Black Water Tavern

On the state line between Alabama and Florida sat the small town. It was struggling to survive, as so many were doing, having lost its way a long time ago. The industries and farming that built the town were either gone or scaled back to the point of providing little support. Storefronts were more often, than not empty, and the small shops that made a go of it drifted in and out of them so frequently the signs began to overlap. The town sat in Alabama, trying in vain to lay claim to the state’s motto. The trucks that drove through laid claim to one college team or the other; or sported the Confederate battle flag or the pollical bumper sticker of some politician that most residents knew all the skeletons in his closet but for far too long ceased to care, voting them back into office as if there were no other option.

Just outside the city limits to the south, limits that ran along the state line, sat a small metal building on the Florida side. It was a dull gray building, so nondescript most drove by without giving it a glance. There was a small storefront at one corner showing the bright fluorescent lit interior of a package store then a windowless expanse of wall with its panels bent at bumper height all along the front. The building’s sign, a section of plywood bolted to the wall, faded and paint peeled, till it read “ack water   vern”. The entry to the Black Water Tavern was around the corner, the side that faced a small stand of pine. It was a solid door near the back corner, lit by one small bulb. The door spoke of many things; the sadness of the place, the loneliness of many who came inside, or the downtrodden nature of most of the men, coming in to have a few beers or a shot of whiskey, hoping for a moment that they can forget their tired directionless lives.

For John Russell, it was simply the only place to get a drink for miles around. Easing his old CJ7 up to the building, he glanced around the parking lot. A few familiar trucks and SUVs mixed in with some he didn’t know. Climbing out he tucked his shirt into his jeans and ambled over to the door for the tavern glancing at his watch. It was twenty past nine. Getting late for most but it was still early for him. He’d been back from college only a month, settling into farming with his dad while getting his own operation up and running. His dad had helped him purchase the Hudson place in Rutledge and for the last four weeks he had been busy getting the plots tilled and planted, the old barn cleaned out and the house in a livable state. At times it seemed overwhelming all the work there was to do to the place. Such was his mood tonight, after having dealt with a busted water line in the house and discovering termites had done more damage than first thought to one wall in the barn.

Stepping inside the dark interior, country music playing on the jukebox, something from his father’s time, he headed to the bar that ran along the back wall. A few tables were occupied and there were four or five guys standing around a pool table watching one guy prepare to take his shot. John Russell gave them a quick scan looking for familiar faces, but none were friends from high school. He headed toward the center of the bar wanting to avoid the regulars that camped out at each end.

“Jack and ginger” John Russell asked as he sat on a stool. The bartender nodded his way and turned to the shelving behind him.  Soon a filled glass sat in front of John Russell. He tossed a ten on the bar and sat back taking a sip. Looking in the mirror behind the bar he watched the others. The man and woman in the corner who were leaned in close to each other, or the three older guys at one of the large tables in the middle of the room, suddenly laughing at something said among them, or the guys playing pool, all of them appearing to be mid-thirties or older, probably divorced or never married, each strutting around the pool table like some competing rooster for the attention of the hens, which in this case were missing.

Then John Russell looked at himself in the mirror.

He was twenty-two, single, out on his own starting a life for himself. Most of the time he had been too busy to think of it, but alone at night in the quietness of his home or like now, sitting alone at the bar, it came to him, this moment in time in his life. He felt lucky in so many ways. Considering how the some of the others in the bar looked; tired, worn down, just going through the motions of some daily life. He saw himself as standing on the threshold of some new adventure. College had been an awakening for him, a time he could be himself, independent, making his own decisions.

It was also when he had finally been honest with himself. All through high school he had gone through the motions, dating one girl after the next, sometimes double dating with his friends. There had even been that awkward first time and subsequent times afterward that never seemed to be satisfying. He knew what the problem was, had known since he was thirteen. It wouldn’t be until college he allowed himself to face the truth. The first guy he met had been so insecure that nothing happened, but the second guy had been the polar opposite. An English Lit major, who had been carefree in his social interactions, while serious about his studies. And he had been John Russell’s first. They only dated for that one semester, but it had shown him how life should be.

