T.R.'s Tale - 12. Chapter 12

Suddenly, I couldn't remember where I was going. I sat down to compose my thoughts. Bill dumped me and David loves me. How do I feel about this?

“David, I need some time to think.”

I headed out through the kitchen only to find Julie blocking the door. Instead of stopping me she handed me a meal in plastic containers... that is if a meal weighs ten pounds. “Honey, you'll get hungry later.” Then she hugged me. “I'm so proud of you, I'm gonna call your mother and tell her what a fine son she has.” Julie was almost in tears.

Why?

Could this day get any crazier? I headed to LBJ, the only constant in my life. Driving would help clear my head.

As I hit the remote to unlock, Doc approached with a man in tow. “Tar, I want you to meet Fred Scruggs. He is the pharmacist at the Dailies Drugstore and my Life Partner.”

This seemed to be the icing on the cake. I thought the clinic belonged only to Doc and David. It dawned on me as we shook hands that Partner was as in spouse. Once that was clear my handshake became more vigorous and my smile more friendly.

“Fred is here today meeting everybody. He and I have decided to sell my house and live on his ranch, the other side of town.”

“Tar, Fred has been after me for the last year or so to make a commitment. If it hadn't been for you, I might have passed up a real chance for happiness. You set a worthy example for any gay man.”

Fred was about five foot eight and skinny as a rail. He was handsome with dark red hair and freckles that made him look boyish. He had green eyes that seemed to bathe Doc in a loving glance each time he looked at him. I managed to express my heartfelt

ongratulations. Then I took advantage of Doc's good mood and asked for some time away. I told him I needed to go home and think. Not to his house, but to my folks. He seemed to know about Bill and David. He agreed without asking how long or anything. His only words were, “Tar, I gave my opinion already. I have every faith that you will make the right decision. If you decide that either or both will make better friends, I will make sure there is no friction at work. You are too valuable to the clinic and you are too fine a young man to have to worry about that.”

I hugged Doc and moved to again shake hands with Fred. He pushed my hand aside and hugged me. As he did, he asked in a whisper, “Did Julie have anything to do with what is happening in your life?”

I nodded.

“Listen, to her. She told me you were coming and that patience would win my man for me. She was right.”

I could tell that Fred was deeply in love with Doc. It worried me that I might be leaving behind my one chance for happiness. I had to have time to think about all I had gone through since arriving here. I needed time alone and I needed to talk to someone special. Someone whom I loved and trusted...Dad.

I stopped by and grabbed some clothes and two hours out of town I chowed down on Harry's bar-b-que with all the trimmings. Even then I might have had enough to feed myself, mom and dad when I got home. Home; strange, I felt like I was leaving home to visit my folks.

I called mom to tell her I was on my way. She had a worried voice with a million questions before she relaxed. When she asked how long I would be staying I answered honestly that I didn't know. She was already planning a family gathering for Sunday dinner when we hung up.

Strange, each time I played Segar instead of uplifting songs I only heard the sad, mournful, bluesy ones. I just turned it off and drove.

By the time I arrived it was late and all I wanted to do was sleep. Dad and Mom hugged me. She still had a million questions. Dad hushed her, saying, “Go on up to bed son, we can talk in the morning.” My room was as I left it except with clean sheets.

I woke up Sunday morning, with no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt. I stumbled to the bathroom and downed two aspirin with a glass of water. The mirror reflected a haggard man well beyond my years. He looked more like my dad. I showered and headed down for breakfast.

Dad was reading the paper and having coffee at the kitchen table. I poured a cup as mom served Eggs Benedict, my favorite breakfast. Dad didn't ask any questions. He behaved as if I had been home since my birth. He asked that I give him a hand in the barn after breakfast. I nodded with my mouth full then confirmed it verbally once I swallowed. After a little small talk he told me, “Billy and Mary Lou want you to stop over, she has a horse she wants your opinion on and Billy says they haven't seen you since you came out to them and they want to know you are alright. You ought to head over sometime today. If you want, we can saddle up your mare and Hoss and go say howdy. You finish up here and I'll meet you in the barn.” With that he got up, kissed mom like I wasn't there and went out the back door. What he did was save me from mom. I was grateful but didn't dare show it.

