1.
The combine pulled to the edge of the field and shunt down, first the engine then the lights. It was dark, later than usual, to end a day of harvesting wheat but rain was in the forecast and there was a push to get finished. Bobby Lee drove along the edge of the field toward the combine to pick up his dad. He glanced in the rear-view mirror seeing his older brother Austin driving away in the grain truck heading to the barn with a load. Austin would get to the grain elevator early the next morning before they even opened, to get unloaded as soon as they did and back to the field.
Bobby Lee pulled to a stop as his dad was climbing down from the cab. He watched the man, the farmer, the fourth generation to work the land here in Covington County, walk his way. Andrew Wright was the youngest of three and had always believed the farm would go to his older brother. But a car crash one rainy night changed everything. The sister that was between them left for college and never came back except for visits. Therefore, Andrew stepped up and became the heir of the farm, increasing its size to better support his parents and himself, especially after he married Rebecca, his high school sweetheart and started their own family. With Austin now farming full-time there was discussion about increasing its size again, despite their grandfather retiring to enjoy his later years, usually on some lake or creek fishing.
Everything seemed to be following some plan, everyone finding their place, or so it seemed. But the truth was a bit different, because Bobby Lee didn’t know what he was going to do when he graduated at the end of the school year.
He saw his dad look back at the combine as if he forgot something, then turn and continue toward him. The face wasn’t visible with the cap pulled low, but a wipe across the brow, and it was tilted back, giving his forty-four-year-old dad a casual appearance that was more in line with his easy-going manner.
The passenger door swung open turning on the interior light, and Bobby Lee watched his dad slide into the passenger seat.
“Remind me to check the belts in the morning,” said Andrew.
“Something wrong?” said Bobby Lee, putting the truck in gear.
“I think I heard one squeal at little.”
“I hope it isn’t one of those long ones wrapping around three or four pulleys.”
“Me too.”
Bobby Lee pulled out of the field and headed north on Miller’s Crossing Lane for home. He could see brake lights ahead knowing it was Austin at the stop sign. The lights turned right on Pine Road, as he would do.
“Is Austin eating with us tonight?” said Andrew.
“Nah, Rachel said she would have something for him when he got home.”
“So, it’s just us.”
“Yep.”
Bobby Lee rolled up to the stop sign to see Pine Road was dark and empty, except for the brake lights of the grain truck to the east, and he continued, swinging right and accelerating back to speed.
“I hope we get the Harris field cut tomorrow before the rain arrives,” said Andrew in a low voice as if talking to himself more than to Bobby Lee.
Pulling around the old farmhouse, Bobby Lee pulled into spot by the detached garage. He saw Austin come out of the barn after parking the grain truck in it, going toward his own truck. The interior dome light came on as his dad climbed out and he swung his door open to follow. They crossed the drive heading toward the expanded farmhouse that had been built in 1924 by an ancestor, then passed to a cousin in 1971 who decided to move to the mountains upon their retirement allowing his parents to buy it right after getting married. It was home, the only one he had ever known, and he wondered what it would be like to leave it, for the day was nearing when he would leave.
He followed his dad into the screen porch where they removed their filthy boots, then eased into the house to the smell of chili simmering on stove.
“Go get cleaned up and I’ll have the table set for us to eat,” said Rebecca, his mom.
Andrew went to the primary bedroom suite on the ground floor as Bobby Lee took the stairs to the second floor to his room. He entered the bedroom, the largest one on the second floor, because it had been the original primary bedroom, one his parents occupied until the addition was completed twelve years ago, making it Austin’s room. Once Austin moved out, it became his room. The other two bedrooms shared a bathroom, but this bedroom had its own small bathroom, something Bobby Lee prized for the extra privacy it afforded.
He stripped, taking everything off until he was standing naked in the middle of his room. He looked in the mirror at his reflection seeing what he was feeling. The way he could feel the cool air, the slightest movement of it over his exposed skin. He felt his sex, hanging loose and free and he saw it move, awaken with his sense of nudity. He loved to be naked, to have nothing covering even an inch of his skin. While looking in the mirror, he touched himself, manipulated his cock until it began to grow erect.
He didn’t have time to go further, to drop to his knees facing the mirror and jerk off, or to lay on his back, knees up, fingering his hole while jerking off, or to get on his hands and knees, jerking off imagining being fucked by a guy. He imagined what it must be like to be fucked. To have another’s cock pushing into his ass while he stroked his own cock.
One last look. How his arms were tanned more than the rest of him. How wheat dust covered everything that hadn’t been covered. His face, neck, and arms. Then he looked at the body created from a weight room so he could play baseball. Muscular, more so than Austin who was shorter than his five foot eleven and stockier. He raked a hand down his chest just to feel the touch. Despite all the times a girl hit on him, made it obvious she was willing, he was still a virgin, longing for the touch not of a girl, but of a man.
He looked at his reflection and admitted once again he was gay.
2.
The waters of Bushy Creek moved so slowly that River barely had to paddle to move forward. He maneuvered the kayak up the creek knowing at some point he would be leaving Madison County and entering Covington County, just to the north. On the main highway between the two counties, Highway 47, there would be signs demarking the imaginary line created by man. Lines that created states, counties, cities, and towns. But on the creek, there were no signs, nothing to tell him when he passed from his home county and into the next one.
River Patterson was eighteen, a senior in high school about to graduate. He was going to college to major in Environmental Sciences and Natural Resource Management, and his excursions along the rivers and creeks of the region were his preparation. He noted the species of trees, plants, and the animals that lived on or near the water. White tail deer, water moccasins, raccoons, and a host of other creatures. He paddled during the day and night to see the differences.
River lived in Grove Hill, on the southern side of it in a 1980s ranch style house with his parents and younger sister. His father, Sam, was a science teacher at the high school, and his mother was a nurse for a doctor in town. River also knew his parents were still considered outsiders to the town, too liberal for most. Every time his sister and he were introduced he could see it in the other person’s eyes. River and Leaf: tree hugger names. Names liberals give their children just to piss off the good honest folk. If people knew they were atheists, he expected their home would be burned down one night.
A ripple in the surface of the water, then the unmistakable head of a snake. He paddled closer to it until able to identify it. A cottonmouth; water moccasin. He uttered the technical name aloud. “Agkistrodon piscivorus. A pit viper in the subfamily Crotaline of the family Viperidae.” The snake sensed his presence and turned toward him. He smiled and slowly backpaddled watching the snake follow for about ten feet then give up and turn to continue to the left bank.
