Reliving History

Halfway through September, the day finally arrived. Joe was dealing with pump problems at the Phillip's place, so Mike took the day to drive me in to see Doc. A part of me wanted to apologize for Mike having to take the unpaid day. I was still struggling with the feeling of being a burden and looking forward to carrying my own weight.

"The X-ray looks good, we can get that thing off," Doc said as he entered the exam room and closed the door. He drew the privacy curtain before greeting us in our customary manner. The two of them embraced, grabbing each other's ass and rubbing their groins together as they kissed.

By the time Doc got to me, his dick was hard and strained against his dockers. We hugged and kissed until the doorknob turned unexpectedly. In an instant Doc snapped back to his professional self and turned to greet the nurse, who was bringing equipment.

"I'll do this one Carol," he said to her as she passed the cart to him. She glanced briefly at the bulge in his pants and left with a hint of a smirk on her lips.

"Perhaps I should have buttoned my lab coat," he said with a grin. "Now let's get that off shall we?" Doc skillfully cut my cast off with a vibrating cutter. My skin was dry, flaky, and emitted an unpleasant odor.

"When you get home, have a long soak. It'll help, and your skin should clear up in a few days. Oh, and take it easy on that ankle for a while longer, no hiking up the mountain. You'll need time to rebuild those muscles."

Mike handed me a boot and clean sock and I put them on. He'd anticipated this moment and reminded me to grab them this morning.

"I'll settle the bill with Joe so you won't need to do anything on the way out," Doc said. He gave us both hugs and buttoned his lab coat to conceal the fresh bulge in his pants, then walked out.

Before Mike and I left the room, I turned and kissed him.

"Thank You," I said after breaking the kiss.

"For what?" he asked.

"For taking the day and being here for me," I said.

He smiled and kissed me back.

"Let's go home, I have something to show you, and you can soak your leg in my old tub if you want."

"I am all yours," I said with a grin, as we hopped into his truck and made our way home.

As we approached the gate, Mike reached into his front pocket.

"Why don't you open the gate," he said as he placed my car keys in my hand. He'd added a pair of new ones to the ring. "The small one's for the locked gates, it'll open all of them, including Joe's and the old Phillip's place. The second is for my shop. I know Joe gave you keys to his cabin and the farmhouse so now you have the set. The valley's your home, come and go as you please."

I leaned over and kissed him before climbing out and unlocking the gate. I swung it open, and Mike drove the old Dodge through. Closing and locking it, I hopped back in, and we made our way to the shop.

Mike hit the remote, and both bay doors opened. My Nova was parked in the right bay as we pulled into the left. It took me a minute to notice, but he had cleaned her up and fixed a few things. I got out to take a closer look.

"I changed the fluids and gave it a tune-up. The salvage yard in town had parts for the missing trim and broken window regulator," he said as I climbed into the driver's seat. My shop coveralls had been folded and placed on the passenger's seat with my old street shoes sitting on top.

"Start it up," Mike said, standing next to me and resting his left hand atop the open door.

It started instantly and idled more smoothly than ever, at least as long as I'd owned it. I revved the engine a few times, feeling for the occasional stutter of a misfire. There were none.

He stood watching, waiting for my reaction. Again, suppressing my impulse to tell him it was too much, I accepted his gift.

I finally understood that it didn't come from anywhere but his desire to show me love. That understanding brought a grin to my face that I couldn't hide, even if I'd wanted to.

It had nothing to do with my car, and everything to do with my feelings for Mike in that moment. I killed the engine and stepped out of the car. I reached out and pulled him into a tight hug.

"I love you," I said before kissing him and gazing into his beautiful hazel eyes. We embrace for several minutes until he reached down and palmed the bulge in my pants.

"Not so fast buddy," I said with a smile. "I want to give you a proper thank you." His grin widened as I pushed him against my car. He relaxed in submission and I slid his shirt over his head.