John Russell slid the empty glass across the bar, nodding to the bartender for another. Turning on the stool till he was sitting sideways he watched the pool game in progress. Flipping a few bills on the bar he took the fresh drink from the bartender wondering if he should join the game, trying to recall if he had at least four quarters in his pocket. Taking a drink, he spun back around facing the bar deciding to wait, not sure he wanted to be caught up with the guys playing. In the mirror he saw the door open. Two women came in followed by a guy. He smiled as he recognized him. It was TJ.

During high school, when in town cruising around in his dad’s pickup, he had seen TJ riding around in a Mustang convertible. He was a town resident, his father an attorney and his mother an accountant. They had crossed paths on occasion but never got to know each other. For John Russell, he saw TJ as someone above his social status, way above it. But that changed when they found themselves in the same history class at college. Over the course of the semester all the assumptions he had about TJ were slowly whittled away. TJ turned out to be easy going, friendly, and self-conscious of his background; the rich kid from a small southern town. It was natural they became friends, going to football and basketball games. There had been parties and trips to Atlanta or the beach during spring breaks. Through their four years at the university nothing ever happened between them, and he never opened up to TJ about being gay.

There had been a couple of times he wondered about TJ, some comment made in jest or the way he acted when really drunk, which occurred only a few times. The insinuating comment, the joke about sleeping together when TJ had crashed in his dorm room after a particularly rowdy party at a frat house. But he had been too afraid to push it, especially with someone from back home, who could, if he was wrong, out him to everyone. At the time it was too much to think about. Now, looking at TJ come in with the two women, he wasn’t so sure. He had admit to himself, if no one else, that he found TJ very attractive.

Looking at his drink waiting for them to get to the bar before acknowledging TJ he heard them laughing and talking. Their voices grew closer and closer till he knew they were only a few feet away.

“John Russell! Hey man, what are you doing here?”

Turning toward around, John Russell gave them his most innocent smile. “Just hanging out having a drink. What about you? I thought you were still up at the university for one more semester.”

“I came home for the weekend. There’s a family reunion tomorrow that little TJ is expected to attend.”

Little TJ was his way of referring to his parents forcing him to do something he really didn’t care about, some social engagement or family function he was expected to make an appearance, impressing all those in attendance.

“Sorry to hear.”

“Thanks, but you know how the folks are about these events.  Hey, you remember Sarah?”

“Sarah? No, I don’t think so.”

“She was a year ahead of me in high school. Went off to some private college but is back gracing us with her presence, at least for the weekend. And this is her partner, Linsey.”

“Oh, hey, nice to meet you both” John Russell replied, stammering with the surprise of Sarah and Linsey being partners, and more so how casual TJ was in mentioning it. “But you think you should be blurting that out here?”

TJ laughed, then leaned in close to John Russell, “probably not.” Turning back to Sarah, “What do you want to drink? I’ll have a gin and tonic…your best gin, please” addressing the bartender.

The four of them sat at the bar, Sarah and TJ doing most of the talking. John Russell laughed at their simple banter, the ease at which they joked with each other. Occasionally he looked around the bar noticing the changes in patrons. A few more coming in and one group leaving. When the music stopped playing Sarah and TJ headed to the jukebox to load up more.

Leaning in close, “Hey, do you think TJ is gay?” Linsey asked.

“What? No…I don’t think so” John Russell replied.

“But you are, aren’t you?”

John Russell sat frozen in place unable to respond.

“Relax farm boy, I’m not going to make a scene or out you in this place” said Linsey, giving him a mischievous smile.

“Okay, and yeah, but how do you…I mean…”

“I don’t know. There’s just something about the way you look at men versus the way you look at women.  Or maybe it is something else; who knows.”

John Russell sat back, taking a long drink as he considered Linsey. She was obviously smart and a person of few words, getting straight to the point. Looking over to the jukebox, he looked at TJ. Could he be gay he wondered once again? The plausibility of it. Or was it just him projecting onto TJ what he wished were true.

