If Not Now...

"if not now...

by

Ritch Christopher

(Copyrighted September 2001 by the author)

All rights reserved. Copyright held by the author. This is a work of gay fiction. It contains graphic sex and explicit language. If you are offended by such, underage, or live in a city or territory where literature of this nature is illegal or unlawful, please exit now.

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CHAPTER FOUR

The next morning, when Ryder and Bret awoke, their passion was renewed after a four hour session of proving how much they loved each other. Ryder lay flat on his back looking at the ceiling while Bret went to the bathroom for his morning pee. The wonderful night Ryder had spent with his lover/best friend/brother left him more perplexed with the decision he must make which would affect the rest of his life. Each moment he spent with Bret strengthened his feelings. He realized now that his love for Marge was founded on guilt. His instinct told him to chuck everything and take the first bus to Atlanta with Bret and start a new life. This was the first time he'd actually felt the urge to leave. Bret returned to the bedroom wearing only his Fruit of the Loom briefs.

"Good morning, babe," Bret said, leaning over to kiss Ryder.

"No fair...you brushed your teeth. I'll only kiss you with my lips closed." Ryder said, pulling back.

"I don't care how you hold your lips as long as you kiss me." Bret said placing his lips on Ryder's. "Shit, I don't care if your breath stinks, give me some tongue."

"OK, but if you fall over dead, don't say I didn't warn you."

"I can't think of a better way to die." Bret replied as he forced his tongue inside his lover's mouth. "Jesus, you taste like those scallions Mae served last night."

"Among other awful flavors, I'm sure."

"Hmmm. I love onions for breakfast...let's see what else I can taste." he said smacking his tongue against his lips."...cucumbers...corn..."

"You want me to fart so you can smell the turnip greens and cabbage?" Ryder joked.

"Only if you let me bury my nose in your ass so I can get the full aroma."

"You're terrible!" Ryder said,"Now move so I can go pee, too. I'm about to pop." Ryder said, running to the door.

"Wanna pee on me?" Bret asked coyly.

"NO! I don't want to pee on you!! What's got into you this morning?"

"I don't know about you...but I'm in love."

Ryder froze in his tracks and turned slowly to face Bret lying on the bed.

"God, you don't know how it makes me feel to hear you say that." Ryder said in a whisper.

"Good or bad?"

"Wonderful, you idiot. You know that I love you. I guess I always have...but can't you see the predicament we're in...or at least I'm in?"

"We're both in it...but I think that together we can solve it."

"If only there was a way..." Ryder said forlornly

"I could always tell everybody you got ME pregnant, first."

"Shit, I wish I could..."

"Go on and get to the bathroom before you pee on yourself and all over the floor."

"Huh?...oh yeah, I almost forgot." Ryder ran out the door.

"Hurry back and I'll have breakfast ready for you."

While Ryder went to relieve himself, Bret took time to imagine how it would be to wake up with Ryder every morning, in a different locale, of course. How stupid he was, to leave and let things get in such a disastrous state. But under the circumstances, he had had no choice. Ryder was everything in life he wanted. Not only were they lovers, but, being raised together, they filled their mutual void of a family. Nevermore would he be Aaron's son. When his mother, Alma, died, he felt he no longer had a parent who loved and cared for him.

A couple of minutes later, Ryder returned.

"Now where's this breakfast you promised me?"

Pulling down his briefs, Bret said, "Well, if you look closely, I can serve you a nice sausage, a couple of jumbo-size eggs, and if you'll help me, I can supply some nice warm gravy."

"How did you know that's what I want for breakfast every morning?"

"It's my job to know things like that. Do you have something like that that you can serve me?"

"I think I can whip up some gravy faster than you." Ryder joked.

They were delighted to be able to kid each other in this way, considering all the problems that had surrounded them in the past few days.

"I'll lock the door and, for God's sake, be extra quiet. If we make enough noise to wake Mae up, we might have to leave town sooner than expected."

Bret gripped his arm, turning Ryder to face him.

"You said, 'we'." Bret said, quietly.

"I know."

"You mean there's a chance you might go with me after all?"

"Do you think I could give up the person I love most and lie in bed every night wondering who's he's with...or who's taking my place in his life?"

"Ryder, whether you go or not, no one will ever take your place in my life...No one could."

"Well, are we gonna eat breakfast before it gets cold or not?" Ryder asked.

"Come here, Aunt Jemima, and let's see about stirrin' up some pancake batter." Bret said, holding up the covers and inviting Ryder to join him.

