Bobby Lee sat on the tailgate of his old truck, hunched over, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together resting his chin on them. He hadn’t moved in some time, just shifted his eyes back and forth watching other people at the Fourth of July celebration in the park. Geneva had one every year since they got the park built. The park wasn’t much, just a playground around one of three oaks left standing, a small octogen shaped pavilion, with the rest just an open grass lot. Hardly anyone used the place the rest of the year except to walk their dogs or play soccer.
Looking toward the area where the grills were set up, he saw Jacob Stephens. They had been friends in high school, until Jacob started dating Jessica Bradberry, then Jacob wouldn’t even speak to him. Fuck you, Jacob Stephens.
Movement coming from the right, and Bobby Lee cut his eyes over to see Stacy standing in front of a minivan waiting on her husband. She had chased him in eleventh grade trying to get him to ask her out. In their senior year she met Christopher Ryan Henderson from Dothan, the star quarterback of their team, the team that humiliated Geneva High, 56 to 0 that year. Bobby Lee saw Ryan come from between the minivan and a Tahoe pushing a baby stroller and carrying an extra 50 pounds or so. Bobby Lee smirked because Ryan did not put that weight on where it would do him any good. He guessed Stacy really was a good cook. Everyone in high school said so.
“Bobby Lee, when are you going to fix this piece of shit truck?”
Bobby Lee looked around to face his first cousin, Brian. He knew how his truck looked. The front bumper was missing, and the back bumper was bent down on the passenger side where Tammy Fay backed into it last year. The paint was faded and he had to cover the seat with a blanket, but the son of bitch ran well, more than he could say about the ragged-out Camaro Brian drove.
“I think you should attend to your own wheels before criticizing someone else’s.”
Brian just laughed as he strolled across the open park heading toward the picnic tables set up to one side of the pavilion.
Bobby Lee sat back, one foot on the tailgate and propped his right arm over the knee as he resumed watching the people of Geneva, Alabama come out to celebrate the Fourth of July.
He saw someone coming around a Jeep, then head across the grass, and even from a distance, he knew by the lanky build and walk it was LeRoy McCullough. He watched him walk across the grass field, head down most of the way, not acknowledging anyone around him.
Bobby Lee watched LeRoy McCullough. Watching how he walked, swinging the arms and keeping his head down, looking where he was stepping instead of who was around him. The jeans fit snug around the ass, no doubt Wranglers or Levis, and the plaid shirt hung loose around the torso, and the ballcap was pulled low on the head, the bill rolled tight shielding the eyes from the sun, or more likely from the stare of others.
Bobby Lee stared at him. Son of bitch; look over here. He knew LeRoy didn’t know he existed. LeRoy was four years older, a hell of a difference in age when in grade school. Now it didn’t seem so much, but it didn’t matter. Whenever they crossed paths, LeRoy didn’t give him the time of day. Fuck him; who needs him. But he wanted LeRoy to need him, gave thought to it, what it could be like, two guys in Geneva hanging out together, watching football or a race, or going fishing at the lake, or just going out for bar-be-cue, and come next month when he finally turned twenty-one, they could go out for a beer down at South Side Lounge just across the river below town. They could get a bit drunk, go back to LeRoy’s place, wherever that happened to be. He had heard LeRoy lived in a mobile home down below the South Side Lounge. He’d like to find out.
Goddamn it, Bobby Lee. He was acting like a fool. A goddamn fool, and he knew it. And he knew he was no better than LeRoy. He too lived in a mobile home, one of the old ones along Choctaw Street. He had painted it a dark green, a mistake in south Alabama, for that tin can got hot as a mother fucker in summer. And he had to drive to Dothan for his job at Midland Tractor & Equipment, where he worked as a diesel mechanic. The pay wasn’t bad, but the forty-five minute drive each way, especially at the end of a long day, was getting to him. It didn’t help his old truck got twelve miles to the gallon on a good day. He wondered if LeRoy was still working for Aaron Davis in his heating and cooling company. It seemed like it would be a good job. Even Geneva had some new construction going on, and he knew Dothan and Enterprise were growing. But he had heard a rumor LeRoy was working at South Side Tavern.
