Thurmond Chapter 1
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Thurmond
Chapter One
"If they catch us at it, we're dead as poultry" Clem whispered.
"Oh, hell. Ain't nobody here paying attention to a couple of dirty miners" I told him.
We went into the hotel one at a time trying to keep down any suspicions anybody could come up with. Clem took the back stairs and I waited another 15 minutes or so, then went up the main staircase. I looked around to make sure nobody was watching when I pushed the door to his room open. Once I was in, I shut the door back quickly and set the lock. Clem was sitting in the one chair looking nervous as hell.
"You sure you want to do this?" I asked him; nothing like dealing with the younger ones, I'd been working toward this a long time.
"I just...you know...I ain't ever..." blah, blah, blubber, blah, blah. This was going to be a task. I had to get up early in the morning and be in the mines. I needed to get this game started.
"I'll give you the easy part" I said, only half lying, "All you got to do is relax."
I crossed the room and knelt in front of him, I swear I think he was shaking. I reached up and began fiddling with the buckle on his belt and he started fidgeting.
"Stay still and relax" I whispered. It seemed to take everything he had in him. I told him to breathe, and he drew a deep breath and let it out. I stayed focused on my goal, working the buckle until the leather was released and pulled it open. My hands grabbed the button on his trousers and his hands dashed to stop them. I got to tell you; I was getting very...uh...frustrated.
"Clem, dammit, do you want to do this or not?" I said, the irritation coming out in my voice -- I couldn't help it.
"Raif, I ain't been all the way honest with you" he said quietly.
"What you mean?" I asked him.
"Well, when I told you I ain't ever done nothing with another man - what I should of said is that I ain't never been with nobody, man nor woman" he said, looking down at our hands in his lap.
"Clemmy, that ain't no big thing to me" I said, in my mind I was screaming Jackpot!! "If you'll just relax, I'll take good care of you" I coaxed. I had long since suspected he was `pure'. Clem never took no visitors and he'd sure never been on the Dunglen side of the river. He kept looking at the hands a minute, then slow as Christmas, he finally moved his hands away. He looked resigned to whatever was going to happen. I proceeded to unbutton the trousers and pull the zipper down to expose the white boxer shorts underneath. My fingers searched for the opening and when they brushed his stiff tube, I heard him suck his breath between his teeth. Regardless of how `pure' he was, his peter was begging mightily for some relief -- it'd been waiting most of his 19 years for this.
I eased it out of the slot in the drawers and it stood pointing up toward the heavens with its skin pulled about halfway off the head. I leant forward and gave it a sniff -- `mmm, this is a prime cut of meat' I thought to myself. I whispered for him to get on the bed. He reached down and untied his coal dust covered boots and walked over to the bed holding his pants up with one hand.
"You can just drop them britches, I locked the door" I whispered. He hesitated, but finally let the rough cloth slide down his legs so he could step out of them.
"Raif, I don't know about this..." he said. Oh shit, the fear was winning out again. I went over and took his face in my hands and rubbed his hair back out of his eyes.
"Clemmy, I promise it'll be all right" I cooed as I leaned in and kissed his neck just below the ear.
"Fellers who do stuff like this go to hell. The preacher said so" Clem said. I just shook my head.
"Clem, didn't you read what that preacher man said what was here not long ago?" I asked him. He shook his head no.
"That preacher said that the only difference between Hell and Thurmond is that Thurmond has a river running through it" I told him. I'd seen the story in the Herald a few days ago. While Clem was thinking that over, I pushed him back onto the bed. I proceeded to pull on the legs of his drawers until they started sliding down his legs too. Before he could hold me up anymore, I sucked about half his rigid peter into my mouth. I worked it with my tongue and my throat. It didn't take long and any resistance he had was long gone. In fact, I had to pull off and remind him about being quiet as he was making all kinds of noises. I had an idea of something that might keep him quiet. I stood up and dropped my boots and dungarees next to his, then crawled up on the bed with my head toward his feet, putting my crotch right in level with his face. I went back to sucking on that rock-hard peter and he seemed to figure out that maybe I wanted some action out of this too. I felt his cold, shaky fingers tugging at the waistband of my drawers and I kind of lifted up so he could get them down.
He kind of just looked at it for a minute. Mine was a little longer than his, maybe a half inch, maybe a hair thicker. I kept sucking slowly, and he eventually pulled back my skin and licked at the head. My heart damn near stopped as his second attempt was taking the whole head into his mouth and trying to copy what I was doing to him. The teeth brought me back to reality.
