Author's note: Hey, you found this story in the Nifty gay archive site, so you ought to know that it contains graphic adult male-male sex. Hopefully, it also has a story you will like. If you aren't supposed to read this stuff, please don't. Otherwise, Enjoy. Fantasies don't need protection, real life does. Play it safe. Mikey
Come Home, part 2:
Pappy paused by the fence and looked out at the little tree waving its branches in the soft breeze.
"You'd have been proud of our pup, Granny. He found those kids, safe and sound. Even got them to throw a stick for him a time or two.
"Kelly's working for Doc Martin pretty regular now. We don't really need the money, but the extra's pretty nice sometimes. The trout in the pond will like the new pump. We've been pulling out some big cats, but the water's been a bit still. Those lilies you loved are still bloomin' all over the dockside. Gonna have to thin them again next year.
"Don't rightly know how the boy's gonna find a mate, livin' out here alone. Maybe he'll meet someone at the fair. We'll see. Wish you was here to tell me how to raise him right, love. I just do the best I can and hope it's good enough."
The old man looked silently at the stone beneath the tree where his love slept. He stared for a moment at the bright stars, then headed in to the warmth of the house.
Kelly pulled the old pickup into the yard and jumped out. "Miz Jenkins, I'm here," he called out as he carefully scraped his feet on the backdoor mat.
"Well, come in, Kelly. Don't just stand there on the porch all mornin', boy."
In the kitchen, she had him sitting at the big old table with a plate of fresh biscuits and warm jam in a flash. He ate carefully, aware of his manners.
"Best biscuits in the mountains, Miz Jenkins," he thanked her happily.
She patted his head and finished packing up her pies for the fair. He loaded the pies into the rack that Pappy had made Granny a few years before she passed on. Miz Jenkins' blueberry cheesecake pie had won the baking contest for the past two years, and the rest of them would sell quickly.
Kelly drove slowly, careful to not jostle the pies on the rough road. He just grinned good-naturedly as she nagged him about the bumps. After he unloaded the truck, he headed off to the barn to find Doc Martin, the local veterinarian. Doc handed him a stack of forms and he began examining the animals for their health certificates.
Several hours later, he stretched. 'Time for a break and some lunch. More than half done. 'Bout another two hours worth to do yet.' At the canteen, he saw Sheriff Maxwell sitting with a couple of his deputies. Max was there too, big and blond. Kelly felt his throat tighten. He was too shy to try to get to know him better.
Ray, a deputy, and his best friend since he started school, saw him enter, and yelled out, "Hey, Kelly! Over here, guy."
Kelly grinned and waved. He grabbed a plate full of barbeque and cornbread and joined the others. Ray thumped his shoulder good-naturedly. "Hey Max, meet the best damn receiver we could get. Kelly, Johnnie broke his arm like a moron, trying to ride the Johnson's bull. We need you for the game tomorrow."
There was a regular challenge from the farmers and ranchers to the townsmen; the sheriff's men counted themselves with the ranchers. The rivalry was just part of the festivities. Kelly looked at his stained coveralls and then back at Ray. His friend just nodded.
"Sure, you can shower at my place. I got some stuff you can borrow for the game. Max, did you bring your stuff?"
"Yeah, it's in the patrol car."
"When you gonna get that car of yours fixed up, Max? She sure is pretty."
"Waiting on the leather for the seats. Once I get them replaced, she'll be good as new."
Jake grinned. "You gonna let us drive your baby, Max?"
"Only in your dreams. She don't go for younger men." A chorus of boos greeted that denial.
Finally, Ray pushed back and stood up. "Come on, Kelly. Quit yakking and let's go practice. I got to see if you can still catch or if you've forgotten how."
Max looked at the quiet man eating his lunch and listening to Ray's bragging about last year's game. "I don't think it's Kelly doing the talking, Ray. I haven't heard a sound out of him yet," he said to the amusement of the whole table.
Ray grinned. "Yeah, well, I gave up waiting for him to answer years ago. I've known him since first grade, and he ain't never used two words when none could do. But he can run and catch like you wouldn't believe, and a receiver don't need to talk none anyway."