Once I was stuffed sufficiently Mom allowed me to join Dad in the barn. She asked no questions but insisted I was not eating well. I knew that was a first volley leading to the unending third degree. If the FBI had any sense they would use mothers as interrogators. Terrorist would break in the first ten minutes.

I found dad outside the barn with both horses saddled. I double checked the cinch and mounted. Dad did the same and we headed out. (If you have two older brothers, you check that cinch or run the chance of landing flat on your ass).

“Son, everything your mom tells me says you're happier than a hog in slop out west. What brings you here, with your tail tucked between your legs? You're not staying long cause LBJ is packed light. So what's going on that brings you back home so soon?

I explained to dad about my situation. I left nothing out and he asked some probing questions.

When I finished he said, “Are you in love with Bill? And who the hell is Julie... better yet, what is she?”

By that time we were at Billy and M. L.'s. They were out back leaning on the corral watching a beautiful gelding. We talked about him and when I told her about Bach she began planning a visit. Horse folk... we're a little bit crazy. Billy and Dad just chuckled.

On the way back we drifted easily into my dilemma. “Son, do you love Bill? If you do, you're gonna have to fight for him.”

“No, Daddy, we have a good time and good sex. But, I don't think I'm “in love” with Bill. I think it's out of character for him to just drop me like a hot rock.”

“Oh, I see then you're fuck buddies.” It wasn't even a question. I made a face like I had just stepped in shit.

“Tar, don't look so surprised I've done some research since you came out. You'd be surprised what I learned. Most of which I didn't want to know.”

His face became dark and serious, “Son, you do play safe, don't you? I don't care what you do or with whom. I love you and it ain't natural to lose a child. Besides, your mamma would be miserable to live with if you got sick.”

I assured him I was and that HIV/AIDS was not the death sentence it once was. Still it was a nasty thing to deal with. There were other nasty diseases, but I didn't mention them.

“When you “came out” I had to think a long time about whether or not I had done something to make you that way or if you got it from me, I figured it out...”

He waited.

I waited.

We waited.

I bit... “So, what did you figure out, dad?”

In an affected cajun accent and a wry grin he said, “e jes you.” With that he nudged his mount and was off at a gallop. I tried to remember when the last time we both smiled at the same time, alone. It felt good. My mare is a good horse but she was not match for my dad's gelding. He didn't look like much, but he could run like a wind fed prairie fire. He beat me like I was in the next race.

Back at the barn we were rubbing down the horses and the discussion continued.

“Son, what you are or what you ain't don't matter near as much as whom you are. You're a fine young man. I'm so proud of you sometimes I think I could bust. I don't say it near enough, son, I love you.” I hadn't realized it, but at some point tears had come to both our eyes. We shuffled around putting the tack and gear away so the other wouldn't have to comment.

Dad coughed and cleared his throat, “Son, when you were younger and you had a hard time at school or a really good time you'd come charging across the fields to tell me as soon as you got home. Now, tell me Tar, who do you talk to about good and bad times?”

I thought for a moment and told him right now... I'm just not sure. A few days ago... yesterday I would have probably answered Bill. Now, I'm not sure. I guess right now my best friend is you. Outside of you I reckon Doc is someone who I could talk to about anything. He is just naturally easy to talk to.

“Son, I've seen a lot of men get hitched cause they got their first piece and thought it was the only one. Some married for money and some for looks. I always held to what my daddy said, 'if you marry your best friend the rest will work itself out. Your best friend is going to be the first one you think of when things go right. Your best friend is also the one whose shoulder you wanna cry on. If you can make him your best friend... this David, he'll most likely be the one.”

