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"Echoes from a Wishing Well"
Copyright Ritchris, 2007
(Revised copyright, 2013)
A Story
by
Ritch Christopher
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chapter three
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Trent awoke first the next morning with a combination of feelings: guilt, fear, and wonderment after his night of romance with Ronnie. It didn't occur to Trent that he had engaged in gay sex as he had been so wrapped up in emotion stemming from the fact that someone was touching him, kissing him, and loving him. Sure, the physicality of the actions had been exciting and stimulating, but the mere fact that he was being held, safely and caringly, in the arms of another human being seemed, at the moment, to surmount all other thoughts. He would have probably felt the same had his partner for the evening been female, but the fact that it was a male and that it was Ronnie didn't seem to matter to him.
Once the sex began, not another word had been spoken from either of them. Neither had said, 'I love you' or even 'I like you so much'. Both had moaned and groaned from the pleasure, but neither had guided the other as to what to do to whom. Trent felt more exhilaration than he had ever known. His first wish of this new day was that Ronnie would feel the same pleasure that he'd experienced. Trent also hoped that what had happened would remain 'top secret', just between Ronnie and him. Dean and Cyrus must never know...and, dear God in heaven, not even the slightest hint should ever reach Granny Dee's ears.
The morning sun was breaking across the lower portion of Ronnie's bed and would soon be in his and Ronnie's eyes. Hopefully, Ronnie would be awake by then. A thousand thoughts and questions ran willy-nilly through Trent's mind. What would he say? What would Ronnie say? Would there be a repeat performance of the ecstatic bliss that had lulled both of them to sleep?
Trent slowly turned over to look at Ronnie. If there was a similarity in their looks, then Trent must be as handsome or as beautiful as his 'partner'. Trent watched Ronnie's wonderful chest as it expanded and retracted while he slept so soundly. The nipples which Trent had suckled a few hours earlier were a deep bright pink. It was strange, Trent thought, that he hadn't noticed the sparse patch of chest hairs displayed on Ronnie's sternum. Trent looked down at his own chest to discover that, yes, he had the same amount of chest hair that Ronnie's torso displayed. This very fact made Trent more aware of his manhood than he'd been more sure of himself.
Trent's gaze went lower to where Ronnie's midsection disappeared beneath the sheet and the light blanket. He almost laughed when he noticed Ronnie's penis sticking straight up as if it had been called to attention by morning reveille. Half an hour later, Ronnie began to stir from his sleep, stretching one arm above his head, opening his mouth for a wide yawn, and halfway through, looking up to see Trent staring at him.
"Oh, hi...", Ronnie grinned sleepily.
"Hi, yourself...", Trent replied.
"How long have you been awake and staring at me?"
"I don't know...maybe an hour or so..."
"Did you enjoy watching me?"
"Yeah. You know, Ronnie, in all my fifteen years, I've never slept with anyone, not even as a small kid."
"You DID get some sleep, didn't you?"
"Sure, I slept like a puppy."
Ronnie looked at him slyly and asked, "Didja have fun last night?"
"The best!"
"No hard feelings?"
"That depends on what you mean by 'hard'?" Trent's snicker showed his pleasure from the night's activities.
"Heck, I can see that you're hard beneath the covers."
"So? So are you..."
"Well, then, that leaves us with a few options..."
"Such as...?"
"Well, first of all, we can't go downstairs for breakfast sticking straight out like two spear carriers from 'Aida'."
Trent laughed, instantly picturing them as two Egyptian guards with an extra sword each.
"So...?"
"Option two, we could jerk off and go pee OR go pee and come back to bed and jerk off."
"Which option do you prefer?"
"I think we'd better pee first. If I jerk off while holding my pee back, when I ejaculate, water and sperm will shoot halfway across the room."
"I'm not all that experienced, but I think you're right. Pee would make an awful mess on the carpet."
"Wanna to pee first, me first, or together?"
"I've never peed with anyone at the same time in the same toilet."
"Geez! There sure are a lot of things you've never done before!"
"I never had anyone to do anything with before!"
"All right, we'll initiate you to public peeing. We'll go together."
Ronnie hopped out of the bed, naked, not bothering to hide his erection and Trent followed his lead, only Trent began to sing, 'Wherever we go...whatever we do, we're gonna go through it together..."
Ronnie laughed and sang, "If I have to pee and you have to pee, we'll pee in the toilet, together..."
Trent's giggle clearly demonstrated his delight in his new friend. "Gosh, you're fun to be with, Ronnie!"
As they entered the bathroom, Ronnie said, "Heck, if I had known I was gonna meet YOU when I came to Weston, I would have come down in June and spent the whole summer..."
