Markwildyr.com, Post #202
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According to the last post, it appears the new kid in town has come to the aid of Joseph. I hope it was in time, Joe seemed on the point of freezing when he finally found the rude shack and was taken in by the newcomer. Let’s see what happens.
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JOSEPH
AND JOSE
I came back from wherever I
was enough to realize my teeth weren’t chattering, although I was still cold.
Except for my back. My back was warm and cozy. That’s when I figured out the
Mexican kid was snuggled up against me to lend his body warmth to me.
“T-thanks,” I stuttered. “You saved
my bacon.”
“What you doing out here
falling in the creek?”
“Hunting. What’re you doing
out here in your underwear?”
That set him to laughing so
hard I realized we were flesh to flesh, although he probably had on his
skivvies. Even so, he sorta poked me in the but with each guffaw.
“I built this place so I could
come out and meditate. I keep it real warm so I can strip down. Helps me get
into the mood.” He laughed again, poking me a little more. “But my back gets
cold, so I just turn around and put my back to the fire sometimes. What’s your
name?
“Joseph. Joseph Hardin.”
“Me too. Jose. That’s Joseph
in Spanish. Jose Martinez.”
“They call me Joe,” I added.
“Me too. Jose. It’s the same.
But maybe I oughta shorten it like you do. You can call me Ho.”
We both laughed at that, and
the poking got a little harder.
I tried to make a joke of it “You
realize we’re two necked dudes laying back to front, don’t you?”
“I got a little more modesty
than you. I got my shorts on.”
“Well, you’re the one that took
mine off. What do you say to that?”
“That I oughta get up and go
turn your clothes to dry the other side.”
I got chilled again when he
got up. I watched as he carefully laid a log on the dwindling fire before going
to tend to my clothes. I’d been right. The guy was slender, but he had muscles.
He turned and caught me
eyeballing him. “What?” he said.
Trying to be cool, I said the
first thing I thought of. “You’ve seen mine. Gonna show me yours?”
I hadn’t expected him to take
me seriously, but he rolled his jockeys down and stepped out of them. ”Good to
see you gringos built just like la gente.”
I took that to mean we were
built alike. Then the next dumb thing came out of me. “Some bigger’n others.”
He spread his legs
suggestively. “You wanna measure, come on.”
So I wandered straight into
deep water. “No good measuring them this way.”
“When you right, you right,”
Jose said as he grasped himself.
In for a nickel; in for a
dime. I stood in front of him. Had him by half a head, so this is one I oughta
win… easy. I grabbed myself and pumped away. Strangely, I wasn’t a bit cold
now.
There was just the sound of
two guys whacking for a minute before he spoke again. “I don’t get my biggest
when I’m doing myself.”
“Your problem.”
“Hey, you wanna be fair, don’t
you?” He held out his hands and thrust his hips forward again.
I took the bait and grabbed
him. He was already decent-sized. Then I felt his hand on me and did a little
more growing, myself.
We were both panting when he
spoke again. “You wanna know how I really get it big?”
I didn’t answer, but he showed
me anyway. After another half hour, we were both sprawled on the blankets gasping
for breath.
“N-never did measure,” I managed
to say.
“Have… have to do it next
time,” Jose answered.
Well, well,
well. Who would have imagined. Anything close to this (minus the
life-threatening aspect) ever happen to you? Tell me about it.
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