Chapter Eighteen - The Road to Riverton
Patrick and I had been on the road for quite a while. The road had been good most of the way through Riverton, but now it narrowed. I had expected good roads all the way, but this two lane road to Cottonwood where he lived wasn't very good.
"How much farther, Patrick?"
"Not far."
"You've been awfully quiet."
He looked over at me. "Maybe I have reasons."
That didn't sound like the way he usually responded. I glanced over. He had an almost angry look on his face.
We rounded a turn with trees high on either side making a canyon of the road. That was when I saw a van up ahead. It was parked sideways in the middle of the highway.
I put my foot on the break, but Patrick grabbed my shoulder and held on hard.
"Don't stop until you get to the van" he said.
"Why? What's up with the van?"
He grinned a cold grin. "Those are Bockstrop's men up ahead. They're waiting for you."
He so completely surprised me I actually slammed on breaks, but he knocked my foot off and throwing his leg over, stepped on the accelerator. That got us nearly to the van as I again slammed on breaks. I cut the engine and turned to him.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Did you think I'd let you break up me and Yancy? We've been friends for so long it's like we are brothers. There was no way in hell I was going to let that happen."
"I don't understand."
"You're going to disappear. People think you moved to Riverton. It's just that you'll never arrive. As far as Reynolds will know, you don't want to send for your furniture so he will live in your apartment back there. The store here in Riverton will only know that you didn't get here. Those pictures Marcus was going to end your folks? Well they'll be sent with a typed note from you apologizing and saying you are sorry to have been such a disappointment and that you won't write them any more. They will believe you chose to be out of their life forever."
I couldn't believe this. "What about me?"
"You'll be kept at Bockstrop's cousin's house for the time being. Heathcock Bockstrop. He's got a lot of pull in Riverton and whatever he says, goes. You'll be his private slave and sex toy until his cousin brings you back to the Pharmacy for porno movies in the back annex. And he'll pay me and Yancy enough that we won't have to find a job for years to come."
He smiled. "Now you're getting out and going into that van. I'll ditch your car so deep in the woods it'll be a very long time before anybody finds it. Now get going."
He tried to push me out the door. I grabbed the wheel and held on, but two goons from the van jerked the door open and grabbed my hands.
As they pulled me out and I saw my life ending, I cried out "What the hell, Patrick? Why is this happening? Why?"
"Why what, Eric?"
He was shaking me. I was covered in sweat. We were in my bed and it was morning.
"Dude, you were hollering in your sleep. Jeez man, I never saw anybody so tensed up. What was happening?"
I was so relieved it was only a dream I gave him a big hug before I even thought about it.
"Nothing, now that I'm awake. I guess I just had the jitters over the move and the new job."
"You're covered in sweat, Eric."
We had both slept in the raw last night. I guess while I'm staying with him, I'll do that since that's the way he does it. Besides as I looked over, I saw he had some nice morning wood there. Then I saw he was looking at mine.
"You're the one getting hard, not me" I said to him.
"I was just looking at those balls of yours. Damn but they look huge, especially like now." He lifted my dick away to get close to them. As he got close, I could feel his breath on them. He took my dick in his hand.
"This sucker of yours can do murder to a guy's butt, you know that? You about tore me up last night with it." He bounced it in his hand. I deliberately stayed relaxed so it didn't start to bone up. He kept looking at it as his fingers played along it.
"Did you ever give it a name?"
"My dick?"
"Yeah."
"No. I never thought of it. Did you name yours?"
"The paper boy did. Little Jimmy Andrews. The one I got to spank me to get off. He named it Redstone."
"Because of the red freckles and bush?"
"Yeah. And he'd go by on his bike if I was outside and he'd call out `How's Redstone today?' It always cracked me up."
He was still close to my balls and holding my dick. I decided I needed to change the subject. "Speaking of cracking up, want to get that crack of yours shaved? It'll give Yancy something to see before we leave. If we wait until we get to your house to do it, he won't feel like he's a part of it."
He just shook his head in disbelief. "Eric, you know what? You think weird. You really do."
I reached over and took his hand off my stuff. Then I took his dick and pulled on it slightly. He winced.
"That couldn't have hurt, Patrick."
"Right, but you know I don't like anybody playing with Redstone." He pulled away.
I felt puzzled as to why his dick and his butt held such a fascination for me. With Yancy, I just want to grab him and hold him and kiss him and carry him into the bedroom for unending sex. But with Patrick, it's like somehow I can't keep my hands away from those two places.
"Let's go in the bathroom and I'll get that hole of yours shaved, ok?"
