RayRay’s Story
Me n’ Mav were wiped the hail out! My business was doin’ great and we were balls t’ the wall busy. I was so glad I hired Hugo… he could be an arrogant lil’ cuss, but he worked his ass off for me. He got there as soon as he could after his shift at BroMax, n’ stayed until the work was done… we typically finished between 7:00PM and 9:00 PM, but there were a coupla’ nights when we were there ‘til midnight, he just hadda’ be out by 10PM on the weekends, I don’t know fer what, but it aint my business. Anyway, it was Friday night about 10:00PM n’ we just finished taggin’ ever’thin’ we picked up on Friday, n’ baggin’ ever’thin that got cleaned n’ would get delivered on Monday’s route thanks to Mav jumpin’ in n’ helpin’ us too. That meant I actually got the whole weekend off. I should prolly tell y’all that I’d been workin’ seven days a week n’ Mav was pushin’ me to take a break, so he helped make it happen. (don’t mind my ramblin’, y’all. Mav says sometimes I talk just to hear myself… he aint wrong).
Anyway, all that t’ say it was late, n’ me n’ Mav just got home, n’ were checkin’ the mailbox when the lobby door flew open. Taylor n’ Noah came in laughin’ n’ smilin’. “Y’all are drunk” I said with a laugh.
“Nope, just happy as hell” Noah said, then gave Taylor a look with his eyebrows raised, Taylor nodded back at him, n’ Noah held his hand up in fronta’ him. He was wearin’ a ring, a damn nice ring. It was black n’ gold with a coupla’ diamonds.
“Did y’all get married?!” Mav asked with his eyes wide open and buggin’ outta his head.
Taylor barked back, “Engaged. Um, just engaged.” I had t’ laugh, he actually looked terrified when Mav said the word ‘married.’ I loved Taylor, he’s a good guy (n’ hot as summer asphalt), but Noah is patient as fuck… Taylor’d been avoidin’ commitment since before I knew him. But I give Noah credit, he stuck around n’ let Taylor be Taylor n’ do what he had a’ do to be ready.
“Congrats, Tay” I said shakin’ his hand wmhile Mav n’ Noah was talkin’ loud a few feet away. He looked like he was gonna be sick. “You okay?” I asked.
He smiled, “Yeah, I just can’t believe we’re going to do it.” I gave him an ‘are y’all sure?’ look. He smiled even wider. N’ said, “I am so sure about this.”
“I’m glad we ran into you guys tonight… we got other news too” Noah said.
“How about we go across the street for a celebratory drink” Taylor suggested. There was this little dive bar across from the buildin’, the four of us were kinda regulars there. I put the mail back in our mailbox n’ the four of us went across the street. Tay got us a pitcher a’ beer n’ poured four glasses.
“To Taylor n’ Noah” Maverick said holding up his glass for a toast. We all clinked glasses.
“Our lease is up in two months and we’re looking for a house” Noah said. He just blurted it out, changin’ the subject with no warnin’ or nothin’.
My face fell, “What? Y’all are movin’?” I said quietly. I mean, it aint like we were all besties or nothin’ like that, but we did hang some, n’ it was nice havin’ friends in the buildin’.
“Where are you moving to?” Mav asked in a much more friendly tone.
“I wanted the country; Taylor wanted a high rise condo… so we compromised on downtown Wilmington” Noah said as he pulled out his phone showing us his favorite listings. “We just started looking, I love this little bungalow, but…”
“No garage and no room for one. Sally gets a room too… nonnegotiable” Taylor said cuttin’ Noah off. Sally was Taylor’s Mustang; he was obsessive about her. It’s a long story… the car was his mother’s, his father gambled it away, Daddy James helped Taylor find it, buy it, n’ fix her up… she was beautiful, n’ Taylor basically saw her as part of his dead mother. It was kinda sweet.
“We’re looking at a bunch more tomorrow afternoon” Noah said after he rolled his eyes at Taylor. Then raised his voice, “They all have garages!” We all laughed at that, well, all ‘cept fer Taylor.
“What? My baby needs a home too” Taylor scoffed makin’ the rest of us laugh harder.
We hung out n’ drank with ‘em for a while, n’ played some pool n’ darts. I’d be lyin’ if I said we didn’t end up sloshin’ our way across the road, laughin’ n’ bein’ stupid drunk. I hadn’t been that shitfaced in a long time. Well, we dragged our drunk asses across the street, into the lobby, n’ then the elevator. Noah trapped Taylor into a corner n’ was almost sleepin’ on him with his head on his shoulder. Mav weren’t much better; I was holdin’ his drunk ass up. The elevator landed on our floor, we said goodnight, n’ got off. We staggered over to our apartment door. I fumbled with the keys n’ Beany was leanin’ against me. When the door finally opened, I fell onto the floor with my drunker n’ hail boyfriend (yeah, we was callin’ each other that now) on toppa’ me laughin’.