He thought about college and his departure from Grove Hill. He looked forward to college and leaving a place that he never felt a part of. It didn’t help he had been twelve when his parents moved them to Grove Hill. He would miss the natural areas, those places he could explore, but he would not miss the town or most of his classmates. He would miss his three friends, but knew all three of them were leaving for college too, pledging never to come back except to visit.
Robert, Matthew, and Emily were the first to greet him and the only ones to make an effort to be his friend. It didn’t take long to understand the four of them were not like the others. Matthew was artistic and daring in his drawings. Too daring for most, the creatures he drew were the things of nightmares and his male and female characters were charged with a sexuality that some of teachers considered inappropriate and would confiscate his drawings if they found them in his possession during class. Emily wanted to be a writer and although she acknowledged the juvenile attempts to date, he saw potential in what she was writing. She challenged what was considered normal, showing the banality of it. But it was Robert, his best friend, the one that hung out with him the most, that made him wish for something more. Robert wanted to be an architect and was the one that would ask about his explorations, truly interested in what he had seen. If only Robert was gay, he would have been perfect. River imagined him as gay so often it was embarrassing. He desperately wanted someone to be like himself. And Robert was as close as he could get. Androgynous, a pretty boy the girls flirted with. Someone that made him think of it.
Looking at his watch, he realized it would be dark by the time he got back to his old Cherokee. He turned and paddled, keeping up a steady pace, moving faster than the waters.
As anticipated, he circled the last bend as dusk was turning to night. He got his headlamp out, turned it on, and slipped it over his cap so the light was right on top of the brim. Able to see, he paddled to the sandbar on the edge of the creek where he had put in. About thirty yards from the bank, his headlamp hit the headlights of his Cherokee reflecting light back toward him. He knew the other boys in his class considered it a waste of a good off-roader to be in his possession, but they knew nothing about his use of it, how he put it through its paces more often than any of them did their own Jeeps, SUVs, and pickups. It was thirty years old, jacked up with a four-inch lift and a roof rack with a cargo carrier and brackets to hold his kayak. Despite the roughed-up paint, the ding in the right front fender, and an interior that showed the abuse he put it through, he considered it perfect.
As he loaded up, he reminded himself it was time to service the Cherokee. He would need to get oil and filter the next time he was passing the auto parts store. He checked to make sure his kayak was secure, closed the tailgate and climbed behind the wheel. He fired up the engine and turned on the headlights and sat there, just watching the dark swirling waters in the light beams cutting across the creek. He wondered what the waters were concealing from him. What secrets they held. He smirked, knowing it was nothing like the secret he held on to like something precious, not to be shared until he experienced its physical nature.
Before pulling out, he checked his map noting the bends in the creek, realizing he had made it across the county line but not very far above it. If he wanted to make it further up Bushy Creek, he would need to get an early start or simply find a place to put in on the Madison County side. He shifted into reverse and backed away from the creek wondering where to do so. He would study his maps that night to determine the possibilities.
3.
River drove out of town on Highway 86 until he came to Highway 47 that would take him north into Madison County. He had driven the highway before, all the way to Starkville and Evergreen. As for the side roads, he had not been on any of them. He had looked at his maps, working out where he might be able to put his kayak on the creek. There was a bridge on the dirt road section of Ellis Camp Road, and he knew Bushy Creek Baptist Church sat at the intersection with Highway 47.
He passed a dirt road on his left, knowing it was Ellis Camp Road, but he wanted a drink, something with caffeine and sugar, and there was a store about a half mile up the road. He drove along the narrow two-lane highway, sweeping through one curve then the next, pine and fields on both sides of it with only a few houses. He entered a gentle curve to the left and slowed for the general store came into view on his right. He pulled into the gravel parking lot noticing for the first time the name: Collin’s General Store. There were three pumps out front, a diesel tank on the side, and a painted wood façade that was faded and peeling. He climbed out and strolled across the parking lot noting the other vehicles. Two pickups, a Ford and a GMC, and parked at the side of the store, an old Chevrolet Caprice. As he neared the door, a pickup came from the north, a blue Chevrolet with four-wheel drive and an aftermarket front bumper and bush guard. By the look of it, it was a truck that got utilized. It pulled into the gravel lot and parked. River looked at the guy climbing out of it feeling his attraction toward guys.
About his age, average height, with a muscular build, evident in the sleeveless shirt. Stop staring, he told himself and quickly entered the store. He looked around getting his bearings, seeing drink coolers along the far wall, and he cut across the front of the store to them. The door opened behind him, and he heard the two men and owner at the front speak to the guy as he entered.
“Bobby Lee, did you get your wheat cut?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you planting soybeans behind it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you going to farm with Andrew and your brother?”
“I…I’m not sure.”
Bobby Lee. River considered the name, its southern nature. A first and middle name used together. Scanning the reach-ins for something that captured his eye, he spied a Mellow Yellow. He knew it was the worst of the sodas, for it had too much caffeine, but he was dragging after staying up late pouring over online maps, so he opened the cooler and reached for it.
A movement to his right and he looked over to see Bobby Lee standing next to him.
“I want to get one of those too,” said Bobby Lee.
River handed him the one he had taken out and reached for another. When he turned, he saw Bobby Lee looking at him. It was like he was being sized up, then Bobby Lee blinked, nodded, and turned to head to the front to check out, and he followed at a distance unable to not watch the firm round ass moving in the tight jeans. Damn, he’s hot, River thought, as he tried not to stare.
River drove back toward the dirt road to put in above where he had made it the day before. As he eased down the narrow two-lane windows down letting the hot air swirl around the interior, he thought of that farm boy. The hunky bastard was attractive. He knew very little about the guy, but he had a name: Bobby Lee. It was so southern, the use of both first and middle names together. “Bobby Lee,” River uttered aloud as he slowed to turn on the dirt road ahead.
The shotgun blasted sign indicated the road was Ellis Camp Road. It was wider than he first realized and recently graded. He accelerated up to 25 mph realizing the smoothness was an illusion for the old Jeep shimmered and shuddered over the surface. But he didn’t have far to go, just around the first curve and the bridge came into view.
