Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2000 19:07:17 EDT
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Learning Season - chap 7

The Learning Season by Dave MacMillan

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Chapter Seven


Tears rimmed his eyes as Rich drove the hired truck into the car park of
the small, failing strip mall on Bellhaven across from the apartment
buildings he'd known as home until two days earlier. Home. It hadn't been
much; he known that for a long time - since he'd been going over to Vic's
with Dave. Still, though, it hadn't all been bad either.

Bellhaven was probably a better place than most for a kid to grow up. And
Ruby Dailey hadn't always been out of her mind on cheap booze and useless
men. He'd gotten through eighteen years without any real scars he knew
about. People left each other alone, minding their own business. He smiled
through the tears wetting his eyes. It had been pretty good.

Or would have been, if he hadn't known the Marshalls while he was growing
up. There weren't any of the guys he'd known in Bellhaven who spent a week
every summer on Cape Cod. Or had a man like Vic Marshall filing down life's
rough edges while they were growing up. Or knew how much better life could
be with enough money.

He pulled the hem of his tee-shirt up to wipe his eyes as he pulled his
thoughts back from the apartments and the life he'd had there. That was the
past - the good times and the bad. He was a man now and had to start
thinking like one.

For one thing, he needed to stop getting all wimpy when he remembered
growing up. He sure as hell wasn't going to start acting girlish like those
two men at the restaurant - even if he had turned out queer. He wasn't
locking his life away; he was just moving the junk his family'd collected
in the course of that life.

For another thing, he was going to be strong and not let Ron take over his
life and run it. It was his life and it was pretty tightly tied to Vic
Marshall. He sure as hell didn't need the man from the customizing shop
playing with his head until he was confused enough to drop his pants and
spread his legs. Even if he didn't love Vic Marshall, he couldn't let
anything happen that would destroy their relationship together.

He bit his lip as he turned into the park. "Maybe I should've just let Vic
take care of the whole thing," he mumbled to himself, forgetting his
decision to be strong. "Goddamn, why do I have to be so stubborn?"

He spied the other man at the far end of the car park and shivered. "Oh,
shit!" he yelped. "I'm in for it now."

He slowed the truck to a crawl and wished once again he'd let Vic come with
him - like the older man had offered to do. His palms were sweaty and he
found it hard to keep a grip on the wheel as he drove it the last few yards
to where Ron was sitting on the hood of a car so old he didn't recognize
it.

He forced his fear of the other man from his thoughts. He didn't need
anybody's sexual energy but Vic Marshall's. He didn't want it. He told
himself resolutely that there would be no way in hell that he'd ever
endanger his relationship with Vic for a roll in the hay with this or any
other man.

As he climbed out of the cab, he couldn't resist the pique of curiosity
about what it would be like with Ron. Just once. Just to find out if his
own sexual appetite came from Vic Marshall - or if it were there with any
good looking man who let it be known he was interested in him. He found his
eyes drawn to the front of the other man's cut-offs and was able to pull
them away only with difficulty.

"You're moving out of that dump?" the blond youth greeted him, pointing
toward the buildings across the street. At first, all Rich could see were
the full, pouty lips as they formed into a smile that threatened to dazzle
him. He could imagine what those lips and the teeth behind them could do to
him.

"Yeah-" For the first time in eight years he felt shame.

"I must be fucking crazy doing this," Ron groaned. "On my one day off too."

"I'll pay you," he responded quickly.

"I sure as hell expect you to, big Rich. Shit! We might as well go ahead
and get started."

"Yeah - I've got boxes and everything we'll need in the back of the lorry."
"Let's get this show on the road then," Ron said and rubbed the inside of
his hands across the front of his shorts and started for the hired truck.

Rich pulled up beside the curb in front of the building where he had lived
and stopped. "Your boy must be rich as all shit to hire you a sixteen
footer," the other man observed lazily.

"I don't know; he's a writer and puts out some kind of national
newsletter." He climbed down out of the cab and started for the door of the
ground-floor flat with Ron following closely behind him.

Entering the living room, he cringed at the litter that greeted them. Ron
whistled his surprise.

"Hey!" he grunted, feeling shame flooding over him again. "It wasn't all
that bad." He found himself wanting this man's approval and did not
understand why.

"Hey, man, I'm not turning up my nose. Shit! I live the other side of Route
One in a dump just as bad."

"So you know?" Rich stared at him dubiously.

The blond man snorted. "Shit! I'm twenty years old and ran away from home
in the West Virginia coal country four years ago. Now, I live with an old
man who doesn't know how to face a day without a case of beer."