Kelly just smiled at his friend and let himself be pulled out of the tent. Max trailed after them whistling. He wondered how long it would take Ray to remember that they had driven up together and Max still had the keys. He dangled them in front of Ray's face when the voluble deputy swore and started clutching his pockets as they stood by the somewhat battered patrol car.
At the trailer Ray shared with his brother, Kelly stripped unselfconsciously and headed into the shower. Max watched him through lowered eyes as Ray dug in the fridge for some soda. The big young deputy thought he had never seen anyone who looked so good.
Kelly had a deep tan on his trim body, just faintly lighter where his jeans usually clung to his slim hips. His legs were long and strong, like a runner's, the kind of legs that could wrap around you and hold you tight. His clean-cut face was square and beautifully masculine, but adorably quiet and shy. His light brown eyes seemed golden against his tan. His dark hair was somewhat curly, even short on the sides as it was. His body was almost hairless except for a short patch at his groin, framing the perfectly shaped, uncut cock and tight plums behind it. He moved with a feral grace that made Max's mouth water.
In the kitchen, Ray grinned as he saw Max sneaking a peek at Kelly. So that's the way that wind blew. This could be fun. Kelly was closer to him than his own brother, but Max... If what he saw was real - this could be great. Max was a hunk. He smiled.
Max felt himself hardening and quickly averted his eyes, focusing on the trophies and newspaper clippings on one wall of the trailer. Ray came in from the kitchen and handed him a drink.
"That's Kelly and me in high school. I was the quarterback; he was my receiver. There's almost nothing I could throw that he couldn't get to. We made some of the other teams cry. Now he's working on the pigskin before they fill it with air."
"Oh?"
"He works part-time for the vet. Mostly he just stays out at the farm with Pappy."
"That's right, Pappy mentioned him while we were looking for those boys last week. I hadn't quite connected the name."
"Pappy's great. He used to take Kelly 'n me fishing up in some of the streams. How'd you like that monster he calls his puppy? First time I saw Wolf, I thought I was a goner. Kelly don't seem to like him too much, though. You never see him around when Pappy's got that wolf with him. Then again, you don't see me hanging around that monster either. What if it gets hungry?"
They laughed and changed into their practice clothes. Kelly came out of the shower, still naked, still heartrenderingly beautiful. Max tried not to look at him. Ray and the other deputies didn't know he was gay. His uncle knew, but it didn't make a difference to him.
Max played center to Ray's quarterback. As always, he got the feeling that Ray was touching him just a little more than necessary, but the centers always got groped a lot. Quarterbacks didn't look where their hands went; they just pushed in until they touched, so that both men knew where the ball needed to go. Max watched with carefully hidden lust and open awe as Kelly leapt up to snag the ball and dashed down the field.
"See, I told you he could move," Ray thumped him between the shoulder blades. "We got this game sewn up now. If the damn line can keep me safe long enough to throw."
Afterwards, everyone in the team clustered into the huge open shower at the stadium. Swearing and jumping around, they washed quickly. Max looked dubious, but joined in, hoping his body would behave. Not a problem. He howled as he felt the icy water hit him full on when Ray shoved him under a nozzle.
"What the..."
The new guy just got baptized. Everyone laughed. Ray explained gleefully.
"Way's back, one of the coaches decided there was too much grabass going on. He didn't want none of the guys accused of stuff. He figured though there was nothing he could do about the showers without any money, there was something he could do to make it safe. No matter how much slapping around goes on, no one's ever popped a boner in here. Now, it's a tradition. Think it's cold now? It's hell in the winter."
Max's teeth chattered. He glanced around, sure enough, almost everyone was shivering and their cocks had tried to crawl back inside just as far as his had. Well, almost everyone was shivering. Kelly was calmly soaping up his chest. 'Damn, he looks good wet.' Ray followed his eyes.
"Well, he don't count. Pappy's dunked him into too many frozen streams and lakes. He don't have brains enough to get cold. But he's got a great ass and he's real ticklish."
He reached out with a mischievous look on his face and grabbed the smooth muscular cheek just as Kelly ducked his head under the water. Kelly jumped and yelped, the first sound Max had heard out of the silent man yet. He smacked a handful of water back at Ray. Everyone laughed and started playing. The shower was noisy and fun.
