The Leatherwing Chronicles Book One

by James Brock

  But Lavender Hill in the wilds of north east Connecticut was our real home and where I met our neighbor, Ash. The neighbor had been settled there in what I innocently assumed was his family house for decades before Uncle made the purchase of our home. It wasn’t until I knew all of the secrets of Ashford Connor that I knew Ash had designed and built his beautiful home on the site of the humble cabin he had first built and occupied when coming to America.

  Ash was a good, quiet neighbor and I am not proud of the fact that I tried to be the instigator of something happening between us but I was. Never had any question that I was gay, and no, it was not Uncle’s influence. He tended toward the dramatic, did I mention he bought a house with the name Lavender Hill? Filled with antiques? and leaned toward gay snobbism. Caftans were worn at brunch, boys by the pool ogled. I NEVER brought friends home after the weekend Dicky Wells stayed over. Poor kid, cute as a baby hedgehog and from an already troubled home he looked twenty at age twelve. After dinner that Friday evening he was hit on by at least half dozen of Uncle’s friends to dance during the evening cocktail party-what, everyone doesn’t host a Friday evening soiree that includes drinks, dancing and live music. Donna Summer, Thelma Houston, Chic; were all after dinner entertainment guests at the house. We kept disco ALIVE at Lavender Hill! Dicky was dispatched HOME in one of our cars after Uncle found him doing the Boogie-Oggie-oggie with a known chicken hawk.

  And, yes, there was the mincing of every level at Lavender Hill.

  But I did not associate any of THAT with what I wanted to do with my buddies. I also knew that there was NOTHING wrong with what Uncle and his friends were up to (well, unless it involved Dicky-me they KNEW to keep mitts OFF) and that during the week, and on some of those weekends, they were working for civil rights not only for themselves but for everyone. Ok, there were a few florists and stock brokers and designers of all ilk in the group but they all kept funding up for the important stuff.

  So I just kept biding my time, and swiping Uncles Cadinot movies for repeated viewings, until I met a guy who WOULD let me kiss him and we…well, that is not really what this story is about, though so let’s get back to the important stuff.

  Meaning Ash.

  Here I am, a walking hormone and next door is this quiet, handsome MAN. It was a natural thing.So I took to wearing the smallest Speedo suit I could find (hey, it was a gay filled Connecticut house with in ground pool so there was ALWAYS a selection of them around-often next to beds) and took to tanning and twisting my torso as I perfected my dives while making certain that the hedges and fence between the two estates were trimmed back juuuustt enough for me to be seen by the neighbor. It never occurred to me that I did not see him in the light of day.

  He came to some of the (constant) parties and was always so nice to me, friendly, asked about school and never acted in a creepy way like SOME of Uncles friends. And he had that hot movie star look going which held my teenage attention. So in addition to my little burlesque shows at the pool I would be the one being inappropriate to him. Long lingering looks, long lingering touches; my stomach would get fluttery around him. I was on the swim team at another elite school by then, stripping, showing and hanging with a collection of the most perfect male bodies you can ever imagine outside a collection of Roman statuary (yeah, it’s YOU, Dying Gaul, I’m talkin’ about here) but the guy who is giving me wood and wet dreams is my hunky neighbor twenty (well, a LOT more than I knew then) years older than me.

  I’d always just assumed he was gay-single, he never a dated and until the day I saw him with that fucking TY I’d never seen him with a guy. Then I knew he WAS gay and that some no non-substance pretty boy (I read Chaucer and Shakespeare for fun for fuck sake) was moving in on my territory.

  It was late fall, they were sitting by Ash’s pool (and yeah, I was SPYING, I’d just been pressed into temporary barman duty when the barman for the disco party du jour-Gloria Gaynor inna house!-had been fed some lines and taken upstairs to the “Off limits to Carter” room. I KNEW what went on in there and still did not associate it with what I wanted to do with Ash. And yeah, admittedly any number of my friends. I had a joint I was working on and was I settled down along the fence/hedge line in a little fort I had created by burrowing deep into the brambly branches. It was a special and quiet place I could go to be alone and hide from drivers trying to take me to school, Uncle trying to make me go clothes shopping or Marta who was always trying to shove a vegetable down my throat or put a thermometer where nothing should ever have been inserted in my book. It was also a perfect spot to spy on Ash.