Pulled off the road, a place others had done so, he locked up and carried his kayak down the steep grade following the narrow path that angled down to a sandbar along the bank of the creek. He was relieved to see the creek was still wide and deep enough to paddle. He put in, deciding to go downstream until he got to the point he had stopped.
Seating in the kayak, he pushed off and slipped back under the bridge, having to duck under cross beams. The creek wound through the woodland, some trees fallen along the edge of it, then turned up reaching back for the sky. River paddled slowly keeping alert to any wildlife he may come upon. As he passed a cluster of cypress trees, he saw a white bird, a great egret, Ardea Alba. He had seen a lot of them hoping to one day come upon a whooping crane instead. He watched the bird move in the shallow waters around the cypress trees hunting for food.
He kept moving quietly downstream, barely making a ripple on the surface of the water. He heard splashing in the water, always just out of sight. He saw a snake crossing the stream, only to dive down before he could identify it, knowing it was probably a water moccasin. He rounded another bend and was surprised to see something reflective through the trees. As he drew near, he made out the bed of a truck, a truck painted blue. He wondered if it was Bobby Lee. Maybe he was fishing somewhere along the stream. As narrow as it was, he knew paddling past him would disturb his fishing if he were.
He maneuvered to a small sandbar and climbed out of his kayak. He eased up the bank, stepping over an eroded section, onto firm ground. He moved downstream keeping the stream to his left. He saw the truck was sitting at the back of a field in a grassy lane that ran along its perimeter. Bobby Lee could be in the field doing something, although what he would be doing in a soybean field grown too high for any additional cultivation, he had no idea. He kept along the creek, thinking Bobby Lee had to be on the creek, not in the field.
Then he saw him, or just a small part of him through the trees. Nothing but bare flesh, and River assumed Bobby Lee was shirtless. He eased through the trees getting closer until he realized Bobby wasn’t shirtless, he was naked. Totally naked. No pants and boxers around the ankles with boots still on. Bobby Lee was naked, leaning on a downed tree, feet planted apart, stroking his cock.
River ducked down behind a tree to watch. It was like coming upon something rare in the wild. A beast that would attack if disturbed, and River had no misgivings that Bobby Lee wouldn’t whip his ass if caught. Despite the idea of getting his ass handed to him for watching, River dropped to his knees and watched. He studied the body, its frame, comparing it to his own. It was more muscular, a lot more muscular. The pecs, the flat stomach flexing with the abs, and the biceps, the right one flexing with the arm’s movement. In its hand, a nice cock. Thick and curved upward, perfect for the arc of the hand movement, and he imagined how it was perfect for thrusting into a man’s ass.
Bobby Lee stopped masturbating and stood naked looking at his cock flex up and down. River watched him wondering what he would do. Bobby Lee eased up on the fallen tree and lay along its length, feet set to each side of it. With head titled back, Bobby Lee began to masturbate again. The hand moved slowly along the length of the cock.
River looked at the cock knowing it had to be eight inches, maybe longer. He touched himself, his horniness making his cock stir. He undid his shorts and boldly pushed everything down until it gathered around his knees. He manipulated his cock getting it hard as he watched Bobby Lee increase his pace. It didn’t take long, and River was matching Bobby Lee’s pace. Stroke for stroke, he masturbated with the same urgency as Bobby Lee.
Bobby Lee shoved upward and held his hand at the base of his cock. For a split second nothing, and River thought the bastard was holding back. Then the cock erupted. Thick wads of cum shot out raining down on the chest and stomach.
“Goddamn,” River uttered as he kept stroking desperate to cum too.
Bobby Lee pumped the last of his cum out, squeezed his cock getting a bead to pool in the slit, and he wiped it off then licked it off his fingers. River came, jaw clinched to keep from crying out, as he sprayed cum across the ground.
Bobby Lee stood up and walked into the sunlight, cum glistening on his skin. He just stood there with his arms hanging along his sides and cock still hard and curved upward.
“Fuck,” River uttered wondering if Bobby Lee would pump out another load. But then he realized Bobby Lee would come right by him to get back to his truck, and he pulled his shorts up and secured them, then eased backward until out of sight. He moved quickly through the trees until he came to his kayak. He wasted no time, getting into it and pushing off, heading upstream back to his Cherokee. By the time he got home and into his room, he would be ready to masturbate again.
4.
Cum trickled down his chest and he let it. It felt good moving across his bare skin. He tilted his head up with eyes closed and felt the sun’s warmth on his skin. His cock flexed with his renewed arousal. To be naked, to be outdoors feeling the air caress his skin, it made him so fucking horny. It made him feel alive. He stroked his cock slowly building up his arousal. He dropped to his knees right where he stood and masturbated. The sun and his arousal heated him, made him sweat, and he raked a hand down his slick chest and over his stomach while the other just stroked his cock. By the time he came again, his body was covered in sweat and this time, his cock went flaccid.
Bobby Lee stood in the small clearing feeling the warm breeze over his skin and he frowned at the notion of getting dressed. But there were chores to do (there were always chores to do) and his dad would be looking for him, so he headed back. He circled out to the creek to wash off. Afterward he would go to where he had stashed his clothes. As he cut through the trees, he wondered what it would be like to go to one of those nudist camps where he could get naked and stay that way for days. There was one thing to feel the sun on his skin or a breeze blowing over it, but the idea of being seen, naked, fully exposed to the stare of another…it didn’t do to think of it.
He came to the creek and froze. Fresh tracks and evidence of where someone pulled a small canoe or one of those kayaks onto the sandbar. He was holding his breath about to panic, then he realized if someone had wanted to expose him to the community about being naked and playing with himself, they would have made sure he knew they had seen him. Or so he hoped, and he eased into the creek to wash off trying not to think of it.
But he thought of it for maybe someone liked watching him. It made him scoff for it was a crazy idea, just one more fantasy he could allow to develop. Maybe next time, he would think someone was watching him for real. He now had a means of making it seem real.
Bobby Lee checked the water troughs for the cows, then went to feed the chickens. He saw Austin coming back from cultivating one of the last fields to need it, pulling the tractor down to the second barn, easing into it. He considered the differences between Austin and himself. Austin was married with two kids. For all appearances, the perfect son, working on the family farm. Then there was him. Yes, he had just graduated from high school, but there had never been a girlfriend, so there was no possibility of a marriage in the near future, something worrying to his parents. He knew he was destined to disappoint them because he had no desire to get married. He had kept his sexual attractions a secret, but the idea of living a lie was a bridge too far. He would remain a bachelor instead of getting married.
