Country Living Chapter 3
Posted: Feb. 19, 2009
The next morning, Sunday, I was up later than normal. The sound of the back door slamming shut woke me from a great sleep. I ventured into the living room to find Reilly and Sammy there in their athletic shorts with their hot athletic 18 year old bodies doing my eyes a wonderful favor.
“We got to head home,” Reilly said. “Both of us are expected in church. Dad will be all over if I skip especially to go fishin’.”
“So how’d you guys do?” I asked.
“Carey, for one, it is y’all around here,” Sammy laughed. “We need to teach you some proper English like we were taught. We caught a few worth keepin’.”
I laughed as well but some old habits are tougher to break than others. The only problem was they didn’t have a ride so I had to take them to Reilly’s house which was average for this town. I headed back home after thanking them for bush hogging the area down to the pond.
Back at home, I curiously went back to the room where they had slept. This time it was clean. I scanned under the bed and found nothing.
This day was pretty relaxing. Most of it was watching an old movie that I dearly loved. I was a sucker for old movies and the past generation of Glamorous Hollywood stars. I caught up with some work and made sure Mr. Crutcher’s account was in order and running. I still could not believe the luck to land a nice account like his. Running around with the local guys and girls was helpful and went a long ways towards landing that nice sizable account.
About 5, my silence was broken with the sound of someone knocking on my door. It was Hank, a friend who had been here before.
“Carey, you mind if throw out a line out back?” Hank said while spitting out some Skoal juice.
“No, go right ahead,” I replied.
“Yeah, Reilly and Sammy were telling me at church all they caught in there,” Hank spit again. “You wanna join me?”
“I’ll go with you but I don’t fish,” I said.
“Duh, I figured that much,” Hank smiled. He went to his old beat up truck that was normal around here and grabbed his poles. I followed him down to the lake. He immediately noticed the change and complimented just how good it looked. I grabbed a lawn chair from the rustic barn.
Hank tossed his line into the water. “Here Carey, you might as well learn the art of fishin’. I’ll put a worm on this hook and let you go at it off the bank here.”
I watched him slide the slimy nasty worm on the hook. Hank wiped his hands, “Worm shit in case you were wondering.”
I flipped the hook and cork out near the bank and bummed a nice pinch of Skoal to really get in the mood for this outdoorsy setting. I saw Hank reeling his line in and soon brought up a feisty nice size fish. “I’ll be damn. Lookee here at this nice lookin bass. I think I’ll hang on that one,” Hank said. “Umm Casey, when the cork disappears that means you got somethin’.”
Looking at mine after being distracted with Hank, the cork was under the water. I reeled it in and found a little fish on the end of my line. “What do I do now?” I asked, holding the fish high above the pond surface.
“Take em off and throw him back,” Hank said. “Here city slicker, let me show you how.” Hank wiggled the fish hook back to free it from the little fish’s mouth. He handed me the worms. “You can put this one on.”
Feeling the slimy, wiggly worm, I threaded it onto the hook and tried my best not to display any signs of disgust that were darting in my head. This was another way of fitting in I surmised in my mind. Actually once I got the hang of things, I rather enjoyed fishing but not something I would want to do all the time. Hank had a good day and had 5 nice size fish.
“I better get home and clean these nice things. They will be sum good eatin’,” Hank said. “Carey, thanks for letting me fish here.”
“Any time, Hank. See you later!” I said and walked towards my house. I stood on the small deck in the back and just gazed at the natural beauty that I was fortunate to call mine.
Being a Sunday night, I was in bed at a decent time. I was asleep rather quickly but was woken around 2 with a noise from the outside. In the time I lived there, I had never heard anything outside but it was a loud screeching noise for sure for I heard it once again. My heart raced and was a little frightened. I slowly got out of bed and walked to the living room. After flipping on an outside light, my eyes saw a raccoon there on my deck. I was relieved to see it was an animal and not someone attempting to break-in or cause trouble. I headed back to sleep but didn’t fall asleep right away.