He obviously needed some persuading. So abruptly I leaned over and with just my lips I took the head of his dick a little way inside, lolling it with my tongue and then giving a couple of deep sucks, like I wanted to pull so hard his nuts would come flying all the way up through that channel into my mouth. He reared up on his elbows but didn't try to stop me, and then he made sounds of amazement. The head felt good and my tongue couldn't leave it alone, but I forced myself and pulled off.
I looked up into his face. "See, Patrick, when you and I get to Riverton, it may be a while before I get a place and Yancy can come over to live. Now if you need servicing in the meantime, that's an example of what I can do for you. However...if you can't share your butt with me, I may not be willing to share my mouth with Redstone."
I watched his expression. Watching Patrick think was an experience in itself. I could tell he didn't want to give in, but sometimes a guy's sex drive overpowers his sense of determination. The struggle didn't last long.
"All right. But if you shave me, can I get that mouth back on Redstone this morning?"
"Patrick, Yancy's coming over. You don't want to loose the load you've got saved for him, do you?"
Once again he was faced with a decision, and again the struggle was visible on his face. Finally he decided.
"Damn, Eric, you drive a hard bargain. But come on, let's go in the bathroom and get this over with."
I leaned him over the tub and told him to spread his cheeks. I had determined no matter how wide he spread them, I would get him to spread them more. I touched the entrance there, then slid my hands over those cheeks of his.
I got my razor and the shaving cream and happily lathered up that trench and hole. It was fun having my hands there, and in a way I was sorry I couldn't simply do that all day long. I liked the way he made funny little noises as I fooled around his butt.
"Patrick, if you named your dick, why don't you name your hole?"
He turned his head, looking over his shoulder at me. "Why?"
"Just to keep things equal. If you dick has a name, your butt needs one to. If you can't think of a name, I'll try to come up with one."
"That's all right. I've got one now. In front it's Redstone, back here it's Eric."
"That should be with an apostrophe, Eric's, meaning belonging to Eric."
"No it's just plain Eric, since it looks just like you."
I let it go for now, and got to work. But with the first swipe of the razor he gasped, went rigid, and then got quiet, tensing up. I could see how stiff he kept his leg muscles as well. I cleared the ridge leading to it before I tried for the area around the hole. I liked the little bristles and let my fingers play with them. I kept rinsing off the razor in the basin and then clearing some more.
"Pull a little wider, Patrick."
"Hell man I've got it so wide now you could drive a damn truck through there."
I patted his hole. "Calm down, Patrick. You know you'll be proud of how good this will look when I'm through."
When I was finished and had gotten the last spots of saving cream wiped off, I rubbed my fingers in the soap and slipped one up his hole. He gulped but didn't move. I slid it around and then slowly began an in-and-out movement. He gasped this time before he noisily gulped again.
"You enjoying this?" I asked him
"No. I mean...maybe."
"How about this?" I asked as I slipped a second finger in. He humped the rim of the tub, his knuckles white where they gripped it so hard. I wondered if his dick was hardening. I reached down here and lightly touched the head.
"Don't" he whispered with an urgency he didn't normally use.
"Why?" I still held the head in my fingers.
"If you do that it'll make me want to start jerking off again. The only way I can stay this way is to never play with it, to just let Yancy or somebody suck it."
I inserted a third finger.
"That hurts."
"Well it sounds like you've got a sweet deal if you can just go to people and claim you can't jerk off but they need to suck you."
"It's what I believe. Don't make fun of my beliefs, man."
My three fingers felt good up in there, nice and warm and his ass muscles kept clamping down on them...just the way they would do to my dick. I began to harden thinking about it. I loved Yancy, but this guy's ass sure turned me on.
Just then there was a knock at the door. I had an idea.
"That'll be Yancy. Let's surprise him and go to the door together. You bend over with your newly shaved butt facing the door, and spread your cheeks and look back between your legs. That way he'll see you looking at him and your butt looking at him too."
We went up front. "Just a minute" I called out as we got in place. He was posed and I was ready. I opened the door wide.
"Who are you?" a voice asked.
I looked around the door and it was Reynolds.
"Oh shit!" Patrick said and dashed back to the bedroom.
"Come on in, Reynolds. Sorry about that. We were expecting someone else."
He looked relieved. "Thanks for the explanation. I couldn't imagine what was going on."
"You here to get the key?"
"Yes, and I stopped by the manager's office before coming here and signed the papers. I wanted to see what your place looked like."
"Well like I said, I'll leave my furniture here until I know where I'll actually live and whether it's furnished."
