by Tara Lain
“Yeah. If it’s sports, I pretty much like it.”
“Me too.”
“Maybe we could watch a game sometime.”
The look on Mick’s face should have been in church. Wide eyes, mouth slightly parted. “That would be great.”
God, it almost hurt to look at that face. Jerry pulled open the fridge. “I’ve got beer, mineral water, a couple sodas, and a half bottle of wine about six months old that my friend Rodney brought over.” Holy shit. What had he just said? He flicked his eyes up at Mick.
Mick was looking at him but didn’t seem upset by the name of the guy who had kicked his ass. He gave a half smile. “I should really meet that guy again someday and thank him. I’ll have mineral water, by the way.”
“Why would you thank Rod?” He carried two waters to the couch, sat down a couple of feet from Mick, and handed him a bottle.
He sipped it, then turned it in his hands. “I was in a very bad place when that whole thing happened. I was drinking a lot, not exercising or taking care of myself at all. I knew I was going to lose my job if I didn’t quit, but I couldn’t seem to get interested, you know? Then that guy, that little fag—excuse me, gay guy—kicked my butt eight ways from Sunday, and it must have blown a hole in my head because suddenly I could see what a mess I was making of everything.”
“Holy shit. Saint Rodney.”
Mick laughed. “I talked to the cap and took a week off and just got off the sauce, ran half the day, and started eating right. I promised to start being nicer too. I try. I only tease you, mostly.”
Tease? “Actually, you hurt my feelings sometimes.”
Mick’s eyes got glassy. “God, Jerry, I’m sorry. I’m crappy with people. You should just tell me to fuck off, but I know you’re too nice to do it.” He grinned. “Except the other day.”
“So why were you drinking so much?”
Mick frowned. “Sometimes what you’re taught is true doesn’t match what you see in front of you.”
“Your, uh, community?”
“Yeah.” He took a deep breath. His chest expanded. “My father blames every problem in the world on fag—uh, gay people. Wars, famine, flood, earthquakes, everything. I mean, each time they talk about a new disease on TV, my father finds a way to pin it on gays.”
Dear God. No wonder he was screwed up.
Mick looked up with wide green eyes. “And they’re armed, Jerry. They’ve got guns in trucks and closets and under beds.” His voice got louder. “I used to believe it. Everything. But then I came to Laguna, and I saw people like Hunter, who didn’t seem so bad. Hell, maybe he was doing kind of weird stuff, but I couldn’t figure out why God would punish all of humankind just because of Hunter.”
He wiped a hand over his face, but his whole body shook. “Then I met you, and every time my father preached, all I could see was some asshole with a gun shooting you just because someone pointed a finger and said you were gay. They wouldn’t even know how nice you are or how kind. They’d never ask if you wanted to get married and have kids.” He held up his hand like a gun. “Pow. And you’re dead and my father proclaims the Promised Land, and I think it’s bullshit!” He gasped and closed his mouth.
Kee-rap. He felt like he’d just been shot for real. “Is this still going on? I mean, the guns and shit?”
“Yeah.”
“You think they’re dangerous?” Shivers traveled up his back.
“Yeah.”
“Man, that’s cracked.” Just what the fucking world needed. More gay haters with guns.
“That’s why I drank.”
Jerry scooted over and put an arm around Mick. “It’s a wonder you’re even alive.” Mick’s shoulder felt like stone, he was so tight. Mick nodded, then suddenly dropped his head onto Jerry’s shoulder and sighed.
Holy crap. How had the guy even remained sane?
His voice came out soft and muffled. “Then I started watching, you know, videos. And I saw that guys stick their cocks in women’s asses too, so how can just doing that be the end of the world? The women seem to like it.”
“You like watching that, do you?”
“Yeah. It’s my favorite.”
Interesting. “Have you ever seen two men do it?”
He shook his head against Jerry’s shoulder.
“Want to?”
Jerry had to look down to see him nodding. “Okay. Stay right here.” He guided Mick’s head to the soft back of the couch, got up, and went to his bedroom where he’d left his laptop. After a quick fix of some sheets and blankets on the bed, he grabbed the laptop and walked back to Mick. The big guy hadn’t moved.