When he finished his chores, Bobby Lee headed inside glad to be finishing early. Maybe he would drive down to Grove Hill to that tavern that opened on Main Street. He went up to his room, stripped off his clothes, then stood in front of the mirror looking at his nakedness. He ran a hand over his chest, down his stomach, until fondling his cock. He was tempted to get himself hard and jack off again. He felt his arousal with his nakedness. How he felt his exposure; the air caressing his skin.
Then he thought about being watched.
His cock curved up. He stroked it imagining someone was watching him. He turned sideways to the mirror and bent over. His cock curved up below his stomach and he slow stroked it. With his other hand, he rubbed it across the right ass cheek then rubbed fingers along his ass. He touched himself, rubbed the tight opening, then he penetrated it wondering if such a display would lure them out. Make them come to him. If so, would they want to do it. Would they want to replace his fingers with their cock. Would they fuck him. He wanted it, wanted it so bad he was breathing hard and stroking his cock faster, unable to hold back. He wanted to cum again. He had to.
With fingers working his hole, he stroked his cock faster and faster until the surge of release built up. He buried a fourth finger into his ass and pumped them through the tightness as his cock swelled thicker, grew so sensitive he was shivering. Then he rained wads of cum across the floor.
Bobby Lee stood in front of the mirror, hands at his sides and cock dripping. He stared at the muscular body, the familiarity of it, wishing someone had watched him and better yet, had wanted him, wanted him enough to do it. To fuck him in the ass. He knew there were guys online who would do it, but he hadn’t built up his courage to hook up with someone he didn’t know. But maybe it would be best. Meet some stranger passing through never to be seen again.
But he wanted more than that, so he hesitated, kept to himself, and when he could get away, went down to Bushy Creek, got naked, and jacked off.
Driving down Main Street, Bobby Lee was looking for a place to park for the tavern was just ahead on the next block. He eased along with the traffic, surprised to see so much of it. He decided to turn at the intersection, for it looked like the street parking was taken. The Tahoe in front of him wanted to turn left, so he waited as traffic from the opposite direction passed. A Volkswagen, a Jeep Wrangler, two Ford pickups, then an old Cherokee he had seen before. He didn’t remember where he had seen the SUV until he saw the guy driving it. Young, about his own age with dirty blonde hair. The guy he had seen at Collin’s General Store the day before. He remembered how the guy was taller than his five foot ten, six foot tall at least with a lean build, but it was the blue eyes and wavy blonde hair he remembered most.
Why couldn’t he be gay, Bobby Lee wondered as they passed. The guy looked back, and for a moment he imagined it was with the same desire he felt. He looked in the mirror to see the Cherokee motor away.
The next day, Bobby Lee got the yard mowed and trimmed then got his chores completed so he would have all afternoon to himself. He went inside and showered off the grime and put on cargo shorts and a tank top. The least he could wear without comment from his mom. She would never know he was going commando. He wanted to feel his clothing loose on his body, like it was barely on him.
He went out to his truck and pulled out, heading to the back of the field that backed up to Bushy Creek. The 120-acre field lay on the north side of the creek with woods all around it with a narrow lane cutting through them on the north side from the 60-acre field that fronted Pine Road. He drove along the lane that ran along the field’s edge, easing slowly because it was bumpy and uneven. Grass raked at the bottom of his truck reminding him it was time to bushhog around the field again. At the back he continued straight on the lane as it cut across the low wooded area that was the drainage basin for the region. He bounced down the steep grade, eased across the bottom they had gravel packed down to prevent it from washing out, then eased up the other side. He came out to the 120-acre field. To the east was a pine stand leased by one of the papermills, and to the west, a band of woods that belonged to the Smiths, with their house site nestled in it facing Miller Crossings Lane. To his south, the woods that ran along Bushy Creek, and he followed the lane around the field until he came to the large oak he could park beneath. He climbed out and stripped, tossing everything into his truck. It was always a risk Austin, or his dad would come down looking for him. He planned to say he was just skinny dipping in the creek as an excuse for being naked. Austin and he had done so when they were younger, Austin fourteen or fifteen and he was just eight or nine.
It had been when he first realized how much he liked being naked. The fact Austin had been going into puberty and looked older, more mature, had no effect on him, even though he had still just been a little boy.
He moved through the woods to his place, the fallen tree. He could lean against it, lay back along its smooth length, or straddle it, legs parted with the big tree between them and his cock and nuts fully exposed. If only someone was there to see.
He came to the tree and leaned against it, feet out and parted, and he imagined it, someone in the woods watching. He tried to imagine who it could be. Maybe Curtis Rollins, because he lived nearby on the dirt section of Ellis Camp Road. Or maybe Mark Bryan who lived north of Pine Road on the paved section of Ellis Camp Road. Mark was a year younger and on the baseball team. He had seen him naked in the showers after practice or a game and always wondered what it would be like to mess around with him. Or maybe it would be Joshua, Rev Frank’s oldest son. Bushy Creek Baptist was just over the bridge where Ellis Camp Road hit Highway 47. Joshua was nineteen and home for the summer after his freshman year at college. Then he pictured that guy in the Cherokee, the one that had been at Collin’s General Store. The one he passed yesterday in downtown Grove Hill. He imagined that dirty blonde head peering around a tree as his cock got hard. He imagined the blue eyes watching him stroking his cock. He slowly stroked it until his toes curled, then he stroked faster, harder, his fist slamming down to the base.
He had been so horny and with his voyeuristic imaginations, he was at the point of release quickly. He leaned back and watched his hand, his cock, feeling the buildup. Then he gasped for breath as his cock erupted. Thick wads hit his chest and stomach, then cum just dribbled out as he finally slowed his hand. He was spent and worked his hand along his cock squeezing a bead of cum out. He looked at the white cum pooled in the slit, then wiped it off with a finger and licked it off.
He would lay on the tree absorbing the heat of the sun as cum trickled over his sides. He would smear some of it over his skin, then use it to lube his hardening cock. He would lay there masturbating slowly, pushing his arousal then letting it subside, over and over, until his cock felt raw and he had to cum. Just had to masturbate to another release.