"May I look around?"
As we walked through, I opened the bedroom door and Patrick was standing there, still naked.
"We both ought to put some clothes on" I told him.
Then turning to Reynolds I said "You want to see a great shaved hole? Bend over Patrick and show him what a good job I did on your butt."
"Well damn, Eric, I'm not on display or something. Besides, that was the last time I'll ever go to the door naked. That was awful."
"Just bend over."
He did and I pointed into his crack. "See how good I got the hairs? Not a single one showing. Put your fingers there and see."
I winked at Reynolds. Patrick was facing away but was nicely bent and exposed.
Reynolds touched his crack and slid a finger down to the hole. He tapped at the entrance and Patrick went stiff.
"Don't clench your cheeks" I told him.
"Yes it's very smooth, although I think there may still be a hair here." He touched a spot and rubbed.
"I don't think so" I said, grinning at him.
"I'm sure there is. Is your razor still handy? I can take care of it for you."
"I don't like people messing with my butt" Patrick complained.
"I'll get the razor now."
I returned with it, and Reynolds moved it across the imaginary spot. Then he said "As long as we're doing this, don't you want to get some of the fuzz off his cheeks?"
"Hey people, stop talking about me like I ain't here!"
I patted his butt soothingly. "A butt like this is too valuable to play with, Reynolds. Let's just put a little aftershave on that spot, and then we can see where to go from there."
We were interrupted by the sound of someone knocking on the front door.
"It isn't locked" I called out, then thought I ought to check just to be sure it was someone I wanted inside. I certainly didn't want Gordon and Isaac back here again. It turned out it was Yancy.
He grinned happily, looking me up and down. "So you're naked. I suppose that means Patrick is to."
"Come on back in the bedroom. Reynolds is here looking at the place and picking up a key."
In the bedroom I saw Reynolds had gotten my aftershave and was preparing to put it on Patrick's hole.
"Wait. Before that, let Patrick show Yancy how I shaved his hole. Bend back over, Patrick."
He grumbled, but went ahead. Yancy grinned and said "Spread your legs, Patrick, and then look back this way thorough them."
"That's what we were going to do when you came, but it turned out to be Reynolds at the door" I explained.
Patrick complied. Yancy got close to his butt, then took the aftershave from Reynolds, doused his fingers liberally, and swiped them down the ridge and hole. Patrick let out a holler and bucked forward. Quick as a flash, Reynolds reached between his legs and grabbed his balls.
"Not so fast, cowboy." Then looking at what he held, he said "You should have seen the size of Eric's balls. He and I did a porno video for Bockstrop last night. Those things of his are enormous."
"Mine do just fine, thank you."
Yancy popped up. "Yeah, and he can put out a whole mouthful of cum. Trust me I've been there."
Reynolds gave his a surprised look. I felt I should explain.
"Starting a couple of years ago when Patrick decided he would go to hell if he jacked off, Yancy has blown him when he needed relief."
Reynolds eyed Yancy with suspicion. "And what do you get in return?"
Yancy's eyes gleamed and he gave him a crafty look. "I get lots of goodies. He has to do what I say if he wants me to help him out in the cum department."
"That so, Patrick?"
"Yes, and by the way you can let go of my balls now, Reynolds."
"Ok but I was just checking them." He wiped his hand on Patrick's back as if clearing them of something that had been on his balls. Then he held them up to his nose and sniffed.
I gave him a surprised look. "Is that something Bockstrop taught you?"
"In a way. He says you can learn a lot about a guy from the way his balls smell."
"And how do Patrick's smell?"
"Those little nuts of his must churn all the time making cum. They smell like a jogger's after a five mile run."
"And you know this how?"
"Bockstrop has lots of people under his thumb, and he uses them in various experiments. Yes, one of my grosser jobs was to take the jogger and use my nose and later my tongue all over his body. He was held down on an examining table by two of Bockstrop's men while Bockstrop himself filmed it all and took some samples."
I wanted to ask more but Reynolds said he had to go. I told him I'd be in touch once I got over the Riverton and found a place to live. I would be taking a lot of my clothes, even if I had to leave them in my car for awhile.
When he had gone, Patrick said "What did he mean about my balls?"
I shrugged since I didn't want to get into an analysis of that. Yancy couldn't leave it alone though.
"He meant you had hard working balls like a five mile jogger."
"So?"
"Your balls have to work that hard just to keep up with the amount of cum a guy like Eric can churn out." He giggled.
Patrick pointed at me. "Well if I had something that long, I could do it too. Look at the length of that damn thing."
