Interregnum, A Curt Huntinghawk Story, Part #1

 markwildyr.com, Post #127

Okay, okay. Some of you are impatient for another dose of Hawk, so I’ll give in and do another one. As usual, I’ll post weekly until the story is completed.

Here we go.

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INTERREGNUM, A Curt Huntinghawk Story, Part 1 

          Curt Huntinghawk woke to find Grover Whitedeer studying him across the pillow in the breaking dawn. Hawk greeted his best friend and lover, stretching lazily and stroking Grove’s bare chest fondly.

          “I don’t wanna go, Hawk,” Grove said. “Tell me not to, and I won’t.”

          “If you don’t, you might never see your mom again. I won’t be responsible for that.”

          “I wouldn’t feel any more shitty about that than leaving you,” Grove observed, laying a hand on Hawk’s muscled shoulder before heaving himself out of bed. “It’s not like my family’s all that close. Yeah, I know, she’s my mom.”

          Hawk shaved a three-day growth of almost non-existent stubble while Grove pissed and brushed his teeth. After that, they met in the shower. Today would be their last opportunity to make love for some time. Once Grove was on a plane headed east, neither knew when he’d return. He’d given up his apartment and took an indefinite leave of absence from the Rezagados Colorados yesterday after his brother’s call about his mother’s cancer. No one knew exactly what the future held or when it would arrive.

          Grove leaned on his hands against the front of the shower while Hawk lathered his body. They paused to kiss before exchanging places. Once they were squeaky clean, they entwined themselves to deposit semen on one another’s bellies, Grove drew a ragged breath and whispered in Hawk’s ear.

          “I know you, Curt Huntinghawk. Just like you know me. I-I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, and—”

          “Hush, Grove. I’ll wait for you.”

          “No you won’t. And I can’t promise anything in return. We’re both sexual animals. And once we discovered one another, the ladies don’t do it for us… at least not as a steady diet.”

          He hugged Hawk closer. “So it’s okay. You can find somebody, just don’t forget me.”

          Hawk stroked the back of his lover’s neck. “Never! And I’ll—”

          “No you won’t. Not if I’m gone for long.”

          “Okay, deal. For both of us. It’s okay to get with someone. But it won’t mean anything. Just a holding pattern for when you’re back. Same goes for you. Okay?”

          “Deal. But—” Grove’s hands fondled Hawk’s buttocks. “—not there. That belongs to me.”

          “You got it.”

          “Damn, Hawk,” Grove whispered distractedly, “you’re so much man, how did we ever get together?”

          “Slowly and carefully,” Hawk said with a smile, recalling the long, painful process.

           Three hours later, Hawk stood watching a Southwest Airlines flight take off from the Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport carrying his friend… his lover away from him for God knows how long. His gut clenched as the aircraft disappeared from view.

           Hawk suffered on his lonely trip back home. He ran a gamut of emotions, surprised to discover that anger was among them. He was angry at fate for imposing this obligation, with Grove because he was flying away in a big silver bird, with himself because he should have insisted they wait for one another instead of agreeing each was free to find relief with someone else.

          The next day when he reported to work, Amadeo Tomé, his boss at the Red Rezes, assigned him a new partner.

          “Hawk, be reasonable,” the man argued when Hawk bucked. “I shoulda broke you and Grove up a long time ago. You’re two of the best I’ve got, and you oughta train the new men. Besides, you know I don’t like my men to work alone.”

          “All right, but only till Grove comes back. We’ve got the best interdiction record in the outfit, and you don’t want to fuck with that.”

          “We’ll see,” Amadeo hedged.

          “Bullshit. Either Grove’s my partner, or I’ll find something else!”

          Hawk—with a youngster in tow—left for the desert country south of them wondering if he’d revealed too much to Amadeo. The man was no fool, but loyalties ran deep among the men, especially long-time partners. He suddenly smiled, realizing that he didn’t really give a damn. Let him think whatever he wanted. The revelation was liberating.

          “Come on, kid. You drive; I’ll keep an eye out,” he said to Robert Tanara, tossing him the keys to the four-by-four.

          They cut three different sets of tracks and followed each on foot until they were certain of what they had, two small groups of illegal aliens and a team of drug mules. They reported the wanna-be-immigrants to INS by radio and set out cross-country at a steady trot after the mules.

