Maverick’s Story
Craig and Colton’s Halloween party was a shitload a’ fun! Hangin’ out with all The Village people dressed up as The Village People was a trip. I gotta admit the guys all put their own spit on the costumes, n’ ever’buddy looked sexy as fuck. Taylor in leather, Che bustin’ outta his sexy cop uniform… ‘nuff said. Me n’ Rusty stayed at Colton & Craig’s place on Friday night, then headed home the next mornin’. We didn’t do shit all dayum day, and when it came time to eat, we were both too lazy to cook so we headed out to get a greasy cheese steak to help kill our hangovers. Me n’ Rusty were actin’ more n’ more like a couple around people; we decided to just be us. We weren’t gonna label nothin’ yet, or make any promises we couldn’t keep or nothin’ like that, but we weren’t gonna’ hide nothin’ neither. But I think people were noticin’.
We ran into Taylor n’ Noah in the parking lot on our way t’ dinner and asked ‘em t’ go with us. I thought they broke up, but lately I’d been seein’ Noah was around the building again, he was at the Halloween party, and pretty much anywhere Taylor was… there was Noah. So, I guess they were back together. They told us at dinner that they were moving in t’gether again… they tried it once before but it didn’t work out so great n’ Noah moved back in with the buncha’ nurses he was livin’ with before. Then outta the blue, quiet Noah just asked what was up with me n’ RayRay. I just said, “Well, we’re fuckin’, datin’ n’ tryin’ to figger it out.” Then RayRay asked them the same thing n’ Taylor just lobbed my words back at us. It was purdy funny, y’all, relationships are tough as a cheap steak for ever’buddy I guess, even when ya got yer shit together like Taylor. Dinner with them was different (good different, not bad different), because it was almost like a double date, like havin’ a couple friend. Me n’ Rusty never really did that before. When we hung out it was usually just me n’ him, but dinner with those guys was fun. We had a helluva a lot more in common with Taylor and Noah than I thought we would. Taylor talked a lot about Sally, his Mustang. Of course, me n’ Rusty are big ole’ rednecks, we could talk ‘bout cars all night. But Noah was kinda glossin’ over so we talked about other shit too.
After dinner, we headed back to the apartment building in Taylor’s dealer car… damn that thang was nice. Me n’ Rusty both drive old gotdamn pickups like a coupla’ rednecks (‘we is what we is’ as they say back home), but that night we were ridin’ in the lap of luxury… I could get use to that. Taylor parked in his spot, and we all started walking towards the building. “I think I’m gonna hit the hot tub” Rusty said. “Sleepin’ on that hardwood floor was uncomfortable as hail.” We got stuck sleeping on the couch in the livin’ room at Colton and Craig’s, RayRay kept fallin’ off, so we ended up on the floor.
“You want company?” Taylor asked. “I gotta work tomorrow, I wouldn’t mind kicking back before bed.” Taylor typically worked seven days a week, he left early on Friday for the party, and then stayed home Saturday nursin’ a hangover, so a’ course he had to go in early on Sunday t’ make up for it.
“Come on down” Rusty said.
“I’m in too” Noah added.
Without even thinkin’ I said, “Sounds like a party, y’all. I’m in.” We all went up to our apartments and changed into our suits, then headed down to the indoor pool where Taylor and Noah were already in the hot tub drinkin’ from red Solo cups. The pool area was dead, there weren’t a soul there other n’ us. Our apartment building was purdy nice, indoor pool with hot tub and steam room, a weight room, even a clubhouse… the place was buzzin’ during the day, but nobody really used the amenities at night, so we had the place to ourselves.
Taylor held up his cup, “I made a pitcher of margaritas, boys” he said as he turned back, set his cup down on the ground, and poured us each a drink. Me n’ Rusty both took off our shirts and climbed in to the tub in our longboard shorts, grabbin’ the Solo cups as we sunk in t’ the hot water.
“A little haira’ the dog sounds good to me” Rusty said as he took his first sip.
