Date: Fri, 3 Nov 2006 13:38:13 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Old-Fashioned Good Will

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblances to real people,
alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in
nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon
persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental
areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene
involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then
you should not read this story. Additionally, if you
are under 18 years of age, in most state and
countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by
law. Check with your local laws regarding such. %
Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction.
In real life, use protection.

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Old-Fashioned Good Will
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Cliff Roberts, thirty years old, had lived all his
life in the low, grass country where all three regions
congregated, except for the college years. His dad
passed away, then his ma.
Remaining vacant, causing the ranch house, barn,
smokehouse and other outcroppings of buildings to go
downhill, much work, plus hard cash was needed to
revitalize the ranch complex.

Fifteen years ago, Cliff's lifelong childhood buddy
signed up for the military and was killed in action.
They had schemed away at making plans for the future,
which included setting up a vetenary practice together
someplace. It had been a hard pill to swallow. Cliff
kept trying to tell himself there would never be
another guy like James. Convincing himself of this, in
the years since his death, Cliff wood take off in his
gun metal 4x4 and roam the interstate, sometimes
pulling off and venturing down an exit for an hour or
so. Stop by at an eatery or bar and he would pass the
time, always with hope there might be a guy to strike
his fancy, figuring one day he could try to make a
decent stab at finding a
guy to date, perhaps nurture some kind of love affair.
Maybe he could  bury some of his grief and get on with
life.

The anxiety, over the last fifteen years, for the most
part dissipated, his busy vetenarian practice,
quenching the memories. However, the years hadn't
dismissed his feelings, yearnng for companionship.
After all, thirty is still considered young. His
active lifestyle kept him nicely put together.
Strong-willed, time healed, opening a portal to give
another guy his heart and soul.

"Hey, need a ride?"

"Sure."

"Where you headed?"

"About a stone's throw up the road... I'm Jim Lucado,"
he extended his hand, as his butt flopped on the
seat."

"Lucado, eh?"

"Do know of my dad's ranch?"

"Sure. Was up there just two days ago for a calf with
a leg wound."

"Say, you're the county vetenarian, Dr. Madison!"

"That's right, James."

"It's Jim. But if you like to call me James or Jimmy,
either is fine."

Jim didn't look at all like 'his James', face-wise.
'His James' face was more rounded and kind of chubby,
although his body wasn't. 'This James' Had a longer
face, wore thin metal-rimmed glasses and sported a
goatee with a thin line carved from his chin to his
side burns. His hair, auburn in
color, had been trimmed, neither long nor short. Cliff
felt good about meeting him, but didn't get his hopes
up. First of all, he was gay and kept on the idea
every man wasn't. Probably he got the wrong vibes
kicking in all together.

"So?"

"Sorry... I suppose my mind is still on that calf. If
I recollect, you're father told me you're in college?"

"Was. I graduated last month, so I'm headed home, to
see if I can rustle up a job in the old town. I got
off the bus an hour ago. I think I'd like to settle
down and take up where my roots were originally
planted."

"Exactly what I did. After college, this
'falling-apart-farm' waited for me to bring it back to
life."

"Really? Cool, Dr. Madison."

"You can skip the doc business, Jim. Call me Cliff."

"Cool! I had a bo... I... I mean a best friend in
college named Cliff."

Right away, Cliff thought; 'hmm, had Jim slipped and
said `boy', meaning boyfriend'?

Thoughts flooded Jim's mind. 'How could I be so
stupid. Now Cliff is probably trying to figure out and
most likely come to the conclusion that I'm gay.' He
really had something to sweat about. Growing up,  in
this neck of the woods, people didn't take kindly to
two men kissing, let alone having sex together. He
wondered if things changed. For now, he would keep his
thoughts under wraps. He knew what he would be up
against, the tough Christian community he left.

"I haven't seen the folks for four years."

"I gather, from what your father says, hopping from
boarding school, right into college."

"Right. It seems, from from twelve years old and on, a
big chunk of my life, living around here, has been
taken away."

It explained why Cliff hadn't seen Jim about, growing
up in his teen years.

"So, what's your major, Jim?"

Relieved, he figured Cliff didn't pickup on the slip
of his tongue.

"Major?"

"What was your major at college?"

"Oh right, my major. Business management, with a focus
on the hotel and restaurant industry."

"That's great, Jim. I think the Four-Square hotel, off
the interstate is hiring."

Everytime Cliff asked a question or replied to it, he
would steal a look away from the deserted road and
glance at some place on Jim's body. The tight zipping
of his jacket up to nearly his throat, prohibiting him
from seeing any kind of build.

"Not for me."

"No?"

"Not that I don't appreciate the thought."

The two exchanged quaint smiles.

"The unemployment rate has been going up since
Harald's moved out of town."

"Oh no. When did that happen?"

"You didn't know? About ten months ago. Didn't give
any warning. They closed the doors, chained and
padlocked it. Yeah, people were sure pissed."

