Maverick’s Story
We was finally on the dayum plane to Kentucky, headin’ home for Christmas, I didn’t believe that Rusty was comin’ ‘til we got on the plane. It took a while to convince him that his business would still be there if he skipped a coupla’ days. The dry cleaner who was doin’ all his work was gonna be closed anyway, so it aint like he could get nothin’ done… all that heifer woulda’ done is sit home n’ obsess over losin’ damn business cus’ he was closed. He needed a dayum break! He’d been workin’ his ass off to get his business off the ground, it was payin’ off too. He signed up a buncha’ customers, his revenues was solid for a new business, n’ he was already buildin’ a reputation for himself n’ gettin’ five-star reviews online. I was dayum proud of him.
I was happy as hail he finally decided to come with me; I needed a buffer. My daddy had accepted me, my step siblins all loved me, the issue was my stepmomma, Shirley… she was ‘allowin’’ me to come for Christmas (her word). Like Rusty said, “well, she always was a bitch.” I never understood why my daddy married her, other than he was lonely n’ wanted a wife after momma died. The one thing good that came out his mess of a marriage was my step siblin’s… they was all awesome n’ I was excited to see ‘em all. I kept in touch with my sister Ronny n’ the others since my last surprise visit a coupla’ Christmas’s ago. Ronny was in college now n’ comin’ into her own, she went out t’ Boston for school n’ was flyin’ home for Christmas, we was meetin’ her at the airport. My two brothers n’ little sister were all still livin’ home, n’ excited we was comin’.
Rusty called his sister to tell er’ we’d be in town n’ she invited us over for dinner on Christmas Eve (well invited aint the right word. She told him if our asses weren’t there, she’d hunt him down like Kristi Noem huntin’ an illegal, Mexican puppy). So, we were stayin’ at her house on Christmas Eve, then spendin’ Christmas Day n’ night with my family. We also figured out that we were really close to Sams n’ Marcus, like barely two hours away, so we agreed to meet half way, share a hotel room, and hangout in Bowling Green the night after Christmas… we were really turnin’ this into a vacation.
“Hey, I’m glad y’all talked me inta’ this trip” Rusty said, breaking the silence as I read a book on my iPad.
“I’m happy as hail yer comin’, Maybe I won’t hafta punch Shirley if yer there.”
Rusty laughed, a real laugh from his gut, “It’s Christmas. I may just punch the old bitch for ya’” he said through his laughter. Then his tone changed and he said, “Y’all are thinkin’ bout this all wrong. If that old bitch Shirley woulda’ let you in the house a coupla’ years ago when you showed up at Christmas… you’da never dragged yer ass to the truck stop where I was workin’, and we prolly wouldn’t have got back in touch. Right?”
I thought about it, “yeah, prolly so.”
“So, that ole bitch did us a favor” he chuckled. “Maybe I’ll give her a big old kiss on the lips n’ tell her thanks for the Christmas gift.” I laughed out loud at that… he was such a damn goofball, he made life fun.
Ladies and gentlemen, as we start our descent into Lexington, Bluegrass Airport, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position. Make sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all carry-on luggage is stowed underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins. Thank you.” The flight attendant’s voice said over the speaker.
“Shit!” Rusty exclaimed. “I thought we had more time. I was gonna take y’all in the bathroom n’ join the mile high club!” I laughed again.
Well, the plane landed, we got off n’ went over t’ baggage claim. There was Ronny, waitin’ for us. She didn’t say nothin’, she just dropped her bags n’ hugged me. Then she n’ Rusty hugged, n’ we grabbed our bags, including the one with all the presents in it before headin’ over to the rental counter t’ get our car. Rusty drove n’ kinda zoned out while me n’ Ronny talked about ever’one n’ ever’thin’ in the family. She said my baby sister Lucy was doin’ good in school, n’ my brother RJ was on JV football (a big deal in our town), n’ my other brother, Bubba (yeah, ever’ redneck family gotta Bubba), was workin’ at the hardware store in town (the one RayRay used t’ live above) n’ gettin’ ready to graduate in the fall. He was applyin’ to colleges, Ronny said he applied t’ her school in Boston n’ hoped he ended up there because she missed him so much… I understood that; I missed my siblings every damn day. Me n’ Ronny talked the whole ride out to the farm, When we got there, the whole family ran out to greet us… even Shirley.