Music began, some old sixties rock ‘n’ roll song. The familiar beat echoed in the bar as Sarah and TJ came back to the bar.

“Another round?” TJ asked as he sat down next to John Russell and Sarah next to Linsey.

It was almost one in the morning and TJ and John Russell sat alone at a table along the far wall. Linsey and Sarah had left earlier, an early morning appointment their excuse. The guys nursed the drinks in front of them, taking a sip now than then as they watched the other patrons, talking of nothing of importance.

“I have to piss like a race horse” TJ uttered as he staggered up from his chair.

“Whoa, are you okay?” John Russell asked.

“Yeah, just a bit drunk is all” TJ replied sniggering.

John Russell watched TJ stagger across the room and disappear down the short corridor that led to the restrooms. He knew TJ had had two or three more drinks than he, and it was time to leave. Some guys had come in a few minutes before, already drunk from the way they acted, and he sensed there could be trouble for the way they had stared at TJ and he when they passed by on the way to the bar.

A few minutes later TJ staggered back to the table and before he could sit down John Russell stood up.

“TJ let’s call it a night. I’m beat.”

“But I’m not finished with my drink.”

“You’ve had enough for one night.”

“Actually, I think you are right” TJ replied, trying to stifle a laugh.

“Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

In the parking lot, John Russell led TJ to his Jeep and helped him climb in. Once he was behind the wheel, engine started, TJ sat up and looked over at him, suddenly seeming to not be so drunk.

“John Russell, I can’t go home like this. Mother has been giving me shit for drinking the last few months. Can I crash at your place?”

“My place is a wreck with the renovation and I don’t have a guest bed” John Russell replied, as he considered the possibility of getting TJ in his bed and trying something. He felt guilty for the thought, wondering if what Linsey had asked earlier put the idea in his mind.

“It’s okay, I can sleep on your sofa.”

“Okay” John Russell replied as he put the Jeep in reverse.

TJ stumbled into house, following John Russell as he flipped on the kitchen light, tossed his keys in the small tray on the countertop, then led him to the bathroom, with its unfinished floor and taped unpainted drywall.

“Take a shower and you’ll feel better. I’ll get you something to put on.”

“Thanks” TJ replied putting a hand on John Russell’s shoulder giving it a gently squeeze. “I really didn’t want to go back home tonight.”

“It’s okay, now get out of those smelly clothes and shower off” John Russell replied. He could never stand the smell of cigarette smoke on him and always had to shower before bed after going out to a bar that stilled allowed smoking.

TJ began to undress and for a moment John Russell watched him, the familiar upper body, lean, muscular from working out and playing sports, the scar from appendicitis surgery when he was fifteen and the mole on his lower back just above the waist line of his jeans. As TJ lowered his jeans John Russell suddenly became conscious of his staring and backed away from the door.

When he came back with a pair of gym shorts and a tank top, TJ was in the shower, his distorted image visible through the plastic shower curtain. John Russell laid the clean garments on the back of the toilet and draped a clean towel over the lavatory.

“I got you a clean towel and some clothes to put on.”

“Thanks buddy” TJ replied shutting off the water and sliding back the shower curtain. Naked, water trickling down his body, TJ reached out toward the towel. “Hand me the towel, will  ya?” John Russell had seen him naked before but this time it seemed different and he struggled not to stare. The small nipples and the hollow navel and the faint line of hair trailing downward to the flaccid cock that hung larger than usual. TJ had dark skin, a trait inherited from some great grandmother of Native descent or possibly African descent if some distant cousins were believed, something his mother lied about when asked about it. And that distant relative gave him the smoothest skin which John Russell struggled with his desire to reach out and touch it.

John Russell began to back out of the small bathroom when TJ tossed the towel over the lavatory and reached for the shorts. “No underwear?” TJ jokingly asked.

“I didn’t think you’d want to wear mine, so…”

“I’m kidding. So, this demolition site is your home?” TJ asked keeping John Russell at the door.

“Yep, it’s all mine. Jealous?” replied John Russell.

