“And look at the mess I’m in
A broken nose and a broken heart
An empty bottle of gin
Well I sit and pray
In my broken down Chevrolet
While I’m singin’ to myself
There’s got to be another way”
"Ball and Chain"
Social Distortion
From their self-titled album
Released March 1990
The road blurred and Colton wiped the tears from his eyes. He felt short of breath and wondered if he was going to have a panic attack. He ran off the road, the old Chevy truck bouncing along the rough edge of the old asphalt. Instead of easing back on the road, he let the truck coast as he eased over onto the shoulder. The tall grass and weeds whipped the bottom of the truck until it was barely moving, and Colton finally tapped the brake to stop. He sat staring straight ahead wondering what he was supposed to do. It seemed as if his whole life was coming undone and there was nothing, he could do to stop it.
Shelley had made him sleep in the guest room for the last week, ever since that night. Ever since it became obvious there was something wrong, not with her, but with him. That morning, he came out to find her gone. The closet and drawers empty of her belongings and on the counter in the kitchen, a note with her wedding ring lying on top.
I’ll be back for my stuff when you will not be here. Let me know when to come. I trust you will not fight me on a divorce.
She hadn’t even signed her name.
He knew she was right. But he was only nineteen, married less than a year, and already everything was going to shit. He gasped, began to cry again, digging the heel of his hands into his eyes trying desperately to stop the flow.
Finally calm, tears stopped, Colton looked up grateful to see the road still empty. No one around to see him sitting on the side of the road crying like a baby.
A week ago, he had tried to have sex with Shelley without alcohol in his system. She had begun to complain about him drinking too much, especially in the evenings. She hadn’t realized up to that point, he needed it to perform. Otherwise, he thought of it, how sex with her, a female, wasn’t what he really wanted. He wanted sex with Rory his best friend, or with Mark Bradberry, that fucking hunk at the fire department he saw from time to time at the diner. He wanted sex with the bagboy at the grocery store, the Cunningham boy who had been a year behind him in high school. He wanted sex with the guys he saw at the state park, or at the construction sites, or at the bar out on 51. Rowdy redneck boys that would probably beat his ass instead of fuck it like he wanted.
He had tried. Really tried. It had been so easy during high school and right after graduation. Shelley had been his one and only sweetheart, and he did love her in his own way. But he had to get liquored up to have sex with her. After getting married, the nights of having a good time, having a few beers became off putting to Shelley. She wanted him to stop, to grow up, and she wanted him to get her pregnant so they could start a family.
A week ago, he tried without alcohol in his system. It just wasn’t happening. He couldn’t get aroused no matter how hard he tried. In fact, the more he tried, the worse it got, until he finally gave up and stood by the bed watching Shelley go from surprise to frustration, to realization. She had seen it. The look of a man who really didn’t want her. She told him it would be best if he slept in the guest room until he was ready to be her husband. For a week he slept in the guest room, not once attempting to show his wife the intimacy he owed her.
Sitting back watching a pulpwood truck pass by, he wondered what his parents would say. He dreaded them finding out but knew it wouldn’t take long in the small town for word to get around. His parents probably already knew, no doubt Shelley’s mom had called his mom to find out what was going on.
Colton looked in the mirror to see if the coast was clear and eased back on the road wondering where he was going. He was five miles outside of town heading south with no destination in mind, and he accelerated, continuing to head south.
Three Years Later
Colton entered the diner seeing it was already busy despite not yet being 11:30 A.M. He looked around the dining room grateful there were no family or friends at one of the tables, and even more grateful none of Shelley’s family or friends. He thought it had been long enough, but every encounter with her family or a friend elicited a nasty comment, some little cut about him not being the man she thought she married. No, he wasn’t, not in any sense, but that didn’t make it tolerable.
