I just couldn't understand why my sister kept friends like Darren. She'd been raised in the country like me, with different values. I was proud to be southern and redneck. I wore my boots, jeans, muscle shirts and Stetson everywhere. I had a pick-up truck, with a shotgun rack. My license plates displayed the Confederate battle flag and the only thing my radio played was country. Old school honky tonk, not contemporary Nashville pop.
Now here was sis hanging out with a flamboyant little queer. I shook my head.
Darren was short for a guy and lean, with dark hair and eyes and a swarthy complexion. He worked as a barista alongside my sister in the same coffee shop near the college they both attended (that was another thing, college - what a crock of shit I thought, more like liberal re-education camps). I'd went straight to work after high school, earning an honest living in construction. I had a strong back and two good hands. It was man's work. Real men didn't serve syrupy coffee topped with whipped cream.
I was just glad my father was dead and gone. At least he was spared my Sister's behavior.
Everyday after work I'd pick sis up from her job and give her a ride home. She took it upon herself to offer Darren rides too. I just scowled at her and she laughed and shoved me. "Oh be nice."
I'd sit and bite my tongue while Darren fairly bounced along in the rearseat rolling his eyes and talking animatedly with his hands in his high pitched girly voice about the hot guy that had come through the drive through at noon or some actor he'd taken a .... what was his word for it?? Oh yeah, a "boy crush" on.
That was nothing though, the day eventually came that I was sure sis had lost her damned mind. She met me at the truck, a serious expression on her face.
"Darren lost his apartment the other night," she said. "There was a fire in the building and now he's homeless. He's in a real bind. I know you've got that big old place out on the edge of town and..."
I frowned and stared at her hard.
"Dammit Billy Joe," she frowned back. "Stop being such a redneck bigot for a minute and listen to me. He's my friend and I love him to death and he needs help. You've got that big old house all to yourself and he can pay half on expenses or what not. It's not like your suddenly going to catch germs and become gay because he's there."
I spat on the ground. "Uh huh. And what happens when my boys at work find out I've got some little fruitcake staying at my place??"
She sighed. "Billy Joe, please?? I don't want him living at some shelter. Those places are horrid."
In the end I agreed to it because I've never been able to say no to my little sister. She knew it, and I was pissed at her for what I considered to be her manipulation of that one weakness in my character.
I drove to Darren's former apartment and sat listening to Mel Tillis while he loaded up the stuff he'd managed to save in the back. When I saw him sturggling with a bed frame I smirked and got out.
"I've got it," I said, pulling it from him in one hand and loading it easily in the truck. I just helped load the rest because he was going so slow. Eventually we were on the road.
After a miles long silence, he looked at me. "You don't like me very much do you??"
I sighed. "Nothing personal."
"It feels personal," he said.
"You make me uncomfortable," I admitted.
"Why??"
"You just do," I frowned. "I ain't used to people like you."
"Gays??"
"No, people like you," I repeated. "I knew a gay guy in high school. He didn't act nothing like you. He acted like what he was, a man."
Darren rolled his eyes and looked out the window. "Well, we all have different personalities. We can't help who we are."
I wasn't so sure about that, but I held my peace. When we got to the house he jumped out and started gushing.
"Oh em gee! It's gorgeous! I feel like John Boy on Walton's Mountain, hehe," he smiled. "Goodnight Mary Ellen! Goodnight Grandpa!"
I sighed and looked around. I didn't have any neighbors nearby, but I wanted to be sure nobody was watching this scene. I helped him unload his stuff and gave my dog an annoyed look when it charged from the front porch and started wagging its tail and licking Darren's face and hands instead of treeing him. Traitor.
"How did you get a big old house like this??" Darren asked.
"Belongs to my boss at work," I said. "Originally he let me stay here while I fixed the place up for him. It was a mess. Afterwards he just let me keep living here. He decided he didn't want to live in the sticks afterall."