5.
River paddled along slowly looking for wildlife. He had seen the usual snake, a few turtles, and in one area, dragonflies hovering over the surface of the water. Despite his success with his explorations, he still felt disappointed. He had paddled past the place Bobby Lee parked the day before, only to see he was not there. Further down, he pulled to the bank and eased to that fallen tree, the one Bobby Lee was leaning on when he was naked and jerking off. He pictured the muscular body, the hard cock, and Bobby Lee’s expression of pure arousal, and when he stepped around a clump of undergrowth, he saw Bobby Lee was not at the tree.
Maybe Bobby Lee didn’t come to the creek every day. It seemed unrealistic to think he would. But still, he was disappointed.
He paddled downstream until he came to the place, he had made it to from the south. He coasted for a bit, getting water and a quick snack before turning and heading back. With everything stowed away, he turned around and started paddling, knowing going upstream would require him to do it all the way. There would be no coasting. He had no reason to hurry, but the resistance he felt, his arms working against the water, felt good, and he went with it. He paddled with a steady rhythm, making his way along the winding creek.
He rounded a bend knowing the sand bar was just ahead, the one he had pulled onto when spying on Bobby Lee. He wondered if he should pull off again. Maybe Bobby Lee finally made it and would be in that little clearing, laying back on that fallen tree, jacking off. It excited him to think of it. He paddled around a tree growing out into the creek and came into sight of the sandbar and gasped. He stopped paddling and just looked at the naked specimen before him. Bobby Lee, back turned toward him, was washing off in the creek. He stood in water up to mid-thigh and River could see the muscular back and nice round ass. It was perfect. He began to paddle slowly, wondering how close he could get before Bobby Lee heard him.
As Bobby Lee poured water over his shoulders, then over his head using a small plastic container, River paddled quietly toward him. River felt his heart racing at the prospect of catching that farm boy out in the open and able to get a close look at him.
Bobby Lee poured more water over his shoulders, this time letting most go down his back. River watched the water run down it and between the cheeks as he quietly paddled. Thirty feet away. Twenty feet. Fifteen feet, and suddenly Bobby Lee spun around, having finally heard him.
“What the—”
“Oh, hey; I’m sorry for sneaking up on you,” River lied as he paddled just enough to stay in place. His eyes roamed up and down the exposed body, then focused on the cock, despite being flaccid hung heavy over its sac. He looked upward over the flat stomach, the muscular chest, then into the face staring back.
“What are you doing out here?” said Bobby Lee.
“Paddling. What are you doing? Rinsing off in the creek?”
“Yes, I uh…I…was in the field,” pointing into the woods, “and got messed up so I’m just washing off before I get back to my truck.”
“I see,” said River, and he did see. He saw how Bobby Lee did nothing to conceal himself, just stood there fully exposed.
“I’ve got to get home,” Bobby Lee stammered, finally moving his feet, wading back to the sand bar. He stopped just before going into the woods and turned to River. “Please don’t tell anyone you saw me.”
“It’ll be out little secret,” River replied.
Bobby Lee gave him a faint smile, a nod of the head, then disappeared into the woods.
“Fuck,” River uttered, frustrated by not getting something going with him. He would have sucked that cock, took it in the ass, anything to feel what it was like with another guy, especially Bobby Lee.
6.
Bobby Lee drove across the county line into Madison, windows down, warm air swirling around the cab of the truck. He was shirtless, and on occasion he ran a hand down his chest, over a nipple, downward to the waistband of his jeans. He was so tempted to undo them. He wanted to take his cock out. His thoughts of being naked had been worse ever since that guy paddled up on him catching him rinsing cum off his chest and stomach. It had scared the fuck out of him, but on the way home, he was so horny by the thought of being seen, he had sped up so he could get to his room and jerk off again.
The sign for Grove Hill came into view. He slowed, deciding he would stop riding around aimlessly and go into town for a late lunch. He had been so stir-crazy the last two days, since being discovered on Bushy Creek. He fought the temptation to go back and see if that guy would show back up. He relished the idea of getting caught again. Maybe next time the guy would come into the woods and find him naked, hard, jerking off. He adjusted his growing erection, as he struggled to stop thinking of it.
The town limits sign, then the old shopping center. He slowed as he drove past the IGA store and slowed down further, as he eased through the old residential neighborhood, most of the houses on Main Street occupied by businesses. After a few blocks, he came to the small downtown area to see it was busy, with cars parked along both sides. Bobby Lee saw a couple come out of the diner next to the pharmacy. He pictured the meals he had eaten there at one time or another. Fried chicken, pork chops, club sandwich, and grilled ham and cheese. His stomach growled and he knew it was where he would eat lunch.
He pulled into the alley just past the bank and drove to the parking lot in the rear, parking at the back of the restaurant. He pulled on his T-shirt and headed around the block to the front door. The diner was busy, mostly older patrons who always showed up early, but as he made his way to an open table near the back, he saw him, the guy who had been on Bushy Creek in a kayak. The guy was seated across from a guy and girl, and they were smiling and joking around.
He moved past them, not daring to look, afraid the guy would say something to embarrass him. A waitress came to his table as soon as he sat, taking his order, then disappearing in the kitchen. He looked at his phone, scrolling through one site after another, forcing himself not to look up. But he looked. Looked up often, sizing up the guy, seeing him smile, then laugh at something said, then he saw him look his way, and he turned back to his phone pretending not to have noticed.
He saw them leave just as his plate was set before him, and when the three of them neared the door, the guy looked back. Looked back and stared at him for what seemed an eternity. Then the guy went out the door and was gone.
7.
River pulled into his usual parking spot next to the garage and sat there, just staring ahead. Bobby Lee had been at the diner, and it was obvious the guy had been looking at him. How often had he seen him looking his way, only to divert his eyes quickly when he turned toward him. It was almost comical how the guy had been staring across the dining room toward him, but it also made him think of it. His attraction toward him and how he lusted after the bastard’s body. He had seen it a couple of times and each time he wished he had played things differently. Pushed that farm boy to respond to him. Was he reading too much in the guy’s stare and how he caught him naked. What if the guy was just a nudist, someone who liked to get naked, and was also straight. Would approaching him illicit a response that would hurt his feelings, or worse a beating. Despite his fear, he wanted to know.