Either way, LeRoy had a decent job, better than most, and he was an attractive son of a bitch, so why wasn’t he married. The man was 24, might already be 25, and around these parts, that is waiting too long to settle down and have a family.
Maybe LeRoy is waiting for something else.
Bobby Lee scoffed aloud, jumped off the tailgate to go join the others so he would stop letting his mind wander to such nonsense.
LeRoy found his mother and aunt sitting with a couple of their friends at the end of one of the picnic tables. He walked to the table just before it and sat down. His aunt looked up and smiled.
“There he is.”
“What took you so long?” said LeRoy’s mother.
“I was checking next week’s schedule and let the time slip up on me.”
“Well, you’re here now. There is someone you should meet. She’s the daughter of the new preacher at the Methodist church in town.”
“I’m not going out with a preacher’s daughter,” LeRoy replied in a blunt tone. He was tired of everyone trying to fix him up. He turned to look away, putting his back to his mother. Hank and his oldest son were standing at one grill, and LeRoy looked at the son, who had been a year ahead of him in school. Landon still had his boyish features despite finally filling out, no longer skinny as a rail, made worse by his height. The arms filled out the sleeves enticingly and the ass was nice and round. Even when Landon couldn’t have weighed more than one hundred forty with his six-foot frame, he had been cute. Now he was just fucking attractive. Too bad he was married with two children (a third on the way per the rumor mill), and probably a dog too.
LeRoy scanned the crowd; his eyes lingered a second or two on all the guys that were cute in one way or another. Mark Hinson with his sleeve tattoo and bad boy attitude, Jeffrey Williams who was still skinny but looked like someone from a beach community, not some small ass town in southern Alabama, then there was the red head, young, probably too young, but the way he laughed, it made LeRoy feel drawn to him. Shit, you dumbass. LeRoy admonished himself, for the red head was Hank Jacob’s youngest son, who couldn’t be more than fifteen, maybe sixteen. Jailbait.
LeRoy was twenty-five at the end of the month, but at times he still felt like the eighteen-year-old high school senior who didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life, but knew there was one thing he did want, and in Geneva, Alabama, it would get him ridiculed. It would get him ostracized.
He turned to look east and saw someone walking toward the picnic tables. Tall, muscular build, dirty blonde, and eyes focused on the ground to avoid eye contact with everyone. It was Bobby Lee Goodwin. The kid, he still thought of him. He had been four years behind him in school, but he had noticed the snot-nosed brat because every time their paths crossed, Bobby Lee stared at him as if he had the mark of the beast on his forehead.
Bobby Lee played baseball in school and obviously worked out. Not even the shitty clothing could conceal that body. LeRoy watched him as he considered it. He’s got to be twenty, maybe twenty-one; definitely no longer that little kid from grade school. Cute. An attractive fucker. Fuckable.
But Bobby Lee was considered stuck up, had been considered a bit of a snob in high school, too good for anyone else. Or that was the rumors. What was he doing now? He never saw him in town during the week. Maybe he was working for some farm outside of town. He pictured Bobby Lee in a pasture tossing hay, shirtless and sweating, or maybe riding an old John Deere, skin glistening with sweat, trickling down the muscular chest. I’d lick it off, he thought.
Bobby Lee drew near and when he looked up saw LeRoy staring at him. He angled off to the right, going to a different group of tables. He really is a stuck up bastard. LeRoy turned to look in the other direction. He looked at other guys, while struggling to put Bobby Lee Goodwin out of his mind.
Bobby Lee carried his paper plate to a garbage can and dropped it in. He finished his coke and dropped the cup in as well. He looked to the west, seeing the sun was below horizon. The sky would soon get dark, and the fireworks display would begin. He glanced around, debating whether to stay or go ahead and leave. If he left now, he wouldn’t be caught in traffic because there was only one road into the park.