Ryder jumped into the bed but it was not Bret's lips he aimed for, he went straight toward his erection, swallowing the entire shaft until it lodged against his tonsils. Bret leaned his head back on the pillow and moaned. Ryder continued his attack with long slow strokes so that the tip of Bret's cock pulled out each time to barely touch Ryder's lips and then Ryder would dive on it again, thrusting it as far as it would go.

On the third lunge, Ryder stopped to say, "Yummy, your sausage is wonderful, did you cure it yourself in the smoke shed?"

"No, baby, I sugar cured it just for you."

"No wonder it's so sweet." Ryder moved down to engulf Bret's scrotum. "Care if I warm your eggs up?"

"No, but remember it takes three to five minutes to make sure they're good and hard."

"I can do that." Ryder said as he rolled his tongue from one ball to the other.

"Boy, you sure can...Don't stop!...Make sure they're hard-boiled." Bret said as he began to jerk his own cock, while his lover worked on his balls.

After a few minutes, Bret sang out quietly,.."Oh...R-y-d-e-r,...I think the gravy's ready."

Ryder moved his head back to Bret's rumbling penis and let it erupt with full force. Ryder imagined that the gravy was salted and peppered as he drank the hot liquid. He, humorously, smacked his lips.

When he had sapped the last drop. Ryder looked up at Bret and said, "Damn, you're a good cook. You must give me your recipe sometime."

"Ah, no, it's an old recipe...been in my family for years and years, I promised never to reveal the contents to any one. Being I can't tell you how to make it, maybe I can show you."

"Well, please do, Betty Crocker." Ryder said, smiling.

"First, I want you to slide up here and straddle my neck and shoulders."

Ryder obeyed. "You mean, like this?"

"That's right, you're doin' just fine."

"Now, I need you to insert some object...something long and hard...into my mouth as far as it'll go...Do you think you can find something?"

"I know just the thing!" Ryder said as he put his penis to Bret's lips.

"You remember how we used to churn butter in the kitchen with Momma?"

"Uh huh."

"Well, as soon as you put that certain object in my mouth, I want you to churn up and down with big strokes. You think you can do that?"

"I don't know, it sounds kinda difficult, but I'll do the best I can."

Ryder placed his erect "object" in Bret's mouth and he used his legs to ride Bret's shoulders like a pony...up and down...up and down...He enjoyed the maneuver because this was fun sex, not the serious kind. Lumpkin, Marge, the impending pregnancy, Aaron, Nate, and all the rest of the world disappeared for the next few moments. Life was wonderful and there had to be a way for this feeling to last forever. Ryder delayed his climax, showing Bret the power of his stamina. No guy would ever do this to Bret the way he did and he wanted to make sure of it. He also knew that the longer it took for him to cum, the more "buttermilk" he would produce. Ryder wasn't trying to prove anything to Bret other than that he wanted Bret to know that he was the best. Ryder laughed when he ejaculated because he thought he might spurt too much and choke Bret trying to swallow all of it. He would become an instant widow and no one would ever know of his grief.

After he was "milked", Ryder scooted down to face Ryder, leaving about an inch separating their lips. "How was that, Mrs. Crocker? How did I do?"

"You just graduated to chief cook." Bret replied.

"But NOT chief bottle washer!" Ryder interjected. "I don't do dishes and I don't do windows."

"You can keep your job as a mechanic. I hear you're a wizard at oiling parts and giving lube jobs." Bret answered.

"Yeah, and I'm a whiz at cleaning your dipstick."

"I think I know that already." Bret said, "I didn't say anything last night but you were wonderful when you fucked me last night."

"I couldn't let you show me up."

"I'd never do that. I love making love to you and you're the only person I ever want inside me. now and ever."

"Same here". Ryder said, just before he kissed Bret, long and deeply. They could feel their naked cocks touching and getting excited again.

"Wanna go for another round?" Ryder asked.

"We've got a lifetime ahead of us. We ought to stop and go down stairs to see if Mae's up. She's probably been up an hour and got a pan of biscuits in the oven."

"Think we ought to make the gravy for her?"

"NO WAY!" Bret said. "No one tastes your gravy but me."

"God, wouldn't she die if she knew what was going on in here under her roof?"

"Something's got to kill her, sometime. Think we oughta tell her?"

"Bret, you're terrible. You know she can't die until Lumpkin finds something to replace her...you know, like a telephone with its own TV screen."

They both laughed. Then Bret's face became serious.

"Ryder, if I leave today, will you go with me?"

"While you were in the bathroom, I was wonderin' how I could go over to your house and pack my clothes without Aaron finding out until we were gone."