Cliff put his right hand down on his own thigh, a
habit while driving, allowing his left hand to do all
the steering. Normally, if he felt horny or saw some
barechested workmen on the road, he would be rubbing
his crotch through his jeans. He kicked the habit in
the knick of time, leaving
his palm flat on top of his thigh.

"Well, that definitely throws a curve into my plans."

"Things like this happen, Jim. Last week, the Eskridge
Gazette gave some sketchy details, stating Harald's
had all intentions of dotting the map with stores."

"What made them change their minds?"

"I had a discussion with your father."

"Oh?"

"Right. He figures no one could have been more
surprised than the folks at Harald's, well on this
side of the Atlantic, when their main offices closed,
in England."

"Ripple effect, I think they call it."

"Sounds something like it."

"This is definitely not cool."

"Right," Cliff agreed, smiling at the `city-talk',
unrepresentative of area folks.

"Well, either I have to kiss my career goodbye or
move. Damn it! I had such good intentions of coming
back to the old hometown and setting up a business of
my own. I wanted to spend time with ma and pa. They'll
be crushed. Oh well, guess I better just face the
music."

Looking out the window, Jim could have sworn he saw in
the reflection, Cliff rearrange his lap system. When
he looked back, he thought he snagged Cliff glancing
at his seat.

"What sort of business had you hoped to get started
up?"

"My father had offered to help finance a
bed'n'breakfast business."

"Generous man. I don't know what I would have done
without his generosity."

"You know he's loaded?"

"No, really?" Cliff asked, sarcastically.

It earned him a nudge in the arm. The two smiled,
Cliff more heartily carrying his laughter farther.

"So, he loan you some money?"

"No. Better."

With the 4x4 zooming up the countryside, Cliff waited
for more conversation.

"So?"

"So, I came back from college, to a wretched,
brokendown ranch. I was ready to up and sell. At the
time, Harald's had been a booming business. Folks had
put down new roots. Real estate was good. I was told
it would be to my advantage to sell."

"So why didn't you?"

"Your father convinced me, giving up the countryside
to townhouses wouldn't be doing the environment
justice. So, he offered to help me out. He rented the
place from me, indefinitely, investing in fixing it
up."

"Rent? How much?"

Realizing he overstepped his curiosity, Jim withdrew
the thought.

"Sorry. None of my business."

"It could be."

"Oh? How do you figure?"

"I don't spend much time there actually, between my
office in town and running all over creation. Y'know,
I think it would do well as a bed'n'breakfast?"

"Sounds like a nice idea, but with Harald's defunct,
what else is there to draw people in?"

"Well, for one thing, the country club, which borders
my ranch, separated by Overbrook forest."

Looking to the ceiling, Jim tries picturing the layout
of the landscape.

"Right. I think I hiked there one summer I came home
for awhile."

"Oh? Then you were trespassing on my folks' property!"

"Sorry."

"Doesn't matter now, right?"

The two laughed.

"Hey, Jim?"

"Yeah?"

"See if I left a pen on the seat."

Reaching under himself, first one hand, then two,
Jim's search comes up nil.

"No... don't feel it anywhere."

"Whew.. you know how tough it is to get ink off of
these seats?"

"I could imagine. This gray probably shows every
mark."

"Yeah, but it's better than white."

"That's for sure."

Jim knew that was the lamest excuse, but played along.
Cliff thought he would keep pressing Jim, even though
he could have sworn Jim caught him glancing at his
basket.

"So, what do you think about my idea?"

"Honestly, Cliff. I don't know."

"Your dad made sure everything was properly fixed up.
Shit, he spent tons of dough on the farmhouse alone.
It's gotta be worth at least three hundred grand."

Whistling, Jim stated, "Must've set him back a few
pennies fixing the rest up. It must cost you plenty to
lease it back from him!"

Cliff smiled, as much as he was curious about Jim's
frequent gazes, so he began to bend when it came to
Jim inquiring about monthly figures.

"Fifty bucks a month."

"Fifty bucks for what?"

"To lease the property."

"Fifty bucks? That's peanuts!"

"Yeah. Told you something you already know. He's a
generous guy."

"Very."

"I could tell your father wasn't into charging a high
fee. More of an environmental protection issue, I'd
say. As I say, I haven't been spending much time
around the ranch. After it was revitalized, I've
managed to keep it painted, keep a couple of chicks."

Jim's heart fell into a deep depression. 'Chicks'? How
many women did he have out at the farm? Cliff did say
he had a lot of rooms. His cock sank down into his
pants, his balls lowering to the gun metal cushy
seats.

"What's the matter, Jim? You got a bellyache?"

"Yeah," he lied. "Probably just 'cause I haven't eaten
all day. The bus
ride. You know, the excitement of seeing the folks."

"Yeah, I can relate to that. I didn't eat til my
stomach started growling in
the middle of the night, when I came home."

"You're lucky to have an established, reputable
business going on,
Cliff."

"Yeah, I've started to get used to this new lifestyle.
So, what do you think of my idea?"

With his high hopes dashed, the palpitations in his
lap subsiding, Jim had a lesser excitement.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing."