A blue grass band was playing, and despite being good, Bobby Lee had not gone over to stand in the crowd gathered close to listen to them. He did a slow turn, looking around at everyone feeling jealous of all of them with loved ones or families. It seemed few were alone, and most of those were younger, probably still playing the field. Then he saw LeRoy standing about fifty feet away staring at him.
Go on, Bobby Lee, go talk to him.
His heart began to race in his chest then it felt like he was struggling to breathe. He longed to go talk to LeRoy but was scared to do so. He knew anyone looking could see it, his intentions visible in his face or in his mannerisms when he drew near LeRoy. Maybe he would slowly draw near him, an accidental coincidence that would have him standing next to that lanky son of a bitch. He might even get close enough to touch him, let an arm graze an arm or bump into his back just to get a sense of him.
“Everyone, the fireworks will begin in twenty minutes,” came an announcement over the loudspeaker system set up in the pavilion.
Now is your chance. Bobby Lee looked back to where LeRoy had been standing to see where he would go to watch the fireworks and saw LeRoy was gone. He looked toward the parking area LeRoy had come from earlier, then he looked from one group to another seeing if LeRoy had joined them. Then he saw him talking to a group of women, and Bobby Lee knew one of them was LeRoy’s mother. He started walking in that direction, angling to pass them to their left, just behind LeRoy.
That Bobby Lee fucker walked right past and didn’t say shit. Fuck him. LeRoy watched Bobby Lee walking to the place everyone was gathering to watch the fireworks. He watched that tall muscular body moving through the crowd wondering what it would look like naked. It was unbelievable that little kid four years behind him in grade school turned out like this. And the fucker was still single, as far as he knew hadn’t even dated anyone. It was something they shared, and he wished they shared another trait. The desire to suck dick and fuck ass. Or get fucked. Looking at the ass moving enticingly in the jeans, LeRoy knew he would do anything Bobby Lee wanted.
“I’m going to go on over to watch the fireworks,” said LeRoy to his mother.
“I think we’ll just watch from here,” she replied.
LeRoy nodded and turned to go over and join the others, grateful his mother, aunt, and their friends were not tagging along with him. He came to the main crowd, seeing Bobby Lee standing to the left side. There were even a few feet between him and the next person. Bobby Lee looked right, then back and LeRoy swore the fucker was looking right at him before turning back around. Look again. Look again, mother fucker. LeRoy wanted to see some indication Bobby Lee might be friendly toward him if he were to stroll over next to him. A few long seconds passed, then Bobby Lee looked back again, this time staring a little longer. LeRoy swore Bobby Lee looked with longing and desire. Or maybe he was just projecting; that’s what it is called, right?
“Fuck it,” LeRoy uttered under his breath as he made his way around the back of the crowd, working his way to the where Bobby Lee stood. Bobby Lee had his hands pushed down in the front pockets of the jeans. It tightened them, made the ass more pronounced. Fuck. LeRoy found himself staring at the ass as he drew close.
“Hey, LeRoy, you by yourself?”
LeRoy knew the voice, would recognize that southern accent anywhere. He turned to look over at Julia Simpson, doing his best not to frown at her. She was five years younger, or was it six years, and he knew her high school sweetheart dumped her last year for someone from Dothan. She must be feeling desperate to get a ring on her finger, but she wouldn’t be getting one from him.
“Julia,” LeRoy replied in a tone flatter than he had intended. But it worked, because Juila’s hopeful expression immediately changed.
“Why are you alone?”
“Just not serious about anyone; and you?”
He knew she would think it cruel to bring up her status as single in that manner, how she was not seeing anyone, but he didn’t have time for her flirtations, nor did he want to give her any hope there could be something between them.
“Most of the boys around here are assholes,” Julia replied, and she moved away.