  There he sat with one of the sexiest young guys I had ever seen. The two of them right next to each other in some kind of deep, serious discussion, me watching them through the gloom.

  A little high, a LOT horny and steamed was my state of mind. I already had on a pair of tight jeans and a tight shirt that left little to the imagination (Uncle didn’t help my dressing choices) so proceeded to make a buncha noise, enough so that Ash finally called out. I popped my head up and said “Hey”. Then there was silence as they looked at the face in the hole in the hedge and I started back at them like a demented woodchuck until Ash asked me to come over and say hello.

  Which I was more than happy to do. I scrambled around to the front gate and was buzzed in by the really old guy (seriously thought he was a hundred, when he died and I took his place turned out he was only in his seventies. Ah the skewed perspective of youth!) who worked for Ash. I sashayed (Uncle and his friends HAD taught me a thing or two) up to Ash and put a hand on his shoulder as Ty stood and we were introduced. He was batting those long lashes so hard I thought he might take flight but I held my fingers firmly onto Ash’s shoulder. Luckily Ty was a quick study and knew what was what, and he has never forgiven me that I was not one of the Army of men who immediately fell under his spell. Ty, his warmth turned to steely cold, said that Ash was HIS mentor. Might as well have stood up and peed on him in possession. Oh, says bitchy me, I am his neighbor-meaning of course that I had money. Yeah, coulda used that Dad’n Mom ‘n big sis grounding about then. And the war was on between Ty and me. We made some small talk then I swished my hard little ass cheeks off (gave ‘em quite a show, Ash LOVES to re tell that story and embarrass the hell out of me) the pool deck and back to my own side of the hedge.

  Very shortly after that Uncle was dead. No, Ash didn’t snap and Ty didn’t come over for a revenge at Carter snack. The official line (and the way his obituary read) was a heart attack at fifty-six. I knew better, though. Yeah, it was his heart and it was an attack but it was more than just the high cholesterol diet and drinking. There were at least two nearly underage hookers and a load of poppers and several BIIIGG lines of coke involved in his passing. Ain’t kiddin’ here and don’t mean to be rude. Loved the man but truth is truth.

  I was nearing eighteen and there was NO one left in the lineage anyway so after much, much discussion with lawyers and doctors and school administrators and I think my swim coach it was decided that everything be liquidated and that I become a ward to one of them. This did not fly with me, so mad as a wet cat I went to Ash. Middle of the day, his “retainer” said he was not in. I fumed and swore and begged to have him CALL ME as soon as he got in. I pined and moaned until full darkness when Ash finally called and calmed me down, said he would help all he could but that he lived under circumstances that would not allow him to take on the task.

  “Because you have that hot skank to fuck!” I cried, literally, before dissolving into a puddle of tears on his leather sofa. His HAND TOOLED leather sofa.

  He let me cry for a while, then sat down next to me and held me. Luckily I was pretty close to the edge right then and NOT thinking with my teenage penis so I luxuriated in his arms and the warmth of being held.

  Drawing a DEEP breath then releasing me and standing Ash stepped to the window and stood there for a long time until my sobs had subsided. He then started a list of ground rules that went on and on if he were to agree to the proposal th
at he become my guardian. I would not have cared if he had said I needed to wear a chastity belt until I was forty at that point. Grinning I just nodded in silence, not hearing a word really of what he was saying, the gist of which was that our lives would pretty much stay the same, my staff would care for the house as always, I would finish school and go on to college and that at a later date the discussion of selling property would happen.

  And that I was to NEVER insinuate that there was or would be any physical relationship between him OR between he and Ty. Ty was an important part of his life, occasionally stayed in his own suite at the house but there was nothing out of the ordinary about that AND I was to always be cordial to Ty even if Ty were rude, not mean, rude to me. IF all of that was clear he would agree to meet, in his own time, the lawyers and doctors and school administrators and coaches as needed to discuss the future of me and my state.

