Interregnum, A Curt Huntinghawk Story, Part 5

 markwildyr.com, Post #131

So the kid who’s first words to Hawk were “Don’t rape me,” found some pleasure in bedding with the big Indian. But he fled to his own room immediately thereafter, and Hawk doesn’t know how Luis feels about what they did. Let’s pick it up from there.

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INTERREGNUM, A Curt Huntinghawk Story, Part 5

 Awake with the morning star, Hawk took his coffee on the porch and thought about Luis. About last night. The kid was lonely… and he was lonely. They’d fed a mutual need. So what? What they’d done was in keeping with what he and Grove had worked out. The boy reminded him of Ramon in so many ways, yet he had the insolence of a Wolverine. He was a powerful physical draw.

Hawk ate breakfast, and still Luis had not come out of the bedroom. Ashamed, most likely. It was Saturday, so Hawk went shopping for groceries as usual. As an afterthought, he picked up a few clothes for the boy. Luis was in the kitchen eating, dressed only in his shorts. Before he could flee to the bedroom for clothes, Hawk tossed a package at him.

Hawk had a good eye. The boy pulled on a pair of jeans that hugged his hips snugly. The T-shirt looked form fit. The dark blue button-up could have been custom-made. The kid looked like a million dollars, especially when he smiled his pleasure. He frowned suddenly.

“I don’t have money to pay for these.”

“Nobody leaves empty handed,” Hawk said. “You’ll need clothes when you go.” The boy looked up at those words but held his silence.

In order to get Luis out of the house for a little while, Hawk coaxed him into the pickup for a drive. Hawk gassed up, bought some other supplies, and they finished the afternoon off with cheeseburgers at the town’s only park. Hawk saw a number of federal officers, including some INS, but they paid the two men no mind. There was an advantage to having a badge.

That night Luis stopped him as he was headed to his bedroom. “I can come in with you, no? But—”

“Yeah, I know. You don’t want to be raped.”

The kid blushed but followed Hawk like a puppy, standing and watching as he disrobed. “You always sleep al fresco?” he asked as Hawk slipped into the bed. “I can too, no?”

The boy snapped off the light before shucking his clothes, but Hawk caught the flash of a pale thigh and a mysterious darkness between Luis’ legs. He reached for the boy as soon as they were settled. Luis tensed.

“Cool it, kid. I’m not going to rape you. If you ever feel me inside you, you’ll have to ask for it.” A shiver passed through the teen’s body as Hawk slowly fingered the brown aureoles until the nipples stood up sharply. He traced the chest, feeling the hard muscles and deciding the kid had worked hard on his father’s ranch. The belly fluttered at his touch, betraying excitement. Hawk sucked a nipple, and Luis jumped like he had been shocked, but his hand clasped the back of Hawk’s head, holding him in place.

“Aieee!” the boy cried, thrusting his chest up at Hawk. “The other one!”

Hawk lay back on the bed. “Your turn, kid.”

Trying to show a little reluctance, the youth rose to his elbow and placed his lips on Hawk’s smooth chest. “You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen,” he whispered. “I have never seen skin like yours…almost like ours, but not quite so. There is some red in it, I think.” He chuckled. “That is why they call you redskins, no?” The movement of Luis’ mouth against his chest tickled and excited him. “You smell so clean, yet like a man, too. You are muy macho, Hawk.”

“And my macho’s about to pop a cork, kid.”

Luis came up to look Hawk in the eye. “Luis gets you hot, no?”

“Yes,” Hawk said, placing a hand behind the kid’s head and forcing their lips to meet. Startled, Luis panicked. His hands pushed roughly against Hawk’s shoulders. His mouth clenched. Hawk held him, moving his head slightly from side to side. The boy held his breath as long as possible and then exhaled. With his gust of breath, he expelled his resistance. His mouth went slack. Hawk’s tongue slid between the enamel of the boy’s teeth and explored the warm, moist cavity. Watching, Hawk saw his eyelids flutter and close. Long black lashes lay against the boy's cheeks. Gently, then with growing urgency, the youth sucked the tongue invading his mouth.

When they parted, Luis swore something quietly in Spanish and buried his head in Hawk’s neck. Still without speaking, he slipped down the Indian’s muscled torso. Hawk pulled him up so that they were eye-to-eye.