"We don't have to take a bus. Your truck'll make it to Atlanta, won't it?"

"Sure...and it'd be a lot cheaper, too."

"Do you think we could trust Mae to help us if she knew you were comin' with me?" Bret asked, seriously.

"I don't know. If she knew about Marge and the baby comin', she sure wouldn't."

"She don't have to know that! If she could find some way to occupy Daddy while you went home and packed...Of course I don't know what she could say to him; she's so mad at him right now for the way he behaved at Momma's funeral."

"Heck, Bret, Mae can talk to anybody about anything whether she's mad at 'em or not."

"I suppose...

"...but, why does it have to be today? Couldn't we leave tomorrow or the next day? That way I could get my pay check at work and that'd give us something to live on for a few days until I could find a new job."

"I've got some money saved already...almost four hundred dollars."

"Good Lord, we could rent the Moy plantation for a year with that much."

"Yeah, but the Moy plantation's not in Atlanta...Maybe you're right...You go to work today and get your pay...and then go on to my house tonight and pack your stuff. This is Thursday and you know he always goes to his lodge meeting Thursday nights..."

"You mean the Klan, don't you?"

"You knew what I mean, even though we never discussed it." Bret said. "But you KNOW he'll be gone for about three hours. We can be packed and gone by then!"

"I have a better idea, why don't we leave on Sunday when the whole town is down by the river for the baptisms? You know everyone will be there, including your daddy and Mae. Also, I can get things tied up better before leaving."

Baptisms in the river were always attended by the whole town. Even the Methodists at the only other church in town came to watch and renew their faith. The Baptists believed that the Methodists would never get to heaven by just being "sprinkled". Nope, the only road to heaven was total emersion. The whole body had to get wet or it didn't count in the eyes of God. Chad always stood in the middle of a shallow spot of the river with the water rising just above his waist. The men and boys to be baptized remained fully clothed except they always removed their shoes and walked toward the minister in their stocking feet. The women watched as the men always grabbed their crotches as the water level got as high as their balls. The tighter they grabbed meant the colder the water. The women or girls usually wore white dresses and sometimes a white kerchief on their heads. Once immersed by the minister in the stream of muddy water, the dresses were a nice shade of tan...but that didn't matter. The dresses would wash, just as their sins had been washed in the blood of the Lamb.

"What you gonna do about Marge?" Bret asked.

"I don't know. Maybe I'll tell her I have to go away for a while and, when the baby's almost due, I'll send her the money to go to a hospital where I'm stayin', but I won't tell her our plans and I won't mention Atlanta until I send for her."

"You're still set on havin' that kid, ain't ya?"

"I have to, Bret, it's mine. And I know how it is to grow up without real parents. Your momma was good to me and I really had no trouble from Aaron, but I want my son or daughter to know his real daddy. Who knows? Maybe when I don't marry Marge she'll put the baby up for adoption or give it away and then I can take it and we can raise it like it was yours and mine."

"I never thought of that. Shoot! You and I COULD have a baby...YOUR baby. That would be like a dream come true. Do you think Marge would ever go for such an idea?"

"Hell, Bret, you know her better than I. She hates Lumpkin and she sure doesn't want to get tied down here like her momma. The only thing...she must NEVER find out about you and me. She'd be so mad and jealous she'd probably drown the baby in the creek before she let me have it. We're just gonna have to keep our plans under wraps for a while...The first thing is for you and me to get the fuck out of Lumpkin and we'll just see how the rest of everything plays out."

"Damn, Ryder, hearing you talk like that...you've grown up so much while I was gone. You don't sound like a kid anymore. You sound like a fully grown-up adult."

"It's time we wuz both bein' men. We gotta learn to be on our own. You made the first step when you left...but I haven't done that yet. And to be honest, it kinda scares me." Ryder said,

"Don't worry, buddy, I'll be at your side from now on...Now let's go eat some of Mae's biscuits." They gave each other a quick kiss and went out the door following the aroma of fresh coffee on the stove. Mae was bending over the oven, as expected, removing a large flat black pan of buttermilk biscuits. On the front eye of the stove were huge slabs of salt-cured country ham sizzling, She removed the meat, leaving the grease, into which she poured about a cup of hot coffee and began stirring it with a large wooden spoon.

"Hiya, Mae," Bret said.

"Mornin' boys." Mae replied without looking at them. She was concentrating on her cooking.

"Mornin' Mae." Ryder echoed. "Is that red-eye gravy you're makin'?"

"Right as rain." she replied. "How do you boys want your eggs?"

"Over easy's fine."

"Yeah, over easy's fine with me, too."