LeRoy smiled, knowing she was right. Some of them were assholes. Take Bobby Lee, the stuck-up bastard didn’t even speak to him a while ago. He turned to keep moving forward when he saw Ruth Ann coming up to Bobby Lee. A touch on the arm to get his attention, an overly friendly greeting, even hugging his neck. The whore, what did she think she was doing. But he could see Bobby Lee looked uncomfortable, the hug stiff and quickly over. Then Bobby Lee moved back a step from her. An indication he thought her too close. And to LeRoy she was too close. Way too close. He moved toward them trying to work out what to say. Ruth Ann reaches out to Bobby Lee and LeRoy sees him step back, avoiding the contact. Ruth Ann’s expression hardens, then she turns and walks away. LeRoy smiles.
He strolls to a place next to Bobby Lee and pretends to be taking in the crowd. When he glances over at Bobby Lee, he sees him turn away.
“You didn’t want to hook up with Ruth Ann? I’m sure she was interested,” LeRoy said without looking at Bobby Lee.
A loud scoff. “Shit.” It was spoken like a true Southerner, drawn out sounding like three or four syllables. The sky was darkening and everyone knew it nearly time for the fireworks. Bobby Lee kicked at the ground, then moved a step closer to LeRoy. “What about you and Julia Simpson? I bet she’s ready to push out a few pups for the right man.”
“Fuck you,” said LeRoy in a tone that said he was joking, almost laughing.
Jason McKinley’s oldest son, all of five, runs past screaming at the top of his lungs.
“Damn,” said LeRoy.
“That is the poster child for family planning, that is,” joked Bobby Lee, watching Jason’s wife, who he did not know by name, only by appearance, chase the boy down and pick him up, kicking and screaming.
“And these girls want that?” said LeRoy.
“No shit.”
An arm brushes an arm, and LeRoy looks away trying to suppress a smile.
“Do you think the fireworks will be better than last year?” said Bobby Lee.
“Hell no. Curtis at work said their budget was two thirds of last year’s budget.”
“Not surprised.”
The crowd seems to settle down, grow quieter while they wait for the fireworks to start.
“Bobby Lee, someone said you work at the lounge across the river?”
“I work for Aaron Davis, but yes, I’m doing a shift on Friday and Saturday nights at the lounge. It lets me make a few extra dollars and the added benefit of some free samples.”
“Jack?”
LeRoy looks at Bobby Lee in the eye for the first time since standing next to him. “Of course, got some Gentlemen’s Jack in cabinet right now.”
“You want to ditch the fireworks and go back to your place to open that bottle?”
LeRoy hesitated in replying, because he didn’t want Bobby Lee to think him too eager. It was the longest two seconds of his life. Hell, it might only have been one.
“Do you know where I live?”
“Not exactly, but I think it is across the river.”
“I’m on 31; got a mobile home just past Pinecress Circle.”
“I’ll follow you.”
And Bobby Lee did follow LeRoy, away from the crowd, across the park until LeRoy was climbing in his Jeep Cherokee and Bobby Lee into his old F250 Highboy. Then Bobby Lee followed LeRoy on the roads going back to his place. LeRoy took the secondary roads over to 27, roads so narrow they were not marked and the growth along the shoulders hung over their edge.
Bobby Lee rode with the windows down, one arm resting on the windowsill and the other sawing at the steering wheel to keep the old truck on the road. He played old Rolling Stones over the stereo, bobbing his head to the songs as he tried not to think too much about going to LeRoy’s place. They were just going to hang out and have a few drinks, maybe watch some television or something.
LeRoy tapped the wheel to some old Depeche Mode, a band he would never admit to anyone in town he loved, but then again there was so much he wouldn’t admit. He wouldn’t admit to being the one who stomped Jesse Clark’s ass after he beat up his girlfriend. The fucker had it coming but to admit it, well he would never do that. He wouldn’t admit to having got sick in eleventh grade when that preacher’s daughter from over in Samson tried something with him and he freaked out about it so badly he threw up on her. He wouldn’t admit to not being a virgin since twelfth grade when he let a Air Force recruit pick him up. Nor would he admit to being sexually active with guys he picked up in Pensacola or Destin or Panama City, none better than the two Navy boys last year. The fuckers wore his ass out.
