Cody

Cody 7

So while we drifted in and out of sleep, sighing against each other, the big bastard with his arm wrapped over Cocy actually hugging me, I had a chance to think about the implications of the last few days.

I hadn't just woken into this awareness last week. I had always known it was there. My grandmother, my father's mother, the one that had crocheted the afghan, had looked in my eyes when I was laying on her sofa one day, an 8 year old devouring another detective novel, the fifth of the day.

"One day you will have a very special gift, Stuart."

I didn't understand. I just wanted to enjoy the sunlight pouring through those big windows, and find out what happened next in the book but she was my senior and I looked up at her attentively,

"It will change you."

"You will change others around you."

"I want you to make me a promise."

She was really scaring me. I had no idea what she was talking about.

"You are different than other boys."

I already knew that. I was faster, I outran everyone, I could read 10 books in a day and I was only 8.

"Never hurt anyone."

"Make them better."

All the advisement I ever got.

She died the next week.

So it was HER gift (curse) I carried.

"Never hurt anyone"

"Hey grandmother... is it ok if I cause them to drop a hundred pound steel boat on their head?"

I laid there with Cody's ass against me (he was buried in the big dude's chest apparently entranced by his scale and with one arm under the one wrapped over both of us, hugging his back, sighing very softly) and reflected on that day.

She nurtured me, my grandmother. She made me feel special, simple omelets that were the best in the world. I loved her big kitchen. It was bright, and big and,it smelled like... she cared about me and everyone in it.

She always treated me with cherry jello from a dish with a special fruit print on top.

Today we call that depression glass.

So, hearing the soft sighs from Cody, and the rather deep happy groans from big Brad, I drifted further into memory and ... dreamed?

Yeah... the drive in movie. Richie.

Wrestler from my high school.

Just got his driver's licence.

Bond flick.

He got a bigger dick that night, so thick I couldn't get my fist around it.

It wasn't intentional. I don't even think he knew it happened until he came to my parents' house a few days later and stopped me when I was mowing the grass.

"Did something happen the other night?"

"What?"

"I'm... bigger."

"No you're not."

"NO. I'm BIGGER."

"Wanna see?"

He showed me.

"Never hurt anyone."

Well that hadn't hurt me until the first time he fucked me with it.

Revelatory, the feeling of being occupied by a friend. Someone trusted, filling me with himself. I didn't care that he was huge. I just wanted him not to stop. Youth. He came. He went.

So it was an awareness I carried, and it was something that happened occasionally. It was often unintentional. My pride and joy of all of them so far?

The high school quarterback. Liked to be fucked.

I listened to him really hard.

He's now a hall of famer.

Stamina. The ability to grow and maintain muscle, the ability to heal after impact almost immediately. He's still to this day one of my favorite encounters.

"Never hurt anyone."

Well, I'm sorry. If they're about to fucking kill you, I don't give a shit what advisement I was given as an 8 year old.

My take is that consideration for others is fine if you're not in danger. Otherwise it's perfectly fine to drop a big steel boat on them at the bottom of a waterfall.

I listened in the dark to the two of them making happy sleeping sounds and I reached over to Brad, rubbing his shoulder.

He sort of grumbled and stretched.

Healed. Just like. that.

No more scars, no more scratches, no gashes.

Surprisingly to me... no more dead wolf.

I had seen in that touch a moment when it had bit him, and he had fallen, it went for his throat and he snapped its spine and pushed it away, and scrambled back to vertical, climbing up that beautiful mountain.

Left it there for dead.

Well that was a new revelation.

It was stirring in the darkness of the vast wilderness and... it healed, woke.

Beautiful predatory eyes.

Sky blue.

Just dreams?

Maybe.

I snuggled into a softly slumbering Cody harder and snagged a palm onto Brad's shoulder more firmly.

My turn to sigh.

I drifted.

Untouched, Uncomplicated, three bodies in a bed with a night full of stars and crickets, we all drifted together... and it was glorious. Cody was becoming, Brad was far from finished (thank God) and I was just, me. If one of them tried to change my state I would kick their asses.

The quilt over us was luxurious. sensual.

Cody was making quiet sighs and happy sounds. He was snuggling up to the big brute and sniffing him in his sleep.

The little dude liked this

I think he felt loved, just like he wanted.

So... what the fuck do you do with a night like this one?

