Ben and Jeff

Markwildyr.com, Post #199

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Apparently Gabacho is a character I ought to pay more attention to. Readers seem to like him.

 

But for today, it’s a piece of flash fiction.

 

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BEN AND JEFF

Puffy white clouds with blue underbellies stacked up to the east, hiding the sun, but the rest of the sky was a clear cobalt over the two friends lying in the grass of a fallow field on a rare day off from school and chores. Jeff looked his age, while Ben appeared two years younger than his buddy. But in truth, he was eighteen, as well.

“Ben?”

“Yeah?”

“What you thinking about?”

“Sex.”

Jeff came up on his elbow and scowled. “Not either.”

“Am too.”

No you’re not.” Jeff waved an arm over Ben. “You always puff up down there when you’re thinking about sex.”

“Not always.”

“Do too.” Jeff pointed. “See, you’re doing it now.”

“Course I am. You’re looking at it.”

“Hard not to when it’s growing like that.”

“Wouldn’t be growing if you weren’t looking.” Ben paused. “What’re you thinking about?”

“Well… sex now, since you brought it up.”

“You asked.”

“I was gonna say that cloud over there looks like a dragon.”

Ben pointed. “Yeah, and that one over yonder looks like the state I’m in.”

Jeff squinted. “Does, kinda. But it looks more like mine. Bigger.”

“Ha! How do you know it’s bigger?”

“I’m bigger’n you are all over. ’Sides, I’ve seen you in gym class.”

Ben snorted. “Not like this, you haven’t. You think you’re bigger, prove it.”

“I’m not in your condition.”

“Well, get there so we can measure.”

“Measure? How’d talk about clouds end up being about measuring our things?” Jeff wanted to know.

“Didn’t start out that way. Started out me answering your question about sex.”

“Wasn’t a question about sex.”

“You getting off the subject. You afraid to measure?” Ben looked down at himself. “Look, it grew some more.”

Did seem that way. His britches looked like a miniature tent. Jeff glanced around nervously. “Somebody’s gonna see.”

“Come on! Nobody in this field except for us. Besides, we’re kinda in a little hollow. You sound like you’re afraid to measure.”

“Not afraid. Don’t know why I’d want to do it, that’s all.”

“Well, hell!” Ben exclaimed, grabbing his trousers and jerking them down. “Now you’ve seen mine, so you gotta show me yours.”

“No law says that,” Jeff exclaimed, beginning to squirm a little.

Ben fished for something to say. “Law of equal friendship.”

“What the hell. That’s not a law.”

“If it’s not, it oughta be. Come on.”

Jeff reluctantly tugged his britches down. “There.”

“Crap, you gotta get it hard if we’re going to measure fair and square.”

“Aw….”

Ben reached for him. “Here, I’ll do it for you.”

Jeff’s eyes scanned the horizon frantically as he batted Ben’s hand away.

“Like I said, nobody around.” Ben reached for him again.

This time, Jeff just lay back while his buddy massaged him. Felt kinda good. Good enough to get him aroused.

“Damn!” Ben exclaimed. “You wasn’t kidding.” He scooted over so their hips touched. Man, you way bigger than I am. I cede the field to a superior force,” he rambled, thinking he’d read something like that somewhere. But he kept on holding onto Jeff, and pumping his fist just a little.

“Uh,” Jeff mumbled, unable to keep his hips from moving.

That made Ben bolder. He pumped harder. “Feel good?”

“Uh… guess so.”

“So you do me. Fair’s fair.”

“I don’t know….”

Ben grabbed Jeff’s hand and pressed it down on himself. “Fair’s fair,” he repeated.

Both of them grew a little more as they lay side by side, Ben’s left leg over Jeff’s right, fists moving, first at a leisurely pace, then more urgently.

The clouds had moved over half the sky and turned a bit grayer by the time both boys spasmed and lay breathing heavily, as if unwilling to be the first to move or speak, and both thinking that if there wasn’t a law about mutual relief… there ought to be.

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After writing this, I realized it’s one of the very few pieces I’ve written from the omniscient point of view. For non-writers, that means you know what both characters are thinking simultaneously, and are not limited to the awareness of the “viewpoint character.” Seems to work all right here. Be interested in knowing if you think it worked.