“Son, your mom is my best friend. I ain't regretted marrying her more than few hours at a time and they have been few and far between. If you can decide who among your choices is your best friend then that's the one. If you can't make none of those your best friend, you had best back off.”

“Question is when are you going to talk to Bill?”

“Huh, talk to Bill? He said it all, don't you think?”

“Son, you don't know what was on the other end of that phone call. Hell, he might have had a gun to his head.”

I pictured Jed with a gun. Yeah, that was easy. Picturing Jed holding a gun to Bill's head... I couldn't picture. Then in a flash it came to me... What if Jed threatened Bill with exposure? Jed had mentioned what the town would say about a gay trooper. Bill was more than a little paranoid. Suddenly, I needed to talk to Bill. I was pretty sure it was over between us as lovers but we were still friends.

I called and his mailbox was full. I texted and got no response. I was more than a little concerned. I called Doc and tried to get Julie at the diner. Doc had not heard from him or Jed. Talking to dad I decided to leave after dinner and talk to Bill.

Some if not all the familial warmth seemed present at dinner. When I left after coming out, I wasn't sure I would ever feel welcome. Now, it was almost as if they had known all along.

My next older brother, Skip, said, “Tar, mom says you think you found your man. I'll be good 'n glad when you do. That way I can quit telling people my brother is gay, as it is they think I mean Michael. I have to tell them it's the cowboy not the geek. They never even consider Joey. They can't imagine him having sex with anyone except small animals. Now I can start saying my brother isn't gay but his husband is. With a nod at Joey and Michael I bopped Skip in the back of the head while he was pounded by rolls. As I put my guard up for retaliation mom said the familiar, “now boys.” Yep, things were almost normal.

The return trip found me in a much lighter mood. I had decided that no matter what, Bill and I were no longer lovers. Friends were about all we could hope for. I wasn't angry. I was concerned. Jed was a lot of things arrogant, conceded, but I couldn't see him as a blackmailer.

When I arrived I had every intention of confronting Bill. Instead I confronted Doc's empty house and my bed.

In the morning I decided to forgo my run and headed to Julie's for breakfast. Julie came to my table and sat down at the first sip of coffee. “Welcome back stranger”, then softer, “how ya doin’ Tar?”

“Tar, you know I never met Bill. I couldn't get a read on him. Best I can figure hon, Bill and Jed are kismet. We both know that right now you understand what Bill meant to you. He was a big handsome hunk who was fun for a time. He isn't your kind. You'll get along just fine. He has someone who will give him what he needs. You will too, I hope.”

I didn't realize I had been starting at my cup until that last remark. My chest lurched and my head jerked up. What did she mean, “I hope”. Five minutes ago I was pissed because it was set in stone and now it could slip away, “What do you mean?” Before she answered a waitress came up with a fifty dollar bill that didn't look right. Julie headed to the register.

I hate being blindsided almost as much as I hate being told what I will and won't do. I can be lead into hell but I refuse to be pushed into heaven. Suddenly the small encounters in the clinic hallway with those blue gray eyes meeting mine. Sometimes a smile lit up his whole being. Other times, there was a hunger, intense like a victim of famine. Why hadn't my brain registered those looks? Hell, for that matter, why had I not noticed anything about how he stood real close, or how he casually touched me with an almost caress each time there was the slightest excuse. Why didn't I notice these things? David was trying hard to be my friend and I wouldn't let him. I knew the answer. I am a one man, man. I thought Bill was the one.

Her timing impeccable as always Julie sat down again as I took my first bite of omelet. She said, “Kids these days don't remember what old money looked like. That old fellow probably had that fifty since Eisenhower.”She stood and simply said, “I'll be right back hon.”

There was some slight commotion at the counter and when I looked Bill was there in uniform talking to Julie and a waitress. I could see Bill examining paper currency. Bill returned the bill and looking my way walked over. Julie followed with a pot of coffee and a cup.

“Hey Tar, can I sit down?”

