Date: Sat, 5 Dec 2015 20:25:54 -0500
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: The Marriage Fixer

                        THE MARRIAGE FIXER
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "You need Evan." said Jacob Carter as he rocked amiably upon the front
porch of the general store.  It was the biggest of the four businesses in
the town, and like the others, existed mainly to allow the surrounding
farmers to buy food and other necessities for their farms.  A common enough
rural scene in this year of 1834 in the mountains of Tennessee, an old man
in a rocking chair and a younger farmer seated nearby, passing the time on
a hot summer afternoon.  Terrance Mosley had admitted he was having trouble
with his wife and had received in return the three-word answer.
     "Evan?" Terrance asked dubiously. "You mean Evan Parr, James'
feeble-minded son?"
     "Ee-yep." Jacob stroked the long white whiskers of his beard as
another man might stroke his dog, with affection and tolerance. "He's just
what you need."
     "But..." Terrance backed up and tried that sentence again. "How is an
idiot supposed to help me with my wife?"
     "She done kicked you out of the bed, you said." Jacob went on. "You
need Evan. Best damn marriage fixer this old county's produced in many a
year."
     "Really?"
     "Yep, just invite him over to spent a few days with you as a guest."
Jacob went on. "He'll do the rest. Probably take only bout three-four
days."
     "But how do I...."
     "Jest ask his Pa to send him over." Jacob interjected. "Tell him you
need Evan to fix your marriage. He's glad to get the boy out from under
foot for a while. Won't charge you nothing. Not like the last marriage
fixer we had, back when I was a young un. Name of Frank Strommond, one of
the Culver Cross' Strommonds, he was...."
     Terrance got out of there while he still could, when old Jacob started
in on his reminiscing, he usually kept at it for an hour or more, and
Terrance had heard all he needed to.
     A "marriage fixer." That's what old Jacob had called Evan Parr. Well,
if the kid was free except for a few days' room and board, he could find
out if the kid knew how to fix a marriage.
     James Parr was more than ready to send his son out to spend a few days
with Terrance and his wife. The kid packed himself a small sack of clean
clothes and climbed in beside Terrance into the wagon and they set off for
Terrance's farm some five miles outside of town.
     On the outside, Evan Parr looked all right. On the sunny side of
twenty years old, with a ruck of short-cut blond hair above a face that
would have been handsome if there'd been a brain behind the eyes. His skin
was unmarred by smallpox sores or acne, he worked on his father's farm so
his body was firm and well-muscled. The eyes were dull and his conversation
that of either a child or a man who was so dog-tired he couldn't say much
about anything. He watched the birds with a special intensity when they
were flying, but beyond that, his gaze stayed locked on Terrance.
     Susanne was waiting for him when the wagon pulled up to the barn at
nearly sundown. "There you are!" she scolded him. "Where were you all day,
taking off before daylight and leaving me to do all the chores and...." She
saw Evan sitting on the wagon beside Terrance. "Who's that?"
     "This is Evan Parr." Terrance said shortly. "He'll be staying with us
a couple of days, to help us out."
     "You know we can't afford to hire no help on this place!" his wife
quickly found the flaw in that, as she did every plan Terrance had advanced
in the last couple of years. "We got more than we can handle, yes, but
there's no money for us to take on a hired hand who'll eat us out of house
and home and..."
     "Hello, Mrs. Mosley." Evan said with a charmingly disarming
smile. "Your husband is right. You ARE very pretty." He said it simply,
like a statement of fact rather than flattery.
     And it warmed a smile right onto his wife's usually stern and solemn
face. "Why, thank you, Evan. Come on in, and we'll get you fixed up with a
bite of supper. I'd have made something better if I'd known you were coming
over."
     "Your husband says you're a real good cook." Evan was piling on the
flattery, and as fast as he was dishing it out, his wife was gobbling it
up. Terrance took the horses off the wagon and into the barn. Maybe this
kid did know how to fix up a marriage after all!
     Inside, he enjoyed a fairly pleasant supper, for his wife usually
punctuated his meals with nonstop criticism and complaints. But her
impromptu meal of warmed up dried beef topped with a rich gravy that let a
man cut a chunk off the jerky and soak it into something nearly
edible. Evan praised it and Susanne kept on plying the healthy youngster
with more food as a result. Terrance sat back after a while and
sighed. Damned shame this had to stop but after all, work on a farm started
before first light and there was always plenty of it waiting.
     "Well, that was very fine meal, Susanne." he said. "But I need to get
myself into bed if I'm going to plow the back forty tomorrow." That field
had lain fallow this year, but if he didn't turn it over now, the grass
would be too tough and thick next spring to let him lay in a crop.
     "Oh, my, I forgot about Evan. Where's Evan going to sleep?"
     She was sleeping in their bed, and Terrance had been sleeping in the
bed their daughter had used until her death some two years ago. That had
been when their troubles had started.
     "I figured we'd put him in Stella's room and...."