Then, thinking the wiser, Jim figured he'd better look
beyond the crotch, return his demeanor to what it was
a few minutes ago.

"Let me get this straight. You're interested in
turning the farmhouse into a bed'n'breakfast?"

"Right. Cheap rent, too!"

"Really? How much?"

For the last fifteen minutes on the road, Cliff has
seen and sensed a lot of things. Having the occasional
roadside stops, he's had his share of one night
stands, rightly picking up a guy who's shared the same
feelings as himself. Right now, he gauged himself
about ninety-six percent sure of his assumptions.

"Y'know, Jim, now don't get me wrong here, I'm not
trying to throw some charity in your face, but I've
been thinking if maybe we could strike up a
`friendship' of sorts, it could be in both our
interests?"

Going out on a limb, time seemed to weaken, readying
himself to break off, falling into the pit of rabid
animals.

"Pull over."

Cliff knew he blew it. Turning the wheel to the right,
the 4x4 tried absorbing the bumpy shoulder. Putting it
in park, he sat there.

"Well?"

Little did Cliff know, Jim was making him sweat it
out.

"I...." Jim undid his seatbelt.

Figuring he was on his way, Cliff tells him, "It's
about three miles til you hit civilisation."

"I'm from these parts, remember?"

"Right."

"Listen, Cliff, I... have something to tell you."

"Well come right on out with it, Jim."

"Even though I didn't rightly grow up around here, I
know the people."

"Right."

"I know they don't take too kindly to certain ideas."

"Right."

Cliff waited it out, to see where Jim was going with
this.

"Here goes. Cliff, I'm gay."

Sometimes known as a trickster, Cliff could dupe even
a cow into giving up a calf to birth. Right now, he
let the tension linger, his mouth moving around,
tonguing each cheek.

"So?"

"It doesn't bother you?"

"Why should it?"

It's then, Cliff realizes, even though it a social
issue, he's speaking from the perspective of being gay
and hiding it.

"Well I figure, the fact you're not..."

"Who says?"

Even though Jim thought it a totally lost hope, he
replies, "All those chicks up at your place you keep."

"Chicks, eh?"

"Yeah. You know. The ones you hang out with when
you're not in town?"

Cliff kept up the charade, even though he wanted to
blast out in laughter, until Jim went for the door
handle.

"Forget it."

"Now wait a minute there."

Not that Jim minded, Cliff clenching his arm, but he
hoped he hadn't walked into a situation of making
known his gay sexuality, then the guy turning out to
be homophobic. He tugged at his arm, threw his legs
over the seat, facing the open door.

"Wait a minute, Jim!"

Thinking Cliff was racing after him, for all the wrong
reasons, he started to jog up the shoulder.

"Hold on there Jim. Wait up!"

Taking to his feet, Cliff hurls himself out of the
4x4, running after him.

"Jim! Jim! Wait... please wait!"

Out of breath, they both halted, Jim on the defensive.

"What?"

"I want to apologize."

"Apologize? For what?"

Half-smiling, Cliff replied, "When I mentioned the
`chicks', I meant little babies. Y'know? The little
yellow ones you see on Easter cards?"

Not knowing how to respond, merely feeling like a
total doofus, Jim stood there, his only worldly
possesion over his shoulder, his backpack.

"Damn, Cliff. Why didn't you say so?"

"I know. I should have, but...."

Shaking his head, Jim already had it in his mind to
forgive Cliff.

"You're a real jokester, you know that?"

"I know."

"So the chicks are little baby hens, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Anything else I should know about you before I take
you up on your offer."

"Maybe one thing."

Waiting for a reply, Jim stood there, his thumbs
tucked under the straps of his backpack, his jacket
tight over his flat front.

"Well, spill it."

Stepping forward, Cliff put his hand on the side of
Jim's face. Jim backed away.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

Still a bit leery, Jim was on his guard. However, with
a couple of close encounters in college, back east, he
knew the tender feeling of a warm hand on a guy's
cheek, both giving and receiving.

"Depends on how much force is used, I suppose."

"Are we talking anal or oral here?"

At this moment, Jim dismissed any thoughts of Cliff
`not' being gay. A hand to his cheekbone, remained,
Cliff moving in for a roadside kiss. They walked back
to the 4x4 and hopped in.

"So you're okay with the offer?"

"Well," the country boy-turned-city slicker,
continues, "I think," his body lurches over, towards
Cliff, hand on his thigh, "we could think about it?"

"Oh man, you don't know how good this makes me feel!"

Following Cliff's lead, Jim depresses the seat belt
button, freeing the driver of his safety bondage.

"You ain't the only one, country boy!"

Hands on Cliff, Jim's left on his shoulder, right one
slipping from thigh, to the side of his torso, their
lips meet.

"Nice," Cliff replies to the wet endeavor.

"Same here."

"So," Cliff starts out, lingering on the moment, "want
to take a look at the place?"

"Yeah," Jim replies, "especially the sleeping
facilities!"

"You move fast."

"I've learned in business, it can make a man or break
him, for failure to act."