Jerry sat down and opened the computer on his lap. It had only been sleeping, and the firefighter equipment page he’d been checking out yesterday flashed to life. He searched his favorites and clicked on one of the best gay porn videos he’d seen that was pretty vanilla. Just two guys fucking. No double anal or bondage or docking or anything.
“Unh, unh, unh.”
Mick raised his head.
One guy on the screen, a slim, dishwater blond with a big cock, was deep throating the other guy. Yeah, and just as he remembered, the other guy looked a lot like Mick. Big and blond. He glanced sideways at Mick. Big eyes, baby. Mick was riveted to the screen. Jerry pointed at the scene. “They stop this oral pretty quick and get to the anal.”
“Uh, okay.” He never looked away.
The smaller guy popped the big cock out of his mouth, then pushed his legs back by his ears.
Mick was breathing hard but said, “Oh, I like hands and knees better.”
“Give it a chance. This is pretty nice.”
“Okay.”
The dirty-blond got real dirty and poised his condom-covered cock right at the other guy’s hole, then stopped to say the required shit about how bad the guy wanted it and was he a bad boy and all that.
Jerry glanced at Mick and watched his eyes as the fucker pushed all his body weight against his cock and drove it into the wildly accepting hole.
“Oh shit.” Mick’s voice was all breathy, and his board shorts officially became a board tent. He liked it, man. But hell, so did Jerry. He’d seen the porn a hundred times, but he’d only seen Mick’s giant cock once before, and then he wasn’t waiting for it to fuck him. Hell, his dick was ready to hammer nails.
“You like it, or want me to fast-forward to doggy style?”
“Ohhhh, I love it.”
“Keep watching.” Jerry slid over to the side table where he kept some emergency supplies, opened the drawer, and grabbed the condoms and lube. He might be ready to come, but he’d need slick to get Mick’s monster in his ass.
He moved back to Mick with his prizes. “Okay, big guy, just keep watching but let me move you around some, okay?”
Mick nodded but watched the screen like it was the secret to eternal youth.
Jerry pulled off his own shorts and tossed them on the floor. Mick’s gaze finally left the screen. “Wow. You’re hard.”
“So are you. Watching porn does that, right?”
“Yeah. You got a nice cock, Jer. I didn’t get a good look at it last night.”
“Thanks, Mick.”
Mick glanced at the screen and looked back at Jerry just in time to see him shoving lube into his hole. “What’s that?”
“It’s lube. All guys use it. Plus, your cock is so big I need some extra.”
“Can I see your asshole?”
Jerry bent over and pointed his butt toward Mick as he shoved in some more lube.
“I’m gonna put my dick in there?”
“Yep.”
“Looks too small.”
“It’s just like those guys.” Mick looked back at the screen as the smaller guy hammered the big one, doggy style now.
“See how that hole opens up. Mine will too for you.”
“Holy God.” Mick grabbed his cock through his shorts. His knuckles turned white as he squeezed and breathed deep. Then he smiled. “That was close.”
Jerry laughed. “I’m close too. We better get it in quick so you get to have the experience before we both blow. Take off your shorts.”
Mick’s ears turned pink, but he slowly pulled the blue-and-red shorts down over the huge pole sticking out of his crotch. Man, mouthwatering.
Jerry grabbed a condom. “Here, let me fix you up.” He reached out and slipped the condom on Mick, then grabbed Mick’s dick and quickly and efficiently applied the lube. “I can’t make this too fun or we’ll both come.” He laughed.
Mick stared down at the application with short breaths whistling past his lips.
“Okay, you’re ready.” Jerry grabbed the computer and backed up to just before the place where the one guy inserted his cock in the other guy’s doggy ass. Jerry crawled onto his hands and knees. “Now, get me in a place where you can keep watching and fuck me at the same time.”
Mick gasped. “Fuck you.”
“Yep, that’s what you asked for and that’s what we’re doing. Come on. Watch the video.” Jerry reached back, pushed three fingers into his hole, and concentrated on relaxing. Man, his cock was throbbing so hard he could only keep from coming by thinking about Mick and not his own cock.