Back at the fair, Ray headed off to his turn at patrol. Max followed Kelly into the barn out of boredom and curiosity. Kelly started examining the animals. Hordes of children clustered around him anxiously as he approved or disapproved their show entries. Most were approved. A few people left angry or disappointed. The angry ones took one look at the big deputy leaning against the rail and left quietly. Two hours later, Max left to relieve Ray.
Finished with the animals, Kelly threw away the last of his used disposable gloves, and scrubbed his hands under the faucet. Max had wandered back in on his rounds and looked at him hopefully.
"Hey Kelly, where's a good place to get some dinner? I've had barbeque chicken for two days straight now, and I'm gonna start clucking soon."
Kelly grinned and shook his head to get the water out of his eyes. He pulled on his shirt and jerked his head at the barn door. Max followed him, admiring the way the taut buttocks moved in the loose overalls. At the grill, Pappy heaped his plate full of lean smoked brisket. He sat at one of the long tables and Kelly dropped down beside him. A family sat on the other side of Kelly, and the slim young man scooted against Max to make enough room. Max had trouble swallowing for a moment, but the brisket almost melted in his mouth and he was quickly distracted by the food.
The next afternoon, their team won the game, 13-6. Beer flowed freely in the shower. Max managed to get between Ray and Kelly and enjoyed the jostling that brushed him up against the young man. 'Thank God for freezing showers,' he thought happily.
A group of the unmarried men from the team gathered, drinking and enjoying the night. A space had been cleared in one of the huge open sided tents and a wooden floor bolted in place for dancers. The band was loud, but decent, the floor crowded. A line dance formed and Ray hauled him out, Kelly right beside them. Max enjoyed the feeling of having his arm around the slim waist and the graceful strength of the other's body.
One of the men brought a glass jar. They passed it around. Max was glad he lost his tonsils as a child, because this stuff would have taken them out. He got up to pee and grab a soda. When he got back, Ray and Kelly were definitely out of it. Ray was sound asleep on Kelly's shoulder and Kelly was leaning back against the wall with an owlish look of bewilderment. Max wanted to kiss him until his eyes focused, or unfocused all the way.
Max shook his head. He heard a deep chuckle beside him and turned to see his uncle.
"Boys. You just can't take them anywhere. Pappy's already left. I told him we'd take care of Kelly. Are you sober enough to drive?"
"Yes sir. I thought that stuff would burn out my throat, so I switched back to soda."
"Okay, drop Ray off at his trailer. Dump Kelly on the couch at home. You hit the sack. I'll be home in a few hours."
"Yes sir."
Max groaned as he pulled Ray into a fireman's carry. A tug on Kelly's belt got him up and trailing obediently behind. He bumped into Max when he stopped to put Ray in the back seat and just leaned on the bigger man until Max buckled him into the front. Max enjoyed the contact. Ray's brother was home and grumpily helped Max carry Ray in to his room and dump him on the bed. They yanked off his boots and jeans and left him snoring obliviously.
Kelly was curled up in the front of the patrol car and did not wake up until Max lifted him out. He staggered and leaned into the big body beside him. Max pushed him on to the couch and undressed him down to his briefs. Kelly trustingly lifted arms and legs as directed. Max barely managed to resist touching him more than necessary. He didn't want to take advantage of him when he was drunk. Kelly curled up on the couch, watching Max as he turned off the light and went to his room.
Max collapsed on to his bed and tried to sleep. The image of the beautiful man so close made his groin ache, but he was tired and drifted off. Sometime during the night, he felt the bed dip and a weight curl up against his side. For a moment, he thought he was back on the trail with Pappy, and Wolf was sleeping on his bag. He was too tired to wake up and find out.
The morning sun streamed through the window as Max stretched, cautiously checking for a hangover. Nope, he felt fine, just very warm. He sat up and stared in confusion at the slim dark haired body curled up against him. Kelly was sound asleep at the foot of the bed, on top of the sheet. A chuckle in the doorway made him look up. His uncle leaned against the frame with a cup of steaming coffee in his hand.
"What's the matter, boy? You never wake up before with someone in your bed after a night of drinking?"
Max flushed. "I didn't touch him. I left him on the couch." He swung out of bed and grabbed his jeans, pulling them on and heading for the kitchen for some coffee.