They both looked at each other and sang loudly, 'TOGETHER!'. They took their places on either side of the toilet bowl. All inhibitions were dropped as nature took its toll on their bulging bladders. Both peed freely...long and hard.
"You done just fine, Country Boy!" Ronnie said when they'd finished.
"Wow, what a relief! I've had to go ever since I woke up."
"Why didn't you go while I was asleep?"
"I didn't want to take the chance of waking you."
"Mr. Matthews, as I look downward, I see that urination did NOT solve the problem of your swollen penis!"
"Well, Mr. Whitman, it didn't seem to have an effect on yours either!"
"Then I suggest we go back to the bed and perform the second act of our planned performance!"
"I think you have another good idea there!"
The two boys ran back into the bedroom, closed the door, and jumped on the bed, lying on their backs. Trent took his penis in his hand and began to pump slowly.
"Oh, no, you don't! This is a duet and we do EVERYTHING together!" Ronnie said, removing Trent's hand and replacing it with his own hand. Trent did the same, reaching over between Ronnie's thighs and grabbed his taut sword and they both began a rhythmic pattern on each other.
"This is SO much better..." Trent said.
"You wanna make it even better?"
"How?"
"Kiss me while we jerk!"
Trent leaned over and Ronnie's lips and his merged, their tongues tangled, and their hands beat up and down wildly on the other's organ. They continued this for maybe only two minutes until Trent knew that the inevitable was about to happen.
"I think I'm ready now!" Trent warned and Ronnie made a dive with his head toward Trent's crotch to capture the virgin liquid which began to spew forth copiously from Trent. THIS was something that had NOT happened last night. Again, it was a totally new sensation for Trent and he closed his eyes, feeling as it he was about to pass out. Ronnie slurped and gobbled until he was sure he had taken the last drop of personal manna Trent could muster. "Oh, my gosh, Ronnie! What did you just DO to me?"
Ronnie made a big production out of smacking his lips, swallowing big with a audible 'gulp' sound. "Didja like that?"
"Don't tell me that I'm in Tennessee, I'm sure I'm in heaven!" Trent replied through his heavy breathing.
"Now I have something of you inside me that I can take back to New York as a souvenir."
"That means that part of me is flowing in your veins..." Trent said, almost astonished.
"That's right and it'll stay with me always!"
"Then I want YOU running inside MY veins..."
"You don't have to...I mean, you can do it anytime before I leave for home."
"NO! It's NOW or NEVER!"
Ronnie chuckled, "I'm surprised you didn't sing that!"
"Lean back and let me do it for the first time!"
"...'ever I saw your face'..." Ronnie sang.
"Shut up, now! I'm trying to be serious!"
"I know you are, Trent. I don't want you to be serious! I just want you to have fun and enjoy the short time we have together!"
"Please don't even talk about YOUR going home. You just got here..."
"All right, I'll lean back on the pillow and pretend I'm asleep and you can have your way with me. Do anything you like...only watch your teeth while you're doing it!"
"Somebody said that to me yesterday..."
"You sucked somebody's cock yesterday?"
"NO, but I was almost forced to do it!"
"HEY! HEY! Don't tell me that Uncle Dean or Uncle Cyrus got fresh with you?"
"Heavens, no! It was some bully from school."
"You didn't do it, did you?"
"No! Thankfully, the cavalry, led by Uncle Dean, saved me in the knick of time!"
"You got to tell me ALL about that!"
"I WILL, but I have something else far more important to do just now."
"Oh, I'm sorry! I interrupted you again."
Ronnie lay back down on his back, putting his arms behind his head, and closed his eyes. He even faked a snore, before giggling.
Trent took his place between Ronnie's open legs and felt almost like an embalmer about to perform his first autopsy. Before him lay a naked male, motionless, willing to submit to anything Trent cared to do to him. Trent took his time and began massaging the front of Ronnie's lower legs, rubbing them up and down, getting a slight tickling sensation as the hairs on Ronnie's legs brushed softly across Trent's palms. This was something new for Ronnie and he marveled at how quickly Trent assumed the role of aggressor.
With each of his hands on Ronnie's legs, he continued upward to the thighs and then to the inside of the thighs, just below the scrotum. Ronnie thought his erection had been hard before, but Trent's slow-moving stroking was about to make him ejaculate before Trent even got to his tentative touching of tight testicles and an eagerly awaiting, throbbing hard on.