          Robert Tanara was from a neighborhood tribe but was taller and more slender than the locals due to outside blood, probably. He looked impossibly young even though Hawk knew he was twenty-one. Robert had been with the Rezagados about three months and followed a pretty faint trail, meaning he had a good eye for sign on rocky ground. Hawk thought of him as a kid, a boy, but Robert was a man. They caught the two drug runners as they neared civilization in the middle of the hot afternoon.

          The smugglers tried to run, but the desert had taken its toll. The traficantes didn’t have the stamina to make it back to the truck, so Hawk used his hand-held to radio for help. Amadeo was pleased with the ten pounds of pure cocaine and hundred pounds of weed they recovered.

          By the time they started back for headquarters, Hawk knew he had a devoted admirer in his new partner. Later as he left Amadeo’s office at headquarters, Hawk overheard the snatch end of a whispered conversation. Robert was singing his praises. Hawk said goodnight and headed home.

          Grove called a week later. His mom had stabilized, but he was going to hang around until something happened, and nobody could tell him when that would be. Bitter disappointment ringed Hawk’s heart when Grove said he had a lead on a job. That meant Grove expected to be there awhile.

          As soon as he hung up, Hawk headed for the Blue Mesa Bar and downed four beers without doing much breathing between bottles. Mindful that he had been at the edge of becoming an alcoholic when he was a teenager, Hawk started to nurse his bottle instead of draining it. He became a little more sociable, trading small talk with Sheila, the Pueblo girl he used to go to bed with fairly regularly. He ended up at a back table with a few of the Red Rezes, including his new partner, Robert Tanara. Before the evening was out, Hawk knew with absolute certainty that Robert would come home with him and do anything he asked. Not that the boy was queer, but he was into some heavy hero-worship that made Hawk uneasy enough to leave early. When the door opened behind him as he was crossing the parking lot, he knew without looking that Robert had followed.

          “Hey, partner!” the young man called. “Wait up.”

           Hawk turned, dismayed that the boy looked so handsome in the faint outdoor lighting. “Yeah?”

          “It’s early,” Robert said uncertainly. “Thought you might want to grab a six-pack.” The young man laughed nervously. “Guess I’m still wired from this afternoon. It was my first interdiction,” he admitted ruefully.

           Hawk eased up. “That can get the blood flowing, but there’ll be more.”

           “Yeah, for sure with you as my partner.”

          “Look, kid. I’m no different from any of the guys with some time under their belts. I joined the Rezes when I was your age. I can track and have some endurance. That’s all. No more; no less.”

          “Yeah,” Robert said. “I understand. Sorry, I bothered you.”

          Hawk relented. “I could use another beer. Meet me at the back wall.”

          “You bet!” the youth said, suddenly beaming.

 

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Well, well, it didn’t take long for temptation to rear its head. What was it, a week? Next week, let’s see what happens.

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DJH’s Story – Finale

Daniel’s discovered that two of his hunky cousins are very, very into what he’s been hankering for. Very satisfactory results. So what happens next? Let’s find out.

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MORE HUNKY COUSINS

     Farm work conspired to rob us of the time to meet in the straw stack for the rest of the week. At least it kept me from the secret room, but in my mind’s eye, I saw Jim and Frank going at it hot and heavy. I despaired of getting back with them before they ran out of semen to share with me. After all, they were both married. That meant they not only had to satisfy each other and me, they also had wives to service.

     My family, in fact most families in this little farm town, were big on marriage. It was de rigueur. Necessary. Required. I was still in school, so my single state was acceptable.

     The next time I got some free time, I scooted over to the hay barn just in time to see Jim scaling the straw pile. With my heart in my throat, I broke into a run, anxious to get there before too much had gone on. Was I afraid there wouldn’t be enough to go around?

     Halfway up the side of the stack, I knew they heard me because everything went quiet inside. Then Jim popped up through the opening. He grinned when he saw who it was and waved me on up.

     “It’s the new blood,” he yelled down inside. “Daniel’s hot and ready to go.”

     And I was. I’d sprung a bone as soon as I saw his handsome face. When I reached the top and looked down inside, my eyes popped golf to ball size and my mouth fell open so that I almost drooled down into the room. Not only was Jim there, still fully dressed except for boots, but Frank was lying on his back, nude as he could be – with hard, naked male flesh on either side of him. My mouth snapped shut as I recognized two more cousins, Lynn and Darrel. Made me wonder if four handsomer men ever got together anywhere … bare-assed, that is.

