Maverick’s Story
“The herbs you planted in the greenhouse while I was gone are already sprouting. We really need the sage. Good job” Craig said. I took the initiative to plant a bunch of stuff while he was gone so the place would be in good shape when he got back. I’d been workin’ under him at BroMax for over year. He was (kind of) a Villager like me… technically, he was a villager before The Village even existed. He used to live with Max and Brody, then left to go to horticulture school and came back to run the herb farm after graduation. I’d already been workin’ there for a while when he came back. Honestly, at first, I was pissed off that Max hired someone above me. I grew up on a damn farm, I knew this shit like the back of my hand, I didn’t need no boss. I knew how to work a farm. Period. But it didn’t take long to learn that yeah, I knew how to work a farm, but Craig knew how to run one. He knew all about cultivatin’, rotatin’, and managin’ crops, to maximize yield, all that stuff… so, okay, fine. I was wrong. He knew his shit. Plus, we’d taken on more acreage and added a second greenhouse, it was way too much for one person; Craig had us running like a well-oiled machine… it took me a couple of months to finally admit it, but I gotta give credit where it’s due; Craig knew his shit and there was a lot I could learn a lot from him. I even said that to Max in my performance review… he just gave me a ‘see I told y’all’ smirk.
I appreciated the pat on the back from Craig. “Thanks, man. I think it’s all comin’ up nice. I wanted to get as much stuff growin’ inside before it got too cold outside.”
“Well, we harvested a lot over the summer, if my math is right, we should be able to grow enough in the greenhouses to sustain candle production through the winter” Craig said as he walked the long rows of the greenhouse inspectin’ the plants and makin’ sure everything was getting’ hit from the irrigation system. Most of our crops were used for candle scent production, some were dried and sold as spices online and in the BroMax factory retail shop, but that was a small percentage. And by the way, there was no way his math wasn’t right. Craig was smart as hail and knew what he was doin’. I spent a couple more hours in the greenhouse tendin’ to the stuff on his list, he was the planner, I was the doer… we made a purdy good team. “So, how’s RayRay doing?” he asked. Me and RayRay weren’t a couple but we did everythin’ together and people treated us like one. Don’t go gettin’ me wrong, we had had our moments; our friendship had grown and changed over the years; Seth says we “evolved.” Anyway, started out as casual friends when we were growing up, became fuck buddies when I went home to visit my family a coupla’ Christmas’s ago, now we’re roommates and best friends (with occasional benefits. Hail we even tag-teamed guys a coupla times. RayRay is fun as a dizzy puppy to play with).
Honestly, my life was purdy damn good! I loved my job, I loved my life, I loved livin’ with RayRay… shit-fire considerin’ where I started, I was livin’ the damn dream. I left home when I was seventeen, my mom died when I was young and Daddy remarried. Well, when my stepmomma learnt I was gay, she didn’t want me around her kids (I loved my stepbrothers and stepsisters) and made my life a livin’ hail. So, I just got on a bus and left. I made it to Raleigh North Carolina; met some guy and the next thing I knew we were movin’ to Wilmington. We got an apartment, but couldn’t find jobs and didn’t pay the rent, so a coupla’ months later we were homeless and the guy took off… I didn’t really care, I wasn’t really inta’ him anyway, I guess he was just a way out of my bad situation. But there I was, homeless and on my own, I tried to find a job but I didn’t have much schoolin’ so I didn’t have no luck. I was sleepin’ wherever I could, I ended up findin’ a nice, warm safe place under the deck of a shuttered beach house… only problem was a raccoon found it first and he didn’t take kindly to havin’ a bunkmate and bit me. I ended up in the Emergency Room, and that’s when my life changed. The ER Dr, Terrance, put me in touch with The Village. At first, I didn’t trust ‘em, it was all too perfect, all these (hot) guys rallying around me to help. I mean, they had an answer for everything… it felt like a damn cult. But those guys came through for me! They got me medical care, got me a job, got me a place to live, and through all of it they treated me with respect. I moved into Harrington House near the holidays and even though ever’body treated me kinder than a new puppy, I got lonely at Christmas. So, I, um, “borrowed” the little green Beetle that The Village lets the guys use and headed home to Kentucky. That’s a whole other story*, so short version: Went home, stepmomma answered the door and shooed me away. I went to a diner at a truck stop, the only place open on Christmas and ran into my friend from high school, RayRay. He was workin’ there so I hung out with him. My sister Ronny was looking out her bedroom window and saw my stepmomma shoo me away from the house and came looking for me… since ever’place else was closed… she found me purdy easily. We reunited, me and Ray Ray joined my family for Christmas dinner. RayRay ended up movin’ to Wilmington n’ we got an apartment together. So, now ya’ know me. I’m Maverick. Hi, y’all.