"Yeah, I can imagine - sounds like my Mom."

"Only, this old man ain't my Dad."

Rich stopped short and decided to ignore the implications in the other
man's statement. He could feel Ron getting to him - his proximity and their
being alone together. His own curiosity. He didn't need anything else
drawing him even closer to the man. There was more than enough sexual
energy already between them as it was.

"Maybe, we ought to get started," he suggested, glancing at the kitchen
entrance, and decided to start there. He took a step toward the room as Ron
stuck out a hand to stop him.

"Uh - maybe we ought to discuss this thing first, big Rich?" Ron's eyes
were on his as he turned to face him.

"I said I'd pay you." He found he couldn't face the other man and he was
shivering at the touch of his hand on his arm. "Will fifty be enough?"

"Actually, I had something else in mind."

Rich stiffened. He accepted absolutely now that he should have permitted
Vic to pay men to move the Daileys out. His pride had stood in the way of
good judgement. But then he hadn't expected Ron to be so blatant.

Or been prepared for his own betrayal either. He was hard and he wanted to
make it with this man. Again, he felt shame sweep over him. "What do you
want, Ron?" he forced himself to ask.

The other man grinned. "I sure could use a piece of that cute ass of
yours."  Rich stared at him, his eyes wide. "Shit! I-" He stared down at
his hands, his face burning brightly.

"Come on, Rich. You can't fib to an old fibber, okay? I been getting boyass
since I was fourteen - I know when a guy's that way."

"You're saying I'm queer," he moaned and wished he could show some of the
anger he knew he should be showing. But he was queer and he wanted the man.

"Yep!" Ron grinned and placed his hand on Rich's neck. "Whether you admit
it or not, you got sugar in your tank - and I sure do like the looks of
your booty, son."

"Christ!" He slammed his fist into the door jamb. "God, why can't we just
be friends?" he moaned and wished that was all he wanted right now.

Ron laughed. "We can, good buddy - and, right now, I'm going to give you
what you want in a couple of different ways, and you're going to give me
what I want - what else are friends for?" He grinned as Rich's eyes came up
to meet his.

"Ron-" Tears of frustration welled in his eyes.

"Well?"

"Goddamn it! Okay. Vic Marshall's my lover - and I really do love him,"
Rich admitted and hoped somehow his admission would be enough to make the
other man back off. He already knew he didn't have enough will power to
stop what was going to happen himself. "He's even taking care of my mother
and sister for me."

"And you feel a real debt to him for that?" Ron asked, his hand still on
Rich's neck but unmoving.

"I - yes - sure, I do. But I love him too. Christ! I don't want anybody
else." He glanced down at the front of the other man's cut-offs and gasped
at the size of the bulge that had already grown there.

"I've got rubbers, baby - the deal's going down like this." He stroked
Rich's hair slowly and smiled. "I get one roll in the hay now, one when we
finish up here and, then, one more when we've finished unloading at your
storage bin."

Rich stared at the other man in disbelief. "You're fucking crazy!" he
managed to growl even as he accepted he was going to finally have the man
who'd made him accept himself.

Ron's smile. It held him as the man's hand descended down his neck onto his
bare shoulder and moved to his nearest nipple.

"I can call Vic right now and he'll pay for men to come in here and move
this shit." Even as he spoke the words, he remembered the satisfied look on
the older man's face when he'd refused his help.

Fingers encircled his nipple and were gently beginning to tweak it. "Go
ahead," Ron offered huskily. "If you want the man to have to do everything
for you, you ought to call him - and, next time you take a shit, you can
ask him to wipe you ass too." The man's other hand came from nowhere and
began to unbutton Rich's shorts.

"Don't." His voice was a weak protest and he knew it. It wasn't even a real
protest and Ron didn't treat it as such.

The first hand dropped down to join the one working the front of his
pants. Rich felt himself responding just as the hands slipped beneath his
briefs. One found his cock while the other one moved over his hip onto his
asscheek. He moaned. What he wanted was more than a hand just kneading his
ass. What he'd come to call the itch in his ass flared hungrily.

"Take mine, big Rich," the other man's voice whispered against his ear.

He couldn't remember Ron's voice being so low and husky, or so near.
Obediently, he reached across the inches separating them and found the
exposed erection waiting for him.

"Rich," the voice next to his ear called to him, pulling his attention to
it. "You know you want it. Let's go find your bed, baby - you lead us
there."  His hand still cupped around the man's cock, Rich led him through
the living room to his old bedroom.

