Tex Mex Chapter 3
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Chapter 3
I slowly started creeping into consciousness. I yawn and blink the sleep out of my eyes. I'm laying on his shoulder, looking across his chest toward the morning sun coming through the sliding glass door that leads to the deck. I inhale for another yawn and fill my head with the smell of him. Over the night we've become stuck together both by the dried cum holding my stomach to his side and the dried saliva from my mouth to his shoulder. I start to pull away, trying not to wake him. I stand up beside the bed and stretch and start toward the bathroom. I like the smell of a man, but there is a line and my pits have crossed it. I had my shower built locker room style, its big and semi open, all tile and multiple shower heads. I start the water and stand with one hand against the wall and let my piss go straight down the drain. I lather up my hair and stand under the flow to rinse it out. When I wipe the water out of my eyes, I find that I'm not alone, Luis has joined me. He reaches across for the shampoo and I can tell that he has crossed the too ripe point too. I pump some Swagger body soap in my hand and start soaping his pits while he's working the shampoo into his hair.
He sees me grimace, and says "Sex Panther – 60% of the time, it works every time!"
I laugh at his Anchorman reference and reply "Smells like bigfoot's dick!"
I turn around and ask him to wash my pucker for me. It's still kind of sore from the beating it took last night. He is very gentle, but thorough. I chub a little but really, I'm still sated from last night or early this morning, whenever it was so other than getting clean nothing happens in the shower. I'm glad to see when he opens his backpack, there's something other than just another work uniform. He puts on a kind of dingy looking jock and some mesh basketball shorts, then pulls out one of those novelty tee-shirts with a graphic about somebody's plumbing company and how they are always happy to lay pipe. I decide to join him in the casual look and grab my jock and basketball shorts with a sleeveless Under Armor shirt that looks molded to my body.
"You want to ride up to Benton's and grab a biscuit, they serve breakfast till 11 on Saturdays" I say.
"Sure, let me get my shoes on" he says, as he's sitting down on my dressing bench.
We start out of the house and I head toward the barn. He follows along and I pull out the Kawasaki Mule.
"I have a trail to the corner of the property that comes out a few hundred feet from Benton's" I say.
Benton's store has been nearly as long as Texas, and Miss Ellie has the best biscuits in this part of the state. I tap the code into the box by the gate and when it pops, we go through and head up the path. About 100 feet up the trail my creek crosses our way but somebody built a little wooden bridge way back. We break through the trees and can immediately see the back of the old store.
"I think I'm gonna get a couple of bacon, egg and cheese biscuits and some pan fries" Luis says.
I give him the `are you kidding me' look and say "You've obviously never had Miss Ellie's biscuits."
"Whatchu mean?" he asks.
"You'll see!" I say.
Benton's has a porch all the way across the front with the obligatory `Benton's Mercantile and Dry Goods' sign up top above the porch roof. There are a bunch of mismatched rocking chairs scattered across the porch. On one end there's a barrel with a checker board on top and a straight back chair on each side, currently occupied by two grizzled old codgers. It's like a scene out of a Norman Rockwell painting. The old saloon doors of the 1800s have been replaced by modern glass business doors for security, but inside it still has the tall ceilings with shelves reaching nearly to the top and one of those ladders on a rail so you can roll it around. One end of the counter is like a museum with the hundred plus year old cash register, but the other end has a large glass front case with the food; that's where we're heading.
"Mornin' Jackie!, how the hell are ya?!" yells Miss Ellie from behind the counter "who's your friend?"
Now, as you know, I don't like nosiness from most people but Miss Ellie has been like a second mother to me ever since my mom died about 10 years ago.
"Well, Miss Ellie, this is Luis..." I look at him and realize I never asked his last name.
"Garza" Luis says, grinning.
"We just met a couple of days ago, thru Wayne" I say.
"Oh lord, Wayne just won't let it be will he?" she says, "a growed man don't need no matchmaker. Though, I'd have to say, at least Wayne picked you purty one, baby."
I bust out laughing as I watch Luis turn the cutest shade of red. He looked kind of confused for a minute.
"So, you know about Jackie and don't care?" Luis said
"Chico, let me tell you a story. I had a son about Jackie's age. We lived over near El Paso. I knowed he was different from the time the change hit him, he never cared none for the girls. His papa left us when Ray was only six year old, so it was just me and Ray. Anyway, Ray got picked on a lot in school because he never liked sports or that kind of stuff but he shrugged it off at least until high school. He come in one day nearly glowing and I suspected he'd found a friend. Well, sir, Ray went on what I guess you could call a date that Saturday with this new `friend' Donnie. They went to watch the junior rodeo; Donnie's idea I'm sure, the only reason Ray would go is to side-eye the young cowboys. At any rate, before starting back home they went to use the bathroom and since nobody was in the bathroom, or so they thought, they decided to try a little kissin'. Turns out, they wasn't alone, an older cowboy who later found out was called Travis Lutz spotted them and yelled out for his buddies. They decided to have a good ole fashioned fag drag. Them men tied my boy and his friend's hands together and then tied them both off to horses. When they slapped the horses asses those boys got dragged a good long ways. Folks told me Ray was holding his own till the horse slung him head first into a rock. He was in a coma for five days before the multiple organ failure started, then my baby was gone. I only tell you that to say this, nobody will ever hurt Jackie like they hurt my Ray, not while I'm breathing. So what are your intentions, Luis?"
"Miss Ellie, that's not called for..." I start to say but Luis holds up a hand gesturing me to stop.
"Miss Ellie, I don't know what the future brings, but I've had my share of pain and even if we don't work out, I'll still be Jackie's friend no matter what" he said, looking at the old lady with great respect. "I'd appreciate it if you'd let me give you a hug, you remind me of my Abuelita Rosita. I lost her five years ago."
