Cutter's Wounds By: Jeff N (Copyright 2009-2010 by the author) Editor: Madison Cole
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Chapter 5 The Fight
Cutter and I finished our little talk exposing what we both had on our minds. It was getting late, with both of us being at least halfway under the influence of the whiskey we had consumed over the past hours. In addition to that, we both looked a little worse for wear. Blood still stained our faces and shirts. He spoke up first and said with a laugh, "Well, we better head back before my parents get too worried and think I took off for Wyoming on them."
"Don't worry about it. Before I left I told both our parents I didn't know if we were going to be back tonight," I told him.
He looked at me with eyes of disbelief, "You're serious? How in the hell did you ever get them to agree to that?"
"Well, my parents trust me and give me a lot of freedom. I have never given them serious cause to question me. My dad told your dad that, so he didn't object. I don't know ... maybe he thinks I might rub off on you," I teased.
"Yeah, maybe. You have to understand it's not that they don't trust me or that I am a bad guy. I'm not. It's just that when this all happened, something happened. I got so mad at them it wasn't funny."
"Well, let's deal with that and see what we can do about making you a life here in the big city. I am sure you can do it and your parents will totally understand and forgive you."
"Well, I'm tired ... where do I crash for the night?"
"There is only one bedroom, but it has a huge king-size bed. I hope it's all right if we share, because this couch sleeps like shit. Trust me, I know, because I slept on many times as a kid."
Cutter looked nervous. He said, "I can take the couch. It's not a big deal."
"I am not letting a guest sleep on this shitty thing, so if I have to, I'll sleep here."
"I am not going to kick you out of you own bed. You sure there is enough room, and you don't mind?"
"Hell no, it's fine. Randy and I used to share it all the time when we came out here. It will be cool."
He reluctantly agreed that sharing the big bed was the best plan. "Why don't you go take a shower while I clean up here a little bit?" I suggested. "The bathroom is attached to the bedroom, and it's through that door."
Cutter went through the door I indicated as I picked up the two glasses and headed to the kitchen area. Then I remembered that there were probably no towels in the bathroom. I went to the closet and grabbed a few. I opened the door, stepped in, and witnessed a sight that I'd been dreaming about since I got my first glance at Cutter Lane. Cutter had slipped his shirt off and opened his belt and fly of his jeans. He was standing there now facing the door. I think I caught him off guard. As I looked at him, no, stared at him, he quickly turned away.
I got what I needed to see. His upper body was perfectly chiseled. You could tell he had been working hard. His body was a by-product of his farmer lifestyle. What I had to spend time in the gym to make happen he was able to do in his daily life. His chest was completely smooth, with no wisps of stray hair. There was a full six pack and a great start on an eight pack. His open jeans showed me that he wore tight red skimpy pair of briefs that hugged his important parts and held them securely in place. I could also tell that those parts were having some problems fitting into that pouch. Not that my situation was any better at the moment. Once he had turned away from me, I saw that his back was equally as muscled. The boy was built, that much was certain. I turned to leave once I had an eye full. "I just brought you some towels, Cutter," I said, dropping the towels on the desk inside the door.
I finished cleaning up the rest of the cabin as I heard the shower start running. It took about ten minutes for him to finish. The shower stopped with perfect timing as I finished my work, so I locked the front door and shut off the lights.
I made it to the bedroom door and opened it slowly. I walked in not exactly certain of what I would find. As I looked around in the dim light, I found Cutter in bed under the covers with his hand behind his head just looking at me. I proceeded to get undressed. I wasn't sure how far I should go in front of my new friend. I stripped off my shirt, followed by my pants. I wasn't looking at him directly, but I somehow knew he was watching me. I felt myself tingling again. I figured what the hell, why not? I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my briefs and shucked them off with one motion.
When I turned around to glance at Cutter he was in fact looking and wide-eyed, but he quickly jerked his head and eyes in the other direction to cover up what he was doing. I headed into the shower which was already warm. Still, I turned the water on as hot as I could stand it. Climbing in, I let the water flow over my tense and tight muscles. It felt good. I grabbed the cloth that Cutter left hanging in the shower. I could still smell his scent on it when I brought it to my nose. I began cleaning my body, thinking of the boy I had in the room next to me. My cock seemed to have a mind of its own. It began to grow and expand to its full size, which was a little over seven inches.
