Date: Tue, 21 Jun 2011 12:50:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: jim ford <sojourn1950@yahoo.com>
Subject: T. R.'s Tale chapter three

This story is fiction. The characters are adults in adult situations.
Warnings: The only person you can ever hope to truly know is yourself.
Trust no one; use condoms. If you are not of legal age or in a jurisdiction
in which this document is illegal, go way. This is my story. Please respect
the copyright. Sojourn1950@yahoo.com



"Well boys, is this Texas or some California fairy land? Looks like these
queers can't wait to get in a room. Hey faggots! Get a room afore we kick
your asses and make you wished you had."

I had closed my eyes once the kiss began when I heard the voice I could see
Bill was already sizing up the situation. He released his hold on me and I
moved to stand near the front of the bike facing three rednecks. They
reeked of beer. These three had obviously taken full advantage of happy
hour somewhere.

Bill stood and swung his leg so he was on the other side of the bike. He
stepped to the end of the bike so the three facing us were almost between
us. "You gentlemen realize Texas has a hate crimes law? That means, that if
you start shit with us we're gonna kick your asses and you're still going
to jail and have to stand trial."

None of the three really looked threatening. The one who acted as spokesman
had a gut so big it probably had been years since he saw his dick. The one
to his right was in his late fifties and obviously not happy with his
friends remarks. He started to apologized when the fat one cut him
off. "Don't be apologizing for what I said. Ain't no jury gonna listen to
faggots over god fearing Christians. I say we kick their fudge packing
asses."

I was more fascinated by Bill's reaction and actions. He was enjoying
himself. If the fire in his eyes was any indication, Bill Wilson relished a
good old fashioned Donny Brook. His stance was such that he could launch
himself on which ever of the three moved first. As for me I had already
figure we wouldn't get out of this without them or us getting our asses
kicked. I wasn't as eager as Bill, but I wasn't about to back down.

Bill had an evil grin on his face. His biceps were flexed and his pecs
danced up and down, "Well, Well, T. R. you said this town was filled with
nothing but pussies. Seems you might be wrong. I don't want the fat
one... but I think I'm gonna fuck the skinny young'un after this is over. I
told you working as team bouncers at Billy Bob's was not a waste of
time. Shit, this will be a walk in the park compared to dealing with five
or six shit kicking cowboys. Pick one, or do you want to tag team the young
one with me?"

The "young'un" got sober real quick. "Look mister, I ain't looking for no
trouble. I don't hassle no one. I'm not looking to get fucked up in a fight
and damn sure ain't looking to get fucked. Tom, Fred I'm going on up to the
room. If ya'll got any sense you'll go too. This fucker might be gay, but
he's bigger than me and you Fred and his, uh, friend ain't too much
smaller. Ya'll can stay here and get your asses kicked but I'm leaving."
With that, he moved behind his two friends and headed for the stairs
without looking back.

Tom, the fat one, called over his shoulder, "Jim, you're a pussy!" Fred
stepped back and said, "Look Tom, you of all people got no right talking to
these guys like that. Hell, I wasn't gonna tell you, but I seen you sucking
dick at that bookstore back home. I wasn't gonna say anything `cause I was
doing the same thing myself. Now apologize to these young men and maybe
I'll let you suck my big ol dick tonight after junior goes to sleep."

He pushed Tom toward the stairs and even as Tom's mouth dropped open at
what his friend just said. "Fu, Fu, Fred, I never thought you, you, I mean
I would, I mean you."

Fred continued to push Tom toward the stairs and said, "Gentlemen, I hope
you will forgive my idiot friend here. If we have offended you please
accept my apology. If you had chosen me to bear the brunt of our defeat
over Junior, I might have been interested in losing a fight... just so you
know."

Fred was still getting over the shock of being outted and propositioned by
his friend. He had forgotten all about the two of us. I looked at Bill, our
eyes met and we both burst out laughing. The whole scene was ridiculous.

Once the laughter subsided, Bill retrieved his helmet and handed me one
that had been strapped to the side of the bike. As I was strapping my
helmet on Bill asked, "You like Bar-B-Q?"

