That Rowdy Redneck Boy

Arthur drove through the countryside wondering if he had made a mistake. He looked at the fields, the ranch houses with enormous yards or farmhouses with barns behind them, a few with silos too. He passed through stands of pine, crossed creeks over rough bridges in need of replacing, and more than once found himself slowed to twenty miles per hour stuck behind a tractor with some implement on back.

He passed a sign showing La Verne was four miles away. He was close to the place that he was going to call home, something that seemed so alien to him at the time. It was a small town, with just under three thousand in population, with an elementary school and middle school. The high school was a few miles away in between the towns of La Verne, Lenior, and Williamson where it could serve all of them and the surrounding rural areas.

He was twenty-three, a graduate of college, and about to start his first real job teaching math in middle school. He had hoped for a position in one of the cities, a place he could expect to have a personal life, but things didn’t work out the way he planned. Instead, he was going to La Verne where a rented house with his boxed-up belongings awaited his arrival. It was the start of summer and he had nearly two months to get unpacked and settled in before having to prepare for the start of classes in the fall.

A tractor repair shop, a plant nursery, then a convenience store came into view as he neared town. He had been on the road since early that morning and realized he could use a drink. He slowed, then pulled his Accord into the parking lot, where he eased up to the sidewalk along the front of the small store. There were three other vehicles already parked along the walk, an SUV and two old trucks, and it made him realize how small his car felt parked between them.

He climbed out and just stood for a moment, stretching his arms out to remove the stiffness from his long drive. He looked around at how the store sat on the corner where a dirt road intersected the main highway and behind the store and on the next parcel all he could see to the horizon lined with pine were fields.

“Arthur, what have you done,” he mumbled to himself.

He stepped up on the sidewalk and immediately ran into someone passing by.

“OH, I’m sorry,” he exclaimed, turning to see who he ran into.

A tall lanky guy spun around giving him a goofy smile.

“No problem, we’re good,” the guy replied.

Arthur sized him up. Ball cap pulled low with light brown hair, almost blonde, curling out around it. The bill was curved and pulled down low concealing the eyes, but he saw the full lips, the scraggily beard trying to come in, and the rosy, red cheeks. Then he scanned down, the long neck, the lean body with muscular arms visible from the plaid shirt having the sleeves ripped off. The shirt tail was out concealing the crotch and ass, and below worn faded jeans concealed long legs ending with scuffed and dirty work boots that were the color of wheat straw.

“I…huh…okay,” Arthur uttered, his voice trailing off as he took in the guy.

The guy ambled over to one of the trucks, an old Chevrolet that had the scratched and faded paint of a well-used farm truck. The door slammed shut, the engine started up, and the truck was soon pulling out.

Arthur smiled at how the farm boy was such a temptation. ‘Eye candy’ one of his friends from college liked to call guys that captured their attention, but both knew was out of reach.

He turned and headed in for that drink he so desperately needed. When he came out, he had a drink in one hand and a six-pack of beer in the other. He was going to start unpacking and knew the beer was just the thing to take the edge off the unwanted chore.

 

Leaning against the counter, Arthur took in the small kitchen. Everything was finally in place. The small table with two chairs against the wall at the window overlooking the rear yard, the countertops that were crowded with a microwave oven, coffee maker, and canisters. He looked at the canisters wondering if he should put them inside a cabinet. He pushed off and strolled through the small formal dining room that was empty. He had debated whether to put his desk in the room, in the end deciding on the smallest of the three bedrooms thinking he might get a dining set for the room. Then he wondered if he would need it. In the living room, he looked at the sofa along the front wall with the picture window behind it and to the left, the flat screen television that looked too large for the room and to his right, the armchair that anchored the other end of the room, creating a foyer area behind it at the front door.