Julie poured his coffee as if his welcome was a foregone conclusion. Then ignoring my scowl, she headed back to the counter.

“Sure Bill, have a seat. It seems like years since I've seen you.” That made him halt as if confused about what I meant.

“Bill, I mean we are friends and I hope we still can be.” At that he began to visibly relax.

“Tar, I know I was a jerk breaking it off like that. Until you came along I was always a little frustrated by first, not being wanted as a closeted gay man and second, there was a side of me that needed to be dominated. Sir has helped me realize that. I don't know if it will work out, but so far it's beyond my expectations. I'm happy, totally happy serving him. Please don't hate me Tar. I don't deserve more than your hatred right now, but, if you can give me a chance I hope to earn your friendship again.”

Bill said it all. I didn't hate him and I still liked him. It would be hard not to. He seemed changed, now sitting in front of me sipping coffee. He was more confident and poised. He was more complete. If anything he was hotter than ever. I was proud to be with him.

“Bill, why do you call that FCA (Fucking Cretin Asshole), Sir?”

“Because he told me to.” Can't argue with logic like that. I shook it off.

“Bill, did you think I loved you... I mean when we were together?”

“Tar, what we had was good. It could have worked for a while but sooner or later we would have realized we were not what each other needed. Sir is what I need right now. Eventually, he may be the exact opposite of what I need. I can only go with what I need now.”

David is more your kind. I am not saying he is the one for you, just that he is closer to what you need. Remember he and I tried. Trust me Tar... maybe that is a bad choice of words or maybe I'm asking too much, I think it is worth a try. He loves you a lot, that much I could see.

I could tell part of Bill's happiness was due to what he thought was my impending happiness. “Shit, where did people get off on telling me how I feel about David. I remember him sitting at the table in that tee shirt and shorts. The blue tee seemed to make his eyes bluer. His smile made them light up. I remember how easy going he was when we made Bill understand he couldn't cook. I remember when he got close to me and I smelled the scent of cologne and... David. It was a heady aroma. Jesus! Maybe I do love the guy. But, it's more likely just a sexual attraction. His voice vibrates my spine and gives me chills that seem to move down to my groin... when did I know this? His touch is the lightest and surest whether in surgery or just touching me to emphasize a point. His musical laughter is like the beginning of a song you just know is going to be a favorite.”

“Damn Bro! You got it bad.” Bill's shit eatin' grin told me all that was said aloud.

My mind kept drifting to David and how he felt about me and how I felt about him. I was not sure I loved him but I was sure that he loved me. That was worth investigating.

Julie joined us, she scooted Bill over. “Tar, if you don't talk to David today, you may find your words falling on deaf ears.” Julie looked at me sternly as she said this. “He loves you, but I see a young man coming into his life that may take his heart away. If you want a chance you have to let him know he has a chance with you. Go to him; tell him at least you think you might love him. The man is in love with you. Bill will tell you, ain't that right Bill?”

Bill, looked at Julie like, 'who in the hell are you woman?' Then he turned to me and said, “Tar, I assume this is Julie. Anyway she's right. David and I played a time or two. When he saw me with you he ‘bout had a heart attack. He wasn't happy to see me. Not because of the memories but because I was in his way. He looked at you like I want someone to look at me. The way you never did. He loves you very much. I want you to be happy, Tar. I want you to find what I think I've found. Talk to him and let him know he has a chance. If Julie is right and he meets this other guy, you might lose your one chance for real happiness.”

“Both of you may be right, but it's too late, he as much as told me he was in love with me and I walked away. I suppose it is worth a try to find out. I'll go to the clinic and we can talk.”

I got up and left the diner. I thought about the check and figured I'd thank both of them later.

Outside the clinic I saw David's Cherokee and Doc's Tahoe. They were both here. I wanted to see Doc before talking to David. I called Doc's cell phone. When he answered he told me David was in surgery and the coast was clear.