In response, Cliff put the 4x4 in gear and headed down
the road.

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"So, how do we go about we doing this?"

"I think we should start by taking our clothes off?"

"No, dah," Jim says. "I meant our business venture?"

"First things first?"

"I get it. You want to see how good I am in bed."

Smiling, Cliff, leaving his jacket over the armchair,
begins to unbutton the front of his shirt.

"A fair assumption."

"And if I'm not, the deal is over?"

"Don't disappoint me!"

Cliff winked, moving closer to Jim, whom had managed
to strip out of his wire-rimmed glasses.

"Looks like you're in a hurry."

"Yeah," Cliff giggled, "big hurry."

Looking down at his pants, both could see the
immediate need growing.

"How about you?"

Cliff, reaching forward, groped at Jim's pants.

"Hmm... I think we have ignition!"

Not wasting time, Jim placed his hands inside Cliff's
shirt. Both hands ascended the thirty year old's
sides, meeting in the middle, palms pressing against
the dark fur on Cliff's pecs. Their lips met. All
during their making out, hands busied at the clothing
removal task. Almost simultaneously, each stripped
shirts, unbuckled pants, unzipped, let pants fall,
each depantsing themselves, allowing the other to
lower briefs.

"Nice!" Jim called out, his hand going around Cliff's
barrel.

"Nicer!"

A vibrancy of feeling could be felt by both, each
holding full erections in their hands.

"Yeah?" Jim asks, "Would feel nicer with your lips
wrapped around it?"

"Like I said," Cliff again reiterates, "you're a fast
mover."

Right now, Cliff assumed the position of `fast mover',
pressing against Jim's shoulders, making him sit on
the edge of the bed. As he fell to his knees, he
opened his mouth, tasting Jim's cockhead.

"Heeeeeeey!"

Laughing, Jim presses his hands against the mattress,
shimmying himself up, towards the pillows.

"You want it, come and get it!"

"Playing `hard' to get, huh?"

Playing each other's game, Cliff crawls up the bed,
his 9.5c hanging down, swaying with his large orbs,
the outline of his dark, hairy pecs, moving in rythym,
his tight abs clenched, the defined trail down his
stomach obvious.

"Work out, huh?"

"Yeah. With calves and other `animals'!"

"I like the sound of that!"

More than the sound, as Cliff went down on his ten
inch tube, he felt up the smooth shoulder blades,
hearing the sound of slurps, a tongue wrestling with
his fucktool.

"Oooooh hell yeah!"

Even though his mouth was plugged, Cliff managed a
smile, the endorphins kicking in big time, as his
tongue glided around the barrel. Playing a part in
getting turned on immensely, he arched his back when
Jim's wandering hands latched onto his pecs, toying
with his hard nubs.

For Jim, he had found a natural means of good
vibrations, Cliff obviously enjoying his ministrations
of pec nub stimulation, his mouth, taking his tall
pole in, beyond the tonsils, sinking deeper inside
Cliff, his humming, pleasurable sounds, weaving a
melody of love.

The oral part was great, however it never worked it's
way into the anal part of a gay sexual encounter, not
mattering with the two participants.

Assembling themselves, Cliff comments, "You're a hot
kisser."

"Thanks. I rather enjoyed your endeavors as well."

"Here. We both look the same size," Cliff says,
tossing Jim a pair of boots.

"Nice. Where'd you get them?"

"A country fair years ago. Never wore them."

"How come?"

"I dunno. I was saving them for sometime special. I
reckon this is special."

Holding the two boots in one hand, Jim paws the side
of Cliff's face, zeroing in on his lips.

"Thanks."

"So, how about I take you out to your folks' place?"

"Sure. I'll want to visit with them, but I know is
father and mother's night for church choir."

"They might skip, knowing their son has arrived."

"I doubt it."

Both stood there. Jim wanted to suggest something.
Cliff had it in his mind to make an offer.
Simultaneously, each went to say something.

"You go," Jim said.

"No, you."

"I was wondering, if you're not doing anything
tonight..."

"What time do you want me to pick you up?" Cliff
asked, a wide grin across his face.

"I'm not sure. I'll give you a call."

"It's a date! I mean deal..."

"No, you're right the first time, Cliff."

"Really?"

Outside, Jim hopped in the truck, no longer a stranger
to either the vehicle, nor the driver.

"Hey, you missed the turn, Cliff."

"Ooops! Hold on, Jim!"

Cliff did a 360 degree turn. The centrifical force
caused Jim to press againt the door, but as he
straightened out the wheel, he over exaggerated
falling back to normal and his left shoulder fell onto
Cliff's right.

"Heeey, I'm sorry Cliff."

"Why?"

A look between the two made all forgiven.

"Wow, look at that!"

"What?"

"Pa's out painting the barn."

"You said it, Jim and in this hot weather?"

"Guess I'll have to give pa a scolding!"

"Hey, Jim, don't give him too tough a time... just
send him to bed with no
dinner! Hee he hee..."

"Haa ha haa... you think that would do any good?"

"Probably not!"