The room needed a rug and different lamps on the end tables, but for now he was glad to have everything in place and the boxes stacked on the front porch ready for recycling. He glanced at his watch and saw it was 11:30, explaining why he was hungry. He had been going at it since seven that morning and it was time for lunch. He thought about how the kitchen was finally in order and just could not mess it up yet, so he locked the front door and headed back to the kitchen to get his wallet, cellphone, and keys to go into town for something to eat.

There was a place in the small one block downtown, but it appeared to be struggling, so Arthur headed out to the south side of town, where the by-pass road had a few places catering to passing motorists and the locals.

He cut around the neighborhood west of downtown, circling around to the south side until on the four-lane highway heading southeast. He came to the seafood restaurant, a fried chicken fast-food joint, then the grill he had been told had good burgers.

He parked on the side of the building and went in, finding a booth along the side of the dining area. While waiting, he scrolled through his cellphone at the latest news and posts by friends on social media. His drink, then food was placed before him. While eating, he continued to scroll through one article after the next, all about the current political atmosphere. He felt anxious reading them, so much so he no longer paid attention to the customers coming and going. Not until he heard someone call out to someone.

“Hey, Caleb, come on.”

Arthur looked up and saw two guys standing at the front door holding it open. They were average in height and build, one a bit stockier than the other. One had dark hair and one red hair, and both were obviously farm boys by the way they were dressed. Then he saw the one they were waiting on, the one named Caleb. It was the tall lanky guy he had run into three days prior at the convenience store.

“Okay guys, let’s eat,” said Caleb as he came in by his friends.

Arthur watched the three guys move to a table in the middle of dining room, Caleb on the back side of it facing the front. It forced him to look hard to his left to see the tall frame, but he could see it in profile. The way it was leaned back in the chair and the long legs stretched out to one side of the table.

“It sucks the fish weren’t biting for shit,” said the dark-haired guy.

“The pond is strange. The fish either bite so good you fill up the ice chest in no time, or nothing. Not one bite,” said the red head.

“Maybe we should have gone down to the river,” said Caleb.

“No, for you can’t eat fish out of that nasty water,” said the redhead.

“True.”

“What do you boys want today?” asked the waitress as she came to their table.

“Hey Cheryl,” said the redhead, “how are you?”

Arthur could hear the longing in the question, this desire to make a connection with someone beyond mere friendship. Caleb and the dark-haired guy were smiling for they knew as well how the redhead wanted Cheryl. It was then he decided Caleb really was straight and turned back to his own meal.  

“Can I get you anything else,” asked the waitress when she laid his check on the table.

“No, I’m good. Do I pay you?”

“No, take it to the register and Carl will check you out.”

Arthur climbed to his feet and headed toward the register. As he passed the guys, he saw Caleb look up and give him a questioning stare, then a smile of acknowledgment. It made his heart rate increase to see it, this tease of a recognition. After paying for his meal and slipping his debit card back into his wallet, he turned to his left to be able to scan the dining room and thus the guys one more time. The other two guys were leaning in toward each other talking, but Caleb was sitting back looking his way. He almost waved, for it felt like he should acknowledge their eye contact, but he knew that would be silly, and he turned until facing the door and left the restaurant to return home.

Home.

He thought of the word, had images of what it meant, but the house with his belongings wasn’t yet what he would call home. Classes started in nine weeks, and he wondered if by then it would begin to feel like it. For now, he had most of the summer to get settled. He thought about going to see his parents and remaining friends back in Asheville the next weekend, for the Fourth of July was on the following Tuesday. It was a five-hour drive on a good day but if the traffic was bad, he knew it was nothing to add a half an hour to the trip, maybe more. It was just long enough he didn’t have any desire to make the trip. He knew there was a small celebration in town at the basketball park on the south side. Eliabeth, one of the office administrators from the middle school and the person who helped him find the house to rent told him about it. A farmer whose field bordered the park would fire some fireworks from it after a cookout. They used the courts to set up grills and deep fryers. To stay meant he could rest up after getting the house in order, maybe even drive up to Raleigh for that rug he wanted for the living room. On the fourth, he could check out all those who would be at the park, getting a feel for the people, and maybe even meet some guy who was willing. A pure fantasy, he knew, but a guy could hope.