Taylor and Noah were sittin’ next to each other, so we did the same, I was between Taylor and Rusty. It was a six man, in-ground tub, so, there was plenty of room… well at first, but the more we drank n’ laughed, the more squished t’gether we got. After a while, Taylor said somethin’ stupid, n’ Noah hit him with his elbow… Taylor laughed and kissed his…. um “boyfriend”, I guess. Then Noah kissed him back. Here’s the thing ‘bout Noah. He’s like the “ugly” girl in the 80’ or 90’s movie that takes off her glasses, then she’s hot as hail-fire. He always dressed nice, never wore tight clothes or nothin’… usually scrubs, but there in the hot tub, his muscles were defined, he had abs that looked like the old washboard that used to set on Grand pappy’s porch, and he looked hot… I never really looked at him like that before, but day-um. He wasn’t all big n’ muscular like Taylor, but he held his own pretty dang good. And he had this boyish like charm about him… he was kinda like this hot nerd with light brown hair, light brown eyes, and a sincere smile that just made ya’ like the guy… at that moment it all made perfect sense, there weren’t no question why Taylor couldn’t quit ‘em. Anyway, the two guys went from a playful peck on the cheek to somethin’ more, and yeah, I watched… so did Rusty. I’m sorry, y’all, but it was hot as shit. I mean, yeah, I could see Taylor doin’ that… but Noah?! Day-um, he was always the quiet, shy guy… kinda’ vanilla, I guess. Taylor on the other hand was sexual as fuck itself. Me n’ Rusty messed around with him once (okay, maybe twice but who’s countin’).
Things were getting’ hotter in the hot tub, and Rusty n’ me were both tryin’ not to watch… aw, who the hell m’ I am tryin’ fool… we were both watchin’ like it was must see TV on a Thursday night in the 90’s! Under the water, Rusty put his hand on my package and squeezed my growin’ cock. I leaned over a little and did the same t’ him. Damn, he was harder n’ Senior year algebra! I saw Taylor look at us out the side of his eye, and the M F’er smiled at us through his kissin’. He was puttin’ on a damn show for us! I dunno, but that just made me harder. Suddenly Taylor pushes Noah away and yells, “pool time” before hoppin’ outta the tub in his red Speedo, n’ jumpin’ into the pool to cool down. Noah was right behind him in his black Speedo, then me n’ Rusty followed with our obvious boners pokin’ outta our board shorts n’ leadin’ the way. All four of us did cannon balls inta’ the pool.
We were spalshin’ around in the pool when Taylor disappeared under the water, then popped up, lifted his Speedo over his head, swung it around a few times before lettin’ it fly outta the pool. “Taylor, put your suit back on” Noah said, almost scoldin’ him. “What if somebody walks in?!”
“The more the merrier” Taylor said with an evil smirk and a laugh. “C’mon boys, get NEKKID!”
Hail, Before I could even think about it, Rusty threw his shorts outta the pool too, and shouted, “I’m in” as he shook the water outta his hair.
I looked over at Noah, he shrugged, then added, “when in Rome” and his Speedo landed next to Rusty’s.
“Why the hail not” I said as I shucked off my waterlogged board shorts and threw ‘em. They landed with a thud. Then, the four of us were nekkid as the day the good Lord dropped us on this earth and havin’ a helluva good time splashin’ around. When we were cooled down properly, Taylor led the nekkid trek back to the hot tub. He grabbed our suits along the way and left ‘em in a pile outside the hot tub. Gotdamn Taylor and Noah both looked good nekkid… and y’all already know how hot I think Rusty looks nekkid.
We got back in the hot tub, this time Taylor pulled nekkid Noah onto his nekkid lap, ‘n shoved his tongue down his throat. Me N’ Rusty went back to watchin’, hail, who am I t’ turn down a free show?! Rusty grabbed my junk under the water. I was sittin’ close to Taylor, his muscular thigh touched mine, his wet leg hairs tangled with mine. Damn, my softened meat muscle tensed up so frickin’ fast! Rusty started jackin’ me off under the water, “Beany, sit on the edge” he said.
“Huh?”
“Sit yer skinny ass on the edge a’ the hot tub” he repeated.
“I aint got no draws on!” I protested… shit it was a public pool and he wanted me to sit up there buck ass nekkid with my hard dick exposed to the gotdamn world. “Hail no.”