I was tired most of the day at work and did my best to stay focused on my job. Mr. Givens was very lenient towards me and even more patient. He was a great superior and gave me a few leads to help me along the way. Being rather young, a lot of the older people in the smallish town didn’t trust me that much with their money. It took a lot of hard work to establish a trust with me like I had with Mr. Crutcher from my town.
Driving down my gravel drive after a decent Monday at work, I spotted Reilly’s small truck in my drive. I walked around back to say hi for I knew that were more than likely fishing. Shockingly, the entire area around the small pond was completely mowed and looking great.
“What do ya think, Carey?” Reilly asked me.
“It looks great. You guys, I mean y’all, didn’t have to do that. It was just fine the way it was,” I replied.
“We figure if we make look good you’ll let use fish whenever we want,” Sammy said.
“You could do that anyway,” I said. “Aren’t you in school?”
“No, we’re out now. Graduation is this Friday night,” Reilly said.
“Oh, I see,” I replied. “I need to change. Stay as long as you want.”
“We might stay under the skeeters start in a biting,” Sammy said with the true country boy coming out in him.
I headed in and changed clothes out of my dress shirt and slacks into more comfortable shorts and a pullover shirt. I glanced out my back window to see them sitting on the bank and casting out their lines. I knew they might have something going between them romantically but hadn’t seen any signs of it for the past few days. I headed to the deck with a glass of water and a can of Skoal to watch Reilly and Sammy and to take in their hard work. I put in a pinch of Skoal and sat near the railing of the wood deck.
“No luck today, huh?” I asked the two as they neared me.
“Oh a little but we just threw em back,” Sammy said with his sweaty shirt slung over his shoulder.
“Why’d you do that?” I asked.
“We got plenty now in freezer plus we’ll let get bigger and catch em again,” Reilly said with his shirt nowhere in sight and his boxers shining above his sagging athletic shorts. “Say Carey, what do you to afford this place?”
“I’m a financial manager,” I said and saw their confused looks. “It’s a stock broker.”
“Sweet dude. You must be rolling,” Reilly said while he and Sammy pulled up a chair.
“I might someday but just making it for now,” I replied with a slight chuckle.
“I bet no one around here has an account,” Sammy said and wiped the sweat from his brow.
“One older man, Mr. Crutcher,” I said.
“You mean Mr. Cotter. That dude’s a fuckin bitch. He ran us off his property this spring when we were hunting,” Reilly said in his cute Southern accent. “I heard he does have some money. How much he got, Carey?”
“I can’t disclose that. We are trusted to keep our clients’ finances private,” I said.
“Oh dude, you can tell us. We’ll keep quiet,” Sammy said.
“I can’t,” I said. “Sorry, guys.”
“You must have done somethin right though to pry his wallet open,” Reilly spoke while sweeping his blondish bangs from his face. I tried not to stare at his cute 6 pack but my eyes always seem to wonder back there and to Sammy’s flat stomach as well.
“My job is not to open it but keep adding to it,” I said.
“Tight bro. I need to tell my Dad so he can get more. That way when he kicks the bucket my ass is set,” Reilly laughed.
We talked more and drifted into the local gossip arena. These boys were full of information like who was pregnant by whom, who was in deep trouble with the law and who was fucking around on whom no matter what the age. It appeared to me no one was safe in this small town though I had managed pretty well so far.
“I guess you heard your neighbors got broken in to last night?” Sammy asked.
My heart skipped a beat, “You’re kidding?”
“No, they just busted a winder but didn’t take anything,” Sammy said in his accent.
“I heard something here too last night but saw an old raccoon on the back deck,” I said.
“Those varmints are everywhere. We have a ton around our house,” Reilly said. “Maybe it wasn’t just a coon back on your deck.”
Great! I was a little scared last night now I would worry to death tonight. It wasn’t what I needed to hear but glad I heard so I could take the necessary precautions.