“There’s something you should understand, Luis. No matter what you do for me, I can’t do anything beyond what we did last night. Understand?”

“Yes,” the boy whispered, his eyes flaming with lust. “What… what do you want me to do for you?”

“Whatever you want.”

“I don’t know what I want.” Luis’ voice held a plaintive tone. He sat cross-legged beside Hawk as a grin claimed his features. “I excite you? You like Luis, no?”

“Yes, or I wouldn’t do this with him.”

“I like Hawk too. You make me feel…different. Like doing things with you is all right. Not dirty. Not…wrong.” The boy licked his lips nervously. “Like this,” he said, bending to Hawk’s groin and finding a rhythm.

“Kid,” Hawk said in a strangled voice. “You’d better stop …now!”

Too late. Hawk spewed like Old Faithful! Luis came up gagging and choking.

Without bothering to clean himself, Hawk pushed the young man flat on the bed and reciprocated, slowly but surely drawing Luis to a climax.

Afterward, Hawk went for a pan of warm water and a cloth to wash them, aware of the puzzled brown eyes following his every move, studying him as if seeing him for the first time. When they were clean and dry, Hawk covered them with a sheet and turned on his side. After a few moments, the boy fitted his body to Hawk’s. He lay for a long time without sleeping conjuring visions of Grove Whitedeer as they worked and played and made love. In the afterglow of the night’s sexual release, Hawk was grateful to this stranger sleeping against him. He’d gone beyond what he’d promised, putting his mouth to the kid. That didn’t bother him, but he nonetheless suffered the loneliness of one separated from his enamored.

 

 Luis slept in his own room for the rest of the week, wrestling with feelings that were foreign to him. On Saturday, he found himself standing naked beside Hawk’s bed. Not quite understanding his raging emotions, he threw back the covers and straddled Hawk’s groin. “How come you did not take me to sleep with you again?” he demanded. “You want me, I know it. I can feel it!”

“Luis, your body is yours to give or withhold. I don’t have a right to it… nobody does. If you want to give it to me, then I will accept, but you must decide.”

“I decide I want to give it,” the boy said, sliding down to cover Hawk’s mouth. Luis knew what to expect this time and put everything into, doing the things he had done with the girls when they kissed behind the barn on the ranch. It inflamed him.

Urgently, he sucked his way down Hawk’s smooth, hard torso and did what was unthinkable before this disastrous trip. As before, he he set up a rhythm what soon had Hawk gasping. He did what Hawk had done to him, slipping his hand between the strong legs to tease the sphincter, triggering something in the Indian. Hawk thrust with his hips, setting off a feeling of triumph, as Luis excited the handsome man to greater effort, wondering what it would be like to be raped by him. Without warning, Hawk came.

Thrilled at drawing such a reaction, Luis exploded almost as soon as Hawk touched him. He pulled the Indian to his breast, thrusting against the man’s hard belly until his jism ceased to flow and professing endearments in rapid Spanish, loving the man in his arms for whom he joyously abandoned the teachings of his church, his family, and his culture, all without once thinking of himself as a maricon.

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 What’s going on here? Clearly, Luis is beginning to enjoy his romps with Hawk a little too much. In this week’s reading, we’ve had an opportunity (in the latter part of the installment) to understand things going on in the kid’s head because we switched to his viewpoint. Something I don’t often do in short stories.

 Don’t know about you, but I can hardly wait for the next installment. I want to see what happens then.

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Hawk—Otra Vez (Part 3 of 3 Parts)

markwildyr.com, Post #116

Complications, complications, complications. Last week, Hawk found Ramon and whisked him into hiding. Now what happens? Ramon is a fugitive now, so that places Hawk in danger, as well. How can this possibly end?

Next week, I’ll return to publishing every first and third Thursday.

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HAWK—OTRA VEZ

Part 3

The next day was merely routine patrol. Hawk, never as talkative as his buddy, kept his silence. Around midday, Grove glanced at Hawk and growled in exasperation. “Shit, you went looking for the Mexican kid last night, didn’t you? You musta looked all night because you’re asleep on your feet. Lean back and catch forty. I’ll keep my eyes peeled.”

Hawk did just that.

Hs kept delaying a decision over what to do about Ramon. At first, because the boy needed to recover from exposure and dehydration. Then he found other excuses to delay a decision. Ramon had been cooped up in Hawk’s house for almost a month when Grove pushed Hawk into a corner.