Miss Ellie came out from behind the counter and Luis grabbed her up in a big bear hug. Both had teary looking eyes. I thought to myself, Miss Ellie just got another son.
"Not to break up a good thing," I say giggling "but Luis told me on the way over here he was thinking about having a couple of bacon, egg and cheese biscuits and some hash browns."
The old woman laughed out loud and looked at Luis and said "I don't think you're that hungry, boy." She went back behind the counter and composed herself and started making him a biscuit. See, when most people think of biscuits, they picture the little biscuits from the fast food places like McDonalds. Miss Ellie's biscuits were a little bigger around than a piece of sandwich bread. She took the long bread knife and split the hot biscuit and laid a piece of sharp cheddar on each side of the bread, then put a good handful of bacon (a layer about as thick as a hamburger) then finished off with a big spoonful of eggs to cover the whole thing. She sat it up on the griddle to melt the cheese then wrapped the humungous thing and handed it to Luis. His eyes were bugging out.
"I'll have to rethink my order" he said. Me and Miss Ellie just laughed at him. She went ahead and made me my regular, which was the same as Luis except with her own handmade breakfast sausage. We took our breakfast outside and sat in two rockers and started eating. Miss Ellie came out and brought us each a carton of milk.
"Put it on my tab, Miss Ellie" I said.
"Not today, Jackie. This ones on the house, and I want to see both y'all back here soon" she said with a smile.
"Thank you. We'll see how it goes" I say "if we come here too often, we'd be fat as hogs."
She just grinned and went back inside. We finished up and headed back to the gate and got on the Mule and started back toward the house.
"Where does that trail go?" Luis asked, pointing to the split going off to the left. I decided to just show him and turned up the trail. This particular trail leads to my peaceful place. When I had the cabin built, I also had a hole dug out in the stream making a place big enough to swim and on the side of the stream I have a gazebo with a hanging bed. Sometimes in the summer I'll come out here and sleep by the stream. I cut the engine and get out.
"You impressed Miss Ellie, that's not as easy as you might think" I say.
"She impresses me, to have gone through such things and still have the desire to give her love so freely. You know she loves you, I could tell" he said.
"Yes, I know...and every time I meet a new guy, she hopes this is the one for me. I think she is using me to gauge how her son would have done, but he probably wasn't as twisted as I am."
"All I can say to that, is I feel closer to you that anybody I've been with in a long time. Most of what I've had have been craigslist and growlr hookups that were just for sex and then go home" he said sadly. He laid back on the swinging bed and I laid back beside him with my head on his shoulder, which was beginning to feel like where it belonged. With our stomachs full of breakfast, the cool morning breeze and the sound of the stream it wasn't long until we fell asleep again.
I woke up an hour or so later and Luis was still out and peacefully resting so I carefully got up and stripped off and got into the water and started doing laps back and forth across the pond. I was on my back floating when he woke up and stretched, looking for me. When he spotted me, he started stripping and walked down to the stream with his cock bouncing in such a seductive way. He grabbed an old tire tube I had laying by the stream and jumped up on it and floated over to me. I pulled my self up next to him and gave him a big wet kiss.
"I think I may be falling for you, amante" I said with my Texas inflected Spanish.
"Mismo, amado" he replied.
We floated in our embrace for a long while just watching the clouds and enjoying the cool water. We finally decided to get out. I opened the storage chest in the gazebo and pulled out a couple of beach towels and we dried off and went back to the bed. He lay down on his stomach with his legs spread wide so that his cornhole was in view and ready for play.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" was my goofy comment.
"I don't know. Try me and see" he replied.
I didn't waste any time crawling up and burying my face in between his mounds. I sucked on his hole and pushed my tongue in and to my surprise he seemed to be loosening it at will. My tongue went way inside him. I nibbled and slobbered on his hole until my tongue was getting numb and then switched to fingers. I pushed in and found his magic button. That made him squirm. I added a second finger and some more spit. I kept twisting and turning my fingers and rubbing his prostate as I got up on my knees. Then it dawned on me, I didn't have a condom. I stopped my ministrations and he said "What's wrong?"
"No glove, so no love" I said sadly.
"Fuck me until you start getting close, then I'll finish you off" he said hopefully.
"I shouldn't do that," I said, "what about pre?"
"I'm willing to take a chance on that" he said "just hold off as long as you can."
I was still reluctant, but I started easing into his furnace hot ass. He clamped down on me and I sucked in a giant breath. We rolled so we were both on our sides and I started thrusting. I could only go a minute and quit, I was worried about cumming too soon. I started up again and he started jacking off in time with my thrusts. I was close again, so I slowed to a stop but he sped up his jacking and squeezed on my still cock. I could feel when he started shooting, it almost made me cum. I had to pull out and in a flash, he was on me swallowing my dick to the root. He came up and went back down several time until I couldn't hold back any longer. I yelled, "I'm cumming!!" and he kept beating my dick until I pushed his hand away. Once again, I was covered in cum. We rested a minute, then went and jumped back in the water and washed off.
"That was awesome" he said "I love the way your dick feels in me."
"Sorry, I didn't even think about a condom or I would have pounded the hell out of you like you did me last night."
"I'll take a raincheck" he joked.
We got back to the house and he picked up his cell phone which had a light blinking, missed calls. He called in and the gas company had an emergency call he needed to attend to. Damn it! He changed into his uniform and went out on the front porch and pulled on his muddy work boots.
"Will you be back tonight?" I asked.
"I don't know, let me find out what's going on and I'll call you later."
I watched him drive off, already feeling sad and lonely in a way I wouldn't have three days ago. I had a bad case already. I hoped I wasn't going to regret it.
Lambodara 9/15/20
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