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TALES FROM THE RANCH Copyrightc 2002 by Tulsa Driller 7. All rights reserved.
This is a story of men who have two common interests. You will see that they love the land where they live and work, but it is also the story of young men who love other men and their coming of age in a culture of prejudice and misunderstanding. It is a story, which deals with difficult and often disturbing issues but, nonetheless, issues which must be confronted in today's world.
This is a work of fiction and in no way draws on the lives of any specific person or persons. Any similarity to actual persons or events is entirely coincidental. This work is copyrightedc by the author and may not be reproduced in any form without the specific written permission of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the terms of their submission agreement but it may not be copied or archived on any other site without the written permission of the author.
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Tales from the Ranch Chapter 11: Into the Weekend
Friday morning Dale awoke again just before 6 a.m. Craig had moved the alarm clock to the side of the bed Dale slept on. This morning Craig was spooned against Dale's back. He could feel his hard cock between his cheeks and wondered if there was still enough lubrication that he could impale himself on Craig's cock. He moved himself slightly to see if he could get into a better position for what he wanted to happen. His movements caused Craig to awaken.
Dale heard, "Mornin' Lover," then felt Craig's wet tongue behind his left ear. That caused him to bounce up a little. At the same time Craig thrust his cock against Dale. He must have been situated in the right position because he felt his cockhead breech Dale's sphincter muscle. They both groaned as Craig easily slipped in.
Craig heard Dale mumble, "You feel so good."
"Mmnn. so do you," as he reached around with his left hand to wrap it around Dale's dick, which was fully stiff.
Dale pushed himself back on Craig's erection which caused his loose foreskin to slide up on his own cock. They quickly established a rhythm. They each needed to pee, but not so badly that they were uncomfortable with what they were doing.
Dale managed to roll his head around so they could share a kiss. Not the most comfortable position, but their tongues could touch the others. He was beginning to ooze precum and Craig was using it to lubricate his cock. He pulled his mouth away so he could whisper; "Let me roll on my back so you can deep-dick me."
Craig broke their connection and started to move into a position between Dale's legs as he rolled on his back. Craig thought his lover was the most wonderful sight his eyes had ever seen. He pulled his pillow down to fold it in half and scooted it under Dale as he rose up slightly.
Dale pulled his legs up and Craig reentered him. "Ahhmmn, that feels a lot better," he said. They joined their mouths, trying to bury their tongues in each other. 'No morning breath,' Dale thought.
Craig was unable to hold Dale's cock as he started thrusting, but there was enough precum and Dale's loose foreskin allowed his dick to be rubbed by Craig's stomach. 'Oh. that felt good!'
There wasn't any effort to hold off a climax by either. This was morning sex and they each had a schedule to keep. This was just pure raw sex and lust. Their hands and mouths were all over the other. Craig felt himself getting the tingle and then immediately he could feel the cum rising in his cock. He drove himself deep and Dale started emptying himself at the same time. Neither could believe that they had successfully reached a mutual orgasm each time they had done this.
They lay there for a few minutes, enjoying the dying sensations of terrific sex.
Dale whispered, "I love you and the way you make me feel."
Craig returned, "And I love you too, Babe. I love to be in you and have you in me. We are good together."
They were a mess and the sheets were wet in places and had dried cum on them in others. Craig wondered if he should wash them before Mrs. Hopkins was there again. At the rate they were going, the bed was going to need to be changed everyday. Not that he had any objection, he grinned to himself.
Dale was standing by the bed and headed to the bathroom before he dripped on the carpet. He saw Craig grinning. "Wha." he started to ask.
Craig laughed. "Was just thinking that my sheets are in the same condition we left yours the other morning. I'm trying to decide if I should wash them myself or let Mrs. Hopkins do it. Dale joined in the laughter.
"She might wonder why all of a sudden your sheets were crusty, like they'd been starched in some areas and not in others." They both thought that was funny.
They joined each other at the toilet and went through their childish routine of trying to make their piss hit in the same spot in the bowl. This was fun.
They each grabbed their toothbrush and cleaned their teeth. Dale started to prepare to shave while Craig washed his hands.
"I'm going to start coffee and pour orange juice for us, then we can play in the shower," he giggled.
Dale loved Craig's giggle, almost like a child who was discovering something new for the first time. 'Maybe he was,' he thought.
As Craig was preparing the coffee maker he was thinking about their morning sex romp. They had both been on the giving and receiving end of anal sex and both enjoyed it. Craig recalled reading that most macho men wouldn't allow anyone near their asshole and Dale was about as macho as any man he'd ever seen. Certainly he was a sexy hunk, handsome, hairy and strong. And, Craig himself loved to be on the receiving side of this. This should make their sex lives most versatile and keep things interesting for both of them. How he loved this guy and was thankful he'd had the guts to make a move on him.