“You know it” TJ stated as he slipped the tank top over his head revealing the dark hair in each pit. John Russell found himself staring again as TJ worked the tank top down and straightened it.

“Okay, the bathroom is all yours; where are clean glasses? I could use some water” said TJ as he slipped past John Russell.

“That cabinet to the left of the sink has glasses in it” he replied as he moved into the bathroom shutting the door. He didn’t want TJ to see him naked with the aroused state of his cock. He felt the way it had thickened within his jeans as he looked upon TJ’s naked body. He tossed his towel on the seat of the toilet, stripped out of his clothes and stepped into the tub turning on the shower. He had soaped up his body and was lathering  his hair when he heard the door open.

“Hey, you got anything to snack on?”

“In that box on top of the refrigerator” John Russell replied as he turned toward the wall concealing himself. He didn’t hear TJ leave and wondered if TJ was still standing in the bathroom. He slowly turned under the spray of the shower head glancing out of the corner of his eye. TJ was standing close, only a couple feet away watching him.  “TJ…what is it?”

“OH…nothing” TJ replied as he left the tiny bathroom easing the door closed.

John Russell stepped out of the tub and dried himself. He realized as he dried his legs that he had forgotten to get a change of clothes. It was a simple mistake, so distracted as he was by TJ. He wrapped the towel around his waist and glanced in the mirror. Looking back was not the skinny teenager from years ago, but someone who had filled out, his body now a man’s. His arms bulged with muscle from his labors and his narrow waist accentuated the way the towel curved out for his ass and bulged in front with his partial erect cock. Combing his fingers through his sandy brown hair it fell back over his forehead partially concealing his eyes.

He bunched the towel in front trying to conceal his cock and eased out the door. It was as if TJ was waiting on him to come out, his voice calling out immediately.

“Hey, John Russell, you want something to drink or snack on?”

“Let me put some clothes on and I’ll be out.”

“Jesus, since when did you get so modest.”

John Russell hesitated in the small hall, tempted by TJ’s taunt to go out with just the towel, but he saw the budge and it embarrassed him to be so aroused by his friend when he still wasn’t sure.  “Give me a sec” he called out as he went into his bedroom and closed the door.

A glass of water sat on the work bench he had set up in the kitchen and next to it on a paper plate some chips. He had on boxer briefs that fit snug, holding him in place, and a pair of cut off sweat pants and tank top. The shorts and tank top fit loose on his frame and he noticed TJ cutting his eyes up at him.

In the living area the television was turned on, volume low, to some old movie, one he hadn’t seen in years. TJ moved to the sofa and he followed sitting in the lounge chair, kicking the foot rest out and laying back.

“You remember this movie? I saw it in junior high with Sarah, I think” said TJ.

“Yeah, I saw it. Has it been that long ago?”

“Oh  yeah, look at __________ and how young he looks.”

John Russell watched a few minutes of the movie, but he felt so agitated and anxious he just wanted to retire to his bedroom. He couldn’t focus on the movie without glancing over to TJ far too often. And more often, than not TJ was looking back.

“I’ve got to turn in” said John Russell, putting the foot rest down and sitting up.

“Okay” replied TJ, sounding disappointed.

“I’ll get you a pillow and some blankets for the sofa.”

Laying in bed staring up at the ceiling illuminated by the faint glow of a security light in the yard, he listened out for TJ, wondering if he was still watching television or had he shut it off and gone to sleep. He wondered how the night could be different, had a different outcome, one where TJ shared his bed. Loneliness crept up on him, seemed to seep into the dark room making him wonder if he’d always be like this, on his own farming this place.  He rolled over facing the wall, back to the door trying to fall asleep knowing these thoughts would no longer plague him if he did. Tomorrow morning would be a new day, and life would fall back into its predictable patterns, TJ leaving to go back to the university and he back to working his farm and renovating this house.

But sleep eluded him, and he lay there staring into the darkness in the corner of the room.

He heard the squeak of his door as it was opened slowly. There was a moment of silence and he wondered what TJ was doing; just standing in the doorway?

“John Russell…you still awake?”

“Yeah” after a moment’s hesitation.