A small table was available toward the back of the dining room, one right out in the middle of the floor, and he ducked his head and made his way to it. The waitress took his order and brought him an iced tea. He sat back waiting, feeling lonely, an outcast in his own town. The front door opened, and Rory and Emily came in. Rory waved as Emily led him to a booth along the right wall up near the front. Colton waved back wondering if Rory would be at Gary’s place Friday for poker night. Rory came less frequently since Emily, and he got engaged. Of late it had been Curtis Wilson there to take his place. It wasn’t deliberate how Rory was drifting away, hanging out with other couples, going with Emily’s family down to the beach or the lake, or just spending more time with her. Colton didn’t blame him, but it didn’t change how it made him feel.
The front door opened drawing Colton’s attention, and he saw Shelley come in with Rusty McCullough. He knew the score. They had met just before the divorce was finalized, and sometime in the last couple of weeks made it official. They were engaged to be married next fall. Colton looked at Rusty, noticing how he had changed since high school. Rusty had been a year ahead of them, outgoing, good looking, athletic, and bound for college right after his graduation. Rusty now worked at the bank where his father was the President of the branch, and he was being groomed to take over when his father retired.
They moved toward a table at the front when Shelley saw Colton. She stopped at their table and instead of sitting down, she looked back at Colton again. He watched her, wondering what she was going to do. Sit down or come back and make a scene to embarrass him once again. She set her small purse down, said something to Rusty, then headed his way. He held his breath and watched her approach.
“Colton.”
“Hey, Shelley.”
“You alone?”
Colton looked up wondering what he was supposed to say. He smirked shaking his head. “Of course I’m alone. Shelley can we not do this?”
“Colton, I’m not trying to make a scene. I’m…”
Her hesitation was unnerving, for she was not one to be at a loss of words.
“Shelley, It’s okay. You were right to divorce me.”
“That’s not what I wanted to say. I was just wondering why you’re not seeing someone by now.”
“I don’t know,” said Colton looking up again. “I just haven’t met anyone, I guess.”
“You really hurt me, but I can’t hold on to it, not anymore. And I really don’t want to see you like this.”
“Your mother does,” Colton replied, trying to make a joke of it.
Shelley frowned, then smiled when she saw Colton wasn’t serious. “Yeah, she does hate you.”
“She and most of the town.”
“It’s not that bad.”
Colton nodded his head.
“I need to get back to Rusty.”
“Okay.”
Shelley started back, had gone nearly ten feet, when Colton called out. “Shelley.”
She turned and looked back. “Yes, Colton.”
“I’m glad to see your happy and doing good.”
“Thanks Colton. That means a lot.”
The waitress set a plate with a hamburger and fries on the table in front of Colton, refilled his glass, then headed back to the kitchen to let him eat. He ate slowly, eyes constantly going up to whoever came in or over to Shelley and Rusty. Every time he looked at her, he felt guilty and was relieved to see her happy, laughing at something Rusty said.
The front door opened, and it captured his attention, for it was some of the guys from the fire department coming in for lunch. Mr. Matthews came in first and held the door for the others. Billy Ray Hanson, John Paul McKinley, Ryan (Colton didn’t know his last name), and bringing up the rear, Mark Bradberry. Colton felt his heart race as he watched the muscular body follow the others to a table in the middle of the room, one large enough to sit all of them. Mark took a seat that put his back toward Colton. It was disappointing that he couldn’t stare at the attractive face, but he stared at the broad shoulders, how the upper body stretched the uniform tight. He imagined Mark and he alone, touching and kissing until he is on his back getting fucked.
Colton’s desire for the young fire man made him rush to finish, desperate to get out of the diner. He knew if someone looked his way they could see it. His attraction toward Mark Bradberry. It had to be painted on his face; all the desire and lust one man could feel toward another.
Colton pulled into a parking space at the auto parts store that sat downtown, finding a space right in front. He made his way inside and saw the three guys behind the counter were helping others. Hank Robbins was at Bill Johnston’s computer, the manager of the store. Next to them was Tomas Vazquez helping a Latino woman, the two of them speaking Spanish while Tomas pointed at his computer screen. At the last computer Colton saw it was a new guy and he hoped it would be him that could help him. At first Colton didn’t even notice who the tall black-haired guy was helping, then he noticed it was the Mayfield boy, Allen, questioning whether Allen was even sixteen, then remembering Allen had been six years behind him in school and it had been four years since he had graduated.