“Time t’ face the bitch” Rusty said under his breath before he opened the car door.
Ronny kicked the back of his seat as she started to get out, “hey, that’s my mom, show some respect” she said, “even if she is a bitch” she added jokingly makin’ Rusty snort. We all got outta the car n’ greeted the family. While we all hugged, Rusty got Ronny’s bags outta the back of the car, he grabbed the one with our presents for the family too.
My daddy gave me a hearty handshake, then he pulled me in for a bear hug, “I missed ya’ son. I’m glad yer home,” I knew he meant it.
“Thanks, Daddy. We’re goin’ to Rusty’s sisters t’night, but we’ll be back early tomorrow. To watch ever’body open presents” I said. We all entered the house, and I put all our gifts under the tree, While I was doin’ that, Shirley came over t’ help me.
“Thanks for havin’ us, Shirley” I said tryin’ to extend an olive branch.
“It was the right thing to do” she responded. Now, I dunno if that was a nice answer, or a shitty one, but I decided to be the grown up n’ take it as nice. My two brothers interrupted our ‘Hallmark moment’ by comin’ over and huggin’ me. Dayum, they both had growed up a lot… especially Bubba, damn, he was all bulked up and looked handsome as hail. RJ looked cute too, then in came Lucy. My baby sister was sweet as hail and held me so tight she was crushin’ me. We hung out with my family for about an hour, then said goodbye to ever’one tellin’ em we’d see them in the mornin’, then we headed over to Rusty’s sister Debbie’s house.
As soon as we got back in the car, Rusty blurted out, “day-um, Bubba grew up hot as hail.”
He wasn’t wrong but… “that’s my brother, dude!”
“Well, he aint mine… so, day-um” Rusty said with a chuckle, a grin, n’ a head shake. “He’s hot as hail, Beany!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, still my brother.” I said n’ changed the subject to our night with his sister’s family.
“It’ll be Debbie, her husband Dave, and their two kids, Benny three n’ a half, and Lili 2 n’ a half” he said giving me a refresher course on his family. I’d seen the kids on facetime, I liked the way they made Rusty light up.
“You aint seen the kids in like two years, right?” I asked.
“Yep, other than our facetime calls and the videos she sends all the time, they’re cute as hail, and a shitload of fun. I can’t wait to see em’.” He shipped them a buncha toys n’ other shit before we left. He was strugglin’ to get the business goin’, but he scraped the money together so they’d have stuff under the tree from Uncle Rusty.
We pulled up to his sister’s house, it was a cute old Craftsman style house near downtown. His brother in-law was out in the yard adjustin’ some Christmas lights or somethin’, “Uncle Rusty!” He bellowed. He was a typical Kentucky, corn fed country boy covered in flannel with a ballcap on his head, he was hot as fuck, kinda looked like the Brawny paper towels guy. He came over and embraced Rusty in a bro-hold like a long lost friend. Then, he took off his glove and held out his hand, “And y’all must be Uncle Beany, I’ve heard a lot about ya’, it’s damn nice to put a face with the name.” I shook his hand and returned the sentiment… ‘Uncle Beany?’ I thought to myself as I shot Rusty a look… he totally set that up n’ was grinning like a fox in the henhouse. He thought he was pretty damn funny. “ever’ones in the kitchen makin’ gingerbread men. The kids have been waitin’ for you guys forever… we better get in there” he said leading the way to the side door n’ we entered the kitchen.
“Hey y’all” Rusty said as he dropped his bags.
“UNCLE WUSTY!!!!!!!” Benny yelled as he jumped off his chair and ran to jump into his uncle’s arms. Lili was right behind him and clung to his knees.
His sister wiped her hands on her apron, came over to me, and gave me a welcomin’ hug, “Beany, what’s it been, like five years. You look so good” she said sweetly. I hadn’t seen her since we was in high school. I never knew her all that well, but she was always nice to me when we were younger. “I’m so glad you guys are here… I hope you can handle the attention of two over-excited kids on Christmas Eve.” Thanks to The Village, I was used to over-excited kids.