“Can I get in bed with you?” TJ asked, his voice closer, right next to the bed.

John Russell rolled over onto his back and pulled the blanket back. TJ eased down next to him. They lay side by side, both on their backs staring up at the ceiling.

“I lied earlier” whispered TJ.

“About what?”

“Coming home for a reunion.”

“So why did you come home?”

“To see you.”

John Russell didn’t know what to say. He laid there, keeping silent, waiting for TJ to continue.

“This term has been rather strange, it the summer term with so few on campus, and worse, not having you around. I can’t wait for the term to end, but then I wonder how it’ll be…” TJ’s voice trailing off. John Russell heard his heavy sigh, then a deep breath. “I know John Russell. I know what you’ve tried to keep secret from me for the past four years, and I don’t know why.  And I don’t know why you…” once again TJ trialed off, and this time John Russell knew he had to say something.

“You knew all this time? Oh, man” John Russell uttered in a low voice, barely loud enough for TJ to hear. “I just thought…believed if I told you and you didn’t like who I was, if you somehow felt deceived, you’d come back here and tell everyone.”

“I would never do that and I’m sorry you thought I might be capable of it” TJ whispered. John Russell felt the bed shake with TJ’s movement and he looked over seeing TJ laying on his side facing him. “I don’t know how you feel, not sure how you identify yourself…gay…bisexual maybe…I don’t know, but for myself, having you as a friend, it has made me question myself, look at things differently. I don’t know about the labels, and whether, or not I fit into one of them. Bisexual maybe? I do like being with some of the women. Or did. Did you realize I had not been out with a woman in the last year?”

“What?! No.”

“I didn’t realize it at the time, ya know? It was just something that happened. I mean, hanging out with you, it’s all I wanted to do. Sexually, for a while I tried to keep the two separated, but when I masturbated it was you I thought about. It scared the hell out of me at first, but then I realized something” said TJ, falling silent for a moment.  John Russell had up to this point, lay frozen in place, unable to move, afraid it’d ruin everything if he so much as moved a finger. He struggled to control his breathing, struggled not to turn to TJ and reach out for him. He wondered how he missed it, TJ having stopped dating women. How had he missed such a thing, when TJ had been going out with so many those first couple of years. Then he remembered how it had been the last year, TJ always there, ready to go out with him to the sports bar or to see some band or hit a frat party on a Friday night. Always there, ready, waiting for him.

Then he felt the touch, gentle, a few fingers against his side just below the rib cage, and it broke the apprehension he felt. Turning on his side to face TJ he saw the shine of his eyes as they looked at him in the dark.

“What did you realize?” asked John Russell as he felt the fingers rub over his stomach and upward pushing his tank top up.

“I wanted you, John Russell.”

John Russell watched TJ move toward him and he closed his eyes just before he felt TJ’s lips touch his own. He put a hand on TJ’s waist and run it upward, pushing the tank top up till he could feel the hard nub of one nipple. He rubbed it with his finger, then gave it a squeeze as TJ’s tongue dueled with his own. TJ pulled on his tank top and he rose enough to let him slip it off. Opening his eyes, he watched TJ slipped his tank top off and toss it on the floor. Reaching up he ran the back of one hand over TJ’s chest then downward over the undulating stomach hesitating to go further.

“Touch me, John Russell…please.”

In the loose gym shorts he felt it, the shaft pushing outward, thick in his grasp. It filled his hand. He stroked the length of it as he felt TJ touching him, more tentatively at first, fingers tracing the outline of his cock, growing harder and harder with the contact. Sitting up he leaned toward TJ kissing him on the neck, mouthing the earlobe, tugging on it, then moving along the jaw till their lips once again came together. He slipped his hand up one leg and felt the soft skin of the sac and pushing inward further the smooth hard shaft. When he glided his fingers along its length, TJ gasped.

Pulling back, John Russell sat in front of TJ feeling his arousal with the confinement of his briefs with his cock fully erect.