The guy on the video positioned his cock. “Do that.”
A big, blunt head pressed against his butt.
The porn guy pushed and half his cock disappeared. “You don’t have to go that far. But push, Mick, push.”
“Oh God.” The head pressed hard. Jerry focused on relaxing his muscles. Mick wailed, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s gonna hurt so good, baby. Push.”
Mick did as he was told. The huge intruder pressed into the hole, and a couple of seconds later, pop, it pushed through the ring of muscle and into happy land.
Jerry gasped. “Oh crap.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, dammit. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
The voice was soft. “I’ve never fucked anyone before.”
Oh my God, the guy’s a virgin and I’m popping his cherry. Well, sort of. Too late to go back. Desperate to be fucked. “Shove it in as far as you can go.” Mick did it. “Feel good?”
“Oh God, oh God, Jerry.”
“I know. Pull out almost to the tip.”
He did it.
“Now, back in.” Sweet Jesus! “You like it?”
“Oh God, yes.” Instinct must have taken over, because Mick started fucking Jerry for real. In and out. In and out. Jerry could feel Mick’s balls flying and crashing against his own. Holy crap, it was amazing.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck me. You’re so good. Fuck me.”
“Oh Jerry, I’m—I’m, oh God. I don’t want it to stop, but—this is the best thing I ever had. Oh God!” His long strokes turned into short little rabbit fucks. “Unh, unh, unnnnnh.”
Jerry grabbed his own cock. One pump, two pumps. Sweet crap, the guy was a natural. Cum spilled into his hand as his whole body turned to sweet, hot lava.
Mick’s pants and gasps vibrated through Jerry’s whole body. The pants of a virgin having his first fucking orgasm with another guy. What a trip. What an honor. Glad the leather’s washable.
He crashed face-first to the couch, pulling the giant attached to his butt with him. Mick landed on him like a rogue wave, but this guy could pull him under anytime.
For a second they just breathed together. Finally Mick whispered, “Sorry. I’ll bet I’m crushing you.”
“Raise up just a little.”
Mick propped himself on his arms, and Jerry turned to the side, slowly pulling the condom from his butthole. He reached down with one arm and grabbed it, then put it carefully on the floor beside them. With a flip, he landed on his back and pulled Mick down on top of him. Their softened cocks squished together. He kissed Mick’s neck, which was as high as he could get in that position.
Mick curled his neck and managed to get their lips together without moving his cock too much. It was funny. The guy was a virgin—well, until now—but he sure knew how to kiss. They played the game of tongues for a minute; then Mick rested on the decorative pillow beside Jerry’s head. “That was amazing. I didn’t know such a thing was possible.”
Jerry ran his fingers over Mick’s gleaming blond hair. Mick used to wear it military short, but now it was longer and silky fine. “Guys do it every day.”
“Yeah. And I never knew.”
Mick’s heavy weight all down his body felt damned good. “This was pretty incredible, man.”
Mick rose up and gazed into Jerry’s eyes. “Really?”
“Yeah. You’re a natural.” Mick smiled like Jerry had given him a gift, but that gift went both ways. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”
A slight crease appeared between the golden eyebrows. “I didn’t think of it that way. I’ve never been with a girl.”
Jerry smiled and smoothed the crease. “I guess you’re still a girl virgin.”
Mick laid his head back down. “I’ve never met a girl I wanted to be with.”
“Me either.” If the similarity meant anything big, no way he was going to point it out. Mick had taken enough giant steps for one day.
They breathed together. Quiet and warm. Nice. Jerry kind of drifted.
“Jer?”
“Hmmm?”
“When can we do it again?”
Chapter Eight
HE WAS humming. Mick smiled as he walked into the break room. Wow, did he feel good. They’d done it again, and he’d stayed later than he should have and had to race back to his place to take Jezebel home. She’d looked at him funny but hadn’t said much.
That was three days ago. They’d been on duty ever since. A couple of the guys were sitting at the table, but no Jerry. He couldn’t help looking for him.