Colton stood back behind a display for key chains, air fresheners, and assorted odd trinkets waiting his turn when he saw Bill was about to finish ringing up Hank Robbins. He pretended to remember something else he needed and turned down the aisle behind him. He went to the far end of the store and over a couple of aisles. He picked up wipers (it had been some time since replacing them), an oil filter for the truck (you can never have too many filters), and a can of WD-40 (just to have three items in hand). By then he was back at the sales side of the store and saw Bill was helping someone and the hunk at the third computer was free.
“Can I help you?”
A deep husky voice, and Colton felt breathless at his luck as he came to the counter.
“Yes, I need to get the belt for my truck.”
“What year and model is it?”
The name tag said Sean. The eyes were green. The cheeks were rosy against the fair skin. He was tall, taller than his own height of five foot ten. Six feet, if he had to guess. The biceps showed muscular development, but the body looked lean, maybe like a runner or swimmer.
“2001; Chevy Silverado with the 4.3 V-6.”
“Okay, let’s see which belt fits it.”
The green eyes scanned the screen, looked his way, then back to the screen.
“It’s…125…76453 and we have it in stock. I’ll be right back.”
Sean rang up the belt and the items Colton had set on the counter. Colton found himself staring at the face, the green eyes that went from product to screen, and back.
“That will be $123.54; cash or credit?”
“My debit card,” said Colton, slipping it from his wallet and tapping the screen. As the computer processed his card, he looked up. “You’re new.”
“Yes. I moved here last month.”
“From where?”
“Arkansas. A little place south of Little Rock.”
“And you moved all the way here?”
Sean chuckled, shaking his head. “It was a fluke. I was heading to Atlanta and my car broke down and it took two days to get the part for it. By then I had decided I had driven far enough and asked about the position here.”
“Just like that? You just settled here?”
“Sounds crazy, I know. But I needed to get away from something back in Arkansas and this is as good a place as any.”
“I guess, but…”
Colton wanted to say it got lonely in the small town, that there wasn’t much to do. He wanted to ask him if he was seeing anyone yet. Instead, he picked up the belt and the bag with the other items in it and stepped back.
“Well, I need to go, but I hope you find it okay here.”
Sean looked back with a smile. “I think so.”
Colton rushed out and climbed into his truck feeling foolish. Like some high school girl with a crush. He started up the old truck and backed into the street and drove off.
With wipers on, Colton drove slowly along Manningham Road as the rain came down harder and harder until the road and trees either side of it ghosted out in front of him. He slowed until doing only about twenty, glancing in his rearview mirror often, to make sure some idiot didn’t race up behind him. He passed the Community Christian Church; an old concrete block building painted a light yellow then rounded the curve until heading south back toward town.
The truck sputtered until the motor shut down, and Colton eased to the shoulder and stopped.
“Goddamn it,” he cursed as he watched the rain cascade down the windshield. “Fuck,” he uttered after sitting a few seconds unbelieving his luck. He had replaced the belt, changed the oil and filter, and only six months prior replaced the spark plugs and wires. He couldn’t believe there was something else he would have to do. His father’s words came to him. Son, that truck is getting old and will start to cost you to keep it running. You should look for another one. It wasn’t like his job with the contractor wasn’t a good paying job. He could afford to trade it. But he kept putting it off, not wanting the hassle of dealing with the bank or the dealer and starting up payments again when he had gone so long without them.
He popped the hood and climbed out into the rain. By the time he got to the front his shirt was soaked and by the time he had the hood up and poking around underneath it, his jeans were soaked. He rushed back to the cab to toss his wallet inside on the bench seat, then went back to the front hoping it was something obvious, something he could fiddle with and get the truck running. But checking hoses, wires, and belt, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
He didn’t hear the little Miata pull up behind him and turn on its flashers, or the driver come up beside him.
“What the fuck is it?” Colton cursed under his breath.
“What’s the problem?”