In Doc's office I took a seat and began to talk. Doc held up a hand, “Tar, you are about to make the biggest mistake of your life. Right now that boy is hurting. Fred and I had to stay with him Saturday night and a good part of Sunday. He was distraught when you walked away. We got him calmed down but it wasn't easy. He understood that impending fatherhood was a blessing that can ease heartache.”

“I suppose that you’re sneaking in here to avoid David. If you insist, of course we will release you from your contract and give you an excellent letter of reference. Still, this sneaking around, avoiding David is hardly what I've come to expect from you...”

I was taken aback to say the least. Here again my future was planned out by someone else... “Doc, you don't understand. I have no intention of leaving this clinic or this town and if David is willing, I want to give us a chance.”

Doc stood up and came around the desk and grabbed me in a bear hug. “Tar, I couldn't be more proud of you boy than if you were my own son.”

He asked Juanita to ask David to come to his office when he was through in surgery. Then he began asking about my trip and my family and when I told him about what dad had advised he was supportive of dad's advice and insisted he looked forward to meeting him.

It was then that David knocked and entered at Doc's invitation. When David saw me his look was inscrutable. Doc excused himself and closed the door behind him. We both starred at the door when we heard a key turn.

Silence descended like a heavy fog. We seemed to be looking at everything except each other. Finally, David cleared his throat and began, “I suppose I owe you an apology. I should have waited to talk to you alone…maybe over dinner. I'm sorry Tar, but that was and is how I have felt since I first saw you. Julie told me it would be rough. I never knew rejection would hurt like this. She said it was like ripping off a band-aid. She left out the “off my heart” part. She said you would react badly, but I should trust you. Tar, I am sorry. I should have taken more time.”

Well, that was the answer I was looking for. My momma didn't raise no fool. I grabbed him and gave him my best lip lock. Like I was Randolph Scott and he was Cary Grant. At first he was shocked. But, I gotta give it to him, he recovered quickly. He put his left hand behind my head and pulled me closer, bruising my lips. I didn't care. I grabbed his solid ass with both hands and ground his crotch into mine. I could feel his swollen manhood rub against mine. Just as I was sure I was going to cum, he broke the kiss. “Tar...” he gasped, “We've got to control ourselves... we... are... in... a place... of business.” With each utterance he gained more control.

We stepped back and he began, “Does this mean you are not leaving the practice? You're not leaving town?” With each question his smile got brighter and his eyes gleamed with moisture. “Does this mean I have a chance with you? Cause if it does I want to do this right.” He paused and if possible his smile brightened, “You know since Saturday there is another man in my life. You heard about my son, right?”

I reassured him with a slightly less passionate kiss, then asked him first about his son. That seemed to open a floodgate of trepidation, concerns and fear of failing at love and he was in love with a little guy he had only heard about... somewhere in the back of my mind I made a mental note to give Julie hell about the “other man”. David's enthusiasm was contagious and we talked until Doc knocked on the door to get his Stetson.

“You boys gonna stay here tonight? I'm about to lock up.”

David asked if I would have dinner with him, saying, “I haven't eaten since, well I am starving. There is steak house that is on the lake let me take you there. I admitted Bill had taken me there.

David smiled conspiratorially, “Ah, but not how I am going to take you. Follow me to my house.”

We said goodbye to Doc and headed out. By the time we got there it was after six. I was wearing shorts and a polo shirt and boat shoes. David had to change and then we headed out on the deck.

I asked, “Is your deck what you meant when you said we would have dinner out. I am not particularly enamored of your cooking skills though you kisses can make up for a lot... Maybe I should cook.”

David turned on the outside lights explaining, “We'll need them if we come back after dark.

Once in the boat, he started and revved the engine in reverse and it pulled itself from the floating dock. I stood to his left and behind once we headed toward where he indicated the direction of the restaurant.

In the middle of the lake where no one knew us I stepped behind David and wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. His response was to turn and make his lips available. I quickly took advantage. I was glad to be there with him. He stroked my arm and asked if I wanted to drive. I assured him I was happy holding him in my arms. He fisted the sky and let out a “yah who”!