He opened the extra fridge and pulled out a sparkling water, twisted the top, and took a swig. Might as well go work on equipment.
A few minutes later he was hunkered down polishing chrome on the big engine. It was fun. Soothing.
“Hey, Mick.”
He didn’t have to look. “Hi, TL.” The guy always seemed to want to be wherever Mick was. It made him antsy.
TL started rubbing the brightwork on the back end of the rig practically next to Mick. “How’d you like the ball?”
Mick frowned. “Uh, I got sick, so not so much.”
“You probably got sick from sitting with those fags.” He laughed at his own joke.
He just had to keep quiet.
TL leaned over toward him. “I gotta tell you, man, you’re my hero.”
“Why?”
“That girl you were with was the prettiest chick at the ball. Man, she’s a looker.”
“Yeah, she’s pretty.”
“Did you get any?” He barked a laugh.
Mick stiffened. Don’t encourage him.
“I was surprised you let her dance with that fag.”
His fist tightened on the cleaning cloth. “Jezebel doesn’t take orders from me. She can dance with whoever she wants. And I wasn’t much company.” Okay, calm down.
“But it made me sick seeing that pretty girl being touched by someone who’d stick his cock in another guy’s ass. I mean, that’s disgusting.”
“Come on, TL, lots of people do that. It’s no big deal.”
TL stopped shining and stared at Mick. “What the hell are you saying? Who does that except perverts and fags?”
Damn, why had he said that? “Just people. You know, guys do it to women too.”
“Yeah, pervert guys.”
“And guys in school and jail do that too.”
“Right. Horny, liberal, intellectual pervert fags and criminals.”
The voice came from behind Mick. “What are you ranting about, TL?”
TL looked up. “Hi, Straight. I’m just not believing that Mick here is defending a bunch of pervert fags who want to stick their cocks in assholes. I mean shit, that is dis-gusting.”
There was something scary about the new g
uy. Chills ran up Mick’s back.
Straight’s voice was low and smooth. “I’m sure Mick already knows that the only people who assfuck men are fags.”
Damn. “That’s not so.”
“Oh really?”
Mick stared at the chrome. His hair shone back at him. “It’s not a big deal. Guys do it for, you know, relief and stuff.”
“Who told you that?”
TL brayed, “Must have been a fag! That’s who. You been hanging out with that pervert Wallender too much, Mick.”
Mick frowned. “Nobody told me. I just read it, you know, online.”
Straight squatted next to Mick. He concentrated on not looking at him. Maybe he’d go away.
“There’s a lot of propaganda written by homos and homo lovers online, Mick. They want us to believe that what they do is natural, but we all know that it’s forbidden. It’s unholy. The Bible spells it out real clearly. I’ll bet you can quote chapter and verse, Mick.”
Mick shook his head. “Jesus never said a thing about it.”
“But Leviticus….”
“Prohibits lying with mankind as with womankind.”
“Yes. Very clear.”
He looked at Straight. “Yeah, but I work on Sundays and nobody condemns me, and I know a lot of people who call themselves Christian who are divorced, and nobody stones them, and I’ve seen TL here eat shellfish, which is anathema.” He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t talk to me about Leviticus.”
“So you think these fags are doing right?”
Damn. He wanted to go home. “I didn’t say that.”
“You practically did.”
Mick stood up and Straight came up beside him. Mick towered over the older guy, and for once he was glad. “Don’t tell me what I mean or what I said, Straight. You’re not my father.” He walked back into the building and stowed the cleaning supplies real easy like, but damn, his heart beat so hard he couldn’t hear.
If the only guys who fucked other men in the ass were fags, then what did that make him?
JERRY THREW his keys on the entry table, walked over to the sectional, and fell on his back on the soft cushions. Well, shit. Big mistake. He stood up and switched to the easy chair. Oh, great. Now he got to stare at the couch. The couch where Mick Cassidy, straight homo hater, had fucked Jerry’s brains out—twice. This, of course, meant he was probably neither straight nor a homo hater, but that idea might not have occurred to Mick.