You better fucking grin and just accept it, because this kind of quiet, sincere joy in mutual acceptance and happiness just doesn't happen any day.

I heard the Cardinals before the first rays came over the mountains. Then the goddam house finches started, NOISY fucking birds. Crows.

Morning bitches, loud and full of daybreak sounds. Finally, a Rooster in the distance from the top of the cornfield announced "ITS breakfast TIME."

I wasn't in the mood after the emotionally tiring night.

The contradiction in that is that I love morning. The promise of a new day. I love these moments before dawn, when the mountains are quiet, and peaceful, and full of rest and solitude.

I moved my hand from Brad's shoulder and draped my arm over Cody, sliding it down to brush a nipple while he slept. He shuddered, but only ground himself into me when he felt me touch it. His head shifted slightly, moving back against my neck. I liked his newfound smaller state. He fit me better.

Of course we were naked. You don't DO something like this in your underoos. My dick rose up against Cody's ass. He stirred, parting his thighs to give it space, and squirmed back to unconsciously make me feel good. I kissed his hair, right at the bottom of his clippered neck, by his ear.

Little sigh.

I felt moisture on my dick.

Really, Code? Even in your sleep?

That locker room smell started to waft off him again. Jock, wanting, need, vulnerability, anxiousness, excitement. Horniness. He smelled, frankly, like everything I had ever desired. He wasn't even trying. My fingers got wet, over his pectoral. His nipple was dripping onto me.

Still sound asleep.

Making happy sounds, little sighs and not moans but "mmmm" noises occasionally.

This was nice. He moved his head forward and buried himself into Brad's smell and sniffed really hard and he got wetter.

I wasn't going to move; I didn't want to wake him. This was too sweet of a moment to interrupt.

Then I felt it.

My dick wasn't alone. A big smarmy leaking uncut piece of meat touched it, the foreskin smacking its pouting lips against me. Morning, big fucker.

I opened an eye. Big grin over Cody's head. I closed my eyes again and nestled my face in Cody hair against him. I love physical comfort. I reached an arm over Cody and ran it down Brad's torso to his hip. Brad's Big Dick was starting to leak again, all over mine. I initially put off the tingling feeling to comfort, but it got stronger. The head of my dick was feeling VERY happy, sticking out between Cody's thighs toward Brad, his foreskin teasing it with very slight motions. Brad wasn't moving, but he was becoming, awakening in this bed beside us. I started feeling... what? horny? Well that wouldn't be a surprise given the circumstances. No, well, that too, but something else. I was feeling a very gentle suction on the head of my dick.

Brad's arms were wrapped around Cody, Cody's arms up against his chest, flat, seemingly to get as much contact with the big guy as he could.

But the movement continued.

I felt... skin wrapping around me, slowly. My eyes reopened, looking up at the sleepy giant. He was looking at me with raised eyebrows and a BIG shit eating grin. The skin slid completely over the head of my cock and started to move.

Big Dicked Brad was developing skills.

The suction started, gently at first, but the skin would pulse and retract over me, and seemingly return an inch down the shaft, gently gripping me. Big Dicked Brad was now blowing me. With his Big Dick, not even moving otherwise in this wonderful nest of arms and legs and bed full of .... male.

The look in his eyes seemed to say "Cool." I think he was more surprised than me.

Still figuring it all out.

I wanted to ask him if he could taste me, but I was NOT going to disturb the little man between us.

About this time, the windows started letting in the first rays creeping over that beautiful mountain range. I could hear the Sheriff's tractor start at the top of the field. We do start early here. Brad's Big Dick had not stopped caressing me and he was getting the bed soaked between him and Cody with our leakage. Jesus. A new couch AND a new mattress?

I'm glad I drive a truck.

It started getting stronger, the suction. Brad was experimenting. I was about to start making my own happy noises but they would be very loud. I looked at him and frowned. Unspoken: Don't wake him.

He got it. Without losing his erection he retracted.

He slid one of his hands up Cody's back and held him softly, leaned down and nuzzled his head. The other arm he reached over my back and let it rest softly against the hair there.

Cody shivered between us, sensing the change, made a sound of exhaling breath and snuggled. This shit was nice.

I looked up at those big browns of BDB. I think I sparkled this time. He sparkled right back. He closed his eyes, grinning.