     "No, no!" his wife interjected. "That won't do!" She wasn't forgiving
him even with a guest in the house then.
     "So where will he sleep? With me in that one little bed?"
     "No. No, I'll sleep in Stella's room and you and Evan can share our
bed. Yes, yes, that's the best way to do it." Susanne determined.
     "I always sleep with the husband when I come to visit." Evan
declared. "It's always the best way."
     And Terrance couldn't argue with that, bitter as the flavor of it was.
     It was going to be nice, being back in his own bed, even if his wife
wasn't in her place on the other half of it.
     Evan babbled like any young child eager for a "sleepover." But when
Terrance stepped out of his underwear and reached for his nightgown, Evan
quickly spoke up. "No, no, Mr. Mosley, please! You can't wear that in the
bed with me. You can't."
     "Why not?"
     "Pa said you needed me to be your marriage fixer." Evan said. "I got
to be able to fix your marriage for you."
     "So why do I got to be buck naked for you to fix my marriage?"
Terrance asked.
     "Please, sir, you can't wear that in bed with me. Not if I'm going to
fix your marriage, you can't." Evan repeated.
     Terrance sighed. "All right, then." He'd be in the bed and covered
up. He could put a cover between the two of them, even, to keep things
decent. Evan was crawling into the bed all naked and young and
delighted. Terrance saw that he was lying between the two sheets on the
bed. All he had to do was sleep on top of that upper sheet and they'd have
the barrier of the sheet between them. Just as decent as clothing.
     And yet something in him didn't let him do that. Did he really expect
some kind of magical transference here? That bubbly personality of Evan to
seep into him through bare-body contact in the night? Or was it the
memories of childhood when on hot summer nights, you and the other boys in
your house would strip entirely bare and crawl into bed like that, there to
laugh and stare at each other and fondle each other in childish play?
     So he did, he slid into the bed between the sheets. He wouldn't do
anything else, after all, he wasn't a child any longer and neither was
Evan. "All right." He said instead. "I'm in bed in my birthday
suit. Whatever you're going to do to fix my marriage, I'm ready for it."
     "That's good." Evan scooted over to where he was right up against
Terrance. "I like helping fix marriages. Pa says I fix marriages better'n
anybody ever does."
     "So how do you do it?"
     "I dunno." Evan then reached down and his hand slid to Terrance's
crotch, his fingers touched, lifted and encircled Terrance's prong and
gripped it. "I just do whatever I want and in a couple days, the marriage
is all fixed." His fingers lifted Terrance's stiffening pud and his hand
slid and gripped him the firmer.
     Terrance just gasped. His wife hadn't had sex with him ever since
(before, actually) their daughter's death, she'd first simply avoided
Terrance's advances, claimed headaches or other female incapacities. Then,
when those had run thin, she'd begun to fight with Terrance, over little
things, over everything. Terrance could have handled a wife who didn't want
to have sex, but she wasn't giving him that option. Fight, fight, fight,
until he couldn't bring himself to hold her in simple husbandly affection.
     So he'd been starved not only of sex but of simple physical
contact. No wonder his body, having now the feel of another's hand on his
cock, had surged with a simple and unequivocal joy. At last, at last! It
had been so long, so very, very long!
     And Evan's hand began to pump up and down on him. "Oh, oh, yeah, Evan,
yeah!" Terrance breathed. "That feels good, really good!"
     "Everyone always likes it when I do this." Evan assured him. "It's fun
doing this!"
     "I'm glad you like it. Can you do it faster for me, maybe?"
     "I could." Evan agreed. "But I'd rather do this." And he lifted down
the covers to bare Terrance's body to mid-thigh and with his cock exposed
to the outer air, he slid down and his lips reached out to kiss Terrance's
glans.
     And Terrance felt a surge of ecstasy that nearly drove him to climax
then and there! He moaned and when Evan lifted up, he groaned, "Thank you,
thank you, oh, thank you!" Just for that kiss, for that gust of pleasure
that had wracked his body oh-so-sweetly.
     And Evan smiled. "Oh, I'm not finished, Mr. Mosley." And those
marvelous lips of the marriage fixer went back down and this time, he took
the entire glans and a couple inches of the shaft into that warm, warm
mouth!
     Terrance groaned anew as the rush of near-orgasmic joy rushed into his
body again. "Ohhh, ohhh, oh, ohhhhhhh!" He thrashed beneath this young
man's attentions, oh, so long, it had been so long, since he had thrashed
like this! How long had it been since his wife had given him this sort of
pleasure!
     It was more than just the sexual delight going through his body here,
it was the delight of being a man, of feeling the blood pulse in his veins
in a way that they never did while he labored in the fields, this was the
pulse of life, of raw, sheer life! He flexed his ample farm-hardened
muscles, letting them ripple in the dance of the ages, his heart pounded in
his chest, his voice moaned in heedless rapture, he didn't care if his wife
heard them in here or not! She could come in and watch if she wanted to!
