I couldn't help wondering how I'd let myself get roped into all this as I sat in the back of my parent's old jeep and tried to keep my baby niece entertained. We were all headed up to the middle of nowhere Arizona for my cousin's wedding. Somehow my sister and brother-in-law had gotten out of it, the details still weren't clear to me, but my mom had volunteered to bring the baby. I loved my niece but right then her crying was making me wonder what I'd let myself in for.
It was about a four hour ride from outer-Phoenix and my parents insisted I drive up with them so I wouldn't have to make it solo. My mom put the guilt trip on me then my dad had backed it up with a lecture and so there I was. The road wasn't even paved past the state route and we bumped along trying to make conversation. My parents had accepted the fact I was gay but they didn't like talking about it so all our talk felt stilted because we were all being so careful about what we were saying. I knew I should've brought my iPod.
The scenery was beautiful as we passed from the desert to the high-desert and on into the forested mountains. I'd come up here with my sister almost every summer until I turned fourteen, I'd only been back a handful of times since. I'd never realized how much I took it for granted watching the low trees turn into a full forest. Born and raised in Phoenix I was used to concrete and cactuses. Memories of summers long gone started coming back to me. At twenty-five I remembered back to how it had felt like going to another world as we ascended a series of switchbacks. I was used to the harsh sun of the desert and seeing it softened and gentled through the trees made me sigh.
My father was from Deep Valley, actually named Santa Magdalena except the almost entirely white population refused to call it by a "mexican" name, and we still had a lot of family there. When he'd married my mom they moved to "the city" where my sister and I had been born. My mom is part Apache and his family strongly disapproved of their marriage, cutting all ties, until we'd been born and come out mostly white-looking. Now we were headed to my cousin Noreen's wedding at my grandparent's ranch. From the way everyone acted now you'd never suspect my mom had ever been rejected by her in-laws.
The ranch was situated at the eastern end of the valley, a couple miles past the little post office/market/feed store and the church that made up the main street. My grandparents had sold most of their land and retired but they still kept some horses, cows and chickens. I couldn't wait to see their place. When I was little I loved spending time there: riding out to the creek to fish with my grandpa or helping my grandma make biscuits in the morning for breakfast with gravy.
Pulling up the long gravel drive we all stopped talking and looked toward the big house. I could see that the bunkhouse had been torn down and a roofed patio took its place. I supposed that's where the wedding would take place. We'd come hours early so my mom could help with the preparations. My Aunt Merle was just walking up to the front door with a load of boxes when we pulled up in front. She set them down on the veranda and hurried down to greet us. I hadn't seen Aunt Merle in about ten years and I couldn't believe how gray and heavy she'd gotten. I wouldn't have recognized her but for her signature early-sixties hairstyle that she'd always had.
"Well, come on. Y'all better hurry `cause Momma's in a fit. You boys come and help get this stuff inside." Aunt Merle was already shouting orders and I'd barely opened my door. Me and my dad went over to help her while my mom got the baby. She handed off the boxes to me with a pat on the shoulder saying, "My word, Tommy, you sure have grown up good."
After a couple of trips everything was inside and situated. I greeted my grandma, accepting the usual rain of kisses and hugs. She pulled a cookie from a tin on the counter for me, my favorite chocolate chip that only she could make. I took the cookie with a kiss and greeted the rest of the female relatives but they were all busy with my mom cooing over my niece. I took off to the den where my dad was watching tv with my grandpa and my uncles. Grandpa got up to give me a hug, eyeing my cookie, and my uncles stood to shake hands. I finished the cookie as they resumed their seats and we talked for a few minutes.
"Go on upstairs to the guest room, boy. Donnie Wayne's up there with the groom gettin' him ready. Make sure they ain't just fooling around or drinking." I turned a grateful look on my grandpa and left. I hated my cousin Donnie Wayne who was Noreen's brother. The last summer I came up here he'd gotten me to give him a blowjob with the promise he would return the favor. He never had and I was still pissed, he hadn't even apologized.
I went upstairs, the ranch house was big, and knocked at the first door. A female voice asked who it was and I yelled out a sorry. Noreen opened the door and pulled me in. She gave me a big hug, I'd always liked her. She asked how I was doing and I told her I was going to see Donnie Wayne and her fiancé. There were a couple of other women in the room and they were giving me the eye. I backed up to the door saying "See you later." I went to the only other closed door and walked in. It was empty but the adjoining bathroom door was shut so I closed the door behind me.
"Donnie Wayne, it's me, Tommy. Come on out motherfucker." I sat on the edge of the bed and waited, steeling myself for the inevitable confrontation.
The door opened and I looked up to see the fucking sexiest man ever. He held a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. The towel outlined his muscular thighs and accentuated his small waist. His torso was covered in thick dark hair. He had a powerful chest and big arms. When my eyes finally found his face he had a funny little grin on. He was beautiful and tall, filling the doorway.
"Who the hell are you?" His voice was deep but pitched soft.
"Tommy, Noreen's cousin. Where, um, where's Donnie Wayne?"
"I forgot my shoes at the camp, he went to get them." As he spoke he advanced further into the room. "Fuck, I can't believe this is happening."
"What's happening?" His presence and looks had me dumbfounded and I felt like I was participating in two different conversations here.
"Just last night at the bachelor party I was thinking how it's a shame I hadn't fucked a guy in a long time and I wouldn't be able to before my wedding. Then you show up here, looking at me like I'm the last ice cream at the Fourth of July." He pulled me up to stand in front of him. He hadn't showered yet, I could smell it on him.
