squirming and whimpering and really begging.

  “Please, Jeffy, please fuck me and let me cum. For the love of God, my balls ache. I gotta cum, I can’t stand this. Please, fuck me and let me cum.”

  “You like feelin’ like this, don’t ya? Your buddy, Jeffy, really knows how to play ya. Your balls still ache?”

  “Yes, sir. I need to get fucked, sir. I need to cum.” I pulled back and put on a condom. I teased his ass with my cock head.

  “Fuck me, Jeffy, fuck me now. Push that big cock in me. God I need it, I need it bad. I got blue balls bad, please. Please!” He was shoutin’ out please. I tapped his balls from behind, and he let out a squeal. I kept teasing him, and finally pushed in. He let out a huge sigh.

  “Fuck yeah. I need this. I need it bad. Fuck me.” I began to pump slowly and easily. He was squirming more than I’d ever seen and clamping down hard. He was fuckin’ back.

  “Yeah, oh yeah, that’s it.” Finally he asked, “Sir, please, can you fuck me harder? I need to cum. My balls hurt. Please, sir.”

  “You really want it hard, boy?”

  “Yes, sir. Fuck me hard.”

  “You want to cum, boy?”

  “I need to cum, sir; it’s way beyond wantin’.”

  “You like this, bein’ kept on edge?”

  “It’s real intense, sir, but yes, sir, I do like it.”

  “Maybe I should just stop now and let your balls ache all night.” He sounded like he was gonna start crying.”

  “No, please no, sir. I gotta cum. I can’t take much more.”

  “You’ll take it if I ask you to, won’t ya?”

  “Yes, Jeffy, for you, yes.”

  “You want to do this again?”

  “Hell yes.”

  “Then why do you want it to end so soon?”

  “Jeffy, you’ve had me all horned up for about an hour and a half. My balls hurt. I need to cum.” I began to fuck him harder. He was moaning real loud.

  “Cum for me, buddy! Now! Cum now!” I only managed a few more hard strokes before he was spasmin’ around my cock. His whole body was shaking. I kept pumping away for a couple more minutes. His begging changed to a sound almost like purring. I was gettin’ close, and then all of a sudden, I tensed up and shot. It felt like I came forever. Finally I pulled out, and he collapsed on the bed. I lay down next to him and took him in my arms.

  “Thank you, thank you, and thank you. That was so fuckin’ unbelievable. You were playin’ me like an instrument. I’ve never been on the edge like that so long. It just keeps gettin’ better and better.”

  “I told ya before, buddy, I aim to please.” We lay there for a while. I finally whispered in his ear, “Let’s go to sleep, buddy; we done used up this day.”

  IT WAS pitch black in our room. I couldn’t see a moon or stars through the skylight. I tried to raise my head enough, without wakin’ Mike, to see the clock. It was 3:22 in the mornin’. I didn’t need to pee, and Mike hadn’t moved, so what caused me to wake up? Just then, the burglar alarm started to ring. I jumped up, followed by Mike, and pulled my long handles on without bothering to button ’em. I ran down the stairs. I didn’t see anyone or anything, but I wasn’t reassured. Walking through the living room, I saw the glass window was broken on the back door, and it was open. Mike joined me. He had his rifle. The phone rang; it was the security company wanting to know if it was a false alarm.

  “We’ve had a break-in.” I gave the guy who had called our address and answered a few q
uestions. The sheriff was on his way. Mike turned off the alarm.

  I could see José, Josh, and Smitty movin’ around by the bunkhouse.

  “Everything okay, guys?” Smitty called out. José was behind him and had his rifle too.

  “Yeah, whoever it was seems to have been scared away by the alarm.”

  We went upstairs real quick and got dressed. I didn’t clean up the glass. I remember hearin’ all about not touchin’ a crime scene. I didn’t see anythin’ missing. The TV, stereo equipment, Blu-ray player, and my laptop were all there. It looked like whoever tried to break in got scared off by the alarm. A couple of weeks ago, I never woulda thought to lock the doors. Now I had an alarm. I put some water on for coffee. Just as I added the grounds, I saw Sheriff Johnston pull up.

  “You boys okay?”

  “Yes sir. It looks like whoever tried to get in ran off when they heard the alarm.”

  “Anything missing that you can see?”

  “No, I’m not sure that they even got in.”

  Mike looked at me. “That had to be one stupid thief. Why’d they come up here? It’s obvious that we got hands in the bunkhouse and there are people here too.” The sheriff was looking at the glass. He pulled out some powder and dusted the door handle.

  “No fingerprints. Whoever it was probably wrapped their hand in cloth, put it through the window, and then reached in to open the door. When they did open it, that musta been when the alarm went off.” I looked at the sheriff.

  “Mike’s right, it doesn’t make sense for a thief to hit here. This place is occupied by five guys, all armed. If they wanted to steal, there are plenty of vacation homes near here that are unoccupied. My guess is it must have somethin’ to do with the rustlin’. What do you reckon, Sheriff?”

  “If I had to bet on it, I’d bet you’re right.” To give myself something to do more than anything, I poured three mugs of coffee. The sheriff sat down and took our statements.

  “Boys, I want to keep this break-in to ourselves. I’m not going to tell anyone, not the other agencies, not Sandy, no one. We know it’s a local; maybe if a rumor gets started, or someone says something, we’ll have some more information. I’m going to tell the guys in the bunkhouse the same.”