And until tonight, he would never admit, even to himself, he liked Bobby Lee Goodwin, all six fucking feet two damn inches of him. A baseball program lay in his nightstand with pages bent and torn, with stats and a photograph of Bobby Lee practicing shirtless. It was his best jack off material for the last five years.
As he drove to his place, he pictured Bobby Lee next to him on his bed. He had to adjust his cock and nearly ran off the road. Fucking idiot, get a grip. He wanted to run a hand over the fucker’s head feeling that short dirty blonde stubble rake across his palm. He wanted those dark brown eyes to stare down at him while Bobby Lee pumped cock in his ass. The fucker had to be hung. He’d seen it stretched down the right leg once and Noah, the younger brother to one of his friends said Bobby Lee was hung, the cock so big they made fun of him in the showers after practice.
Well, he wouldn’t make fun of Bobby Lee’s cock. He’d worship it. Put the goddamn thing in his mouth and suck. He just had to get Bobby Lee out of those jeans. Four or five drinks should do the trick. Then again, maybe the bastard wanted it; he was the one who suggested coming back to his place. He smiled at the thought, hoping it was true.
One thing for damn sure, he was going to find out.
Outside the old weathered mobile home sitting under two pines sat the Cherokee with the Highboy next to it. It was late, nearly midnight, and both vehicles had long since cooled down.
Inside the mobile home, LeRoy was reclined in his old recliner, shirt removed revealing his lean build. Bobby Lee lay on the sofa, shirt unbuttoned and shoes kicked off. The bottle sat open on the coffee table, and each held a small glass with a fresh two finger pour. On the television was an action movie from five years ago, one they were half ass watching. Instead, LeRoy would cut his eyes to Bobby Lee, looking along the long legs, the nice bulging crotch, the impossibly flat stomach, a chest with definition he was envious of, to the face that just took his breath. Bobby Lee stared back, smiled, and adjusted his cock until it was plainly visible down the right leg.
You fucking tease. Jesus, who is flirting with who, LeRoy thought as he adjusted his own cock until it was turned straight up, pushing out on his waistband enough he could see the head. He was fucking horny, so horny that his cock would soon slip above the waistband. He stared at Bobby Lee, flexed his cock, feeling it stretch out longer. Bobby Lee’s eyes went from staring into his eyes to down at his crotch, no doubt seeing his cock slip free.
Tell me you’re horny. Tell me you want to fuck around with me. Come on, Bobby Lee, show me you want it.
“You got something to snack on?” said Bobby Lee rolling off the sofa to his feet, staggering just a little as he headed to the kitchen, open to the room at the end of the mobile home.
“Look in the cabinet over the frig,” said LeRoy, dropping the footrest and coming to his feet. He staggered a couple of steps, giggled about it, then headed into the kitchen behind Bobby Lee, who had opened the wrong cabinet and stood staring at plastic cups, plates, and a flashlight.
“The other door,” said LeRoy reaching over Bobby Lee. He was fully aware of the four inches Bobby Lee had on him, for he was on his tiptoes as he reached over the right shoulder while looking over the left one. He pulled close to him, then closer until pressed against the back and ass. He pulled down chocolate chip cookies while pressing his hard cock against the ass.
“Is this what you want?” whispered LeRoy.
The ass pushed back and the head tilted back until leaning against the side of his own head.
“Yes,” Bobby Lee uttered.
Hands came to his thighs and the ass pushed back against his cock again, and LeRoy dropped the cookies on top of the frig. He held the chin tilting the head so he could kiss the cheek, then the side of the mouth, and suddenly Bobby Lee was turned around and kissing him back. LeRoy reached out to hold the body and found the shirt already removed. When did he take it off? But he was glad of it. Glad not to have the damn thing in the way, letting him feel smooth firm skin, warm against his hands and arms. As lips pressed against his own, he felt the body, ran his hands up and down the back, then over the ass, pulling Bobby Lee tight to his own body.