"Whoa, horsey!" Watch the chompers!" I croaked at him, then showed him how I had my lips pulled around my teeth.
The second time was the charm, he sucked it in until I felt the back of his mouth where the throat begins. He tried to force it but started gagging like he was gonna puke.
"Take it slow, buddy, you got to learn that" I whispered. He nodded and just worked what he could get in his mouth for a while. I was really getting deep on him by now, I was burying my nose is his fragrant, chestnut brown curlies.
"How are you doing that?" he whispered.
"Just kind of swallow when it gets all the way back" I said, not sure how to explain what just came naturally to me. He tried, then gagged, waited a minute, tried again and I felt the pop when it slid into his gullet. I almost shot my wad. I pulled back and told him to hold very still until I could get hold of myself again. I went back to sucking him hard, fast and deep while he was still figuring mine out. He got it in his throat again and the angle kinda made it pop a couple of times, and I couldn't help it -- I shot three days' worth of jism into him. He came off me spluttering and red-faced and trying to be mad. I cut his fit short though when I doubled down on him and sped up my sucking and rubbed that area between his balls and his shit hole. He went all stiff, then exploded in my throat I pulled up as fast as I could so's I could catch some in my mouth. My main goal was to taste him, after all.
There we was. Clem was on his back, panting like he'd done run a race, my juices all over his face, neck, and chest. I was a little winded myself. I laid back and swished his sweet nectar in my mouth. It was glorious brothers; I promise you that for a fact. I fumbled around and found my drawers and started cleaning my little buddy off. He didn't look as angry as he had; I think the pipe cleaning cured that for him. He did, however, get all timid again and rushed to pull his clothes back on. I laughed at him.
"What?" he asked.
"I just think it's funny how shy you are with somebody who you just got through swapping jizz with" I said.
"Shhhh!" he said, "These walls are thin."
"Little buddy, if they're that thin then we might as well go turn ourselves in" I said with a shit-eating grin. He went red as can be and look toward the door with worry. I took pity on him.
"Clemmy, don't worry about it. Most of these old miners are over on the other side of the river where a man can get a drink and a whore" I told him quietly. I really wasn't wanting this evening to end yet, but it looked like my playmate had closed the bar on me, so I went ahead and got dressed minus the jizzed up drawers. I pulled on my dungarees and tied my boots and shoved the sticky drawers in my back pocket. I pulled out my pocket watch -- it was getting late -- so I went over and cracked the door and gave a peek to make sure there wadn't nobody in the hall, then told Clem goodnight and took off for my room a floor up. Suffice it to say, I didn't have no trouble getting to sleep.
We went on like that for a spell, just sucking and such. I was leading him along real slow so's not to scare him off. As it was, it took me damn near two weeks to get into his pants again. He was so afeared that somebody was going to catch on to what we was doing. I didn't have the heart to tell him how much of this playing in the shadows actually went on around here. He sure as hell wasn't my first, just the latest and prettiest -- he hadn't been ruined by the mines (or other miners) yet. I got with him a couple of more times without pushing anything, but about six weeks in I was aching for more. I wanted to get inside him to the point that for the first time in my life I realized I was courting Clement Sacks the way a man would court a woman. It started out I just wanted to plug his big muscly ass, but after spending time with him I wanted more. I was having dreams about things I knowed couldn't be.
Clem wasn't a huge man, he was around 5'10", not fat nor slim, about average. He had muscled arms from breaking using a sledgehammer and cords of muscled flesh leading from his shoulders up into his neck. He had the face of a young man, chestnut brown hair and eyes that were almost gray. On the other hand, I was 6' even and a little bigger than average, mostly muscle and most of it was covered in black hair. I could shave and have a 5 o'clock shadow two hours later. I'm 23, so a whole four years older than Clem. If you saw the two of us walking down the road, you wouldn't think anything of it. We just looked like a couple of friends or brothers going about our business. Once our courtship got started, we ended up rooming together. We told the manager that we found out we was cousins and didn't see no sense in spending twice for a room. They didn't make a fuss; the hotel needed the space anyway.
"Raiford Gaines, you are the most horned up man I ever seen" Clem said, pulling my hand out of the back of his trousers, where my middle finger had been trying to make its way down to his hole. He let my hand go and I sniffed of my finger -- good clean musk. He shook his head.