Yancy gigged again, clearly happy to be getting under Patrick`s skin. "But it's not your dick that makes cum, it just shoots the stuff out. It's your balls that do that. Didn't you know that?"
"Cut it out, guys. Patrick and I need to shower. Think you can fix us something to eat from my fridge while we get dressed?"
He did a good job on the remaining things in the fridge. When we had all eaten and dressed, I began to gather up clothes from the closet. I could lay them flat on the back seat, and just put a couple of days of shirts and underwear in the suitcase.
It was about noon when I finished. I called Paul to make sure there would be no backlash from Marcus and those pictures, and he assured me all the pics had been turned back to him and were safe.
Then I turned back to Yancy and Patrick. "Well, shall we have some bedroom fun before we have to leave?" We still had our clothes on. I was feeling horned.
"Who gets to do what?" Yancy asked me.
"Who would you like to do, and how?" I replied.
"Don't I get to pick too?" Patrick asked.
"There's enough to go round" I told him. I figured we ought to make this good, since the three of us wouldn't be together again for a little while.
"How about if Yancy blows Patrick while I fuck Yancy?"
"I can't take that thing of yours up in me, Eric. You know that."
"And yet you want us to live together?"
"How about if you fuck Patrick and I'll blown him?" Yancy asked.
Patrick whined, "Sounds good, all but the part about Eric fucking me. Come on, Yancy, let him mess up your butt for once. Why is it always my butt people want?"
"Get used to it," I told him, "because we'll be sleeping together in your bed when we get over there."
We had condoms and lube, and I got a cucumber from the fridge. Both of them looked at me when I brought it in.
"This goes to the one who cums last. Right up the butt. Good practice for either of you."
"Or for you" Yancy added. "Remember when I want to, I can make Patrick last forever."
"Not with my pile driver pounding his ass."
"What about somebody getting me off?" Yancy asked.
"Patrick can keep his hands occupied by reaching around you and taking that thing of yours for a joystick ride."
We started getting out of our clothes. When we were ready, I told Patrick to get me hard...using his lips. He resisted, but finally gave in. He was hard before he even started sucking me. When I was hard I pulled out, rolled on the rubber, and got it and his butt greased up. I had him on his back with Yancy sitting high on his chest facing down to the dick he would be sucking. I saw Patrick's hands reach around searching for Yancy's pecker.
"You're getting warm, Patrick" I told him. Yancy giggled.
Patrick let out a moan as I slowly entered his hole. He balked at the entrance, then finally relaxed and I shoved it in. It felt great. As I started a thrust, he moaned again. Yancy was sucking away for dear life as Patrick's eager fingers got him hard.
It seemed so great to me, all three of us together and all doing something for ourselves as well as each other. Ok, maybe in some cases it was doing something TO each other. But anyway it was us and we were together.
I got so carried away thrusting up into Patrick I forgot to wait and make him cum last. He came first, due either to Yancy's impressive sucking or my fucking, but anyhow he was happy and safe from the dildo punishment. I was still humping him while he jerked Yancy, and Yancy came next. That meant it would be me and the dildo. You could tell they both liked that.
I hadn't cum but they made me pull out. I pulled off the rubber and got on my back, lifting my legs. They lovingly lubed up the cucumber, grinning and looking down at me the whole time. Yancy lined it up with my hole and lubed me with his fingers, and Patrick made the insertion. It wasn't fun. Well not at first anyway. He rammed it in, getting revenge I suppose for the way I had been yanking his chain about anal sex. When I hollered, Yancy grabbed his hand and made him go slow. In just a few thrusts my dick was rock hard again.
Patrick was enjoying this. `That damn thing of yours is indecent. You ought not be allowed around normal people."
"You're just jealous," I told him.
"Damn if that's so," he said.
"Then why is your dick as hard as his?" Yancy asked.
Patrick made a grab for his balls, and Yancy jumped away. They tussled for a little, but Patrick's erection was a handicap in the struggle, and he eventually stopped.
"What about me? I'm lying here with a dildo up my butt."
That got them back in business, and in just a little bit, with the help of Yancy's greased fingers on my steel hard pole, I was firing off like a rocket on the fourth of July.
And that was how we spent our last time together before going to Riverton. We knew I'd get a place and Yancy would join me, but we three said our goodbyes in the bedroom before dressing and going to my car. Yancy saw how full the back seat was, and although Patrick invited him to ride in his lap, Yancy grinned knowingly and said he preferred to walk. We told him we'd see him soon.
