Date: Mon, 29 Nov 2010 02:13:51 -0500
From: Ben Joseph <shaggy85x@gmail.com>
Subject: Milo And Other Grains Part 4
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permission from author required for distribution, all events are
ficititious and any similarities are coincidental.
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appreciate the feedback it motivates me to write.
Milo And Other Grains Part 4
The parking lot is empty, Stacy finally left. After giving me a lot
of shit. I know it's crazy but he'll show up, and finally he does,
thirty minutes late. I text Stacy so she won't worry the rest of the
night. The windows in Atticus' truck are down and he is shouting to me
while driving around me in circles. He finally stops and opens the
door and I jump in.
"Hey,"
That's all he says. "Hey." No, sorry I'm thirty minutes late.
It's so stupid, why does he have to be like this sometimes and why
doesn't it really bother me more.
"Where were you!?!" I try to reason with the beast.
"Nowhere, where were you?" Atticus states while smirking. I laugh
and hold onto the door handle as Atticus speeds away.
We are driving erratically and I am getting concerned, but should
I be? This is what I signed on for and its, well, exciting among other
things and I am beginning to understand why Glen was concerned with me
hanging out with Atticus.
Suddenly the truck stops. "I shouldn't be driving." Atticus jumps
out of the truck and opens the passenger door, I shift over, I guess
I'm the driver now. "Here comes the sun" is filtering through the
speakers and Atticus is moving closer and singing. And finally he
rests up against my shoulder. I really don't know what to do. So I
just sit there slowly driving with Atticus on my side. I realize I
should be the one who is drunk and I should be the one being taken
care of right now.
"Sorry I was late Milo," He looks at me with his big green eyes
and he looks adorable, any anger I once had is leaving my body. God I
love it when I feel him, any part of him. I want to stop this truck,
throw Atticus in the back and ravage him.
"I think I'm gonna be sick" Atticus leaps towards the passenger
door and I slam on the brakes. Atticus doesn't make it fully outside
rather he is leaning out the window expelling a large amount of liquid
to put it nicely. He finishes after about ten minutes.
"Are you alright?" I inquire.
"Yeah, woo, I feel a lot better, hey, can you stop at a gas station?"
"Yeah sure," I stop at the nearest gas station and offer to go
inside seeing as he might make a scene. I get him some water and gum.
When I get back to the truck Atticus seems like he is back to normal,
well whatever normal is to Atticus.
"Thanks man,"
I look at him and tell him, "That's alright, just looking out for a friend,"
Atticus turns and sort of squints at me and then states, "ya know
Milo, I like you,"
"Yeah Atticus, I like you too." I state kind of chuckling to myself.
"No, I mean I really like you Milo, a lot of my friends wouldn't
put up with my shit like you do, I like that about you."
"Well what can I say I can tolerate your shenanigans I guess," I
answer quizzically. Then I add, "but it's really just for the weed
hookup," and I laugh.
"Fuck you Milo," Atticus is smirking and still squinting at me.
He looks like he is trying to peg me, trying to get inside of me and
understand what makes me tick, understand who I really am underneath
all the bullshit and veils that help me hide and blend in and
misrepresent myself.
"Hasn't your mother ever told you that if you keep making that
face its gonna stay like that." I ask Atticus.
He sits there and I drive further into the country, he lights up
a joint which I take a hit of and then another. I wish I could just
take this truck to any shore, some faraway place that concerns neither
of us. I stop at a stop sign and I get the shock of my young life as
his lips meet mine. This is unreal, I am lightheaded, I feel like I'm
spinning. They say you're supposed to close your eyes when you are
kissing someone but my eyes are wide open. This is so new I don't
think it is registering in any sense. A questioning overcomes me, why
is he doing this, why does this feel so good, is this real?
Atticus tells me, "I've wanted to do that for awhile now."
I am dumbfounded and I try to stammer some string of cognizable
speech. "uh yeah, me too," I manage.
"Hey turn in here," Atticus points to a pathway between two
fields and I immediately comply. The truck stops with a cloud of dust
that envelopes us. Everything is so still, so silent. I feel my heart
beat increasing, I look at him in the cab of the truck. His door opens
and I jump out of mine. He hops in the bed of the truck and I follow.
