Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2000 01:05:32 GMT From: Rand * <mik_l@hotmail.com> Subject:"September Steam" HS (t/t) Thanks to those who wrote me encouragement after "August Heat". This continues the story of Mark. My thanks to J.O. Dickingson for his continuous help and advise as well as his wicked humor. This is a work of fiction; comments will be appreciated - Rand mik_l@hotmail.com September Steam Of course she was talking. Her face is animate, her hands flowing and her mouth discharging words like a machine gun would discharge bullets. Brandon's back is towards me so I only see his dark black hair shimmering in the lights of the mall. Saturday night in western Oklahoma, where else would a guy be, especially since there's no a rodeo in town. "Watch it," brings me back to the mall and the crowd waiting for the movie to start. I headed toward the ticket counter to get my ticket. "What movie are you going to see?" "Oh, hi Natasha, haven't decided." "Well the gang is going to see `Mickey Blue Eyes' why don't you come?" "The gang? Who's the gang?" "You know, Carla, April, David, Brandon and me." "Oh, well, sounds good, but I'd rather see `Universal Soldier' I think." I don't need to spend time being close to what I can't have. I mean Brandon is as friendly as always, but it is torture wanting more than I can have. I walk on up to the ticket counter and just stare at the girl. "Do you want to see a movie?" "Ah, actually no, thanks." I turn and walk back towards the food court, find a table, order a coke and numbly smile and say hellos letting my mind go blank. When the movie opens its doors, I wait for the crowd to head in and then I leave. A cool September night, probably with a clear black sky and blazing stars somewhere beyond the orange haze of the mall parking lot lights. A door opens and I hear the music from a jukebox. The pool hall seems to have some action so I walk across the parking lot. Stepping inside, I'm assaulted by smoke and noise. The room has rectangles of light shining down on tables circled by shadow figures. The sound of balls hitting, a few curses and the inane noise of the arcade all combat with the jukebox. I move toward the arcade games and find a pinball machine. I put my fifty cents in and start playing. I buy a coke when the waitress pesters me. "Not bad, but I can do better." He doesn't look older than me, or not too much. Wearing T-shirt and jeans like me but with cowboy boots rather than Nikes. "Want to play? I'm Mark." "Sure, I know, we're in Mr. Lukie's history class. I'm Jason." "Sorry Jason, guess I don't know everyone yet." I can't place him, he's a good six inches shorter than my 6' 3" but looks like he is solid muscle. His jeans curve over his ass, and what a fine ass, two round globes incased in denim. Just looking is making me hard. Why haven't I noticed him? "I'll go first, ok?" "Sure Jason, let's see how good you are." He plays well and as I move to take my ball, Jason eases up to the side of the game. His crotch is practically against my hand working the flipper button. I let the ball go and get lost in playing the machine. "Good ball, you may be a challenge after all." Jason is pushing me out of the way to get to the machine. One of his hands is on my arm, the other at my waist guiding me aside so he can play his ball. "Well I try. Probably don't have as much practice as you, though. Are you really in Lukie's class? Where do you sit?" "Hey, do I talk while you're shooting?" I watch the ball, slamming against targets, looping around the board, up to the other level, down a trap, posed on the flipper while Jason eyes the target he wants and lets the ball slide down the flipper to be flung upwards. I think his hair is brown, it shakes over his brow as he stares intently at the game. His lips pout and grimace as he wills the ball to where he wants it to go or watches it careen out of control as the targets and bumpers play. "You are good," I say as the ball drains down the side. I wait for him to move and then place myself in front of the machine. I start my ball and barely notice as he moves closer so that his crotch again is right at my fingertips. "Just luck." Jason mutters as again, he bodily moves me away from the machine so he can play his ball. I am smiling, who is this little imp? "Want to break the tie or play some pool?" I ask as his last ball comes short of beating me. "Nine ball sounds good." "I'll rack." He handles the cue well, but power shoots every shot. He plays pool like he plays pinball, aggressive with almost a fury. I almost expect the table to go tilt. I enjoy watching him bend over the table, stretching out, his jeans tightly hugging his body, his hair showing shades of brown and even red under the