So, Brad was going to have some unusual skills, one of which had very subtly made itself apparent this morning. Yes. Cody could not be alone with him. It wasn't that I didn't trust him because he had come at me twice with murderous intent, but I had no idea what he was going to become now that he had calmed the hell down. He appeared to be a gentle giant. Appearances can be deceiving. Caution.

Cody SHOULD wake up this morning the full package.

Brad would be a bitch most of the day, what with his busted fender and all this newness that HE had not personally willed. Maybe not.

"Never hurt anyone."

From her grave.

I didn't know what would happen if I did, if I was malicious, or if I misused this, but I had a gut instinct that some kind of universal karma would come back and make me pay in spades. I had no real ill will toward anyone, had no spite to speak of. I felt pretty safe in being able to live up that one simple request. Well, despite having deliberately delivered a fourteen foot long sheet steel bucket on top of this man's head at the base of a waterfall.

I wanted to get out of bed. There was a LOT of work to be done. Cody's light bar to fix, Brad's fender, boats to be put away, a TON of bottles and glasses to be put in their respective places, lamp wicks to be trimmed, a fireplace to be scraped, dishes to be washed, but... I couldn't.

"Protect me."

I promised.

He still slumbered. He was still leaking.

He seemed VERY happy. FUCK the work waiting. THIS was more important.

Dozing.

"Something happened this morning with you two."

Cody, dreamily.

"Yep."

"Shhhh."

"is he OK?"

"dunno."

"You are."

"I know."

"Shhh. Let him sleep."

"I'm awake you fuckers."

No surprise. Neither one of us could not react to Code.

"Thanks for holding me last night guys."

I just sighed, almost cried, grabbed a pec and snuggled him between BDB and me. I looked up, he looked down, serious this time.

He bent his head down and slid his stubble over the top of Cody's head, glinting at me.

This is a really far cry from what I had expected out of Brad.

"We stink. Not that I don't LIKE it, but we really need some soap."

"No preference for order. Towels under the sink. Need to grab these sheets Brad made a mess of after cleanup and wash them while one of us goes on KP and another finds some shit in the fridge to eat."

Brad grinned and in his best Eddie Murphy impression said in the words of Donkey: "I'm makin' WAFFLES."

Well fuck. He was going to be full of surprises. Cody busted out laughing, in hysterics.

I laughed too, turned to him and said "Ogres have LAYERS."

We hooted our way into the living room and started to clean up our evening.

The subtext wasn't lost. Brad would be OK, I thought.

We needed that fender fixed. I hoped he hadn't damaged steering gear or a tie rod.

Cody's fix was easier. trip to the store, a couple of wrenches from the toolbox, he'd be safe and set for the road.

The bitch of the day after the chores was going to be getting all of our hardware where it belonged, so we needed to get the little shit out of the way and get started.

Cody showered. I picked up the trash and cleaned the fireplace and put away the chairs. I closed the bed on the porch and grabbed the tea lights Cody had scattered around to make the night magic last night (how had he found these?), closed the table he had opened to put our drinks on, put everything back, packed and in place, walked into the cabin with an arm full of laundry and a folded sleeping mat for the linen closet.

The smell.

Brad was apparently similar to me. Olive oil. Peppers. He'd found the cilantro.

Fuck me.

He was dicing tomato and onion, and hearing the door close he looked over his shoulder and glinted at me.

"Sorry. I don't really like waffles."

"Me either, you big prick." I smiled at him, my eyes returning the glint. FUCK this smelled good.

I dropped the linens into the washer on my way to collect BDB's spooge covered ones from the bedroom and the bathroom door opened.

Cody.

I stopped.

He smiled.

"Better?"

"New and improved."

"OK with it?"

He smirked.

"Working on it."

"You asked."

"You delivered."

"I can take it back."

He looked up, and reached out, slapping my bare chest, and said:

"Don't even try."

There was more subtext there than I could even imagine.

I had figured out one thing about this (gift) curse.

I only knew that it was bestowed upon me. I had given it to my high school bud and he was able to transfer part of it to his life mate but that ended very tragically. Not his intent, not my fault and a story for a different time.

I control it. I can take it away.

I can make a person forget it ever happened.

The whole emotional thing with Cody, the life sharing, that was new to me, but making peoples days brighter; I'd been doing that before Grandmother passed away.

This moment with Cody was actually making me fearful.

He HAD sought me out.

No one had trained me about how this worked.

Maybe he knew more than me about it.

He seemed pretty serious and there was not one hint of sparkle in his eyes when he said it to me.