He poured juice and headed back to the bathroom. Dale was just finishing and rinsing his razor. Craig handed Dale his orange juice. He really preferred to shave before his shower, but he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to shower with his new lover!!
He looked at Dale with a twinkle in his eye. "Too bad you're not drinking milk, then I could lick off the mustache."
"You can lick off a real mustache instead."
Craig gave him a kiss and rubbed his upper lip below Dale's nose. "That's growing quickly. It's not going to take long for it to look really good."
Dale opened the shower door and they entered the enclosure. Dale started the water and adjusted the temperature. When it was the temperature he wanted, they turned on the other three showerheads. This was great. Almost like standing in a warm rainstorm. Craig reached up, turning two of the nozzles to their pulsating feature.
"Oh, wow!!! I think I could stay in here all day, Dale said."
"Yes, feels mighty good. You know, we've not tried the Jacuzzi tub yet. I think it's large enough for both of us to enjoy it at the same time. He leered at Dale; "I can't wait for you to feel the pulsating nozzles on you - all over your body."
"I had someone use a pulsating nozzle on me this morning and I loved it."
By this time, they had shampooed their hair and rinsed the soap off their skin. Dale picked up his washcloth and started rubbing himself. Craig just stood there and watched. He loved the patterns the water was making on his chest hair and on down his legs. That was beautiful.
Dale was looking at Craig. He was handsome, his body was tight and he had beautiful blue eyes and blond hair. Yes, he had made the right choice. He had a real stud for his new lover.
They shut off the water and quickly dried themselves. Dale was toweling his hair as Craig took the empty juice glasses to the kitchen and poured coffee for them. He glanced at the clock on the microwave. 6:55. Good thing Dale had awakened early. They couldn't have had the fun they'd enjoyed if they'd slept to 6:30.
Craig took the two mugs of coffee back to the bedroom. Dale was ready to get dressed. Craig checked the dresser drawers. "Hon, there are three drawers here that I can vacate by moving some things around. That will give you a place to put underwear and socks. If you need more space, we can get a chest to put in here, or we can get more shelving for the closet."
"I don't think the things I have will fill three drawers. These are larger than the ones in my dresser at the house."
"Whatever you need, we can get it," Craig replied.
By this time Dale had put on socks, jockey shorts and his Levis and had just sat down to pull on his boots. Craig leaned over for a kiss as he sat down to put on his socks and boxers. "I love you," he said softly.
"I love you more," Dale said with a twinkle in his eyes and a grin on his face. "And I certainly felt your love a little while ago. That was fantastic. Hope it will hold me for the day."
He stood up to pull on his t-shirt as Craig ducked into the closet to pull a pair of chinos off their hanger and get a sport shirt for himself.
Their arms about the other, they headed to the kitchen for more coffee and some muffins Craig had purchased. They ate in silence, staring into each other's eyes, just enjoying being with each other. Finally, Dale realized that he needed to fix his lunch as it was 7:10 and he needed to be on his way. It was five minutes further from here to the ranch than his house.
He slipped the sandwiches and other items in a paper bag. He and Craig said their good-byes and exchanged a toe-curling kiss.
"I should be here about 6:30 and I'll let you decide about what to eat tonight." They exchanged another kiss.
Craig said, "Call me as soon as you know about taking Friday and Monday - two weeks from today off so we can go to Ft. Worth. I need to make hotel reservations today, if possible."
Dale smiled, "Will do. I should know the very first thing because Mort wants to look at some of the new land we're buying. I'll call you before we do that."
Another kiss and he was out the door.
Craig thought about how lucky he was.
Dale got in his car and started down the street, thinking the same thing.
As Craig was filling his pockets with his billfold, change and a pen and pencil, he happened to glance in the mirror over the dresser and realized he hadn't shaved. He decided he'd better do that or Don would tease him. Not that it mattered.
Dale arrived at the ranch pretty much on time. Jason and Kevin were waiting for the school bus so he stopped his car to talk to them for a little bit. "Hi Dale," they said, almost in unison.
"Hi yourselves. How's the first week of school been?"
"Pretty good," Jason said. "The Riley twins have been in trouble everyday and have had to spend two days in supervised detention for disturbing their home room. They separated them so that Larry is now in my homeroom, but they both still get in trouble."
Kevin added, ".and Mr. Harris won't allow them to make any noise on the bus. They started teasing John Clark last night and he made them move to the front row and told them not to open their mouths or he would make them walk home."