If he went to Raleigh during the weekend, he could stay overnight and go out to a bar or club, maybe meet someone for a hookup. A superficial one-night stand, but it would push back the sense of loneliness he had been feeling from time to time. The notion he would meet someone nearby seemed unrealistic the more he thought about it.

 

American flags were mounted on the back of trucks and hanging from the temporary stage built to the side of the basketball courts. On the courts, there was an area of gas cookers deep frying hushpuppies, French fries, and chicken. In another area grills smoked with cooking pork and chicken. Some students from the high school band had played earlier and would play again when the fireworks were set off.

Arthur moved through the crowd seeing the questioning stares. He was unknown to most, a stranger in their midst, and they were curious. He had arrived a bit late on purpose, and headed straight toward the line of tables where the food was being laid out. About halfway to the court area, he passed a row of booths, one with darts to pop balloons, the next a ring toss game, and in the last a dunking booth. He did a quick glance at each, then came to a stop at the dunking booth looking at the familiar person sitting in it. It was the farm boy Caleb, and he was taunting the young woman preparing to toss a ball. He was shirtless, revealing a lean muscular body, and Arthur found himself staring at it.

For three throws, the woman missed every time, and Caleb taunted her, trying to get her to buy more tickets and try again. Arthur saw her shake her head ‘no’ as she pulled back to a group of her friends.

“Who will be next?” someone yelled, and Arthur saw it was one of the other guys from the restaurant, the red head. “Come on, don’t be shy. Who can dunk ole Caleb? He deserves it.”

Arthur felt tempted, but worried someone might see how much he wanted Caleb to get wet. Would it be on his face how he desired it? He took a step and bumped into someone. Turning to apologize, he saw it was the third guy from the restaurant, and he was still wet from having been in the booth before Caleb.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. You going to try? We need someone who can throw worth a damn.”

“Nah, I was just going to…”

“Come on, give it a try. Here’s my ticket. I can’t hit that damn thing to save my life. Go on, give it a try.”

“Are you sure,” Arthur replied as he took the ticket being held out.

“We got someone!” the guy yelled out.

“Great, come on up,” the red head replied.

Arthur handed the ticket over and received three balls. He moved to the place just behind a chalk line and looked at Caleb inside the dunking cage. He was dry, so no one had managed to hit the paddle since he got in. He felt nervous, like some teenager with a crush, and his first throw was high and to the right. A deep breath, and he took his next throw. It just missed the paddle, going just below it.

“Come on, one more throw,” the guy in the booth said.

“Nah, he’s going to miss,” Caleb taunted.

Arthur didn’t take as much time, instead he just reared back and threw the ball. It was a fast pitch and the paddle slammed back and Caleb dropped into the water. He watched Caleb come up laughing and pushing his hair back, then wiping his face. When he climbed out, the shorts clung tightly to the round ass, and Arthur had to force himself to turn away. The guy in the booth held out a small stuffed animal, and he sheepishly took it. When he turned, he saw a young girl standing next to her parents and he held it out to her.

“I don’t have children, so you can have it.”

 

Sitting under one of the trees, paper plate in his lap, Arthur ate quietly while watching the interactions of the town’s people. When Caleb went out on the courts to get something to eat, Arthur watched the still shirtless, still very wet farm boy move into line. The shorts hung low on the hips, so fucking low Arthur found himself staring. There was joking around and talking to others in the line as it moved slowly along the tables. When Caleb had his plate in hand, Arthur expected him to go back to the booth where his two friends were still working. Instead, Caleb stood for a second looking around, and when it seemed he was looking at Arthur there was a smile, then the casual stroll coming his way.

“Hey, I’ve seen you around the last couple of weeks but don’t know you. You just moved here.” asked Caleb.

“Yes. I’m a new teacher at the middle school.”

“I heard. I’m Caleb by the way.”

