Cutter's Wounds By: Jeff N (Copyright 2009-2010 by the author) Editor: Madison Cole
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Chapter 3 Dinner And A Drive
I grabbed the keys from Cutter's hand and headed across the yard to his truck which was parked on the street.
When I got to the driver's door and hit the unlock button on the keychain, Cutter protested, "No one drives my truck but me, man."
"Shut up and get in, cowboy. You have had way more to drink than I have, so I am driving. Besides, I have always wanted to drive a bad ass truck like this one."
"Fuck you! I said no one drives me truck, not for no reason," Cutter spewed.
"And I am telling you to shut the fuck up and get your sorry ass in the truck. Don't worry; nothing is going to happen to your baby."
I opened the door and hopped up into the driver's seat. He didn't really protest further, but warned me in a low voice, "Anything happens to her, and it's your ass."
I laughed back, "I'll take my chances." It seemed as if Cutter was starting to become a little more comfortable with me. At least he was talking; that was something.
Not much was said as I headed toward the downtown area. "I got to tell you, Cutter, this truck is awesome. I would kill to have a truck like this. It helps attract the ladies, I am guessing."
He shrugged his shoulders. "I wouldn't know about having any women in it. All I know is I worked hard getting it and it's all mine. Fuck, but what good is it in a place like this fucking city?"
I didn't say much after that until we pulled into the pizza place. I parked and got out. With Cutter in tow we walked toward the restaurant. "I figured we needed to eat, and the pizza here is great."
Once we got in and ordered, we made small talk but he was still too quiet. We ate and again headed back to the truck. He never said anything about me driving so I just did. I was thinking privately to myself that the hole inside me seemed to be somewhat filled ... and I wasn't talking about my empty stomach, now filled. I was thinking about the void that had been there since the day Randy left town. It felt like Cutter was somehow filling that hole. After all, he was already in Randy's room. I was hoping I could get this kid to open up and be my friend.
We drove back through town, but rather than turn toward our houses I continued heading out of town. He really didn't say anything but instead just kind of looked at me.
After we were out of town about five miles I said, "I hope it's okay if we take your baby off road."
"It's a fucking truck; that's what it's meant to do! But where the hell are you taking me, and why? Just take me home."
I turned off the main road onto a dirt driveway. After five minutes we were at my planned destination.
We both stepped out of the truck. "What is this place?" Cutter asked, standing in front of a little cabin which sat along a small lake.
"It's my parent's cabin. I figured you needed a break from your parents for a while and a place you, or should I say we, can relax."
Cutter just nodded to me as we walked in. I turned on the dim lights and hit the heat so the place would soon warm up. Cutter took a seat in front of the fireplace on the couch.
I went into the kitchen to get us something to drink. I came back into the living room carrying two big glasses of whiskey and Coke. I handed one to Cutter. Before I sat down, I kicked my shoes off in the corner of the room to get more comfortable.
"Kick yours off, man, and get comfortable. I don't know how you can wear cowboy boots all day; don't they hurt your feet?" I asked.
Cutter bent down to pull them off. "Nah, man, they are pretty comfortable, actually. You should try a pair sometime."
"What size do you wear?" I asked.
"Ten and a half."
"Same size as me! Hand me the damned things. I have to see for myself how comfortable these things really are."
I grabbed them. I could smell his slight foot odor on them. It was not bad; in fact, it was kind of sexy and was turning me on. I slipped them on with ease which surprised me. They were still warm. I could feel where his feet were just moments ago. I stood and started to walk in the well broken in black cowboy boots. They really were comfortable; they felt better than my Nike's. They were also having another unexpected effect on me. I got that tingling feeling all over again and I could feel my cock start to grow and snake down my leg. Before too much more could happen, however, I pulled Cutter's boots off and threw them in the corner with my Nike's.
"Damn, Cutter, they are pretty comfortable. Just not sure I could pull off the cowboy look," I said as I turned around just in time to see him adjusting the package that apparently had grown in the front of his jeans.
"Just remember there, Jockboy, these are broken in. New ones hurt like hell for the first day or two."
I laughed and looked at him kind of squirm in his seat. I thought to myself, maybe there's hope for this boy yet.
I returned to my seat on the other end of the couch with a smirk on my face. I could tell Cutter was uncomfortable, but I wasn't totally sure about what. I grabbed my drink and downed about a third of it in one swallow. Cutter did the same thing sitting on his end of the couch. He was doing his best not to look at me. Cutter by that time had more of his drink gone than I did. I figured the more he had, the looser he might get and he might begin to open up.
We sat in silence and finished our first drink. When his glass was empty, I stood up and took it from him and headed to the kitchen area.
"Cut back on the booze in mine, man. I don't want to get shit faced."
I didn't respond, but kept walking toward the kitchen. Once there, I made the drink the same strength as I did before. I handed it to him. The first thing he did was take a sniff of it before putting it to his lips ... lips that looked very soft and kissable, I might add. He took a small sip.
"I see you really cut back on it," he said, laughing.
I returned to my seat and said nothing for a minute. Finally, I had enough. "Okay, Cutter, cut all the crap and bullshit. Out with it--what's eating your ass?" I demanded.
To be continued...