“Take off your shorts” asked John Russell as he lifted up to remove his own. His cock slapped against his abdomen when freed from its confinement and he stroked it a couple of times feeling the wetness at the head. When TJ dropped his shorts on the floor, he pushed him onto his back and moved over him. Sliding down he nestled down between TJ’s legs. He took him in hand, held it up, the dark outline of it thick in his hand. He put his lips to the flared head, licked the almost sweet liquid from the slit then slipped his lips over the it and descended as far as he could.

“Oh…oh…” TJ moaned as he shuddered with John Russell’s ministrations. The up and down feel of lips on his cock and the way John Russell would tongue the head, boring into the slit and licking around the head. He put his hands-on John Russell’s head, so he could feel the movement of it, up and down, over and over, till he couldn’t help it, his arousal so great his cock ached with its hardness and he grabbed at John Russell’s hair, held his head in place as he pumped upward with his hips. John Russell took it, every thrust, as he moved faster and faster, unable to hold back, knowing it was too soon, didn’t want this to end, not now. But he could hold back no longer, and he came thrusting upward hard with each ejaculation, pumping it into the suctioning mouth. He felt the suction of each swallow, as John Russell took it.

He fell back releasing John Russell, as he struggled to regain his breath. He felt John Russell suck on his cock, nurse it of every drop of cum, till he grew so sensitive he had to stop him.

“John Russell…stop…please stop.”

The next moment John Russell was kissing him, and he tasted his cum, the odd saltiness of it. With John Russell on top of him he felt the weight of him, solid, a man’s body, something so different from the women he had messed around with. Then he felt it, John Russell’s hard cock pressed against his abdomen. He didn’t understand why he did it, the submissive nature of it, but he spread his legs more raising his knees up and he felt John Russell slip down between them and push against his ass. It spurred him on, renewed his arousal, his cock growing hard where it was pressed between their undulating bodies.

John Russell knew TJ was willing, knew by the way he was moving beneath him. He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled TJ’s head back as he kissed his neck, around an ear then along the side of his face. With his other hand John Russell slipped it between them and probed along TJ’s ass, ran his fingers down below the sac till rubbing the tightness of TJ’s opening. He pushed against it, rubbed it till TJ’s legs seemed to spread apart more, opening up for his probing finger. He pushed inward and felt the tight opening loosen to his penetration. He sank into TJ all the way and twisted around inside of him.

“I want inside of you…open up, TJ…relax for me” John Russell whispered in his ear as he slipped a second finger through the tight opening.  When he pulled out of TJ, he shifted positions, took his cock and held it to tight opening. “You want this?”

“Yes…fuck me, John Russell” TJ uttered as he worked his hips, pushing against the cock at his entrance.

John Russell pushed back and felt the head of his cock squeeze through the tightness. He kept pushing, inch after inch, sinking deeper into TJ. When his abdomen pressed tightly against TJ’s ass, he ground his hips against it. TJ’s body quivered beneath him and he pulled outward then pushed back in, slowly, feeling each inch as it squeezed through the tightness. Over and over, John Russell worked his cock through the tightness. TJ wrapped both arms around his neck as he increased his pace, drove inward faster, harder, till his hips smacked against TJ’s ass.

“Fuck…fuck…” TJ uttered as John Russell rose up on his hands and knees and fucked harder, driving his cock into TJ’s depths with such force the bed banged into the wall. The room echoed with their exertions.

“Fuck, I’m going to come” John Russell uttered as he rose up on his knees and hammered his cock into TJ. “Fuck” he grunted one last time as he shoved inward all the way and hammered away at TJ’s insides pumping out his load.

TJ lay back, legs resting around John Russell who was still between his legs, cock buried in his hole. When John Russell pulled out TJ saw the cock glistening in the dim light, still hard, angled upward. John Russell reached down, took each of TJ’s legs and with hands behind the knees, folded him in half, ass angled upward perfectly aligned for his cock. He shoved forward, speared TJ’s hole and shoved in all the way. He fucked with wild abandon, hips smacking against ass.

“Jesus…fuck me John Russell” TJ cried out.