"If it's good ... yep, but not everywhere in Texas has good bar-b-q." Bill
once again straddled the bike and rolled it out of the parking slot, while
I tightened up my chinstrap.

"You know how to ride a bike?" I nodded. "You know how to ride as a
passenger?" Again I nodded. Bill started the bike and I climbed on. He
moved the bike through the parking lot and into traffic with a graceful
ease. A few blocks through City traffic and we were on a two lane
blacktop. A sign indicated we were headed toward a lake. Bill hit a button
and Segar began singing "Roll me Away". Up to this point I had laid my
hands on my thighs and kept a distance between our bodies. For some reason
the fact he chose the same traveling oldies that I like made me feel
closer. I edged forward and wrapped my arms around his waist. Bill's
response was to run his right hand up and down my left arm. His touch sent
chills up my arm and down to my dick. My own right hand traveled up his abs
to his chest and I began to tap out the rhythm to the song.

Three Segar songs later we pulled into a gravel parking lot of a lakeside
restaurant. No longer than the ride had taken I was a little numb and my
ears were shocked by the silence. We opted to eat on the deck overlooking
the lake. I deferred to Bill since apparently he was familiar with this
place. He ordered a sample platter that gave us pork, beef and chicken all
grilled and each with their own sauce. For side dishes we both ordered
greens, coleslaw, and baked beans. Neither wanted a drink so it was iced
tea, unsweetened for me and sweet tea for Bill.

The conversation was comfortable Bill talked about being an only child of a
lawman who was a son of a lawman who was the son of a Texas Ranger when
horseback was the favored mode of transportation. I was curious and Bill
openly discussed whether he was a trooper to please his family or was it
what he really wanted. He said he had never wanted to be anything
else. Even as a kid he insisted on being the sheriff when he and his
friends played "cops and robbers."

"What about being gay Bill? When did you know? I mean law enforcement is
not an accepting profession when it comes to anything that's different. How
do you cope?"

Bill twisted his glass of tea and watched as the ice cubes shifted. "I
guess I always knew I was different. I had an eighth grade math teacher,
Mr. Faucett, who helped me understand who I was and he helped me accept
myself. I figure it really is nobody's business what I do in the
bedroom. No one needs to know I'm gay unless we are about to have sex." He
looked up at me and gave me a goofy grin, "That's why I told you, so now we
have to have sex."

"Are you out to anyone Bill? Family, friends, anyone?" I was proud of
myself for neither reacting to nor responding to his last comment.

"T. R., you're in a job where people are not going to care if you're
gay. No one expects you to protect them from the bad guys. If an associate
of yours resents the fact that you're gay, you live with it. My life
depends on my brothers in arms to have my back and they have to know I have
theirs. I'm not saying one of them would harm me. It's just that if I call
for back-up they might delay just enough ..." His voice trailed off as he
finished speaking. Once again, he focused on the ice in his glass.

What Bill said made sense. It was easy for me to stand up as gay. My life
is not put on the line. I don't have to depend on someone else to get me
out of a jam.

"Have you ever thought of getting a different job, something like a private
investigator or something a little less dangerous or maybe a little more
accepting?"

"What would you suggest? Go to law school?" His tight lipped expression
suddenly brightened, "Did my mother have anything to do with your moving
here? Are you really gay or just trying to convince me to leave my chosen
profession? You know there will be a test later to determine whether you're
gay or straight."

Before I could ask about the test our waitress brought a tray loaded down
with food. Once we made space for everything she departed.

"Ok, Mr. Straight Trooper, what is this test? I never heard about a
test. When I got my gay card they never said anything about a test. Do you
even have your card? You may be one of those straight spies trying to
infiltrate and learning about our recruiting methods."

In a mock German accent that given his blond hair and blue eyes seemed an
almost apropos affectation, "Heir Doktor, yo vill talk. Yo vill gib me da
secrets to your organization's sooksess. I vill break you." Then in a
switch that seemed immediate and flawless, in a voice that sent chills down
my spine, he murmured, "Timothy Reed Boudreaux, resistance is futile." If
looks could kill then the look he gave me would have left me sexually
violated. The vibrations from that sexy voice sent chills down my spine. I
felt heat flush my face and my cock throbbed and the man hadn't even
touched me.