His uncle followed with a grin. "I know that. You should've seen your face when you saw him sleeping there. He sorta woke when I got home and wandered in. I tried to wake him, but he just curled up and went back to sleep. Didn't figure there was too much trouble you could get into with him on top of the blankets. Although I thought I was gonna burst a seam when you patted his head and told 'Wolf' to go to sleep."
"Did I? I can't remember." Max groaned as he took that first wonderful smell of coffee.
A while later, they heard the shower start up, and shortly, a damp, but somewhat more alert, Kelly wandered in and stared at the coffee pot hopefully.
"Well, get up and pour yourself a cup, boy," the Sheriff chuckled.
Kelly ambled back to the table and plopped down beside Max, burying his face in the cup. Max quietly enjoyed the damp heat of his body so close at the small table.
After they each finished their first cup, Max hauled himself to his feet and started to rummage in the fridge for breakfast. When Kelly saw him vaguely staring at a carton of eggs, he gently pushed the bigger man back to the table and took over. Butch and Max watched as he efficiently stirred up some dough and poured it on a heated pan. Piles of pancakes appeared on their plates. They dug in.
Max looked up at his uncle, both of them single, both barely able to survive without a microwave. "That's it. He can cook. Can I keep him, huh? Please? I don't think I can stand another bowl of cereal or cold pizza for breakfast."
Kelly smiled shyly, and polished off his pancakes almost as quickly as the other two men.
The sheriff pushed back from the table with a groan. "Kelly, thanks, that was great. I called Pappy and let him know where you were. Max, you got first shift, so you better get that butt in gear. Don't forget your guitar, you're playing tonight."
Kelly cleaned up while Max dressed and then they headed out to the fairgrounds.
"Thanks."
Max looked over and saw Kelly shyly watching him. 'Damn, he's cute.' He cleared his throat, "No problem. Hope Ray's still alive. He was pretty wasted last night."
Kelly just nodded and went back to staring out the window. Max didn't know what else to say. At the fair, Kelly left for the barns with a friendly wave. Max sighed wistfully. He knew better than to hope for more than friendship. He got out of the car with a shrug and began to patrol the fairgrounds.
Pappy paused at the small flowered mound before he headed back to the fairgrounds. The little red tree glowed in the golden light of the dawn.
"Boy didn't come home last night, Granny. Butch called and said he was sleeping over at his place. The boys had a nip or two of Jake's homebrew and couldn't drive. They were celebrating the game. You should have seen the pup catch the ball and run. He did good, and they won. That Ray can still get the ball to him, just like they did in school. You'd have been proud.
"Butch's nephew's here from the city. Big strong boy, all blond hair and muscles. Looks a lot like Butch used to, when he was dating our Jenny, before she took off and got herself the boy. Seems to be a good-natured pup, and he held up well while we were lookin' for those kids. Pup likes him, a little too much, I'm afraid.
"Something about him makes me a little wary. There's a temper in there. He's not one to mess with. New kid on the range, and he's already got Ray, Jake, and the other broncos toeing the line. He sure appreciates good brisket. I'm not sure, but I think he appreciates the boy, also. Not really what I had in mind for him.
"We'll see, my love."
The old man straightened and headed out to the truck. He missed Granny. The little tree had leaves as bright as his love's hair had been when she was his bride, forty years ago.
"Can you give me a ride home?" Kelly asked shyly, his hands in his overall pockets. Pappy had not stayed at the fair today. He had run errands and headed back to the farm earlier. Kelly was hoping the big deputy would agree. It would give them some time alone. He wanted that, even if he was too shy to say anything.
Max looked up with a pleased smile as he unlocked the door to the patrol car.
"Sure," he replied, trying to keep from staring. For the last two days, Kelly had silently joined him at lunch. Max had swung by the barns so often during his patrols that Ray had begun teasing him about checking out the livestock. It wasn't the animals the big deputy was interested in seeing.
"Liked the guitar," Kelly said softly, his eyes fixed on Max's face. "Wish I could play."
Max smiled, "You want me to show you some when we get to the farm?"
Kelly smiled and nodded.