John Russell fucked for a long time, hips swinging rapidly plunging his hardness into TJ’s depths. He felt his first load as it slicked TJ hole and he pumped furiously into it till cum dribbled down the crack of TJ’s ass. He sat up, took both legs and pressed them down on one side of TJ’s body twisting his hips around. He plunged back into his hole and fucked, urgent for his second release. TJ began to masturbate, so aroused he couldn’t take it, desperate to get off again. John Russell was battering his insides till his cock swelled in his fist and he shuddered with release, spraying cum over his face and chest. The smell of it was strong and it seemed to spur John Russell on. He fucked TJ relentlessly till he fell down on top of him, grinding his spurting cock into TJ’s wet depths, filling it once again.

For a long time, they lay on the bed breathing hard, both exhausted from their exertions. Their skin glistened in the dim light, wet with sweat. TJ flopped his right arm over smacking John Russell on the chest.

“Damn buddy, that was hot. If I knew…hell, we’d done this back in college” said TJ in a light tone making them both laugh.

“I know, right?” John Russell replied. He sat up looking over at TJ, covered in sweat and cum, cock finally flaccid. “Come on, let’s shower off then get some sleep.”

John Russell woke to the feel of TJ on top of him, moving up and down. He opened his eyes to see him sitting on his cock, moving up and down on it. He put his hands on each of TJ’s thighs feeling the flex of muscle from TJ’s movements.

“Good morning, fucker” said TJ as he increased his pace.

John Russell propped his head up and watched his cock disappear into TJ then reappear. TJ rode him smoothly, steadily, his own cock flopping up and down, wetly smacking John Russell on the abdomen.

“Lean back as you work your hips” said John Russell and TJ leaned back resting on his hands, body stretched out revealing the long torso as he moved his hips up and down, working his ass on John Russell’s cock.

John Russell knew TJ wouldn’t last, not the way he was banging his prostrate with every plunge downward on his cock. He took TJ by the ankles, shifted till he had his legs underneath and he could move over him. He folded TJ over, legs pressed down on the mattress either side of his body and he began to fuck. He drove inward all the way but this time slowly, feeling every inch milked by TJ’s tightness. Pulling upward till he slipped free he would plunge back into TJ driving inward all the way. He felt a hand rake over his chest, pinch down on one nipple giving it a painful twist and he shoved inward harder trying to get deeper into TJ.

“Fuck, you bastard…twist the other one.”

John Russell felt the fingers pinch down on the other nipple then twist it till he quivered with the pain…and the pleasure. Leaning down he kissed TJ roughly then lightly bit his lower lip as he pushed his cock into TJ’s depths, over and over and over. He felt the need for release building, the tightening of every muscle as he piston his cock in TJ’s hole. He felt his cock grow thicker, more sensitive to the stimulation of their fuck, and he pushed in all the way and came.

Spent, body exhausted, John Russell slipped out of TJ and let him lay flat, hard cock bobbing over his stomach. John Russell eased down between TJ’s legs and took it, slipped his lips over the wet head and plunged down letting it fill his mouth and push at this throat. Then he moved on it, up and down, wetting it with his mouth till it moved noisily through his lips. TJ lay still, one hand working fingers through John Russell’s hair as he sucked. TJ had been so aroused, cock leaking profusely, so after only a few minutes he grunted as his body shook. The first spurt hit John Russell in the back of the throat and he swallowed quickly taking the next wads from each ejaculation.

It as after two o’clock before TJ and John Russell finally came out, climbing in John Russell’s Jeep to head back to the Black Water Tavern to get TJ’s car. They had talked about what had happened, what it meant to each of them. They tried to move past the regret of it taking so long, and in the end, they planned for after TJ’s graduation.

 “Seven weeks before the term ends, right?” John Russell asked once again.

“John Russell, yes, seven weeks, and I’ll be back for good. In the meantime, I’m thinking weekend after next?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you then” John Russell replied. After driving for about a mile, “You sure about this, I mean…don’t you want…”

“John Russell, stop. I’m sure. I may not understand why but I know what I want. Okay?”

“Okay” John Russell replied as he watched the road, letting himself smile.