The voice startled Colton, and he rose too quick banging his head on the hood. He gritted his teeth to keep from cursing again and looked over at the tall black-haired man standing by the front fender. It was Sean from the parts store and was as soaked to the skin as he was. He looked at how the white T-shirt clung to the chest and stomach, the dark nipples visible, and the lean muscular form, and the flat stomach…
“I-I-I don’t know what is wrong. It just shut off on me,” said Colton.
“It was running fine, then shut off?”
“It sputtered some first, then went dead.”
“Sounds like a fuel filter may be clogged up.”
“Shit. I forgot about that thing. I should have replaced it when I did the belt.”
“You were in the store a couple of days ago…buying the belt.”
“Yes.”
“I remember you.”
Colton felt caged. Trapped. The interior of Sean’s car was impossible. How did someone so tall fit in it?
Sean was driving back from the auto parts store with Colton in the passenger seat. The wipers were on intermittent for it was just a slow drizzling rain by now. After pulling out of downtown, Sean circled around a side street then picked up the road that would eventually become Manningham Road.
Colton sat in the passenger seat holding the small box containing a fuel filter, and in the truck, tools Sean borrowed from the store. He kept looking over at Sean, studying the physical aspects as he listened to that husky voice talk vaguely about leaving Arkansas. A relationship that was unhealthy, almost abusive, or maybe it was abusive, and no one understood how Sean got hurt, not even his family.
Then Sean fell silent, and Colton allowed the silence to fill the small cabin.
“What about you? Why aren’t you in a relationship?” said Sean as they left the town limits.
“I had been in a relationship. I thought she was the one, but we broke up and she is engaged to someone else.”
“That sucks. But she wasn’t the one?”
“Sorry?”
“You said you thought she was the one, like you realized she wasn’t.”
“Yeah, right. No, she wasn’t.”
“You haven’t dated anyone since?”
“No. I don’t meet the right…person, I guess.”
“What kind of person are you looking for?”
Colton felt the words on the tip of his tongue, right there, and all he had to do was say it.
“I’m sorry, I may be prying too much,” said Sean.
“No, no, not at all. It is good to talk about it. I just don’t know what to say…or how to say it.”
Sean slowed and Colton saw his truck on the side of the road facing them. Sean eased across the oncoming lane and to the shoulder stopping in front of the truck.
“Let’s get you fixed up and on your way,” said Sean as he opened the door and climbed out.
The truck was idling smoothly, hood down, and Colton stood at the front with Sean in front of him watching the truck run as if able to see within the body to the engine. He wanted to say something. but those words would not come. He felt like a goddamn fool.
“I think she’s running nicely,” said Sean.
“Yes. Thanks for your help. I was wondering…”
“Yes.”
“It’s nothing, just thanks for helping me.”
Sean smiled then looked down the road. “I was on my way home. I hate to admit it, but I’m tired of eating alone. Would you like to meet back in town for dinner? They say that bar-be-cue place on Memphis Lane is good.”
“It is good, I like it,” Colton replied, then after a moment of silence realized he had not answered Sean. “I could do dinner. Yes. Yes, I’d like that.”
“Thanks, say meet back there in an hour? That will give me time to get home, cleaned up, then back to town.”
“An hour; I’ll see you then.”
The restaurant was a clique. Weathered barn boards on the walls, a couple of areas roofed over with tin mimicking a shed, and the floor was wide pine boards so old they were scared and marred until they added to the character. The décor was old signs, tractor parts, and at the waiting area photographs showing the history of the building, the first from the 1920s when it was a hardware store.
Colton and Sean were seated under one of the tin roofs that seemed to make their booth more intimate, a sense of being shielded from the main dining room, despite them just as visible as everyone else. Pork plates sat before them and they were eating slowly, talking between bites about the community, what it was like at the parts store for Sean, and for Colton, what it was like to be a contractor in the region. Their talk was superficial, nothing that made Colton feel uncomfortable. It was bad enough to see the stares from others. When he realized most were single women in the community and they were obviously looking at Sean, the new arrival to the area, a single man that was available, he began to ignore them.
“What are you doing on Saturday?” said Sean.
“Saturday? I…nothing really. Maybe watch a game.”