Jason said, "Dad didn't think he could do that, but they don't know it."
About this time, they saw the bus coming around the curve of the highway. They exchanged their good-byes and Dale drove on to the barn.
Mort was working at his desk so after putting his lunch in the cooler Dale went in to talk to him.
"Mornin' Dale," Mort said. "Are you ready to go look at the other land?"
"I will be as soon as Michael and John get here. I need to assign their work so they can get started on it."
"I've got several things to do here, so it'll be at least 20 minutes before I'm ready," Mort said.
"Mort, would it be okay with you if I take a Friday and a Monday off in two weeks?"
"I don't know why not. We're not doing anything that's critical like planting or harvesting. Plan on it." He went to the calendar to verify the dates and marked them as Dale being off. He looked at Dale and smiled. "You never take any time off, must be something special going on."
"Yes, a friend invited me to go to Ft. Worth with him. He's going to a Builders Trade Show and then wants to have some fun there, too. I've never been to Ft. Worth or Dallas so he's going to show me the sights."
"Good for you, Dale, I worry about you sometimes. You don't seem to have too many friends and I never see you out when my wife and I are shopping or going to a movie or even, out to eat."
"No, I don't like to go places by myself and just never seemed to have anyone who wanted to go anywhere except to drink beer or play pool. After the example my grandfather set for me, I don't want to be like him and spend my time in a bar, losing money."
About that time the other two fellows drove in, this time in Michael's car. Dale remembered that he'd intended to ask John if he'd been able to get a room at the Starlight.
They came in, and all exchanged greetings. Dale had them sign new time cards and reminded them that they would receive their paychecks before they left for the evening. He assigned John and Michael to clean out the two hay balers. "Be sure to grease and oil everything," he reminded them. Then he said, "When you are done with that, clean out the stalls in the horse barn. They didn't smile.
"I'm not singling you out for this, we have to take turns and this is your time. The horses have been outside most of the time, so it shouldn't be too bad."
"I know, it's just not my favorite job," Michael said.
"Mine either, but I've done it a couple of times myself recently because I needed you fellows to work on something else."
He looked at Michael. "Farm Supply is supposed to deliver some parts this morning. Mort and I are going to look at some of the new land we're buying, so you need to watch for the driver. Be sure to verify quantities and sign the delivery sheet. Put the ticket on my desk. Also, the Co-op will be delivering both diesel fuel and regular gasoline. Check the glass before he starts filling them so you can verify the total he leaves. Should be within a couple of gallons of his meter reading."
The fellows set off on their assigned tasks.
Dale ducked back in the office and called Craig.
It felt a little awkward to talk to Craig on the phone with Mort sitting there. He simply said, "I've made arrangements for the two days. I can't talk right now, but will see you later."
They exchanged their good-byes. 'That was strange,' Craig first thought, then realized that either Mort or one of the other men were probably listening to the conversation. That would make it difficult to talk to one's lover, wouldn't it?
Dale and Mort went off to look at the land the Williamson's were buying to expand the operation of the Bar-W. This was good land, some of which was close to the river and would be very fertile soil for crops. They also looked at the land Mort thought would be good for grazing land. Dale agreed that it couldn't be successfully farmed. While the soil would support grazing cattle, it wasn't the quality needed to support plowing and growing crops. Dale suggested that they might seed the ground with some type of prairie grass to enhance the grazing. Mort thought this was a good idea, but they would need to wait until next spring when there was warmer weather and spring rains to help give it a head start.
That task accomplished, they discussed the sections, which would be vacated by the cattle as they were moved to the new ground. Then they talked about how to handle the soon to be vacated land at the present ranch. Dale suggested that the ground be plowed and a legume crop be planted to add nitrogen to the soil, and then plant winter wheat the next fall. Mort was pleased with Dale's suggestion, as it was what he would have proposed. 'This young man was coming along nicely,' he thought.
They arrived back at the ranch in time to eat lunch. Mort was to meet his wife, as she wanted to buy some new furniture.
Dale ate lunch with Michael and John. As they didn't know each other well, it was a chance to get acquainted. They talked about the possibility of their jobs turning into permanent ones and Dale assured them they were eligible to be hired as of the first of October. There were questions about the living arrangements and Dale told them that they shouldn't plan to vacate the Starlight much before Thanksgiving, although if the weather held the new quarters might be completed a week of so before then.