"Huh? What do you mean?" My mouth felt dry and hot so I had to force the words out, still a step or two behind.
"Don't play dumb, Tommy." He said my name like he could use it to hit me. "This is too good to pass up. We got about twenty minutes." He put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me closer as his other hand went behind my neck to hold me and draw me closer. Our lips pressed together for a second before he tilted his head and used his tongue to open my mouth. He went deep, fast. I instinctively returned the kiss and slid my tongue along his. When I needed more air I pulled back, my mind racing, and he gently nipped my bottom lip.
"We can't... it's your wedding day." He fisted his hand in the hair at the back of my head and growled.
"I ain't married yet." He pulled me back to his lips and I gave up any pretence of resisting.
I'd felt his towel slip from between us moments ago. I ran my hands over his wide back and down to his ass, it was thick and strong. I kneaded the muscles as I forced our crotches together and began humping him. A small groan escaped his mouth on a sigh and he broke the kiss. By now I was rock hard in my jeans and ready to take this to the next step. I let my body relax to sit on the bed and suck his cock but he held me firm.
"No, I want a taste of you first..." He pulled my t-shirt up and off, throwing it on the floor. "Before I fuck you." I was about to protest when he slipped a hand between us and squeezed my dick hard. I gasped out a moan as he slipped into a squat and started unbelting and unbuttoning me. He had my pants around my knees and my dick in his mouth before I knew what was happening. He moaned against my cock in approval as he licked around the head. A soft shudder went through my body as he sank onto the shaft and I slid into his throat.
He swallowed around me and "Oh fuck" kind of gargled out of my throat. The guy knew how to give head. He pulled off and held the base of my cock while he wet two fingers of his other hand in his mouth. He got back on my cock and let go of the hilt to roll my balls. His wet fingers reached between my thighs to my hole and rubbed against it before pushing inside. The sudden stretch made me hiss and I fisted my hands in his black hair.
He let go of my balls to push my jeans and underwear lower. I tried to help him work them off as he upped the suction and worked his fingers in deeper. Suddenly he found my prostate and rubbed it, making me knees go weak. He'd gotten my pants and shoes off and used his elbow to make me take a wider stance. It had only been a minute since he'd taken my cock in his mouth and I was on the brink of cumming. He let up on the inner massage and let my dick out of his mouth to lick over it. I gritted my teeth and eased away from the orgasm.
He used his fingers to stretch my entrance then forced a third finger in. I gasped and he swallowed my cock again. The orgasm I'd suppressed was suddenly there and he swallowed the first shot straight down his throat. He pulled back to catch the rest on his tongue, using short strokes to get me off in his mouth. I felt the warmth of my own cum bathe my cockhead as he used his tongue on the underside to make me shudder.
He pushed me back and I landed on the bed, boneless. He stood between my legs and spit my cum into his hand. I saw the last white drop hang onto his bottom lip before he brushed it off and licked his lips.
"Mmm. You got a nice big dick. Taste good too." His hand dropped to his cock and he rubbed my cum onto it. It was my first look at what he was packing and I choked at the sight. He was big, long and thicker than I would have thought possible. It glistened in the light from the layer of cum as I studied it. It looked primordial with dark hair growing up along the shaft and thick veins crisscrossing it. I could just discern the slit inside the folds of a thick foreskin.
He moved closer and used the hand that wasn't slicking up his cock to lift my leg. He let go of his cock to rub the sticky mess over my hole and grabbed my other leg as he crawled onto the mattress over me. He put my legs over my shoulder and lined his cock up with my ass.
"You're so built and smooth. Even your ass." He looked up from my ass to meet my eyes as he rubbed the head of his big cock over my ring.
"It's the Apache blood. Oh God, you can't fuck me." He pushed at my entrance so I felt the head stretch my hole.
"I'm going to fuck you." He wasn't backing off and I could feel he was reaching the point where it was going to just burst through any second. I was stuck, torn about what I wanted. I hadn't been fucked in years, literally, but I was so hot for this guy I kind of wanted it. Then it hit me:
"You're not wearing a condom." It came out a little squeaky but I'd just realized. I'd never fucked or been fucked without a condom and I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of something so important before that second. He did pause this time.
"I'm clean. Haven't fucked around with a guy in a couple years and my company tests me every year. You got anything?"
"No! But... aarrgh." I finished in a breathless wail as he plunged into me. It felt like he was ripping me open, like my ass was tearing apart. I pushed against him with my legs but he just held tighter and bent me further in half. I dug my fingers into his lats and pushed against him but there was no holding him off as his cock sank further into me.
"Come on, baby. You got most of it now." I looked up at him in shock and the last of his cock breached me, clear into my guts. I could barely breathe and was helpless as my whole body seemed to squeeze and convulse around his cock. He gave me maybe thirty seconds to get used to the invasion before he pulled back and thrust deep. My back arched off the bed as he planted his hands on either side of me and ground his cock in me. My legs slipped off his shoulders and caught at his elbows, my ass opening wide. The pain was there, all encompassing, until the second thrust and it just sort of melted away. Each subsequent plunge into my body made me want more.
I slid my hands down over his back and ass to rest on his thighs, pulling him to me until he was steadily pounding into me. I couldn't remember it ever feeling like this and I gave myself up to the sensations of his behemoth of a cock pulling in and out of me. It was like he was going to turn me inside-out and I could only writhe against him.