I glowered at him.

"You won't like the results, Champ."

His head dropped.

"Do NOT fuck this up," I said very quietly in a whisper not able to be overheard from the sounds of the spatula in the kitchen.

I don't know the details. I SENSE how it works. I wish I had a mentor. I KNOW without guessing these two men are ... independant, but somehow linked to me, and through my own choosing Cody is the Alpha. His fucking fault. He chose the role, which makes him even scarier. I also know this is something I could do all day long.

"Never hurt anyone."

He raised his eyes to me. They weren't sparkling.

They were wide and sincere.

Quietly: "OK."

Cody sparkle.

My shoulders dropped, my muscles relaxed. He sensed it and he leaned forward and kissed my chest.

"Don't scare me like that again."

"Don't count on that." He giggled.

I was next after collecting bed clothes and depositing them in the washer, waiting for the showers to be over.

I take a ninety second shower. In, wet, soaped head to foot, rinsed, done.

I was out of that room in one hot second.

BDB had actually removed the pans from the stove and had everything staying warm in the oven. He was gorgeous. His chest hair started at his neckline, actually slightly above collar height. It spread over his pectorals widely, circling back in to accent his nipples which were non functional as opposed to Cody's. The hair covered his belly, all pointing to a treasure trail that pointed to his big uncut thick prong swinging as he worked, his wide shoulders making BIG shadows on the floor, his masculinity dominating the room. Yep. He was what he always wanted to be. BIG man. Furry hair lined ass that I could fucking bury myself in and eat. for. fucking. days.

Glad to help.

So Cody and I were clean.

"Brad."

He glanced back at me over his shoulder without even realizing his ass was beckoning my face, eyebrows raised.

"Shower's yours."

While he was in the can cleaning all that muscle I shouted to Cody.

"Come help me set the table."

I don't know where he had disappeared to but when he returned he looked slightly guilty.

I was going to have to relearn to read him.

We set out plates, glasses, silverware, a big block of wood to accommodate Brad's work, some salt and pepper shakers.

I got a container of my favorite juice out of the refrigerator and Cody grimaced at its color.

"Yep. Good for you, buddy."

It's green. full of wheat, barley grass, grapes, kiwi, bananas, broccoli, all the stuff that makes men big and strong.

This was a really fascinating morning. Not just for me.

I picked up my phone and called Clint. Youngest son of a car dealer here in the valley and we had grown up swimming together.

He answered, amiable and full of anticipation.

"Hi Stuart."

Of course we had fucked.

Clint LIKED fucking.

I really liked Clint. Fucking.

"Hey man. Need your help."

In a half hour after we had breakfasted and slid into some very man grime filled jeans, two guys from Clint's shop showed up with a wrecker. They hoisted up Brad's front end (who wouldn't want to do that?) and checked the suspension.

No damage. He really had just skidded into the tree.

Insurance information exchanged.

Chevy departed down the road after Brad had pulled a small duffel out of it with sundries and a change of clothing.

Chore three accomplished.

I loaded the dishwasher and Cody pulled the sheets out of the washer, placing them in the dryer.

"Can we get out of our clothing now and run them as well? I like the way y'all smell, a lot, but I don't think the family will appreciate it stuck to the walls."

Cody smiled. Brad grinned. We got undressed and dumped our jeans and socks into the washer and stood there staring at each other naked.

"Show him, Brad."

Cody looked at me questioningly.

He was going to like this.

Brad turned to him. His soft thick snake like dick grew out horizontal from his body, 11 fucking inches long, hard as stone, curved upward slightly, throbbing, covered in mean looking veined foreskin and started dripping Brad ooze onto the cabin floor.

Cody turned to stone staring at him, not moving. He was enthralled by the big guy.

This was going to get very different, very fast.

Brad took two steps forward. Cody, as ever, was rock hard, that ugly dick pointing at the ceiling, shrouded in a fleshy envelope that begged to be burped. Brad was about to oblige. He put his hands on Cody's shoulders and looked down at him. Cody looked up questioningly. he put his hands on Brad's hips. He began to kneel.

Brad frowned, shook his head no.

He leaned down to Cody and with the slightest movement he bumped his cockhead into Cody's.