With his face basically touchin’ mine, Beany slurred, “I’m drunker n’ frickin’ hail n’ hornier n’ a hoot owl, but I think I got whiskey dick. Sooo, ya’all are gonna fuck me.” Then he kissed me, shovin’ his alcohol soaked tongue down my throat. I was too drunk t’ argue… he stunk and tasted like booze…. But hail, so did I so what the hail. We started makin’ out on the dayum floor. Mav was grindin’ his crotch inta’ mine, okay, yeah, he mighta’ had whiskey dick, but I was harder n’ runnin’ nekkid through a gotdamn burr patch!
Beany’s face was pressed hard against mine as he fumbled with his clothes n’ squirmed his way outta ‘em, then that drunk lil’ fucker started tuggin’ at my clothes n’ pullin; ‘em off me ‘til I was nekkid as the day my momma birthed me. There we were on the livin’ room floor, buck nekkid, Mav on toppa’ me, n’ grindin’ against my rigid cock… his whiskey dick seemed to be goin’ away as his cock started stiffenin’ up. He snaked his way down my body ‘til he was laying between my legs. His hot, boozy breath was warmin’ up my balls when I felt his wet tongue on ‘em. Gotdamn, he sucked ‘em into his mouth, swooshed ‘em around n’ used that tongue like a pro. He pulled off just enough to spit on my cock so he could slowly stroke me with his hand, then his mouth went back to work. Jesus fuck that boy was workin’ me, suckin’ n’ strokin’. I just lay there lovin’ the fuck outta it when, without no warnin’ he flipped around n’ sat his sweet ass on my face. “Get me ready, Rusty. Yer fuckin’ that hole tonight” he grumbled, his slur was done gone… that boy was soberin’ up on our sex.
I licked his taint before shovin’ my tongue into his musky pucker, he didn’t bother showerin’ after work n’ I was lovin’ the farm boy stank, reminded me of home. His sweat was pungent, mixed with a little bitta’ his body spray from his shower in the mornin’… just enough to take it from gross to fuckin’ hot. I dove in deep. I reached around to feel for his cock--- yup, the whiskey dick was gone and he was at full mast. His tongue felt amazin’ n’ I whimpered around his pole in ecstasy. We went on like that on the floor of our quiet apartment for a long time when Beany said, “Okay Rusty, it’s fuckin’ time.” Then that boy flipped around again n’ sat his sweet, tight ass on my pole… seriously, that lil’ cuss took it all the way down. It was like he just impaled himself on the damn thang n’ started ridin’ me. “Fuck yeah, Rusty. Hail yes!” he was groanin’ with his head thrown back while he was bouncin’ up n’ down on me. “I want that load up my ass, yer gonna breed me tonight, stud.” Okay y’all, it was hot as hail fire, but I was tryin’ not t’ laugh onaccounta that weren’t like Beany at all. He wasn’t drunk on booze no more; he was drunk on sex.
“Look at me” I said. He didn’t, so I said it just a little louder. He moaned n’ I reached around him to smack his ass with both hands just to get his attention. He looked down at me with this drunk, evil, ecstatic grin that told me he was enjoyin’ the fuck a’ his young life. I had t’ smile at that. “Stroke yourself” I growled, he complied without sayin’ nothin’. Gotdamn, that was somethin’ t’ see. Beany ridin’ my cock, drunk on sex, n’ strokin’ his beanpole t’ boot. If it weren’t for being pretty buzzed myself, I’d blown my wad right then n’ there. Beany bounced higher n’ harder, n’ moved faster.
“Imma’ shoot Rusty” He said with this voice that made it sound like he weren’t even in the room. “Imma’ shoot!” He bounced more furious than before, bringin’ me t’ the edge.
“Aim for my face, boy!” I commanded (n’ no. I aint got no idea why I called him boy, I just did). After a few more strokes he leaned forward, pullin’ off my cock (gotdammit, I was almost there) n’ splashin’ my face with his fresh seed. After he came, he sat on my abs n’ scooped his cum off my face n’ fed it to me. “You aint done yet, get yer skinny ass back on that cock” I commanded again. He grinned like the cat what ate the canary n’ sat back down on my hard as fuck cock. This time he moved n’ bounced until the job was done n’ his ass was properly plowed. “Fuck yeah!” I shouted (like really loud) as I shot my load up his ass. My whole body shook n’ shuttered, n’ I gave him all I had.
In a final move, Beany moved between my legs t’ lick me clean. When he was done, he took my softenin’ cock all the way in his mouth, buried his nose in my red pubes, n’ looked up to meet my eyes. Then with that shit eatin’ grin, he slowly pulled off me n’ let my dick plop out of his mouth. “Now that was a fuck” He said with a snicker.
