Tex Mex Chapter 20
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Chapter Twenty
We had only been in bed a few minutes when my cell phone started playing Ramblin' Man which was my ringtone for Wayne. I rolled my eyes and reluctantly picked it up.
"What's wrong now Randy?"
"I'm in Denver, but Remy isn't home, I've been sitting on his steps for a while now. I guess I'm going to have to get a hotel room. After I find a phone charger, I'm on 20%."
"What the hell? You couldn't go home and get your stuff before you took off?"
"I cain't really explain it, but I ended up at the airport, so here I am."
"Well, take it easy dude, he may just be out partying or something."
"Without his phone?!"
"I don't know. I'll call you back in the morning" I said, "we're already in bed."
"Okay, need to save the battery anyway. Talk to you later."
I turned to Luis and said "Wayne is in Denver; Remy is not home." Luis shrugged and turned over onto his side. I put my phone on silent and laid it face down on the nightstand.
About a half hour after I hung up with Wayne, Luis' phone rang. "Fuck!!" he said loudly. Then "Where are you Remy?" Followed by "Jax, punch the gate code" and he hung up. A few minutes later I pulled on my shorts and let Remy in the house.
"I didn't know how to get to Wayne's so I just came here. I'll surprise him!" Remy said.
"You'll definitely surprise him all right" Luis said, shaking his head.
"What? What's going on?" Remy asked.
"Wayne called me about 45 minutes ago from your doorstep in Denver. He was going to get an uber and find a hotel for the night" I said.
"You've got to be shittin' me" Remy said.
"No, unfortunately we're not. I would tell you to call him, but his dumb ass caught a flight with no luggage and no phone charger" I said.
"I'll text him" Remy said "doesn't drain the battery." He typed Randy a text "Hey bae, I'm @ Jackies hse. Came to c u."
Brief pause, then "Please tell me ur fukkin jokin"
"Not jokin. U comin back or me come there?"
"Catchin nxt flt back. Wait @ Jackies" Remy texted "K – lv U" To my utter shock the reply read "Lv U2, CU sn"
"Well, dude, do you want privacy or togetherness?" Luis asked "Lipe has a king bed, or there's a sleeper in the office over the barn."
"If you don't think Lipe will violate me, I'll bunk with him" he laughed.
"He went out on some kind of date earlier, so I think you're safe" Luis said.
Lipe's light was still one, Luis knocked on the door and yelled "Felipe, can your cousin bunk with you tonight?" We could hear stumbling around as he pulled on clothes and came to the door.
"Remy, I didn't know you were coming" he said.
"Neither did I, cuz. It was kind of a spur of the moment thing" he said.
"Sure, you can bunk with me, c'mon in" he said.
That being settled, we went back to bed again; this time we both shut down the cell phones.
Wayne told the Uber driver to take him back to the airport, the next flight out would be the red eye at 5am and he didn't see any sense in paying $200 for roughly four hours in a bed. He got back to the airport, booked the early flight and then sat down in the waiting area and tried to catch a little bit of sleep. Usually Wayne could sleep anywhere, but in a busy airport with bright lights and noises turned out to be a place that wasn't going to happen. After hours of not really sleeping he went down to go through security and get ready to board for his second flight in 24 hours. The TSA agent asked about a thousand questions having to do with his lack of luggage or even a carry-on bag, why he was traveling back to Texas in less than 12 hours, etc. until he started telling her his whole story. By the time he was done, the large black woman said `you go get that man and don't let him go, baby'.
Finally, on the plane, this time in business class, he reclined and got a quick couple of hours sleep before arriving back in Dallas. Now all he had to do is stay awake the hour plus trip back home. He made it to my place around 7:30. I, of course, had been up since about 5:30 so when he called, I buzzed him in the gate. I heard the truck pull up and he slowly walked across the yard and the front porch to the door. I ushered him in.
"Where's Remy?" he asked.
"In Lipe's room" I said. He took off down the hall and didn't even knock; just busted in. A minute later Lipe came out cursing in Spanish with an occasional "Fuck!" added in. He stood looking at them in his bed for a minute then disappeared into Randy's room. I was wondering if I needed to go close the door, but Wayne was so exhausted he just fell into the bed and passed out. It didn't look like Remy ever even woke up.
Sometime around 9, Lipe and Randy came out of Randy's room and Lipe looked into his room in disgust and pulled the door closed. Remy came out a few minutes later and said Wayne was still out for the time being and apologized to Lipe for taking over his bed. Lipe grunted into his coffee cup.
Wayne came out a little after 1pm, he looked like hell and smelled worse.
"Thanks for your hospitality, Felipe" he said.
Lipe just gave him a bro nod, he hadn't really had much choice. Wayne told Remy to get his stuff and come on, there were things they needed to talk about. Remy gave us a questioning look and grabbed his backpack. As quickly as they showed up, they were gone again.
"Do you think our little boy is growing up?" I sarcastically said to Luis.
"Don't know, he just took two flights for no reason" he chuckled.
"Oh my God!" Lipe said. He started stripping the bed. "Smells like a vulture puked up spoiled musk ox meat in there" he said, heading into the laundry room.