 Still need reviews of Wastelakapi, on Amazon…indeed all the Wildyr books. I need stars, guys. ALSO, please friend this site. Apparently, that matters in the internet world.

 By the way, JMSnyder Books is republishing Charlie Blackbear as an ebook on the 8^th of this month. I’m told that print books should start coming out soon.

 My contact information is provided below in case anyone wants to drop me a line:

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 See you later.

 Mark

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Hawk in the City (Part 3 of 3 parts)

markwildyr.com, Post #112

I don’t think Hawk’s visit to the big city is going exactly the way he planned. Or perhaps he didn’t plan anything, just waited to see what would happen. Well, Sam the waiter happened. What will this final installment bring?

*****

A HAWK IN THE CITY

Hawk stared out early and mid-morning stopped at a rest stop where a young man walked up to the urinal beside him.

          “Saw you drive in. You’re headed south, aren’t you?”

          “Yeah,” Hawk said, looking over at the man. Mid-twenties, clean-shaven. Obviously spent a lot of time in the gym. His features were pleasant, no more. But his body was super.

          “Can I hook a lift? Busted, so I can’t help with the expenses, but I sure would appreciate it.”

          “Sure. Going that way anyway.”

          The man seemed relieved. “Thanks. I was beginning to worry about getting pinched for hitchhiking. I hear they’re tough about it in this state.”

          “Where you headed?” Hawk asked, walking to the sink to wash his hands.

          “Corpus Christi. On leave from the marines and headed home. Got in a poker game before I left and got cleaned out.” He gave a grin that made him better looking. “I’m not too good at poker. Name’s Hal.”

          Around noon Hawk pulled into a restaurant. Hal said he’d wait in the car. It was obvious the guy was really broke so Hawk didn’t argue. He went inside ordered two sandwiches, some fries, and drinks and hauled them back to the pickup.

          “Man, you didn’t have to do that,” the marine protested.

          “Gotta eat. Don’t like doing it alone, so take it and make me happy.”

          As they pulled out onto the highway again, Hal made an offer. “Hey, if I can help drive or give you a hand any other way, let me know. Got a valid Texas license.”

          Hawk nodded, but the phrase “or give you a hand any other way” kept rolling around in his head. Fifty miles down the road, he asked as casually as possible. “Give me a hand… how?”

           The marine shrugged. “Don’t know. You name it, and I’ll do it if I can.”

          “Man, I’m not very good at this,” Hawk observed.

          “Just spit it out, man. What you got in mind?”

          “You ever get with a guy?” Hawk blurted.

          The man studied the road for a long minute. “Never figured you for that. But yeah. Stationed in an embassy overseas. Not supposed to get involved with their women, so this buddy and me helped one another out. Without no women, what else you gonna do?” He looked at Hawk. “That what you want?”

          Hawk shrugged. “Just a thought.” He flushed beneath the gyrene’s gaze.

          “Sure, man. You a good-looking dude. What you want? Some head? I can do that.”

          “That’s what you did for one another?”

          “Yeah.” The moment grew awkward. “So what do we do, pull off on the desert somewhere.”

          “I guess,” Hawk said without much conviction. “Never done it in the open like this. Well, I have, but it was with a woman.”

          “You do this for a change of pace?”

          “Guess that’s it.” Hawk spotted a turnoff and followed it a mile or so off the highway. In the middle of nowhere, he turned his truck out onto the desert bed.

          “How we gonna do this?”

          “Shit, I don’t know,” Hawk replied, beginning to regret the whole thing… until the marine put a warm hand on his groin.

          “How about you come sit on the edge of the seat and I’ll stoop down?”

          The man unbuckled Hawk’s belt and stripped his trousers to his ankles. Hal gave a smile. “Never tried an uncircumcised one before.”

           “New experience.”

          Hal dropped to his knees and within moments, Hawk figured the guy had learned well on his gyrene buddy. He soon groaned and pumped his hips until it was over.

          “That okay?” Hal asked, standing. His jeans bulged.

          “Great!” Hawk touched the man’s fly. Hal leaned into his hand. Hawk studied the man’s clear blue eyes. “Can’t return the favor, but if you want to get it off, you can lean against me.”