“I was thinking to going to the beach. I’ve heard the beaches are beautiful and just want to see them.”
“Are you staying overnight or just doing a long day?”
“I was going to just do a long day, but if you want to go, we could stay overnight somewhere. Do you know the best place to stay?”
“Depends. If you want all the tourist attractions, there is Panama City Beach. If you want a bit less madness, there is Destin or maybe Pensacola Beach but that is a bit further away.”
“I’m not interested in all the tourist stuff.”
“I know a hotel in Destin. It’s not on the water but just across the street from the harbor.”
“Let’s see if they have a room for Saturday,” said Sean, picking up his cell phone while looking at Colton for the name of the hotel.
Colton lay in bed that night wondering what he was doing. Did he really make plans to go to the beach with Sean. It was the hotel that he went with Shelley a few times. Destin was a place they had stayed several times hanging out on the beach, eating in restaurants, drinking in bars, and having sex every morning and night. He wanted the weekend to be the same with Sean, something he could never admit to anyone, especially Sean.
It was crazy. The car could hold so little luggage. Just two backpacks with all their clothes and toiletries shoved in them and extra shoes crammed down around them. But Sean wanted to go in his Miata, and with the top down, wind whipping around them, Colton had never felt so close to the road, sensing every change in grade, every undulation or rough spot. Sean drove sportingly, fast enough to feel the little car settle into the curves. The shifting up and down of the gears while working one curve to the next, then the motoring along long straights. It made Colton smile.
Just before ten, they pulled under the Porte cochere of the hotel. They checked into a room, one on the second floor that faced Harbor Boulevard.
“Let’s change into swimming trucks and go walk the beach,” said Sean.
Colton saw Sean was excited about seeing the beach and he reached for his backpack. “Sure. But we’ll need to drive to the east and kick over on Guld Shore Drive or go on down to Scenic Drive. Where Gulf Shore turns to run along the beach, there is a place we can eat without having to come back and change.”
“That sounds perfect.”
Colton pulled out his swim trunks, glancing up watching Sean do the same. Who would use the bathroom to change, he wondered. Sean was closer to the door. When he straightened up, he saw Sean tug off his T-shirt revealing a lean muscular build. He swallowed hard and felt like he should rush to the bathroom, but he stood there watching cargo shorts, then boxers get slipped off. The cock hung heavily over its sac and Colton realized how he was staring, and he turned to face the window as he unbuttoned his shirt. He was going to change in front of Sean, reveal a body he was not ashamed of. He wasn’t perfect like guys who worked out in a gym, but he had definition and a trim body from his labors. He tossed the shirt on the bed, undid his cargo shorts and slipped everything off wondering if Sean was watching him as he had him.
Colton felt his nudity, his cock hanging loose, flopping with his movements. It felt good and scary and arousing. He felt exposed, physically and mentally. He slipped the blue swim trunks up and in place and turned to see Sean waiting, wearing an unbuttoned shirt and white swim trunks. He couldn’t stop himself. He looked down over the chest, stomach, the bulge, then the long legs, and once he saw the sandals, he looked back up until seeing the green eyes staring back.
“Are you ready to go?” said Sean in a tone that sounded like the answer could be something other than yes.
Lounge chairs and umbrellas lined the beach just above the wet sand. The low waves crashed on the sand and its white seafoam added to the whiteness. Glaring in the bright sun, the sand looked like sugar and was just as fine. Looking out over the gulf, the waters went from a green hue to turquoise for as far out as they could see. It was as Colton remembered. He turned to Sean seeing an expression of awe.
They strolled side by side, at times close to the shore allowing the warm gulf waters to lap at their feet. Unhurried, they made their way westward until at the jetty that kept the mouth of the bay open to boat traffic.
“It looks so narrow,” said Sean.
“It is just local boaters going through it. The cargo vessels that come through are on the inner coastal waterway.”
Sean looked across the pass to the beach on the other side. “After lunch let’s go over there.”
Colton saw how the beach was less crowded, no lounge chairs or umbrellas lining it. “Sure. We can go wherever you want.”