He rushed inside, changed clothes, put on swim trunks and a T-shirt, then rushed back to the garage to put his kayak on top of the Cherokee. Within a few minutes he was pulling out heading toward Bushy Creek. If he was lucky, Bobby Lee would soon be there.
He paddled to the sandbar and pulled up on the bank. He made his way through the woods to the place he had seen Bobby Lee parked, finding there was no truck there. It frustrated him, more than he wanted to admit. He strolled back toward the creek when he turned and went to Bobby Lee’s little clearing. He knew there would be no naked farm boy to feast his eyes on, but the place conjured the image of him in his mind, and he found himself getting aroused until he was working his cock around inside the swim trunks. He pictured Bobby Lee leaned against the fallen tree, naked, stroking a hard cock, then he pictured himself against the tree, naked, doing the same. He considered it, wondering what Bobby Lee would do if he came to the clearing finding him there jacking off. It felt dangerous, but then he considered how he had seen Bobby Lee naked, so what if the tables were turned. What could Bobby Lee say.
The T-shirt was pulled over his head and tossed on the fallen tree, then the swim trunks. He leaned his bare ass against the tree, legs out and spread, and began to touch himself. He felt the sun on his bare skin, warming it until he was beginning to sweat. He felt his cock awaken from his manipulation and from the heat of the sun. He spread his legs further apart as his nut sack hung long and loose between them. He leaned back on one elbow while touching himself, quickly getting erect. He slow stroked his cock building up his arousal.
He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, feeling the sun on his face. He continued to slow stroke his cock wanting it to last a long time. He was in no hurry to cum. As he grew more aroused, his body warmed up until he was really sweating, he began to understand to some degree why Bobby Lee did it. Then he heard a vehicle, close, just through the trees. It shut off, and what seemed like an eternity, a door slammed shut. It was Bobby. Or it was his dad or brother.
He had to decide what to do. He knew there was no way Bobby Lee’s dad knew what his son had been doing in the clearing. To him it was just a gap from a fallen tree, if he knew of it at all. Same for the brother. It could only be Bobby Lee, or so he desperately hoped, for he had no intention of grabbing up his clothes and getting dressed.
River kept his eyes closed, head tilted back, stroking his cock. He kept a slow pace, one that just kept him aroused. He thought he heard someone close by, and he waited. If they made some derisive comment, then he would know it wasn’t Bobby Lee, but if they stayed silent, then…
He held his cock upright and waved it back and forth, all eight inches of it. He moved his hand over the head and down to the base, slowly stroking it again. Then he opened his eyes and looked in front of him at Bobby Lee watching while tugging on a growing cock. Bobby Lee was naked and growing aroused. He smiled as he saw the glazed over expression, one lost to its lust and desire.
“Bobby Lee, right?”
“Yeah…how do you know my name?”
“Overheard it.”
Bobby Lee grew erect, stroking his cock in the same slow pace.
“What’s your name?”
“River.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah,” River replied as he stroked his cock watching Bobby Lee do the same.
“Bobby Lee, you want to come over next to me?”
River began to think Bobby Lee was going to refuse, then he watched that naked fuck ease over to him and sit to his left. He realized their differences. Bobby Lee was muscular while he was lean, chest having none of the definition Bobby Lee had. Bobby Lee had a darker skin tone, one that made him wonder if there were native American blood in his genes, or maybe some southern European. He looked at the smooth skin, nearly blemish free, then over at his own. He was pale in comparison with a few moles here and there. But stroking his cock and watching Bobby Lee do the same, he knew they were both masculine in their own way, both attractive to others, and he hoped Bobby Lee found him attractive, even if just to some small degree compared to his own attraction toward him.
River went back to the cock, looked at the thick shape of it, how Bobby Lee’s hand moved on it as he felt his hand on his own. It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough to just watch each other. It was making him crazy.
“Bobby Lee…can I touch you?”
Bobby Lee looked at him, then cut his eyes down to his own cock then over to River’s cock. River sensed it would have to be him to make the first move, not just give voice to his desire. He reached over and lightly touched a bare thigh. Bobby Lee flinched, and River was disappointed, thinking Bobby Lee was going to pull away, then the legs parted wider, and he knew it was permission granted.
River grazed the skin, moved his hand back and forth over the thigh, then he followed the curvature over it and down to the loose sac. He touched it, then manipulated the nuts within, and when Bobby Lee let go of his cock to lean back on hands, River reached for it. He held Bobby Lee’s cock (another guy’s cock!) working his hand along its length. He looked up at Bobby Lee who was watching his hand. He leaned closer to him.
“Bobby Lee?”
When Bobby Lee looked up, River leaned closer and pressed his lips to Bobby Lee’s. Another flinch, then a push back. He had awakened the farm boy. A hand cupped the back of his neck pulling them together as Bobby Lee went from a simple kiss to open mouth with tongue exploring his own. A hand touched his thigh and moved without hesitation to his cock. As he stroked Bobby Lee, Bobby Lee stroked him, until they were gasping for breath.
River knew it was time to go to the next level.
He let go of Bobby Lee and slid down to his knees, forcing the hand off his cock. He moved in front of Bobby Lee and pushed the knees further apart as he slipped between them. He bent down and licked the tight nut sack making Bobby Lee grunt and moan. He dragged his tongue over it, working the nuts around, then he took one into his mouth and tugged. Bobby Lee shuddered with the manipulation. He released it, then dragged his tongue along the cock until at the head, and he toyed with it, swirled his tongue around it, tried to bore it into the slit, then he took it into his mouth and sucked.
“Goddamn,” Bobby Lee uttered, pushing upward. River held still, letting the cock push to the back of his mouth and into his throat. He let Bobby Lee fuck his mouth for some time, then he put his hands on the thighs and pushed down to hold Bobby Lee still and worked his mouth up and down the cock, setting his own pace. Up and down, with tongue dragging along it or with lips tight around it, working the cock in every way he could imagine.
Bobby Lee cried out, pushed upward slightly, then held still letting River push down on his cock as far as he could go.