The two exited the 4x4. Jim's pa got down from the
ladder, his shirt
sticking to his body.

"Paaaa..."

"James... it's so good to have you home, boy!"

Cliff could see the deep love each had for the other,
but the cork was ready
to pop off the champaygne as his ma bolted out of the
screen door.

"Jimmy.. Jimmy... is that you, baby?"

"No, it's your Uncle Harry from Toledo!"

"Oh hogwash, Jimmy... just wait til I get you...."

The two embraced.

"Why, you're nothing but a skinny runt, Jimmy!"

"What d'ya want, ma... It's not like I've been eating
your home cookin'!"

The four of us got a laugh out of the classic line
that's pleased ma's
everywhere for generations.

"Well, you come in right now and I'm puttin' some
supper out for you... Dr.
Madison, you're welcome to stay."

Pa spoke up, "Welcome? That's the least we can do for
a man that drops the
love of our lives at our doorstep.. c'mon doc, you
could use some fattening
up, too!"

"I swear Mike that you and Emma are treating me just
like one of the herd!"

"You go right in, doc, I want to clean up a bit."

"Tell you what, Mike. You go get cleaned up and I'll
cover the paint up and
take care of the brush."

"Thanks doc. You're one in a million!"

Dr. Cliff Madison 'was' one in a million. With the
economy of Eskridge going down after the closing of
Haralds, he had to take a chicken or homemade jams as
payment. Folks that could, slipped him some
extra cash now and then, because they knew their
Christian neighbors were bartering for Dr. Madison's
services. It all worked out in the end and it's just
one part of country living Cliff liked, but still
there was this void in his life. Fortunately, for the
Lucado's, they could afford most anything. Still,
Jim's father and mother liked doing their own chores,
to keep fit.

"Emma, this apple pie is mighty delicious!"

"Well, doc, it sure looks like Emma's finally put a
gut on you!"

Good thing tables were made to fit the lap under. Jim
started to feel a longing in his pants, as Cliff
pulled up his T-shirt and unveiled a dark, shaggy
trail running from midchest on down to his beltline,
passing over a wrinkled navel.

"By George, Emma... will you look at that... I've
actually got a belly!"

Jim just sat there, taking it all in, except for his
forkless hand that slid done his thigh.

"Well, then I just better send you home with another
piece, to keep you from getting to look like a skinny
runt like Jimmy!"

"Huh?" Jimmy questioned, upon hearing his name.

"James?"

"Yes, pa."

"What are you daydreaming about?"

"Daydreaming?"

Now he managed to get himself in such a fix. He had to
get out of this real quick, so he did it naturally...
changed the subject!

"Pa, I know you and ma are counting on me staying
around here..."

His ma contested, "Jimmy, you're not thinking of
leaving us. You just got home!"

"No, nothing like that ma. In fact, I got to talking
to Cliff... um, Dr. Madison about a business venture."

"Ooooh Jimmy, I'm soooo proud of you!"

Mrs. Lucado just had to get up and give her son
another hug.

"Ooooh ma, now look what you've done!"

"Oooh Jimmy... you know I'm sorry... no fuss... I'll
have you cleaned up in a hurry!"

Jim's shirt and pants had pecan pie all over it. He
started to formulate a devilous plan as ma wrung out a
dish cloth. Pushing himself away from the table, he
lifted the bottom edge of his T-shirt and lifted it up
and had intentions of whipping it off, however, it got
stuck at his neck.

"Hey, somebody help me!" Jim shouted, his voice
muffled from the shirt and pecan pie covering.

Cliff didn't want anyone to rescue Jim. He fought the
feeling to get up and help, but from across the table,
the view mesmerized him.

"OOoooh Jimmy... look what you've done to the rug...
why I oughta take you out back and take a switch to
ya!"

Cliff thought in his mind... hmm, maybe I'll get to
see that, yet! But no such luke as ma kidded. No way
she would mess up this surprise reunion with her
Jimmy.

"That happen often?" Cliff asked.

Pa filled him in.

"Not too often, no. But I will tell you one time I got
so pissed at..."

"Paaaaaa! You watch your language. Now apologize to
Dr. Madison!"

It had been all too clear that Pa had been ruled over
by a strict tongue!

"Doc... I'm real sorry I used the word 'piss'!"

Three of them laughed as Mrs. Lucado almost decided to

take Pa out for a switchin'.

Jim commented, "Mother, why aren't you taking pa out
for a
switchin'!"

"Oh, he'll get his switchin' later!"

Pa cut in to her, "Mother Lucado, how can even think
of having sexual thoughts like that in front of
guests!"

Mrs. Lucado's face turned as red as a beet, but then
she did a play on words, mocking her husband back.

"Dr. Madison, I am so sorry for my husband's rude
'back' talk!"

"No need to apologize, Emma. It's all in clean fun!"

"Thank you for understanding and Pa, you do the
dishes!"

"Whaaaaat?"

Cliff really felt it difficult to follow the
conversation, his twenty-seven year old hitchhiker's
lightly haired chest staring him in the face. Again,
the table kept some of his body from view, but like
the pecan pie, his mouth watered for a taste of those
pink niblets and other parts.