          “Thanks,” Hal said, ripping open his fly. “You’re a sexy dude, Hawk. Glad you picked me up.” He pressed his back against Hawk’s chest and stroked himself. He laid his head against Hawk’s cheek and sighed. “Feels good, man.”

          Hawk ran his hand over the man’s torso, feeling the difference between him and the kid back in Phoenix. This was a man. With that realization, he began to get aroused again. Hal ground his butt against him, and before Hawk really understood what was happening, he was inside the hunky marine.

          “Oh, shit!” Hal murmured.

          Imprisoned between the car seat by the weight of the marine’s body, Hawk let Hal do all the work. The marine muttered, more than to Hawk, until he stiffened and let out a groan. The marine’s orgasm brought Hawk over the edge. Breathing hard, they remained cuddled against one another for a few minutes until Hawk reached behind the seat and drug out a canteen. Hal cleaned them both. There wasn’t as much awkwardness as with the kid in town, but there wasn’t any afterglow either. Hawk was glad the man was quiet when they were back on the road. Hawk made sure he had some eating money when he let Hal off at a truck stop on I-10.

           Arriving home in the early evening, Hawk unloaded the pickup, took a long, hot shower, and went to bed early to review the past few days. The trip hadn’t been a waste because he’d learned something about himself. Casual, promiscuous sex with males wasn’t his thing. It felt too sordid, wrong… sinful even. And that wasn’t right, because there was nothing wrong with what he’d had with beautiful Ramon and handsome Brit.

           Hawk rose with the morning star to sit on his front porch in the darkness and sip a cup of black coffee. This morning he’d go to work, and Grover Whitedeer would be there demanding to hear about his vacation. Handsome, sexy, funny Grove. Of course, there wasn’t much he could tell him except how great the Grand Canyon was.

*****

I get the feeling Hawk’s finished experimenting. He now knows what… or who… he wants. As single-minded as he is, he’ll probably got at it with determination. Will it result in a love affair or a broken friendship?

Please consider ordering Cut Hand and Johnny Two-Guns from Dreamspinner Press. I’d like to convince them to publish the rest of the Cut Hand Series, including the unpublished manuscript Wastelakapi… Beloved, It’ll take some help from readers to get Dreamspinner interested.

My contact information is provided below in case anyone wants to drop me a line:

Website and blog: markwildyr.com

Email: markwildyr@aol.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/mark.wildyr

Twitter: @markwildyr

The following are buy links for CUT HAND:

DSP Publications: https://www.dsppublications.com/books/cut-hand-by-mark-wildyr-420-b

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Cut-Hand-Mark-Wildyr-ebook/dp/B073D86RWV

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And now my mantra: Keep on reading. Keep on writing. You have something to say, so say it!

Until next time.

Mark

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BLUE STONE AND RAVEN (Part 2 of 3 Parts)

markwildyr.com, Post #96

  

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Are you ready for the second installment of Raven’s and Blue Stone’s story of discovery? I can hardly wait to see what happens next. Oh, yeah! I wrote it, so I already know. Here’s the second installment to let you in on a little more of it.

*****

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BLUE STONE AND RAVEN

          At the end of the fourth day following his encounter with Raven, Blue Stone claimed the need for spiritual guidance, and announced his intent to seek another vision. His mother must have wondered what sort of vision her son sought since he departed with a sack of food rather than seeking spirituality from physical deprivation.

          When he arrived at the remote waterhole, Blue Stone suffered a bitter disappointment. Raven was not there. Deciding to make camp and wait, Blue Stone erected a lean-to from rocks, a few crooked sticks, and a blanket to break the force of the sun. After he ate and bathed, he slept.

          Early the next morning he woke to find Raven watching from astride Whisper a lazy rock’s throw away. “I was afraid you would not come,” the Pueblo boy said.

          “I gave my word. Have you thought on what we did and what I said?”

          “Yes. Endlessly,” Blue Stone responded, standing boldly before the young plainsman. “I would taste you again first, and then I will do whatever you ask. I will be woman to your man.”

          “So be it,” Raven said, leaping from his horse and clasping Blue Stone by the shoulders briefly. "But first, I will tend my pony and wash myself.”

          “Tend your pony, Warrior, but I will wash you and feed you. Then I will feast upon you.” Blue Stone did not quite believe the boldness of his words.