Trent's stern deliberation led him to Ronnie's ball-sac where Trent leaned down to blow cool air on the sweaty orbs. Ronnie's legs began to move up and down at the knees in perpetual anticipation of Trent's oral performance. Then, with the precision of a surgeon, Trent licked from the base of Ronnie's pouch all the way up to the tip of his glans in one single movement. Suddenly it was Ronnie who thought he'd died and gone to Saint Peter's pearly gates. No chorus boy or former sex partner had ever executed oral sex with such accurate, soothing skill. Never had anyone treated Ronnie with such exquisite tenderness. Angio felt guilty that he had not done a better job on Trent.
As Trent reached the top of Ronnie's penis, he encased the entire head and slowly engulfed the organ completely. 'Good Lord', Ronnie thought, 'am I gonna cum on Trent's very first downward surge?'. And he found that that's exactly what happened. Ronnie couldn't wait for the second dive, he came instantly with a force that all but choked Trent.
Trent found it difficult to believe that Ronnie had reached his orgasm so soon and he wasn't ready for it! He coughed, gagged, sputtered a bit, but kept his mouth closed so as not to let any of Ronnie's delectable semen escape. He held his breath and counted to three before swallowing. He counted to three once again, and raised his eyes to look at Ronnie, who by now had put his arms over his eyes!
"CHRIST! Where did you learn to do that?" Ronnie cried out.
Emulating his teacher and new best friend, Trent replied, "Didja like that?"
"Just PLEASE tell me that you're gonna home to New York with me and live there for the rest of your life!"
"Boy, don't I wish...!"
"HA! And I thought 'I' was gay! Heck! I could take lessons from YOU! In all my life, I've NEVER...!"
"Beginner's luck, I guess!" Trent smiled.
"Beginner's luck, my ass! I don't think I could live through that again once you learn how to do it!"
"So do you think we can sleep together again tonight?"
"Shoot, Trent! I don't want to go and eat breakfast, lunch, OR dinner. I'd like to stay here in bed with you for about a week! To quote Sondheim, 'just try and you're gonna see, how you'll never not at all, get away from me...'".
"I have to go to church with my Granny Dee in the morning. Then you, Uncle Dean, and Uncle Cyrus are coming to Granny Dee's house for chicken dinner after church!"
"Do you think there's a chance your Granny Dee would let you spend EVERY night here while I'm visiting?"
"I don't think I could! I have chores to tend to at home."
"What if I helped you with all your chores during the day and you sleep here every night?"
"I think everyone would get suspicious..."
"Heck! Let 'em!"
"It would only hurt more after you leave..."
"Think about it for a second. Do you think you might be able to come to New York with me to go to high school?"
"Where do you go?"
"The High School For the Performing Arts! You can take singing classes, acting classes, dance...fencing, all kinds of things, including eradicating your southern accent, which would get you ready for Broadway!"
"It sounds ALL too wonderful, Ronnie, but, at this point in my life, I really can't leave Granny Dee. I'm all she has and I have to do most of the work around the house for her. She's the only kin I have and I just couldn't LEAVE her high and dry with NO ONE to help her!"
"Trent, let's talk about this later, okay?"
"Sure..."
"Right now, I want you to help me walk to the shower and let's us get cleaned up for breakfast! I think you left me too weak to walk by myself!"
Trent smiled and began to sing, "Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart..."
"Oh, shit!" Ronnie said, as he got out of bed and the two went back into the bathroom to shower. "I should have known better! To you, everything is a song cue!"
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The two boys showered and then went downstairs to the kitchen sporting brand-new Miller's finest teenage attire where Cyrus was stirring the batter for banana and walnut waffles. Dean was sitting beside the tiled island in the center of the kitchen reading themorning paper...the Weston Wrap-up. Considering the bedroom action of thepast evening and this morning, Trent and Ronnie played their 'straight' roles like pros. They were chattering like magpies as they made their cheerful entrance.. Ronnie was explaining to Trent that Stephen Sondheim's music and lyrics were undoubtedly the most difficult songs to sing due to their intrinsic rhythm patterns and eccentric rhyming schemes.
"Good morning, boys!" Dean and Cyrus said, almost simultaneously.
"Morning!" Trent and Ronnie replied.
"Did you guys get any sleep at all or did you stay up all night discussing show tunes?" Dean asked.
"We talked until we both fell asleep from exhaustion playing 'Name That Showtune," Ronnie said. "I HAD to get some sleep as I'd had a pretty full day with a plane flight and a bus ride."
"Hopefully, you're both rested and hungry?" Cyrus added.
"STARVED!" Ronnie, answering for both.
"I'm making waffles," Cyrus added. "What breakfast meat would you like to go with 'em?"
"I've eaten your breakfasts before, Uncle Cyrus, and I also know that you have some of every kind of breakfast meat that's sold in the stores." Ronnie said. "SO, for me, I'd like linked sausages."