Once I calmed down and the pounding in my heart was no longer deafening I
realized my reaction to this handsome man was most likely due to the fact
it had been months since I had been with a man. I realized that Bill had
been watching me intently. When my eyes met his, his smile deepened and
warmed me beyond the blush my face still held.

Talking to Bill was like talking to someone I had known all my life and
trusted completely. I told him things about Robert and me that I had not
even admitted to myself. I realized that part of Robert's attraction was
the fact that he was not totally available. That partial availability was
probably something I needed. He didn't ever really make demands on my
time. Our time together meshed with my busy school schedule and his
"family". It was only as I approached a new phase in my life that I really
began to see challenges to our relationship. His impending fatherhood was
just the catalyst that brought the inevitable end. Strange how talking to
someone else about yourself can bring you surprises. I only then realized I
had never really loved Robert. I felt better about Robert and my breakup
than ever before. I felt like a dark cloud had been blown away.

We came away with doggy bags. I wondered if Doc would still be awake to
share a snack when I got back. Walking from the restaurant I began to feel
nervous about "what now"? When we got to the bike Bill pulled two light
weight leather jackets from his saddlebags. The one he handed me wasn't new
and I couldn't help but wonder who else or how many others had worn this
jacket and rode behind this handsome, sexy man.

Bill must have been thinking too. I had zipped the jacket up half way and
reached for my helmet. "Look Tar, I know this is our first date. I was
serious about getting to know you and I was serious about wanting to have
sex with you. I want to do this right. Not slam bam and a thank you sir. I
can find a one night stand. I would like us to be friends as well as
lovers. I intend to take you back to get your Jeep and then follow you home
and see you properly to your door. I won't ask to stay the night tonight,
but I will, when the time is right. Robert was a fool. I don't like being
foolish in important matters. I knew from the moment I saw you that I
wanted to know you better. I still do."

I would like to say that I was flattered by Bill's sentiments and that it
warmed me inside. What I really heard was "No Sex Tonight". Even in the
half light of the parking lot Bill must have seen my disappointment. "Tar,
I'll make it right. I promise I'll do everything I can to make it the most
mind-blowing experience you have ever had, just not tonight. If we make it
tonight, it will be too easy for you to think of me as a one night
stand. Listen. Right now I want you so bad it's hard to think. I've had
images of you bent over the handle bars with me pounding that hot ass of
yours. I jerked off twice last night and again in the shower this morning,
thinking about you."

Bill took my right hand and placed it against his left thigh. The bulge
running down his left leg pulsed and I jerked my hand away. That thing was
huge! "And you're going to put that monster where?" The words slipped out
before I could catch myself. Bill smiled trying to hold back a laugh. He
failed. His laughter echoed off the restaurant walls and the night air. It
sounded like a whole crowd was laughing at my naiveté. I buckled and
tightened the chinstrap and moved away from Bill. I was pissed and wanted
nothing more than to get the hell out of there. Had LBJ been there, I would
have been gone. Bill eventually realized he was the only one laughing and
fought to regain control.

When he reached for me I grabbed his wrist and twisted, stepped behind him
and had him in a hammerlock. I rubbed my crotch against his ass and said,
"Now, big boy, whose cock is going in whose ass?" I applied pressure and
was ready to travel with him if he tried to break free.

He just stood there. "Tar, there are three ways I know to break a
hammerlock. Anyone of those is going to get one of us hurt. Now if you want
to fuck me, all you have to do is ask nicely, I'm versatile. I'll enjoy it
either way. But do let go, I like looking at your face."

Jesus, Jesse and Joseph, this guy wins even when he's losing. I patted his
left shoulder and released my hold and stepped back. I didn't bother to
tell him I knew how to block more than three methods of breaking a
hammerlock. Bill pulled me to him and kissed me hard and fast. "Now, let's
get you home and I can go jack off thinking about how cute you are when you
get pissed."