"Comin' right up," she said. "Did you boys sleep all right?"

"Perfect, Mae."

"I noticed your truck, Ryder, when I came home from the bee, and then I saw Bret's door shut, so I just figured you'd decided to spend the night with him."

"Yes, ma'am, I hope you don't mind."

"Shoot, no! The more the merrier. I guess it seemed like old times for you two to share a bed together. I know you both must've missed each other a whole lot."

"Yes, ma'am...just like two brothers." Bret said.

"I always thought it was so great the way you two took to each other when your folks were killed, Ryder. It was awful nice for Alma to take you in the way she did and make you part of the family...and you've been brothers ever since."

"Yes, ma'am" said Ryder. That seemed to be the best way to answer her. Don't say anything you didn't have to around Mae...use as few words as possible or they might just come back to haunt you.

"You goin' to work, Ryder?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"How about you, Bret? You have anything planned today? The only reason I asked is...if you want to use my car, you're welcome to it."

"Thank you, ma'am." answered Bret, "I appreciate it."

"I don't 'spect you'll be goin' over to your house to see your daddy."

"No, ma'am."

"Cain't say that I blame you. After the way he behaved at Alma's funeral. I haven't made up my mind just what I'm gonna say to him. Pardon my sayin' it, Bret, but he oughta be horse whipped. You didn't think I knew about the way he treated poor Alma, but I did. I don't know how either of you put up with him as long as you did. It was your daddy that put your momma into an early grave. There's no doubt about it."

After Mae's remark, Bret and Ryder both knew better than to respond, because if either of them agreed with her, she'd swear up and down that it was one of them that said it first. The boys eyed each other but didn't say a word.

"Now then, I suppose you want some nice grits to go with that gravy."

"No, please don't go to any trouble. Mae."

"Tain't no trouble, I've already got a pot full of 'em made."

"In that case, I'd love some," Bret said.

"Me, too." said Ryder, hoping he could hurry and eat. He just wanted to get the hell away from her. The morning had started out so wonderful between him and Bret and just five minutes with Mae had almost ruined the rest of the day.

The two boys filled up on their "second" breakfast and Ryder left, telling Bret he would see him later, after work.

Randy and Jerry had been as puzzled as everyone as to why Aaron had yelled at Bret talking to Nate. They hadn't seen or heard it, but they knew of it because it was the talk of all Lumpkin.

"You know old man Teasdale's head of the Klan, don't you?" Jerry asked.

"Sure, I guess, everyone knows it secretly, but why did he put up such a fuss like that for everyone to see?"

"Maybe, Nate stole something from Aaron's farm while he was working there."

"Naw, if Aaron had caught him stealin', he'd've shot him on sight. There ain't no jury ever gonna convict Aaron for killin' a colored boy for stealin'. It had to be somethin' more than that." Randy said.

"Why don't we see if we can find Nate and learn what it was all about?"

"That's just what I was thinkin'. Wonder if he's hidin'?"

"Probably. I WOULD be."

"Let's go."

The two boys got into Randy's Kaiser and drove off to the shanty side of town in search of Nate.

Meanwhile, Lois Larrimore was finishing washing the breakfast dishes. Chad sat at the kitchen table reading the Journal. The country rag was full of gossip and tidbits such as "Mr. and Mrs. Lowell Lampley welcomed their son, Howie, home from the army. They gave an afternoon party where Christine, the daughter, poured the punch." and "Harvey Chaney and Louis Weaver went fishing last Saturday in Tyler's Creek and caught seven large-mouth bass, fourteen brim, and a mess of catfish." "Beulah Withers is home from Columbus General Hospital where she had a pin put in her right hip. Beulah fell in her kitchen replacing a light bulb in the ceiling." Everyone knew everything about everybody, thanks to the Journal.

Marge had stretched the phone cord on the living room phone into her bedroom. She called Rhonda and was talking quietly, just above a whisper. She hoped that Mrs, Pickleseimer was not listening in on the party line that the Larrimores and Pickleseimers shared. Anything that Laura Pickleseimer heard went straight to Mae Bradley, which of course, meant it went all over of Stewart County.

"Have you thought anymore about leavin' with me?" Rhonda asked.

"I want to, Rhonda...I just cain't, not right now...Rhonda, I've got a secret to tell you and I want you to swear you'll never tell anyone as long as you live...or I'll never forgive you."

"Good gracious! What is it?"

"No...you gotta promise first."

"OK...I promise...Now tell me!"

"Rhonda, I missed my period...I'm about two weeks late."

"Oh, my Lord. You don't mean...?"