He leaned down and kissed me, our lips and tongues barely connecting. I moaned and asked for more.
"Keep it down, baby. I'll fuck you good, don't worry." My cock was hard between us as I twitched and wiggled. I was searching for more, harder, deeper. He read the intent of my motions and really railed me, shifting his pelvis lower until it felt like his cock was rubbing mine from the inside. With just a few heavy thrusts my cum was pouring out or me, soaking between our bodies. I would have screamed but his mouth descended on mine and held my cries.
For the first time ever I felt the heat of his load bursting inside me, scalding and branding me. The sensation forced more cum from my dick as he collapsed on top of me, barely moving his cock inside my clenching channel.
We rested like that for a moment before he rolled over beside me, his dick popping free.
"Fuck, that was intense. God, you were so tight." He ran his hand over my chest and belly, down to give my cock and balls a squeeze. "Most guys can't take me like that, hell most women can't do it. You're something, you know that?" He leaned over to give me a gentle kiss, I was still trying to catch my breath. "Let's get in the shower before Donnie Wayne gets back."
He pulled me up off the bed and led me into the bathroom. While we waited for the shower to warm up he rested a hand on my ass. I looked over at him and he chuckled before saying, "Thanks for that. I mean it. I know it was kind of rough, but you don't know how much it means to me that you'd give it up like that before I say `I do'. It'd been awhile, huh?"
"Yeah, a long while."
We moved into the shower together. We made quick and efficient use of the soap, water and shampoo. We moved around one another like we'd done it forever. As I was rinsing my hair I felt his hand move up and over my chest to thumb my nipple. Blood immediately began to pool in my cock.
"Shit, I can't believe this. It's just this'll be the last time ever, you know, before I gotta stand up there and... well, I know I was hard on you before but you think you could take me again? Right now?" He didn't wait for an answer but turned me around and palmed the globes of my ass. I rested my hands against the tile in front of me and looked over my shoulder as I heard the click of a lid opening. He was squeezing some hair conditioner into his palm and rubbing it over his hard cock. Christ, it looked even bigger in his hand.
He stepped closer and leaned in like he was going to say something, or kiss me. I wasn't prepared for the feel of his cock being shoved back into me. It was kind of easier without the forewarning, or maybe I was just used to it, and he moved deep right away, impaling me. I squeezed his cock with every muscle inside my body to ease the stretch and burn and we both groaned. He used his hands and dick to maneuver me around so I was facing the side wall of the shower, out of the direct spray of water, and kicked my legs open wider. I said a silent prayer to God and grandma for having the friction mat on the floor of the tub.
Taking a firm grip on my hips he set straight to fucking. He reached around for my cock and I went hard pretty much instantly. My mouth hung open, like I could make my hole open wider with some weird muscle sympathy from my mouth, and I panted with my cheek pressed to the cold tile. There wasn't time for any tricks and he just pulled my ass back onto his cock every time he thrust forward. It was incessant and all-consuming, making me want to cum from the deep caressing in my chute and bowels. I was building up to another orgasm quickly, like I'd never done before, and it made my balls and shaft ache.
Without warning he pulled all the way out of me and quickly fit the head of his cock between my ass cheeks before plunging back in. I would have cried out except that he'd forced all the air from my lungs. He did it twice more in rapid succession so I couldn't help the little whimper that escaped me, maybe wanting more of the same or begging for some mercy I couldn't even guess.
A knock on the door stopped him from doing it again. His cock had just popped out of me and we both heard the door open.
"Hey, buddy boy. I got your shoes. You been in the shower all this time?"
Fuck, it was my cousin Donnie Wayne. The same time I realized who it was I felt the guy's cock forcing its way back into my sore ass.
"Thanks, Donnie Wayne. I just got in here." He went in to the hilt as he covered my mouth with his hand. "I'll be done in just a few minutes." He took a long slow thrust up into me. "Just leave `em out by the bed." By the time he finished talking he was back in to the hilt and ground his hips in little circles against me. I didn't know whether to bite his hand in need or kiss it for keeping me quiet.
"No problem, brother. Or soon-to-be-brother. I'll just wait on you out here." His fucking took on a quiet intensity that made me roll my hips at each slow, deep stab. His hand over my mouth held my head back against his shoulder as he pressed our bodies together.
"I saw Big Mike up to the camp. He said he would be comin' down for the ceremony. How many of the guys are coming?" Fucking Donnie Wayne. I wanted to scream at him to get the fuck out already so this guy could get me done.
"Hey, Donnie Wayne? Gimme a couple minutes here. I'll be right out." As he talked he fucked me with just the head of his cock, making my hole open and loose. I couldn't believe he kept his voice so even and normal.
"Okay, I guess I better go get my suit from mama's car. I'll be right back."
When we heard the door close he slammed forward, giving me the full hard length of his big cock, and whispered against my ear, "We gotta make this quick. Sorry."
He'd no more spoken than he set about making his words into action. He used short strokes, I figured to help eliminate the sound of wet flesh slapping together, and pummeled my ass. It was hard and fast and perfect.