With the bugs starting to swarm us, Reilly and Sammy headed off with a promise to see me tomorrow if it didn’t rain as expected. As soon as I got inside, I grabbed a local phone directory and sought out places for burglar alarm systems. It seemed there were a few in the town where I worked but none locally. I wanted to use one locally if possible to give business back to the locals who had been very nice and welcoming to me since my move.
It was a quiet night and got even better when a slow steady rain started to fall right after I put my head on the pillow. I dozed off to sleep quickly after spewing a nice load thanks to the many visions that danced in my perverted mind.
The next day, Tuesday here in May, my mind still was on the break-in down the road. I asked Mr. Givens if he could recommend anyone after telling him the situation. He was able to give me a name of a local firm that he trusted. I knew my job was sales but when I called the alarm company, they were worse than I was about pitching costly extras. Finally I had it set and was able to secure a Friday appointment. The only problem was it meant a day of vacation would have to be taken to accommodate the appointment. Mr. Givens allowed the day on short notice and knew it was a good reason.
After gathering the mail, which was sparse, I headed down the drive and saw 2 trucks in the drive. I recognized Hank’s old one but not the fairly new nice one. They were gracious enough to park to the side so I pulled in the garage. Once inside, I was curious to see who was taking advantage of the lake. I knew it was Hank by his rounded figure, Reilly and Sammy. The other guy was dark with his shirt off and had a nice well developed back from my vantage point.
I strolled leisurely down to be sociable and to see the new guy. Hank greeted me first before Reilly introduced me to his cousin, Harlin, who just finished his freshman year at the state’s major college. Harlin was undeniably cute with a great toned physique that would make any gay guy’s mouth water. All four had a pinch of Skoal in their mouth, so I bummed one off of Hank to join the crowd and relax.
“Caleb, you mind if we bring our flat bottom boat and leave it here?” Reilly asked.
“I don’t care. You can always just throw it in the barn after you finish,” I replied.
“Cool deal. I’ll bring it tomorrow so we can see how the other side fishes,” Reilly spit.
I just watched them fish and listen to their stories while we were spitting left and right. I was really starting to enjoy this lifestyle but knew my friends from back home would laugh hysterically if they could see me now. A big city had its attractions with museums, art galleries, plays, etc. but the hustle and bustle of traffic and life kept everyone at a frantic pace. Living in the calm setting was relaxing despite its lack of conveniences and entertainment.
After my guests were gone, I headed inside for the night. I hadn’t heard from Jimmy in a few days so I called him up. He answered quickly and told me how busy he had been with his family business in the midst of farming season. We just caught up for a minute before ending the call.
Thursday after not seeing my friends on Wednesday I came home to see my entire place had been mowed and looked great as it ever had. My front flower bed was weeded and the overgrown hedges were trimmed. I saw Reilly’s and his cousin’s truck parked near the barn. It was Reilly, Harlin, Sammy and Frenchy now kicked back and sitting on the tailgate of Reilly’s truck.
“How’s it look?” Sammy asked me.
“Guys, it looks great. How much do I owe?” I asked.
“Great real, Carey! We just did since you’ve been really nice to us,” Sammy said. “It really needed some work you know?”
“There is one other little thing you might help us with,” Reilly said with a very menacing smile.
“What? You need beer for the lake this weekend,” I said quickly. “You guys…y’all… know I don’t do that.”
“Ummm… not exactly, Carey…” Reilly stuttered. “We sort of need a place to party after graduation.”
I slumped down. “Let me think about it. What happened to the lake?”
“Well… the dude back out on us once his parents threw a fit,” Sammy said.
“Please!” Reilly said. “We got your place looking so fuckin’ sweet.”
“Yeah so you could bribe me,” I stated.
“Dude, I know these guys and you do too. They’ll be cool here,” Harlin said in their defense. “They just want a place to kick for a little fun without being harassed with their friends.”
“How many are we talking about?” I asked.
“Maybe 10. Maybe a few more if their girls come along. Come on dude, you know us pretty good. We won’t trash this place,” Sammy spoke.
“A few guys are bringing tents so there won’t be that many inside bothering you. Please Carey!” Reilly pleaded with his hands clasped together for effect.