Craig was having a good day. His morning had gotten off to a good start - in bed. The sex they'd had the last few days really felt good. He was pleased that they both seemed to be versatile and either could fuck the other. He was not comfortable with the "male/female" roles that many gay men acted out. They were both virile studs that loved having sex with another man. That's what counted. None of that "husband/wife" role-playing.
He pulled out the envelope with the information about the Ft. Worth Builder's Show. The convention headquarters was the Hilton Hotel and the show would be at the Tarrant County Convention Center, which was downtown. Craig punched the number for convention registration and talked with one of the staff who confirmed his reservation and that both a member and guest badge would be held for him
As soon as he hung up, he called the Hilton Hotel to make room reservations. They had a block of rooms set aside for those attending the trade show and Craig was able to obtain a double room. He requested that it be on an upper floor and was assured that a note had been made on his reservation.
Craig needed to do a little bit of planning so he could arrange for Dale and his parents to meet. He was so proud of his new partner and wanted to share his good fortune with his family.
He was able to complete the plans for the crew quarters to a point that he could call Ray Evans to come look at them to see if he needed anything else. He was able to catch Ray on his mobile phone. Ray told Craig that he had to be at the Builder's Warehouse Store at 11:15 and would stop by his office afterward.
Craig wasn't sure where Don was that morning, but it wasn't unusual for him to be out of the office without telling Craig. He knew that Don had three projects working where he needed to check construction sites at least every couple of days.
It didn't seem that it was too long after that when Ray arrived at their office. Craig offered him a cup of coffee and showed him the computer generated plans he had printed out using their plotter. He had a couple of concerns and Craig made the corrections. Ray was impressed with the plotter and the fact that it printed such good detail on the extra-large paper used for blueprints. He had never seen this CAD program in operation before and realized the time it saved, as plans didn't have to be corrected by hand and re-printed.
They discussed the computer program. By the time the working drawings were completed, it was time for lunch. Ray invited Craig to got get a bite to eat. Craig didn't have anything which needed to be done immediately so accepted the invitation.
Ray offered him a ride in his pickup and drove to Zapata, a Mexican restaurant. The food was good and they each ordered a beer to go with their food. As they ate and talked, Craig realized that maybe Ray was coming on to him. He didn't know anything about Ray except that he was a high school buddy of Marty's and that he and his business partners were excellent carpenters and had a very good reputation around the Williamsport area.
They discussed subjects in general and when they had finished eating, Ray leaned across the table to ask, "Are you dating anyone?"
Since Craig had sensed Ray's interest, he really wasn't surprised at the question.
"Yes, someone I've just met," without giving any further clue.
"Anyone I know?" Ray asked.
The moment of truth had arrived and Craig didn't see any need to beat around the bush, even though he didn't know Ray. All he knew was he didn't think he was married.
He really didn't want to "out himself or Dale" but the question seemed to be asked honestly.
"Yeah, you met him the other morning at the Bar-W meeting," watching for Ray's reaction.
"Dale?" Ray answered.
"Yes." Craig gulped a little, not knowing what kind of reaction this was going to draw.
"You lucky dog, you," Ray grinned. I've been wanting to ask him to go to a movie, but really was too chicken to follow through."
"In that case, I am lucky, because I had a hard time getting up the nerve myself."
This exchange of information seemed to cement a new friendship with each other. That of being real "brothers" instead of casual friends.
As they got ready to leave the restaurant, Ray insisted on picking up the check for the meal and wouldn't even allow Craig to leave the tip.
When they returned to the office, Craig gave Ray the completed plans for him to look over. He also gave him the "bill of materials" the computer system had prepared, telling him that there could be some changes as Marty hadn't signed off on the plans, but Craig didn't think there would be any surprises.
Craig busied himself by going through invoices to be paid and putting them on their secretary's desk so she could prepare the checks for signing. He decided to prepare the site elevation for the lot Warren Collins owned. Don had left the information he'd gotten from the zoning board and utility companies on a spindle near the computer. Craig started on that project and soon had the basic lot drawings completed. This would show how much work a contractor would have to do in order to level the lot. He was surprised when he finished. There was more slope to the lot than he had thought. Wanting to make sure this was correct, he drove the few blocks to look at the lot down the street. 'Not a problem,' he thought. He just didn't think there was a 2-foot rise from the sidewalk to the backside of the lot. He was glad he'd come to check it out.
By the time he got back to the office, Sherry had the checks written for the bills to be paid as well as payroll checks for each. It was 4 p.m. and really no reason to start another project on a Friday afternoon. He decided to do something he hadn't done for quite a while. Leave work early. After all, he owned the company - with Don - and it wasn't like there was a backlog of work that needed his attention.
