Date: Mon, 01 Jul 2002 22:56:14 -0400
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mountain Boy

Mountain Boy
By
Lee Mariner

June 2002

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ENGAGING IN UPROTECTED SEX CAN LEAD
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Homecoming:

If there is a flat spot in Harlan County, it is unknown to most of the
folks that live there. The County is that part of Southeast Kentucky
that is smack in the middle of the mountains. Hazard is the county
seat and my family lives not that far from Hazard.

Most of the people that call Hazard home are either scrub farmers,
make & run moonshine or work for the Blue Diamond Mining
Company.  The mines have devoured a lot of the young men of
Hazard and I guess if my father had not worked for the state
highway department he, Donald and I might have too. Donald was
my older brother.

My grandfather died of Black Lung disease and the family was still
trying to get Blue Diamond to settle in a class action lawsuit brought
by the many men that suffered from the disease brought on by
inadequate ventilation and poor safety procedures. Mountain folk
are at the lower end of the economic ladder and can't afford fancy
lawyers so the ACLU is all they have. Poor people are often left in
the wakes of the more affluent that seem to take little notice of them.
I was luckier then a lot of guys my age when I joined the Army and
left the mountains but not for good. Born in the mountains, they are
always a part of you. Its like the old saying, "you can take the boy
out of the farm but you can't take the farm out of the boy." It's the
same with mountain boys we never really leave them.

I spent a satisfying career in the Army, traveled the world and
survived the Korean and Viet Nam wars. I guess it was Viet Nam
that really brought back yearning memories of the mountains
around Hazard. Letters from home said pretty much the same thing
and there were no real changes to be excited over but deep inside the
pull was there since I was getting close to the end of my career and I
had never really cared for big cities, too much noise and people.

Crawling through the rice paddies fertilized with animal and human
excrement was disgusting and the Cong knew if they were patient
some poor hardly out of training camp kid would stand up and they
had a perfect shot. It was times like those that really made me yearn
for the cool mountains of home. Hell, I would have settled for any
mountains.  Seeing all of those healthy young studs getting blown
away was heart breaking and that was not because I was gay and
they were young and lusty with hard muscled bodies and thick meat.
Just the thought of the families that would never see them alive
again and for what was the most disturbing thing.  The country
called, we went and we died. Those that survived learned a healthier
respect for life.

I learned one thing in Nam, being gay was a bastard and you tried
to avoid forming any attachments. Christ, most gay dudes lead with
their cocks and they weren't always that careful. My main concern
was doing my tour and transferring back home where I could retire
and forget the rice paddies, cutting bamboo, booby traps and the
young men that dropped alongside of you from some sneaky
sharpshooter.

I dreamed of the mountains and my heart ached to be walking in
them again breathing in the cool clean air.  Sometimes I would
dream of the time I caught my brother, Donald, beating off in the
outhouse and I'd wake up my cock steel hard, oozing pre-cum and
wished I could be watching him rather then being in a stinking
foxhole with some horny dude you didn't want to get to know that
well.


Donald got all pissed when I caught him that time in the outhouse
but I later thought he liked me watching cause he left hints where
he was going to be like out in the barn or by the corn crib. Sure
enough I'd see him and beat my meat while I watched him. I was
sure he knew but he never said anything. In school me and some of
my buddies jerked off together in the locker room or under the fire
escape steps and I knew then I liked boys and not girls. Watching
Donald was the most fun and I only wished he would do it with me
so I could get a good look at his cock, it must have been about 2"
longer and thicker then mine and I wasn't lacking in the meat
department. Never did though and I forgot about it after I left home.

The worst case of the hornies I had was outside of DaNang. My old
foxhole buddy Harold had finished his tour and was shipped home,
we knew how to take care of each other.  A new young kid was
assigned to fill his place. I bitched at the CO about it telling him a
1st Class Sgt rated more then a greenhorn private but it didn't do any
good, manpower was short.  The kids name was Orville and he came
from Tucson, Arizona. He had brown hair and eyes and was really
well built; even under the flack jacket you could tell that.  Tall and
sort of lanky with smoldering eyes. He had dug the hole deep but a
little small for two men our size and more then once his knee would
be shoved up in my crotch when we maneuvered for space. Once he
did it and he let it stay there putting pressure on my nuts and of
course my cock started getting hard. I tried moving but he kept the
pressure on and when I started to say something I stopped when I
looked at him and he was groping his crotch and not trying to hide
the outline of a very thick hard cock.