My mind was working double time. I could visualize my place after a bunch of drunken ass teens trashed it. I worried about the noise level and calling attention to my house. I would freak if an accident occurred. “I guess so,” I said reluctantly after scanning their cute faces.
“See, I told you he was the coolest dude around. Thanks Carey!” Reilly smiled.
“I expect to be treated with respect. There will be rules,” I said.
“Like what?” Sammy asked.
“No hard drugs for one like meth and that shit. I expect you to hand me your keys once you get here so no one drives drunk, get arrested or kills someone,” I said sternly.
“That’s cool. Nobody is into the hard shit that I really know of. I can handle the keys part too and will tell the others so they know,” Reilly said. “It’ll be just sum drinkin and the usual just like us hanging out at the square or in sum guy’s field,” Reilly said.
“Dude, you care if I show up too?” Harlin asked.
“What’s another person?” I smiled.
“Awesome,” Harlin replied. “We’ll help you clean everything up since we’re the ones begging your ass.”
“I sure hope so,” I replied.
They were tired and sweaty from the bribery of mowing my entire land. They loaded up their mowers and trimmers to head out. I headed inside and wondered what I had let myself get talked into. I now was a big sucker for their cute faces and bodies. I craved friendship from anyone here and wanted to be accepted even though I was an outsider to most. Normally, I wasn’t attracted to the younger group or socialized with that group but they were so nice and friendly. If I’d said no, they would have gone elsewhere though.
I barely got comfortable on my couch when I heard a truck drive up. I peered out the front window to see Jimmy walking to the front door in his shorts and pullover. I opened the door and greeted him as any normal person would.
“We need to talk,” Jimmy said.
“Okay, what is it?” I stated in a sharp tone.
Jimmy looked at me mysteriously, “What’s with the attitude? It’s nothing big.”
I recanted my story to him and then pleaded like a child for his help the next night. It sounded good to him and accepted my plea for help.
“You had something you wanted to tell me,” I said after telling me dilemma.
“Oh yeah, I was just going to say that there’s no way I’m straight,” Jimmy said.
“What you do? Go get with some hooker,” I laughed.
“Yeah right like there’s any around here,” Jimmy said sarcastically. “No, Carey. I was looking at straight porn on the computer and realized seeing pussy and tits didn’t do a damn thing for me. Once I switched over to the gay stuff, my dick got hard in a second. Carey, I’m gay no matter how hard I try not to be. Sure I like women but can’t fathom being with one sexually.”
“I feel the same way. I just realized it when I was 16 not 23 like you,” I said.
“So you do think we could date and maybe you show me the ropes?” Jimmy asked nicely. “That is without anyone finding out that I am gay.”
“I can show the preverbal ropes but I don’t know how long we can keep it from the rest of the guys. I’m sure after a while they’ll start to wonder about us. As for me, I don’t care if they find out even though I’m sure things will be a lot different around here. I have really grown to like having my friends around.”
“I heard Reilly and Sammy have been coming over a bunch but you’re right. People around here will shun you in a heartbeat if they find out. I saw it a few years ago with a girl in high school. She went through total hell until she finally moved away.”
“I can tell people are pretty homophobic around here just by some the jokes they tell,” I said.
We continued talking for a little while until Jimmy made a move on me. I accepted his move and showed him how to properly make out with a hot guy which he was as well. Our shirts went flying in different directions. I pleasured in sucking his nipples and licking his soft skin. I undid his shorts and started sucking his cock. Jimmy leaned back to enjoy the pleasure my wet mouth and tongue was delivering.
We kissed a little more before Jimmy had off my shorts and sexy blue boxer briefs. He licked my thighs and up and down my cock. I sighed feeling his mouth cover my cock head. He jacked with one hand and used his mouth and tongue to great effect. I ran my fingers through his hair and bragged on his ability.
The night culminated with us jacking each other off to a cummy completion. We kissed goodnight. I watched him dress and was nothing but smiles. I picked up my clothes and headed off to bed for the night.
TO BE CONTINUED…