It had been dark when this happened earlier, and my vision had been obscured by a furry little man blocking my view so I hadn't actually seen it happen. What happened next astounded me. Cody's erection was suddenly enveloped by BDB's foreskin, and it tugged his dick down to horizontal, sliding itself UNDER Code's foreskin, sucking on the head of his dick. I could see the pulsing rhythm.

Cody's eyes shot open wide and he moved his hands, gripping Brad's sides very tightly. His head fell against the big man's hairy chest and he moaned loudly.

"What the F...?"

I had a feeling Brad had other surprises, but this would do for now. Brad reached down to Cody's chest and ran his fingers over his nipples. Cody scrubbed himself against him, taking big heaving breaths of Brad scent. He started to leak, warm Cody milk saturating the hair on his chest.

Lucky man. Well, both of them, really.

I looked back down at the connection. I had no idea something like this was even remotely possible. Brad's Big Dick was bumped up against Cody's and his foreskin was gripping and massaging him, pressing Cody's foreskin back and enveloping him in slippery pulsing flesh, extending, retracting obscenely. It was sucking on him, like a human jack sleeve, but way fucking better. It became audible and Cody started to shake.

Brad leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth. hard. Cody was keening now, his eyes turned up toward the ceiling, tightly shut, whining. Brad's Big Dick continued to chew on him and impossibly his skin seemed to stretch another inch down his length, pulsing voraciously. Brad was enjoying a brunch of cody milk, laced with testosterone. He was grinning against Cody's chest, broadly.

I'd never witnessed something so hot before in my life. I was frozen myself, standing there in disbelief.

Cody was suspended in time. His eyes flew open and he cried "YES!" right before Brad's Big Dick started to fill up with Cody jizz. He spasmed. Brad actually laughed out loud. His foreskin ballooned but didn't lose the connection. It seemed to suckle, and Brad's skin over the the middle of Cody's dick gripped tighter, like a vice. Brad was an animated human condom. Then... Brad's Big Dick started to pulse and he REALLY ballooned, his huge sucking skin hardly able to contain the mess beneath it. He purred at Cody while he came.

Damn.

"STOP right there guys."

I know. I'm a really nasty pervert. I walked up to them and knelt beside them, looking up, leaning forward.

They both smiled big shit eating grins. Even though we had all just showered, they smelled, ..ripe, male, and I was now the one dripping on the floor. I leaned forward and grasped their connection in my lips, and curled my tongue under them, teasing the skin wrapped tightly around Cody's prick, tasting them, inhaling deeply. They tasted like semen, of course, and nut sweat. I could feel Brad's skin convulsing, still sucking on Cody's meat. Neither one had lost their erection. The fat skin filled with jism wrapped around Cody's dick was still pulsing, kissing him under my tongue. This connection was just fascinating, .. so animalistic, unexpected, and Brad seemed to be chewing on Cody, refusing to let him go. For the second time today I wondered if Brad could now taste Cody in his foreskin. The thing was contracting all the way up Brad's dick, then reversing, sucking wetly back down over Cody, the gripping end pulled tight around the middle of Cody's wrist wide thickness, stretched tight, full of liquid. It was really twisted, perverted, obscene, and so fucking hot I almost came hands free. They smelled and tasted so fucking good.

I teased the stretched foreskin with my tongue, lapping at it. Brad groaned, looking down at me very seriously.

Cody appeared simultaneously amused and amazed, and from the color on his upper chest and in his cheeks, it was obvious he was VERY turned on.

They were both still standing very still, gazing down at my tongue as it lapped at them.

Brad's foreskin had pushed Cody's way the fuck back on his dick. I wondered if it was slightly painful.

"Cody."

"Yeah, Stu?"

"Tell me what he's doing to you."

"It's like the hottest blowjob a guy could have, but softer, wetter, and ... OHHH!"

The skin seal gripped tightly around him, and Brad's foreskin seemed to move like some alien force was propelling it, wetly up and down his length.

It contracted and released, the bulb of liquid moving around their coronas.

Cody gripped Brad, still watching. I licked Brad's nuts and let my tongue slide wetly across their thick undersides, and buried my face in Cody's hairy sack, broadening my tongue, sponging them, tasting him. I looked up and Brad got a really evil grin on his face.

OH SHIT.

The BAD Brad.

Well, .. the new Bad Brad.

I sucked at their connection, trying to get my tongue under that tight seal, but Brad was having NOTHING to do with it. Cody had started to leak again. His chest covered in sweet salty mantit junk. He started to exude that scent again. Unique to him, a pheromone that made you want to turn him over, fuck the shit out of him, make him beg, cry, and told him tight and comfort him while you did it.