We tied up alongside a restaurant partially resting on pilings. At the end of the walkway we were a floor above the lakes surface. The walkway opened onto an al fresco dining area. Tiki torches were ablaze. I realized I had not seen this part of the restaurant when Bill brought me here.

We were greeted and seated pleasantly. We ordered beer and looked over the menu. David decided on the small fillet and a salad. I thought that light eating for a hungry man. I followed suit... but then I wasn't starving. Through dinner and drinks we got to know each other. Something he had said on his deck Saturday seemed to strike a chord. I felt as if I had always known him. The facts of his life were important to me but were almost inconsequential in knowing him... strange. Wish there was a better way to explain it.

As David talked, his eyes changed from dark to light depending on his feelings about the subject at hand. The pending birth of his son was accompanied by light blue eyes. The death of his mother was paired with dark moody humorless eyes. I could trust those eyes.

Dinner was pleasant; David was more at ease than I. I was sporting wood off and on throughout the meal. I couldn't even pinpoint an aspect that spirited my manhood to rise... it was just David.

Neither wanted desert but we agreed on having coffee. In part, coffee was stalling so we wouldn't have to decide about the rest of the evening.

Eventually the coffee was done and the conversation turned to us and our goals. I explained that I had tried to settle down with Robert, my first love. That didn't turn out so well. I believe there is no difference in relationships between gays and straights. Couples can last if they work at it. All the things that work in a straight relationship work in gay bondings.

That started a round of how a gay couple would manage a household. We agreed on some of the major points... cleaning should be split, if one cooked the other would clean up. Laundry and all the chores would be agreed upon and they should have a maid service. They should agree never to go to bed angry. They should try to share their emotions. There should be time for discussion every day... about them and how they feel their life together is going. There should be goals that are shared as well as individual goals. They should be honest about being together twenty-four hours a day... that last statement made it clear this was not a generic conversation. The only thing we did not discuss was child care.

At last we headed back to the boat house. On the way back I drove and David held onto me much as I did on the trip out, except he nibbled on my neck or moved his hands across my nipples. At one point I threatened to stop the boat and have my way with him. He relented in his stimulating efforts just enough to forestall my threat.

When we arrived at the boathouse we decided to have a beer on the deck. I sat down and David went in to get the beers. As I sat a warming breeze passed over me and the sound of a young man laughing made me look behind me. It was not David's laughter.

When David came back with the beers, I told him about the laughter. He told me he had that experience several times. At first he thought it was just laughter carried from another part of the shoreline. Since, it has repeated at odd times of the day or night... from shortly after noon to three in the morning, he was convinced it was the ghost of the original owner's first love. He didn't know who he was, but that he had died as a Marine in the Middle East.

That story begged the explanation as to why he was out here at three in the morning. He said he awoke and couldn't go back to sleep. He came over here and sat. David began to blush at this point. “Tar, it was the first day you came to town. I was thinking about you and me and my marriage and what it would be like to be with someone like you. I had only been with Bill and one guy in college. I came out here and jacked off imagining you and me together. After I came, the ghost brought a warm breeze in the still air and that wonderful laughter.”

It was strange that neither of us felt uncomfortable with the idea that the boathouse was haunted. We were too busy getting closer to one another. In that light David moved in for a kiss. I was leaning against the railing when his lips met mine. I moved to set my beer on the railing and missed. The bottle made a splash that neither of us acknowledged. I let David set the pace. He slowly, gently brought his lips to mine. It was then I realized he had the softest lips I had ever kissed. There was nothing soft about him. His body was solid and well defined. Those lips were what had thrilled me each time before and they worked their magic once again.

I began to hump against him. It was as if my groin had a mind or its own or was controlled by my cock. David responded by rubbing his own groin up and down against mine. We were kissing as if we were starving and lips were our source of nourishment. I began nibbling and sucking on those delicious morsels. His answer was loud moaning and more frantic rubbing.