Over the next few weeks my life changed drastically. It took only ten days to find and occupy my new quarters, a one bedroom place not far from work. It was in an apartment complex inhabited mostly by students at the local junior college. In fact, by fall I had registered for a night course there to test my feet in the water.
Those first ten days with Patrick were an experience. His folks didn't seem to mind having me share his room, and I always took my meals away so I was no burden to them. But he and I would lie in bed each night, next to each other, never touching. At least that was the way it was supposed to be. But before long I realized I could turn Patrick on under the disguise of a bet. If I won then he'd blow me, and if he won I'd blow him. I would bet him if I light lightly touched his body in different places, he would get hard as a rock although I wouldn't touch his dick or his butt.
"I'm not gay and I would never get hard from just being touched by a guy." He was positive about that.
Naturally it didn't work. My body next to his always set him off. I made sure my face was near his and my breath was reaching his chest. I'd take a finger and touch a nipple. He'd say he felt nothing. Then I would touch his belly button. He'd shake his head that it didn't affect him. I'd inch my body toward his, still touching him until finally we were totally close. I could feel the warmth coming off him. Then I'd say "Patrick, you're getting hard." He'd deny it and I would say "Yes, you can feel it building up in you. You want so much to be hard, and you hope if I see that I'll give you the release you want." Slowly I'd brainwash him until he was hard as a rock. Then I'd say "Ok, Patrick. You lost. You have to pay up." He'd say he didn't suck dicks, and then I'd ask why he made the bet in the first place. Finally I'd pull him onto me and tell him to get his head down there and get to work.
Man, those were sweet moments. The best part is that he never learned, and I could get him into the same bet in just a night or two. And wonder of wonders, he got better at blowing me each time.
Yancy joined me as soon as I got my apartment. While his mother may have hated for him to go, he said his aunt and uncle were delighted to get him out of the way. Once he was moved in, Patrick came to see us often. And it was for more than just Yancy's `servicing.' In fact Yancy and I worked up a nice routine for that chore. While Yancy would be blowing him, I'd be fucking his butt for all it was worth. Patrick was a good ride, and as long as Yancy didn't mind me doing that, I didn't mind him blowing Patrick. It became a kind of game with us to see if I could blast my load up his butt before he exploded into Yancy's mouth.
Fall came early, and the three of us would go to the local high school football games on Friday nights. It was fun. In fact it was at one of them that I saw Turkey Johnson again. I remembered to call him Woody. We talked during the half, and I learned the stag club had evicted Marcus Garner. He had kept his word and destroyed the pictures he had of me, but the members felt he broke the code of the club by trying to blackmail me.
It turned out his wife had found other pictures. Woody didn't know exactly what kind, but she had kicked him out and was getting a divorce. The funniest thing about that was where Marcus went to stay: Mr. Penser invited him to stay there with him until he could get back on his feet again.
I had to ask Turkey...I mean Woody, something.
"You ever see Kevin again?"
"I wondered if you'd ask about that." His teeth gleamed in the crisp autumn night. Behind him the band was playing and marching all over the field. "Yes. I knew Kevin wouldn't be able to stay away from me. He got addicted to mine, and when I reopened the case when you were in trouble, he got the habit again. Whenever I go through there, he and I get together for a session." He smiled and blew cigar smoke into the night air. "Want me to bring him here some time? Want a good blow job? He's willing to blow anybody I tell him to, in order to win my special favors."
I wasn't even tempted, although it would have been fun to watch Woody humiliate Kevin. "Honestly, Woody, I've got Yancy, and he and I are tight. We're really a couple." I didn't try to explain Patrick, that would have been too complicated.
Then before long it was December and Christmas was coming. I needed to call Reynolds to get some info about the apartment for tax purposes before the year ended. When I did reach him, I got the surprise of my life.
"Bockstrop married Vicky" he said.
This was incredible. "He married your ex-wife? No stuff?"
"No stuff. Took her to the Cayman Islands for their honeymoon. But here's the best part. When they came back, she looked like she'd seen a zombie. Her hair started turning gray, and she acted like whatever went on down there had taken the life out of her. It couldn't have happened to a more deserving person."
It looked like Reynolds got the revenge he would have wanted.
Patrick joined us for Christmas. I baked a ham which for me was easier than fooling with a turkey. We had a couple of threesomes before he went back to Cottonwood. He was planning to get a car now that he was working full time.
We had so much fun that day. As I looked to the year ahead, I hoped Yancy and I would always be together and that the three of us would always be as close as we were now.
(The End)
Thanks to all who have written during the course of the story. I appreciate that. And a special thanks to Jax and Bruce. - Bart Hanks