Arthur almost said he knew but caught himself. “I’m Arthur.”

“Can I sit?”

“Sure.”

“Are you settled in?”

“Not yet,” Arthur replied, knowing he was thinking about something other than boxes, for those were unpacked. From the corner of his eye, he saw the bare torso with its smooth skin, a tone darker than his own. He saw the long neck, the line of the jaw with the patchy beard trying to come in, and with a quick glance down, the bulging crotch that spoke of Caleb’s masculine nature.

“Well, I hope you find the area not too boring.”

Arthur chuckled, nodding his head in agreement.

“But let me warn you,” Caleb continued, “I heard a couple of the women scheming to set you up with one of the single women in the area.”

“No?!”

“Yep.”

“I…I hope not.”

“You’re not interested in meeting one of the local women?”

“No.”

“Do you already have a girlfriend?”

Arthur found himself staring across the park while trying to decide how to respond. It was too risky to turn to Caleb for he worried how he would look at him. Would his desire be obvious? But then again was Caleb just talking about girls or was he fishing for some other truth. How would Caleb respond if he admitted to being gay. It seemed such a risky thing to do.

“No, I’m single.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Was it an opening? An opportunity to admit to being gay, and more importantly how he found Caleb attractive. He turned to see Caleb bit into a piece of fish and chew, while cutting eyes over to him and smiling.

 

Arthur strolled back to his car watching Caleb go to his truck. He had not taken the opportunity to confess to Caleb, and he wondered if it had been a missed opportunity. Not saying anything was the safe thing to do, but it left him feeling lonely. He considered what could have happened if he had confessed. He hadn’t started teaching at the middle school and it would be disastrous to have the community turn on him already.

But how he wanted to do otherwise. He watched that tall lanky redneck climb into his truck thinking about what it might be like to mess around with him. To have those long legs intertwined with his own, to have that body rubbing against his body. To feel those lips touching his lips, or trailing down his chest, stomach, then…it was too much to think about.

 

 

August was upon him, just a few days away, and Arthur thought he was more than ready for a new school year to begin. The summer seemed to drag on, one listless day after the next. He had bought a rug, a dining table with four chairs, and had a few photos framed, now hanging on the walls. He began to fall into the routine of mowing grass, cooking regular meals instead of eating out since his nearby options were so limited, and doing the domestic chores of cleaning and laundry.

He sat at his dining table looking out the window wondering if he should go to Raleigh for the weekend. He had gone a couple of weekends ago, but that was just for the day to get the rug and dining furniture. Money was tight, and it seemed an extravagance to splurge for a weekend in Raleigh with the cost of a hotel room, meals at restaurants, and the cost of hitting one bar or club each night. But he was feeling anxious and couped up.

He thought of that place out on 70 just before the restaurant with the good burgers. A place that was once a feed and seed store, the old sign still painted on the side of the building. A small brick building with display windows in the front wall and outback a fenced in area that had been allowed to grow up and become stacked with boxes and junk. At first the name escaped him, then he remembered the image on the hand painted sign: a wagon wheel. The Wagon Wheel.

He didn’t have much hope for the place really providing him with what he wanted, but it would be a diversion and a place to grab a drink. After the last few weeks of not seeing Caleb since the 4th, losing even that tease to his desires, he was ready to venture out, if for no other reason than to sit among other people and listen to them talk.

The sun was low on the western horizon, and it would soon be dark. He could make a sandwich for dinner, then about eight or so, grab a shower, get dressed, and drive out to the bar.

 

Arthur climbed out of his car and headed across the parking lot to the front door. He could hear old seventies rock music playing inside as he neared the door. As he passed a window, he saw his reflection. He wore a black T-shirt and jeans. Simple but not anything that painted him as a local farmer. It seemed important somehow. To be slightly different in dress. A way of setting himself apart from the others.