The memory of seeing him shirtless for the first time rushed back as I buried my face in his hairy chest. I pulled his body close, deeply inhaling his scent before letting him go. Tenderly caressing the black fur, I followed it with my fingers, letting the trail guide me down beneath the waistband of his jeans.

I pushed my fingers in, exploring the dense pubic hair and stroking his caged serpent before pulling my hand out to unfasten his belt and fly. Mike's dick sprung free as I pulled his jeans and briefs down, leaving them bunched around his boots, constraining his muscular legs.

I knelt and placed my right hand over his hard shaft and held it against his belly. Taking it slow, I started tickling his balls with quick flicks of my tongue.

Mike's smile relaxed; his attention consumed by my mouth on his sensitive bits. He gasped when I licked the tender flesh beneath them. I lingered there for several minutes, extracting more pleasurable sounds before moving up to dwell on his rigid cock.

Starting at the base, I caressed it with my lips and tongue. I worked my way up and around, slowly making love to every inch. He squirmed and gasped as my lips reached the cleft beneath the tip, swirling and stimulating the tender skin. I had discovered this was one of Mike's most erogenous zones, so I exploited it mercilessly before wrapping the head in my lips and sliding it into my mouth.

I'd learned quickly over the last several weeks, and I was using every lesson to stimulate Mike's senses. His body trembled as my mouth and throat enveloped his dick entirely. Before pulling back, I gripped his firm ass in both hands and pulled him in, burying my face in his black pubic hair. Holding him in, I enveloped his hard shaft in my mouth and throat as he gasped and moaned loudly. I finally pulled back and looked up into his face.

"God damn," he said, "you are getting good at this!" His black horseshoe mustache framed that incredible smile, spurring me on. Collecting the drool from my chin with my left hand, I smeared it on my fingers and pushed two into Mike's asshole. He growled loudly as I swallowed his dick again.

Mike's body shook and he cried out. My fingers deftly massaged his prostate as I began thrusting his entire length into and out of my mouth. He howled and shook each time the head slid down my throat.

When it was clear he was getting close, I pulled back and teased drops of precum from the head of his enraged dick. I licked it clean and his whole body convulsed in response. Before he could recover, I buried my face in his groin, forcing his prick back down my throat.

I held it there and fingered his hole as he roared and shook uncontrollably. Within seconds his body tensed as he lost the fight. His balls contracted against my chin with each pulse of his erupting dick. Successfully suppressing my gag reflex, I waited for the final few shots before pulling back to taste the last of them on my tongue.

"Holy Fuck!" Mike roared as he slipped from my mouth, and I stood up. Holding his head in my hands; I pressed my lips to his. Our tongues mingled in a passionate kiss.

"Thank you," I said after breaking the kiss. Mike just grinned and pulled me back for another.

When our lips parted a second time, I bent down and pulled his briefs up. Grabbing his soft dick, I lovingly tucked it inside them. I pulled up his jeans, reaching around, ensuring the proper fit and tugged them closed before buttoning and zipping them up. I finished by pulling his belt closed, being sure to slip the hook into the correct hole. He grabbed his shirt but didn't put it back on, only standing silently for a minute, just looking at me. His smile faded for a few moments as he lost himself in thought. With Mike, it was often mingled with sadness. There was some of that, but also what looked like resolve.

"I have something else to show you," he said, "but first let's go upstairs. I need to grab something and I'll make us a quick lunch."

With a small book in Mike's hand and a couple of excellent pulled pork sandwiches in our bellies, we headed back downstairs. We walked around the corner of the shop where his ATV was parked. He stowed the book in a toolbox that was bolted to the cargo rack and hopped on. I stepped up and straddled the seat at his back, running both hands over his chest as I wrapped my arms around him.

With a kick it started, and we were off, rumbling down the driveway. We turned left after crossing the creek and cattle guard, then up the small lane to the grove of trees that overlooked the ruined foundation of Mike's childhood home. We came to a stop at the base of an enormous oak tree surrounded by several towering pines. High in the tree was an old treehouse.

"Joe and I built this when we were kids. I've always kept it in good shape, I know it's stupid, but some of my best memories are of this old treehouse. I intend to keep it up as long as I can climb the ladder."