     I froze until Darrel, my brown-haired, brown-eyed first cousin with a bubble butt I’d dreamed about for years, looked up and yelled for me to come on down. That’s all it took. I slithered down, and Jim caught me or I’d have landed hard and broken my stiff cock for sure. Then everything was like it was before, except there were four of them yanking my clothes off and examining my equipment like they were buying a bull at the sales barn.

     “Yep, that’s a Hawley cock,” Lynn said. “Looks like yours, Jim.”

     I beamed. Jim had the best-looking prick in the family as far as I was concerned.

     “Big balls. You guys ain’t been giving them enough action.” Darrel squeezed my sac gently, which made my cock jump in Lynn’s hand.

     “Haven’t seen him in a week,” Jim said. “But they’re gonna get drained today.”

     They put me on my back and then took charge of different parts of my anatomy. Darrel’s full lips gave me a hard kiss on the mouth. Linn attended my nipples and torso. Jim lowered his head to my cock while Frank got between my legs and started rubbing them. Pretty soon, I felt him reach for more sensitive flesh. Before Jim got me halfway to ejaculation, Frank’s fingers teased my pucker string. They were all still working away when I started jerking like a spastic. That orgasm about put me into orbit. But I soon struggled back to earth. There were games to be played!

     Jim took charge of the arrangements. He put me on my belly with Lynn at my head and Darrel mounted in the rear. I could tell from his entry this wasn’t Cousin Darrel’s first time. So I gobbled Lynn’s prick while Darrel fucked my ass.

     As soon as they were finished, they sat back and watched as Jim and Frank took over. This time, Frank presented his cock to my mouth, while Jim fucked me most of the way to Nirvana. After an hour, I knew that Darrel had the biggest cock among us, but my hero, Jim, was the best fucker of the bunch. Everyone insisted I gave the best blowjob.

     I think that was the best summer of my life to that point.

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     I believed I had the most wonderful family in the entire Western World. I could hardly wait for summer and spring break vacations because I could return to the greatest sex parties – bar none – including college hijinks. One by one my cousins got married. First, it was Lynn and then Darrel. By the time I graduated college, I was the only one who hadn’t found a flesh and blood wife.

     The summer after graduation was a little different. The sex was still great, but I started getting a few little hints about settling down and building a family. I expected this from my parents and grandparents, but from my cousins? But there it was.

     “It’s time, bro. Find a heifer and take her to the cowshed.” I don’t know how many times I heard that one before I broke down and asked a girlfriend to marry me. To my surprise, she did.

     I don’t want to confess how many years our romps in the straw shed went on. I should have been the happiest guy around. But I’d made a mistake, and probably realized it – at least subconsciously – while I was making it. I stuck it out as long as I could, but my marriage fell apart. And I knew exactly why. I was crippled from living a sham marriage and for denying who I was.

     So I stood up like a man and did what was right. I got a divorce and came out of the closet. I expected the experience to be painful, but it wasn’t. It was liberating. However, what came next was hurtful.

     To a man, my four beautiful, sexy cousins who had fucked me, sucked me, and jerked me off for years, who had allowed me the most intimate liberties with their manly bodies told me they couldn’t have anything to do with me. They weren’t gay and couldn’t afford to associate with anyone who was.

     I was devastated and struggled with the rejection for years, but I persevered and survived. I’ve learned a bit in the intervening time. There are a lot of screwed up people out there who don’t even realize they are crippled by their need to “conform.” Oh, I think my cousins are convinced they are happy with their lives. But then, so was I until I came to my senses. Who knows what would have happened if Jim or Frank or Lynn or Darrel had faced facts. Maybe nothing. Maybe what they have is all they want … or deserve.

     As for me, I’ve lived the life I wanted and never regretted a thing except for being estranged from some people who were pretty important to me at one time. I’ve had a successful career. Even more, I have enjoyed a long and open relationship with a loving, handsome man who complements me physically and intellectually … and best of all, spiritually.

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Readers, I do not know "Daniel" beyond a few electronic communications and one telephone call. We may be able to meet in person when he and his companion come to Santa Fe in October for a professional meeting. I’m looking forward to that possibility.

Even so, I’m convince that his cousins are the losers in this situation. They deprived themselves and their families of the company of a pretty solid citizen. At any rate, DJH, thanks for telling me your story and allowing me share it with others.

Guys, as usual, thanks for reading, and come back soon.

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Mark

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