It was mostly an open pavilion with a small kitchen and toilet rooms enclosed on one side. They sat facing the gulf at the bar seating along the railing. But they didn’t have to worry about being in swim trunks or having sand on their feet. They ate in silence for both were starving by the time they got back to the restaurant. Sean finished first, having wolfed down his food.
“Damn, that hit the spot,” said Sean, turning toward Colton until their knees touched.
Colton held the contact. Daringly, he held it, for he wanted it. He wanted Sean to touch him. He wanted Sean to suggest they go back to the room where he would submit to him, doing whatever Sean wanted. Sean leaned forward resting hands on knees and Colton felt a couple of fingers rubbing his knee.
“You want to go back to the room and rest a bit?” said Sean.
“Yes,” Colton replied, then took a quick drink as he looked out over the gulf feeling the fingers rubbing his knee. He pushed back, just a slight push, but enough Sean responded with a little push in return.
The door had barely closed when Sean grabbed Colton by the hand and spun him around then pushed him against the wall. A knee between the legs, hands holding his head, as lips pressed hungrily against his own. He was soon panting and moving his hands from the narrow waist down to the curved ass, pulling Sean against him, feeling the press against his growing cock.
“Fuck…I knew you would,” uttered Sean as he pulled back and pulled Colton to the first bed.
Colton fell back on the bed and let Sean manhandle him. The tug to sit up to get his shirt off, the push to lay back and the lifting of his ass to let swim trunks slide down his legs. He was soon naked, completely naked and Sean crawled up on the bed next to him and took his cock in hand. He moaned as lips closed over it and pushed down.
Opening his eyes, he saw Sean working trunks off with one hand, bracing himself with the other, and all through it, the mouth stayed on his cock, moving up and down. He reached out and rubbed the lower back until slipping fingers down between the cheeks. He wondered if Sean would let him. A shift of the body, and Sean was closer, more in reach and he rubbed fingers down between the cheeks until manipulating the tight opening. He rubbed it as lips moved on his cock. He penetrated it as Sean held his cock and tongued the head making him shudder. He jammed his finger into Sean as his own cock erupted, filling the suctioning mouth with cum.
Sean was straddling his chest, and he opened his eyes to the flared head and thick shaft hovering in his face.
“Will you do it…for me?” said Sean.
Colton opened his mouth and closed his eyes. He felt the cock slide through his lips until pushing into his throat. Then it tugged outward, slowly, letting him sense every inch until just the head was inside his lips. Sean held still and Colton couldn’t stand it. He moved his head as best he could, working lips and tongue over the cock. He moved until his neck ached and had to lay his head back on the pillow. Sean leaned forward, hands braced on the wall and began to work his hips, and Colton kept his lips around the cock as it moved through them.
“Fuck…feels so good,” Sean uttered.
But Sean pulled back and Colton wanted to cry out no. He watched Sean slow stroke his cock, then knee walk backward until between his legs.
“Will you let me?” Sean whispered.
Colton couldn’t find the words, but he could show Sean his willingness. He raised his legs letting Sean take each by the ankle. Spread wide, Sean knee walked up closer until Colton felt cock touch his ass. A rub over it then a press against its tightness.
“Relax Colton. Let me in.”
Head thrown back and gripping the bed tightly, Colton moaned and grunted as he stretched to take Sean. Slowly, the fat head and thick shaft penetrated him, stretched him open until inch after inch was sliding into his depths.
“That’s it…take me. Take me, Colton.”
Colton relaxed to Sean’s penetration, then he held the narrow waist feeling the undulation of the body as it pumped cock inside him. At times pushing until hips banged his ass, then other times pumping furiously, a brutal pace that made his own cock hover over his stomach and drool on it until his slick pooled on it. He rocked in rhythm with Sean’s fuck. The varied pace, each stroking his own arousal, his own lusts.
Sean shifted and Colton opened his eyes as his legs were pushed over and down until his knees were either side of his chest and Sean was bearing down on them pinning him to the bed. Then he felt cock bore into his depths, hard, wickedly fast, hips smacking his ass until it was hard to breathe.
“Fuck…fuck…take me, Colton…take me,” Sean exclaimed.