On the straight stretch of road Bill pulled my right hand from around his
waist and used it stroke his stroke his hard cock. I took the hint. I ran
my fingers along its length and used my fingernails to scratch at the denim
covered head. At one point he raised his ass off the seat to try to
increase the pressure. I could tell my efforts were getting to him. I took
my left hand and stuck it up under his jacket and rubbed up his chest. I
could feel his bristly chest hair. I found his left nipple and began
tweaking it with my finger tips, all the while my right hand was teasing
his cock. Bill slowed all too quickly, pulled over to the side of the road
and stopped. Over his shoulder he said, "Get off".

I wasn't sure what he was going to do. It occurred to me that he might
leave me alongside the road.

The motor was still running and the headlights gave an eerie kind of back
light. He was mostly a silhouette. "Take your helmet off." I complied. When
I looked up he had removed his too. He moved close to me. I half expected
to hear him say, "On your knees." Instead he was silent. He unbuttoned my
jeans and then unzipped them. He shoved them down past my knees. He took my
face in his big hands and kissed me.

His lips were soft and moist. His tongue applied for entrance, I approved
the application and it began to educate me on how fucking hot a strange
tongue in your mouth can be. I had been kissed before but never with a
tongue quite so aggressive. I actually thought ( if I could have thought)
that his tongue wrapped around mine. It did at one point tickle my throat.

By now I was humping my cock against his jeans. Bill broke the kiss and
held my head in his hands for a moment. "Goddamn, you are so ... so
beautiful." Normally I would have cringed at that term. Tonight, alongside
this lonely Texas back road it seemed a high compliment. My hands were
around his waist, holding him as I humped.

I brought them up and held his face as he was holding mine. I pulled him
into a kiss and he dropped his hands to allow the kiss. His hands fell to
my waist and pulled me closer. This time it was I who explored his
mouth. He tasted of tea and Bill, sweet and tangy. That flavor could easily
become a favorite.

Bill's hands moved to my leaking cock. His right began to stroke me while
his left lifted and rolled my balls around.

He broke the kiss and dropped to his knees. His left hand continued to play
with my balls as that magic tongue reached out to caress my leaking
cockhead. His tongue began to feel strange almost rough, likes a cats
tongue. It seemed to be coated in tiny bumps.

Bill's head plunged forward and engulfed my length. That indescribable
feeling of my cock sliding into his throat sent a surge of passion to my
brain. I grabbed his head and began humping. His hands on my ass pulled me
into him.

One of his fingers found my pucker and tapped at the entrance, not trying
to penetrate. His hands left my ass. His left caressed my thigh. His hands
moved back to my ass and a wet finger pushed it's way into my depths. When
his fingertip hit my button I lost it. My ass clamped down on his finger
with a death grip. My hands held his head in a vice, while I tried again
and again to shove my whole body down his throat.

My balls drew up so quickly it hurt as I began to unload down his
throat. By the time I was through coming Bill was supporting my weight. I
literally would have fallen to the ground if he had not caught me.

Once I was steady I became eager to try to give as good as I got. I pulled
Bill up on his feet and was about to kneel. "Don't bother. It's ah, uh, too
late. I came when you did." Bill had, with what must have been a third
hand, extracted his cock and jerked off.

Still trying to catch my breath, I said, "That's good in a way. I don't
think I could have made you feel half as good as you just made me."

"Tar, this can't be just a one night stand. I don't even like sucking cock
and here you made me cum while I did it."

"Bill, why do you keep thinking this is a one-time thing?"

"Tar, you know that I have to stay closeted. I can't come out. I mean I can
and I have to my family. I don't really have any close friends. The guys I
have met that I wanted to get to know, well they just wanted a good time
and nothing more. I have been told more than once that a closeted gay man
has too much baggage to be considered anything but a one night stand."

Once he explained his fears, I understood a lot better. "Bill, I don't want
to make promises that I can't keep. I like you and want to get to know you
better. I spent almost two years with a closeted gay man. I really don't
want to do that again ... but kissing me in the parking lot of the motel
... then confronting those rednecks ... then tonight you kissed me in the
restaurant parking lot again. To top it all, a blow job alongside the road.
That doesn't sound like a closeted gay man. That sounds like a man who is
totally comfortable with himself. If that is what you call closeted then I
can't imagine the change in you when you come out."