"I've never lived in the country," Darren told me. "I've always wanted to. I can't wait to go to bed tonight and hear crickets chirping and coyotes yipping instead of listening to sirens and cars driving past my window bumping hiphop."
That night we had pizza for dinner, on account I couldn't cook for shit. Darren looked surprised. "You don't cook?? I'm a gourmet. I can cook anything, if you'll pardon my total lack of humility. I'll cook from now on. Too much of this stuff," he waved a crust of pizza in the air. "Will take 20 years off your life."
"Well," I considered. "I ain't no vegetarian and I don't eat stuff like quiche or tofu."
"No quiches or tofu, I solemnly swear!" He put one hand on his chest and raised the other in the air.
Over the following month it actually wasn't half bad having Darren at the house. True, my dog had abandoned me and now spent all his time following Darren around, and on Darren's days off I was apt to wake up to the sound of Lady Gaga or Iggy Azalea while Darren cleaned house, dancing around in short shorts with a broom in his hand. But the great food and just the company made up for a lot of the minor annoyances. And he liked baseball. Yeah, he liked the damned Giants, while I was a true blue Dodger. But at least we could watch the games and argue over balls and strikes.
One day sitting outside the coffee shop, waiting for Darren to pick up his check, my sister smiled at me.
"What??" I asked.
"Thanks," she said. "You know, underneath all those walls you throw up to make everyone think your a dick, your actually a pretty nice guy."
"Is that supposed to be a compliment??" I frowned.
"If I tell you something, promise not to blow up or freak out??"
"What??" I stared at her.
"Promise."
"I promise, now what??"
"Darren has a crush on you," she giggled. "He thinks your hot."
I exhaled and made a face.
"Billy Joe," she said. "You promised! He won't say or do anything. He just likes you. You should be flattered."
We both saw him exit the building and start toward us. Sis glared at me "Be nice!"
I said nothing as Darren got in and I took sis home, then headed back to my place.
That night after dinner, sitting out on the porch and enjoying the evening breeze, Darren came out and sat down beside me.
"Nice night," he said.
"Uh huh," I replied.
A quiet moment passed then, "Is something wrong?? You've been really quiet today."
"Nope," I said.
"You aren't going to tell me," he muttered.
"Sissy said you got a crush on me or something," I finally said.
"I'm going to strangle her," Darren groaned and ran a hand down his face. "I'm sorry. I never should have said anything. I should have just kept it to myself."
"I kind of like you too," I mumbled.
"What??" Darren blinked. "What did you say??"
"I said I kind of like you too," I repeated. "I don't know when I started to, but... well, there it is."
"Really??"
I nodded. "I ain't never so much as thought about another man that way in my life. But lately, I think about you."
"Spill!" Darren smiled. "I want the juicy details of those thoughts, mister."
I couldn't help but smile a little at his exuberance. "Excitable, ain't you??"
He grinned prettily and shoved me. "Spill!"
"Well,&qu ot; I shrugged. "I just... you turn me on sometimes. When your dancing around, or you smile a certain way. I've had dreams and wake up hard as a rock."
He bat his eyes "Dreams about moi, got you hard??"
I nodded again. "I kinda want to fool around sometimes."
He laughed. "Why didn't you ever say something??"
"Because," I sighed. "I'm not gay. At least, I never have been."
"Honey," he leaned against me. "If you want to fuck me, you can't be totally straight."
I sat there quiet for a long moment. "I guess your right. I don't know how to feel about that right now."
I felt him put an arm around my shoulders. "How about we make love and you decide in the morning?? If it's not for you, it never happens again and I never mention it to a soul."
I considered. "Ok."
We went inside and the second the door was shut, we started kissing. Rough, intense kisses that mashed our lips together. I picked him up off the floor and held him tight against my body, as I walked us both clumsily toward my bedroom. The dog, suddenly excited and wanting to "play" too, began barking and circling us, nearly tripping me. I shooed him away and shut the bedroom door behind me with a foot.