Max sat on the porch swing with his guitar, gently strumming. He had enjoyed sitting beside Kelly and showing him the basic chords. Kelly learned quickly. After a while, Max began to just play. Kelly got up and brought out two glasses of a smooth smoky flavored whiskey. The swing and the moonlight were irresistible with the melody he heard in his mind whispering to be let out, to be brought to life. Kelly sat against the back of the porch and listened intently.
Max closed his eyes and leaned back, allowing the music that he heard in his soul pour out of his fingers. He could hear the moonlight drifting through the leaves, dappling the dark ground with silvery coins. He felt the gentle breeze of the wind in the sounds that flowed between the white flowers of the night blooming jasmine. His longing and his hope eased from urgency to peace as he hummed gently along with the melody he found.
He did not stop playing as he opened his eyes to see the golden eyes in the dark shadows, watching, waiting. An invitation, a lure, inserted itself into the harmony of the song, the wind, the insects of the night. The shadows shifted and a slender body formed.
Gracefully, Kelly swayed as he listened to Max play. He could feel the call in the music. He sensed the longing that the man would never admit out loud, in words. He heard the desire beneath the song. His throat tightened and he made a decision.
Gradually, Max stopped playing and released the notes into the wind. Kelly sat on the swing beside him without touching. The swing swayed lightly in silent companionship. When the seat drifted to a halt, Max looked up to find the strange eyes on him.
"Pond's warm, nights."
Kelly stood and stepped down the porch, into the yard. His head tilted in what could only be an invitation to follow. Bemused, Max rose and trailed after the silent shadow that drifted through the trees to the moonlit pond.
Frogs and crickets chirped, unseen insects buzzed. Somewhere in the distance, a nightbird called. Kelly slipped out of his overalls. His tanned skin gleamed in the moonlight. An arcing dive and he split the water cleanly.
Max swallowed, then shed his clothing, and waded into the water. He could hope for no more than a glimpse of his desire by moonlight, but that was enough for now. He started swimming in the warm water. It slid silkily against his skin, its warmth relaxing. Something brushed by his leg and he flinched, then gasped as Kelly surfaced beside him, mischief in his smiling face. He splashed Max.
"You're it."
The chase was on. Suddenly the water was no longer relaxing. It churned and splashed as he grabbed for the slippery flesh of the other swimmer, enjoying it just as much when his hands slid along the lean body as when he was finally able to grab and hold him. Kelly was quick and agile, but Max was stronger and the better swimmer. After breathless dashes and incredibly strong wiggling, Max held the other, trapped against the steeply sloped bank, his arms pinned over his head.
They panted happily, their faces only inches apart, their breath merging and brushing against their flushed faces. Max felt his knee slip slightly in the wet grass, and his body fell down on top of Kelly's slender form. Their groins touched. Max felt an electric shock run through his body. Kelly was as aroused as he was.
Kelly began to wriggle, halfheartedly trying to escape. Max growled and reached down with his mouth open to seize him by the throat. "Hold still," he growled without any malice. Kelly's neck tasted delicious; a hint of musky water, the salty taste of his sweat. Max knew that he shouldn't do anything, but his desire was too overpowering. He hoped he would not regret this in the morning.
As his teeth brushed across Kelly's throat, the younger man stiffened, and then suddenly relaxed, lifting his chin in submission. Max licked his throat, releasing his hands. Kelly ran his hands down the heavily muscled arms and began to stroke the hard chest, gently teasing the taut nipples almost hidden in the golden fur. Max groaned and brushed his cock against the younger man's, enjoying the silky slide of flesh on flesh. Kelly hesitantly lifted his hips to increase the contact.
Max chewed lightly along the strong jaw, up to find the curved mouth open and waiting for him. His tongue dipped in and tasted the smoky flavor of the fine whiskey they had enjoyed on the porch. He savoured it slowly as the man beneath him began to breathe faster. Kelly's tongue brushed his tentatively, then more surely.
Max ran his hands down the hard shoulders, the smooth abdomen, to the lean hips. Kelly arched up against him with a moan. His hands curled around the Max's waist and pulled him tightly onto his body. Their legs entwined as they embraced. Max slid his cock up and down against Kelly's.
Suddenly, Kelly pulled free. Max was hurt; he thought that he was being rejected, that he had gone too far, too fast. He started to rise, and stopped.