Taylor snickered, looked around to make sure there weren’t nobody watchin’ us, then lifted Noah onto the edge of the tub between me n’ him, his hard cock was right at my eye level… and it was damn impressive. I looked up at Noah, our eyes locked… me n’ him were the two shyer ones. He shrugged again, but this time with mischief in his eyes. Then he patted the edge next to him like he was saying, ‘get on up here boy.’ So, I did.
Faster n’ a fox runnin’ with a hen in his mouth, Taylor went down on Noah and Rusty went down on me. Shit, me n’ Noah was nervously lookin’ around, ‘fraid of getting’ busted, but that didn’t stop us from pushing our boyfriends heads down on our cocks and face fuckin’ the livin’ shit outta em’. Those two were bobbin’, slurpin’, and strokin’ us tryin’ to get us to throw a little protein snack their way. Noah n’ me put an arm around each other to help steady ourselves. It felt weird havin’ another guy touch me while Rusty was suckin’ on my jock like that. Weird but good… so good that I was ready t’ plant my country seed in his damn throat pretty darn quick. When I grunted “Ima’ cummin, boy” to Rusty, it set Noah off. He started pumpin’ harder n’ faster inta’ Taylor’s pretty mouth. His arm tightened around my shoulder and we shot our loads together.
I didn’t even have no recovery time when Rusty pulled my ass into the water, hopped up on the edge and said, “my turn. Ge suckin’.” He put his hands on my head and pulled my mouth onto his hard cock. He was chokin’ the b’Jesus outta me n’ I fuckin’ loved it. I looked up to see Taylor sittin’ next to Rusty with his arm around ‘em, just like me n’ Noah were before. I tried to catch a glimpse of his big ole’ dick, but it was all the way down Noah’s throat. Me n’ Noah, sucked those cocks with all we had until they both shot! Rusty came first (I took that as a victory), Taylor weren’t far behind, and he wasn’t quiet about it neither. His orgasm echoed around the pool room, he's damn lucky the building was empty.
After ever’buddy came n’ swallowed, we all sunk back into the hot tub. The next moment was awkward as yer momma walkin’ in on ya’ jerkin’ off, but then Taylor gave this smirk n’ said, “that was hot a fuck y’all!” and the four of us laughed. “I’m gonna sleep good tonight.” That got ridda’ the weirdness. Next thing y’all know, we were talkin’ n’ laughin’ again like nothin’ ever happened. We took one more dip in the pool, then put on our suits, said good night to Noah n’ Taylor and went back to our apartments.
I grabbed me n’ Rusty a coupla’ beers from the fridge, we sat on the couch and turned on the TV, then I asked, “what in the actual livin’ fuck happened?” Rusty burst out loud laughin’.
“I dunno, but gotdamn that was hot.” Rusty chuckled, “hail we need more couple friends.”
“Hail yeah we do” I said holdin’ up my beer bottle and clinkin’ it to his. Well, we watched TV a bit longer, then went to bed in my bed (Rusty been sleepin’ there most nights) … and fucked like rabbits. Hail, we were both rarin’ to go again and all horned up from the hot tub. I came three fuckin’ times that night. THREE! Then we slept like babies. When I finally got up on Sunday mornin’, Rusty was already outta bed. I heard music playin’ in the kitchen, n’ walked in t’ find Rusty bare-assed nekkid, bendin’ over puttin somethin’ in the oven. “What the hail y’all doin’?” I asked. He stood up and turned around, n’ I just started laughin’! He had on an apron, but other than that he was nekkid.
“I’m makin’ breakfast… I tried makin’ that breakfast fri-tatty or whatever the fuck it is that Colton always makes.”
“Ya’ mean a frittata?” I asked still chuckling.
“Yeah, that shit. Oh, and I proclaim t’day Nekkid Sunday!” Rusty said matter a’ fact-like. “No clothes in the apartment t’day.”
“Don’t Apron’s count as clothes?” I asked.
“Well, I aint burnin’ my naughty bits just t’ feed yer sorry ass” he said in a firm tone, then he dropped the Apron. “I won’t need it for another twenty minutes or so.”
We went into the livin’ room to watch TV while we waited for breakfast to cook. My phone rang, it was my sister Randi. Me n’ her had kept in touch since my visit home a while back, we were close. “Hey, girl. ‘Sup?”
“I just found out that my momma’s gonna call and invite you for Christmas. I wanted to give you a heads up.”