"Yes, I DO mean it!"

"Does Bret know he's gonna be a father?"

"It ain't Bret's, Rhonda, it's...it's...Ryder's." Marge said, starting to cry.

"But, honey, I thought you were just dating Ryder until Bret returned home. I had no idea you were sleepin' with Ryder."

"Just once." Marge said, "We went too far while we were makin' out in the barn."

"Well, do you love him?"

"Who, Bret?"

"No, Ryder! Are you gonna marry him?"

"I told him and he said he'd marry me...but Rhonda...I don't love him. I don't want to marry him and be unhappy the rest of my life when my heart belongs to Bret."

"Well, do you think Bret will marry you?" Rhonda asked.

"Would you, if you were he? I mean why would he want to marry me and be the father of a baby that really belonged to his best friend?"

"Oh, my Lord, if Bret finds out what Ryder did to you, he'll beat hell out of him and never speak to him again."

"I know and I can't let that happen. They're like brothers. It's all my fault, I should've never gone all the way with Ryder."

"Why don't you just run away with me and have your baby and don't let anyone know where you are."

"I've thought of that but you don't even know where you want to go."

"I'll settle it. I've got some kin folk in Chattanooga. Their kids are all grown and left home. I know they have a spare bedroom."

"Would they let me come and stay if they knew I was pregnant?"

"Sure, they'd love to have a new baby around the house...I'll tell you what...I'll call 'em long distance and see what they say...and then if they say 'OK', I'll call you back and we can make plans."

"On the surface it sounds like a good idea...but I don't know. Rhonda, I'm beside myself with worry."

"Honey, just let me be your big sister and I'll take care of everything."

"Oh, Rhonda, you're so wonderful."

"Now, hush up that cryin' before anyone hears you, and I'll call you as soon as I can...OK?"

"OK."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Marge carefully put the phone receiver back in its cradle and grabbed the cord to put everything in its proper place in the living room. As she exited her bedroom she ran into Jem, still listening at her door.

"Jem, you been listenin' to me?"

"No."

"Then why are you standin' out here like this?"

"I was just headed for my room to get my bathin' suit."

"Did Momma say you could go swimmin'?"

"Yeah," Jem lied.

"I don't believe it. I'll just go ask her." Marge said.

"You do and I'll tell Momma you're skippin' school." he said smugly.

"Skippin' school? Where did you get that idea?"

"I heard you tellin' someone over the phone that you missed a period." he snapped back at his sister. Marge's heart sank to the pit of her stomach. How much she had said to Rhonda and how much had Jem heard, she wondered?

"Jem Larrimore! You didn't hear no such a thing. Even if I did, it's none of your business."

"Is too, you must've missed a test from the way you were cryin' on the phone."

"Jem, I have not missed a class at school and certainly not a test. Now you just watch what you say. I can still tell Daddy about what I saw you doin' in your bed the other night."

"All right! All right!" Jem exclaimed. "You don't say anything to Daddy and I won't say anything to Momma...Do we have a deal."

"Yes, I suppose...now go on into your room and do whatever it is you do when you close your door."

Jem stuck his tongue out at her and ran into his room. Marge heaved a big sigh of relief. If only her parents didn't find out about the baby before Rhonda called her for them to finalize their plans.

Randy and Jerry drove around for hours throughout shanty town and other various parts of the county looking for Nate. They finally turned onto the dirt road that ran along the riverside, looking for cane poles. They had decided Nate must have gone fishing for his family's lunch or supper. There was a small log wooden deck built out into the water. There, sitting in a pair of old overalls with his bare feet dangling in the water sat Nate. He was holding a large bamboo fishing pole with a can of freshly dug grubworms beside him. This part of their mission was accomplished. They had found Nate. Now all they had to do was make him talk, because he was definitely a part of the mystery they were trying to solve for themselves and the whole town, if necessary. They drove the Kaiser as close to the deck as they could and got out slamming the doors.

"Hey there, Nate!" Randy called. Nate turned to see who was invading his quiet place and then turned back around and faced the river.

"Catchin' anything?" Jerry asked.

"Whatchu boys want?" Nate asked angrily,

"We don't want nothin', Nate. We just came by to see if the fish were bitin'", Randy said in an overly sweet voice. "Isn't that right, Jerry."

"Sure." Jerry said, mocking Randy's tone, "We just wanted to stop and see if you were havin' any luck."

"Are you boys here to try to steal my fish away from me? 'Cause if you is, they's plenty mo' in the river...but you'll have to ketch your own...you cain't have mine." Nate said, determined.