“RayRay’s good” I said answering Craig’s question. “He got a raise at the dry cleaners and wants to go out tonight.” RayRay worked his ass off (we both did), but that boy liked to party.
“On a Wednesday night?” Craig asked like a damn old man makin’ me laugh.
“Yeah, on a Wednesday night, Pawpaw. Don’t worry, I’ll be up and ready to work in the morning’.” That, made Craig laugh. We led totally different lives, he was the quiet, homebody type, and I liked to work hard and play harder. But he knew he could rely on me. We kep’ talking for a while, and before I knew it, the day flew by faster n’ my cousin Critter’s old 1970 Chevelle with the 454 V-8 under the hood, and it was quitin’ time. I jumped in Old Blue (that’s my pickup) and headed home. I called RayRay on the way, he said he’s pick up a bucket from the Colonel, the night was already shapin’ up.
RayRay beat me home. I parked next to his old pickup and headed up to our apartment. I passed Taylor who was on his way out carryin’ his massage table. He had a great job sellin’ cars, but he was doin’ massage on the side… I’m sure he was makin’ bank (Damn, he’s hot as hail-fire who wouldn’t pay to have him touch ‘em). I made it up to our place where I found RayRay already sprawled out on the couch in his boxers watchin’ TV and eatin’ chicken. “Chicken’s on the counter, Beanie” he said as he bit into a drumstick. Beany was my nickname growin’ up… they called me that cuz’ I was skinny as a beanpole.
“Thanks for waitin’ for me, Rusty” I snarked back. Rusty was his nickname growin’ up onaccounta his red hair, freckles, and all… he looked like he was rustin’ away.
Rusty laughed, “what, ya think I’m yer damn wife? You expectin’ dinner on the table with cloth napkins n’ shit? Yer lucky I left ya’ some dam chicken.” Me n’ Rusty had a great relationship. We had the same sense of humor, gave each other a lot of shit, but we were always there for each other. Always. I stripped down to my boxers, grabbed a plate a’ chicken and plopped on the couch next to him. We ate and watched TV until it was time to hit the club, then we got up showered and got ready. Wednesday night was country night at this bar ‘bout a mile away. Technically, it wasn’t a gay bar, but it was fulla’ gay guys, and I swear all the “straight” cowboys were less than a sixpack away from switchin’ teams… it was a fun place.
Me n’ Rusty were both wearin’ flannel and tight jeans. I gotta admit, Rusty looked good… day-um good. He was just a redheaded nerd when we were growin’ up, but he filled out real good. His curly red hair fell out of his ballcap with the curved brim, and his green eyes shined. His plaid, flannel shirt was unbuttoned so you could see the T-top underneath, his jeans looked painted on and could not hide his massive dong (yeah, RayRay was hung), he wore his old boots more for function than fashion, but he rocked ‘em. Like I said… he looked day-um good.
Me? I was dressed purdy similar but his flannel was red plaid and mine was green plaid. I was real skinny growin’ up… scrawny even. But I had put on some weight and built some muscle tone from working on the farm and workin’ out with Rusty and Taylor at the gym in our buildin’ a coupla’ days a week. Ya’ know, I looked day-um good too. My brunette curls were spillin’ out the sides of my old ballcap like RayRay’s did. The two of us looked like a couple of straight rednecks… we were just a coupla’ good ole farm boys that liked boys. That got us a lot of attention (from guys and gals). We locked up the apartment, jumped in Old Blue, and headed out to the country bar. Hail, we barely had our boots outta the pickup and on the ground when the catcalls started… we were in our element. We walked inta’ the bar and bellied up, some girls bought our first beers (they were barkin’ up the wrong trees, I kinda felt bad for ‘em). All night long guys (and gals) were hangin’ on us, line dancin’ with us, playin’ pool with us, and buyin’ us drinks. We had our pick a’ the litter, there were a lotta cute guys, but it was a little weird... like I’d be talkin’ to some hot guy n’ I’d see Rusty over his shoulder talkin’ to another guy and think to myself, ‘gotdamn he looks hot!’ What the hell was that about? Right, y’all? We were just friends, and we were both hittin’ on other guys. But guess where my formerly-scrawny ass ended up. Yup. Makin’ out with Rusty in the bathroom stall. I mean it wasn’t like we didn’t do stuff before… we played around a lot. But that was when we were both home and horny, or had another guy with us… not when we were surrounded by hot guys who wanted us. I dunno, it was different that night, I cain’t explain it… like, okay, there we were, surrounded by hot guys who were just our type, we had our damn pick! And who did we choose? Each other.