Maybe it was some conceit on his part, or maybe his old fears of being gay in a place that was still looked upon in a derogatory manner. All he knew for sure; it was a costume to give himself a sense of identity. Charles Arthur Richardson of Asheville, North Carolina, now residing in the small town of La Verne. A teacher, about to start his first job. Single. Gay. Lonely.

He entered the dark interior to find the bar along the right side starting about halfway back along the wall. It was lined with stools, with two men and a woman at the front corner, then about halfway back, three men sitting together. Down the middle of the room were a few tables with mismatched wood chairs around them, all empty, and along the left side a pool table with two guys playing 8 ball. Along the rear wall, he saw a corridor with a restroom sign above it, then another corridor in the middle that led back to an exit door, the red sign bright in the dimly lit corridor. There was another door to the back behind the bar, no doubt leading to storage and an office.

He saw the looks when he came in, everyone turning to check him out, then just as quickly, turning back to their friends and their conversations. He ambled across the room to the bar, taking a stool near the back, separating himself from the three men.

“What can I get you?” asked the bartender.

“Jack and ginger,” Arthur replied.

 

For over an hour Arthur nursed one drink, then another. He scrolled through his phone at the latest news, social media posts, eventually the one for men looking to hook up. He looked up to see a few more people had come in without his noticing, then he saw the front door swing open again, this time two women and a man entering together. They were laughing at something said outside and one of the women playfully punched the guy on the shoulder. Turning on the stool, he saw there were now four guys playing pool, one making commentary to the one lining up a shot.

It seemed so normal. Just a Friday night at a bar that could be located almost anywhere.

The door swung open, and three guys entered. Caleb and his two buddies. One of the guys pointed toward Arthur and Caleb looked up and smiled, giving a nod of recognition. Arthur watched as the three guys crossed the room until standing next to him.

“Hey Arthur, what brings you out?” asked Caleb.

Arthur smiled, shrugging his shoulders. “Just a bit of boredom.”

“Same here. This is Ricky,” said Caleb pointing to his redheaded friend, then motioning to the friend with dark hair, “and this is Frank.”

“Ricky, Frank, I’m Arthur.”

“We know. Caleb told us about you,” said Ricky.

 

Ricky and Frank were playing against two of the guys in a game of 8 Ball, and Caleb and Arthur were still at the bar, Arthur nursing a drink and Caleb a beer.

“Why did you choose La Verne of all places?” asked Caleb.

Arthur watched him take a drink from the bottle, Adam’s apple moving with each swallow, then looked around waiting for his response.

“There was a job opening and La Verne is close to Raleigh, so I assumed it would be an okay place to live.”

“You’ve been here for a while now. You still think it’s okay?”

“I think so, but it has been kind of tough getting settled in.” Arthur wanted to say lonely, not tough, but he worried how that would sound to someone like Caleb who was from La Verne. “What about you? You like it here?”

“For the most part. I mean, it is home, and my friends live here and…I know the area. Know what to expect.”

“If you could live somewhere else, would you?”

“I’ve thought about it, but it would only be to stay with someone, you know, if I was dating someone and it was serious, and their job took them somewhere else, then I’d move. To just go on my own…nah, I don’t think so.”

“Have you started dating someone?”

Caleb laughed, shaking his head. “Back in high school I dated someone for a month or so, but since then, nothing serious.”

“You’re not giving me a lot of hope,” Arthur replied, chuckling with his reply.

They fell silent as they leaned back against the bar watching the pool game progress. Arthur replayed Caleb’s comments, how there was no mention of the sex, just vague references to dating others. He kept glancing over, at times catching Caleb looking back. There were nervous grins or a quick look away.

“Damn,” Frank exclaimed, and they saw Ricky scratched when going for the 8 ball. There was the congratulation of the winners, along with the ribbing about how they lost, then Frank coming to the bar to buy everyone a round of drinks.

“Hey, you two going to play?” Frank asked as he strolled up, waving the bartender over.

“No, you guys can play,” Caleb replied.

Arthur was relieved Caleb didn’t try to get him to play for he knew he could never play at the level of the guys. He had played a bit in college, but not enough to be proficient.