He wished Sherry a good weekend and taking his paycheck, stopped at his bank to make his deposit and get $100 in cash for the weekend.
He headed home so he could accomplish a few things before Dale got there. He started with the dresser drawers, moving some underwear and socks into other drawers and putting his collection of pocketknives, pens, tie clips, cuff links, receipts; things that accumulate in drawers on their own. Mostly "junk" but he didn't want to throw any of it away. He got a small box out of the closet, put those items in and then put it in another drawer.
Then, it was time to tackle the closet. He started through the hanging clothes, deciding that there were several things he hadn't worn for quite awhile. Two pairs of pants, three sport shirts, one pair of shoes that maybe could be resoled. He carried the stuff to the closet in the other bedroom and hung it up. 'Well, that was simple,' he thought to himself.
He rearranged the remaining clothes and shoes, moving his things to one area of the closet and leaving plenty of space for Dale's use. There were shelves that held folded shirts, Levis and sweaters and he moved those things together. Again, there seemed to be plenty of space for Dale to use.
Next was the bathroom and again there was little to throw away or rearrange. He could empty two drawers easily. There was a lot of shelf space behind the mirror. He was done.
Dale's afternoon went quickly. Mostly planning for work in the coming weeks and putting away the supplies, which had been delivered that morning. He checked the two hay balers Michael and John and worked on. They were clean and had been greased, so could be moved to the storage area for use next week. John had cleaned out the horse barn; scattering new straw in the stalls, then had cleaned out the barn where Star was milked without being asked.
Jason and Kevin arrived home after school and soon were in the barn to do their evening chores. Jason, being his usual outgoing self, stuck his head in the door to thank Dale for cleaning out Star's stall.
"Wish I could take credit for it, bud, but you really need to go find John and tell him." Jason set off to find John and found him talking to Michael as they were cleaning other equipment parked in the storage lot. John was pleased that Jason had taken the trouble to thank him. Most kids wouldn't have done that.
About 5 o'clock a messenger from the accounting firm arrived with an envelope containing their paychecks. Dale had an envelope of invoices he and Mort had approved to be returned for payment. Mort arrived about that time to collect his check and told Dale that it had been decided to sell the clover hay they would be baling next week. The barns were getting full and they had been able to get an extra cutting from several of the fields. The good news was that the purchaser had agreed to pick up the bales in the field so there would be no extra handling by him or his crew.
While they were talking, Michael and John came in to sign their time sheets and Dale gave their checks to them, wishing them a good weekend and that he would see them on Monday.
He and Mort exchanged good-byes and left about the same time.
As Dale was driving to Williamsport, he realized that for the first time this week he wasn't all dirty. That was a big change, as he usually couldn't wait to get home to shower. He could go on to Craig's - correction - their place. That was going to take some getting used to. He had lived in his house all his life. Actually it had been his grandparent's home, and then was left to his mother when they died and now was his. He had never known anyplace else to call home.
In some ways he was hesitant about moving in with Craig. It wasn't that he didn't want to live with him and share their lives. It was the fact that it was going to be a different routine and he had some doubts about coming home to that spacious home when he was all filthy with dirt, sweat and grime. Although Craig had told him that it's was no one's business except theirs, it just seemed strange.
He drove on past his usual turn, heading to THEIR home and his new lover. His heart was light and the anticipation of soon being in Craig's arms filled his thoughts with love. As he drove in the parking lot, he looked at his watch. 5:50. Forty minutes earlier than he'd told Craig he would be home. Forty more minutes of their lives that they could be together.
Dale parked his car and had another thought. His old car was 15 years old and looked like it was on its last gasp, although it ran fairly well. It was basic transportation to get back and forth to work and no one else ever rode in it. It just looked terrible and really looked like "poor relation" had parked in the lot next to Craig's car. He would talk to Craig about replacing it. There had been several times that a small pickup would have been handy, although he knew he could borrow a pickup from the ranch with no questions.
He took the elevator to the top floor and started to ring the bell. Then he remembered HIS key that Craig had given him that morning. He pulled the ring out of his pocket, unlocking the door and entered the apartment.
"Hi Honey, I'm home," he called out as he shut the door. It felt good to be able to say that. Where was HIS MAN? Dale started for the bedroom and Craig came out of the kitchen with a stack of bath towels in his arms. Craig got a huge grin on his face.
"Hi Honey, yourself," walking up to him for a kiss. His GUY, his LOVER was home. Craig put the still-warm towels on a chair and wrapped himself around Dale's body. He was glad to see him.
"I didn't expect you to be here so early." He realized Dale was wearing the same clothes as he'd put on that morning. "You didn't go to your house to shower, did you?"
