Date: Tue, 4 Jul 2006 14:14:34 -0500
From: fireflywatcher ford <fireflywatcher@gmail.com>
Subject: Winning by the Numbers, Chapter 4

      Winning by the Numbers4
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	Winning by the Numbers, Chapter 4 : New Years

	The ranch house I always claimed as my birthplace, but
was actually where I was brought from the hospital had not been
lived in for over twenty years. It was used as a retreat by my
father's dad, my grandfather, on rare occasions and as a place to
plant a garden each year or have parties. As far as I knew, he
always lived in town and was now in a rest home apartment with
what you might call assisted living. It stood about halfway between
James and my mother's homes. I called Granddad and my uncle
and got permission to use the house New Year's Eve on the only
condition that I leave it cleaned up when I left. It was a big house
with six bedrooms, three on each end and a kitchen on each end
with a massive living room in the center that sported a twenty foot
wide fireplace, and had a patio outside equal in size to the house.
The pantries were stocked as was the freezer in each kitchen, but
mostly with venison and a little pork or beef from what was taken
to the locker plant over the last few months. A second house with
four bedrooms stood next to it. It was older and much smaller.
	Because it was used as a retreat, about thirty people could
sleep there between using the beds and couches that folded out. All
it lacked was alcohol. None of my family drank. Only a few
tolerated drinking and none tolerated drunk people. Well, maybe
those of my generation had a more tolerant spirit and followed the
rule of keeping your beer in a brown paper bag inside the
refrigerator. With me, what you see is what you get. Those flashing
red letters n my forehead reading 'faggot' convinced me I couldn't
hide anything, so if someone didn't want to fight they'd better shut
the fuck up and leave me alone. I am a nice guy, so why give me
grief?
	Mitch, Johnny Ray and my hometown buddies had all been
to the ranch before. I put a sign on the gate that said 'James
Karlisle' and gave him the directions and the phone number before
I left. There wasn't another house there abouts for 10 miles in
either direction and it sat on a hill with a mesa or flat top mountain
directly behind it.  Anyone that missed finding it or calling was a
true dumbass.
	My cousin Charlie was eighteen and the elected DJ for the
party. He knew that most of the guys whether they were James'
friends or mine would like country music, but some of us liked
rock. At least every third song had to be rock and in exchange he
got all he could drink and likely some fun he was hoping for from
the guys. He was a cute little redheaded fucker at about six foot
two and one forty five, but hung just a little better than me with a
hard dick that would stay that way all night long. I never did play
with him, what a pity.
	Not being really sure what food would be on hand, we
brought a few things and arrived about nine in the morning to get
things cleaned up and ready, Johnny Ray, Mitch and me that is. I
checked the freezers first and set some meat out to thaw and then
checked the wood pile to see if there was enough. All the furniture
and beds had covers over them to keep things from getting dusty.
Mitch and Johnny Ray folded them up and put them away. Charlie
had to ride in the back of my pickup and wasn;t in a friendly
mood. Hell, it was only thirty miles. The third time I came outside
he was still sitting in the back of the truck looking pissed off.
	"I swear, Charlie, you can sit on my lap on the way home if
nobody else has a spot for you!" I yelled over to him. He got out,
did his little dance to shake the road dust off him and finally
cracked a smile.
	"Give me a damn beer you son-of-a-bitch" he said and
everything was fine when I handed it to him. Mom sent along a
bowl of her potato salad, Aunt Mary (Mitch's mom) sent a fruit
salad and Johnny?s mom sent the black-eyed peas. Charlie just
brought that corn bread mix that only needs water added, but we
were set with all that and what was stocked at the house.
	Charlie got some music playing, which was the deal after
all. "What do you do up in Dallas?" he asked.
	"I don?t talk shop. If you want to know, come park your ass
on my couch for a while if your old pickup can make the trip" I
answered him. No one else even bothered to ask.
	"When I graduate in May I'll be there and looking for a
job, too" he said. I knew if he came I'd be trying to talk him into
college instead of a job, but toward a degree he could use to make
a living.
	James showed up about noon and had Clayton sitting
beside him in his Camaro. I had never expected to see Clayton and
wasn't really sure where home was for him. It never came up. It
turned out he was one of James' home boys which explained a
little about their connection. Six vehicles of various descriptions
pulled in behind them with several guys in each one and my
friends hadn't started arriving yet. I was thinking at this point that
the word 'party' was an inadequate description and bed space
might overflow to floor space for the night. The hay barn would
always work if it stayed warm enough overnight and the forecast
low was fifty five. My heart rate picked up the pace a little and I
got the feeling I'd need to get contact information and add most of
the guys to my candidate list. Poor Charlie was the smallest guy on
the place. He was still growing and filling out.
	I needed to thaw out more meat. I sent Johnny Ray and
Mitch on a road trip in my truck to bring back as much ice as they
could find. The three refrigerators were clean and empty and the
three chest freezers were less than half full, but the volume being
unloaded exceeded my capacity. The thought of drinking that
much exceeded my imagination. It was nearly all cases of Coors
which went for $4 a case then, but damn that was a lot of beer. It
went off if it got warm; too, it wasn't pasteurized and was the
original. The term 'rodeo beer' or 'rodeo cold' didn't work with
Coors. A friend had kept a few in his truck for the drive home from
work and had an allergic reaction after drinking it warm and had to
stick to liquor after he got released from the hospital, for life. I'd
rather die than be allergic to beer.