Frank headed back to the pool table, two bottles of beer in each hand. Arthur watched the interaction between the four guys, Frank handing out the beer, then Ricky racking the balls for another game. He tried to focus on the game, but the idea of Caleb right next to him was making him anxious. He wanted to push him, to see if there was any chance something could happen between them. He considered just hitting on him, to come out and ask if there was any interest but sitting in the small bar that seemed so far from any gay bar he had been in, it seemed crazy to think it. Then Caleb’s knee pressed against his knee. He froze, not pulling away nor did he push back. It had to be an accident, nothing intentional. Then it happened again.

 

Arthur unlocked the back door as Caleb climbed out of his truck and came toward him. As he entered the kitchen, Caleb was right behind him. He tossed his keys on the counter and saw Caleb’s keys land next to them. He didn’t say anything, for he feared anything he had to say would only ruin the moment. He headed to the back bedroom, the one he had made his own, and sensed Caleb right behind him. The lamp on the nightstand lit the small room, showing the unmade bed and lack of personal effects making the room look forlorn. When he entered, moving close to the bed, Caleb’s T-shirt landed on the floor. He turned and saw the bare upper body, lean, muscular, and flexing with movement as Caleb undid his jeans, then worked them down and off.

“Come on Arthur, take off your clothes,” Caleb uttered in a low voice. It was playful, mischievous in tone. It sounded so different. Something about it sexual. Arthur began to unbutton his shirt as he watched the jeans get pulled from each leg and casually tossed on the floor. Caleb didn’t hesitate, made no move to make it a tease, for he just took the boxers by the waist and took them off. He stood naked, cock hanging heavy over its sac, and Arthur looked, brazenly, eagerly anticipating being able to touch it.

“You’re taking too long,” said Caleb in a light tone as he moved to Arthur. His fingers worked diligently, quickly, undoing the last couple of buttons, then slipping the shirt from Arthur’s shoulders. He tugged on the button on the jeans, then tugged down on the zipper. He leaned toward Arthur bringing their lips together as he pushed jeans and boxers down until they puddled around the ankles.

When Caleb pulled back, Arthur felt a hand touch him, fingers grazing his elongating cock, and he reached out to touch Caleb, to feel that cock within his own fingers.

“I’ve wanted to mess around with you ever since seeing you at the convenience store. I just knew you were like me,” said Caleb as he eased down before Arthur, helping him get the jeans and boxers free of each leg.

Arthur raised one foot then the other. Then he closed his eyes and stood still, waiting, anticipating Caleb’s next move. Lips touched his cock, then the tongue, and he moaned. When the mouth slipped over his cock he shivered and gasped for breath. The mouth moved on his cock, lips sliding along its length, and he closed his hands into fists and let low grunts escape from his open mouth as he continued to gasp for breath.

He became rock hard, cock ram rod straight sinking into Caleb’s mouth then sliding back out. Then he felt the cool air around his spit wet cock and opened his eyes to see Caleb stand before him. Taller, more muscular, and by his expression, a confidence Arthur wished he possessed. A hand to the back of his neck and just as quickly, lips pressed against his own. He opened to them, felt Caleb’s tongue probe his mouth, then he felt the taller body against his own. Chest against chest, stomach against stomach, and cock rubbing against cock.

When Caleb pulled back, their lips barely separated, there was a breathless whisper.

“Goddamn, I want to fuck you.”

Arthur took Caleb’s hand and led him to the bed, tugging the covers to the foot of it then sitting down and sliding back, leading Caleb to follow him down on it. He lay back, brought his knees up, letting the tall lean body slip between them. He felt the weight of him, the bodily heat, as Caleb moved over him. A hand on one thigh, Caleb brought the leg up, and Arthur felt cock rake over his ass, rub up and down it until he was panting. He reached for the cock, held the thick shaft within his fingers guiding it to his opening.

“Fuck me.”