“Tar, you have to be in me now. I need it; I need you in me now and forever. Now, if it can be forever.”

I wasn't sure about the phrasing but I said, “I do.”

With that, David stepped back and dropped his shorts. It was then I noticed that he was wearing a black jock strap as underwear. He followed my gaze and I saw his cock throb as he blushed in the Deck lights. “It keeps everything snug and in control.” As he stepped out of his shorts he said, “Tar, I trust you” and handed me a condom. I dropped to my knees and sucked on his cock. It was as long as Bill’s but not as thick. Like Bill, David was uncut. Precum had soaked through the jock strap. I licked it to taste its sweetness and that massive manhood swelled against its restraint. “Tar, don't tease me, suck my cock pleeese.” The please was uttered through gritted teeth. David was desperate to cum. I pulled the jock strap away and down. It took both hands to free his manhood. His balls were low hanging and the size of large eggs. Behind his cock and balls the pouch of the jock strap was invisible.

Precum was dribbling from his piss slit. I licked it like melting ice cream. David’s knees buckled. I took him into my throat and began to administer my best blow job techniques. Even as I did I opened my shorts and extracted my aching cock. I used my own precum to slick my cock and began to stroke myself as I sucked on David. At some point I realized we were both moaning and groaning as the sensations ebbed and flowed.

I managed to get the rubber on and stood. I maneuvered David to the railing and had him lean against it. I knelt behind a perfect pair of cheeks, framed by the black straps, I spread them. The smell of a clean ass is the essence of a man. The essence of David could be bottled. He smelled of musk, sweat and David. I tasted and immediately dove in face first into his pucker. I forced my tongue into his depths. David was moaning and cussing. He said nasty things that inspired me to greater action. I licked, I sucked. I was not longer caring about his pleasure; it just seemed a by-product of my need to eat his ass.

I never got enough but I was sated to the point that I could move to the next act. I hawked up some mucus and smeared it on and inside his ass. As the finger count inside mounted, so did David’s demands to “FUCK ME!” After three fingers glided in and out smoothly and lightly attacking his prostate each time, I hawked again to lube up my condom covered cock. David was an insane man as I lined up for penetration. Sensing my intention he rammed back and buried my cock balls deep. I almost howled and David did howl in his pain. His body went ridged as he fought the pain. I am sure he almost bent the railing with his grip. His ass ring almost severed my cock, but it was an exquisite pleasure for me.

In less than a minute David adjusted to the pain and slowly began to pull away. “Don't move Tar. Let me do this. I held his waist for support and waited. Slowly he pulled away until only my cockhead was in him. He rested a moment and began to take me in again. Slowly until he was again balls deep. Again he moved away. This time he stopped and moved to take me in. “Now, Tar, fuck me.”

I began with some trepidation. Slowly, as gently as I could I fucked David. Soon I heard him again moan. I moved faster in and out. Louder moans and I increased the depth of my penetration. Louder still, I went faster. I was long dicking the man I love.

David was again shouting and cussing. He leaned on his elbow and took his cock in his hand. “Tar, I'm gonna cum.” As he said this he began to stoke his cock…I could feel his ass tighten around my cock. I shifted into a frenzied fuck and mumbled, “Me too”. More tightening of his ass and my balls drew up and sent my load shooting into his hot ass. The staccato slap, slap, slap of frenzied flesh on flesh echoed across the lake. I rammed hard to bury not only my cock but as much of me as possible into David's ass.

Spent, I lay against his back, inhaling deeply of his scent I nuzzled his neck, and whispered, “David I love you”.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~More More chapters coming. I felt this was a place to halt an already long chapter. This is beginning to look more like a novel than a “Tale”. Thanks to Larry my editor who cusses when I get lazy or sloppy and to a lady fan who thinkd black jock straps HOT!.

Editor slaps the back of mouthy author’s head.