"What about you, Trent?"
"Huh, oh...linked sausages will be fine for me, too." Trent smiled warmly.
"I should have suspected as much. You two boys are so much alike, I would have been very surprised to hear you ask for bacon, Trent!" Cyrus said, grinning.
"You know, Cyrus is right! You two are so alike that it's amazing that one is from New York and the other from here in Tennessee."
"I know ONE thing that's different!" Ronnie said.
"What's that?" Dean asked.
"The way we talk. I want to work on Trent's southern accent while I'm here. 'Oklahoma' and 'Paint Your Wagon' aren't revived that often and I don't want him to be limited as to the roles he can play when he gets to Broadway!" Ronnie joked, hitting Trent's shoulder lightly.
"Oh, I'm sure he'll lose it when he goes to acting classes," Dean said.
"Ha! I've been trying to get him to go back to New York and attend the High School for the Performing Arts with me," Ronnie said, sitting down on a stool next to Dean.
"That would be great, if only it were possible," Trent said, with an note of glumness in his voice. "but all of you know I can't leave Granny Dee."
"You see, Ronnie, some people have responsibilities, like running a farm or doing chores."
"I work!" Ronnie said, a bit defiant.
"Yes, but you make your money playing for auditions which keeps you in the theatre most of the time," Dean said.
"Yeah, I don't think there's much call for milking, hoeing, or weeding on Broadway..." Trent added.
Changing the subject, Dean interrupted by asking, "So what do you two have planned for today?"
"We haven't discussed it at all!" Ronnie said.
"We could go swimmin'!" Trent replied.
"NOW WAIT. You just said, 'swimmin'', there's a 'g' on that word...swim-MING...guh, guh, guh..." Ronnie corrected him.
"Sorry...We could go swim-MINGGG!"
"That's better."
"Ronnie, don't make Trent self-conscious about his speech. In Tennessee, it's called, 'swimmin''!" Dean said.
"I KNOW, but I really want to help Trent!"
"You can't change him in one day when it took fifteen years for him to learn to speak as he does!"
"He's already learned ONE word!" Ronnie said.
"Oh?"
"He kept saying 'nekkid' in the bedroom and now he says, 'naked'."
"What an odd thing to keep saying in the bedroom...Don't you think it's odd, Cyrus?" Dean joked, keeping a straight, solemn face.
Ronnie suddenly felt he had revealed too much by the word, 'nekkid', and both he and Trent were involuntarily blushing.
"I suppose 'nekkid' DOES sound strange," Trent stammered. "I brought up the subject of your bedside lamps. I told Ronnie that I didn't have a lampshade in my room at home, that all I had was a 'NAKED' light bulb'. That's how I came to say, 'nekkid'!" Trent lied, hoping Dean and Cyrus would buy his story.
"Oh!...Would you like us to buy you a lampshade for your bedroom?" Cyrus asked.
"Ah, no. I can read better when the light is brighter."
"Okay...so you two want to go swimming?" Dean said.
"If it's all right...?" Trent said.
"Sure, don't let us old curmudgeons interfere with your plans. You two are old enough to take care of yourselves. So go swimming and a have a good time!" Dean continued. "Did you bring a swim suit, Ronnie?"
Another problem. The two boys had to think fast.
Trent quickly piped up, "Uh, I have TWO at home, Uncle Dean. I can take Ronnie down to my house and meet Granny Dee and pick 'em up."
"That's a great idea!" Trent said. "I want to meet your Granny Dee."
"Would you like me to drive you?" Dean asked.
"No, it's not far, as you know. We can walk," Trent quickly added.
"OKAY, BOYS, come and get 'em--the first waffles and sausages are ready! Then take a seat and Dean will pour you each a glass of milk."
"Super!" Ronnie exclaimed.
Ronnie ate three waffles while Trent was only able to down one. When they were finished eating, they cleared the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher and, hollering their goodbye, headed out the door to Granny Dee's.
As they started down the dirt road, Trent asked, "Do you think they suspected anything?"
"No...even if they did, they wouldn't've said anything."
"WOW! Did you have to bring up that 'nekkid' business?"
"Man, you covered that up great!"
"Do you think they believed me?"
"Why not? I would never have thought of a naked light bulb! I doubt if they would've either."
They skipped along the road, singing and taking turns chasing one another until they reached the gate to Granny Dee's.
"It's kinda old...I mean, I know you must be used to skyscrapers or penthouses and such, but this is my home."
"It looks great...almost like a Broadway set for a Tennessee Williams play. Is THAT a well?"
"Sure! The water is crystal clear."
"Do you ever throw pennies in it and make wishes?"