table light. "Good shooting." I reach for the chalk and look over the table. The five is now an easy cut after his miss; the six will go in the side and if I bring the cue ball down ought to be able to bank the seven. The problem will be to get the eight off the side rail. I don't like long rail shoots. I'd win the first two games of nine ball so we try eight ball. In the first game, I scratch on the eight and in the second fall victim to a lot of luck. "Look at the time - my mom's going to be out front soon; I'm suppose to be watching a movie. You need a ride Jason?" "I live a ways out, I'll just call home." "You live west? We live on 3 mile road, not too much beyond that." "Yeah, on two mile road, guess it wouldn't be too much out of your way." We put the cue sticks back and step out in the night. Leading the way, I step down and into the parking lot. "We'll be happy to give you ride Jason." Suddenly he is up around my shoulders with his legs around my waist. "Ok, give me a ride!" I laugh and hook my arms under his knees and take off into the parking lot heading for the spot my parents always met me. Halfway there, I pause, panting I release him. "Off, you've ridden me far enough!" Jason slides off but he keeps one hand on my back. "You ride pretty well." "Maybe, but I'm used to being on top." I am almost laughing. It is fun being with Jason, I realize I enjoyed the evening. The noise of the crowd leaving the mall from the movie quiets me. I stand straight and start walking across the lot. "My parents met me over here." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I speak with Jason every day at school. He is in my history class but gets there quick and sits in the back. A couple of times I find him in the school cafeteria and sit with him and some of his fellow wrestlers. By mid-week we punch or nudge one another in the hallways when we pass. "Mark - phone honey." My mom yells from the kitchen. "Hello" "Mark? It's Jason. What's going on dude?" "Not much dude, just getting some chores done. What's up with you?" "I was going to take the horses out for a ride and thought you might want to come." "Sounds good to me. Give me about 30 minutes to get there though." I'm already grabbing my boots out of the closet. Riding the bicycle with boots is a hassle but riding a horse in tennis shoes - no way. "Sorry, it took me longer than I thought." Jason is standing by the road waiting for me. He's wearing boots, tight jeans, shirt and jean jacket. I probably should have worn my jacket, can never tell about an Oklahoma day in the fall. Either bakes you or freezes you; most likely does both. Dress warm in the morning and burn up in the afternoon. But that is the land, promises one thing, delivers another; like our politicians I suppose. "No hurry, just going to take it easy today." I'm still on my bike, one leg holding me up. Jason walks towards me, smiling and rests a hand on my leg. "Just enjoying Indian summer and thought you'd like to too." "Yeah, sounds sweet. Where to?" "Round back to the barn." He starts walking so I get off the bike and walk beside him. It feels good to have a horse beneath me. I lean forward and stroke its neck feeling muscle and hair. Being out riding brings a stillness in me. I want to marvel at the world and be one with it all. Jason must feel the same for we communicate with silence, stealing glances at him I am occasionally caught and we both smile. We ride along the creek bed, meandering beneath the scrawny trees beside fields put to wheat. Soon we cross a dirt section road and ride into a pasture where cattle are kept and continue till we reach one of the farm ponds. "As much as I enjoy riding, it is good to get off and walk." I follow Jason's lead and let horse free. "You've just got a soft ass, that's all." "Probably do - guess you'll have to invite me riding more often." Like most ponds around here, this one was a creek bed enlarged and dammed. Jason leads us to a large rock dug out building the pond and we sit, look at the world and watch ripples on the water. I take my arm and wrap it around his shoulder. "Thanks for inviting me- it's sweet out here." Jason leans in to me and forces us back and prone. His head rests on my arm, the sun shines down and in silence our confidence grows. The warmth of the sun feels so good; Jason shifts and is on his side, his head now resting on my shoulder. My arm is dangling, but that ok. I feel his hand upon my chest, his fingertips tracing patterns, pausing at buttons. He unbuttons my shirt and his hand slides beneath and plows through my hair to a nipple. "You're hairy" Jason whispers. "You don't like?" I ask in mock surprise. "No, it's cool," he says as he moves a little closer. I raise my arm and hug him, running