"Play with yourself. I want you to cum too," he whispered to me. One of his hands still held me in place by the hip and the other kept me quite so I let go of the wall to stroke myself. I heard him growl in approval against my back. Just the sound might have set me off, but with the friction of my hand to help I started cumming. It shot out of me in hard jets that landed against the tile with a sound I could hear over the water. He moaned "Oh fuck," softly, and I felt him flooding my insides again. It was hot, like his cum was sizzling against my sensitive lining. When we both came down he pulled me back against his frame and uncovered my mouth to kiss me.
With a lingering lick over my lips he grabbed the bar of soap to quickly lather up his cock and his balls. Reaching behind me he pressed the soap into my ass for a thorough cleansing, his fingers pressing a little more than necessary against my sore hole until I wiggled. He pushed me back into the water and used his hands to spread my cheeks and run his fingers through my crack until the soap was gone. He turned us so he was more in the water and let it clear him off too.
Without a word he turned the water off and opened the shower curtain. He grabbed two towels off the rack and handed one to me. We dried off, looking at each other in companionable silence. He wrapped the towel around his waist and went to open the door and stopped to turn back to me.
"Let me make sure your cousin isn't out there." He gave me a meaningful look.
He opened the bathroom door part way and peeked out. I heard him give a soft sigh before saying, "Hey Donnie Wayne, would you go get me something to drink." Donnie Wayne must have said something because he replied, "Yeah, must be nerves." A second later he pushed the door open all the way and I followed him into the room.
I jumped into my clothes as fast as I could. I had one hand on the doorknob and my shoes in the other when I paused. I tuned back and watched him pull on his pants, still not believing I'd let this hot guy fuck me.
"Hey, what's your name?" It had only just struck me that I didn't know it.
"Les. Nice to meet you, Tommy." We both smiled at the craziness of what we'd just done and I slipped out the door to race down the hall towards my grandparent's room.
After I'd gotten my boots on I snuck downstairs. The kitchen was now empty so I went out the side door. My Uncle Donnie was out there smoking; he looked up at me as I stepped out.
"How's things, Tommy? You're still workin' on those motorcycles?"
"Yeah. I'm good at it and I like it, Uncle Donnie. How're you doing? Ready to give Noreen away?"
"Boy, I've been ready since that girl turned fifteen!"
We laughed and chatted awhile before I brought up Les in the conversation, bumming a smoke. He still rolled his own and the tobacco tasted nasty but I made do. I learned that Les was from north-east Texas, he worked for one of the lumber companies, he was just a few years older than Noreen and I, his family was "queer" and wouldn't be at the wedding and that he and Noreen had only known one another for about a month. I digested all this information while I tried to squeeze more out of Uncle Donnie without looking too interested. I couldn't help shifting my weight restlessly from one foot to the other, Les's cum was trying to leak out of me.
Unfortunately we weren't hiding as well as I'd hoped and my Aunt Merle found us. She sent the poor man off on some errand and conscripted my help in putting up the decorations. Time flew by, stringing lights and garland from a ladder and setting up tables and chairs. Before I knew it I had to go and change for the ceremony. Me and my dad found our bags and changed into our best jeans, cowboy boots, white dress shirts with pearl buttons and wide brimmed cowboy hats.
We found my mom and the baby, already changed into dresses, and seated ourselves with them close to the front of the rows of chairs. Donnie Wayne and Les stood at the front of the patio with the Justice of the Peace. Donnie Wayne pressed a button on a boom box and wedding music started. A girl I knew as a friend of Noreen's came out of the house towards us, the maid of honor. Noreen wasn't too far behind with Uncle Donnie escorting her. When everyone was in place Donnie Wayne shut off the music as everyone took pictures and Aunt Merle sobbed overly loud.
The JP had cleared his throat, encouraging everyone to quiet down. He'd barely started speaking when a loud screech cut through his words and we all turned toward the house. An old faded-blue pick-up rattled over the yard from around front, the transmission screaming, and pulled to a stop before the patio. Everyone was shocked, staring with open-mouthed wonder.
"Oh, hell!" I heard Les exclaim as a small woman jumped out of the cab of the truck and strode imperiously up to the patio.
"Mama, you promised you wouldn't interfere," Les yelled out. He advanced down the aisle until he stood practically at my side. Clouds moved in to cover the sun and a chill raced down my spine.
"Leslie McDonough you will not tell your own mother what she can or can't do." Her voice was cracked and terrible, ominous in the grey light, with a thick accent. "There is no love in this union and I forbid any child of mine to make a false vow before God." Her hand came out, pointing at Les. "I would rather curse you to my dying day than let you make a mockery of a sacred compact."
"Mrs. McDonough I'm Noreen, Les's fiancée." Noreen came forward and I could tell it took every ounce of bravery in her to do it. "I love your son, m'am."
"Liar!" Les's mom screamed and her hand flew from her side, something small leaving it and landing on Noreen's chest to fall between her boobs into her low-cut dress. In seconds she pulled another from her pocket and flung it at Les. It landed right on his chest where he caught it. I'd turned to watch him and as I turned back I felt something strike my forehead. I automatically caught it as it fell from my face. I stared at the little leather pouch in my palm, it was tacky and made my skin crawl. I looked up at Les's mom in bewilderment.
"I curse this union." She cried at the top of her lungs, eyes fixed on Les, and threw a handful of dirt from her pocket onto the ground. "And I curse those who would support it." A line of fire sprang up in the grass from where she'd thrown the dirt and raced around the patio in a neat circle. When the circle was fully formed the fire extinguished itself. Cackling mightily she climbed in her truck. She reversed in a wide arch and raced over the lawn and around the yard. Everyone just stared until the truck was out of sight then turned to Les. I still held the sticky wad of leather in my hand.