“Don’t you try to pull away,” LeRoy uttered as he slipped a hand down the front of Bobby Lee’s jeans. He heard a moan and felt pubic hair, then the base of the cock. He worked his hands into the jeans as far as he could never reaching the head. “Fuck, you gotta take these off.”
Hand pulled out, Bobby Lee grinned at him like a fool as he undid the jeans then worked them down each leg and off. The boxers were loose, baggy as shit and ugly as hell, but the way the cock stuck out of the right leg opening and tried to lift it up was sexy as fuck.
“Let me,” said LeRoy.
LeRoy went to his knees, bent his head down to the head of that cock and captured it in his mouth. He pushed upward as far as the boxers would let him, taking the head and a couple of inches of the shaft. Fuck, he wanted more. He worked his mouth on the head of the cock until Bobby Lee was shivering, then finally released it. He looked up at Bobby Lee while tugging the boxers down. The cock smacked him in the face, and he pushed against it while letting the boxers drop around the ankles. A deep inhale, then he licked the shaft and head like a five-year-old licked a lollipop. Messily, noisily, slurping and sucking until Bobby Lee was trying to push the goddamn thing down his throat.
Bobby Lee held his head between large hands and pumped the cock over his tongue and into his throat. Bobby Lee was fucking him in the mouth and he took it, hoping the next fucking was in his ass. He relaxed to Bobby Lee’s fucking, let that cock pump over his tongue until he wanted to taste it, Bobby Lee’s nasty cum. He wanted that shit filling his mouth and dripping down his chin. He clung to the thighs and waited impatiently for his reward.
Oh Bobby Lee, I’ve been a good boy. Can I have your cum?
LeRoy wanted it bad. And by how Bobby Lee was moving, he was about to give it to him. The smooth rhythm of the swing of the hips was suddenly erratic, the push forward more like a desperate shove. The hands tightened and the cock swelled thicker, then cum hit the back of LeRoy’s throat. The cock flexed with each ejaculation pumping wad after wad into his mouth until it dribbled down his chin and he had to swallow.
Bobby Lee leaned back against the frig, boxers around his ankles and cock still hard. LeRoy stared up at him, taking in the muscular body and the cock that looked every bit nine inches long.
“Are you going to let me tap that ass?” Bobby Lee uttered.
“You want it right here?” said LeRoy coming to his feet undoing his jeans. He pushed them down until they were gathered around his calves. There was no underwear to get in the way. He was dripping and his asshole felt like it was ready to be stretched open for that cock. He stroked his cock as Bobby Lee stroked his own. They watched each other.
“You want to fuck me?” said LeRoy. You want to fuck my ass, you fucking hick bastard.
“Yes!” Bobby Lee exclaimed and he was suddenly manhandling LeRoy, spinning him around too fast causing him to nearly fall over, then he was holding the neck pushing the head down. “Show me that ass.”
LeRoy bent willingly, reaching back and spreading his ass. He saw his cock drooling, the precum hanging a foot from his cock. Then two feet. Then damn near to the floor when Bobby Lee slapped his ass with that cock, then put it to his opening. Keeping his head tilted down, LeRoy closed his eyes. Do it. Do it you fucking bastard; stick me.
“OH FUCK!” LeRoy cried out when Bobby Lee punched through his tightness. It shuddered him, but he pushed back, feeling his ass stretch to take more of that cock. Bobby Lee had become a pure gentleman, letting him set his own pace, pushing and pushing, until his ass was firmly against the hips.
“That’s it, you got me,” said Bobby Lee.
“Now fuck me,” exclaimed LeRoy.
Bobby Lee held LeRoy’s hips and fucked. He tugged that cock outward until it nearly slipped free, then he pushed it back into the ass, all the way. He did it again and again, building up his pace slowly, letting LeRoy feel it, every inch moving through his tightness, and he was tight, too damn tight, but not for much longer.
