Date: Wed, 25 Jun 2008 18:00:00 -0500
From: fireflywatcher_ford <fireflywatcher@gmail.com>
Subject: DESOLATION, chapters twelve and thirteen

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CHAPTER TWELVE

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Old Charlie was the only black man in Desolation. He had worked the oil
fields for many years. In his twenties, he bought a small house in
Desolation that served as his shop now. A larger home on a small farm
outside town was where he lived. Good pay in the oil fields had left him out
of debt and with a large sum in savings. You would never know it looking at
Charlie or his house and shop. Everything was simple and nothing attracted
any attention. The meanness and jealousy he had seen in this world led him
to lead an anonymous life. He was just happier that way. For all anybody
knew, he needed every penny he could make at his shop just to get by. He was
a quiet man.

He met his wife Maria just after he bought the little farm. There was no
house there then and no well. The irrigation canal from the lake never
reached the farm. Even as pasture it was useless without water for
livestock. It was cheap. He knew it had possibilities even if the seller
couldn't see them.

Maria had come from Mexico looking for work and settled in with family in
Desolation. She never went any further. She found a job as a maid for a
family and cared for they're children as part of the work. She walked to and
from work every day. If the weather was bad, her cousin or the lady of the
house gave her a ride. It wasn't far in a small town. She never spent
anything, but put a small amount in the grocery money jar every week and
some in the offering plate at church.

Some days Charlie would see her walking. A few times when it was really hot,
he stopped and gave her a ride to her house. He was always polite and spoke
Spanish in a functional way that didn't make for much conversation. One
Saturday she showed up at his house. Everyone knew he fixed cars and sold
some aside from his oilfield work.

Maria's English had been improving working in a white family's home. "You
sell car?' she asked him. Months had passed and she had saved quite a lot.
"Yes, I sell cars and I fix cars" Charlie had replied. He had three cars to
sell and showed her each one. "This one is twelve hundred, *doce
ciento;*this one is a thousand, mil; this one is six hundred,
*seis ciento*," he said in turn. "All are good cars, *todos buenos*," he
added at the end.

She walked back and forth inspecting each car again with her hand cupped
around her chin. Finally she stopped in front of the middle priced car. "I
give you five hundred and pay fifty each week, okay?" She thought the
cheapest car might not be good enough. She had much more than a thousand
saved, but thought that paying it out would be better. If the car broke down
before she finished paying it off he would have to fix it to get all of his
money.

Charlie agreed to her terms. She said she would walk home and bring back the
money, but he insisted she drive the car. He rode along just to see if she
could drive. She came out of the house with the money in her hand and drove
him back to his house. She wasn't a great driver, but practice would take
care of that.

Every week on Saturday she came back and paid him. Every week she stayed
longer asking him to talk to her in English so she would learn more. One
Saturday he took her to lunch in town.

At first her family objected, and would have if Charlie was a white man,
too. Maria was twenty eight and single in a Mexican family where marriage at
eighteen was a late marriage. They were married in the little Catholic
Church before the year was out. Her family even helped him build a nice
adobe house on the farm after he got the well put in. She continued working
as a maid for the Esterhazy family and found time to raise five children she
and Charlie had together. She was past the marrying age and he was the only
black person in town. They settled. In Charlie and Maria's case it was a
beautiful thing.

Both were retired from regular jobs now. Every day at noon Maria came to
Charlie's Shop. She brought their lunch and sat at a little table in the old
kitchen and ate with him. He worked at the shop mostly to stay busy, but
also because people needed him. At the end of the day, he locked the doors
and drove home to his little farm and the love of his life. All the children
had left Desolation long ago and raised their families somewhere else.
Charlie and Maria had each other.