Kelly crouched in front of him, his sleek, taut ass offered. He looked back over his shoulder with open desire on his face. Max stroked the darker ring of flesh and Kelly sighed and pushed back towards him. Kelly gasped and wiggled as Max spit on his fingers and loosened him gently. He rose over Kelly and held his hips. The big man rubbed the precum slick head of his cock over the tight hole. Gently, he began to work the head in.
Kelly crouched before the dominant male, waiting to be claimed. He wanted to feel Max's big body on top of him, taking him. He bit his lip as the big head began to work its way into his tight body. He ducked his head with the pain, but did not allow so much as a whimper to pass his lips. With a popping burn, Max pushed into him. He froze and tried not to tense any more. It hurt, terribly. He panted quietly, trying to relieve the burning pain.
"Push out, Kelly. It'll make it easier."
Max knew that Kelly wasn't fully ready. He held still until the tense grip of the tight ass relaxed somewhat. Gently, he swayed back and forth until he worked further inside the hot grip of Kelly's ass. He angled down just a little and pushed, searching for the prostate. Suddenly, Kelly gasped and he felt the muscles relax. He thrust in the rest of the way and paused for Kelly's tight ass to adjust to his size. He suspected that he was the first one to take the other and desperately wanted to make him enjoy it.
His big hand reached down to the soft organ dangling between Kelly's legs and engulfed it, pulling lightly. Soon, Kelly was erect again and his sphincter had relaxed. Max began to move, in and out, synchronized with the movement of his hand.
Kelly moaned softly and pushed back against Max as he paused for a moment. Only the head of Max's cock was still gripped by his tight ring of muscle. Max pushed in. Kelly couldn't believe he felt this good.
Max leaned over Kelly's strong back, the sweat from his body caught between them. He licked at the tense shoulder. Kelly moaned again and looked back wildly at him, arching his back into Max's groin. Max bit down on his shoulder just tightly enough to hold him, then began to thrust with all the muscle in his powerful body. As he felt the muscles roil beneath his teeth, he knew that he was close. So was Kelly. The big hand sliding up and down the rigid shaft curled around the tight nuts drawn up in preparation to fire. Max slammed into the hot softness of Kelly's bowels and squeezed with his hand, jacking back and forth quickly.
Kelly yelped and bucked beneath him, his cock throbbing with the force of his cum spurting out. The pulsating grip of his internal muscles seized Max's cock and set his orgasm off as well. He raised his head and shouted as he plunged deeply into the hot wet bowels, his cum filling Kelly deep inside.
Kelly braced his quivering arms as he struggled to hold Max's weight despite his exhaustion. Max slid free slowly and lay back on the bank. Kelly collapsed beside him and was pulled into the hard, heaving chest. He nuzzled the sweaty throat and licked at a line of moisture forming a small puddle along the sternum. Max rubbed his cheek into the soft hair bent over his chest, enjoying the rasp of Kelly's tongue on his heated skin.
The wet grass beneath him grew cold quickly against his overheated skin. He sat up, his arms still around the younger man. Kelly looked at him curiously as he stood, then pulled him up to meet his lips. He would have happily snuggled for quite a while longer. Max kissed him deeply, looking into the sated sleepy eyes. Then he picked his new lover up in his strong arms and grinned wickedly.
"You are just too hot," he said softly.
Kelly looked at him in confusion, then yelled as he was tossed into the pond. Max dove by him and he quickly turned to splash after the bigger man. They played for a while.
Tired out, they lay on the grass and let the warm breeze dry their bodies. Max gently stroked Kelly's soft hair as he curled up with his head in Max's lap. Max saw his odd earring and bent for a closer look. It looked like a silvery microchip. Kelly's face turned slightly and his warm breath brushed against Max's cock. It stirred. Golden eyes asked a silent question, then hesitant lips touched the side of the
flaccid shaft. Max softly encouraged him to continue.
Kelly inhaled the musky scent of aroused male and nuzzled closer. He rubbed his face into the firming cock and the full ball sack. Max had thick blond fur all over his body, the soft pelt on his chest tapering down to his waist, then thickening again to provide a soft nest for his cock and balls. His arms and legs were also thickly furred. Kelly enjoyed the soft brush against his face. He loved the trust that allowed the other to relax and grow aroused with his vulnerable manhood being handled by another.