"No, this is the first evening in quite a few that I haven't been absolutely filthy. I thought I'd come HOME. His smile was huge as he said this.
Dale hugged Craig to him and showered him with kisses, starting with his mouth, then around his face to his ears and back to his throat, then the other ear and back to his mouth. Craig was getting hard and Dale could feel himself getting that way, too.
They broke their kiss and Craig panted, "You sexy stud, you. I'm glad you are HOME. OUR HOME!! I've thought about you all day and how lucky I am that you belong to me."
They stood there a full 5 minutes, nuzzling each other and whispering their good thoughts to each other. This felt so great to each of them. It wasn't like the "dates" they'd had other evenings. This was their coming home to be with each other. It had all happened so quickly, but it felt so right and certainly neither had any regrets. They belonged to each other. they NEEDED each other to complete their own lives.
As they broke apart, they exchanged one more small kiss. Craig picked up the towels and headed toward the linen closet. "Come on, you might as well learn where things are kept and you can help me make the bed. The sheets aren't 'crusty' anymore." He grinned. They went through the bedroom into the bath. Dale hadn't noticed before, but there was a large storage closet behind the door. There were shelves for sheets and towels and drawers for other things, extra soap, shampoo, etc. Then there was shelving for extra toilet paper, cleaning supplies and other items.
"There is another closet in the other bathroom for the towels and sheets which belong in that area," Craig told him. He put the towels on the shelf and asked, "Will you help me put the sheets on the bed? Dale stepped up to help him and together they had the bed made in two minutes, sacking up four feather pillows and putting Craig's beautiful quilt back on the bed.
"Let me show you what I've done with the closet. They walked in the room and Craig pointed out the space he'd made for clothes to be hung up, then the shelving for things Dale had which were folded and extra storage above. The hamper for dirty clothes was in the closet also. "You can put dirty clothes in there and we can either wash them or leave them for Mrs. Hopkins to wash."
Dale said, "That's fine, but I think I'd better bring a basket to put my Levis and shirts in. Sometimes they are just too dirty to mix with other laundry."
"Not a problem. We can get one while we're out this evening."
"Why don't we head over to my place in a few minutes and I'll move most of my clothes this evening. That way I won't have clothing in two places and have the problem of not having what I might need."
"Fine with me. I don't think we have any plans except to eat. How soon do you want to go?"
"Now is fine with me. Do you mind taking your car? Mine isn't really something I think you want to ride it. If we need a pickup, we can get one from the ranch tomorrow."
"Be glad to, how much stuff is there?"
"Not a lot. We can probably move most of it in one trip."
"I have a clothes bar which can be put in the back seat. The things on hangers will be easier to move if we can leave them that way and hang them in the back."
"There are two or three clothes baskets at the house and we can use them for loose items, underwear, socks - things that are in drawers," Dale said.
"When we get ready to pack you up, we'll go to the liquor store. They always have good sturdy boxes and they leave the lids intact.
Dale said, "I was thinking that tomorrow we go out to the ranch and get one of the pickups. We can haul more things and make fewer trips." He thought for a little bit. "Have you ever been horseback riding?"
"It really was a pony at a friends birthday party. A long, long time ago."
"We're not really pressed to get a lot accomplished tomorrow. Why don't we fix a light picnic lunch and go to the ranch, saddle up a couple of horses and I'll take you up one of the ravines along the river. There are lots of good places to picnic and we can even swim, if we want."
"That sounds like fun. I've never done anything like that," Craig answered.
"Do you have any boots?" Dale asked.
"As a matter of fact I do, just don't think about wearing them very often."
"Great. Let's get the clothes moved tonight, then we can tackle some of the other stuff I might need tomorrow and on Sunday. It's just now 6:30, so we should be able to get the clothing moved then go out to eat."
Craig got the clothes bar out of the entry closet, and then they locked the apartment, went downstairs and got in Craig's car. It didn't take more than a few minutes to get to Dale's house. While Craig was attaching the clothes bar, Dale unlocked the house and went in. Craig was there shortly.
Dale showed him the clothing that was on hangers and they might possibly fill half the back seat. They carried the clothes out in two loads each and Craig carefully hung them on the bar.
As they went back inside, Dale said, "I've got some clothes in the dryer I need to get." The clothes baskets are in here, too. Craig got the baskets and carried them to the bedroom. Dale followed with the clothes and folded them up. They began filling the clothes baskets, emptying the dresser drawers. Dale got a couple of empty boxes out of the basement for loose things out of the dresser and chest. After the boxes were loaded, they carried them to the car, too.