He pulled the book out of the toolbox and walked over to the ladder.

"We used to climb the tree until Joe fell and broke his arm. After that, mom wouldn't let us play in it until we built a proper ladder. I'm happy she did because it saved my life. Do you think you can climb it?"

"I think so, my ankle is feeling pretty good, just don't tell Doc," I replied. Mike let me go first, following close enough to catch me if I slipped.

"Reach into that hole, grab the lever, push up, pull it to the left, then push forward to unlock the hatch," Mike instructed.

"Why so complicated?" I asked, opening the hatch and climbing up into the treehouse.

"We saw my uncle snooping around a few times and made the lock to keep him out. It didn't work, but we thought it was cool and kept it anyway. It wasn't until a few years ago that I found out what he was really doing up here." Mike climbed in and reached up into a gap between two boards in the ceiling. "I found this when I was fixing a hole in the roof and needed to take these boards down to get to the leak."

Mike handed me a dusty gift box, the kind used to hold a shirt or two. I sat down on an old mattress and opened the box. There were a couple of magazines with naked men in various poses. Most were in black & white, all with flaccid dicks and flexing various muscles. Several pages seemed to be stuck together in spots. Mike and I shared knowing smiles. A few dozen Polaroid pictures were loose in the box as well.

"This one's of Joe's dad," Mike said. A tall good-looking man was leaning against a tree with his huge hard cock cradled in one hand.

"I see the similarities," I said, smirking. We looked through the other photos, there were several more of Joe's dad and a few other men. All naked with several having sex with Joe's dad or each other. "Has Joe seen these?" I asked.

"I told him when I found them, but he didn't seem surprised or even interested, so they've stayed up here. Honestly, I never got along with my uncle and they aren't worth much to me either."

I closed the box and set it aside. Grabbing an old couch cushion, I placed it between my back and the treehouse wall. I spread my legs and Mike picked up the small book before settling down on the mattress between them. He leaned back against me, and I wrapped my arms around his naked torso.

"This is what I wanted to show you," he said, holding up the small book and opening the cover. It was a photo album, just large enough for one picture on each page. The first was a black & white image of a man, he looked to be in his twenties, standing next to a dark haired woman who was holding a baby. They stood on the porch of an old farmhouse.

"That's my mom, holding me in her arms. My dad is there next to her," Mike said while pointing to him. "I was a week old when my grandfather took this photo. Gramps was so excited to have his first grandson, he bought that camera for my parents to take pictures of me growing up." Mike shuffled through a few pages to find a photo of his father in uniform. "This is the last one taken of dad. I was so young at the time, that I really don't remember him."

Mike took a long breath before turning to the last page occupied by a photo. It was of him, only a few years before, sitting on the porch steps with his mother, trimming a pile of green beans for canning.

"Joe took this one, it was late summer of eighty-seven. He put this album together for me, taking the photos from his own. I lost everything the following spring."

Mike closed the small album and set it down. I pulled him close and held him tightly until he was ready to go on.

"That winter the snow hit record levels. Even down here in the valley it caused trees to down power lines and make the road impassable. We were in the dark and isolated several times that winter.

"The following spring, the pastures were already flooding when warm weather and heavy rains melted feet of snowpack in just hours."

"I woke up to the house shaking and my mom screaming. Running downstairs there was water and mud flowing through the house and climbing up the stairs. She was clinging to the banister near the bottom of the staircase. I ran down to grab her when our Wagoneer crashed through the front wall, pushing her under the water and knocking me off the stairs. The current forced me out through a large hole in the wall and something hidden in the water did this," he said, guiding my right hand up over the scar on his bare chest.

"The water carried me near the old oak where I managed to grab onto the ladder. I climbed up into the treehouse and yelled for mom, but I could barely see anything in the darkness. I could only hear the roar of the water and the cracking of timber as the water ripped our house apart. I was shivering; ice-cold water drenched the few clothes I was wearing. I knew I needed to get warm to survive. I stripped everything off and dried my skin with an old sweatshirt before holding it over the wound in my chest. I crawled into my sleeping bag and waited."