"Now that ain't the way to be a good Christian, is it, Jerry?" Randy taunted.

"No, the Bible says 'share and share alike!" Jerry touted,

"Yeah, and Jesus sed 'I will make you fishers of men' and if you believe in the Bible, you'll get your own fishin' poles and ketch some for yourselves."

"Now, don't get your bowels in an uproar, Nate, Jerry and I ain't here to steal your fish. Are we, Jerry? As a matter of fact, neither one of us even likes fish."

"Then whatchu want, then?"

"We were wonderin' if you'd tell us why old man Teasdale was so mad and hollered at you and Bret the other day."

"I don't know. He's just the way he is...a mean man." Nate said.

"Well you musta done somethin' to make him mad...Did you steal anything from him."

"Nawsir, I don't steal! I never have and I never will! God sees you when you steal!" Nate said in his defense.

"Well, if it wasn't stealin'. then what was it?...Come on, Nate...you can tell us...We're not gonna tell." Randy said.

"It must've been real bad for him to call you a nigger in front of the whole town...Nobody does that...unles he's got a reason...Did he have a reason, Nate...Hmmm?"

"It's a secret...that's what it is...a secret." Nate stammered.

"Oh? Then there WAS a reason...Let's see now...You say it's a secret...Now this secret...is it something that only you and old man Teasdale know about...or is it a secret between Bret and his daddy...or between all three of you...or maybe a secret just between Bret and you?...Now which is it?" Randy snapped at the end of his questioning hoping that Nate would scream back the answer.

"I ain't tellin' you and nothin' you do to me will make me!" Nate yelled, getting angrier.

"OK..OK..I won't press you." Randy replied in a softer voice.

Randy looked at Jerry and Jerry winked back at him. Jerry was going to change the subject and try a new and different approach to find the answer.

"Nate, can I ask you about somethin' else?" Jerry said.

"What?"

"Is it true what they say about colored dicks?"

"Whatchu mean?"

"I heard that colored dicks are a whole lot longer than white boys'."

"I wouldn't know about that."

"What would it take for you to show me and Randy how big yours is?"

"Nothin', 'cause I ain't gonna show you."

"Why, I'll show you mine and Randy'll show you his...if you let us see yours...Whaddya say?"

"No, I don't know whatchu guys want, but I ain't showin' you mine."

"Randy, whip yours out and let Nate take a gander at it."

"Sure, I ain't ashamed of it," Randy said as he unbuckled his belt, undid the button of his jeans and unzipped the fly. He pulled his jeans down to his mid-thigh and followed it by sliding down his briefs revealing his tan line along his waist and his semi-hard penis.

"Look at it, Nate! Look at it gettin' bigger! Look at all my bushy brown hair above it. Do you have a black patch of hair or is yours all nappy like your head?" Randy said as he began to stroke himself, getting longer and harder with each stroke. "Look at my bright red head on the end of it. Is yours red or light brown?"

Nate looked at Randy's penis out of the corner of his eye, but refused to turn his head and show any interest. "Jerry, pull yours out and show Nate what you got."

Jerry repeated Randy's action with the belt, jeans, and underwear, but his cock was already totally erect from watching Randy. Jerry walked over to stand on the other side of Nate so that the two of them were jerking off on both sides of their prey. Nate looked straight ahead.

"Come on now, Nate. Be a sport. You seen what we got...it's only fair that you show us what you got in your overalls." Randy said in a snide way. He noticed Nate's crotch beginning to spring a boner. No guy could sit there with twin jerk-offs going full blast on both sides and not be affected by it whether you liked boys OR girls. It was just human nature.

"Look, Jerry! Look at the front of Nate's overalls! Why, I do believe he's changing his mind. Is that a hard-on I see?"

"Sure looks like it, Randy...Come on, Nate, and give us a look-see."

Nate stood up. He'd resisted the challenge as long as he could.

"OK...if you white boys wanna see what a real dick looks like, I'll show you...but don't go to feelin' bad when you find out how little yours is compared to mine."

Nate unhooked the strap of his overalls and let the entire garment fall to his feet. That was when Randy and Jerry got to see the whole black twelve inch monster. They both stood there gaping at the wonder.

"Shit! Nate! Is that thing for real?"Randy was the first to say something.

"When I start workin' it, it gets even bigger." Nate bragged. "Do either one of you boys wanna touch it to see if it's real or not?"

"Maybe...a little." Jerry said, timidly.

"Come on, it ain't a snake. It won't bitechu."

