Authors: James Buchanan
- Hard Fall (22 page)
"Do about me?"
"Yeah, I'm guessing you ditched your ride back to T's."
"Well, yeah, told the sheriff to drop me at the end of your drive." He sounded smug, like he'd won some contest nobody told me we were having. "Told him Carlos was already in Panguitch, pretended to call him on my cell phone. Your boss let me off and I walked back up just in time."
Now I looked up, straight at him. "Why didn't you do what I asked you to?" Lord, I was mad. I don't think I'd ever been that angered by someone. My righteous rage should have been directed at Pete. Came all out at Kabe instead. Maybe
'cause I really didn't care if Pete rotted in hell.
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"Leave you to suffer that shit all by yourself?" Kabe said it like he thought I was nuts. "I could see where it was heading
... I'd have to be blind not to."
I said it real slow so he'd understand. "But I asked you to go."
Slumping into the couch, Kabe crossed his arms over his chest and scoffed, "You didn't fucking mean that."
"Maybe I did." First I got him disrespecting me by sticking
'round and now he's telling me I don't know what my own mind is. The bottled up anger, shame, hate, all of it, came hissing out in my tone. "You ever think that maybe I didn't want anybody to see me like this! That I might want to keep that little bit of my pride?" Challenging his little pat assumptions with my glare, I growled, "Did it even cross your mind to respect my wishes or are you just dead set on ignoring everyone? That's how you got into your problem.
Just doing what you darn well please, never mind the consequences or what your family might feel!" I slammed my fist on the table top. I wanted to hit something ... not necessarily him. "Why did you disrespect me like that!"
The blow, even if it hadn't touched him, rocked Kabe back.
"Disrespect you?" His eyes went wide. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I told you to leave."
"It's not disrespecting you." Kabe swallowed and stuttered out, "I wanted to be there with you to help you."
I latched onto his knees and leaned in close to his face.
"You think that maybe, just maybe, I didn't want anyone else to see it?"
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"Joe..."
I wasn't in no mood to hear excuses or nothing. "Don't." I snapped. "Tell me what you heard."
Shaking his head, like there was nothing to hide, he minimized, "It's not important."
"It is." I talked with the voice of the cop inside me. That voice was low and hard and didn't take no guff. "Tell me what you heard."
"He's wrong, Joe."
"You cain't answer a simple question? I want to know. You need to tell me." My face got all tight. I didn't like playing games, not with Kabe or no one else. "Do I need to whoop your hide?" Whooping his hide seemed like a darn fine plan right about then.
He sneered. "You wouldn't." Just under the tone lurked a little fear and it tasted nice.
"Watch me." I don't know why, but I wanted to push him.
"I don't take guff from nobody."
Kabe pointed beyond my shoulder off to where Pete'd run off. "You took it from him, that guy."
"That's different."
"Why is it different?" With his foot Kabe pushed my calf, back and away. He struggled to climb off the couch. Made him crawl over my leg to do it, 'cause I wasn't about to budge. He hit his feet vibrating enough so that I could see the shake in his hand. "Because I'm just some city idiot?" He spat the words with enough nails to frame a barn. "A kid who gives good head? I guess it doesn't matter what I do."
I got my own feet under me and stood. "No. That ain't it."
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"That is it." All righteous and pissed off ... something about that side of Kabe worked heat in my joints. "That's one hundred percent it!" He kept on, his voice getting louder with each word. "I just don't fucking matter to you. You'll just fucking ignore me no matter what!"
"He don't matter." Stepping in, I hissed, "He ain't worth it."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Kabe pushed me back with the flat of his hands and there weren't no give there. "He ain't fucking worth what?"
"Think with that damn fool head of yours?" My voice boomed through my little cabin. "Pete ain't worth it to me!"
Kabe's yell matched mine. "Worth what?"
"Getting riled up over!"
"Well you're
riled up
now!" He laughed in my face. Boy was done for. "Save it all up to take it out on me?" Never heard no one quite that snide, 'cepting maybe me. "I'm just an easy target, huh? Don't live around here. I'm just a stupid con, an idiot who let you fuck me..."
"Shut up!"
He kept at it. "A convenient hole to stick your dick in.