LeRoy stroked his own cock as Bobby Lee hammered his ass. It rocked him, made him cry out, and caused him to become so erect he wanted to cum. Just as he was getting into the rhythm of their fuck, Bobby Lee pulled out of his ass, waited a long, long second, then punched it back into him. He cried out and his cock flexed in his hand. Bobby Lee pulled out of his ass again, waited even longer, then punched it back into him, sinking all the way so hard it nearly toppled him forward.
“Jesus, take me. Take me LeRoy,” uttered Bobby Lee.
Bobby Lee ran his hands up LeRoy’s sweaty back and held the neck between them. He tugged LeRoy upright and fucked. It rocked LeRoy, his cock flopping wildly and his nut sac drawing up tight.
“Goddamn LeRoy, let me…let me,” uttered Bobby Lee.
“Yes,” LeRoy exclaimed breathlessly, not sure what LeRoy wanted; to let him keep fucking or to pump cum into his depths or was it something else Bobby Lee wanted. He’d do it. In this moment, he would do what that hunky bastard wanted. The hands moved, cupped his chin and mouth, and pulled his head back until his back was bent backward and his cock was sticking straight out. Bobby Lee fucked with a relentless pace, hammering his ass. The sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed in the whole damn mobile home and LeRoy swore he could feel the damn thing rocking. Or maybe it was just him.
Bobby Lee was tearing up his ass, banging his insides until he saw stars. His cock drooled and flexed, and his nuts were ready to dump a load. Then that bastard pulled out of his ass.
“NO!” LeRoy exclaimed, thinking Bobby Lee was going to leave him hanging.
But the exclamation hadn’t stopped echoing in the room when Bobby Lee was manhandling LeRoy again. Spun around, pushed back against the countertop. Bobby Lee used his right arm to clear it, raking everything to the side, half of it falling in the sink. Then he lifted LeRoy, sat him on the countertop, grabbed the legs, and jerked the ass forward until LeRoy was on his back and legs held up. LeRoy held the edge of the countertop knowing Bobby Lee was going to shove every inch of that nine-inch cock back into his ass. He saw it in the eyes and knew Bobby Lee saw in his eyes the lust that wanted him to do it.
“Fuck how I’ve wanted to do this,” exclaimed Bobby Lee as he buried his cock in LeRoy’s ass and fucked.
Jesus. LeRoy rocked with their fuck; his head jammed against the backsplash. Cock pummeled his insides and his own drooled on his stomach. Bobby Lee was a machine, a fuck machine, just hammering his ass. He looked at the sweaty body, how the skin revealed the muscle underneath and the nipples were sticking out. I should pinch those fuckers. The thought died as Bobby Lee took his right ankle and jammed it against the upper cabinets, letting the left leg dangle off to the side, and resumed fucking. Hips banged against his ass until he wanted to cum. Bobby Lee was making him see stars.
“Goddamn it, take me…take me,” exclaimed Bobby Lee, and he shoved into LeRoy all the way and shuddered and jerked with release.
When Bobby Lee was spent, LeRoy expected him to pull out, so he was thrilled when Bobby Lee stood straight and slow fucked him.
“I’m fucking this ass again,” Bobby Lee uttered, looking down to watch his cock as he pumped it into LeRoy’s depths. He watched his cock reappear slick and wet with cum. He watched the cum leak out of the ass. He watched LeRoy’s cock flex up and down with arousal. He slipped his hands behind the knees and pushed the legs down until thighs were tight to the chest and LeRoy was staring up glassy eyed and consumed by their fuck.
“Keep fucking. Don’t stop,” LeRoy exclaimed.
Bobby Lee smiled, pushed down on the legs again, and he gave LeRoy what he wanted. He fucked. Fucked hard. Physically, breathlessly, he pounded the ass. He fucked until gasping for breath and even LeRoy was sweating as if feverish. His knees thudded against the cabinets, but he didn’t slow, let the sound of doors bang loudly echo in the room, almost as loud as LeRoy’s grunts and cries.