On the way to his house, Wayne told Remy not to expect a lot. Wayne had received a fair inheritance when his dad died, but I talked him into keeping it invested for the most part. He took enough out to build his house; just a modest 2 bed 2 bath with a big front porch. The good thing was he'd built the house on the back of his parents' property next to an old cattle pond that had been there forever. There were a couple of willow trees beside the pond and in the right light it almost looked like a painting. As they walked in Remy said it was really kind of cute. Wayne said "I would kiss you but I stink like a trip gone wrong, I need a shower bad." He walked into the bathroom; Remy followed him. They both stripped off and got in the tub/shower and even thought it was a tight fit, they managed. Remy took the soap and a washrag and washed Wayne from the head to the toes, spending a little extra time about midway. Afterward, Wayne did the same for Remy.
They both came out of the shower with hard-ons from all the attention. Remy laid back on Wayne's queen bed and Wayne laid down between Remy's legs and started nursing on his hard dick, alternating between it and the loose sack of balls below it. Remy put his hands in Wayne's damp hair and pushed him down farther, Wayne felt the dick knocking at his tonsils and swallowed it to the root. He could tell Remy was getting into it, but he didn't want it to end this way. He climbed up and straddled Remy and sat on top of the hard rod pinning it to Remy's body.
"Before we go too far with this, the reason I flew back up like I did was to talk to you" Wayne said, struggling to find the right words. "I've been thinking...a hell of a lot of thinking for me...about stuff I've never thought about...and, well...I need to know...if...well...if you feel the same way, I guess."
"Wayne, if you're talking about love, then yes" Remy said, staring into Wayne's eyes. "I wasn't sure at first. After you left to come back here, my apartment felt so fuckin' empty. I felt like something had chewed a chunk out of me."
"Yes! I talked to Luis and Jackie about feeling weird after leaving you, and as much as I didn't want to admit it, its because I'm in love with you" Wayne said. "I didn't know what it was because I've never been in love. I've been in lust plenty of times, but I'd be willing to give up sex to be able to eat at Cracker Barrel with you."
"Now wait a minute, I ain't giving up sex. That would kind of put a damper on the relationship. What if we just have sex at the Cracker Barrel?" Remy laughed, then seriously said "but I know where you're coming from. I'm tired of the one-night hookups and shit myself."
"How can we make this work, though? You have your life in Denver, all my friends, family, property, everything is here."
"Let me work on it, I think I have some ideas" Remy said "but for now, finish what the hell you started. My dick is getting rigor mortis from your cheeks clenching on it!"
Always courteous and compliant, Wayne lifted up and slapped some lube on his ass, looked Remy in the eyes and said "no condoms any more, this is just for you, nobody else" as he settled down `til he could feel the squishy ball sack under his ass. He leaned forward and they kissed, when Wayne broke away, Remy sucked on his bottom lip releasing it with a pop. Wayne lifted up just a little and Remy's threw his dick up into him, reaching up to rub a hard nipple. Wayne sat back on him and Remy grabbed him around the torso and flipped him onto his back and pushed his legs up with a hand under each knee and began reaming him out. Every time Remy plunged the cock all the way, like he was trying to meld into Wayne. Wayne was rolling his head around and reached down to his bloated dick and started stroking. Remy tilted his hips a little more and when he heard Wayne gasp, he knew he was in the right place. With Remy beating on his prostrate, he only lasted a dozen or so strokes before he started covering Remy's stomach and his own chest with what felt like gallons of cum. The spasming muscles had Remy on the edge, he pulled out and shot all over Wayne's stomach joining his cum with Wayne's. He giggled like a little boy.
"What's so funny?" Wayne said between gasps for air.
"We're cum brothers now" Remy said.
Wayne just smiled and shook his head and pulled Remy down on top of him, squishing the cum all over both of them, "no, NOW we're cum brothers" he said. "I love you Remy Morales."
"I love you too, Wayne Walker" Remy whispered.
"Let's get cleaned up again and go get a bite to eat" Wayne said. He had unspoken reasons as well. The only matchmaker he'd seen better than him was Miss Ellie. He wanted to see if they would pass her seal of approval.
They showered off the cum, dried off and got dressed. Wayne pulled up to the side of Benton's and him and Remy both came out of the driver's side and went into the store.
"Hey, Miss Ellie!" he said
"Hey, hon, how are ya. You haven't been here in a while" she said, her eyes looking Remy up and down, reading body language and such. "Who's the special fella?"
Wayne smiled, "This here is Remy Morales, Remy this is my second momma Miss Ellie."
"Pleased to meet you Miss Ellie" Remy said. "Likewise," Miss Ellie said. Remy walked over to look at the menu board, and Miss Ellie whispered to Wayne "this ain't one of your usual kind."
"No ma'am. This one is very special" Wayne whispered back, "I was hoping you'd use your intuition for me just to make sure."
"Oh, hell, sweetie. A blind man with a sack over his head could see y'all are a match. Are you still scared of letting anybody get close to you? You can't be like that forever Wayne."
Wayne didn't say a word, he just pulled the old woman in for a big hug.
"What's going on over there?" Remy asked.
"Just catching up, sweetie" Miss Ellie said, "figure out what you want, yet?"
"I'm thinking maybe just a ham biscuit" Remy said, "are those real biscuits or the ones that come frozen?"
Wayne gave him the evil eye and said "Don't you ever say anything like that in this place again."
"Sorry, sorry. In Denver, everything is pre-processed crap around where I live" he said "My apologies, Miss Ellie."
After eating, the two started to leave and Miss Ellie gave her signature blessing "I hope to see both of y'all back here real soon."
Lambodara 9/27/20
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