“Let’s go across the border and visit the cat house.”

“Man, I’m running short this month.”

“Yeah, me, too. Okay, tell you what. Let’s call Sheila and Berry for a couple of rounds at the Mesa and then take them back to your pad.”

Fearing a refusal would excite suspicion, Hawk agreed. They reported in and made ready to leave.

“Pick you up at your place in a few, bro!” Grove said on the way out the door.

Hawk had his mouth open protest when the boss called him inside the office to ask his opinion of two new applicants Amadeo had been interviewing. After Hawk put in his two cents, he worried about Grove showing up at his place before he got home. Using the phone on the desk he and Grove shared to dial his house, he let it ring once, hung up and dialed again. Ramon answered.

“Gotta talk fast. Got roped into going to the Blue Mesa with my partner this evening. Couldn’t get out of it. And  Grove wants bring the girls back to the house later. I hate to ask this, but when we pull up can you go to the barn and wait in that emergency hideaway we fixed up?”

“Sure. Ramon hide in barn while Hawk fuck puta.” Hurt and distaste laced the boy’s voice. “Sorry, Hawk. Ramon know you have to put up face for others. He hide.”

“Thanks. Grove is coming to the house to pick me up, but I oughta get there before he does, okay?”

Hawk hung up the phone and headed out the door to find the Dodge sitting at an odd angle. He’d picked up a nail somewhere on the way to work this morning. It took twenty minutes to change the tire. When Hawk pulled into his own driveway, Grove’s pickup was sitting at the curb. He got out and explained about the flat. Grove didn’t seem interested.

“You got company?”

“No, why?”

“Got the impression somebody’s in there.”

“Look, I’m a mess. I need to clean up. Why don’t you meet the girls, and I’ll be there as quick as I can. We can’t all ride in your pickup anyway.”

“Berry wants to show off her new Taurus. She’s picking us up here.”

Hawk mentally cursed as he stomped across the porch and made a show of unlocking the door. There was no sign of Ramon when he entered.

“Damn, you keep a clean place,” Grove commented, looking around the spotless living room and wandering the rest of the small house. No doubt he was checking the place out. Hawk was pulling on a clean set of jeans when the women arrived in a bright red Ford. He scrambled to get outside before they could come in.

Grove was his usual lively self, and it proved infectious. Hawk tried calling the house with his special ring a couple of times, but there was no answer. The party accelerated. The four of them stopped just short of being blasted but escaped the place without getting into a fight, although Grove almost managed it a couple of times. Hawk breathed a silent prayer of thanks when Berry took them to her apartment.

The girls dropped them off at Hawk’s place well after midnight. Grove asked to come inside and use the restroom, although normally he wouldn’t have been bashful about watering the azaleas, if there had been any azaleas. Probably wanted to see inside of the house again. Grove left the bathroom door open while he pissed, sounding like a garden hose filling a galvanized bucket.

After his friend left, Hawk found Ramon hiding in the barn, cold and unhappy.

“La Migra come for Ramon now?” the boy asked.

Hawk frowned. “No. INS isn’t coming. Why’d you ask that?”

“But Ramon have to go now.” The boy’s voice broke.

“Sooner or later you’ll have to, we both knew that,” Hawk said soothingly.

“Hawk no understand. Hawk compadre, he see Ramon.”

“What!”

“Ramon hear truck. He go to window, pull back cortinas, and look right at this Grove. He look back at Ramon.”

“Shit!” Hawk swore.

“Ramon sorry.” He paused. “He muy handsome, that Grove. Pretty like Hawk, but not so big. Hawk do things with him?”

“No.”

“But Hawk like to do it with him, no?” Ramon blurted, striking uncomfortably close to the truth.

“Ramon. I have a little savings. We can get you a place across the border. I’ll come be with you when I can.”

The look in the boy’s eyes went straight to Hawk’s heart. “Ramon no be Hawk’s puta.”

“Be reasonable, Ramon. Tomorrow Grove’s going to ask me about you. He thinks you’re an old girlfriend’s little brother. He’ll understand me helping you, but not living here indefinitely. It’s different now, kid. You’re a wanted fugitive. You escaped from custody. When they catch you, you’ll be sent to a federal prison. But if you’ll let me get you a place across the border—”

“No! Ramon no sit home and wait for Hawk. Ramon love Hawk. If no be in Hawk life, is better go back home to Durango.”