"I swear, you're crazy" he said. He got up and pulled off his pants and laid back on the bed -- his signal that he was ready for me to suck him. I dragged his drawers off and dropped them with the pants and nursed on his peter a little. As soon as he was relaxed, I shifted gears on him. I'd been thinking about trying it for a while now. I got hold of his legs and pushed them into the air and ran my tongue down his taint area right down to his hole. He started squirming and trying to get away.
"Raif! That's nasty!" he whispered as loudly as he dared. I held him tight and spread his legs farther apart so's I could get to his hole. In for a penny, in for a pound as they say -- I closed in on it and started trying to stick my tongue up inside him. I wasn't having much luck. He had that thing clamped tighter than a bank vault. I settled for just licking and slurping on the wrinkled area. It took a long time, but I started feeling him ease up and just the tip of my tongue went deeper.
"Raif, my legs are going to sleep" he whined. Well, shit, it was always something. I let `em down and turned him over and pulled him up on his knees to get my access back. It was about then I noticed he wasn't fighting it anymore. I tongued him a little longer, then stuck a finger at the opening, kinda testing the waters. He didn't flinch or anything so I spit on it and started sliding the finger in. I got to the first knuckle before he clamped down again.
"What the devil are you doing back there, Raiford?" he asked.
"Trying to make you feel good" I told him, though I'd really be making both of us feel good if he would just hold still.
He relaxed again and I slowly slid the finger in all the way, then pulled and pushed it back and forth a little. When I pulled the index finger out, he looked back over his shoulder like he had been liking it. The boy don't make no sense sometimes. I went back with two fingers and started the long slow process of getting them in there. I mighta been crazy, but it seemed like it was getting easier. I started wedging them fingers apart and it was like his muscles kinda gave up. That's when I undid my belt and dropped my pants.
"What are you doing? Don't stop that with the fingers, it feels kind of good" he said.
"Don't worry, you're going to like what comes next" I told him -- I knew I would. He laid his head back down and I pushed my drawers down my thighs and waddled up behind him. I spit three times to get it all good and wet and then lined my cock up with the winking star and started pushing against it. He tensed up and pulled forward.
"Just relax and push out like you're trying to take a shit" I told him. To make sure he didn't crawl away again I took a hold of his hips and held him tight as I pushed.
"Push now" I whispered, I felt his pucker open and my head and about an inch more got in before he started clamping down on me. His squeezing was about to make this a short session. I stayed as still as I could until his spasms let up. I could see goosebumps all over his back and feel his heartbeat in my cock.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Feels like I got a telegraph pole stuck up my butt" he grunted. I laughed and it made my cock drive deeper into him. He let out a whine like a kicked dog and I went ahead and pushed it in until my curlies was rubbing his cheeks. I felt him clamping and releasing me over and over again.
"Let me know `when'" I whispered in his ear. A few minutes later, he started moving hisself back and forth on me. I took that as my sign and started to slowly fuck in and out of him, making sure he was okay. I bent down and wrapped my arms around him, only my hips moving my log back and forth inside him and kissed the back of his neck. His tight, hot hole was doing a job on me, and I knew that I wasn't going to be hunching long this first time. I reached down and started pulling on Clem's dick and he tightened down on me more. The end of Clem's peter was slick. I used the slick stuff to grease it up and pulled on it faster and faster until he bucked up under me and squirted his wad all over the sheets. His tail muscles was doing so much to me all I could do is fill him up. I had to bite my cheek to keep from bellering like an old bear. After we was done, we collapsed in a heap on the bed.
"You still okay, Clemmy?" I asked.
"At first it burned and hurt like hell, then it wasn't that bad...but then it was like...it was...it just felt so good!" he said.
"You made a mess of the sheets" I said.
"That's why they got a laundry" he said. We lay together for a while, I almost fell asleep.
"Raif, I'm starving!" he said.
"Nothing open on this side of the river this late" I told him.
"Let's go across the bridge" he said. I was a bad influence on that boy. I kind of smiled. I was confused. I usually felt calm after I'd bedded one of the boys I'd been after, but with Clem there was some other kind of feelings that I wadn't sure what they was. It was more than horny or friends, I couldn't place it. We got dressed and went out into the cold night to cross the river and find some food -- crossing off another first for Clem.
"You're walking a bit gingerly" I kidded. He just shot me one of them looks of his. We got a couple of sandwiches, and I had a beer, Clem didn't like it, he got a root beer instead. By the time we got back home we was both wore out and ready for bed -- just to sleep this time.