Kelly opened his mouth and licked at the drop of fluid glistening at the end of Max's cock. Max drew a deep breath.
"Go on, Kelly. Lick it again. Take me into your mouth," he urged quietly.
Kelly looked dubious for a moment, then obeyed. The salty precum flowed over his tastebuds as the thick head sat on his tongue. It felt soft and silky and hard, all at the same time. He rubbed his tongue over the ridge and swallowed. The cock in his mouth jumped. He tried it again, looking up to see Max staring at him with desire and pleasure on his face.
"That's it. Oh, Kelly, that feels so good."
Kelly curled his hands around the soft balls and rolled them gently, curiously. He wanted to know all of Max's body. Max moaned and moved his cock lightly in and out of Kelly's mouth. When he pushed too far, Kelly gagged slightly, and he stopped. He went back to the slight movements and let Kelly lick him. Kelly decided that he liked the salty taste and sucked eagerly, rubbing his hands across the tight muscular thighs and thick rippled abdomen.
Max arched into his mouth and groaned, "Oh god, Kelly."
Kelly felt the balls in his hand draw up against the rigid shaft, and the small slit at the end open. He braced his hands against Max's thighs and swallowed as the warm, thick fluid spurted against the back of his throat. Max pumped his hips a few times, then tried to catch his breath. He quivered as Kelly rose above him and began to lick him clean with long, slow strokes of his damp tongue.
Max pulled Kelly up his body and kissed him deeply. Kelly wiggled closer and hugged him as they slowly wrapped their tongues together. Finally, Max pulled back slightly, leaning his forehead against Kelly's.
"It's late, I have to work in the morning. If I don't get some sleep, it'll be rough."
Kelly nodded and stood. Max pulled himself up reluctantly. He grasped Kelly's chin and turned up his face for another deep kiss.
"Thank you," he whispered.
They dressed silently and walked back to the car, not touching, but close enough that they could feel the other's warmth.
"Will you meet me for lunch tomorrow?" Max asked hopefully.
Kelly tilted his head in that adorable way and nodded. He watched as Max set the guitar in its case, then in the back of his car. The silent young man stood in the shadows, watching the road wistfully until he could no longer see the headlights.
His body ached slightly from Max mounting him, but he savored the
feeling, hoping that he had finally found a lover. Someone who would hold him as Pappy had held Granny. He shivered, remembering the strong arms around him, the taste of seed in his mouth. He hoped Max would want him again, soon. With a sigh, he turned and headed into the dark house.
"You smell like sex, boy," the harsh growl startled him. "Man, not woman."
Kelly flinched, then dropped crouching to the floor beside the chair where Pappy waited for him. "Yes sir," he whispered.
There was silence for a long moment. Kelly did not dare move, did not dare trigger the anger he knew was so close to the surface.
Finally, a rough hand dropped to his head. "You've chosen a hard trail, boy," the voice said sadly. The danger was past.
"I know, sir." He rubbed lightly against that hand, seeking the comfort that he knew from the past.
Pappy stroked his hair and sighed as the boy leaned into his leg. "I guess I'm too old to bother with another set of cubs, anyway. Go wash up and get some sleep. You promised Doc you'd help him. This doesn't change that."
"Thank you, Pappy. I love you."
"Go to bed, Pup. We'll talk in the morning."
"Yes sir."
Pappy walked out to the small mound and stood by the tiny maple. In the moonlight, the leaves looked almost black. The wind brushed the feathery fronds against his arm as he touched a branch with the same strong gentle hand that had rested in Kelly's hair.
"Granny, I'm scared. Pup's gone and chosen a mate. He wants that big nephew of Butch's. People ain't gonna understand. He's not alpha; the other boy, Max, is.
"Maybe I kept him too close, trying to protect him. I dunno. All I can do is try to point them onto the best trail goin' the way they're headed. It ain't gonna be an easy one. I had kinda hoped for different, but I guess not. I'll do my best to take care of your boy, Granny. But I sure wish you was here to talk it over with me. I miss you, love."
He stood there silently for a long time, watching the moonlight reflect off the leaves before heading in to the house and his cold lonely bed.
Enjoy,
Mike.
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