An arm came around Colton’s head and bent it forward, pinning him beneath Sean. He felt folded up so small, completely blanketed by Sean while taking the thick cock. Taking every inch as hips smacked down on his upturned ass, over and over until he wanted to come.
Sean rose allowing Colton to lay back, legs stretched out. But hands were guiding him to roll over and he willingly complied, quickly getting to his elbows and knees. A hand slid up his back until fingers were combing through his thick brown hair and cock touched his ass. As the hand balled into a fist, the cock penetrated him again, pushed into his ass until hips were against it. A tug on his head, pulling it up and back.
“Do you want me?” asked Sean.
“Yes.”
“Tell me, Colton, admit to your desires.”
“I want you. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, Sean…fuck me.”
And Sean fucked Colton. At first it was a slow pace, head held up as cock pumped inside him. Then Sean let go of his head and held his waist. Fingers dug into flesh as Sean moved faster and faster until smacking against his ass.
“FUCK!” Colton exclaimed. He dropped his head to the bed and rocked with Sean’s fuck. He relished the feel of cock boring into his depths, the constant rhythm of hips banging against his ass, and the obscene utterings, from Sean and himself. His own cock flopped heavily between his thighs, but his nut sac was drawn up tight. He was so close, so fucking close to coming.
Sean lay over Colton, hot sweaty skin rubbing over his back as cock pumped inside his ass. But it was a slower pace, one that allowed him to feel every inch sinking into him. A pace that had Sean grinding hips against his ass once buried all the way. As Sean slow fucked him, Colton felt a hand snake around his waist and take his drooling cock. Sean stroked his cock and fucked his ass, slowly, pushing him to the edge. He wanted to cry out, to beg Sean to finish him off. Then he felt Sean shove into him and shudder against his ass and he knew he was taking his first load of cum. It pushed him over the edge, and he came with the hand slowly stroking him until he was spent and begging Sean to stop.
As the shower steamed up the small bathroom, Sean leaned against the tile wall, ass pushed back with legs spread. Holding Colton by the cock, Sean guided him, tug him into place until his achingly hard cock was pressing against the tight ass.
“Come on, Colton, push it in me.”
Colton pushed, slowly, gently, until he felt his cock squeeze through a tightness that surprised him. It was never like this with Shelley, and it aroused him, made him feel his masculine nature, sexually, with desire he didn’t think he could control…or if he wanted to even try.
Sean was shuddering as he slipped into him. First the arrow shaped head of his cock, then inch after inch of the shaft, wondering if Sean could really take all nine inches. Could he really put all of it inside him? He pushed inward, inch after inch until about six or seven inches were inside Sean, then he held still until hands reached back, held him by the ass and pulled him forward until every inch was buried inside Sean’s ass.
“Goddamn,” uttered Colton as he looked down at his hips pressed against Sean’s ass.
“Colton…fuck me,” Sean uttered.
Colton watched the head angle downward and the ass push back against him as if it could get him deeper. He leaned against the back hugging Sean to his chest and began to work his hips. He fucked slowly, gently, then he fucked with a faster pace until Sean was moaning and grunting. He reached down and took the thick hard cock and stroked it as he pumped his own in Sean’s ass. He found a natural rhythm. Hand stroking a man’s cock. His cock fucking a man’s ass. It felt so right to him, so natural. He fell into a rhythm, fucking and fucking until he realized Sean was pleading with him to come. He kissed the back of the neck, nipped the skin along the right shoulder, all the while fucking and stroking. The surge of release shuddered him, made him cry out, then slam into Sean’s depths and come. As his cock spurt wad after wad inside Sean, he felt the cock within his fist flex with Sean’s release, and he kept stroking and fucking until spent and Sean was begging him to stop.
It was late in the day, the sun low in the western horizon. Colton walked along side of Sean down the beach. It was the section across the bridge, west of Destin, and the only people on the beach were surf fishing. They cut around the men and boys fishing, then walked along the shore where the low waves crashed around their feet.
“This doesn’t feel real,” Colton uttered as he looked out over the water.
“Can it be real?”