"I make wishes, but I don't always throw pennies into it. I prefer pitching dreams into the well, hoping they'll turn into wishes."
"Too bad Walt Disney didn't think of that while he was filming 'Cinderella'. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about...".
"You mean...", Trent broke into a song, "A dream is a wish you're heart makes"?
Ronnie laughed. "I knew you'd pick up on the line I fed you!".
"Shoot! That was too easy. I sing it down the well all the time," Trent said proudly.
Ronnie walked over to the well and looked down into the pitch darkness.
"HELLOOOOOOOO" Ronnie yelled. The well echoed after two seconds..."HELLOOOOOOOOO".
"See how it answers you?" Trent said.
"That's neat!"
"When I'M CALLING YOU OOH OOH OOH, OOH OOH OOH..." Ronnie sang. He waited to hear the echo..."When I'M CALLING YOU OOH OOH OOH, OOH OOH OOH...".
Trent stuck his head downward, next to Ronnie's, "Will you answer too, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh?" and his reply came back..."Will you answer too, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh?"
"You know what?"
"What?"
"I don't suppose you have a tape recorder, do you?"
"Not hardly! Why?"
"I was thinking! This would be a great way to practice your speech."
"What do you mean."
"Listen...NEKKID!" Ronnie called down at the well. "NEKKID", the well echoed. "See, if you hear a word and it comes back to you sounding kinda funny, you keep saying it until you hear it correctly. You know, like putting 'g's' on the end of your words. If you say, 'swimmin', and don't hear the 'g', keep saying it until the 'g' comes natural to you."
"But how would I know if I'm mispronouncing them?"
"Look! When you go to a movie or watch a TV show, you can hear that Andy Griffith doesn't talk the same way as, well, say Jay Leno. You CAN tell the difference, can't you?"
"Sure, Andy sounds like a Tennessee hick...like me!"
"But what makes him sound like a hick to you?"
"Well, it's like listening to music. A country singer sounds different from other singers."
"How?"
"By the twang in his voice."
"Yes, and by not putting 'g's' on the end of gerunds."
"What?"
"A gerund...a verb used as a noun that ends in 'i-n-g'!"
"Darn! Why've I never thought of that?"
"Mostly because most Southerners don't put the 'g' on gerunds. Try one in the well."
"Like what?"
"FISHING!...only first, say, 'fishin'"."
Trent put his head in the well and said, 'fishin', followed by the reverberation, 'fishin'.
"Now say, 'fishing'!"
"FISHINGah!"
The well replied, 'FISHINGah!"
"See?"
"Ronnie, that helps so much! I want you to teach me as much as you can while you're here."
"HA! I'm not THAT smart! I thought I was the expert in the bedroom until you gave me YOUR version of a blowjob!"
"I was THAT much better than you?"
"You sure taught me a thing or two..."
"Shucks! I didn't know a thing about sex before I went to bed with you last night."
"There ARE some things I can teach you..."
"You mean...tonight?"
"Tonight or whenever..."
"You know, you've just got here and you'll be leaving in a couple of weeks and I'm already starting to miss you."
"I'll miss you, too, Trent...but let's not talk about that now!"
"Okay! Come on and meet my Granny Dee."
"If she's like you, I'm gonna love her!"
"Does that mean...you love me?"
"Maybe...but it's too soon to tell..."
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Trent didn't have to go inside the house to find his grandmother. She was on the far end of the vegetable garden, picking and shelling butterbeans. He gave her a call and a wave and she stood, raised the straw hat from her forehead to block the sun from her eyes and waved back at her grandson.
The two boys had to cross through a cornfield to get to her. As they did, the long corn leaves rubbed on their bare arms and they began to itch almost immediately. Through the corn and next through the okra patch, they headed toward her. Trent went to her and kissed her on the cheek while Ronnie stood watching and sizing up Granny Dee. All four of Ronnie's grandparents were either dead or out of touch with him and his dad, so a grandmother was something new for Ronnie.
"Well, did'ja have a good time?" Granny Dee asked.
"It was wonderful!"
"Where'd'ja get them new clothes?" Granny Dee asked, looking at the brand new Levis, polo shirt, white socks and shiny brown loafers.
Trent couldn't decide whether to lie to her, since he was not in the habit of lying to her or anyone...still, the idea of Dean buying him practically a whole new wardrobe, made it difficult for Trent to answer truthfully.
"Uh, Mr. Barger bought some new clothes for Ronnie over there and Ronnie let me wear some of them."
"Just take care of them. We can't afford to replace anything you might soil or rip up."
"Ronnie! I want you to come meet my Granny Dee."
Though there wasn't a shy bone in Ronnie's body, he walked timidly over to the kindly old lady and put out his hand for her to shake.