Let her see if she didn't want him, he could give it to someone else!
     And the joy built in him higher and higher and when Evan broke off, it
brought him crashing back to Earth and shook him as if he'd fallen from a
height. "Why'd you stop sucking it?" he asked.
     Evan shook his head. "You're ready now."
     "Ready? Ready for what?"
     "For me to finish fixing your marriage." Evan showed what he meant by
getting up onto his knees and then to his feet, in a squatting posture, he
waddled himself and then threw one leg over Terrance's body so that he was
astraddle of Terrance's body and he lowered himself onto Terrance and his
ass reached down and the tight sphincter practically sucked the sturdy
farmer's dong into his butt. Evan, soft, young Evan, took the man's prod
into his ass and then threw his head back and moaned.
     Terrance matched that moan with a deep rumbling one of his own. This
was fixing his marriage, all right! He'd been building up a height of
frustration a mile high and ten miles wide and long, but now it was all
being drained out of him by a young, athletic ass that now had shoved
itself down to swallow his dong entire. He wanted nothing more than this in
his life now, just to keep this young man in his house, in his bed, and let
him ride his love-muscle every night, all night long!
     Evan bounced up and down on him with the adept energy that only the
very young can fully embrace. And Terrance wondered how quickly he would
ejaculate with this young rider taming his wild-stallion cock, but his body
surprised him. He was indeed on the very verge of his ecstasy but his body
was more than content to let that be where it stayed, and Evan wove over
him a tapestry of delight and only when Evan himself reached his height,
when he panted, moaned, fell to his knees (which buried Terrance deep
within him) and thrust his hips back and forth with an intense desperation
and his cock exploded hot white come all over Terrance's body and, then,
only then, did Terrance find his own completion, his body accepted the
pearls of energy and soaked it in and converted it into his own ecstasy, he
moaned and his cock burst into a fireworks of orgasmic joy, he ejaculated
his rockets of man-juice up into Evan's buttocks and Evan slumped down onto
his chest, and he spent his last jets into Evan as Evan rode upon the waves
and crests of his gasping chest.
     "Now, we'll sleep a little." Evan confided in him when the two had
caught their breath. "After that, if you want to, we can do it again and
again. Okay?"
     "Okay."
     "This is how I fix the marriage." Evan told him. "You'll see, I'll fix
your marriage real good!"
     Terrance didn't see how that followed, but when a young man has just
given you an orgasm like you haven't had in over three years, you don't
argue! "That's real nice to hear." he said. "And I'll take you up on that
doing it again later, I think." And he did, twice more before the cockcrow
woke him to his normal working day.
     Far from being exhausted, he felt exhilarated, and he joked with
Susanne rather than letting her barbs pierce them as they normally had. And
the barbs ceased when Evan joined their table. Evan said he'd do the chores
around the house and barn and Terrance agreed, that'd let him get to the
plowing faster. Susanne made it clear she'd be Evan's shadow all day in
those chores, but Terrance just didn't give a Goddamned. If Evan spent all
day plowing her, that was okay, long as he got Evan when the sun went down.
     And their marriage relationship did indeed flower. Evan was doing
something with Susanne, clearly not sexual, but his conversations with her
were somehow healing her soul. Maybe it was his simple child-like
innocence, it let Susanne do some mothering like she'd not been able to do
since little Emily had died. Maybe it was a young, good-looking man always
praising her like Evan did. But she stopped nagging Terrance, which made
him even happier. With Evan milking his pud at night and Susanne
light-hearted and happy by day, he didn't have any trouble being a good
husband, a hard farmworker, and a happy man.
     He ended the third day of this by painting the front fence. Susanne
had been at him to do that for some time, but he'd been so busy with the
farm, he had kept putting it off. But the afternoon of the third day, he
turned the entire picket fence into a beautiful, clean white.
     He stood admiring his work when Susanne came out, with Evan beside
her. She slipped her hand into his, ignoring the paint she got from it, and
said, "It's beautiful, Terry."
     "Yes." Terrance said, and from his heart, "A beautiful fence for a
beautiful woman."
     "Land sake!" Susanne blushed like she had when he'd been courting
her. "I think Evan's rubbing off on you."
     "I think he has been, too." Terrance wasn't thinking about the
flattery he'd just given her, but the rubbing he got from Evan in the
night.
     "Yep." Evan chimed in. "I reckon my work here is done. This marriage
is now all fixed up."
     "Fixed?" Terrance was dismayed. "You're leaving us?"
     "Yep, in the morning, if you'll give me a ride back into town."
     "Well." Terrance felt Susanne's hand give his a squeeze. "I guess
that's right."
     And on the fourth morning, he took the marriage fixer back to town and
returned to his now-happy and cheerful and loving wife. Maybe it was time,
finally, for them to try to make themselves some more children. He'd talk
to Susanne about it when he got home.
     Susanne thought so, too.
                             THE END
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