I kind of know what to do but not entirely. He is laying down and he
is unbuckling his jeans. I lay down too, I'm timid and unsure. My
inexperience is trumped by his ferocity. His left hand grabs my hair
and it forces me down. And he is on top of me, gazing drunkenly but
not from the alcohol. His hands start moving all over me and I'm not
doing anything, I'm paralyzed, my actions are gripped by some
unnamable force within myself. But that doesn't seem to forestall any
of his movements. I breath out and I relax, the shock of everything is
slowly leaving my body, a quiet soothing wave sweeps over me.
He keeps kissing me and I'm unsure, unsure of how this happened,
unsure of my good luck, and unsure of how to do any of this. He has
fully disrobed himself and is on top of me. I look in his eyes, down
to his nose and lips, soft, beautiful, kissable, present lips. I look
across his chin and strong neck. My hand comes up and caresses it, I
gaze past his chest and abs and find something, strong throbbing
toward me telling me that I was the object of its desire. He pulls my
pants off while I work on my shirt. Everything is in bloom around us,
that's at least how it feels. We are naked and Atticus is thrusting.
His cock slides back and forth on my right thigh grazing past my nuts
and very erect dick. His wiry pubes tickle me and cause me to laugh
and Atticus stops and looks at me with this longing look, like he is
seeking all kinds of approval that only I can give him. I smile and
kiss him and he resumes his movements along my upper thigh and he
takes his right hand and grabs my dick tightly jerking me off and
lurching into me. Our breathing is increasing and Atticus is slightly
moaning as he buries his head into my shoulder. The air is cool but
our bodies are radiating heat in waves licking our skin. He increases
his grip and pushes faster and faster and then releases my dick and
just holds onto my body and continues to hump me. A moan escapes my
mouth, I move my hands across his back feeling his muscles tense and
relax, this feels so incredible and I know I'm going to cum very soon.
Then Atticus stiffens and shudders and I feel his cum spraying across
my stomach and leg and dick and then I grab his ass and I explode on
both of our stomachs. Atticus lays on top of me panting.
"That was amazing," Atticus is looking at me while laughing and
catching his breath.
"Yeah it was, shit, Atticus, I didn't know you where gay," I look
at him beaming.
"Yeah, we should probably get going," he gives me this weirded
out look while propping himself up and then rolling off of me. Then he
starts to quickly dress.
I start dressing too and state, "Yeah, it's getting kind of late.
I've got to work in the morning I should be getting home." I don't
know what to think, I've stepped over some invisible line and Atticus
seems to be thrown off. There is this awkwardness that now surrounds
us.
I jump in the passenger seat and Atticus drives to my grandpa's
in complete silence. He pulls in the driveway and turns to me, "Milo,
I don't exactly know what I feel for you, it's crazy, I like you a
lot, I like being around you, when I see you I get a big grin on my
face. I want to spend more time hanging out with you."
He leans in and kisses me again, "I don't know what this is, but I
like it and I like you,"
I jump out and smile and tell him bye. I don't know what to think,
I'm stunned and I'm happy, it feels different and good. And as Atticus
pulls out of the drive I just sort of stand and watch until I can't
see the red tail lights of his truck anymore. I go inside the house
and notice its two in the morning. "Fuck," I mutter to myself, this is
not going to make tomorrow very fun, well technically today. I make my
way to bed and I can't go to sleep, my dick is completely erect and
won't go down, I think about the way Atticus held me tight in the back
of that truck and I jerk off and finally drift off to sleep.
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"Milo, MILO! Get your ass down here it's getting late,"
"Okay, okay" I shout back and let my head fall back on the pillow
for just another second.
"Damn it Milo, get down here!"
I finally wake up and throw on my jeans and head downstairs to
greet grandpa and Glen who are eating breakfast.
"You know Milo you could learn a thing or two from Glen here, he
shows up to work early, ain't that a concept," Grandpa completes his
statement with a sarcastic smirk.
"Well it doesn't look like your getting too much work down right
now," I state while reaching for a piece of toast.
Grandpa chuckles and states, "Aw, just for that I'm making you
get up on the barn to paint the roof,"
I look at my grandpa, praying that he is just kidding around,
"What, are you serious?"
"Yep, but don't worry, you'll have company, Glen will be up there
too, that roof needs a new coat." I go back upstairs and change into a
older pair of jeans. When I make it outside, Glen is already taking
supplies out to the barn and I join him.