“Thank you for having us” I said in my most polite voice. “Well, Rusty loves ya’ so we love ya’” she said. That caught me a little off guard, I mean, like yeah, I love Rusty, I think maybe we said it to each other… maybe. Did we? I dunno. We kinda went from buddies to a couple, n’ I didn’t really think about it much. But hail, I guess we kinda fell in love n’ became family without even knowin’ it. Well, we sat at the table and decorated gingerbread men with the kids… It was a lotta fun. Rusty and his sister talked and caught up on stuff while we all covered cookies with frosting and sprinkles. She asked him a b’zillion questions about his business… he down played everything, but I made a big deal of it. He was doin’ great and deserve credit, he’d never toot his own horn… so I did it, dammit. Later, we all sat down to an amazin’ prime rib dinner with all the fixin’s, it was Debbie and Dave’s Christmas Eve tradition. After Dinner, we all exchanged gifts. Santa wouldn’t come until the next morning, but the family opened their personal gifts to each other on Christmas Eve. Dave gave a present to Lili, and one to Benny, and read the tags out loud. “These are from Uncle Rusty and Uncle Beany.”
I was sittin’ next to Rusty on the couch, he had his hand on my knee, I turned to look at him, he just smiled and squeezed my knee. That son’bitch put my name on all his gifts, I had no clue. He told me later that the only reason he could afford gifts is cuz’ I was helpin’ him with rent and other stuff while he got his business goin’. He didn’t have to do that, but it was nice. Benny opened his gift from us, it was a van almost exactly like the one Rusty used for his business. “Thanks Uncle Rusty and Uncle Beany” Benny yelled from under the tree. Okay, y’all. It was a little strange, I wasn’t there all that long, but I felt like family… like a real uncle. It was purdy f’n cool. Rusty (well, we I guess) gave Lili a cool little kitchen, she’d been beggin’ for, I guess. Both kids were happy as hell. There were some more gifts under the tree for the kids from other relatives, Even a couple for me (me n’ rusty were broke from the trip so we agreed no gifts for each other). It was early evening when the doorbell rang.
Debbie and Dave were under the tree helpin’ the kids open gifts, so Rusty jumped up, “I’ll get it!” He was gone for a hot minute and then came back into the room with two old, vaguely familiar faces… his parents (I only met m’ a few times when we was in high school). He wasn’t in touch with em’ at all since he came out to them and they kicked him out. His sister had told us that they asked about him once in a while n’ she kept them up to date on him, but there weren’t no contact. They walked in with a couple of gifts for the kids n’ seemed a little uncomfortable when they saw us there. We put their gifts under the tree for them while they greeted everyone, his mother said hello to me, and his father shook my hand… they were cordial, but kinda cold. The kids barely even acknowledged them, it was really weird.
No one mentioned the rainbow elephant in the room… you know, them kicking their gay son out of the house and not talking to him for over two years. Like I said, it was weird, they didn’t say much, n’ when they talked to us, it was like they had just met us for the first time, no “How have you been son?” “You look good son.” “I hear you have your own business, how’s that goin’, son?” “Are you happy son?” None of that, not a single pleasantry. They just sat there quietly watching their grandkids open their gifts. They stayed about a half hour, then said a quiet ‘Merry Christmas’ n’ left. Like I said, it was gotdamn weird.
“I had no idea they were coming over; I swear I woulda’ warned ya;” Debbie said apologetically as soon as the door shut behind them.
“Y’all can see me, right?” Rusty joked. “I felt invisible, like I weren’t even in the gotdamn room.”
“Language!” Debbie warned as she gave a nod to the kids. After that quick exchange we took the kids up to their rooms. They wanted Uncle Rusty and Uncle Beany to tuck em’ in. so we did. Lili passed out almost instantly, and Benny made us read him ‘The Night Before Christmas’ three damn times! First Rusty read it, then me, then both of us t’gether. Benny didn’t want us to go. He was so damn cute.
Once the kids were down for the night, the four adults had some eggnog, put the gifts from Santa under the tree, n’ talked about his parents surprise visit. Debbie felt horrible about the situation n’ kept apologizin’. It aint her fault their parents are assholes… right? At the end of it all Rusty just shrugged n’ said, “I got bigger fish t’ fry. I got y’all, that’s all the family I need.” He had written his parents off a while ago, n’ really seemed fine with it. It was a weird dynamic.