After that we took a shower together, dried off, n’ went to bed buck nekkid. I spooned him, my soft cock happily parked in the crack of his little ass. It was a great sleep, n’ I stayed in bed later n’ usual because I didn’t have to work (thanks to Beany helpin’ out the day before). I was woke up by Beany’s phone.
“Hello? Yeah. When? Now? How big?” I could just hear his side a’ the call. “He talked for a little more, then agreed to somethin’ n’ hung up.
“What was that all about?” I asked.
“It was Craig.” Mav n’ Craig worked together at BroMax Farm. Craig lived with Max n’ Brody his senior year of high school, then moved back t’ St Louis n’ got some degree in horticulture before comin’ back to help Max on the farm. Mav was worried about workin’ with him at first, but it worked out great! Craig knew all about shit like when to till the soil, n’ when to rotate crops, n’ all that shit t’ maximize yield n’ stuff. But Mav knew how to till, n’ how to plant and harvest the crops, n’ all that. The two of ‘em made a great team n’ were pretty tight. “He agreed t’ help Che with some landscapin’ shit today, but he needs some help.”
“You goin’?”
“Yeah. I volunteered you too… we need some brawn” He said with a laugh before addin’, “Y’all can say no if ya’ want.”
I thought about it for a second then said, “Sure, why the hail not.” We pulled our clothes on, jumped into Old Blue (Mav’s truck that used to be Brody’s), n headed to Two Spirit Pond. When we pulled up, the place was jumpin’, “They havin’ a party?” I asked Maverick.
“I dunno” He shrugged before hoppin’ outta the truck. I jumped out too n’ we headed over to where Craig, Che, n’ River were workin’, Mac ran over to escort us. (that damn dawg loved ever’body). There were other people there too; two guys were out on the pond just floatin’ in the kayaks, n’ there were two other guys sittin’ on the deck of one of the tiny cabins sippin’ coffee and yellin’ out to the guys on the pond.
“Thanks for comin’, man” Che said as he gave us each a one-armed bro hug. “I thought dis shit would be easy.” There were half dozen trees sittin in pots, not saplin’s, a little bigger. “We’re plantin’ some trees around the cabins, the nursery dropped ‘em off yesterday. I dunno, I ordered older ones, but I didn’t expect em’ to be this fuckin’ huge.” Mav laughed, he already had his gloves off and was walkin’ towards Craig like they had some unspoken plan. River came over to join me n’ Che.
“Who are all these other people?” I asked.
“Our first Airbnb guests” River answered with a smile as Che walked over to help the other two guys. “Two gay couples from St Louis, very cool guys.” He told me all ‘bout ‘em while we were headed over to help the other guys who were movin’ the trees to where they wanted to plant ‘em.
I watched Mav go t’ work, day-um, it was impressive, he knew what the fuck he was doin’. He dug the first hole like it was nothin’, it was twice as wide n’ as deep as the root ball. Then he cut the twine off the burlap. N’ started tellin’ the rest of us what t’ do. We all followed his commands about how to move the tree and lower it inta’ the hole the right way. Craig backfilled the hole with dirt, N’ River pulled the hose over n’ watered it. Meanwhile, Che moved River’s truck near the tree, I grabbed a shovel, jumped in the back n’ shoveled some mulch on t’ the ground. The guys spread it around the tree.
“One down, five more t’ go” Che said. “Dayum, we got farther in twenty minutes den me n’ Riv did in three fuckin’ hours by ourselves.”
“Thanks for comin’ out, you guys” Riv added. “This shit would’ve taken us all weekend without you.” We all kept workin’, the sun was hot and getting’ to us… so it weren’t long before our shirts started comin’ off.
“Hell yes, take it off” Someone shouted, then there was whoopin’ n’ clappin’. Che n’ River’s guests were all on the pier cheering us on. “No one told us there was a gun show” One of ‘em yelled while the other’s laughed. We all laughed with ‘em n’ hammed it up by flexin’, n’ posin’ makin’ em whoop n’ holler even more. The guys came over n’ offered to help.
“Hail no, y’all are on vacation” Che said.
“So, is it rude if we just drink cocktails on the pier and watch?” One of the other guest asked with a laugh. N’ that’s what they did.
“We’re here to please our guests” River yelled back.
“Cocktails at 10AM? Damn, y’all are hardcore” Craig shouted to the guys, they all
“We’re on vacation, remember?” One of them shouted back as they all laughed n’ held up their drinks. For the rest of the mornin’, the four of ‘em just hung out enjoyin’ life at Two Spirit Pond while the rest of us finished the landscape project. I was impressed, y’all. Riv n’ Che created a place where gay couples felt free to be themselves, those guys were happy as pigs in shit. I kinda zoned out for a minutwe was thinkin’ how all of us were kinda barely makin’ it a coupla’ years ago, but we were all doin’ purdy damn well for ourselves now… thanks t’ The Village, and each other.