We were makin’ out; my hands were under his tank top pinchin’ his nipples and his were tryin’ to snake inta’ my tight jeans. I moved my way down, unzipped his jeans and let his red rocket loose. Lemme tell ya’, that thang was hard as hail, and ready to launch! Rusty was leanin’ on the stall wall and wriggled his jeans down a touch so he could let it all hang out. I grabbed it tight at the base and looked up inta’ his green eyes… that fucker just grinned at me like the cat what just ate the canary. I couldn’t help but smile as I licked him taint to tip all the while lookin’ in his eyes. I had to break our gaze when it came time to take him in my mouth… well at least as much of him as I could… damn he was big. Seriously, that thang was like nine or ten inches long and so wide that my thumb and forefinger couldn’t touch each other. The crowning glory was the orange pubic patch at the base of it. I dunno know why they call ‘em redheads, It was more like orange… whatever the hail color it was, it was hot as HAIL! This weren’t my first rodeo with Rusty, I knew what I was getting’ inta’, but it was always a struggle to take that fatted calf all the way down, but I aint nothin’ if I aint determined. I took him in my warm mouth and struggled to get the head past my teeth, but I did it. Then I slowly forced another inch in, then another. That was about as far as I took it the first time, we were together, but lemme tell ya’ I tried my damnedest to take more every time we played… that night was my personal best! I didn’t bury my nostrils in his orange pubes or nothin’ like that, but I got close… damn close. I choked, sputtered, and gagged while Rusty held my head down… he knew I never walked away from a challenge. My mouth slime was drippin’ out the sides of my over-stuffed mouth and down his big pole; I stroked the part I couldn’t swallow. I eventually pulled off him and locked my lips on the side of his shaft, movin’ my mouth from the tip down to his nuts, then back up the other side., I did that over and over, then I took him in my mouth again. I licked and sucked and stroked while my free hand massaged his balls, then I got bold and inserted a spit-slicked finger in his hole without warning. That’s when Rusty took his hands off the top of my head and pulled me up by my shoulders. He kissed me hard on the lips and whispered, “let’s take this home to the bedroom, Bud.” We pulled up our pants, buckled our belts, then stepped out of the stall, and checked ourselves in the mirror… damn we looked hot together. We ran outta’ that bar faster n’ a fox raidin’ a chickencoop, and jumped in Old Blue. “You good to drive?” Rusty asked.
“Yep, I only had two beers and I danced most of it off.” We made it home safely. We both played it cool as we calmly made our way up to our place, nothin’ to see here, just a couple of buddies out on a Wednesday night. If anybody saw us, they prolly wouldn’t even suspect that my underwear was slimy with pre-cum and I was hard as a gotdang rock. Rusty unlocked the door to our apartment, then disappeared into his bathroom, I could hear him pissin’ the beer away. I went into my bathroom and did the same. I was just finishin’ up by shakin’ the snake when the door opened and Rusty came up behind me and put his strong arms around me. I was damn lucky I was done drainin’ myself because there’s no way I could’ve pee’d with him standin’ there.
“So, where were we?” He whispered in my ear, makin’ me shiver like a wet dog in December.
“You were about to suck my cock” I said quietly with a smirk.
“Was I now?” he asked with a smirk as I turned around and he dropped to his knees.
“Yep” was all I said. The next thing I knew, my jeans were at my ankles and Rusty’s sexy lips were wrapped around Little Beany. Gotdamn, it felt good! He had me at the edge of the cliff ready to jump off when he came up for air and said, “we didn’t come home to have sex in a bathroom, c’mon” then he pulled me by the hand to his bedroom, I shucked my jeans along the way n’ looked like Winnie the gotdamn Pooh with no pants on. Rusty thought that was hilarious, he laughed then threw my little body onto his unmade bed n’ jumped on top a’ me. Ya’ know, me n’ Rust had lived together goin’ on two years (I think), and I’d only been in his room a coupla’ times. It smelled different from the rest of the apartment… manly, but clean, with a little hint of body spray… hail it smelled like him! We were neckin’ like a coupla teenagers in the back a’ their daddy’s pickup, his jeans chafed my rock-hard dick when he grinded up against it, so I made him take his pants off. “What the hail, let’s get nekkid” I said and we both stripped completely down. We were both sweaty from dancing’ we smelled like man musk mixed with soap and body spray from our earlier showers… man sex!