The question caused Colton to turn to Sean seeing the seriousness and worry. Did Sean think this was just a buddy fuck over a weekend and once they were back home, he would want nothing to do with him.
“I…I want it to be real.”
“Really?”
“Yes. It scares me to death, but it also makes me happy.”
Sean smiled. “Does this have something to do with your divorce?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know how you got as far as being married.”
“I was miserable. I had to get drunk to have sex with her.”
“Whoa, really. That must have made you depressed.”
“Yeah,” Colton whispered in reply turning to a teenager pulling on his rod and reel. “He’s got something.”
Back in Destin, they went to the Irish pub just over the bridge coming into town where they ate heartedly and drank a few cocktails in celebration of their weekend together. A couple of hours later, Colton stood at the window, naked, Sean stroking his cock and fucking his ass as he looked out over the street, over the buildings on the other side, all the way to the flat horizon that was the Gulf of Mexico.
Colton looked up in time to see Sean come into the diner and make his way across the room. It was Wednesday night, one of many over the last six months, where they met for dinner after the two of them had a long day. Sean at the parts store and Colton framing up a new house or church addition. It was almost a routine how they met in town for dinner, more often on a Saturday night or a Sunday afternoon.
Colton saw the looks, some turning to look over wondering if the rumors were true. That Landon Colton Jackson was shacked up with another man. The guy that was supposed to marry Shelley a few years ago is now living with a man. A man that moved to the area back in the spring, one who attracted the attention of so many available women, each hoping to capture his attention, only to be disappointed by rejection or simply ignored. Now they had a reason for it, how a man could reject so many. Sean Eubanks had chosen Colton.
Colton wondered how long they could continue keeping their secret, or if he really wanted to. It was tiring how they had to watch what they said and how they acted. He had told his parents a couple of months ago, and knew Sean had let some guys at the parts store know, something that was an accidental confession when one of them overheard him on the phone with Colton. But as for the rest of the community, it was just rumor and gossip.
“Hey, have you been waiting long?” asked Sean as he sat opposite of Colton.
“Not too long. How was your day?”
“Busy. So many people are trying to keep some old car or truck running, it keeps us hopping.”
“Did you renew your lease?”
Sean looked up and smiled. “Yes, Colton. I told you it was too soon to completely move into your place.”
“But you’re practically moved in now. Why waste the money on rent?”
“Because I don’t want to rush this. I want you to be sure.”
“I’m sure.”
“Are you? The gossip will get worse. Can you handle it?”
The front door opened, and Colton glanced up curious to know if he knew them. It was Shelley and Rusty. They looked happy, a couple out for dinner, holding hands with such ease. Colton wanted to hold Sean’s hand like that. Shelley spied him and Sean and waved, then she pulled away from Rusty and came their way.
“Hey Shelley,” said Colton.
“Hey yourself. How have you been?”
“Good.”
Shelley looked at Sean, then back at Colton.
“Oh, Shelley, this is Sean, Sean Eubanks. He moved here a few months ago.”
“Nice to meet you, Sean.”
“Nice to meet you,” said Sean.
“You guys just hanging out on a Wednesday night?”
“Yes. Getting dinner since both of us had such a long day,” said Sean.
Shelley turned to Colton. “You know there is a rumor going around about you.” She turned to Sean. “And I assume about you.”
Colton started to deny it, but he pictured how Shelley and Rusty came in, holding hands, and he looked up at Shelley. “I heard about them, and Shelley?”
“Yes, Colton.”
“They’re true. Sean and I are dating.” To show he was serious, he reached across the table and took Sean by the hand as he watched Shelley for her reaction. From the corner of his eye, he could see others looking his way. He could hear an increase in conservations, louder, more intense. But it was Shelley he wanted a response.
Shelley looked at their hands, then to Colton. She smiled, then leaned over closer. “It explains a lot, Colton Jackson.” Then she stood straight and turned to Sean. “Is he good to you?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Shelley chuckled, then turned to go back to Rusty, stopping after a few steps. She turned back to Colton and Sean. “Let’s do dinner one night. Just the four of us.”