Caleb shifted, took both legs behind the knees, and folded him in half. With thighs pressed down on his chest, Caleb shifted over him, keeping him pinned to the bed, and put his cock to the tight opening. A push, then another, and Arthur cried out, shuddering with the penetration. He felt the slow push inward, every inch, as Caleb sank into his depths.

“Take me,” Caleb uttered as he pushed deeper and deeper.

Arthur clutched at Caleb’s thighs, fingers digging into the flexing muscle. He shivered and moaned as the fullness of penetration increased until Caleb was pressed against his ass.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Caleb whispered as he ground his hips against Arthur’s upturned ass.

Arthur threw his head back and closed his eyes focusing of the tug outward of thick hard cock through his tight opening. Focused on how he felt every fucking inch slide outward, slowly, gently, and for an impossibly long time. Then there was a push inward, the cock sinking back into his depths until once again Caleb was pressed tight to his ass. Over and over until he was loosened to the penetration, and he opened his eyes and looked up at Caleb.

“Fuck me…fuck me harder.”

Caleb increased his pace, moving faster and faster, until hips smacked against Arthur’s ass, then the bed began to squeak and rock beneath them. His body undulated with his movement, working his hips in that familiar manner, and Arthur felt it, how it moved over him, pushing cock deep into his body.

Caleb fucked until breathing hard, then he slowed, worked cock into Arthur gently, pushing inward all the way and just grinding his hips against the upturned ass.

“Jesus, you feel good,” Caleb uttered next to Arthur’s ear.

Caleb slipped out of Arthur, rolled him to his side as he got behind him. Holding Arthur’s left leg up, he penetrated him again and began to fuck. Arthur took his own cock in hand and stroked in rhythm to Caleb’s fuck, smearing the slick over the head of his cock and down the shaft. He shuddered with the feel of his own ministration and the cock boring into his depths. It was too much, his desire and lust too great, and he laid his head back against Caleb and cried out.

“I’m going to cum,” he exclaimed, then cum rained down on his chest and stomach.

“Goddamn it,” Caleb exclaimed as he shoved into Arthur’s depths then shuddered and jerked with his own release.

 

A finger circled in a pool of cum on Arthur’s stomach as they lay still, each still breathing hard. He tried to comprehend how it had been so easy once Caleb had pressed that knee against his own back in the bar. How there hadn’t been much to be said, just Caleb following him back to his home.

He lay against Caleb, sweaty, hot, satisfied.

“Let’s shower off,” said Arthur, turning his head to look back at Caleb.

Caleb smiled back, nodding his head. Arthur climbed off the bed, held out a hand to help Caleb up, then he led him to the bathroom.

 

The shower quickly steamed up the small bathroom. In the tub, Arthur was turned toward the opposite wall from the shower head, braced on his hands with head down, rocking with Caleb’s fuck.

Arthur felt the hands holding his waist, how the fingers dug into the flesh holding tight. He felt the cock bore into his depths, push inward until hips smacked against his ass. His own cock swung heavily between his thighs, rock hard and drooling with his arousal. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh filled the small room and Arthur began to moan and grunt with it.

Caleb slowed, pushed inward all the way, and lay heavily on Arthur’s back. Lips touched the back of his neck, then moved along the right shoulder. A hand slipped around his waist taking his cock, stroking it slowly, so slowly it was almost painful. Then Caleb began to fuck, slowly, long tugs outward then a slow deliberate push inward, all the way until grinding hips against his ass.

“Fuck,” Arthur whispered breathlessly as he pushed back on the cock sinking into his ass.

Caleb fell into a steady rhythm, fucking with a gentle pace. He stroked Arthur’s cock and fucked. When Arthur was so close, so excoriatingly close, Caleb let go and held his waist, fucking faster, harder…fucking to cum.

“Fuck…fuck…take me,” Caleb cried out as he shoved into Arthur’s depths, over and over, rocking him roughly against the wall, then pushing inward so hard he pressed Arthur against the wall and came.