"Damn Sarge, I'm horny as hell. I ain't had nothing since I left the
States you get that way?"

"Yeah sure Orv but not much you can do about it in a foxhole just
bite the bullet and keep your head down."

"I'd sure like someone to bite my bullet, I need to get off bad."

"Then turn over and jerk it off if its that bad but don't make any
noise."

"How about you join me Sarge? I can feel that hard cock of yours
pushing on my leg."

"You're the one doing the pushing and I don't want a mess of cum
in the foxhole."

"How horny are you Sarge? Want me to suck you off and then you
can take care of me. No mess that way."

"Are you crazy Orville?"

"Told you I was horny, feel my cock. It won't take me long as hot as
I am."  He grabbed my wrist and put my hand on his cock and he
was right. I could almost feel the heat and he was rock hard.

Scooting over a little closer he grabbed my crotch and started
unbuttoning my fatigues and reaching inside wrapped his hand
around my cock jerking it up and down as much as he could
confined like it was. I sucked my gut in and undid my belt and the
top button. That was all he needed and he was almost like a wild
man opening my pants up and pulling my cock out. He dove down
on it sucking about half of my thick cut 8" cock. God it felt good and
I wanted to ram the rest down his throat and I groaned as he sucked
like a calf trying to get milk from its mother. He didn't lift his head,
just kept sucking and when I felt my load starting to rise I leaned
over his head moaning, "Orville its coming up boy your going to get
a hot load if you don't pull off", he didn't stop but started sucking
harder and my cock swelled gushing great thick streams of my juice
into his mouth and he swallowed every drop before draining the last
from me with his tight lips and I felt like he had drained every ounce
of juice I had in my body. Orville sat up and still stroking my
softening cock he looked at me his eyes gleaming. He didn't let me
go even as I undid his pants and pulled out his very respectable
uncut cock, at least as big as mine, maybe a little shorter but thick
and the head was purple it was so engorged with blood. Everything
was quiet outside of the foxhole and Orville was pulling on my now
hardening cock as I dropped my head taking his meat into my
mouth and he lifted his ass groaning almost too loud, "Ahhhhh yes
Sarge, suck it man. I need this real bad baby drain my nuts. Ohhhhh
shit man take it all."  He kept pulling on my cock as I sucked on him
smelling the musky sweaty odor in his crotch. He kept on trying to
lift his ass as I sucked and then with a loud groan he drove his cock
upwards and gallons of hot rich cream started flowing down my
throat. Orville continued driving his cock upwards and about half
more went into my throat and my gag reflex tried forcing him out
but he held my head with his free hand as he kept pulling on me
trying to get another load and I felt like he was gonna get it when a
loud thump jerked us both upwards and we peeped over the edge of
the foxhole. A couple of more thumps followed by heavy machine
gun fire and we buttoned our flies up real fast. The gooks were
shelling and laying down heavy machine gun fire that usually meant
they would be coming. Orville was wide eyes and a light dribble of
my cum was on his chin. He or I did not worry about that right then.

We did a fall back closer to the city of DaNang but Orville didn't
make it. The only blow job I got in Nam and I never had a chance to
thank him. He probably knew I appreciated it as much as he did and
that made me feel a little better. Viet Nam was a bitch for anyone
that was there.

I had seen guys getting close to the end of their tours and they would
get overly cautious and seemed to lose the edge. I didn't screw
around any more after Orville. I tried avoiding that and I was lucky
when my unit was sent back for R&R and the company clerk told me
my orders home had been received. I was scheduled with some 50
other guys for transport and all of us could not get on board fast
enough after another group of replacements off loaded. That flight
was like flying in an icebox and rough but to us it felt like we were
flying on a special Pan Am stratocruiser.

When it came time for my retirement after the tons of paperwork the
Army always seems to need, the company commander wanted a
ceremony but I declined. I had joined the Army without fanfare and
leaving it the same way was okay with me.