Maria had continued to work at the Esterhazy home a couple of times a week
even after she retired. She cared about the boy. Bob's face would light up
every time she came. Even old Martin would come to the house for lunch when
she was there. Charlie always ate late those days. She brought Charlie some
of what she fixed at the house. Bob was like another son. He even became
quite a good Mexican cook.
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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Johnny Mac showed up at Old Charlie's farm early on Friday morning. He had
called the day before saying he needed some help putting in a cattle guard.
It would take a big man to wrestle the heavy steel into place and Johnny Mac
was the one who could do it. It might take two days. Johnny Mac agreed to do
it. There was no need to discuss a price. Old Charlie was a fair man and
Johnny Mac respected him. He hadn't worked in a week and his spending money
was getting low. He had done work for Charlie several times before. Charlie
just told him what he wanted done and stayed quiet until he was finished.
One thing Johnny Mac didn't need was someone yelling and fucking with him.
Money for that kind of shit wasn't worth it.

Charlie had built a concrete footing for the cattle guard weeks ago. Besides
setting the steel frame in place, the fence needed corner posts and had to
be brought back in a vee to meet the new guard. He and Maria were getting
too old to open gates anymore. Charlie lined him out and left for his shop.

When he drove up after five that evening Johnny Mac was spreading gravel to
tie the guard opening into the existing road to the house. He already had
the new culvert covered and was working on the last pile near the road.
Charlie had been sure it would take two days. Johnny Mac didn't waste any
time. Charlie took out his wallet and pulled two hundreds from it for his
pocket. In Charlie's eyes the worst temptation you could give a man was to
show him how much money you had on you.

He inspected the work. The fence was tied in tight and everything was done.
Johnny Mac raised the box blade and drove Charlie's tractor back to the barn
without a word. Charlie parked in his usual spot and walked to meet Johnny
Mac. "I expected that to take longer. Since you did it right and in less
time, here's the full pay and I'll throw in fixing your truck the next time
it needs it if you buy the parts."

Johnny Mac got a big smile when Charlie handed him two hundred dollars. It
was really more than he expected, but he did think Charlie was a fair man.
All he said was "Thank you man, and call me next time you need help."

When he got down the road a ways Johnny Mac let out a hoot you could hear
all the way in town. His pocket was full again and just in time. From the
way his truck was running, it wouldn't be long before he took it to the old
man anyway. Damn, it was a good day.

He stopped at the Gas'n'Go and filled his tank. Laura was at the counter to
take his money. The hundred was a new problem for her. She had to get help
so she could give him his change. Several people were in line by the time
she was done, so all that was said was see you later more or less. He
pointed the truck toward the beer store and held the gas peddle to the floor
the whole way there. Eighty was all he got it to go. Those repairs were
already past due. Carrying a sack of weed, even driving eighty was a bad
idea. Johnny Mac thought he was bulletproof. He looked old enough that he
rarely got asked for ID, but had his fake one if he needed it. He only
passed one car going in the opposite direction. Today Johnny Mac was
bulletproof.

He bought five cases at the store. The cashier helped him carry it to the
truck. One case went in the front seat and the rest went in the bed. The
return trip went about the same. Before reaching Desolation, Johnny Mac
turned off and headed into the country. Going first down a paved road and
two turns on dirt roads he came to a ranch gate. He went through the gate
and shut it behind him. He continued on down a rough dirt track back into
the pasture. Around a curve and down a hill he came to a run down cabin with
a small pickup parked to the side. During deer season it was used by
hunters. The place belonged to a friend's dad. A few cattle were run on the
pasture and outside of deer season the cabin had become a party place for
the boys. The dad gave his blessing to the boys saying that at least there,
no one would get into any trouble and there would be no gossip around town
about the boy's behavior.

A cloud of smoke engulfed Johnny Mac as he came through the door. Two
long-haired boys about nineteen were sitting on a couch smoking a bong. The
both held up a hand over their eyes as the outside light from the door
momentarily blinded them. Johnny Mac had the case from the front of the
truck in one hand and slid between the two to the center of the couch.

The cabin was all one room with a door that opened to a bathroom built on
the side. It held a very basic kitchen in one corner, two beds, a table, a
couch, and a chair. A TV and a boom box brought in the modern world. It had
been used to house Mexican labor, but deer leases proved more profitable
than ranching. Before deer season started all the cattle were relocated and
the boys' possessions were taken home. For most of the year the boys had it
all to themselves.

Both boys, Donnie and Gary, had shoulder length dark hair. Each was about
five foot eight and skinny. They looked like brothers but were in fact
cousins. Johnny Mac was bigger than both boys put together in size and
weight. The boys idolized Johnny Mac. They had seen him mean and drunk and
they feared him a little, too.