"It just looks like a snake," Randy said in awe as he slowly wrapped his fingers around Nate's black stick. "Good Lord, it's hard as a hickory limb! Jerry, grab hold of that thing and feel it!"

There was enough room for both white boys to place a hand on Nate's shaft.

"Now, you boys wanna compare yours with mine?" Nate said rearing his head back with pride.

"Shit! Are all colored dicks as big as yours?" Jerry asked with interest.

"They're all as big, but lots of 'em is bigger. My big brother's got three or fo' inches on me." Nate replied.

"Jesus! How does he fuck a girl with a thing that big?" Jerry continued with his inquiry.

"He don't much. He just lets most girls suck on it...and some boys, too."

"Have you ever fucked a girl with yours, Nate?" Randy asked.

"Nope, not yet. I like blowjobs, too." Nate replied.

"From girls or boys?" Randy questioned.

"Now you want to know about my private life."

"Come on, tell us. Hell, we're touchin' your dick. How much more private can you get?"

"If I told you, you'd most likely call me somethin' eles besides 'nigger'."

"You mean like...'queer'?"

"See! I told you you'd call me somethin' else."

"I wasn't callin' you that, I was just askin'." Randy said.

"Tell me somethin' else, Nate. Are we the first white boys to ever touch you like this?"

"Maybe...and maybe not."

"Are you implyin' some other white boy in Lumpkin has touched you?"

"Maybe..."

"Somebody we know?" Randy asked.

"I ain't tellin'." Nate said emphatically.

"It wasn't Bret, was it?"

"I said I ain't tellin' and I mean it."

"Good God!...It WAS Bret...wasn't it?" Randy said, seeing the light. "Jesus! No wonder old man Teasdale didn't want you talkin' to his son. Good Godamighty!...Jerry. do you believe what you just heard?"

"Now, boys,...I didn't say that...Please don't go spreadin' it around. 'cause if you do, you're gonna stir up a heap of trouble. I didn't tell you nothin'!!!" Nate said, loudly.

"You didn't have to," Randy said. "I felt your dick get harder and jump the minute I mentioned Bret's name...Thank you, Nate. You gave me a present I was lookin' for."

"Well, if you're so sure...Please! Please! Please! Don't let Bret know you heard it from me."

"I'll tell you what, Nate. I'll make a deal with you...I promise NOT to say anything to Bret if you'll suck me and Jerry off...whaddya say?"

"I don't know. I'll make a deal with you...If I suck you off, then both of you have to do me, too."

Randy looked at Jerry for an answer. "Whaddya think, Jer?"

"I don't know. I don't like the idea of stickin' a colored dick in my mouth...Hell, I don't even like dark meat on a turkey."

"Yeah...but if we do, we got somethin' no one else knows about...besides, are you a little bit curious to see if you can take his whole thing down your throat. I dare you. I'll even lay you a bet, that I can take the whole thing and you can't...say, about five dollars?"

"I know damned well I could do it," Jerry replied, "It's just the thought of it that makes me sick."

"Close your eyes and you won't know the difference...I plan to." Randy said.

"You mean, you're gonna do it?" Jerry asked.

"Sure...I like a good challenge." Randy replied.

"Well, I ain't gonna be no chicken...if you can do it, I can too." Jerry said, taking Randy's dare.

"All right, Nate, Jerry and I have agreed, now who wants to go first?..Why don't you go down on us first?"

"No deal," Nate said. "Sure as I do you, you'll leave and you won't do me."

"OK, you do one of us, then we'll do you, and then you can do the other one of us."

"All right...Who do I do first, you or Jerry?"

"Why don't you do Jerry? He looks like he's the horniest."

"All right...now are we gonna take the cum, spit it out, swallow it, or do you wanna pull out as soon as you feel it comin'?"

"Jeez, Nate, you know about everything. You must've done this alot...What do you think, Jerry...all the way...or pull out?"

"Damn, Randy, why are you makin' this so hard on me? It's bad enough I gotta stick a colored dick in my mouth...now you want me to take his load too."

"Jerry!", Randy said frustrated, "Nate ain't gonna shoot colored cum. It's white, just like ours. You think his is purple or green or somethin? I bet you think his cum is chocolate flavored. Damn! It's bound to taste the same as mine."

Nate picked up on a cue, "You boys do each other?"

"Maybe...and maybe not." Randy said, laughing. "Of course we do. Don't you ever listen to the town gossip. Everybody in Lumpkin knows Rhonda Flerl caught us."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that...I just didn't know if it was true or not." Nate said,

"Well, are we gonna stand here and talk all day or are we gonna suck?" Randy asked.