River began to work his mouth on the cock with an urgency, desperate to get Bobby Lee off. He focused on the upper half of the cock, working his mouth on it with a rapid pace. Then he focused more on the head, working his mouth on it as he took the shaft in hand and stroked. Bobby Lee was soon pumping hips upward. It was a rough rhythm, one that nearly gagged River, but he wanted Bobby Lee. Wanted him to cum in his mouth. He kept up his pace, the manipulation that was pushing Bobby Lee to the point of release. Hands took his head and worked it up and down on the cock, then pulled him down on it, all the way, nose buried in the pubic hair and cock cutting off his air. It swelled thick, then blasted a wad of cum down his throat.
Bobby Lee let him go and fell back, letting him work his mouth on the spurting cock until he had to squeeze the last drop out of it. He held the cock up as Bobby Lee watched, making a show of him licking off that last precious drop.
“Fuck,” Bobby Lee uttered breathlessly.
River expected Bobby Lee to leave him wanting, or at best, maybe, just maybe, suck him off. Imagine his shock when Bobby Lee went to his hands and knees. Just dropped to them right in front of him in the small clearing, back and ass glistening with sweat in the sunlight.
“Come on; fuck me. Put it in me,” said Bobby Lee.
River was rock hard. His cock curved up from his groin ready to fuck. He moved to Bobby Lee, dropped to his knees and rubbed his cock across the ass, then pumped it along the top of it until it flexed with his arousal. He pushed it down aligned with the tight opening and pushed against it.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” River uttered as he pushed again.
Bobby Lee pushed back, and River shivered with the tightness on the head of his cock. How that tightness moved over the head and along the shaft as Bobby Lee pushed slowly back. He watched his cock disappear inside of him as his toes curled under and he tightened his grip on the waist.
“Fuck,” River exclaimed.
“Yeah,” Bobby Lee uttered breathlessly, “fuck me. Fuck me…do it, do it, do it.” Bobby Lee’s voice trailed off as River began to work his hips.
River held the waist as he pushed into the ass. He pushed half in and slowly pumped his hips, he pushed in all the way, grinding his hips against the ass, and when he couldn’t stand it any longer, he held the waist tightly and fucked. Fucked hard. He smacked against the ass as if he could push deeper. He wanted to get deeper. He wanted to penetrate Bobby Lee to the center of his soul.
“Fuck; don’t stop,” Bobby Lee exclaimed.
And River didn’t stop. He fucked, fucked harder, faster, driving into Bobby Lee’s depths until sweat poured into his eyes and ran rivulets down his chest and back. He fucked until breathless and unable to hold back, and he shoved into Bobby Lee’s depths and came.
River sat in the shallow waters of the creek watching Bobby Lee wade around in water up to mid-thigh. He saw the looks his way and how Bobby Lee seemed unable to just sit still as he was doing. Then he noticed a smile, a small grin, as Bobby Lee turned to the sun and held his arms out.
“You like being out here naked,” said River.
“Yes,” said Bobby Lee after hesitating to answer.
“A nudist,” River said more to himself than Bobby Lee.
“I wish I never had to wear clothes.”
River stood up, feeling the sun’s warmth on his body chilled by the cool waters. He turned to the sun feeling it on his chest, stomach, and cock. He felt his exposure and understood at some level what Bobby Lee was saying. He looked over at him, seeing a stare back. “Do you find me attractive?”
“Yes. Do you find me attractive?”
River chuckled, shaking his head. “Seriously? You’re hot.” He saw the grin. He waded over to him, ran fingers lightly up the chest as he leaned toward him bringing their lips together.
When they moved apart, River saw a look of disappointment. “What is it?”
“I have to get back.”
“Can we meet up again?”
“You want to go to dinner this evening?”
River smiled, for he was thinking about the next day or so, not that evening. “I’d like that. You want me to come pick you up? We can go to Evergreen to that restaurant in town.”
“Okay,” Bobby Lee replied, smiling back.
“Give me a time and your address.”
“Come up to my truck and I’ll write it down.”
8.
Bobby Lee drove south on Highway 47 with music blaring and a grin on his face. He had gone to dinner twice with River, and hooked up at the creek one more time, and now he was heading to his home. He tapped the steering wheel to the beat of the song playing as he replayed their phone conversation.
Bobby Lee, my parents are going to Mobile for a couple of days. Do you want to come over?
Yes.
Can you stay overnight?
Yes, but I’ll have to get up early to do some stuff around the farm.
Plan on staying overnight.
He turned on Highway 86 that turned into Main Street. He followed the directions River had given him, navigating around the neighborhood until pulling into the drive of a brick ranch house. As he eased along the drive the garage door rose, revealing River standing inside motioning him to pull in.
When he climbed out of his truck, he really looked at River, dressed in just gym shorts that revealed the cock within. He wanted to go to him and pull them off. Once the door closed, he was surprised to see River smile at him, then push the gym shorts down and step out of them.
“We have the house to ourselves, so get naked.”
He laughed at the audacity. “Here? You want me to strip here in the garage?”
“Yes. Tonight, there will be no clothes once we’re inside. We stay naked.”
Bobby Lee began to undo the buttons of his shirt not believing his luck. To get to go naked all evening was something he had done alone when his parents were away. To get to do it with River made him struggle with his emotions. Happy. Desire. Lust. Want.
With his clothes tossed into his truck, he stood naked before River feeling his cock stir.
“You hot fuck, let’s get inside,” said River.
River led him through a mudroom, kitchen and family room, down a hall to the bedroom at the back corner. “I’ll throw a pizza in the oven later, but first—” said River, grabbing him and pulling down on the bed.
He touched River, rubbed the smooth skin, fondled the cock until it was hard, as they kissed and River touched and fondled him. He shifted around on the bed, and they sucked each other’s cock. Sucked until they filled the other’s mouth with cum. Then he fulfilled his fantasies, did those things only imagined before. He lay on his back with River holding his legs up and spread apart. He guided River’s cock to his ass and tugged him to push it inside him.
“Fuck me,” Bobby Lee pleaded.
He lay back, closing his eyes as he felt River penetrate him. Inch after inch pushed inside him and his own cock flexed with his arousal. The hands tightened around his ankles as River began to fuck. He clutched the bed as River moved slowly inside him, pushing deep into his ass, then tugging outward. For far too long, River slow fucked him, made him feel every inch moving inside his ass, until he wanted their pace to increase. He needed it to increase. He needed to feel that cock fucking him harder, faster, driving into his depths.
“Harder…fuck me harder,” Bobby Lee pleaded.