Brad grinned wider.

"ENOUGH OF this shit!"

I stood up, walked around behind Cody and reached down. Sure enough, his ass slit was sopping wet, ass juice dripping through his hair and down his legs. When I touched it he pulsed, gripping my fingers.

Now Brad was smiling. fucking ear to ear like the cat that ate the canary.

He leaned over Cody's shoulder and stuck his tongue out at me, still grinning.

What the fuck are you supposed to do when that happens?

I sucked it right into my mouth at the same time Cody's ass started sucking on my dickhead.

Brad had newfound talents, but Cody? Cody had SKILLS.

Yep. the fleshy Cody blender and I were reconnected and I couldn't be happier to be home.

My eyes rolled up into my head as I filled him. The apple was back, lodged in his guts, my veins pulsing against his prostate. Cody moaned and gripped the base of my dick. Brad actually giggled.

Big fucking schoolgirl.

This entire time, the dog had been laying in a sunbeam in her bed, watching us from time to time, drifting in and out of happy dog dreams, but just before I was about to nut Cody she stood up and chuffed.

FUCK. What NOW?

"Two things."

I reached around and gripped their dicks.

"Let go, Brad."

He did, and my hands filled with a half cup of man swill.

"Want some, Code?"

He grinned and leaned down sucking at my palm.

I reached the other hand behind him and palmed the rest into my mouth, swallowing after I had savored the flavor for a moment.

"We are apparently about to have company."

"Make yourselves scarce."

They disappeared into the back bedroom we had not opened, curtains tightly shut, and closed the door behind themselves.

I went quickly to the hall closet, reached onto the top shelf and pulled out and put on a pair of river shorts, a ratty fucking tee shirt, and went back to the living room and pulled a mop out of the closet, sprayed some cleaner on the floor I hoped would take the smell of a locker room out of the space and started swiping up happy man-mess.

Tires on gravel.

A door quietly closing.

Soft soled shoes on the steps. Probably heavily lugged if I had my guess.

The creak of the door. Footsteps on the deck. I didn't look up.

A very polite knock.

I looked up.

Hooter.

I smiled.

I set the mop aside and opened the door. The dog absolutely went ape crazy at seeing him and grinned, dancing in the middle of the floor. She LOVED Hooter.

"Hey baby girl," he said, reaching into his pocket.

She knew damn well where the Sheriff went, there were treats.

He reached out and handed her one and scruffed her head. She grinned up at him, splaying her paws out in front and leaving he ass up in the air, wagging her tail.

"How you doing, Sheriff?"

"I'm good. Just checking on you."

"What's up?" I asked very attentively.

"I watched you kids grow up, your parties, you becoming adults, but after hearing the argument on the bank of the river and you returning alone two days ago, last night... that truck crashing into your mother's favorite tree, followed by some very angry malicious words that echoed across the whole valley, and then silence and a fire in the pavilion I got a bit worried."

"I came to see if you and the other two gentlemen involved are OK."

I blushed. I love these mountains, and the people in them.

"We're fine, Sheriff."

"They are both perfectly OK. No injuries, no harm."

"If you want to speak to them they are both in the back bedroom, hiding out because you caught us, in flagrante delicto."

What happens at the cabin, stays at the cabin.

Hooter has always been very respectful and tolerant of that. We weren't the only folks at the bottom of his field.

He smiled at me.

"You big boys kissing and making up?"

"Yes sir, and the truck is already in the shop being mended."

"How's the family?"

"We're good. Second corn crop of the season. Eli's going to the University this fall."

"Glad to hear it. I always thought that boy was full of promise. Still have the boat chain key?"

"Yep."

"Glad you're OK, son."

"Thank you, sincerely, for checking on me, sir."

Hooter reached out a paw, and glinted at me.

"Let us know if you need anything."

I took it, gripped him thankfully, and said

"Yes, sir... and... sir...?"

He looked at me.

"Apologies."

He smiled.

"What happens at the cabin, stays at the cabin."

"Son?"

"Yes sir?"

"Open the windows and air it out. It smells like a locker room in here."

The fucker turned around, leaned down to the dog regarding our exchange and scritched her neck as he put two big lugged boots toward the door, grabbed the knob, and made his exit.

Well fuck me.

I love these mountains.