At the end of the night, we went up to the spare bedroom and got into bed in our sweats. Rusty n’ me slept together all the time, but that night he cuddled me, he aint never done that before. Well, cuddlin’ led to kissin’, kissin’ led to gropin’, n’ gropin’ led to us nekkid, n’ me on toppa’ him in a 69 with his cock down my throat and his orange pubes ticklin’ my dayum nose. He smelled a little musky from all that travlin’, but I could still smell his soap and body spray, the combo was hot as hail. I was deepthroatin’ his big, white candy cane just like I did for the first time two years ago in his apartment above the hardware store… man we’d come a long way. While I was chokin’ on his Christmas stick, he was tonguing the hail outta my musky hole. The house was old n’ our room was close to everybody else’s so I did my best to keep quiet as I swallowed him deep and pushed my ass down on his tongue. Fuck, I loved sex with Rusty. His tongue in my ass was makin’ me hot n’ horny as F. U. C. K! I worked that cock like there weren’t no tomorra’, I took him deep until I gagged, then used my throat slime to jack him off. Over n’ over my mouth n’ hand made him moan inta’ my ass. Dayum, it felt freakin’ perfect. After a while of that, he took my cock down his throat, we were in the perfect 69. I was pumpin’ down his throat, he was pumpin’ up into mine… faster and harder, makin’ the bed creak. Rusty pulled off my cock, “Get on the floor, Beany.”
We moved our performance to the floor n’ switched positions. I was on my back with his cock down my throat, his orange dusted balls smackin’ my face and his perfect, pale ass cheeks in my site. We pounded each other’s throats hard and relentlessly until we both came with a quiet grunt. After pantin’ for a while, we got up off the floor, pulled our sweats back on, got inta’ bed, n’ kissed. We swapped cum, gotdamn it was hot. We ended up layin’ face to face n’ Rusty said, “I’m so gotdamn happy you found me that night.” Then he said it. “I love you, Beany.”
Well, that was a gotdamn Christmas miracle. He said, ‘I love you, Beany.’ Yeah, I loved him, I figgered he loved me, but he never just looked at me n’ said it like that. But it felt right. Damn right.
“I love you too, Rusty” I said without hesitation or regret. It came naturally, n’ he fell asleep with a gigantic smile on his face. Oh hail, we both fell asleep with smiles on our faces. I slept great! Well, until about 5AM when two Santa lovin’ kids jumped into bed and woke our asses up.
“He came, he came!!!!” They were both yellin’. They pulled us outta bed n’ dragged us down the old steps into the living room where Debbie and Dave were waitin’ for us.
They handed us each a cup of hot chocolate and we sat down and watched the kids open their presents from Santa, n’ just enjoyin’ bein’ part of the Christmas magic. There were even a couple under there for me n’ Rusty. I felt like I had a whole new family. Family?! Oh shit! “Hey, what time is it” I asked.
“It’s 6:30” Dave offered.
“Oh, sh…” I started to say shit but caught myself in front of the yung un’s. “Crud, I told my family we’d be there by 7:00 to watch my baby sister open her gifts.” Everyone was disappointed that we had to go, but they all understood. We ran around gettin’ all our stuff together, hugged everyone goodbye and promised we’d come back and visit before we went back to North Carolina. We both hated to leave.
About ten minutes later I found myself sittin’ in the car at the end of the long driveway of the house that built me. Just like I had done a coupla’ years ago in The Village’s (stolen) old green Beetle, but this time I had an invite, n’ Rusty with me. We drove up the drive, grabbed our shit, n’ walked up the porch to the front door. Last time I did that, the door got slammed in my face, this time I didn’t even have to knock… the door flew open, my little sister Lucy gave me a hug, and pulled me into the living room. “We waited for you! Look, Santa came!” Lucy was so excited, I had t’ get excited too!
I was surrounded by my family with Rusty at my side. It felt good to be home.
be continued…
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I hope you’re all enjoying the holidays. If you want a refresher of the Christmas when Beany (AKA Maverick) and Rusty (AKA RayRay) reunited go to chapters 36 and 37 of The Village.
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