Throw me on my stomach, fuck my ass, and we're done. I'm fucking nothing after all."
"Shut up!"
"Little Kabe." Wiggling his ass, throwing his shoulders
'round like one of those pretty sissy boys in Vegas. "Around for the pretty face and nice dick. Nobody gives a shit about me anyway. Why should you be any different? A convenient fast fuck, no strings attached."
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"I said, shut up!"
"What the fuck is your deal? I came back here to support you and you fucking come down on me? I don't fucking believe you."
I'd had it up to my chin with his attitude and his cursing.
Something snapped, deep down inside. "That's it!" I growled.
Reaching out, I grabbed the front of his T-shirt, twisted my fist all in it and used it to haul him 'round.
Kabe latched onto my arm with both his hands, tried to pry me off. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"I'm sick of your trash mouth." I headed toward the kitchen ... more rightly the little room next to the kitchen.
What I planned, heck I didn't right know, but it had a lot to do with soap and his mouth. "I don't need to hear none of that." The more he struggled, the tighter my grip got. We was in a battle of wills and I sure as shooting wasn't about to lose.
"I heard enough to fill my ears plenty today. I don't need you going on with that filthy language on top of it all."
"Fucking stop it!" He tried to dig in his heels. All it did was scrape his boots across the floor. "Fucking let go, Joe!" He kicked my leg and I stumbled. With the grip and his weight shifted against mine and all the twisting, we went down. He done landed on top of me.
Kabe tried to crawl off. I sat up and latched hold of his jeans. There weren't much holding that expensive denim on his hips. As Kabe scrambled, they came right on down. That flat back melted into real firm packed cheeks, the little V
crease where the crack of his ass started.
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My hand ached with a powerful feeling I ain't never had before. I didn't even know right what I was doing. I hauled back my arm, brought it down and whacked him solid across his butt. Stung my palm, that's how hard, the shock traveling right up to my shoulder.
Kabe jerked like I'd shot him. "Fuck!"
That bare, brown ass right across my knees and bright red where I'd smacked him; all the fight in me took one look at his butt and raced right down into my prick. Lust had never burnt in me that strong. I didn't quite understand it. I sure didn't know why, but I wanted to see that again ... something fierce.
Trying to wriggle off and out of my grip, Kabe almost got away. Nope. No-how. Not happening, not now. I struggled up on one knee, my butt resting on the heel of my left boot.
Managed to drag Kabe over my right leg, wrapped my left arm up under his pits and held him tight. His hands clawed my back, butt and where he could get to on my leg. I hauled off and swatted him again, a little south of where I'd landed the first blow. If it stung my hand that bad, I could imagine what it did to his ass. I managed to get even harder off that thought.
The more he fought me the harder I smacked his ass, till it wasn't nothing but a cherry red expanse of heat. Somewhere in all of it, Kabe's curses faded into hungry moans. Fuck stopped being a curse and turned into a plea. My eyes locked on his backside. Shirt pulled up, all nekkid and his jeans wadded about his knees. I don't think I'd ever witnessed a sight so perfect. He still moved. But instead of trying to get 201
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away he humped into my thigh. That boy was harder than a freeze in January. My leg was all wet from his dripping dick.
'Course my crotch didn't fare much better. I leaked like a sprung hose.
I had to do him.
I had to
fuck
him and how.
Letting him go, shoving him off my knee onto the floor, I grabbed one ankle and yanked off his boot. The other gave me a bit of fit, but then it popped off. I heard a bang and a crash behind me. Heck with it, I'd figure what broke later.
Then I tugged at his jeans. Kabe writhed on the floor, his prick red and weeping, pushing his pants down as much as I pulled 'em off. As they slipped off his legs, a bunch of little plastic pouches rattled to the floor.
Something just ain't right about thanking the Lord for sending you an opportunistic pretty boy who carried a string of condoms and single use packets of lube in his pocket. Still, I did it. I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. The urge on me was stronger than I'd ever felt before. My dick felt like it was on fire. Like he hardly dared move, Kabe watched me with big needy eyes. Took me all of a couple seconds to get out, sheathed and lubed up.
I grabbed Kabe's ankles, brought 'em up and spread him wide open. His prick had darn near gone purple at the head.