"So THIS is Ronnie...?" Granny Dee said. "Pleased to meetcha, young man."
"It's nice to meet you too, Mrs. Matthews."
"Oh, now don't go and get formal on me, I'm Granny Dee to anyone who meets me! To be totally correct, my last name is Lawson, my second husband's name after Trent's Daddy's Daddy died. My name WAS Matthews back then."
"Then it's nice to meet you, Granny Dee!"
"Lands' sakes alive! If I didn't know Trent was my grandson, I'd swear the two of you were brothers! I've never seen two boys look so much alike!", she said.
"That's what my uncles said," Ronnie replied.
"They're BOTH your uncles? I didn't know that Mr. Barnes and Mr. Barger were kin to you?"
"They're not really. My dad used to work for them in New York and when my folks split up and I started living with my dad, I sorta went off to work with him every day and Cyrus and Dean kinda adopted me as their nephew. I've called them 'uncle' all my life."
"Granny Dee, they asked me to call 'em 'uncle' too."
"Oh, they did, did they?"
"Yes'm..."
"I guess it's all right to call 'em uncle when you're around them, but when you're not, mind your manners to everyone else and refer to 'em as Mr. Barnes and Mr. Barger."
"I will, ma'am."
"Well, it looks like I got a big mess of butterbeans for Sunday lunch tomorrow. You're comin' too, aren't you, Ronnie?"
"Yes...ma'am!"
"That's fine...I used to always have a big crowd for dinner after church on Sundays! Whew, is it EVER hot! Whydon't you boys come back to the house with me and I'll fix you big glass of iced sweet tea!"
"Sounds great!" Ronnie said.
"You'll like Granny Dee's sweet tea. She puts lots of sugar in it just after it boils and the sugar mixes in with the tea like syrup!"
"There ya go givin' away my secret recipes..." Granny Dee said, joking. "Were you boys headed up here to the house?"
"No, ma'am, Ronnie and I were going to go swimming'ah' at Vernon's Pond."
Trent had emphasized the final 'g' in 'swimming' and he smiled broadly at Trent.
"So, Trent, you're gonna spend the night again tonight with Ronnie?"
"Yes'm, if it's okay?"
"Just mind your manners and don't break nothin'!"
"I won't."
"Ronnie, are you comin' to church with Trent in the mornin'?"
"I don't know. Trent hasn't asked me."
"You DO go to church where you live, don'tcha?"
"No, ma'am. My dad works late on Saturday nights and usually sleeps in all day Sunday."
"Well, you ARE a Christian, aren't ya? I mean, you've been baptized and have been saved?"
"Uh, my mother had me baptized when I was a baby."
"Oh, you weren't REALLY baptized. You were sprinkled. It's not the same thing, you know."
"Granny Dee, don't start pushin'...I mean pushingah religion on Ronnie. I think he's doin'...DOINGah fine just the way he is."
"Still he might get the feelin' of the Holy Ghost if he comes to church with you tomorrow. The Lord moves in mysterious ways, Ronnie, so if you come and feel somethin' special happenin' to you, just let it guide you where you feel it's leadin' you!"
"Yes ma'am, I will...IF I come to church tomorrow."
"Ronnie, will you come with me if I ask you?" Trent asked.
"If YOU ask me, then I'll do it!"
"See if you can bring your two uncles! It's never too late to accept Jesus as your personal saviour!"
"I'll talk to them about it when Trent and I get back."
"Okay! Why don't the two of you sit out here in the porch swing while I go get the tea?"
"Great!" Trent exclaimed, almost a bit too loudly, but he was glad to see her leaving momentarily and get Ronnie off the religious 'hot seat'. She went inside and Trent said, "I...I'm sorry about that! I hope you weren't embarrassed?"
"Naw, like they say, 'when in Rome'..."
"What's that mean?"
"It means when you go to visit some place, you just kinda try to fit in like a native."
"Oh? Please don't say a word, but I don't think you'll feel the Holy Ghost tomorrow."
Ronnie laughed. "I kinda doubt it. I don't think the Holy Ghost has ever been to New York City!"
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah, it's MUCH too dangerous for Him to visit there. TOO many temptations and once He got there, He wouldn't have time for any sinners!"
"You're pulling my leg, aren't you?"
"No, but I'd like to...'specially that long one in the middle!"
"Shush! Don't say a WORD about what we did last night and this morning. PLEASE!"
"Do you think I would? Your Granny Dee has the Holy Ghost on her side and if she found out, there's no telling WHAT HE'D do to us."
"You don't think we committed a sin, do you?" Trent's face clearly showed his sudden doubt.