I dumped Darren on the bed and stripped my shirt off, exposing my well defined, muscular upper body. Darren's eyes traveled from my hairy chest down to the little happy trail that vanished behind the top of my jeans and belt buckle. Next I pulled off my boots and then unbuckled and unzipped my jeans and shrugged out of them. I never wore underwear, so my cock sprang out, still hardening and bouncing in the air.
Darren whistled. "Oh honey, your huge..."
"Why ain't you naked??" I asked.
He laughed and started to undress. He had a slender, lithe body like a gazelle. Unlike me, he was near totally hairless. He shaved, I guessed. I liked the effect. His cock was only half the size of my own, but I didn't care. It was his ass I was interested in and it was nice and fleshy and round. More cushion for the pushin, as the saying went.
I climbed into bed on top of him and pinned him down, my mouth running over his skin, kissing, licking, biting. He grunted slightly.
"Your a little aggressive."
"I like it rough and aggressive," I replied in a low, husky aroused voice. We kissed and I moved down, paying attention to his nipples and tummy and naval, before playing with his cock and sucking it. I discovered I really enjoyed having another man's cock in my mouth. I loved how it felt and how it tasted. I swirled my tongue around it, and sucked and ran my teeth up and dow the shift. He moaned and writhed around on the bed. Slicking my finger with saliva I began fingering his asshole while giving him head. When he said he was going to cum, I slipped him out of my mouth and watched him spurt gobs of warm white jizz onto his chest and belly. He reached a hand down and scooped some up and ate it, then he offered me a taste and I sucked his fingers clean.
Turning him onto his stomach I reached for the tube of astroglide I kept (even before Darren I had an anal fetish and kept lube for the women I'd invite home from time to time) and slathered it on my cock, then lubed his anus heavily. Getting a firm grip on his slender hips I slowly entered his rectum, feeling his tight muscles clench and relax on my cock. Once I was deep inside of him, I began pumping my hips, sliding in and out at a steady pace.
"Oh fuck yeah," he grit his teeth and pushed back against me. "Fuck my ass baby, Mmm yeah.. just like that."
I slowly worked up to a faster, rougher pace, slapping his ass with every other stroke and making the bed squeak and rock, thumping the wooden floor. He worked one hand beneath himself and began masturbating furiously while I anal fucked him. When I came, it was explosive. My whole body seemed to seize up and I strained, muscles locking while a huge load of cum flowed from my cock into his ass.
When I could finally relax again, I collapsed beside him on the bed and breathed heavily.
He lay there on his belly, smiling. He'd came at the same time.
I woke up bright and early the next morning. Darren wasn't in bed. For a minute I wondered if the previous night had just been a really intense dream spawned by Sissy's revelation. Then as I pulled on my jeans and staggered to the bathroom to relieve myself, Darren poked his head around the door to the kitchen and smiled at me.
"Hey babe," he grinned. "Hungry?? Should be after last night. I made you a huge breakfast."
I nodded, saying nothing and went to pee. So it had happened.
We ate mostly in silence. He kept staring at me. Finally, I stopped eating.
"What??"
&qu ot;Well," he asked. "How do you feel now??"
I thought about it. Wondering how this relationship was any different than one I'd have with a woman. I liked Darren, I enjoyed his company (little annoyances aside). He cooked great, and the sex had been more than satisfying.
"How would you feel about giving this thing a go," I asked. "Maybe see how far we get??"
He smiled. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were asking me if you could be my boyfriend, mister."
"I am," I said.
"Well then," he pretended to consider it gravely, arms folded. "I suppose my answer is yes."
"Had to think about it huh??" I asked, pretending to be annoyed.
He giggled and came over and we kissed. "Aww, our first fight."
I laughed.
"You know," he said, a wolfish gleam in his big dark eyes. "The best thing about fighting is making up afterwards."
"I seem to have heard that to be a truth," I said, gulping down coffee. "Something about the sex being really good after a fight."
"We should test that theory."
I agreed. I followed him into the bedroom.