"Don't suppose you fixed up the barn for Jimmy, pa?"

"Oh, Emma. It's warm out. He just needs a couple of
sheets!"

"If ya had any sense to ya, you would've keep his
bed!"

"Oh now Emma, do we have to go through that again?"

"Ma?"

"Yes, Jimmy."

"You don't have to worry about all that. I'm staying
in one of Cliff's guest rooms at his ranch."

"You mean.... you're not.... staying here?"

"Oh, Emma... you think the boy wants to sleep in that
stinky barn?"

"You hush, pa!"

Cliff decided to try to bail Jim out, but also thought
of it for his own selfish pleasures.

"Now, Emma, it's no problem for Jim to stay with me
and you can see him whenever you want to."

Pa speaks up, "Well, doc, you think up how much room
and board will cost and I'll..."

"You haven't heard your son's business proposition. I
think he'll be able to each his own way, with a little
help at financing."

"James?" his father asked, always using his given
name, when he meant business.

After explaining his idea to his father, which went
over quite well, Jim's mother felt better about him
sleeping away from home.

"At least you'll have a bed!"

"Um, what happened to my bed, anyways?" Jim inquires.

"Fell right through the roof, into it," his father
made the long story of fixing the roof, shortened.

"If Mr. Moneybags here spent the money to hire a
proper roofer, maybe the roof wouldn't have wound up
with a hole in it."

"And I would've had a bed?"

Light laughter filled the room, although Jim had been
very happy of the facts of the accident, regarding his
bed.

"So, Dr. Madison, what ideas do you have planned for
the place? Maybe I can lend a hand?"

"My word, pa... you keep your eyes from peckin' into
Cliff's business! You've got enough work to do around
here and..."

"Alright Emma! Geesh, You don't have to read me my
rights!"

"What rights, pa... you ain't got none with me
around!"

The Lucados started slinging the crap back and forth.
Jim got up from the table, carrying his empty
plate, milk glass and fork. Cliff decided to follow.
The two were in kitchen, far from the maddening
conversation.

"They like that often, Jim?"

"All the time, Cliff. They get going and it can last
for a half hour and finally they kiss and make up."

Cliff took in what Jim was saying, trying not to get
overheated with the Jim's exposed barechest. He had to
make some kind of connection. He had an idea.

"Oooh, sorry Jim."

"No problem."

Cliff got his chance, sliding his plate into the
kitchen sink, the hairy forearm brushing by Jim's
stomach.

"No problem whatsoever, Cliff!" Jim smiled.

Cliff had to get Jim back to his ranch.

Jim tried to calm his crotch after Cliff sideswiped
his body. This is one time he was sooo happy that he
put on his boxerbriefs, as his cock was trying to
force it's way out of it's confinement to hang down
his short's leg.

"We better think about getting back to your place,
Cliff. I bet you have a ton of patients in the morning

and I don't want to be the cause of you waking up
sleepy."

Cliff liked the idea!

"Matter of factly, Jim. I haven't made up the guest
room. Also, I don't have any rounds to make tomorrow
morning. I don't work on the weekends, unless it's an
emergency. By the way, I was thinking of getting a
computer."

"You don't have one?"

"Don't know much about using one, so didn't invest in
any."

"Cool! Then we can go look for a computer."

"Yes." Was all Cliff could say.

Cliff had his eyes set on something totally erotic and
satisfying!

"Ma, Pa... Cliff and I are leaving now. Thanks for the
dinner."

"Wait, Jimmy. You just got here!"

"Yeah, Emma... they just arrived only four hours ago!"


"Hush, pa.. you keep outta this."

"Listen, James, the same thing happened to your ma
when you left for college. I had to hold her down.
Why she almost ran after the damn bus!"

"Pa! Will you watch your language in from of Dr.
Madison!"

"Oh yeah, sorry doc!" Like he meant it!

Darkness had overtaken the landscape. The only lights
that played on the cab of the 4x4 were the panel
lights. They were quiet until Cliff tried to stir up
some conversation.

"So, what kind of music do you like, Jim?"

"This is okay what you're playing now."

"So, you like country, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Male or female?"

"Male or female... depends... you, Cliff?"

"I like just about anything except that rap crap!"

"Haa ha ha haaa.. yeah, I know what you mean."

Cliff walked right into a dilemma quite by accident.

"So, how do you like males?"

"You mean male country singers, or any males?"

"Country singers, of course. What do you think I
meant?"

"Well, I don't know, Cliff. The way you were staring
at my chest tonight!"

Rubber burned as Cliff jammed on the breaks.

"You always drive like this, Cliff?" Said Jim, very
lightheartedly.

"Only when provoked!"

After a sweet kiss, Cliff put the 4x4 in gear and they
continued on their
way. Entering the yard, pulling up to the farmhouse,
he cut the motor.

"Quick! Close the door or the chicks will come in."

They both giggled.

"You want a beer, Jim?"

"I don't know if I should, Cliff."

"Why's that?"