I was just thinking, I probably ought to back up a little and tell you about myself. I come out of eastern Kentucky. I set out to find my fortune when I was younger than Clem. Well, I didn't exactly do it voluntarily. When your cousin you been fooling around with starts running his mouth, you end up getting called `unnatural' and `hellbound sinner' and other not-so-nice things. My pa told me to get out of his house and if he saw me again, I was gonna be full of lead. My uncle was of the same opinion. My cousin Davy was something else, I tell you. He was a year older than me, and after plugging my butt for near on a year, he turned on me. Got religion and the fever to start confessing. My uncle Jesse threatened to put me in jail, but daddy talked him out of that at least. Still, I was cast out of the holler. So, I had to get away from there, where everybody knew everybody else's business. I heard about Thurmond booming and headed over here and got a job in the mines. I sure didn't know how much hard work that would really mean.
The first couple of months I was here all I did was work and sleep. I was tired like I'd never been tired. After a while, you just get used to it. I started finding that I had time in the evenings with nothing particular to do, so I started looking to blow off some steam. Finding a like minded feller is very hard work. If you come up on the wrong one, you could get your nose popped or worse. I took to studying people, how they acted, what they did, who they was with. After a while, I noticed a couple of my fellow miners shared a room, and they didn't look like kinfolk. I made a point to start hanging around them and they would say stuff that I didn't understand, like they was talking in code. They were older guys and they looked at me like I was just a kid. I decided to follow them one evening and got a shock. They slid up in an old boxcar on the railroad and the older one, who was called Renfroe, bent ole Clayton over and stuck this huge peter of his into him. It reminded me of Davy and me. Well, sir, I was happy to find out there was other ones who like what I did, but I had no idea how to get myself included in the fun. I watched in the dark a minute, then decided to make a move.
"Can I come in?" I said, just loud enough for them to hear over their ministrations. Renfroe jumped, trying to put his cock away and almost tripped. Clayton was scrambling around like crazy too. Renfroe charged me and put me up against the wall of the car with his beefy hand around my throat. I held my hands up showing that I wasn't a threat.
"Boy, what the hell do you think this is? You shouldn't be shadowing grown folks and getting in their business!" Renfroe growled at me.
"Knock that little asshole out" Clayton said. Renfroe pulled back.
"Wait, wait, wait!" I pleaded. Renfroe hesitated.
"I like the same stuff y'all was doing. I was hoping I could get in on it" I spat out quickly before the fist started moving. Renfroe's grip loosened up a little and he looked me over. For a kid of 18, the two months in the mines had me beefy as can be and all the men in my family ran to the hairy side. Renfroe let me loose and pulled open my shirt to see the hair in there. Clayton came over t look too.
"What you think, Clay?" he asked. Clayton looked me over, then cupped his hand around my private are on my pants. He didn't say anything, just shook his head `okay'.
I learned a lot about sexing men from them two over the next few months, but as things happen, they ended up moving to another mine farther up the mountains and once again I found myself abusing my right hand a lot. It stayed that way until Clem showed up. Nobody else would of noticed anything off about Clem, but I was a budding expert on queer men. I studied him more than any schoolbook I ever carried. They was just little things he did that kept adding up -- that and he was so pretty. I say pretty but I mean he was good looking like one of them fellers in the movies. It got to where all I could think about was getting him alone and bringing out his wild side.
We got to talking -- rather, I started talking to him. He was shy as all get out at first. He finally let on that his family had too many kids and he had to go make it on his own, not enough land to keep up so many people. I asked him how big his family was. He said he had eight brothers and three sisters. He was number seven out of the eight boys, most of them married and settled in the same community, but there was not more room there. Him and his younger brother and sisters would have to get away and find their own ways. He said he ended up here because he had an uncle who worked in the Kaymoor mines and he had a friend who did the hiring here, that's how he ended up here. Y'all already heard about our activities, but here's how we ended up there.
I'd been following Clem around for a while, like I said. I noticed I wasn't the only bird dog on his trail. There was an older man watching him too. Well, I'll be damned if I was going to let an old codger swoop in and get my prize, so I made my move. I started eating lunch with him every day. I'd talk to him get him used to me always being around. I started showing him around and teaching how to get things he wanted. He was like a kid brother at first. Much work later, he was like a good fried, maybe best friend. Only steps from there to the bed. That other old bird dog had to go hunt him a new bird.
Lambodara 11/24/24
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