I was smaller but I took control. With Rusty on his back n’ me on top we went into a sixty-nine to end all sixty nines’… let’s call it a 138 because it was twice as frickin’ good as any 69 I ever had!!! Gotdamn he was huge, but I was determined to take him down my throat… all the way down. I pushed myself until I was gaggin’ and sputterin’, I used the thick spit to lube him up and jack him off while I sucked him off. Meanwhile, he was eatin’ the hail outta my hole. I mean seriously dinin’ at my crack like it was an Old Country Buffet. Holy frick! His tongue was so deep inside me n’ it felt freaking awesome. I was pushin’ my tiny ass against his face while I was suckin’ on his one eye swamp monster. I was in heaven until a wave of dread came over me. Okay now, I told y’all we were friends with benefits, we played together and with other guys; by playin’ I meant the occasional BJ or jackin’ off together, we even fucked a couple of guys together. But we aint never, and I mean never ever fucked each other. Ever! Was he expectin’ to shove that thang up my ass? Oh, HAIL no! With an achin’ jaw, I kept slobberin’ and suckin’ but the anxiety was getting’ to me. I wanted to say somethin’ but I didn’t wanna ruin it, I was havin’ too much fun. Well, before I could freak out too bad, Rusty pulled his tongue outta my asshole and asked, “Will you fuck me?” No sweeter words have ever been spoken.
I barely got his hog outta my mouth when I yelled, “aw, hail yes!” Rusty laughed out loud at that.
“You thought I wanted to fuck ya’ didn’t ya’?” He asked as he chuckled.
“Yep, and lemme tell ya’, there’s two places that prized hog aint goin’… to the county fair, n’ up my ass!” I spouted off makin’ him laugh again. Then I moved in between his legs, got inta’ position and said, “now raise your ankles to Jesus” n’ we both laughed. I swear the two of us were havin’ so much fun. Rusty pulled his knees to his chest; I spit on my dwarfed, but average-sized dick and entered my best friend. I was about to push in but stopped. Shit, this could change ever’thing. This wasn’t just crossin’ the friendship line, this was pole-vaultin’ over it. “Hey RayRay, you sure ‘bout this?” I asked looking him in the eyes when I did.
“Yeah, fuck me, Beany.”
“You sure, I mean this could change everything.”
“This won’t change nothin’, yer like my brother” he said with sincerity.
“Ew, don’t say crap like that” I winced back.
“Like what?” He was looking at me with this WTF look on his face.
“Like we’re brothers right when I’m about to put my dick up yer ass,” we both chuckled.
“Like the Henderson boys” RayRay said and we both burst out loud laughin’. The Henderson boys went to our high school, they were twins and ever’body said they were fuckin’ each other. I dunno if it was true or not, but hail, it was Kentucky, so yeah, they prolly were. After the laughin’ stopped, I asked him one more time if he was sure, then we both took a deep breath, locked eyes, and I pushed my way in.
“Ow” Rusty whispered and put his hand on my abs, “hold up.” The head was in n’ his asshole was squeezin’ it. Day-um! “Okay now, but go slow. I aint never been fucked before.” I pushed in slowly, loving every dayum second of it. We were looking at each other, eyes locked, making sure the other was good… yep, we were both good. “Okay, now fuck me, beany” I obliged. Slowly at first, in n’ out, Rusty stroked himself while I bred him. I looked down n’ saw my dick goin’ in and outta him, his hand stroking his huge slab of grade A prime beef, n’ his red pubes shinin’ in the little bit a’ light comin’ in. It was hot as hail fire itself. I kinda lost control and started fucking him harder and faster… but he weren’t complainin’, he stroked himself along with me. “I’m cummin’ beany, I’m gonna shoot, fuck!” RayRay moaned as he shot ropes of cum ever’where. My face, his face, both our chests… ever-freakin’-where. I told ya’ we played together before, n’ one thing I can say for sure is I aint ever seen anyone shoot like Rusty. His sphincter grabbed me tight and milked me for all I was worth.
I fucked him harder and faster until I shot my load right inside his freckled ass with nothin’ but a grunt as warning. I dropped on top a’ him and just lay there… it’s like cum and sweat glued us together. We stayed like that for a bit, then got up and showered… him in his shower, me in mine.
When I came out of the bathroom, he was sittin’ there wrapped in a towel eatin’ the leftover KFC. I grabbed a piece and sat there with him on the couch…. Eventually we lost the towels and were sittin’ there nekkid, eatin’ chicken… things seemed the same to me. I just hoped it wasn’t a big mistake.
To be continued…
*For more of Maverick’s (AKA Beany’s) story check out The Village 24, and The Village 37 – the chapter where we meet RayRay (Rusty)