LeRoy clung to the edge of the countertop and banged his head against the backsplash was he took Bobby Lee’s fuck. Jesus, cock was hitting something inside him; he wanted to cum.
“Fuck! Bobby Lee, don’t stop,” LeRoy exclaimed. His eyes rolled up into his head as he held his mouth open sucking in air. Then cum roped up his chest. As his cock spurt wad after wad, Bobby Lee hammered his insides, making each ejaculation intense.
Bobby Lee slowed to an intense slow fuck, pushing every inch into LeRoy’s depths. He rubbed his hand up the stomach and chest smearing the cum, then he smeared it in LeRoy’s face as he sank into the ass and came.
The tub was small, even for one full grown man, but it was ridiculous for two, but Bobby Lee made room for himself by pinning LeRoy against the wall, cock buried in the ass and legs folded up between their chests. LeRoy couldn’t move, could barely breathe, as Bobby Lee fucked him. Bobby Lee fucked until the water heater ran out and the water became cold.
Not bothering to dry off, LeRoy led Bobby Lee to his bedroom where he pulled him to follow him down on the bed.
“Sit against the wall,” said LeRoy.
Bobby Lee sat sideways, back against the wall, and he took his cock in hand and stroked it slowly in front of LeRoy.
“You want this?” said Bobby Lee in a tone of voice that shocked LeRoy.
“Yes,” LeRoy replied, moving to him. He straddled the legs and backed up to Bobby Lee until his ass was over that cock. He worked his ass back and forth over it until he felt Bobby Lee pushing upward.
“Mother fucker, stop teasing me,” said Bobby Lee, circling LeRoy’s narrow waist with one arm while using the other to hold his cock up. He pulled LeRoy down onto his cock, burying it in the ass. “Now move your fucking ass.”
LeRoy moved on the cock, worked his hips and back, undulating his body. He moved on the cock, pushed down all the way, working hips until his abs burned.
“Come on, LeRoy, get me off.”
LeRoy lay back, ground his body against Bobby Lee’s and ass down on the cock. He moved seductively, in a way he would never confess to, a way that revealed his submissiveness, his desire to be fucked in the ass, and Bobby Lee’s nine inches was tormenting him, pushing his arousal to the ragged edge. He took his own cock in hand and stroked it as he kept moving his ass on that cock.
“Bobby Lee…cum in…cum inside me,” uttered LeRoy.
“Fuck,” Bobby Lee exclaimed, shoving upward, then jerking with release.
LeRoy smiled as Bobby Lee filled his ass, then he threw his head back, resting it in the crook of the neck and shoulder, and came again, cum raining down on his body.
“Goddamn, you son of a bitch, you wore me out,” exclaimed LeRoy as they lay still, Bobby Lee raking fingers through his cum.
One Year Later
The old Ford Highboy pulled into the park next to a Chevy. Both doors swung open, Bobby Lee from the driver’s side and LeRoy from the passenger side. They headed toward the town picnic, walking side by side, so close hands grazed. They wanted to hold hands but were too self-conscious about it. Maybe next year they will do it. It was enough to know that after a year, they were the talk of the town. The two fags holed up in LeRoy’s mobile home fornicating and doing God knows what. They saw some of the looks, the stares that revealed curiosity and judgement, and surprisingly some smiles.
“Mom told me we shouldn’t come, that some might say something,” said Bobby Lee.
“Not to our face, they won’t want.”
“Pussies.”
They laughed as they made their way to where their families sat. Unlike last year, they planned to watch the fireworks. After spending the afternoon fucking and sucking, they were both spent. This year they would sit back and relax, damn the judgmental stares.
At the picnic table where their mothers were sitting side by side, Bobby Lee’s looked up and smiled and LeRoy’s frowned, shaking her head.
“You boys are going to stir up some folks,” she said, then laughed.
“Fuck ‘em,” said LeRoy.
“LeRoy, watch the language.”
“Yes, mother,” LeRoy replied sarcastically, then he leaned forward, forearms resting on the table. “And Happy Fourth of July.”
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