  Chapter Two

  So I go to an Ivy League school with guys named Skip and girls named Dee Dee and earn an actual degree. Don’t really need it because even if I kept all of the properties and the lifestyle including staff I had enough to live about ten more life spans before ever becoming financially aware or concerned. But it was part of my agreement with Ash, and something Uncle just assumed was going to happen. For his occasional outlandish behavior Uncle did want the best for me. I had a swank little condo near those hallowed halls that are my alma mater but they were just sterile rooms compared to Lavender Hill. Uncle’s friends and Marta made certain Lavender Hill was kept UP just as he left it, from latest linens and upholster down to the weekly floral arrangements. Didn’t bother me and it did make it feel like Uncle was just out at the market, shopping or cruising.

  So late one night after the closing I brought a guy home. Nothing unusual in that, he was hot, I was hot-literally, it was August and we had gotten our dance on for a very short time before knowing we wanted to get our fuck on. He followed me back to Lavender Hill in his car, sweat was still tracking down my shirtless chest despite the fact I’d had the top down. We’d made the jump from the club just outside Hartford in less than an hour and I was ready for fun, the beaten up Datsun he drove kept up behind me, the door creaking open and closed as he ground in close behind me. It was a college guy beater of a car; he was probably working his way through somewhere stateish but who knew, he might be THE one no matter how little he might have.

  Playfully grabbing at each other I immediately stripped him out of his shirt and welcomed him in, couldn’t tell which economic group Cole fit in because he remained focused on me (yay!) rather than making any comment or having a reaction to the house. Which caused some guys to go into convulsions, a few actually left as soon as they walked in. Never took it personal, and was very glad this one, a steamy hot kid my age; tall, scruff of beard, sincere crooked grin, chocolate brown eyes kept his eyes on me rather than the house. His thick brown hair had been faux hawked up the middle of his head but was now mashed down by a frayed at the edges baseball hat-he looked hawt as fuck and like me ready to roll.

  Pulling Cole through the living room I snagged us a couple of bottles of water at the bar (NO DRINKING AND DRIVING EVER happened at our house, and slammed open the French doors to reveal the pool.

  We were quiet as we walked; I had put the bottles of water down on a table, and reached down to his hand, hooking his little finger when we stopped next to the flat sheet of pool water.

  “You stink, man,” Cole said as we walked next to the pool, making a playful shove as if to plunge me in. A move I’d been doing with buddies, family and friends my whole life. Except Marta. She was ALWAYS exempt from those kind of shenanigans. She’d gone to shop and stay at the place in the city for a few days or me and cute Cole would NOT be out playing in the pool at that hour. But I was glad we were ‘cause the kid was giving off an odor himself like you wouldn’t believe. Like he had rolled in dead stuff then covered it with one of those body sprays teenagers use instead of showering. And I frankly could deal with the dead stuff smell better. But hey, we’d been dancing and I’m certain I did have some stink on as well.

  So it was game on then. Grabbing the tall scruffy guy and plunged us both into the 72 degree water. Yeah, a little cool for a pool but it was August and hot as fuck.

  Tangled in the water we were like Octopi immediately, hands stroking, tearing at each other-he was wearing one of those sexy plaid cowboy shirts, cuffs un snapped and flapping already I brought my hands to his chest and un strung the snaps with a Superman like move. His shirt fell open to reveal that chest again, muscled, a sexy scraggle of hair trailed down over the flat muscles of his stomach. My fingers followed that happy trail down into the waistband of his wet jeans. Our lips were locked, tongues exploring each other’s mouths as I worked at the buckle of his jeans. Any coolness of the water was forgotten as I stripped him, we let our lips part and grinned at each other as we realized at the same time we had gone clubbing free balling as Cole had been working my jeans with the same fury I’d been stripping him out of his.

  The pool was soon a tangle of floating clothing and our naked bodies, hard cocks slashing together we duck dove down to bob on each other’s thick shafts, hands firmly gripping at the back of each other’s head and holding one another tight down on our shafts until our lungs were fully depleted. No, we weren’t playing an auto asphyxiation game, just a couple of horny young guys on a hot night having fun.