"Trent, if THAT were a sin, everyone in the world would be on their knees asking for forgiveness. Sex?...NO gay sex is not a sin, Trent."
"Gosh, I hope you're right!"
"If it WERE a sin, I'd've been struck dead by lightning a long time ago!"
"You've been having sex for a long time?"
"Over three years...!"
"Wow! That puts me TWO years behind you. If you started when you were thirteen..."
"That's ALL in the past, Trent. For the next two weeks, there's only YOU in my life."
"Gosh, I wish it could be longer..."
"So do I."
"I...I really feel something for you, Ronnie. I've never had this kind of feeling before."
"Wanna know a secret?"
"Yeah..."
"Me, too."
Trent's and Ronnie's eyes locked. They both felt a sudden urge to grab the other and kiss, just as Granny Dee came back out on the porch with the iced tea.
"I brought some paper napkins. The humidity will make the glass drip all over your new jeans," she said, handing each of the boys a tall frosted glass.
"THIS is fantastic!" Ronnie said, after taking his first sip.
"Didn't I tell you?" Trent said, drinking down a big gulp.
"They sure don't make tea like this in New York, Granny Dee."
"I bet they don't serve fried chicken the way I fry it, either."
"I bet you're right."
"You'll see, tomorrow, AFTER church!"
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After 'tea' with Granny Dee, the boys headed off to Vernon's Pond. Neither of them could ever remember have as much fun as they were having with each other. Two basic loners, one from boondoggle Tennessee and the other from affluent New York City, yet they found themselves on an even keel.
"There's no one around," Ronnie said. "Wanna risk skinny-dipping or swim in our briefs? It seems that we forgot to get your swim suits at your house."
"Oh, I didn't forget...!" Trent replied with a wry expression.
"You sly dog, you! You just wanted to see me, 'nekkid'!" Ronnie joked.
"I've seen you nekkid AND naked, and up close, too!" Trent said, coyly.
"Did you like what you saw?"
"I must've...I ate it, licked the plate, and went back for seconds!"
"Is this road traveled much? Any chance of anyone wandering by?"
"Maybe, but you can always dip down to waist high and nobody can see you. That's what I do!"
"Okay...skinny dipping, it is! Let's put our clothes under that tree by that dock. I'd hate to get mud or grass stains on our new jeans and shirts!"
Trent ran toward the tree with Ronnie only a few steps behind him. They undressed quickly. Trent folded his clothes neatly as his Granny Dee had taught him and Ronnie watched and did the same.
"Ready? ONE! TWO! THREE!" Trent put his right hand on the ground in a runner's start position.
"WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!" Ronnie cried, stopping Trent.
"What's the matter?"
"Stand up a minute."
"Why?"
"Just for a minute..."
Trent stood up slowly, expecting Ronnie to play a trick on him and make a mad dash toward the water.
"Okay, I'm standing! Now what?"
"I just wanted to look at you naked in the sun."
"Why?"
"It's different than seeing you undressed in the bedroom. I...I just wanted to admire you, that's all." Ronnie gave Trent the once-over from head-to-toe and Trent took the time to do likewise. "Gosh, Trent, we ARE alike. I'll bet someone could take a photo of us naked and cut the heads off and switch them and no one could tell the difference."
"Are you sorry that 'I'm' or 'you're' not bigger down here between our legs? I mean from what you said, you've been to bed with lots of guys and I have no one to compare you with."
"NO! I'm glad we're the same size. There's no competition between us."
"Ronnie, if you keep staring at me like that, I WILL get bigger! Come on, let's jump in! Last one in is Bill Grogan's goat!"
"Wait---who the heck is Bill Grogan?"
"You mean I know a song that you don't know?"
"What show was it from?"
"None, silly! It's a nursery rhyme."
"HA! My mom and dad never took the time to teach me nursery rhymes!"
"Mine didn't either, but Granny Dee surely did!"
"Did I tell you that I liked her?"
"No, but I KNEW you did! Everyone likes Granny Dee!"
"I see now why you're so special!"
"You think so?"
"Trent, in less than two days' time, you've become the most special person in my life!"
"Honest?"
"Honest!"
"I feel the same way about you, Ronnie."
"I know we're not supposed to talk about it, but at the moment, I don't know if I can give you up in two weeks!"
"You could come to Tennessee and live with Uncle Cyrus and Uncle Dean and go to school with me at Weston High!"
"No, I couldn't, Trent. That would be like wasted time. Frankly, I think it will be a waste of your time and talent, too."
"You really think I'd fit in at your High School for the Performing Arts?"
"You'd knock 'em out with your singing! I mean, if you want to be on Broadway..."