my hand over the sun heated jacket. It seems odd to be doing this yet so right. He's not Brandon, there is no game being played. I don't have to act, and I've already surrendered control, so I twist my head and dry lips meet dry lips. I'm hard, I'm acting stupid, yet I'm happy. "Is it ok to be doing this?" I ask as our lips part. His head follows mine back and nips at my lips, locking lips again this time for a real kiss. "No, we're damned and going to hell." There is sadness in his voice and he places his head back on my chest. So I wrap my arms around him and hold him close. "So, I'm damned if I do, and live in hell if I don't? Gee, what great choices - who thought this game up. You know, I'm tired of playing games - especially ones I don't understand and didn't ask to play." Jason props himself up and stares at me. I blush - so childish to lose control. I don't want to be childish in front of Jason. "What?" I ask plaintively. Jason smiles then leans towards me and we kiss. It is a lingering kiss, I move my tongue into his mouth and move my hands up his sides and pick and push him on top of me. I envelop him in my arms and crush him into me. My left hand holds his head against mine while my right hand presses against his back. The denim feels warm and tightly spread almost a skin. I move my hand further down onto his ass and cup a cheek, squeezing and rubbing. Jason is grinding his body against mine with both hands holding my head. I'm so horny and so hard I ache. "Jason, oh Jason, dude, can you spend the night with me?" I start kissing his neck and face. I can not taste him enough. "Sex, is that all you think about?" It is a slap to my face and my hands stop their groping. Have I messed this up - No, please don't let me mess this up. I open my eyes and start to speak when I see him grinning down at me. "Don't do that to me. Geesh but you had me scared. No, occasionally I think of food too." My hands cradle his face, "Really, I don't have to have sex with you, but I have to have you. I want to hold you and kiss like we are doing now, but on something a little more comfortable than a rock." Jason jumps up and grabbing my arm pulls me up. "I'm sorry, forgot where we were." "So, think you can spend the night?" I ask, pulling him back into an embrace. "Maybe, or you can spend it here, maybe camp out away from everyone else." "Sweet" I mumble, as I taste his lips. My hands running up and down his back and onto his ass. "Mom, Jason and I want to camp out tonight, would that be ok - his parents say fine. Oh, we're going to ride out, check out some spots for deer trails. Ok, great, thanks." Jason is smiling knowing that everything is set up. "Get your bike and let's go get my bedroll and stuff." I'm smiling and anxious. The sky is clear and full of stars. A sliver of the moon shines. It is a crisp clean night, a fall night, a night to feel insignificant yet glad to be alive. The fire we built has burned to coals, orange and black with wisps of yellow flames darting across the tops. Jason is in my lap my arms wrapped around him, his arms on top of mine. I am in awe, not of just nature, but of Jason and the feeling I have. With Brandon I'd had sex and no emotion, well none from him. With Jason, I'm having emotion, giving and taking and as of yet, no sex. Brandon was a test or a game or an act so that it wouldn't be his fault and he wouldn't be damned. Is that it; was he so fearful of being damned, of sinning that it had to be all my doing? I shudder and then nuzzle Jason's neck. "What? You cold or getting cramped? I could move?" "Just try to move dude, I won't let you without a fight." Hugging him closer to me. "I'm just glad to be here, to be with you. It's all so." "Yeah, it is, isn't it." "Look at all those stars, how big the sky is." I shiver again and hugging him close attack his neck again with my mouth and tongue. "Why don't we go get in the tent. It's starting to get cool." Suddenly I feel awkward, here we are together, alone, just the two of us. Getting ready for bed, that means getting undressed. Why am I nervous - this is what I want, us naked. It is dark in the tent, only the glow from the fire casting feeble rays of light towards us. Pulling my shirt off I bump the side of the tent and the whole thing starts wobbling. "Hey, no hurry, we've got all night." I know Jason is just being funny, but I'm embarrassed. "Sorry, just doesn't seem to be much room." "You tall guys are all alike, clumsy." Jason laughs then reaches over, "Here, I'll help." I lower my arms and just watch as Jason tugs my shirt off. "Now for the boots." I stretch my legs out from under and watch as Jason makes a production out of prying the boots off. "You know, it's my turn next so you better treat me