My pay had been held in Paymaster Savings while I was in Nam
and along with what I had saved it was a pretty good chunk of
change. I spent a few days in New York City and re-outfitted myself.
I stayed in the YMCA since I didn't have an apartment or a friend I
could stay with. Going out and just being with people was okay but it
was not long before boredom set in and I realized at my age this was
not what I wanted.  Being 38 years old, gay and never having made
any close relationships was the only thing in my future the way it
was going. I was spending money; making out with the studs in I
don't remember how many bars and that was just about it. Most
prospective employers seemed to shy away when they read on the
application that I was retired Army and my experience was Army
related even though I thought I was pretty trainable.

The real clincher was when I went for a shower at the "Y" and a
really nice young guy maybe 25 was flogging the hell out of his meat
and when I walked in he turned away. I saw enough though that my
rather respectable cock swelled under the warm water and I stroked
it a few time hoping for a reaction from him. He turned the water
off after looking at me and left.

I bought a ticket on US Airways the next day for Louisville and left
the Big Apple behind, the mountains won out, that is where I
belonged. When you're 39 years old still well built, not bad looking
and they turn away even when you have a cock as hard and big as
theirs, you're fighting a losing game for the most part.

It surprised my brother when I called telling him I was on my way
home and could I stay with him until I got settled. Donald was
almost two years older then me and we really did not know each other
that well since I had left and he stayed scraping by on dads patch of
land. After dad died he got the land, I never thought I would be
coming back and might need it.

Don had married his school sweetheart and they had 4 kids, 3 boys
and a girl.  Two of the boys and the girl married after school but the
youngest, a mistake Don called him, was still at home. His name
was Nicholas after his great-grandfather.

Don told me I was welcome but there still was not that much going
on in Hazard anymore now then when I had left. He was not wrong
I found out when I got home.

Dad had worked for the state but he inherited his father's property
when he passed. The main farm of about 60 acres was up on what
was called Little Bear Creek and there was another 5 acres with a
small cabin up on Window Rock Flats.  Donald and his family lived
on the 60 acres. The cabin on the side of the mountain was okay for
hunting but not farming. We always thought our grandfather used it
for making moonshine whiskey since we were rarely taken there.

After I landed in Louisville, I called Don and let him know I was
there and would be on down in a couple of days. . I bought a GMC
4WD Yukon while I was there since I would need something down
in the mountains and I really didn't want a bus ride back in the hills
that would take hours upon hours stopping at every wide spot in the
road.

The closer I got to Hazard the more logging and coal trucks were on
the road. Some of them were real monsters. The town had not
changed an awful lot in the years I had been away but it looked
sweet to me compared too when I left. Funny bow that works, you
can't wait to get away and then if looks so good when you come
back. I guess that old saying of there being no place like home was
true.

Following the creek bed roadway I pulled into Don's lane and saw
him come out on the porch as I drove up to the house. He had made
a few changes but other then that the place looked the same. When I
stopped on the side of the house he came around from the front not
really in a hurry, Don had not changed; he was still slow and not
quick to greet people.

"Hey big brother, got a hug for your little brother?" I called out.

My brothers eyes got a little bigger as he recognized me, "Well I'll
be damned Marty. God you've changed, not that little brother that
left here anymore."

He hugged me and I wanted to plant a kiss on his cheek at least but
I just hugged him tight.  Don was going on 42 and the mountain life
had worked its way with him. He still looked like a Creekmore but
he had aged. Later when we were talking he told me he had pretty
much given up on the farm and signed back on with the state
highway commission. Kept him away a lot but his youngest boy
Nicholas lived with him and Shelly his wife so she was not always
alone.

"How old is Nick Don? I've never met him."

"Nicholas is 18 and favors you in the face when you were younger.
Got the same manner about him that you had when you were his
age, independent. Don't call him Nick though Marty he doesn't like
it, use his full name. He's up Window Rock way cleaning up the old
cabin for you. It's in good shape just needed some cleaning and a
coat of paint.  You might want to drive up that way if you have a
mind too. I thought you would like it better the being crowded in
here with us. Shelly has not been doing well and we use separate
bedrooms. Nicholas has the other and you would have had to share
with him or me."