Just when I thought someone would say something a loud crash of thunder rolled down the valley. I smelled ozone a second before it sounded like a waterfall landed on the patio roof. I turned to find hail the size of oranges falling to the ground. Somebody screamed, I realized it was my Aunt Merle, and she took off running into the hail. My dad, closest to her, went after her. My mom thrust the baby at me and followed them. After they'd gone about ten feet I couldn't make them out. I caught a blinding flash of lightning from the corner of my eye and the instant roar of thunder almost knocked me off my feet.
When I'd recovered I tucked my niece more firmly against my body to chase after my parents. A large hand on my shoulder stopped me and I turned to find Les looking serious. I realized that we were the only two left in the covered patio. Peripherally I caught movement and turned to see someone running on all fours like a giant monkey. I couldn't make out who it was behind the veil of falling ice but the odd movement made me shiver.
"Don't go out there, it's too dangerous. We need to get the baby inside." He grabbed the baby-carrier and pulled a blanket out. He put his arm over my shoulder so the baby was between our bodies and draped the blanket over us. "Let's go, we'll head straight for the house."
Together we ran from the shelter of the porch and he kept a firm grip on me, keeping me from stumbling on the ice. I felt the hail pelting my head and shoulders but we made it to the house in seconds. Opening the kitchen door Les ushered me in and I threw off the blanket. No one was around and I called out a hello, but didn't receive any response.
"I have to go find Noreen. She's pregnant and I'm worried about her."
"Where'd she go?" I was more worried about my family but the news that she was pregnant hadn't escaped me.
"I don't know. I was watching her mom and your parents run off. When I turned around she was gone." He looked really concerned but I wasn't sure what to say.
"Let me," I was ready to offer my support but was cut off by a loud growl from the other side of the kitchen door. It sounded like a wolf, but too loud for that.
"Fuck, it's one of mama's beasts or something. We need to get out of here. Now!" He was pulling me back towards the door. I just had time to grab the baby's diaper bag from the kitchen table. I also spotted my backpack and handed it to Les. He shouldered it and opened the door.
The hail had stopped but it was misting rain and a thick fog was growing out from the surrounding trees. Les guided us into the trees, looking all around. His caution was working on me and I uneasily scanned the surroundings.
"Uncle, I'm hungry." My niece, who'd been so quiet, startled me. She looked up at me with an open mouth and repeated her statement in a voice I would never have recognized as hers. Les shushed us and I dug into the diaper bag. I found her teething cookies and took one out for her. She happily settled to gumming it.
The fog had grown thicker and Les took my hand to keep us from being separated. We hadn't walked far, or so it seemed, when the bulk of a small cabin loomed up ahead of us. It was the cabin that used to serve the ranch hands on the far side of the ranch. It wasn't even part of my grandparents' property anymore and was miles from the house. We shouldn't have even been close to it but I recognized it immediately.
Les left me at the low stairs as he looked in. It must have been empty because he waved me forward and we entered the little one room cabin. It looked just as I remembered it. There were two beds against the back wall with homemade quilts and sheets folded atop the mattresses. The wall with the door had a small kitchen area to one side and a table with four chairs on the other side. A large fireplace dominated the other wall.
"You stay here with the baby. I'm going outside to have a look and see if I can find anyone. Try to get the fire lit." I knew he was right and nodded back to him as he set off. I set the baby on the floor, her cookie almost gone, and examined the supplies available for the fire. Even though it had been warm before the air had cooled considerably and the cabin was cold.
"Uncle, I'm hungry." I whirled to find my niece staring at me so desperately I was transfixed for a moment. I figured I'd get her another cookie and then figure out what she could eat for real food. I made the fire, examined the flue and lit it.
By the time Les returned hours had gone by. I'd fed the baby two jars of baby-food from her diaper bag, three more teething cookies, four bottles of formula, two bowls of mushy cereal and all the cheerios I'd found. There was a fire keeping us warm and Les had brought an armful of fallen wood.
"Something's wrong with the baby." I had her on the smaller bed where she was happily gnawing on a cookie. "She's keeps telling me she's hungry. It's like I can't get enough food into her but she's already eaten more than she usually eats in a day."
"She'll be okay. You should try to get her to go to sleep." He put the wood by the fireplace without looking at me.
"What the fuck happened out there? Did you find anyone?" I tried to keep my voice low. Unconsciously I stuck my hands in my pockets and was surprised to feel the little leather bag in one of them. I pulled it out and held it out to his back. "And what is this?"
Finally he turned around and glanced at my upraised hand. His eyes met mine and I could see the stress in the lines around his eyes and mouth. He took my hand and closed my fingers over the bag, holding my fist, as he spoke, "No, I didn't see any sign of anyone. The fogs still pretty thick, though, so I might've missed something. We'll leave the lights on tonight and maybe someone will find us." He looked so concerned that I couldn't help but wonder if he really did love Noreen, despite what his mother had said. Thinking of his mother...
"What did your mom do? That thing in my grandparents' house... you said it was your mom's?"
"My mama does this backwoods hoo-doo shit. She's some kinda priestess, or something. Fuck, I don't know. Only women can do it, her and my gran do it. I've seen her do shit but nothing like this, that little thing in your hand?" His hand squeezed mine a little tighter to acknowledge what I held and I nodded. "It's a gris-gris. It holds a spell or something."