At the doorway, he turned to the blond, his resistance momentarily
stiffening. "Please, Ron-" He knew he was begging. He wanted the man's cock
inside him and he knew taking one more step, entering the room before them,
would mean there was no stopping it from happening. And he knew he
shouldn't. He'd given himself to Vic.

Ron smiled and kissed him, taking him into his arms. He melted against him
immediately, surrendering to the man who held him, wanting him like he'd
wanted him since the first day he'd met him. Nothing else seemed real.

"Let's get on the bed, honey," Ron told him and led him into the room. He
followed him slowly, unthinkingly, but enjoying his visual feast of the
naked man waiting for him beside the bed.

He was on the bed facing the other man and didn't remember walking across
the room. Ron's fingertips moved along his legs, barely touching them,
tickling the hair on them, raising his sexual need to new heights. He
opened his eyes and saw as the other man open a foil packet and lift a
condom from it. He watched with increasing anticipation as it slipped over
the head of Ron's cock and began to unroll slowly down along its thick
shaft.

"R - Ron?" Rich managed, but the man grinned down at him as he raised his
legs onto his chest, pushing his knees onto his shoulders. "Please - oh,
shit! Hurry up and just give it to me."

He didn't understand his wanting the other man. It was crazy - yet,
somehow, it didn't matter. He just needed the other man fucking him. And
nothing else mattered. He was going to get the man he'd been dreaming of
the past two weeks.

Ron bent over him. His face swam closer to Rich's until their lips touched.
Rich surrendered to the tongue that moved past his lips and possessed
him. At his lovechute, he could feel the man's cock mindlessly searching
along his crack too possess him there as well. It found the entry into him
then and pushed steadily against his inner ring. Instinctively, he grasped
his own cock and began to stroke it as he capitulated to the cock as
marched triumphantly into him.



As the sun sank into the trees beyond the chain-link fence of the storage
facility Rich lay in the dusty bed of the emptied lorry, his body smeared
with cum, dust, and sweat. His ass tingled from the workout Ron had just
given it. And he was sated. He gazed up in the near darkness at the other
man.

"You've got one hot ass there, big Rich," Ron offered with a chuckle as he
pulled on his briefs.

"I'm glad you liked it," he mumbled, enjoying the satiation that still
possessed him.

"I guess we'd better get back over to Bellhaven and let me get my ass
home."

"Home!" Rich yelped and sat up, suddenly seeing Vic staring at him and
knowing his betrayal.

"Yeah, I guess you'll go home, get cleaned up, kiss your little sister
goodnight, and give the old man a little." Ron began to pull on his
cut-offs, fumbling with them in the dark. "See you tomorrow at work?"

"Work?"

"Come on, get your clothes on, man." the blond yelped as his hand touched
Rich's hip and found he was still naked.

"I-" Rich sobbed and tears began to roll down his cheeks. He hadn't even
been faithful for two days. All he could see was his little sister asking
him why Uncle Vic didn't want them any more.

Ron squatted beside him. "What's the matter, honey?"

"Vic's going to know. He's going to throw us out!" he wailed.

"No, he won't - he can't, Rich, honey." The man put his arms around him and
hugged him to him. "A shower gets rid of the dirt and sweat - and the cum
you've got all over you."

"What about the cum up my ass, Ron? What about that?"

"I used rubbers every time. You ain't got nothing up your ass, baby - and
your little love muscle'll be back tight as ever in another hour or
so. Your old man'll never know unless you tell him - believe me."

"But you'll spread it all over work that I'm gay."

"Why? If I did that, everybody'll know how I know." He snickered. "Besides,
you ought to have guessed from what I've said that I like dick too - almost
as much as I like booty."

"Y - you do?" Rich stared back at him in surprise.

"Sure, I do, honey."

"Then, why did you want to fuck me?" he groaned, trying to understand the
other man.

Ron laughed. "I sort of like being the fucker more than the fuckee. But -
shit - I get off either way." He was silent for a moment. "Tell you what -
next time we get it on together, I'll let you fuck me."

"If I get through this, there's not going to be a next time!"

"If that's what you want." Ron shrugged carelessly. "I'm going to be your
friend if you'll let me and - well - if you ever want to add a little spice
in your life, I'll be happy to be that too."

They drove back to the other man's car in silence. As Ron was getting out
of the lorry, Rich grabbed his arm. "You really won't tell anybody?"

"My lips are sealed, honey - don't worry." He laughed as he slammed the
door behind himself.

Rich drove slowly home to Vic Marshall and Christie - hoping he could pull
off what he was already seeing as the lie of the century. He was sure of
only one thing - he wanted Vic more than he'd ever imagined wanting
anybody.