What the fuck? My stepmomma was the homophobe from hail, and couldn’t stand me. “Your momma?”
“Yeah, your daddy was gonna call but he told her it would be a nice gesture” she said with a laugh. “I figgered I’d warn you… oh… AND YOU’RE COMING!”
I got off the couch and walked into the kitchen for some privacy, “ya’ know I’m seein’ Rusty now.”
“Bring him with” Randi said. “Momma needs to get over herself.” I loved my step sister. She was a sweet, quiet little country girl… who’d beat the livin’ crap outta ya’ if ya’ pissed her off.
“I cain’t just bring ‘em home.”
“Why not? Everybody loves Rusty, he’s your friend. If Momma figures it out… well… good for her, I guess” Randi laughed. “Seriously, when she calls, just ask her if you can bring him. She won’t say no, she’s trying to put on a show and make nice with your daddy. Besides, she won’t have the guts to ask you if he’s your boyfriend.” Man, Randi was growin’ up. She didn’t give two fucks about what her momma thought. I didn’t say nothin’ in response. “You’re coming” Randi said. “And you’re bringing RayRay.”
“Day-um girl. You got bossy” I laughed back, we talked some more and she convinced me to go back to Kentucky for Christmas.
Once I agreed she just said, “I love you. See you at Christmas. Bye!” then hung up. It was then that I realized I’d been nekkid the whole time I was talkin’ to my sister. Yeah, I know she couldn’t see or nothin’, but it felt kinda weird. I mean, c’mon… that’s weird… right? Anyway, I went back t’ the livin’ room n’ told Rusty all about my call.
“We’re definitely goin’” Rusty said excitedly. “Man, Shirley with two homos at her dinner table…. Day-um, that’ll be fun!” So, this may sound a little strange, y’all, but at that moment things changed in my head. Me n’ Rusty was friends first, then roommates, then roommates with benefits, now… hail it was way more. Y’all aint got no idea’r what a bitch my stepmomma was… and for RayRay to step inta’ that shit for me with a smile on his scruffy face. Well, that fucker loved me. There weren’t no other explanation.
We hung out, ate the frittata Rusty made (it was purdy damn good too), and watched TV… nekkid. A coupla’ hours later, I got the call from Shirley. “Hello, Maverick. I hope all is well with you” she said. It was clear she was uncomfortable. “Um your daddy, I mean, I was, um… I mean we were… hopin’ you could join us for Christmas.” Dayum, she was havin’ a helluva a time invitin’ me. But she did it.
I coulda’ been an a-hole, but decided that if she could try, so could I. Afterall, this meant I got t’ spend Christmas at home with my family (even if it meant dealin’ with her). “That sounds very nice, Ma’am, thank you for the invitation” I said graciously. “I would be honored to join you.” Then I decided to take it to the next level, “would it be alright if my friend RayRay comes along? It’s a long drive to make alone, and he aint got nowhere to go for Christmas.” He was sittin’ right next to me with a grin on his face waitin’ for a reaction.
“Well of course RayRay is welcome,” Shirley said. My eyes went wide as I looked at Rusty n’ nodded. He smiled. That dumbass was actually smilin’ about the idea’r of spendin’ the Holidays with my stepmomma. I couldn’t help but smile back. After that Shirley put my daddy on the phone, and we talked for a short minute. Daddy aint much of a talker, the whole conversation was like:
“Hi son.”
“Hi Daddy.”
“You good, son?”
“Yeah Daddy. You good?
“Yep. Lookin’ forward to seein’ you and RayRay at Christmas.”
“Thanks, Daddy. Me too”
“G’bye son, see ya’ soon.”
“G’bye, Daddy.”
But before he hung up, he surprised me. He said somethin’ I aint heard from him since he married Shirley. He said, “love ya’, son.” I instinctively responded, “love ya’ too, Daddy” then we hung up. I meant it too. We had our differences and our spats over the years, but I loved him, besides, my real beef was with Shirley, not Daddy. He was just goin’ along with his wife tryin’ to keep the peace n’ make her happy.
I sat back down on the couch… nekkid… next t’ Rusty. We spent the rest of the day just hangin’ out and makin’ out. It was a purdy dayum good weekend.
To be continued…
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