"Look, Doc wants to meet any friends I make. He sounds sincere and
supportive. I think your coming to dinner will be a kind of test for my
relationship with Doc. If he really is comfortable, then we'll have a good
time. If he isn't, well we'll leave together and I'll know this isn't the
right place for me. Why don't you come to dinner at his... our house
tomorrow night? Let's take it slow and see if we can have something where
we are both comfortable. Want to give it a try?"

"Sounds fair enough for me Tar, but I am gonna fuck that hot ass of yours,
cowboy." Bill strapped his helmet on while I stood and watched in an almost
daze. I had glimpsed his cock and now I was convinced that thing would tear
me a new asshole. It was only after he revved the engine that I realized my
pants were around my ankles. I bent to pull them up and Bill called, "Hey,
you can put those in the saddlebags if you want. But you might get a little
chilled between here and town."

Pants fastened and helmet snug, I straddled the bike. I twisted my head and
slammed my helmet into his and said, "Let's go smartass".

The ride into town was too short, I had snuggled up to Bill's broad back
and had it not been for the helmet I could have gotten comfortable enough
to fall asleep.

At the motel, parked alongside LBJ, I returned the helmet and jacket. There
was that awkward moment which could have been overcome by a kiss. Instead,
we made plans for him to join Doc and myself for dinner tomorrow night. I
stood and watched him until the taillights of the bike were lost to the
city night lights. Me and LBJ were a little concerned about finding Doc's
house in the dark but really had no problem. As I got out, I heard a
familiar rumbling sound and watched as Bill made a U-turn and headed back
to town.

Doc had left the house lit up like an airport runway. I am sure he did this
as a sign of welcome. I mused that he and David, and now Bill, made this
town feel like the right place for me.

Once in the house I quietly moved to the kitchen. I was surprised to find
Doc, clad in boxers heating up some hot chocolate. "Hey, Cinderella, how
was the ball?"

I wondered if any of the night showed in my face. "I had a good time. Did
you go to Julie's for dinner?"

"No, I heated up a can of soup and had some saltines. And you said I had no
food here. Kids these days don't know how to get along with the basics."

"Well could I interest you in some basic Bar-B-Que?" Doc got some plates
and I warmed the leftovers in the microwave. He seemed to enjoy the food
and asked questions about Bill, me and Bill and when was I going to see him
again. Strange but talking to Doc about Bill made me feel good. I left out
the best parts, but somehow there was a gleam in his eyes that let me know
I wasn't telling everything.

It seemed we only talked for a couple of minutes but the clock showed it
had been over an hour. We cleaned up and said good night.

As I drifted off to sleep I wondered how Bill knew I was moving in with
Doc. Small towns have a way of spreading news, especially about
strangers. I wondered if the whole town knew I as gay? I wondered if they
knew about me and Bill. Bill was my last thought as I drifted off.

I awoke to the smell of coffee. There was a mug of steaming coffee, sitting
on a warming pad. Alongside it were sugar, artificial sweetener and
creamer. It was a little after six and the sun was already above the
horizon. I turned off the warming pad and sipped the coffee sitting up in
bed. I was still a little in awe at the changes I had experienced in the
last forty eight hours. Through all those changes, Bill was the most
significant. His smile and those eyes seemed to overshadow all my
recollections since arriving in town.

Charged with caffeine, I headed to the bathroom, showered, shaved and
readied for the day. I found a note from Doc on the kitchen table. "T. R.,
take your time and come in when you're ready. I enjoyed the snack and the
conversation last night. Doc".

I figured I still had more than an hour to get to the clinic and still
arrive a half hour before office hours began. It would give me time to
check on the two overnighters.


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Hey,

Thanks for the emails. I am one of those that almost never emailed about a
story and I have been reading Nifty for years. Never really thought about
it much..... until I posted my story. Now, I think about it a lot.