"Well, I tend to get silly when I drink too much
alcohol and might do something I'll regret."

"I'm counting on it!"

Cliff had come out to the grouping of two sofas and
two armchairs surrounding the circular fireplace in
the middle of the room. They sat in the middle of one
sofa. Cliff stoked up the fire.

"Whew, it's hot in here."

Putting his can down, Cliff reaches down and pulls his
T-shirt off in a hurry, tossing it somewhere's behind
him. Jim's eyes becomed glued to Cliff's body. Cliff
sees this and decides to up the ante. Taking his ice
cold beer can, he rubs his stomach with it.

"Oooh, that feels soooo good."

"Yeah, it is hot in here, come to think of it!" Jim
says.

Stripping off his shirt, he goes beyond the buttons
and cuffs. Cliff sips his beer, watching the strip
show, right down to the lowrise briefs.

"Whew! That does feel good. Hey, toss me one of those
beers, Cliff. I changed my mind."

"Sure."

Jim catches it and opens it immediately, like he's got
a thick plot. The beer rumbles out of the can,
spilling all over him and soaking into his crotch.

"Oh shiiiit! Look what I went and did... come and
clean it up, Cliff?"

"Sure, wait.. I'll get a towel."

"Oh, but I don't want you to use a towel!"

"What the fuck?"

Cliff is getting the signal loud and clear, but he's
not ready to give in!

"How can I clean up the beer if I don't have anything
to clean it up with? What'dya want me to do? Strip off
my pants and use them?"

"Now that's the most perverted thing I ever heard of
doing, Cliff! Damn, you do that and I'll get the
notion that you're trying to seduce me!"

"Being the good host I am, I feel obligated to see to
the needs of my guests!"

Cliff had guzzled down almost two cans of beer. Jim
one.

"Got anymore brew, host? aggghuh!"

A loud belch proceeds to sound throughout the room,
directly up Jim's throat.

"Well, so much for guest's manner's, Jim."

"Old Arabian custom... if you like the food, you
burp... the more you like it, the louder the burp!"

"Sounds like you liked the beer! Don't go anywhere, be
right back!"

"Which way is your bed in case I do want to go
somewhere?"

Cliff, on his way back to the kitchen yells over his
shoulder, "Upstairs, second door on the left... but
get a shower first, Jim!"

It had been settled... the closet doors flew open and
when Cliff ascended the stairs, he would be walking
into the twenty-seven year old's world. Cliff heard
the shower running and opened the jon
door.

"Hey, how come you're... not... in... the....." Cliff,
ready to comment on the shower, derailed to, "nice
cock."

"Thanks. When do I get to suck... I mean see yours?"

"Soon as you strip me down!"

Jim took the beer from Cliff's hands and placing both
on the vanity. He didn't go to work on Cliff right
away. Instead he opened one of the beers. Four fingers
went into the front of Cliff's shorts. Each had their
eyes on the other, staring dilligently. Jim moved the
shorts away from the shaggy trail. Lowering the can of
cold beer, he turned it bottoms up.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Cliff
growled and then sighed out loud.

He grabbed the back of his neck with his braided
fingers and arched his back. Looking up at the
ceiling, he squinted his eyes closed and exhaled....

"OOooooh fuck... oooh fuck.. fuck!"

Jim just smiled a toothy grin as he continued to empty
the can inside the fabric casing. Then he threw the
can in the sink.

"I'd say your cock is kind of drunk, Cliff."

"All I can say if you want a drink of beer, it's not
coming from the can."

"I thought you go my way with the thinking!"

With his arms still up, Jim got down on his knees.
Even though the beer were ice cold, the bulge had
returned to Cliff's shorts. Jim started to undo them
and then didn't wait to fidget with the zipper,
tearing it open. Cliff didn't flinch.. He just watched
Jim, waiting for his crotch action to commence.
Using Cliff's shorts as leverage, Jim pulled Cliff's
tightey-whitey's forward. Cliff's stuffed underwear
flew into his Jim's face, like someone putting a cloth
laced with chloroform over him. The smothering effect
wasn't at all scary. He used his oral weapons right
away, opening fire.

"Hey! Where you going?"

"Haa ha ha haaaa.."

Jim jumped in to the shower. This didn't leave Cliff
much choice. If he wanted Jim, he would have to go
after him.

"Heeeey... you didn't take your briefs off, Cliff!"

"Only one way they're coming off, Jim and that's with
your teeth."

"You think so, so ya?"

Jim gave Cliff a tough time, but they both knew what
each of them wanted. Jim fell to one knee and then to
the other. Instead of his teeth, he used his hands to
peel off the briefs.

"Ooooh... don't these look yummy!"

Like giving a face a tender kiss, Jim nestled Cliff's
fine looking, hairy balls in his hand, put his free
one around Cliff's barrel and leaned in to kiss the
soft head.

"Oooh, that feels soooo hot, Jim!"

"Probably because you're such a hot stud, Cliff!"