"Okay Don, you want too drive up with me? I don't know the boy
and he might spook."

"Not likely Marty, I told him you'd be coming in and not many go
up that way anymore. Hunting is about played out since they been
logging like the forest will always grow. The loggers have been after
me to let them on that land but it's posted keep out. Lots of Birch
and Walnut they would love to get out of there. They mess the land
up too bad for my taste Marty and I don't need the money that bad
yet.    I have to run over to the New Clinic for a prescription renewal
Shelly needs. You won't have any trouble finding your way Marty.
I'll be back in a couple of hours and we can talk more then unless
you decide on staying in the cabin. Nicholas might stay with you if
you want. He has been bugging me about letting him use the place.
Not that he is 18 he thinks he is man enough to be on his own. I
seem to remember someone else had those ideas once."

"Okay Don. Anything I can do to help out just let me know." I said
as he turned to go back in the house without even a handshake or a
see ya later.

I'd forgotten that down in the valleys between the mountains the
days were shortened as the sun moved to the west. It was not really
dark but I turned on the headlights as I drove over the crushed rock
road that led to the cabin. Oddly enough as I went higher it got a
little lighter and helped see through the thickness of the trees
surrounding the cabin and on each side of the roadway.  I saw an
old clunker Ford pickup sitting a few yards ahead of me in the road
and the cabin maybe some 200' beyond that. The road ended where
the old truck was sitting. There was a small clearing that you could
turn around in and I was just able to pull off of the road and park in
the clearing.

It was mid July but it was cooler in the mountains and I
remembered how hot and muggy it had been in Viet Nam and the
days I wished I was here on this trail in the mountains that led too
Gramps cabin.  I could see that Nicholas had been doing a pretty
good job cleaning up for just a couple of days notice. There was a
fresh coat of dark red paint on the outside and two chairs sitting on
the small porch. The porch floor creaked when I stepped on it and
knocked on the door. I could hear movement inside and then "who
is it? This is private property."

"If that's you Nicholas, it's your Uncle Marty."

"Uncle Marty, Dad didn't tell me you were gonna be here today."

I could hear him scrambling around on the other side of the door
and then it was flung open, "Hi Uncle Marty come on in, I'm almost
finished."

He was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and from the bulge at the
crotch; it didn't look like he was completely finished with what he
had been doing. He was breathing a little hard, his chest rising and
falling.  He had broad well-muscled shoulders and biceps with thick
shapely forearms lightly covered with dark hair. His waist was small
with a hard muscle ridged stomach and dark hair lightly covering
his thick breasts and flowing in a silky thin covering over his
sternum and stomach down into the top of his boxers where a large
bulge did not seem to be getting any smaller. He had light whiskers
on his cheeks, full luscious lips with dark brown gleaming eyes level
with mine.

We both just stood looking at each other and I could feel a tingling
as the base of my cock and I was almost at a loss for words. I hadn't
met the boy but he would have set a lot of guys I knew in the cities
on their ass. Nicholas Creekmore, my nephew was a knockout and
from the almost defiant way he stood and looked at me he knew it.

"What were you finishing Nicholas?  Is there something I can help
with?

"No, that's okay. I was just about finished when you called out and
knocked on the door."


" Do you always just wear boxers when you answer the door? Not
that I object but it is different."

"No I don't. I took my overalls off while I was finishing up the
cleaning, it's more comfortable and gives better freedom of
movement. I wasn't looking for someone to be here or I'd had my
clothes on. I got most everything finished except fixing the bed."

"Fixing the bed?" I said looking around the room. "Where did the
furniture come from? There isn't much but who brought it up
here?"

"I did Uncle Marty a piece or two at a time. I bought most of it from
the second hand store in town. Getting the mattress and box spring
up was the hardest. I had to carry it one piece at a time. I'd like to
get a mower up here and cut some of the weeds and growth from
around the cabin."  Nicholas said excitedly his eyes gleaming.

"You did all of this by yourself?"

"Yes sir, I been trying to get dad to let me stay up here when I
turned 18 so I been fixing it up without him knowing about it. I
guess you'll be staying here now that you've come home."