Hawk blinked as he saw something precious slipping away. “Look, we don’t have to do anything right away. Let’s think about it and do the rational thing.”

“Ramon leave while Hawk work tomorrow. Best.”

“Promise me you won’t do that. If you have to go back, I’ll take you myself. I don’t want you on that desert.” He tried to lighten the mood. “Let’s go to bed and talk again tomorrow.”

Grove was waiting for him in the parking lot the next morning. “You get rid of the Mexican kid?”

“Damn, Grove, I can’t just throw him to the wolves.”

“What’s the matter with you, Hawk? You’re jeopardizing your job, maybe even your freedom. Why didn’t you ask for my help? Don’t you trust me?”

Hawk stopped dead in his tracks. “That hurt, Grove. I didn’t to involve you because it might jeopardize your career? Helping Ramon is something I gotta do, but I can’t ask you to risk yourself.”

“That’s what friends are for. Anyway, you know you’ve got to do something, don’t you?”

Hawk sighed and accepted the reality of the situation. “I’ll take him back across tomorrow.”

“Better drive to California and take him across at Tijuana. Busier there. Nogales is too close. Word might get back to someone here.”

Hawk worked the day in what was just short of despair. Grove seemed to understand, because he kept talk to a minimum.

He was half-afraid Ramon would be gone when he got home that evening. Instead, the boy had cooked a good dinner, but Ramon’s eyes were puffy, and Hawk suspected he’d been crying.

Now, the kid tried to man-up. “When we go?”

“Early tomorrow. I’ll drive you to San Diego and we’ll cross at Tijuana. Where will you go, Ramon? What will you do?”

“Go home. Get job. Ramon damn good man, he find job.”

After dinner they cleaned the kitchen together and watched a little TV. Long before Hawk’s customary bedtime, Ramon looked over at him and put together a complete sentence in flawless English. “Will you make love to me?”

Without a word, Hawk led the youth to bed and mounted him gently, face-to-face, and with a smile his lips. Soon the joy of the occasion overtook the gravity of Ramon’s mood, and the boy returned the smile. The orgasm, when it came, was no less forceful because of the tender nature of their loving. Ramon stayed Hawk’s hand, keeping him from drawing the boy’s seed from his body. Ramon clasped him to his breast for a long time, neither speaking nor moving. At length, he released Hawk to go clean up.

While Hawk was in the shower, Ramon opened the curtain and stepped inside. Taking the soap from Hawk, he lathered his lover from pate to sole. He shyly asked Hawk to turn around and laved the deep cleft, soaping all the way to the sphincter. After he took a rag and rinsed away the soap, he spoke.

“Ramon never forget Hawk. He see bird high in air, he think of Hawk. He see falcon in tree, he ache for Hawk.”

Hawk leaned into the wall and parted his feet as Ramon hugged his back and thrust his groin at Hawk’s buns without penetrating them. The boy’s breath in his ear became ragged, his words unintelligible. Hawk understood his young lover was seeking a moment he could savor forever. Without thinking about it, he relaxed his muscles, parted his cheeks and endured the pain even as he savored the startled expression of disbelief and wonder escaping Ramon’s throat. Hawk sensed the boy becoming the man.

The beauty of Ramon’s parting gift bled Hawk’s strength away. Without warning, the boy exploded, shuddered, and withdrew. As Hawk turned to him, Ramon slid down the side of the shower all the way to the floor, his legs splayed in front of him, a look of utter joy on his face. Hawk joined him and held him close, allowing the spray of clean water to shower them anew.

Without understanding how, Hawk knew he’d made the future better for this beautiful Mexican youth. His mind centered on the boy’s name. Aguila… Eagle. This night, Ramon had become an Eagle for his Hawk.

*****

Heartbreaking but tender ending, and one that is safer for Ramon… and incidentally, Hawk, as well. They government really does put some return offenders in federal prisons for stays of six months or longer. And often, young ones like Ramon are used violently by their older and stronger fellow inmates.

But what about Grove? What in the world’s going to happen there? And can you imagine the impact when… and if… two strong men like Curtis Huntinghawk and Grover Whitedeer get together? Maybe one of these days I’ll get around to posting that story.