"Why'd she throw one at me? Should we throw it in the fire?" I tugged at my hand for him to release it as I turned toward the fire.
"Don't. I don't know what'll happen. Just hold onto it, I guess." He let go of my hand and I was almost tempted to burn it anyway but I slipped it back into my pocket. He put his hand on my shoulder and smiled at me, a soft smile to show he was pleased, I couldn't help smiling back as he continued, "I don't really know why she picked you out but I can guess." He seemed reluctant to continue, just holding my gaze. What was passing between us intensified and he stepped closer, close enough for me to smell the scent of the rain and humidity on him with the underlying muskiness I recognized as his own.
"She said you didn't love Noreen. Why would she say that?" I barely whispered it, the thing or feeling between us felt too raw and new.
"Because I don't. Your cousin is pregnant with my baby, I'm trying to do the honorable thing."
"But, then, does Noreen love you?"
"Probably not, didn't really matter. I don't know how my mama knows what she does. I didn't even tell her about the wedding. But I do know that she's almost always right." His hand slid from my shoulder up to cradle my jaw.
"What else is she right about?"
"I think she's right about you. I think she knew full well what she was doing when she got you with the gris-gris." He gently ran his lips over mine and I ran my hands around his waist.
"And what is that?" I spoke against his lips.
He pulled back just slightly to meet my eyes, the energy crackled between us and I could feel the surface of my skin heating up. After a moment he spoke, "She's just trying to watch out for me the only way she knows how. She doesn't want me to be with somebody I don't love. Especially when I'd just met someone I could."
This time we both leaned in for the kiss and went straight to the hot and heavy. My lips opened for him and he thrust his tongue into my mouth, licking and tasting me. I was quick to give back and tasted him deep. We pulled apart only to tip our heads in the other direction and the tips of our tongues met just before our lips. Just as we slipped back into the kiss we were both startled by a cry from my niece.
"Uncle, I am hungry." I turned to find her still propped on the bed with her little arms stretched out to me.
Before he released me, Les said, "Change her diaper but try to get her to sleep. Don't give her anymore to eat, it could make her sick." I nodded and grabbed the diaper bag off the table as I went to her.
It took about ten minutes of rocking her through constant crying and telling me how hungry she was, just when I was about to give in, before she fell asleep. I laid her down on the smaller bed, mounding pillows and blankets around her. Les had made the other bed and put some old coffee on to boil in a kettle over the fire. He'd found the trail mix in my backpack and some other food from the cupboards set out on the table. He motioned me over and poured out the coffee.
We sat and chose what we would eat, as I glanced back at the baby a few times to make sure she was asleep still. He rested his hand over mine to get my attention before he whispered, "She's okay, now. You can relax, babe. What do you want to eat? Trail mix and ten-year-old spam or trail mix and canned beans?"
"How about just some trail mix. I'm not that hungry anyway." He was grinning at me.
"I think that's a really good call. Think I'll have the same." We split up the bag and chewed while talking. We talked about lumbering and motorcycles. When I was explaining how the garage I worked at specialized in motorcycles and refinishing older models I found out that he had an old Harley and we discussed what it would take to fix it up. I told him I was part-owner and would give him a good deal on parts and labor.
"Thanks, babe, that old girl needs a lot of work. I could make it up to you." He leered at me with a gleam in his eyes.
"And how would you make it up to me?"
"I could work off some of the cost."
"I don't need any trees cut down."
"Ah, Tommy, I wasn't talking about cutting down trees." He ran his hand up and down my thigh.
"Then what did you have in mind?" I couldn't stop grinning like a damn fool.
"You know, a nice massage or something."
"Or a nice blowjob?"
"I could do that. Or I wouldn't mind being on the receiving end of your dick someday."
"Ooh, I'd like that."
"I knew you were a born bottom-boy when I put my dick in you, but maybe you could get up to giving me some of your cock." I was ready to be offended `til I saw the glint in his eyes and knew he was teasing me.
"I'll show you a bottom-boy, after I fuck you you'll be begging for it all the time."
"Ha, you gave it up pretty easy to me, top man."
"I didn't think I really had a choice."
He screwed up his lips for a second before replying, "I'm real sorry about that. I guess I was a little desperate, came on too hard."
"Came hard, too." We both laughed before I could finish, "It's okay. I think it turned out for the best."
"Sure did. Now you can pay me back. I found that lube in your pack, Boy Scout. Let's go to bed." I glanced over at the baby as he stood and took my hand, saying, "Don't worry, she's out for the night. We'll just have to keep it down."
He helped me stand and led me over to the larger bed. This time I initiated the kiss and helped him undress. He sucked on my tongue as I pushed his shirt off his broad shoulders. I rubbed my hands over his hairy chest and tugged briefly at his nipples. When he had his jeans undone I pushed him back onto the mattress. I pulled off his boots then finished removing his pants and underwear. I undressed in a flash as he moved back to the center of the bed and stroked his big, hard cock.
Completely naked I climbed onto the bed between his legs. I took a grip of his cock at the base and held it up, marveling I'd taken it inside me. Pre-cum was already leaking from the cuff of his foreskin as I leaned down to smell him and lick into the slit. He gasped beneath me. Easing the skin down the shaft I brought the broad head into view and forced it between my lips.