Going back in the house, Dale said, "Come on downstairs with me and I'll show you what we are up against in trying to empty this place."
Craig followed him downstairs, expecting to see the worst. He was surprised as it was neatly organized. Dale's old bedroom that he used before his mother's death was still set up and full of things he'd collected through the years. Sports trophies, posters, newspaper clippings and pictures. There was a weight bench and an ironing board was set up. There was also some old furniture and an old TV. Otherwise, the place was in good shape.
"I don't see a problem with this," Craig said. "From what you told me, I thought it would be full of junk, stacked floor to ceiling."
"It was when my grandparents died. I don't know how many trips to the dump we made and you wouldn't believe all the old magazines and newspapers. I think they put things down here instead of throwing them away."
They went back upstairs and Dale showed Craig his mother's room. There really wasn't a lot worth keeping except for things Dale wanted as memories of his family. Those could be picked up and packed, then the people who would have the garage sale could come in and start organizing the rest for the garage sale.
They were through there for the evening. Dale locked the door and they got back in Craig's car.
As Craig was driving down the street, Dale asked him what he thought about buying a small pickup to replace his old eyesore of a Mustang.
"I don't know that it's necessary unless you just want a new pickup. I'm not sure that we would really have anything to haul around. Didn't you say that you could always use one of the pickups from the ranch?"
"Yeah." Dale was silent for a minute and Craig asked him what was wrong.
"I'm concerned about my old car being parked in your parking lot at the condo. It doesn't look like it belongs there."
A bell went off in Craig's head. Dale was beating himself up again. He had to be careful with his reply.
"Hon, don't worry about it. Nobody really cares what kind of vehicle you drive, especially me. Don't spend money to needlessly 'improve your appearance'," he told Dale. "People are looking at Dale and his being who he is, not whether he drives a Mercedes or rides a bicycle. It's the same thing about your clothes and coming home dirty of an evening. They look at you and see a man doing an honest day's labor. Now if I were to dress that way, it would definitely be an issue for them to complain about."
Craig reached for Dale's hand and squeezed it as they drove in the parking lot at THEIR apartment.
"Okay?" he asked.
"Yes, Craig, you always seem to be able to reduce things to the simplest terms. I don't know how you do it, but you always make me feel better when you explain it to me. Thanks, Lover."
It took three trips each and they had Dale's clothing in the apartment. They hung up the clothes that were on hangers and there was still plenty of room. Craig thought there was more than enough drawer and shelf space for the rest, but they didn't need to deal with that tonight.
"Hey Hon, any ideas about where to eat?" Craig asked.
"There's a new barbecue place at the south end of town. It's supposed to be pretty good, but I've not eaten there."
"Sounds good to me. I know where it is."
They got back in Craig's car and were on their way. The decor was interesting. The floor was covered with sawdust and the food was served on heavy plastic plates with plastic utensils. They each ordered the combination plate and a bottle of Coors beer, and then found a table where they could sit and eat. The food was very good.
They arrived back at the apartment and Dale let them in with his new key. It felt good to have a new home and be living with Craig. He thought things had moved very swiftly, but it felt right and he knew he wouldn't regret it. There were so many new experiences awaiting him and he could hardly wait.
Craig's thoughts were along the same line. He didn't know how he had lucked out in finding Dale and was really quite surprised at himself for having the determination to approach Dale at all. He had never been the aggressor before. It had always been someone coming on to him.
As soon as the door was shut, Craig turned to Dale and gave him a hug and kiss that took Dale's breath away. After what seemed like five minutes they broke the embrace. "Welcome home, my love. really welcome to OUR HOUSE," Craig whispered.
Dale was enthusiastic at the 'welcome home' and responded with equal vigor. "I'm glad to be here," he said as he nuzzled Craig's neck. "I'm really glad to be home."
They went into the living room to sit on the love seat, but within a minute were rubbing each other and starting to shed items of clothing. It was almost a contest as to which could kiss the most places on the other's body. Finally they pulled apart a little and Craig whispered, "There's a room down the hall that's better suited to this activity."
Dale, who was sort of lying on top of Craig, stood up and offered his hand. He pulled Craig to a standing position and they looked at east other and laughed. Dale pointed to their erections; Craig's sticking out of his boxers and Dale's tenting the front of his jockey shorts and said, "Lead the way, little guys."
Craig followed Dale into the bedroom, pinching his butt through his briefs. Dale reached back to make sure Craig's dick was following behind him. He had plans for that dick - and Craig, too.