Jim looked up and Cliff looked down. Their eyes met.
Like leading a pair of lips in for a lip-lock, Cliff
guided Jim's head into his pubes. Jim opened up and
accepted the scepter and treated it royally.
Tightening his lips around the thick wood, he rotated
his head, in turn causing Cliff to put his hands up
against the tile walls.

"Oooohhh yeah... do me Jim!"

Suddenly Jim pulled out.

"What?"

"Nothing. But is this all I'm going to be good for?"

"What do you mean, Jim?"

Jim got up to his feet.

"Just this. Being your cocksucker."

"Why? You want this to be more than a one night
affair?"

"If you're thinking any other way, Cliff, then I
better dry off."

"Hmm. This answer your question?"

Like Cliff had done years ago, he took the back of
Jim's head and pulled him for a lip-lock. He pressed
Jim up against his hairy body and the natural lube of
water caused their skin to feel almost like jelly.
Both were nearly the same height, Jim a bit less
weight than Cliff. Their bodies were a good fit, but
the bulging going on down below made them feel like
two pieces of a puzzle loosing their ability to meld
together.

"Jim?"

"Yes, Cliff."

"We've got to get you started in a business of your
own."

"Oh? And what's your interest?"

"To keep you here with me forever!"

That's all Jim was interested in hearing. He reached
behind him and turned off the shower.

"Interested in showing me where I'll be sleeping for
the rest of my life?"

Cliff couldn't be more happier than if he were a pig
rolling in the mud!

"I hope you'll be doing something more than just
sleeping, Jim! Haa haaaa.."

"Oh, you just wait, Cliff. When I get done with your
ass, you won't be able to sit for a week!"

"You have decided to claim me, have you?"

"Yep. Just because you're what? twenty years older
than me..."

"Try three years and what makes you say twenty,
'little boy'!"

"Hmm. Must be that rugged hairy chest."

"Don't get too jealous, Jim. That peach fuzz on your
chest and stomach will be coming in real strong soon."


"I take it that you thought you were going to be on
top?" Jim teases.

"Yeah, but hell... take your best shot, tiger!"

"My best is 'the' best!"

"Shit! Where did that come from?"

"What?"

"That barrel between your legs?"

"You did it to me, Cliff!"

"Haa ha ha haaa... man, I thought I was big!"

"Yeah, I'm big and I'm going to be shoving it up your
ass, claiming that butt as mine."

"I like it when you sound rough."

"Yeah, then get the ass over in bed, there."

"Ooooooooooowch!!!"

Jim whipped Cliff on the butt with his towel, which
caused Cliff to jet to the bed.

"Haa ha haaa... even my boyfriend never ran that
fast!"

"Boyfiend?"

"Yeah, in college, but don't worry. We'll probably
never see each other again."

"I had a... lover."

"Oh yeah? You two split?"

"No. He was killed in action."

"Ooooh, Cliff I'm sooo sorry."

By this time, Cliff had lay out flat on his back, his
feet just under the sheet. Jim's feet joined him.

"Thanks, Jim. His name was James."

"Hey... just like me!"

"Yes, but no offense, you're a lot trimmer than he was
and...."

"Hey, Cliff?"

"What?"

"Why don't you turn over on your stomach and while
you're telling me about James, I can give you a tongue
massage?"

Suggestive, to say the least.

"Very nice. Sure."

Cliff rearranged himself so his arms lay folded on the
pillow and his head on top of them.

"Nice pits, Cliff... maybe I'll just wet them
downfirst."

Cliff says, "My body belongs to you tonight, Jim."

Jim savored each of Cliff's tufted pits of hair, but
what gave him more satisfaction was the sneaky
maneover that got his shaft laying flat in Cliff's
asscheeks, like a weenee in a bun! Cliff lost control
and began pumping his cock into the mattress.

"Guess you like fucking that bed more than me?"

Cliff turned his head around and then toppled Jim onto
the bed.

"You asked for it, Jim. Now you're going to get it!"

In no time at all, Cliff had Jim lying down, his legs
bent up and over his chest.

"Guess you've been fucked quite a few times, huh Jim?"


"No, not once."

"But you had a boyfriend."

"Right, boyfriend, but I was saving my ass for that
special guy that would someday sweep me off my feet!"

Cliff gave Jim a toothy grin and then went about his
business of getting ready for cherry poppin' time.

"Above your head, Jim, there's lube and a box of
condoms. Toss them to me?"

"Here's the lube, but from now on, since you're only
going to be pumping your load for me, you can forget
the condom!"

"I guess this makes it official, huh?"

"No. It became official when you picked me up from
hitchhiking."

"Oh, so you had these ideas of meeting and falling in
love, did you?"

"And you didn't? Come off it, Cliff. You wanted me the
first moment I sat in your 4x4."

"Yeah. You got me, Jim."

"Well, I hope so... now get my hole lubed up so you
can sign the deal."

Jim had the time of his life. He took the pain of his
tight hole getting worked over by Cliff and they both
went to sleep as lovers!

Copyright 2004/Revised 2006 T. Chase McPhee
This story may not be sold, nor made part of any
collection, without prior consent from the author.