It was so big around I had trouble working his dick, but I persevered until the head was pressed to the entrance of my throat. I realized instantly that it would take more time and practice than I had to take him all the way so I backed off to work the head and foreskin with my tongue. When I had him panting I pulled off to lick my way down the shaft to his hairy balls. They were big, like the rest of him, and I sucked them one at a time into my mouth.
When he dug his heels into the bed and lifted his ass I figured it was time to move lower. I pulled his legs up and rolled his sweet ass into view. The crack was as hairy as the rest of him but I easily spied the tight pink knot of his hole. I licked over it, smelling the unadulterated scent of his maleness. I pressed against it with the flat of my tongue and felt it pulse. I pointed my tongue and dug into his sweet hole until it surrender and my tongue slipped inside him. He was groaning and cursing under his breath. I licked into the hot folds and felt the muscle relaxing. I pulled my lips back and scraped my top teeth gently against the skin just at his entrance. I felt his hands fist in my hair.
"Fuck, you're killing me, babe. Put your cock in there already."
I felt along the bed for the lube as I gently sucked and tongued his ring. When I found it I uncapped the little bottle and poured a good puddle into the palm of my hand before closing it. I slicked my own cock. I raised my head a little and he let go of my hair. I moved up on me knees before him. He had his strong forearms behind his knees, holding himself spread and open for me. I lightly slapped my lubed palm against his crease, making him yelp, before pushing my middle finger all the way into him. His ring clenched tight around my digit. Just looking at him, spread wide with his skin flushed and my finger barely stretching him, had my dick harder than I think it had ever been.
I eased a second finger into him, trying to take my time and get him ready. I'd barely moved my fingers when I glanced up and met his eyes. I knew he wanted me to fuck him, bad. I swear I felt the tips of my ears get hot. I didn't want to wait any longer, couldn't. I pulled my fingers from him and moved closer. I grabbed his ankles to roll his ass higher. When he was lined up just right I nudged my dick into his crack until the head was up against his little hole. With a mighty shove I speared into him fully, my balls resting hard against his ass. He cried out with his eyes pinched shut.
My dick isn't monster-big like his, but far from small, so I gave him a few minutes to adjust. I kept there, unmoving, just enjoying the tight heat of his body, the rhythmic convulsing of his hole along the length of my cock. It was the first time I'd ever been inside a guy without a condom and I reveled in it.
Finally the need to move was too much. I pulled back just slightly before sliding in. Les's eyes popped open and I could tell he was over the worst of it. Starting with slow, shallow strokes I watched him until I was using my whole cock to fuck him. When his dick was fully hard again I shouldered his legs and moved into a push-up position over him. I gave him a couple of steady thrusts to see how we joined up. I could tell he liked it so I started to pound into him, fucking him as hard as I could. I noted the bed squeaking and groaning like it was fit to bust over the noise of our heavy breathing.
Just when I was on the verge of cumming I stopped to regroup. I dropped onto my knees and elbows, pinning his legs to his chest between us, and leaned down for a kiss. Les grabbed my head in both hands and crushed our mouths together. He licked at my lips, mouth and tongue before he used his hold in my hair to pull me up to look at him.
"Fuck, you feel good inside me. You have me so close, just fuck me. God do it, give it to me hard." I pushed my hands under his arms to grip his shoulders. I swiveled my hips a few times before pulling back all the way and forcing my cock back in deep. I did it a few more times and when he was crying out I went back to shafting him hard. He bit his lip and nodded his head before finally whispering over and over, "Fuck me. Oh shit, fuck me."
"Pull on your cock. Make yourself cum." He didn't hesitate and I felt his hand between our bellies. The next thing I knew he was cumming between us, the hot fluid scalding against my skin. His ass knotted up and my own cum just spewed out of me. He was so hot and tight. I thrust and shivered over him as the orgasm washed through me, infinitely satisfying.
Totally spent, I collapsed on top of him. I let his legs go and they slid to rest alongside mine. I licked at his neck and tried to catch my breath, I could feel his heart still racing against my chest. After a few moments I eased my cock from him, it was still half-hard, and rolled over to lie beside him. I tugged him half against me and bunched a pillow under my head so I could watch him. He smiled at me and we shared a sweet kiss.
"Wow," he said. "That was just... incredible, fucking incredible. I take back all that shit I talked earlier. I've never cum while getting fucked before, I didn't know it could be so good."
"Anytime, Les. You have the sweetest ass on the whole goddamn planet." I ran one of my hands down to cup his ass on the side furthest from me.
"Aww, such a sweet-talker." He flexed his ass in my hand.
We lay quietly for awhile as I traced the whorls of hair over his chest and stout abs. I was thinking of my parents and grandparents, wondering if they were okay. He must have sensed my preoccupation because he brought his hand up to link our fingers together and asked, "What's wrong Tommy?"
"Just worried about my family. You think they're okay? What if that thing in the house ate them?"
"I have a feeling they're just fine. My mama wouldn't set out to hurt anyone. Especially since I have a feeling she set this whole thing up to get us together."
"Yeah?" I wanted to believe him though the worry still clung to me.
"Yeah, when we wake up the whole thing will be like a bad dream. Everyone will be fine."
"But how can you be sure that the curse... or whatever will be gone?"
""Cause I know, now, that you're what I want. I was a blind fool, but now I've seen the light."
I snuggled closer and kissed him briefly, taking comfort in the warmth of his body. It made me feel a little silly, like an insecure idiot, but I couldn't help asking, "So you think maybe you love me?"