They shed their shorts and eased themselves onto the bed after turning the quilt and top sheet down. The quilt was a "double wedding ring" pattern that Craig's grandmother had made and hand stitched with love. one for each of her grandchildren. Craig thought the quilt was appropriate for the occasion. 'After all, this was kind of like a wedding night, wasn't it?' He got a big smirk on his face.
Dale looked at Craig. "Wha.?" he asked.
Craig told him about the quilt and asked, "Do you think it's appropriate for it to be on the bed?"
Dale thought for a moment. "It's not really our wedding night, but kind of like a honeymoon and homecoming all rolled into one for me."
"Me too, especially the homecoming part for you."
They lay down and turned to face each other so they could still kiss and caress each other. They kissed each other for a while, their hands roving over the other. Finally Craig worked himself around so they could get into a 69 position. They each started licking around the other's ball sack, saving their rock- hand cocks for a little later. Craig was elated at the mild sweaty taste of Dale, who had worn Levis and jockey shorts all day. The perspiration tasted wonderful and he couldn't get enough. Dale was clean, just that his equipment had been bound up all day.
Dale thought that Craig tasted great, also. Something about the taste of a little sweat combined with soap seemed to be a real turn-on for him. He wrapped his tongue around Craig's cock, starting above the ball sack and worked himself up to the tip and back down. Craig moaned.
Meanwhile, Craig was doing the same to Dale. His tongue reached the end of Dale's shaft and he worked his tongue inside the foreskin, then ran it around the rim of the glans. The accumulation of what he later learned was called "cock cheese" was there and it had a strong, heady taste. He licked it up, coating his tongue. This was too good for one person; he wanted to share it with Dale. He broke their contact and searched for Dale's mouth.
Dale was surprised at what Craig was sharing with him. For some reason he had never investigated his own smegma. He was surprised at the taste. Tart and tangy, but not all that unpleasant. He thought it was too bad that Craig didn't have some of his own to share.
They shared Craig's discovery, mixing it with their saliva; then went back to the important aspect of worshiping each other.
As they each coated the others cock with saliva and mixed it with the precum that was leaking, Craig managed to wet one finger with the slick mixture, and then worked it into Dale's anus. Dale bucked on the bed. That felt so good, especially when Craig found his prostate and stimulated the flow of precum. 'Dale tasted so good,' he thought.
Not to allow just one of them to have all the fun, Dale performed the same manipulation on Craig, getting almost the same result. They each got into a rhythm that gave the other wonderful sensations. The deep-throated each other, they hummed when they had the other's cock buried in their throats. It was wonderful.
They each had two fingers inside the other and had come close to the edge several times, then backed away only to attack the other with renewed vigor. Finally Craig realized that he had gone beyond the threshold and knew Dale was going to cum. Dale knew what was going to happen and increased his efforts.
It was going to happen!! Dale's cock started pulsating and Craig could feel the cum move up his pee tube. The sensation of the pulsing organ in his mouth stimulated Craig and he lost his load at the same time as Dale. They could hardly keep up with the flow as it gushed into their mouths.
'What a fine taste,' Craig thought.
Dale was still bouncing around on the bed a little. The feeling was, again, like nothing he had ever experienced and his lover had caused it. His lover had made him feel so good. His lover was the most wonderful person he had ever known.
They moved around so they could share their harvest with each other. Two big loads, add saliva, then blend and swallow. Julia Child or Craig Claiborne couldn't have 'cum' up with a better recipe, or could they?
It took quite awhile for the euphoria to wear off. They hung on to each other, kissing and rubbing their hands over their lover. "Lover, lover," each thought, enjoying the warm thoughts the word brought to their minds.
Finally, they broke apart. Each had to pee and they needed to brush their teeth, because as good as it tasted right now, cummy breath wasn't what they wanted to greet each other with in the morning.
Getting back in bed, together they pulled up the sheet and "double wedding ring" quilt, rolled to face each other, then exchanged a sweet-tasting good night kiss. Sleep came swiftly for each.
(to be continued) * * * * * Author's Note: This is my first attempt at gay fiction, and the only way I can learn whether or not I should continue is from my readers' feedback. I would appreciate your comments, criticism, suggestions, and anything else that you would care to say. All Email will be answered. If you wish to receive e-mail notification of subsequent posting, please let me know by sending your request to the e-mail address below. Contact me at: tulsadriller7@aol.com
Thanks for the overwhelming response to previous chapters. I received positive replies from all over the world. My special thanks to RW, whom I've known for many years and value his suggestions. Also for the proofreading help of Paul Daventon, author of "Turning the Page" found in the "Adult-Friends" section of Nifty. Please read it.