It throbbed all hard against his belly, leaking shine all over.
And those dark, furry balls sucked up as tight as walnuts. The trail of dark fur swept down his 'taint, leading my eyes right to his puckered hole. A little bit of red, where my hands had caught the inside of his thighs, looked so pretty.
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Slow, savoring every inch, I pushed inside his tight ass.
Kabe groaned, trying to find some purchase to push back.
The way I had him strung up—legs in the air, ass lifted off the ground—weren't no place for him to get a grip. He reached back above him and latched onto one of the table legs. He tried to arch his back and didn't do more than twist himself harder on my dick.
When I made it all the way in, I stopped for a bit. There ain't nothing in the world like being surrounded by all that tight heat. It swept over me, filling me up to my soul with fire. I breathed it, like I breathed his smell. Sweat dampened his pits and beaded on his face. It mixed with the musty cologne from his balls and his prick. Somewhere over it laced the smell of girls at the pool in summer ... Holy hell, the lube smelled like coconut. I'd have to give him grief later.
"Stroke yourself, boy." I ordered in a voice I ain't never heard out of my mouth before. I'd have quaked in my boots from it. Kabe just got all trembley, like a horse dancing for the start of a race. I pulled back, the loss of him overwhelming me. As I shoved back in, Kabe reached down and wrapped his fist around his prick. He turned his face to the side. His mouth fell open and his eyes kinda fluttered like they couldn't decide whether to stay open or closed. Few things I'd ever seen looked so pretty.
Hard, insistent, but slow as molasses in winter, I plowed his ass. I don't know how long I kept us like that. I'd tell him to speed up or slow down, just 'cause I could and he'd do it.
His hole grabbed me so tight. The sound of his panting, both of us moaning and my balls slapping his ass rang in my ears.
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Lord I could taste Kabe on my tongue, his scent was so powerful. My whole body froze over, my senses unable to cope with all the sensations. Finally, I reduced myself to a jumbled mass of nerves.
I leaned over, sliding his ankles up on my shoulders and planted my hands on either side of his chest. "If you done anything right in your life, you cum now." I ordered.
Kabe started breathing out, "Fuck!" His hand flew over his dick, pumping like he'd die if he slowed. Then everything jerked. His ass got so tight, the squeeze was almost painful. I kept plowing through it. Smelled his spunk as it shot out of his prick. Spattered me on my belly ... caught him right up on his chin. Two more thrusts and I groaned long and hard.
Every inch of my soul collapsed into him. Rolling waves took me under and I lost my sense of self for a bit.
For a time I couldn't trust myself to move. I just held myself up with locked elbows and shook. When he reached up to brush the sweat outta my eyes, I panted out his name. "I never. Oh, Lord, Kabe. You gotta stay. Not go." Heck, my thoughts were so mixed up I didn't even know what I was thinking or asking or what.
"Okay," Kabe still trembled some. I guess I did, too.
Slowly I eased myself onto the floor. Lord, but the wood was cold. I hissed when my bare thigh touched it.
There I was, lying on my back and staring at the ceiling.
My jeans gaped open and bunched under my thighs. Still wrapped in the condom, cum leaking from the base, my dick wouldn't come down from half hard. Nekkid Kabe, wearing nothing but his socks and rucked up shirt, pressed all against 204
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me, worshiped every muscle he could get to with his hands and his hot tongue. I couldn't move. Never been hit by anything that powerful.
Overwhelmed.
Lost.
Falling.
My chest heaved. I shook. I pulled Kabe hard against me, turned my face into his chest. My eyes burned, my chest seized and I bawled like a baby.
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"Come on, Joe." Something, someone, plucked at my arm.
I groaned and pulled the pillow over my head. Maybe if I ignored them, whoever it was would go away. With all that happened just yesterday—getting suspended, taking on Pete Sampris and last night's lay down with Kabe—there weren't nothing to get up to. I didn't think there'd ever be again. Out of the Church. Out of a job. People I thought were my friends would avoid me. If it all didn't just kill my mom and dad, it'd be a miracle. Figured those were in fair short supply. My life rested at the bottom of a slot canyon in a thousand little broken bits.