"Don't you think you better get something on Nicholas? It's getting
a little cool in here. Your dad said you might want to stay up here
tonight?"

"Yeah, he told me I could but it would be up to you since he told you
that you could use it."  He said pulling a blanket around his
shoulders and looking at me hopefully.

"Wouldn't you be warmer if you put your clothes on Nicholas?"

"No need if you're gonna let me stay. I'll fix a fire in the stove and
it'll be warm in no time. I've stayed here a couple of times before
and it gets warm fast. Got plenty of wood for the stove and an
electric heater in the bedroom but a wood fire seems more cozy then
that. The REA ran lines through the valley and when they went over
the mountains, Gramps had them run a line into the cabin."

"But you don't have any lamps, just those kerosene hurricane
lamps."

"Yeah, I like the light they give off, soft and warm almost romantic
if you had someone up here with you and you wanted to be cozy and
romantic with. Maybe you will Uncle Marty, someday."

I couldn't believe it; my nephew was coming on to me. His voice was
husky and he was holding the blanket closed with his hands over his
crotch.

"That's not very likely Nicholas, I just got here today. Been a long
time since I knew anyone here."

"I don't know, I thought maybe you might still know someone from
before."

"Is that all you were thinking? Got anything else on your mind?"  I
said as I moved a little closer even though he was my nephew.

Nicholas took a real deep breath and let out a long sigh the blanket
dropping from his shoulders. "Maybe the same thing you do Uncle
Marty." His hard cock was straining the front of his boxers and his
gleaming eyes held mine as he leaned towards me just a little
breathing through parted lips. "Dad said you always went for what
you wanted Uncle Marty." He smiled at me the tip of his tongue
wetting his lips.

"That's true Nick but you are my nephew."

"What difference does that make? It doesn't make any difference to
me."  He said breathlessly rubbing his hard cock and looking at me
with almost pleading eyes.  I reached for him taking his hard hot
cock in my hand hearing him gasp sucking air between his teeth as I
squeezed it feeling the heat.

"Lets go in the bedroom Nick." I said huskily feeling the passion
welling up within me as I followed. Nick stripped his boxers off
throwing them aside and turning wrapped his arms around me
pulling me tight as his lips met mine. He forced his tongue in my
mouth twisting and sucking the breath out of me as he ground his
cock into my groin.

"Let me get undressed Nick, slow down. We have plenty of time."

His fingers almost flew over the buttons of my shirt undoing them as
I undid my belt and dropped my jeans to the floor. I wasn't wearing
underwear and he looked at my cock laying his over my steel hard
length. He was about 1" shorter then me but he squeezed them tight.
His almost 7" was shorter but he was as thick as me and his hand
just barely encircled the both of us. He was breathing heavy as we
moved to the bed sitting on the edge before slipping under the
blankets. He snuggled close pressing his body as tight as he could.

"Mmmmmmmm Uncle Marty, you don't know how much I have
wanted to be in bed with someone. You feel great next to me, god
your cock is so big. My brothers aren't as big as you or me are, I
watched them jerk off and they are small. I don't know about dad."

"He is smaller Nick but don't tell him I told you."

Snuggling closer and pressing his hard cock against mine he said,
"show me what you would do with me Uncle Marty."

I rolled Nick on his back and kissing him squeezed his breasts
feeling the hardness of his muscles. Running my hands down his
ribs he sucked his breath in at the sensation of my fingers and my
lips on his neck nibbling lightly. He moaned softly mumbling my
name without the uncle. His cock was like a sheathed hot steel rod
and I squeezed it gently as I sucked his naval and feeling the
tightening of his abdominal muscles my tongue probing deep
pushing it in. Nick sucked air deep into his lungs as I massaged his
balls my tongue playing in his thick soft pubic hair and I ran the tip
of my tongue lightly over the thick base of his cock. The sensation
sent a shock into the length of it as it jerked upwards. I caught it on
the rebound and encased the thick uncut head with my hot lips
sucking it in the depths of my mouth. He groaned from deep within
his thick chest lifting his hips his head pushing down on my head
his cock sliding deeper. I held him tight tasting the pre-cum flowing
from his urethral slit.