	The afternoon reached near eighty again and only three
pecan trees at one end of the patio offered any shade, but without
leaves during the winter it wasn't a lot of shade. The native trees in
the surrounding pastures were mostly mesquite and eight feet tall
at the highest. Shirts got shed and then pants got shed and it was a
good thing the house stood pretty far up from the road. James took
over the barbeque and Charlie kept the music playing as promised.
I kind of sat back and became my invisible self because I could
never match this many faces to names if I tried. We all have
limitations. By four in the afternoon nearly all the expected guests
had arrived.
	I got drunk, not mean drunk or loud drunk or obnoxious
drunk, but a nice quiet mellow drunk sitting near James tending the
grill and watching all the guys as they moved around and gathered
in groups. People watching is a sport in my book. Before the sunset
around six, Mitch and Johnny Ray had a blaze going in the fire
circle beside the grill and as the shadows grew the light streamed
out the windows from inside the house, I'd never seen so many
hard dicks swinging in my life. I slowed my consumption and was
more clear headed by the time Dick Clark showed the ball
dropping in Times Square at eleven our time. At midnight I was
arare when I shared a long hot kiss with James and swapped spit
with a few others after that. James led me by the hand back to my
bedroom shortly after that and we may have been the only two
people present at the party who didn't have sex that night, we just
fell asleep.
	James and I joined the birds in breaking the silence of the
morning by making up for the sex we missed out on the night
before. After a shower we made coffee in the kitchen and noticed a
pot of Black-eyed peas and another of okra and tomatoes
simmering on the stove with several plates of corn bread on the
counter nearby. The cornbread signaled that Charlie had been
busy. We found him leaned back in the corner of the living room
with a guys head resting on his chest and the guys bare ass hanging
out from the blanket covering them. Charlie flashed us a wink as
we took seats to drink our coffee. He had the blanket tented out
pretty far.
	Charlie moved from under the guy and slid around to that
waiting ass. The guy moaned real sweetly in his sleep, or half sleep
as Charlie slid in and went to pounding that butt. He pulled out and
turned him over pulling the guys legs over his shoulders and
pounded a while longer. Then Charlie pulled out and moved up
where he was squatting with his dick across the guys forehead and
grasped him by the back of the neck pulling his mouth towards
Charlie's dick. Charlie stuck a finger in the guys mouth and
followed it by plunging his meat down the guys throat and started
pounding in again. The guy gave a little cough and as Charlie
pulled back we saw a last load shot into the open mouth before
Charlie moved away.
	Charlie picked up a small jar of Vaseline from the coffee
table, applied a little with a couple of strokes and moved on to
another semi-sleeping body and filled another waiting ass. Over
the next hour as James and I sat drinking coffee, Charlie moved to
at least six other guys and did the same thing, staying hard the
whole time, then he joined us for a cup of coffee.
	"How many guy's have you fucked tonight, Charlie?" I
asked him.
	"All of them. Every damn one except you and James" he
answered. "I've hit the best ones several times, too. I love a nice
tight ass that bucks back to meet me while I'm stroking in."
	"You deserve a prize, but I think Dave and I should make it
unanimous." James responded. Charlie was still hard. We hit every
combination three guys could do back in the bedroom and Charlie
had a fine ass himself. I was glad I'd waited to play around with
him until he had polished his talents.
	"I guess I won't have to sleep on that old couch Granny
gave you if I come to visit" Charlie commented as we headed back
to the kitchen.
	"Not all the time" I answered. I left the aspirin bottle open
sitting beside the coffee pot after the third request for some. A few
guys ate but most grabbed a cup of coffee and some aspirin and
staggered to their cars. By now, only James, Charlie and myself
were still there. Mitch, Johnny Ray, and Clayton had all taken rides
with others to get home. We hauled all the trash to the pit in the
back pasture and smashed the cans to sell. It was fifty cents a
pound and there was a shitload of cans. Charlie would sprinkle a
little dirt in each one before he smashed it down with his boot.
James noticed it first and gave me a wink and nodded for me to
watch. I might have been born at night but not last night and the
kid had a winner there. James and I both started doing the same
thing. It took longer but it would pay off.  After cleaning
everything up and getting most of the covers spread back over the
furniture, we decided to spend another night on the big king sized
bed. We had plenty of food and ten cases of beer got left behind by
the guys.
	The next morning we only had to cover a few pieces of
furniture and the bed, and get a little trash out. We put the food in a
cooler and some beer in another one, loaded the bags of cans and
followed James into Abilene to cash in. We all had a few more
days off, even me because I worked at a school, and when we got
$150 for the cans we followed James home and dropped off his
car.
	I always loved the mountains in northern New Mexico
around Eagles Nest and Angel Fire so I convinced them we would
have a wasted winter if we didn't get to play in the snow at least
once. Ice didn't count and that's about all we usually got to see.
Snow is fluffy and packs into balls you can throw, and sliding
down hills beats playing on flat ground even if it does snow before
spring. With the can money we could buy the gas for the trip and
get a motel room, so we headed north west and began our five hour
drive