Glen helps me transition to the roof from the ladder, the slope
isn't that steep but it takes me a second to adjust my balance. It
might sound strange to some, painting a roof, but this barn's roof is
tin and for it to withstand rusting we have to get up here every
couple of years and slap on this metallic goop, at least that is what
it looks like. It comes in five gallon buckets and looks like mercury.
"Hey Milo, you've got to be careful up here, take this rope and
tie it around your waist, I don't need your Grandpa blaming me for you
falling off this roof and breaking your leg."
"Okay," I take the rope and begin tying when Glen interrupts me
laughing. "What are you laughing at?" I look at him glaringly.
"You call that a knot," He states pointing to my waist.
"Yeah what's the matter with it," and then I glance down to see
my limp knot slowly coming undone and falling off of me completely and
I start laughing.
"Here let me help you" Glen takes the rope and gently ties the
rope around my waist and hesitates making sure of his knot and then he
starts to jerk the knot a little making sure of its hold.
"Woo there Glen, Grandpa might think you're doing something else
than tying a knot if he looks up here now."
Glen blushes and laughs, "haha your right, he might be a little
pissed, the farmhand deflowering the farmer's daughter----'s son."
I look at him and waited until he said "--'s son,". "I thought
so," I tell him.
We begin painting and by the mid morning the sun is beaming and I
am sweating through my clothes. I peel my shirt off and Glen takes his
off too. Wow, I forget how good Glen actually looks, his muscles are
getting more defined and bigger than they already were. We make more
and more progress, we work on opposite sides and are nearing the
middle where our ladder is located. I stop and watch Glen working, a
drop of sweat slowly trails down his back and shimmers in the
sunlight. I'm drooling over this scene in front of me and Glen
suddenly turns around and gives me a weird look.
"So I guess Grandpa was right, farm work really does get ya a
great body," I state and almost immediately regret.
Glen gets a huge smile on his face, "Oh you think I have a great
body Milo, then watch this" He slowly starts dancing towards me like
some male stripper.
"Fuck you Glen, stop, really stop," I step back and he keeps
advancing gyrating closer and closer and he unbuckles the first button
on his jeans. "I warned you Glen, and then I take my paint roller and
cover Glen's stomach with the metallic paint.
He stops and gives me this look of shock and grabs me and sits me
down on the roof, "Don't try and struggle or we're both gonna fall
off," and then he takes his finger and dips it in the paint and puts
silver whiskers on my face.
"Glen, you're a bastard, I'm gonna kick your ass when we get down
from here."
Glen laughs and responds, "I would love to see that, besides
you're too in love with my body to want to injure it,"
"Oh fuck you, can't you take a damn compliment," I state and then
smile and look away blushing.
Glen looks at me and his face softens and he states, "Yeah, I
can, thanks." And he sounds completely sincere.
We finish and I go to clean the horse barn as Rosco still acts crazy
around Grandpa and Glen.
"Rosco, have I heard that you've been a jerk lately," Rosco walks
over excitedly and I scratch his neck. "Oh Rosco, you're going to need
to calm down or else I'll always have to clean this damn barn out." I
finish and turn around to find Glen at the entrance and Rosco turns to
look as well and decides to sprint out of the gate toward Glen. He
manages to scramble over the nearest fence and Rosco starts running
around his field. I rush over to Glen, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, but that fucking horse is crazy!" Glen's face is still in shock.
"I know I don't know what his problem is." I state with concern.
"Well lets head inside and eat,"
"Alright," Glen states, then adds, "Hey we're still one for
Saturday right?"
"Yeah, sure," I pause. "You make it sound like a date," I state laughing.
"Well who knows, you'll have go to find out," He states smiling.
We go inside and eat and then Stacy picks me up for work. "Hey
Milo, how are you feeling today?"
"Fine, why?" I answer.
Stacy says, "Well I just figured you would be hung over, I heard
Atticus is a party animal and Tim texted me last night saying that
there was a huge party at some random girl's house and you have silver
whiskers on your face."
"Oh shit, damn it, how could my Grandpa and Glen let me leave like
this, I was painting earlier and Glen's dumbass put these on my face.
But anyways no, I didn't party at all, what I did consisted of taking
care of a drunk Atticus." I state while conveniently leaving the rest
of the night's details out.
"Oh, that sucks,"
"yep," I state trying to cover up my intense joy I have whiling
thinking about Atticus and me last night.
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