"Ohhhhh god Marty suck me please. Suck my cock."

Nicks cock was steel hard and throbbing in sync with the beat of his
heart. He would not be able to hold off very long and there was no
need for me to prolong the ecstasy that was flowing over and
through him. I wanted his thick boy cream flowing down my throat
as bad as he wanted too give it to me. Throwing the blanket back I
turned my body my lips holding the head of his cock my tongue
bathing the glans with saliva. I moaned deeply and drove
downwards over his cock feeling it slide down into my throat and
Nick screamed as he drove his hips upwards his nuts drawing up
tight in my hand and he sent great gushing streams of his life giving
cream cascading down into my throat like hot molten lava. His body
thrashed as I sucked and squeezed his cock with my mouth and lips
drawing him deeper.  I wanted all of him as he continued spasm
after spasm filling me with thick cream and I gripped his nuts tight
pulling them massaging his receding balls. Little by little they fell
back into my hand and his cock slowly very slowly started to soften
even with my lips and tongue caressing its length. Nick was gasping
for air and begged me to release his cock.

"My god Uncle Marty I thought you were going to drain every bit of
juice in my body. Lord it was like being sucked inside of you, all I
could feel was the intense pressure of your lips and the cum gushing
up through my cock. I loved it.  Jesus, does it always feel like that?"

"Pretty much it does. But that was your first time being sucked off
wasn't it? It is a lot more intense the first time since you don't really
know what it's going to be like. There are other things you will like
if you want to learn what they are."

"I want to know everything you do, I want to stay here with you. But
what about you right now, you were as hard as me when we started.
Do you want me to try and do what you did with me?"

"Not this time Nick, just let me lay here and you can jerk me off
okay?"

Raising up on his elbow he looked at me in the soft light of the lamp
and leaned over me kissing my lips gently. Taking my half hard cock
in his hand he started slowly stroking and rubbing it as he kissed my
face. My cock thickened and hardened like steel as he stroked it
faster laying his head on my chest his face turned so he could watch.

"You might get a face full that way Nicky, I'm pretty close."

He didn't move just started jerking me off more intensely squeezing
my cock tight as he felt it getting larger with each stroke. I could feel
the explosion building in my nuts and at the base of my cock as my
body started tightening my back arching and I groaned, "Nicky,
here it comes. Ohhhhhhhhhh god."  He continued squeezing and
stroking my cock as the spasms wracked my body sending huge
streams of cream like a geyser shoots its water into the air. It fell on
my chest, stomach and Nicks face. He wouldn't stop jerking me even
as I started softening in his hand. I ran my fingers through his hair
as he finally stopped and then his hot tongue was on my chest
licking the cum from it. "Mmmmmm it tastes a little like mine only a
little saltier maybe but I like it. Its so thick and creamy Uncle Marty
and so much of it come out of your cock. I didn't think it was going
to stop."

"You taste sweeter since you are younger Nicky and as you get older
you will shoot more and more of it."

Lying back beside me after he had licked most of the sperm from my
body he snuggled in close again and looked up at me like a little boy.
His body was soft and the hair on his chest and in his groin was
silky soft not wiry like so many others I had been in bed with. He
breathed softly and deeply his heart beat matching my own. I liked
the feel of him holding me with my arms around his shoulders.

"Thanks Uncle Marty, I really liked doing that with you."

"I liked it too Nicky." I said but he was slipping off into sleep. I
smiled and pulled the blankets over us holding him.

We must have slept pretty soundly not waking up until just before
sunrise. Nick was snuggled close, his hard cock laying on my left
thigh and his arm over my chest. He was sleeping like a baby his
breathing soft and regular. I could feel the slow but strong beat of
his heart matching my own and I leaned down kissing the tip of his
nose. He giggled a little faking like he was asleep and I kissed him
again but this time on his lips and that woke him up. His tongue
probed deep within my mouth twisting with mine as he steel muscled
arm pulled my face to his and he ground his hard cock into my hip.

Between kisses I finally managed to mumble "Good morning
Nicky."