right." "I'll treat you better than you deserve." He says laughing and pulling my socks off. "What big feet you have;" he laughs, "now lay back." His hands reach up and run up my thighs over my basket to my belt, which he unbuckles. He stops and looks up at me, I wish I could see him clearer, he remains a dark shape but I feel his hands as he places them on my basket, pressing against my cock and balls. Then he pulls the top button loose, then the next. With each one he lingers to rub the backs of his fingers against my underwear. Finally his knuckle rubs against my hardening shaft. I moan. His fingers brush, glide, rub and press against my cock. I can feel pre-cum oozing out of the head. He stops rubbing my cock and I next feel his fingers gripping my pants around the waist. I left myself up and he pulls the jeans and underwear down. I am naked in the darkness of the tent, my cock is stiff and waving in the cool air. Jason's hands find me and move across my body. They grab my cock and suddenly his mouth is covering my cockhead. He pulls the skin down and exposes the knob to his tongue. I feel it flicking and caressing my cockhead its tip prying into my piss hole. His hands are playing with my balls and caressing my legs. "Enough!" I shout. It my turn now. "Come-on, stop, let me cool down." Jason eases back and I sit up hands reaching out in front of me. I find his shoulders and pull him close for a kiss. "I wish we had some light. I'd love to be able to see you." I say as we brake our kissing and my hands start undressing him. "Some things are best done in the dark so they won't be seen." Jason speaks lowly, almost in shame. "Hey, I don't need to be drunk nor do I need the darkness to hide in. I enjoy being with you and having sex with you. You got a problem with that?" I laugh a little, hoping that nothing is wrong. "It's - I just - you know, " he is stammering and my heart is hurting, I bring him close again and kiss him, pulling his shirt off so our chests are bare against each other. I force him back down with me so he is prone on top of me as my tongue invades his mouth. My fearless Jason is hiding, the reckless and aggressive Jason. My hands press him harder into me. My hands move to his jeans and I fumble with the belt buckle and then with the top button. I am still kissing him, I don't want to give him a chance to talk, to voice the fear he must have within himself. I have his jeans open and stop the kissing to lower them. Damn, his boots. He still has his boots on. Suddenly Jason is laughing and then I'm laughing. I grab him and hold him close as we both laugh, but at what, I'm not sure. His boots off and his clothes flung over with mine, Jason is on his back with me looming over him. It is too dark to see his features, but my hands are touching his legs, running over them to his cock and his balls. I grab his cock at the base and lower my head. His cock head is slick against my tongue and I taste the tangy pre- cum that is Jason. I suck and lick and suddenly my nose is in pubic hair and Jason is bucking underneath me. I swirl my tongue raising my head just so his cock head is in my mouth. Sucking hard I let it pop out of my mouth and lower my face to his balls. A smell of denim, horse, sweat and the tickle of hairs all greet me as I tongue his ball sack and suck one ball then the other into my mouth. Sucking his sack taunt, I wash a ball with my tongue, then letting the ball go, nibble at the sack pulling on the skin and hairs between my lips. "Oh, that feels so good." Jason is trying to pull me up to his face, but I'm resisting wanting to taste his cock again. I win, feeling the jerking shaft against my lips, swirling my tongue around the head and then engulfing it all till my nose is buried in his pubic hairs. Jason bucks and my hands move to grab and hold a cheek of his ass each. Taunt flesh that spastically relaxes into soft melons of flesh only to be clenched again rock hard as his cock is thrust again in my throat. I squeeze and suck and swirl my tongue until there is a cry and splashes of hot cum fill my mouth. Jason, I'm tasting Jason, his seed. "You didn't have to." "I wanted to, ok, my decision, my selfish choice to enjoy myself at your expense. Should I say I'm sorry?" My words might be harsh but I'm whispering them in his ear, the same one that I'm licking and nibbling. Jason is squirming beneath my assault. I have him pinned to the floor of the tent covering him partially with my body, my hard cock resting on his thigh. "It felt so good, it was so incredible." "Compliments will get you everything, even another round." I lick his neck and find a nipple surrounded by a few hairs. It might be a cool September night, but I'm determined to create some steam with Jason.