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

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

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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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Hawk—Otra Vez (Part 2 of 3 Parts)

markwildyr.com, Post #115

  

Today, let’s find out if Hark can help Ramon, who was in the custody of La Migra the last time we saw him. And if he can, will it simplify his life or complicate it? Read on.

I’ll publish weekly until this story is finished.

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HAWK—OTRA VEZ

Part 2

The whole unit celebrated that evening. They’d caught five of the six breakaway drug runners. Only one had gotten safely across the border. And they’d scared up a bunch of illegals to boot. It was the “to boot” that was troubling Hawk. He walked out to his Dodge pickup to be alone and think, but Grove was right on his heels.

“Hey, bro, who were you looking at in that bunch of wetbacks this morning? Couldn’t be the woman, she looked like my old Aunt Martha. You see one of our drug guys?”

“A kid I knew.”

“Knew him how?”

“Brother of a woman I met when I first got here. She worked in one of the shops but went back before you’n me started running together.”

“Well, if she was as pretty as her brother, you shoulda held onto her.”

Damn, Grove didn’t miss a thing. His buddy knew exactly who he’d had been looking at. Hawk embellished his lie. “Looked just like him. That’s the only way I recognized the kid.”

“What’s his name?”

“Ramon Aguila.”

“Aguila, huh? Looked more like a cat dragged out of the river than an eagle.

Grove dropped it when they joined the others at the Blue Mesa where Amadeo was buying a round for his unit. Hawk left before the party degenerated into a riot and drove by the detention center where the INS held illegals while they checked them out. If Ramon had been caught in Colorado and deported, this would be his second deportation. They might end up giving him some jail time. At any rate, the kid wouldn’t be eligible to cross legally now. Despite the temptation, Hawk didn’t stop and make inquiries. Unusual curiosity would raise flags that wouldn’t do him or Ramon any good. He’d have to give this one some thought.

He did not sleep well that night. The sight of Ramon Aguila sitting in the dirt, his big, brown eyes following Hawk’s every move, voicing a silent plea for help played like a broken reel of film over and over in his head. The kid had grown some but was still as pretty as any girl Hawk had ever seen. Pretty, hell. He was fucking beautiful. Had to be around nineteen now.

Hawk dragged himself out of bed in time to greet the morning star, but he sipped his coffee like a zombie, failing to appreciate the Creator’s wonders this morning. He was uncharacteristically late pulling into the headquarters parking lot that morning. If there was one thing he had learned, it was the white man’s clock. The palefaces forgave a lot, but not for keeping them waiting. So he’d overcome his tendency to “Indian time” and become a slave to the minute hand. Grove met him at the door with their assignment for the day, so Hawk didn’t even get a second cup of coffee.

‘You hear?” Grove asked before they were out of the parking lot. “Seven of them got away.”

“Seven? We only caught six?”

“Seven of the illegals. Guess they walked in the front door of the detention center and right out the back door. Wonder if your friend was one?”

Hawk feigned disinterest. “Dunno. If he was, hope he makes it back to his sister.”

As they kept an eye on their section of the huge desert and the things that crossed it, Hawk had a moment of panic when they came upon two of the escaped illegals. He bit his tongue to keep from asking about Ramon, but Grove did it for him. The two wetbacks acknowledged that Ramon Aquila had run away with them. Hawk didn’t know of that was good news or bad. Although the Rezes’ commission was not for hunting illegals, they dropped the two escapees back at the detention center for fear they’d come to grief in the desert.

“You’re worried about the kid, aren’t you?” Grove asked as they checked in at Rez headquarters at the end of shift.

“Shit, Grove, I’m worried about all of them. A lot of wetbacks die out there.”

“But it’s different when it’s somebody you know. Want me to help you look for him?”

“Not much we can do for him now. Maybe one of the patrols will find him. Thanks, anyway.”

That evening Hawk cleaned up, ate some stew, and sat on the porch in the growing cold. A northern plains Indian, Hawk was continually amazed at how this place was a furnace by day and an icebox by night, but he liked it. He hadn’t realized his subconscious had been working on Ramon’s problem until he suddenly got up, grabbed a couple of coats and his rifle, and went to the Dodge. He drove as close as possible to The Dragon’s Back, a jumble of high rocks in the middle of nowhere. He closed the door to the cab quietly and approached the silent hills on foot. This was the highest spot anywhere close by, and it held an unmarked water source, a small spring known to only a few locals. It was also close to the spot where he first met Ramon and the place where Hawk had taken the boy for water. If Ramon didn’t make for Hawk’s place, he would try for the spring.