I could not help myself. I lowered my soapy hand and began to caress and stroke my raging cock. It felt so good. All my thoughts were of Cutter. Somehow, even in this short time he had managed to capture all of my fantasies. It didn't take long for me to feel my balls start to contract upward toward my body. I felt my cum flow, slowly at first, then it absolutely exploded from the tip of my angry cock. The volleys hit the wall of the shower with great force. After six spurtss of my thick, white cream pumping into the shower, I felt weak in my legs. I leaned back against the wall for a moment to help collect myself and get my bearings.
I let the water run over me for a couple of more minutes before I stepped out and dried myself. Before I opened the door, I debated. I usually slept naked. Why should tonight be any different? I wondered. I opened the door and walked out. Cutter was still awake, almost in the same position I'd left him in, but now he looked really relaxed. He even looked happy for the first time since I had met him. He really didn't pay much attention to me as I climbed into the bed. I wondered to myself what he was wearing under the warm covers. I supposed I would not really find out.
I shut off the light on the night stand. It was pretty dark in there then, with just the moon light filtering in through the window. I turned my head toward Cutter. I could see something glistening on his cheek. "Are you crying, Cutter? Are you okay?"
He choked back, "Yeah, Cole. I am better than I have been in a long time. Thank you."
"No problem. I am glad I could help."
"Cole, did you really mean what you said about being my friend and all? I mean trying to help me adjust to this place?"
"Every word of it, my friend, but not right now. It's late and we both need some rest. Good night, Cutter."
"'Night, Cole, and thank you."
We both were quiet then as we laid flat on our backs. With the late time, the booze we had consumed, and the stress we had been under, we both soon both asleep. It felt good just to rest. It even felt better to have someone in bed with me, even if we couldn't touch each other or cuddle.
I was not sure what time it was, but it was during the night because it was till dark outside. I was awakened by a gentle touch on my lower chest. I didn't react at all to the touch. I remained still on my back with my eyes shut and continued breathing rhythmically. The hand stayed still for a minute. Cutter must have figured he didn't wake me up, that is, if he was doing what he was doing on purpose. His hand moved up ever so gently. I could hardly tell he was there, but he was. He stopped at my right nipple and gave it a gentle massage, finally tweaking it. I couldn't help but react. I stayed calm and still, but my cock started to grow. It was going to be like a flag pole pretty soon. Finally he left my nipple. He ran his hand down my chest and gently felt my abs as he passed by them. It felt good to have his hand touching my body. The last time that happened was three months ago before Randy left. I could tell this boy worked hard. His hands were not soft; they were the hands of a worker. They also felt amazing. Cutter stopped at my belt line. He must have been wondering whether he should go forward or retreat.
Finally, he must have made up his mind. Slowly I felt him make his way through my soft thick pubic hair. When he made contact with what he was looking for, I was fully erect. I gently ran his hand up and down my rod. The way he did it was very gentle and caring. It was damned hard to keep from moving or even grabbing him and having my way with him. The hand soon left my cock, gently squeezing my balls, which he had now found. He didn't stay there long. When he left there, he ran his hand down my thigh, took his hand back, and returned to his own state of rest.
I am not sure if he could see my face or not, but if he did he would have seen a big smile on it and a look of pleasure. My new friend was gay or at the very least, curious! I began to wonder if his relationship with Blaze was as intimate as my own relationship had been with Randy. Only time would tell that story. I didn't want this to be easy and obvious. In fact, I wanted our discovery to be romantic. If I fell more for this boy than I already had, I didn't want it to be cheap. I was not looking for a fuck. I was looking for something to last. I laid there basking in what Cutter had just done, and what I'd found out about him. It would remain my secret for at least a little while.
I needed to do something, however. I needed to maybe give him just a little sign, or moreover, I needed to feel the boy's skin with my hands as well. I heard him beginning to breathe heavily. I knew he had entered slumberland. I still pretended to be asleep, but I rolled onto my side and faced Cutter. When I did that, I took my arm and hand, and gently landed it near his face. I was in contact with the side of his face. It was so soft, yet rugged, with a day's worth of sexy stubble. At first he made a slight jerk to pull away, but he soon softly came back to my hand. He thought I was still asleep.
After he finished rubbing his face on my hand, I made another move in my faked state of sleep. My arm landed on his chest, landing my finger right on his nipple. It felt amazing. I could tell he enjoyed the warm human contact, but I didn't want to push anything farther than I already had. I left my arm resting there for a little while. It was so nice and peaceful. Soon both of our breathings returned to that heavy state. We slipped off into our own worlds. It was one of the most restful sleeps I had had in a long time. I hoped that is was the case for Cutter, too.
Morning came ... far too soon.