"Babe." I met his eyes and the dark swirl of his emotions reflected so plainly in them made me choke up. "Whatever is meant to be, will be. We'll take this slow and easy. But, hell, I'm pretty sure we both know what this is between us. We don't have to name it yet."
"Thanks, sorry I'm being so emotional. It just makes me feel better to hear it, I guess."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, I mean you fucked me and not many guys have done that. And you didn't wear a condom, no one has ever done that. I was just feeling, I don't know... kinda dumb about the whole thing. I shouldn't have let you, should've stopped you. It was like..."
"Like I took advantage of you?" I had to look down at his chest again.
"Well, yeah. Sort of, but I'm a guy and that isn't supposed to happen. And, well, I was mad at myself and you. I know, it sounds stupid."
"Babe." He ran his hand over my cheek to my chin where he tipped my head up. I kept my eyes down. "Look at me, Tommy." I finally looked up to see the concern in his eyes. "I did take advantage, and I'm surely sorry for that. I think I knew even then that there was something more between us. It was like I couldn't control myself. Can you forgive me?"
"There's nothing to forgive. You're mine now and that's all that matters. Like I said, it just makes me feel better."
"Good. Then you'll let me back into that hot little ass of yours someday?" I couldn't help laughing and bending down for another kiss, brushing our lips together.
"Whenever you want, Les." He pulled me down for another kiss, taking it deeper as he ran his fingers through my hair. Finally he let me pull up for some air and studied my face until I could see he'd come to some decision.
"How about now?" He took hold of my hand on his chest and guided it down to his almost- hard cock. I just grinned back, ready to do whatever this man wanted. He pulled me back into an intense kiss, our teeth clicking together. He held me tight and rolled us until I was on my back and his body covered mine.
Les found the lube and rolled me onto my stomach as he straddled my ass. He used his big, callused hands to rub the muscles in my shoulders and back, working his way down as he slid his big cock along the groove of my ass. When his massage reached my lower back he'd moved lower to straddle my thighs. He used one hand to part my ass, exposing me. I heard the click of the lube opening, thanking God I'd left it in my backpack for emergency use. He poured the liquid directly onto my hole and used his finger to push it in. I grunted into my forearms where my head rested.
He opened me slowly and with great care, making me feel so good I was soon pleading for more. When he had three fingers working me loose he applied more lube. His fingers left me and I felt the blunt tip of his cock at my opening. With a slow steady push he breached me, sinking into my upturned ass. I sighed out loud and it turned into a hiss as the final few inches penetrated deep.
He held for just a moment before twisting his hips in slow, delicious circles that had me open and needy for him. At my encouragement he pulled back until the head popped free then pushed it back into me with a little more force.
"Fuck, Les, I'm ready. Give it to me." I felt more comfortable this time. There weren't any thoughts about if this was wrong or if I should be stopping him. It was pure pleasure as he fucked me so slowly and with such gentle force. Bucking up into him I tried to take control, to make him fuck me harder and begged for it. "Les, stop fucking around. Sweet Jesus, I need you to fuck me. I'm burning up for it."
"Just take it easy, babe. We'll get there. I wanna do you right this time. Make it special. Fuck, you're tight, babe. Tight and hot, setting me afire too."
He may have wanted to take his time but I don't think either of us could take the torture any longer. He plastered his sweaty chest to my back, kissing my shoulders and neck, as he fucked me like a piston. Slamming his cock straight down into me and pegging my prostate with every blow. I tipped my ass up higher and cried out with each thrust.
I came hard, shooting cum like sparks of electricity arced from my cock. He thrust harder, making me shoot more, and roared out his climax. I felt the heat of it in my guts as his body shook against mine. He collapsed fully on me and we breathed as one for long moments. Finally his cock shrank and fell out of me. He rolled onto his side and pulled me against him so my ass was aligned with his hips. He pulled the blankets over us and I dropped off almost immediately, sparing a quick look to be sure the baby was sleeping peacefully.
I slept hard and woke sometime in the early morning to the sounds of the baby talking to herself in her own little language. Les was already up, he was checking the kettle over the low fire and spotted me.
"Morning, sleepyhead. I changed her and gave her a bottle. She seems back to normal."
"Thank God!" I stretched, feeling better than I had in a long time. "Let's get out of here and go check on everyone else."
We found our way back to my grandparents' house. Everyone was there and seemed fine. We swapped stories about the day before and what had happened. They all seemed to recall things differently and no one could agree on what exactly had happened after the hail started coming down. My mom and grandma made a big breakfast and we all sat and ate and talked. My grandpa found a note for Les on the front porch. It was from his mom. He read it with a little smile on his face and passed it over to me:
Hope my boys enjoyed their wedding night.
Best come see me soon, I can't wait to get to know my new son.
You know what I can do if you wait too long.
Love Mama
I just smiled at Les and nodded. The rest of the day wasn't so pleasant as Les announced the wedding was off, after a quick private word with Noreen. Things went downhill even further when we explained our intentions toward one another. Things got pretty heated so Les and I left to let everyone cool down. It didn't get better for awhile. Les quit his job and moved in with me, down in Phoenix. He found a construction job and we were happy. By the time Noreen had the baby she'd forgiven Les. She moved to Phoenix and we helped her get set up with a job and a place to live. Les's mom came to visit pretty frequently and I came to love her as well. We're still happy and fucking every chance we get.