 

Arthur stood with the shower washing over his head. In front of him, squatting down, Caleb was sucking his cock. Fingers circled it at the base holding it tightly as lips moved over the head and down to the fingers, then back to the head. Faster and faster, pushing Arthur’s arousal, until his cock thickened and flexed in the mouth, then filled it with cum.

 

 

Sunlight filtered in through the half-closed blinds. It was warm on the exposed skin of Caleb and Arthur intertwined on the bed. Arthur stirred first, stretching out.

“No, don’t get up,” Caleb uttered as he grabbed Arthur by the arm.

“But I’m awake and I want something to eat.”

“No, not yet” Caleb replied, playfully grabbing Arthur in a bearhug, and holding him down. Soon they were wrestling, kicking the covers off the bed, then the two pillows. Caleb, stronger, taller, soon had Arthur pinned down.

“So, you’re hungry. Eat me,” said Caleb as he moved over Arthur until he could rake his cock across the face.

“No,” Arthur jokingly replied turning his head away.

“Come on, suck this cock.”

Caleb raked his cock across Arthur’s cheeks and nose, then across the lips. When he dragged it across the lips again, Arthur opened his mouth and took it. Caleb held his head up and fucked his mouth. Slowly pushing cock through the lips, over the tongue, and into the throat.  

 

Arthur lay on his stomach, an arm around his neck holding his head up, as cock fucked his ass. Caleb fucked slowly, grinding his hips against Arthur’s ass while breathing heavily against the right ear. He pushed inward hard, pressing Arthur down. It made Arthur’s cock flex with his arousal.

Caleb rose, hovering over the prone body, and fucked. Fucked with all his strength, boring cock into Arthur’s depths and bouncing his hips off the firm round ass. The bed squeaked, then rocked, banging into the wall. The sound in rhythm with the sound of flesh smacking against flesh, and it increased their arousal.

Arthur felt how every push inward, pushed his cock into the mattress. It brought him to the brink of release, and he cried out, shoved upward taking Caleb’s cock, then pushed down, rubbing his cock across the bed, then soaked it with cum. As his cock spurt wad after wad, his ass spasm around Caleb’s cock.

“Fuck,” Caleb cried out as he shoved into Arthur’s depths and came.

 

Arthur made breakfast, then they rode up to Goldsboro, a town large enough to have a business district about three blocks long. They strolled down the sidewalks, browsed a couple of shops, then had a late lunch at a Latin restaurant where they sat on the sidewalk at a small bistro table watching the people stroll by.

“What do you do for a living?” asked Arthur, wanting to know more about him.

“I did work with dad and my older brother raising turkeys and operating a small farm south of town, but I found I didn’t want to do it. And the operation wasn’t large enough for the three of us. I knew that when my brother got married and had two kids.”

“Two kids?”

“Yep, within two years of each other. Crazy. I could see how Christopher was struggling, so I got a job at the precast concrete plant in town.”

“That’s a change.”

“It was tough at first, but I’ve been there about a year, and I find it interesting, and best of all, the pay is pretty good.”

“So, you’re living on your own?”

Caleb smiled.

“You’re wondering if I still live at home and need to be cautious. Yes, I have my own place, just north of your house outside the town’s limits. As to my parents, let’s just say we haven’t talked about it, but I’ve done nothing to keep it secret.”

“Really? What about your two friends?”

“Frank and Ricky? Oh hell, they’ve known since twelfth grade when they caught me kissing that second baseman from our school’s biggest rival,” Caleb replied, laughing at the memory of it.

“Do others know?”

“Maybe. I don’t wave one of those flags or anything. It’s a small town and it is pretty much live and let live. Now I would advise you not to go around telling everyone, especially being a teacher and all. These people do have their limits.”

“I assumed as much.”

Caleb leaned over the table. “But you can live your life. And if you like, maybe we can go out again?”

Arthur smiled, for it was the first time he had seen Caleb seem unsure of something. “I’d like that. I’d like that very much.”