The bed rocked as River fucked harder, rougher, until hips smacked against ass. The movement of the bed, its rhythm made him more aroused, so aroused he had to take his own cock in hand. He masturbated as River hammered his ass.
River slowed, then began to shift position. Hands slid down the calves until holding his legs behind the knees, and he knew what River was going to do. He pictured it from watching porn. He released his cock and threw his arms over his head as River pushed his legs forward then down. His thighs pressed against his chest, pushed down by River’s weight bearing down on his legs. His ass rose, angled up for River’s fuck, and he felt him pushed inward all the way until grinding hips against his ass.
“Fuck!” exclaimed Bobby Lee.
And River fucked. Fucked hard, bouncing hips off his ass. River body slammed down on his ass, shoving cock into his depths, over and over, just hammering him into the bed. He opened his mouth and moaned as he felt the cock inside him.
“Take me…take me,” exclaimed River.
Bobby Lee clutched at the bed, then he put his hands on River’s waist feeling the flex of the body, how it was moving as it pumped cock into his depths. His own cock flexed with his arousal.
“Bobby-Lee-I’m—” River exclaimed as he shoved into Bobby Lee’s depths.
Bobby felt how River shuddered and jerked and tried to jam cock deeper into his ass. He knew he was coming.
River slipped out of his ass and sat on heels, looking down on him. He took his cock in hand to bring himself off, and River suddenly moved, knocking his hand away.
“Let me,” said River.
Bobby Lee watched River move over his waist and ease down, pressing ass over on his cock. River then rocked back and forth, rubbing his cock until he was pushing up against the ass. River ground his ass down on him, smiling wickedly.
He watched River rise on knees, take his cock and eased down on it. He felt the pressure, the tight ass pushing down on his cock. River cried out and he shuddered as the tightness squeezed the head of his cock, then slid down inch after inch. He raised his head and watched his cock disappear inside River. The ass descended until River was sitting on him.
“Fuck,” River uttered breathlessly.
River leaned forward lacing their fingers together then holding his hands down. Pinned to the bed, he felt him move, upward, then down, slowly fucking himself on his cock. The pace increased until River’s cock was slapping against his stomach as he moved up and down.
Bobby Lee was soon pushing upward, trying to get deeper in that ass. His hips banged against the ass as it descended. It rocked River and made the bed squeak. River increased their pace until gasping for breath, then sat up with his cock buried in the ass. He saw him smile as he leaned back resting on his hands. He saw the ass rise until his cock nearly slipped free, then River began to work the ass on his cock. A fast brutal pace, the ass slamming down on his hips. He watched his cock come into view then disappear as River’s cock flopped around. They bounced on the bed making it squeak, the rhythm of it increasing as River increased his pace.
“Fuck; Bobby Lee…” River exclaimed, his voice trailing off as he turned his head back.
Bobby Lee could not hold back, not another moment, and he shoved upward feeling his cock erupt in River’s depths.
Bobby Lee watched River pull the pizza from the oven. It was odd to see him naked, stirring about the kitchen. He sat at the bar, occasionally touching himself, feeling his masculine nature aroused by River’s. They had showered together, then came into kitchen for dinner, and felt free, comfortable within his skin like never before, and knew it was about being naked, but being with River.
River slid the pizza on a cutting board and sliced it up, then set it on the island. Bobby Lee watched him circle the island and sit next to him.
“Looks good,” said Bobby Lee.
“It’s frozen pizza.”
“But…you cooked it for me.”
“Geez,” said River, smirking. “It might have pubic hair on it,” he joked.
“I’ll eat it.”
River looked at him, grinning. “Nasty fuck.”
After finishing the pizza, they sat in the family room with a movie on. But they didn’t pay attention to it, for they touched and fondled and kissed. Soon River was on the floor sucking his cock until he was so aroused he would do anything. Then he was on his back on the seat cushion, head bent against the back, as River hammered his ass again.
Afterward, they gave up on the movie and went to bed, and he folded the tall lean body beneath him and fucked River until he came again. Then they settled in the bed, bodies spooned together.
9.
For the rest of the summer, Bobby Lee and River met at the creek, took advantage of one’s parents going away, even if only for half a day, and took a trip to the mountains, backpacking into a gorge to camp overnight. They fucked on a rock outcropping, down in the valley standing in the cold waters, and in the tent until the two of them were spent. For the first month, it was casual, just two guys taking advantage of every opportunity to get naked and fuck, but then they began to understand their attraction toward each other, how it was more than just desire or lust.
River talked about college and the dual degrees he was registered to pursue. Bobby Lee stammered and held back for weeks on what he wanted. It left River thinking he wanted to farm in some manner. But one night, the two of them were riding around the countryside as it sprinkled rain, Bobby Lee finally confessed he didn’t want to farm but wanted to do landscaping for residential properties.
August arrived, still summer in the south, and colleges started up their fall semester classes. River got set up for his classes and spent the first few days of the routine of classes and living in a dorm. He wanted to live off campus but as a freshman, he was required to live in the dorm.
He left his last class on the first Friday, hoped on his bicycle and took off. He rode across the campus, weaving in and out of those on foot. He came to one of the dorm complexes, seeing his dorm building to his right, but he stood on the pedals, racing across the commons until coming to the parking lot, where he followed its drive into town. He settled on the seat, falling in with the traffic on the road, easily keeping up. On the other side of downtown, he swung right, taking Washington Avenue into an older part of town, a place with apartments dating back to the sixties and seventies. He stood on the pedals, picking up his pace, swinging left into an apartment complex at the top of a hill. He coasted to the last building and hopped off his bicycle. Bobby Lee’s truck was parked in front of unit 3-4, the door he strolled up to and knocked.
Bobby Lee was working on campus with ground maintenance while he was taking classes. The plan was for him to take a few classes at the nearby community college to get some basic instruction to aid him in the future. By the time he graduates, Bobby Lee should be prepared to pursue his own landscaping company.
“It’s unlocked,” came Bobby Lee’s voice from inside.
River opened the door and rolled his bicycle inside and leaned it against the wall behind the sofa, then moved toward the bedroom looking for Bobby Lee. As expected, he found him on the bed waiting on his arrival, naked, half hard, enticing him in ways he couldn’t describe. He tugged his T-shirt over his head as he approached the bed.