Well, when we were done with the project, Che threw some burgers on the grill n’ we just hung out. Eventually, River talked their four guests into hangin’ out with us. They stopped drinkin’ early n’ didn’t eat much; they were nice guys n’ fun to talk to.
One of the guys just blurted outta nowhere, “You guys should come to our show tonight! We can put you on the guest list.” The other three excitedly agreed n’ were all tryin’ t’ convince us.
“Show? What show” What the hell y’all talkin’ bout?” Che asked.
“Well, it’s more like a competition, than a show” Not really answerin’ the question, we all looked at ‘em with blank stares on our faces. The four guys just stared back at us with faces that said, ‘What the hail do you mean what show/ y’all know… THE SHOW!’ But we were still clueless.
Finally I said, “Guys, we aint got no clue what y’all are talkin’ ‘bout. What show?”
“We’re draaaaaaaaaaaaggggggg KaWeeeeeeeeeennnnnns!” The first guy shouted in an elongated, sing-songy voice as he bounced up off his chair, threw his hands in the air n’ wiggled his ass, then, as if they planned the whole thing, the other three struck dramatic poses… they were hilarious! I mean, day-um back where I come from, if a feller did somethin’ like that, he’d best be fixin’ to get his ass whooped. But these guys were fearless, and all of us loved it!
There was a warehouse dance club out in the middle a’ nowhere, not far from where we were, that hosted drag shows, dance contests, stripper nights (male n’ female), n’ such. We went there a few times; it was a fun place. The guys told us how the four of ‘em had an act n’ they would go to different events performin’. They were from St Lois n’ were here for the show but decided to turn it into a vacation weekend. Well, when Craig heard they were from St Louis (his hometown), the five of ‘em went off on a tangent about people n’ places, n’ Mardi Gras, etc. Craig was lovin’ the walk down memory lane n’ lit up like a damn forest fulla’ fireflies. When it was time for us all to go, n’ the guys to get ready, they made us to promise to go to the show, ‘n put us on the guest list.
We went back home to take a disco nap n’ change, n’ promised to meet the other guys at the show later. We weren’t really into the whole drag scene, but it sounded like a fun night out. We ran into Taylor n’ Noah in the lobby comin’ home from house huntin’, n’ invited ‘em to come with. Later that night we all met at the show; the place was packed… including a shitload a’ villagers. Craig decided to put out a group text n’ invite the whole gang… all the guys that were helpin’ out at Two Spirit earlier were there, plus Colton, Cayleb, Mason n’ Raj, and a buncha’ others… even freakin’ Max, Seth, Zach, n’ Brody got sitters for the night n’ came out with us. The place was loud n’ fun, we were all standin’ around, drinkin’, n’ watchin’ fabulous queen after fabulous queen perform ‘til “Twisted Mister Sisters” took the stage. The four guys freakin’ dominated the show. They were polished, in sync, and made up like I can’t even describe, so much gotdamn hair, makeup, and sequins… there is no way that them four beautiful, fierce ladies were the four guys we were hangin’ with earlier. They were the last act, n’ lip synced their first song, did a quick costume change n’ then actually sang their next number. They brought the house down… they knew how to work the crowd! When they saw our group they gave a shout out to Two Spirit Pond n’ told the audience about eatin’ burgers with “Shirtless muscle boys,” then pointed us out in the crowd n’, the next thing we knew ever’body was yellin’ for us to take it off… so we did!! We all got shirtless n’ the crowd went wild… hail guys was buyin’ us drinks all night long. Che n’ River’s phones were buzzin’ n’ lightin’ up with guys checkin’ out their listin’s for Two Spirit Pond. They even got a bookin’ that night.
After the contest (yeah, Twisted Mister Sisters won… they were awesome), all the drag queens were out circulatin’ around the club n’ collectin’ tips (yeah, we got a lotta’ attention with our muscles hangin’ out). I saw one a’ the other drag queens headed our way… she was on right before the guys. She was Hispanic, n’ her long, blond hair was beautiful against her brown skin. She wore a big ole’ cowboy hat n’ did a Dolly Parton tribute singin’ Nine To Five (a lot of the queens did Dolly tributes that night). Well, she made her way over to our group n’ I heard Cay growl under his breath, “Ho-lee-fuck!”
Then Seth said, “Wow. You look amazing.” The drag queen stood there in shock for a minute, b’fore turnin’ tail n’ runnin’ back to the dressing room.
Aw, hail! I did not see that one comin’.
To be continued…
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