The night began as a pure drinking and smoking binge. The younger guys
already had a head start smoking. Johnny Mac caught up fast. There were
movies and DVDs, but they were background pictures as the music played. Beer
went twice as far toward getting the younger guys drunk. Johnny had already
finished twelve on the drive back, chunking the empties out the window as he
finished them. That evened things out a little. The school year was ending
and it was exam time. Both younger guys had gotten the day off from exams
and being true teenage vampires had stayed up late into the night and slept
most of the day. This evened things out more because Johnny Mac had been up
early and worked a hard day.

After midnight Gary put on a porno. Within minutes all three were naked and
attending to their own impulses. There was no interaction between them
except that they sat so close to each other their bodies touched.

Everything was fine for a while. They were all drunk and stoned almost to
the point of passing out and definitely not in control of their senses.
Johnny Mac was in a walking blackout. He reached that point nearly every
time enough alcohol in some form was available. Inside Johnny Mac was torn
between lust and self hatred. The lust was winning the battle and the hatred
was turning toward others. He reached over and pulled Gary's hand to his
groin.

"I ain't no faggot, man. Don't do that shit to me." Gary didn't know what
else to say. He saw that violent look in Johnny's eyes and this time it
scared him. He pulled his hand free and back to his lap.

"I know that, because if you were I'd fuck you up bad, boy." Johnny Mac
grasped his wrist again and pulled it back again where he had put it the
first time. Fear led to passive submission. What followed then was a night
of abuse for both boys that would be called violent if it involved a man and
a woman. For Johnny and these two boys it was their normal routine.

Johnny Mac would strike one boy and pull him back to continue, and then
repeat the same actions with the other until at last he passed out. Johnny's
sober self might not remember all the times they'd done this before, but his
drunk self sure did. They had done more in the past and denial was just the
macho coming out. It had continued for more than a year now. If a woman had
been there, they would still be paying attention to each other and she'd be
left out. Admitting they liked it was impossible for them and the roughness
only made it better.

Johnny was looking for some smoke the first time he got together with Donnie
and Gary. He'd known them all their lives but never been a close friend.
He'd driven to own, bought beer and asked around there for some smoke, but
town was dry. He stopped by the beach on the lake before going home and ran
into Donnie and Gary.

"We ain't got any to sell," Gary told him, "But if you bring some beer,
we'll 'smoke out' with you at the hunting cabin." He followed them there and
that night their routine of smoking, drinking, and sex, began. Even a
straight man has some fascination for a huge dick like Johnny's. They might
not consider sucking it or taking it up the ass, but most would want to
touch it. Touching it led to the next step. Neither boy could swallow all of
Johnny's dick, no matter how hard he tried to force it down their throats.
Johnny decided to try their asses instead. Screaming and begging him to stop
because it hurt did no good.

After a few sessions of experimenting, both started to enjoy the sex. Gary
was so into it, he pressured Donnie to do it with him when Johnny wasn't
around. Donnie just felt guilt. He felt dirty, but he gave in to Gary and
Johnny every time they asked.

When Johnny passed out, the tables turned. He'd stay hard with the least
amount of stimulation, but would only cum from getting fucked. His pucker
had been so tight a little finger could barely slip inside. Now he took
Donnie or Gary easily. Gary would ride Johnny's big dick for his own
pleasure with him passed out and fuck him, too. Donnie would only fuck him.
He did it as rough as he could manage so he could even the score. This night
Donnie jacked off and shot his load in Johnny's open mouth before he was
done. The stopped when Johnny had six loads in his ass.

The boys were at the point of passing out as well. Their fear had subsided
when Johnny Mac passed out. Neither was injured, but both were confused
because the violence was getting worse and they didn't understand why. They
had seen Johnny Mac drunk and violent before. The next day the violence
would be gone and all memory of it lost, clouded by the blind drunkenness.
Their memories didn't meet the same fate. Except for a few unexplainable
bruises and cuts and the smell of cum that lingered in the cabin, they
remembered everything. One passed out on the couch and the other found the
empty bed.