The rock saddle holding the water hole was deserted except for an aggressive javelina that wasn’t about to let some redskin cheat him out of his drink. Hawk looked around carefully since the viscous little pigs normally traveled in packs. This one seemed to be the exception and went off squealing and grunting to himself when Hawk wouldn’t abandon the place. He propped his back against a rock in the deep shadows and settled down to wait. He was good at waiting.

Hawk woke from a light sleep when he heard the boy… or at least some human. No self-respecting animal would announce his approach so loudly. By the light of the moonlight, he watched Ramon make his unsteady way up the high ground, slipping and sliding on loose rock. The boy fell on his belly and sucked loudly at the water in the small pool. Hawk let him have a good drink before he spoke the boy’s name quietly.

The youth whirled. ¿Quien es? Hawk? That you, Hawk?” the light baritone broke slightly.

“Hi, kid,” Hawk said, rising to his feet.

“Hawk! Thank Dios!” The boy rushed to him and threw his arms around him. “Oh, Hawk! ¡Mi amor!” The youth reached up and pulled Hawk’s lips down to his, wincing in pain. As the cracked, blistered lips pressed against his own, Hawk responded gently. The boy drew away. “Maybe Hawk don’t want—”

“I want,” Hawk answered quietly. “I want very much!”

Hawk pulled out his cache of emergency supplies he kept hidden in the rocks and made them comfortable. Ramon ate from the tins of food ravenously. Then he stripped naked and endured the cold night air and frigid waters to bathe in the small stream below the pool. When he walked to where Hawk sat on the blankets. Hawk covered his shivering body and held him close, lending his warmth. At length, Ramon looked up at him.

“You fuck me now, Halcón. I clean now.”

Hawk drew him down into the blankets and roved the boy’s long, lean frame, remembering the beautiful brown flesh, each mole and every scar. Finally, Ramon turned on his belly. As Hawk entered him slowly, Ramon stretched and purred with pleasure.

“Is long time, Hawk. Ramon miss you so much he hurt in his cojones some time.” He groaned pleasantly. “Ramon still love Hawk… much. Muy, muy much!”

Six months ago, Hawk would not have hesitated in declaring his feelings, but now a conflict raged within him. He had once loved the boy. Did he still? Certainly he was fond of him, wanted him, needed him. But thoughts of Grove intruded. At length, he murmured. “I love you too, Ramon.” It was true, but the nature of his love had changed.

The warmth of their lovemaking spread from Hawk’s groin into his torso, exciting and sensitizing his nipples, causing him to rub them against the boy’s smooth back. It spread to his legs as he pressed against Ramon’s thighs, seeking maximum contact. The boy hooked his lower legs over Hawk’s calves. Chemical and electrical impulses flooded his brain. Hawk’s loved with his entire body, his being. He gloried in the difference between this and casual sex of his recent trip to Phoenix. Hawk and Ramon enjoyed one another because they loved, each in his own way… Ramon without reservations; Hawk withholding some part of himself. Orgasm, when it came rocked him more than expected.

Ramon, shoved hard against the blanket with Hawk’s last thrust and gave a long, satisfied sigh.

“Is good, Hawk. More good than I remembered.” Almost instantly, the boy fell asleep in a pool of his own semen.

“I missed you, too,” Hawk whispered as he kissed a brown ear. Aware Ramon could no longer hear him, he continued. “More than I can tell you. I’m not very good at saying things, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel them.”

In the middle of the night, Hawk roused an exhausted Ramon and half carried the boy to his pickup. The handsome youth fell asleep again the moment Hawk tucked him into bed in the spare room. Sometime later, Ramon crawled into bed with him to absorb warmth and comfort.

*****

Looks like Hawk didn’t get his little Eagle out of INS’ clutches. The kid did it himself. But now he’ll need Hawk’s help. Can Hawk provide it? Can he stop himself from trying? And where does Grover Whitedeer fit in now? Tune in next week for the answer to everything. Well, almost everything.

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

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 post at 6:00 a.m. on each Thursday of the month until this serialized story is completed..