"Oh, shit, I'll start," Jerry said in anger. "Come here, Nate, and open your mouth."

Nate walked over to Jerry and got on his knees. He slid Jerry's cock in his mouth so easy, it went down into Nate's throat without a stop in the motion. Nate started doing something in the back of his throat, near his tonsils which applied a tickling pressure on Jerry's tip. Jerry gasped with surprise at the new feeling. "Oh my God, Nate, what the fuck are you doing?" Jerry exclaimed.

"What's he doin'? Bitin' you? You hurt either one of us, Nate, and I swear I'll drown you in this river."

"He's not bitin', Randy. My God, I never had anything feel so good...Just wait until he does it to you....Shit! Nate, where did you learn to do that?"

Nate was pleased by Jerry's delight. He proceeded to show Jerry other tricks he could do with his tongue curling up and hitting strange places. Jerry had to hold on to the railing of the little pier. He was cumming and cumming quickly. For an instant he thought about the deal that he would have to swallow Nate's cum if he came in Nate's mouth first...but what the fuck? He couldn't have pulled out if he had wanted to. Jerry shot the most gigantic load of semen he'd ever conjured in his lower glands. The wonderful feeling made him forget all his cares in the world.

"OH, GOD, TAKE IT, NATE!!! TAKE ALL OF IT!" Jerry screamed.

Randy couldn't believe what he was witnessing. "Good Lord, Jerry, don't tell me you came that soon..."

"Just wait," Jerry said, catching his breath, "You're in for the treat of your life....I'm sorry, Nate, I'm gonna have to wait a few minutes before I can do you...Randy, why don't you get started on him while I get my breath back to normal?"

Randy was more anxious than ever to share in the Jerry's mystical experience. The sooner Nate got off, the sooner he could feel what Jerry had felt. He dropped to his knees and got a good look at the huge 12 inches facing him. Up close, it looked even bigger. In his mind he began to measure it inch by inch. He figured if he tried to take the whole thing, it would go down so far in his throat and it might be touch his heart unless he was careful. He steadied himself and took a deep breath before lunging on the black tool. He probably took in seven inches before he gagged. There was just no room for the rest of Nate's cock to go. He pushed harder but the cock would go any farther. He gagged, choked and coughed, removing Nate's organ until he could go on. Jerry started laughing at Randy's failed attempt. This riled Randy and he quickly took the cock in his mouth for the second try. It reached the same place in his throat and once more he coughed and sputtered. He spit Nate's member out again. Jerry was bent double laughing now. Randy looked at him with fierce anger in his eyes.

"All right, wise ass, you do it!!" Randy yelled at his buddy,

"You just have to know how to relax your throat," Jerry said, as if he were an expert. "Get up and let me show you."

Randy rose up, disgusted, and watched as Jerry replaced him on his knees in front of Nate's club. Jerry sighed, exhaling all the air from his lungs and placed Nate's glans in his mouth. Slowly he moved down the shaft with his lips. He stopped for a moment and continued. Randy's eyes got bigger as he watched the entire foot of meat go down into Randy's esophagus. He couldn't believe Jerry could do it. Jerry gave Nate a signal to start pumping and soon Nate was fucking Jerry as far inside as his dick would reach.

Nate smiled and made Jerry angry when Nate looked at Randy and said, "Now your friend here, he knows how to suck cock good." Randy didn't want Nate to think he was hedging on his agreement so he dropped to his knees to join Jerry in the oral action. He slid his head between Nate's legs and engulfed Nate's scrotum while his friend continued giving Nate head. Nate smiled with glee.

"Um mmmh! Lord a mercy, that feels good. mmmh, mmmh, mmmh." Nate said. "You the first white boy that ever took all of me at one time, and it sho does feel good."

Nate continued fucking Jerry's mouth and without warning him, shot a sizeable amount of semen down his throat. Jerry showed no sign of objection. He just closed his eyes and swallowed until Nate's hose was dry.

Five minutes later, Randy had discovered the joy that Jerry had already experienced. Nate had given Randy the same treatment. He was out of his mind from the pleasure he had just received.

Randy and Jerry left, sexually satisfied, but more thrilled by the secret they had learned from Nate. They could use their knowledge to blackmail Aaron, Bret, or both of them. Their eyes danced with dollar signs. Before they left Nate to resume his fishing, they made a date to meet him next Friday night at their favorite spot by the bridge. Everyone in town already thought of them as outcasts, so adding a little more fun to their "sin" was just icing on their cake. They drove off happily, wondering whether to approach Aaron or Bret first with their blackmail scheme.

(to be concluded in Chapter Five)