"I DO, Ronnie...more than anything in my life."
"You know that ALL great artists have to make sacrifices IF they want to make it big."
"What do I have to sacrifice? I don't really OWN anything."
"You know what I'm talking about! You'd have to sacrifice your Granny Dee. I know that my dad would let you live with us...well, with me, anyway. He's gone so much of the time. He's always saying that he wished he and my mom had had one more son so that I'd have a brother!"
"You want me to be your brother?"
Ronnie looked at him, grinned lasciviously and said, "Only in an incestuous capacity!"
"A what?"
"Skip it! I'd want you to be my boyfriend, not my brother!"
"But I don't even know if I'm gay, Ronnie!"
"Believe me, you are! The way you made me feel in the bed...WOW! You're gay!"
"Durn! Now look what you've done! You got to talkin'...talkING' about sex and now I have a hard on!"
"Let's go jump in the water and I'll help you get rid of it, one way or another!"
Just as they started to run for the shoreline, from behind the tree stepped Farley Adams.
"Well, well, well, my little cocksucker has gone and found him a twin..." Farley said, snidely.
"Farley! I'm warning you," Trent turned to face his rival. "Don't you start anything with me OR my friend or you'll rue the day you were born!"
"Oh, did you learn karate since yesterday? Think you can defend yourself now? I don't see no OLD QUEER to protect you today!"
"I don't need anyone to protect me! I wonder what your mother and dad would say if I told them what I saw you and Mr. Simmons doing yesterday?"
"Trent, if you ever breathe a word of that to either of my parents, I'll kill you dead! They'll be dragging Vernon's Pond for months trying to find all the pieces I'll cut you up into!"
"Who are you?" Ronnie asked, holding his ground.
"Who the fuck are you with that damned Yankee accent?"
"If you take one more step toward either of us, you'll think my name is Bruce Lee," Ronnie gritted through his teeth.
"Oh, so YOU'RE a karate expert?"
"Karate AND tae kwan do! Do you have a preference?" Ronnie jumped into a martial arts first position stance.
"I'll have a piece of that action, then I'll have both of you sucking my cock at the same time!" Farley said, removing his shirt.
Trent feared for his life AND Ronnie's. "Ronnie, please don't!".
"Go ahead and make your last move, shit head!" Ronnie screamed.
"Who are you calling a shit head, you little damn Yankee prick?" Farley warned as he took off his shoes and socks, standing only in his jeans.
Farley was about twelve feet away from the boys and without a warning, he made a lunge and ran toward Ronnie as fast as he could. When he was only a leg's length away, Ronnie moved to his second position, raising his right leg, striking Farley in the crotch with enough force that Farley was knocked backward more than six feet. Farley yelled and grabbed his scrotum. IF he had two testicles, they were now surely scrambled like eggs. Farley bent over, trying to catch his breath and writhing in severe pain. His face had turned from red to white to gray. Ronnie jumped back and took his first position stance again.
"Want another one?" Ronnie shouted.
Trent's mouth had dropped wide open with disbelief. He was surprised to realize how proud of Ronnie he was, while at the same time, he couldn't help but wonder what permanent injury or damage that Ronnie had inflicted on Farley.
Ronnie relaxed, seeing that Farley was no longer a threat...today or for days to come and he turned to Trent and said, "Ready to go swimming..." nonchalantly.
"Huh? Oh, yeah...yeah, let's go!" Trent replied. The two boys went toward the lake while Trent looked at Farley the entire time. Once they were in the water, Trent sighed, "WHEW! How on earth did you do that?"
"My dad made me take martial arts so that he wouldn't worry about me on the streets of New York."
"But you only kicked him ONE TIME and he was helpless."
"Who was that, anyway?"
"You remember last night when I said someone told me watch my teeth while I gave him a blowjob?"
"That was the asshole?"
"Yes."
"Heck, had I known that, I'd've kicked his balls from his body!"
"You're amazing! You know that?"
"I...I just wanted to show you that I could protect you if you came to live with me in New York!"
"Gosh! I'm the country boy and you're from the big city. 'I'm' the one who's supposed to be the rough neck!"
"I'll teach you, but I don't want you to be the rough neck. I want you to love me and make love to me..."
"Gosh, Ronnie, if only I could..." Trent said sadly. "Hey, look! Farley is leaving. He's barely able to walk. I...I think he forgot his shoes and socks!" Trent laughed for the first time since they had encountered Farley.
"Now, if I remember correctly, your crotch was beginning to swell before we were so rudely interrupted and I said that I'd take care of it..."
"That you did...oh, boy!"
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(To be continued in "Echoes From A Wishing Well", chapter four).
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