  His ass, dear Sweet Jupiter his ass! High, round, furry as fuck-when we didn’t have each other impaled on each other’s dick below the water we were grinding together, my hands cupped up under the hard globes of those cheeks that could have won a Tony, Oscar and Emmy on its own.

  I am very versatile when it comes to sex; don’t keep myself hung up on the top or bottom label, but every now and then the answer is so simple and easy-this was one of those cases.

  “Wanna fuck it?” Cole said on pulling that sexy grin away from my face. Did I wanna put my piece between those hard furry cheeks? Did Carol Channing always bring her own lunch to her long afternoons with Uncle by this very pool? Fuck YES is the answer to both of those things, btw. Stroking my fingers up into the groove of his ass and teasing at the tight, puckeredhole made my cock throb. Fuck YEAH……!

  “Don’t let this break the moment,” I said, my hand squeezing his thick shaft I wanted up my ass before this night was over “but let’s take this inside.” Cole leaned in and kissed me in a way that made me want to just move into the fucking pool. Bagel and cracker eating were going to become a little difficult but what the fuck, if his long hot lean body were always next to me I’d just give those little pleasantries up!

  Fishing the clothes out of the water we groped in the soaked material and found our wallets, wrung his jean and that sexy tattered (well, the sexy hole-at-the-knee jeans were pretty tattered too, we were about the same height and waist so I figured I would hook him up with some of my extras before he left, hey, I’m a giver-Uncle and Marta made me clean my junk out-well, it was GOOD junk-on a regular basis for the less fortunate) shirt out and tossed his into the dryer along with the frayed “gimme” baseball cap before heading upstairs quickly.

  No, there was no fooling around in the halls or living room or dining room or library or massive stair case despite the fact that the two of us were buck naked and our hard cocks were drooling with clear pre come. He even ignored the fact that I had a life size suit of armor in one corner of my room and an actual Picasso (a LITTLE one, ok?) on my wall.

  But we weren’t there on a home tour and once in my suite it was time to get bizzay….and we fuckin’ did.

  Stripping the pillows and spread off the king size bed we fell onto the crisp sheets-fuck he felt good and I can only imagine he felt the same about me from the way his cock was throbbing.

  Rolling Cole onto his back, my hands smoothing over that ass, he lifted his legs and smiled up at me once I had taken my face off his.

  “Tap that baby,” Cole hissed. I was already up on that one, all but sl
iding off the edge of the bed to grapple into the drawer of the nightstand, bringing out condoms and lube.

  A shaft of moonlight filled the room, washing over his body as I grinned down at him while pushing his legs up and scrolling the condom down over the length of my shaft. Pumping a pea size dot of clear lube into my palm and scraped it down over my shaft and anchored the tip down against his hole.

  “C’mon! Don’t wimp it, dude!” Cole grinned from below me as he pushed his ass up against the head of my cock. I didn’t say a word, just slammed myself down onto his shaft and started fucking.

  “Yeah, FUCK yeah!” he growled from below me, wrapping his arms around my back and pulling me down against him, our bodies feeling like they had become one.

  Flipping! Flopping! On his knees, his back-we rolled off the huge bed once but never even disengaged, Cole reaching back and grabbing my legs and holding me tight as we slipped over the edge and onto the thick area rug under the bed. Not missing a beat I pushed his legs higher and spread them while making him grunt like a Marine in heat under me.

  “Yeah, fuck YEAH…,” Cole moaned as he clutched at the back of my legs while grinding his ass up onto my cock, spatters of non dance related sweat were raining down on him from me as I tore that tight hole UP! “Commin’, COMMMIN’ MAN!” he yowled while scrambling his legs around me and pulling me down. I wasn’t at that point yet but far be it from me to not let the good times roll for someone else so followed his lead, keeping my cock slammed all of the way deep (deep, bottomless lake deep, diamond mine deep) up inside Cole while he fisted himself to a point of seeing heaven. Well at least the stars.

  Looking down at the long, sweat slicked HOT guy with a chest was covered a thick slashes of his still hot come brought ME right to that point and with another thrust or two I found myself clenching my eyes and taking a trip to paradise as I filled the thin rubber up Cole’s ass with my load.