          He watched curiously as Raven curried his handsome spotted mount with a handful of weeds and grass and came to understand the importance of the pony when the beast was allowed to water before Raven slaked his own thirst.

          When Whisper nuzzled Blue Stone’s chest, Raven nodded approvingly. “You should be honored. He does not accept mortals well. He’s too haughty. Knows he’s better than most of us.”

          “Do you think I could learn to ride him?”

          “He doesn’t let just anyone ride him. You’d have to be strong and confident. He won’t put up with timid riders.”

           Apparently, Blue Stone was a timid rider, or perhaps he was distracted by Raven’s hand on his butt boosting him aboard the pony. At any rate, Whisper simply shrugged him into the waterhole. He rose sputtering and indignant. Ignoring Raven’s delighted laughter, Blue Stone climbed upon a rock and seated himself again. He rolled in the canyon’s dirt this time, turning into a mud ball, but it took longer for Whisper to dislodge him. He was thrown four times before the pony decided Blue Stone was worthy of his back. Thereafter, the beast ignored his timid hold on the reins and walked to a thin stand of grass, burying his nose in it. It was enough. Blue Stone had ridden the four-legged.

          When Raven clapped Blue Stone on the back and made fun of his riding style, Blue Stone had no compunction about tumbling the youth in the dirt. They roughhoused, feeling one another out, establishing a pecking order. The farmer gave the warrior more of a battle than expected. They finished their play at the edge of the waterhole.

          Sobering, Blue Stone pulled his stores from a cotton sack, and they ate. It was Blue Stone’s turn to laugh at the face Raven made upon tasting the hot Spanish peppers for the first time. The Cotanee lay in the pool for a time cooling his tongue in the water while Blue Stone chortled.

          After their meal, the Pueblo boy unfastened Raven’s breechcloth. When the warrior was naked, Blue Stone took soap weed from his bag and covered Raven with suds from head to toe. When they were both clean, Blue Stone led Raven to a blanket spread beneath the crude shelter where Raven drew him close. Naked flesh touching naked flesh stole Blue Stone’s breath.

          At his gasp, Raven spoke. “Have you never lain with anyone?” Blue Stone, his face against the hollow of Raven’s neck, muttered a denial. “No girls? No boys?”

          “No, but I have this one friend, Ram Horn. He’s handsome like you are. I think about him like I do you, but we never do anything about it.”

          “Would you like to do for him what you did for me?”

          “If you were gone from my life,” Blue Stone said, “then I would like to do it for him.”

          “Is this Ram Horn handsome? Well-formed?”

          Blue Stone nodded into his shoulder. “Yes. But not as handsome and well-formed as you, Raven.”

*****

So Raven kept his promise to return. He’s kept one vow, how about the other? To lie like a man with his woman and change Blue Stone’s life forever. If he does, will Blue Stone permit it? Regret it? Glory in it? And if it’s the latter, what does the future hold to the two young men from enemy tribes? Come for a look-see on October 3 to find out.

Don Travis’ next BJ Vinson mystery series novel, The Voxlightner Scandal has been scheduled for release on November 19, 2019. You’ll remember he’s my fellow Okie author. The following is a buy link to Voxlightner:  http://www.dsppublications.com/books/upcoming-releases-c

Now my continuing plug (read plea) for my own work. Amazon permits you to read a short passage of my novels, Cut Hand and Johnny Two-Guns. I also believe the STARbooks-published River Otter, Echoes of the Flute, and Medicine Hair are still up. I sure would like to get the final book in the Cut Hand Series, Wastelakapi… Beloved, published, but it’ll take some help from readers to get Dreamspinner interested.

My contact information is provided below in case anyone wants to drop me a line:

Website and blog: markwildyr.com

Email: markwildyr@aol.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/mark.wildyr

Twitter: @markwildyr

The following are buy links for CUT HAND:

DSP Publications: https://www.dsppublications.com/books/cut-hand-by-mark-wildyr-420-b

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Cut-Hand-Mark-Wildyr-ebook/dp/B073D86RWV

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/book/cut-hand/id1256084273

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/cut-hand-2

And now my mantra: Keep on reading. Keep on writing. You have something to say, so say it!

Until next time.

Mark

New posts at 6:00 a.m. on the first and third Thursdays of the month.