He almost reluctantly returned my greeting and smiled up at me his
had laying just below my jaw.

"Do you need to take a piss or do you always wake up hard like
that?" I asked him feeling the hardness of his cock pressing against
me.

"A little of both but right now I need to piss but it's cold outside."

"We both need the same thing. Jump out quick step outside the
door, piss and get back in bed."

We both threw the blankets off and giggling like little boys stood on
the edge of the porch steam rising form strong streams as we pissed.
The valley below was covered in a thick morning fog and you
couldn't see any of the homes. Nick finished just before me and
milking it down he ran back into the cabin jumping in bed. I
followed in pretty quick order and we held each other warming
ourselves under the blankets. I'd forgotten how cold it could be in
the mountains even in summer. It would take some time before the
rising sun vanquished the morning mists and fog. Nicky had his arm
over my body, his head lying on my chest.

"Nicky, how did you know I might like men and not girls? You took
a chance opening the door like you did."

"I thought about that Uncle Marty but I heard Dad telling my
brothers and he said he was surprised you were coming back here.
He said he knew you liked men when you left and it surprised him
you called about wanting to come back home in the mountains since
you always wanted to get out of here and go for the big cities. I
figured what the hell I was gay and I didn't want too hide it and beat
around the bush, I'm tired of that and I needed someone I could talk
with about it. The worst you could do was kick me out and tell on me
if you weren't and then dad would have kicked me out. What did I
have to lose?"

I hadn't thought about it like that and he was right. My brother
would never let a faggot stay in his house, not the way he thought
about it. I knew that was the reason he had the cabin cleaned up
after I called.

"Partly right but how do you feel about it? Why didn't your dad tell
you and not just your brothers?"

"Because I'm just like you and he never talked with me about sex.
I've known about myself since I was 13 and I started liking being
around boys more then girls. And you should know in a small town
like this it don't take long for things to get around, people talk
whether they know anything or not."

"You mean people suspected you might like boys and not girls?"

"They think that Uncle Marty, they don't know. I have never done
anything with someone else except jerk off with my cousin when I
was 13.  We came up here once and he thought I was cute and asked
me if I ever did it and when I told him no, he showed me how you
jerk off. That's the only thing I ever did. Most of it is just rumors
that get started when you are with boys and not as much with girls.
Dad caught me jerking off once and called me a faggot but I ain't
one of them."

"No more then I am. Is that why you wanted to live up here?"

"Partly that but I like being alone I won't be going to college for
right now but I have a job at the County Mercantile Exchange and I
am going to try and see if I can save the money. I will be able to
afford the electricity if I get a lights and a small refrigerator and I
don't think dad is gonna charge rent if you don't stay here in
Hazard."

"Why would you think I might not stay here Nicky?"

"Dad said he didn't you'd stick around very long, the only thing you
ever did was join the Army and he never could figure that out since
you never liked being told what to do when you were home."

"He's right about that Nicky but being in the Army and being here
in Hazard is a lot different now then it was then. I felt a lot like you
do now back then. I knew what I felt and had to get away from here.
Your dad jerked off a lot when we were boys but he never talked
with me about it and I doubt he talks with you about it now."

"He told me about the difference between boys and girls and what
would happen if I knocked one up but that's about all. He never
would talk about me playing with my self or what I was feeling. I
tried but he just ignored me calling it a phase and I'd grow out of
it."

It all sounded so familiar, like when I was a boy and my dad, Nicks
grandfather would not discuss sex with Donald or me. Donald was
funny about it, trying to hide but still wanting me to see him doing it.
I guess he hadn't changed that much over the years.

"Nicky, do you want to stay with me here in the cabin?"

"Sure I would and I'm pretty sure dad won't mind. I'll help you take
care of the place and maybe we can get a mower and clean up
around the cabin. Oh Uncle Marty, you sure about this?"

"As sure as I am that we both have a lot too learn about each other
if we are going to be living together. First off, do you know how to
cook?"

"And make a fire in the stove and fix coffee. Remember, I'm a
mountain boy like you were before you left."

Pulling him tight against me I kissed him feeling his body molding
to mine. It was going to be a new beginning for an old mountain boy
and a young mountain boy.

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