"Joe and old man Phillips came looking for us as soon as the water dropped enough to try. I heard them yelling but couldn't yell back. Although extremely weak, I managed to bang on the floor with that," Mike said, pointing to a painted rock about the size of his fist. "The bottom of the ladder was gone, but Joe climbed the tree and found me. When I finally managed to ask about mom... he just shook his head."

Mike began to cry. I held him tightly until his tears subsided. I took off my shirt and wiped his face with it. A hint of a smile shown on his lips as he turned his head and kissed me. I dropped my shirt and returned my arms to their place around him.

"The rest is a blur; Joe was there for what came after and he can tell you the details. They somehow got me out of the tree and to the hospital. Infection had set in, and Mark told me later that I nearly died before they could get it under control."

"My mom was found a few days later, still under the Wagoneer, buried beneath what was left of our house."

Mike took a long, tremulous breath.

"That summer, Joe and I stood on the bridge and sprinkled her ashes into the cre..." Mike's voice broke into sobs. He leaned to the side, and I moved to let him lie down. Lying behind, I held him as his body trembled.

We could have been there for hours, I didn't know.

Slowly, Mike raised his head and rolled over to face me. I looked into his tear-reddened eyes, and he smiled as his expression turned unexpectedly sheepish.

"Don't," I said, keeping my eyes focused on his. "If you're about to apologize, you never have to for this. I love you, Mr. Hughes. Besides, when I'm drudging through my own fucked-up history, I'll expect the same from you," I said with a smirk.

"I'll think about it," he said, betraying his words with a warm smile.

"Fuck you," I replied, grinning back. That familiar hunger suddenly returned to his face as he kissed me.

"Yeah," he said, "fuck me."

I pushed him onto his back and straddled his body before bending and returning his kiss. Our hard dicks bulged in our jeans as we pressed and rubbed them against each other. Gently, I bit his lower lip before breaking our kiss.

I nibbled his left ear and caressed his neck with my trimmed facial hair. I worked slowly down and into the hair of his masculine chest, taking in several deep breaths as I kissed his scar then moved to his left nipple. I nibbled and sucked it while running my hands down the sides of his naked torso. His body convulsed and he let out a loud gasp as my fingertips tickled his bare flesh.

I sat up and his hands moved to my belt, he unbuckled it, sliding it from the loops and setting it on the floor, while both of our dicks strained to be set free. Mike carefully unbuttoned the top of my jeans and pulled the zipper down.

I stood up, quickly removing my boots and socks before pulling my jeans and shorts off. Mike grinned as my hard dick sprung free.

I knelt and removed his boots and socks. Kneeling between his legs, I deftly loosened his belt and jeans before pulling them and his briefs off in one movement.

I grinned, taking in the view of Mike's naked body. His muscular arms and strong thighs. The black hair covering all of the right places, and that god damned beautifully framed smile. Oh, and his rock-hard, eight-inch dick was nice too.

Mike bent his knees, propping his legs against my sides and pulled me down into his strong arms. Our torsos rubbed together as we rocked our hips, grinding our cocks and sharing our bodies.

Our dicks slipped freely, slowly lubricating themselves and stoking our senses. Drops of sweat appeared on our skin and faces. Mike lifted his legs, rocking his hips forward and my dick slid into the crack of his muscular ass.

Following my lover's lead, I sat up and placed his legs against my shoulders. Adding a generous amount of saliva with my hand I guided the head of my cock to his hole, then met his eyes with mine.

We held each other's gaze as I carefully slid inside him.

Mike growled softly as I came to rest, fully planted inside. I held still, savoring the moment before pulling out, then sliding back in. Enveloping his dick in both hands, I coaxed clear fluid from the tip and spread it down the length of his shaft. Gripping it firmly, I began to fuck him with slow penetrating thrusts, exciting Mike's senses as his warm flesh and sexy body stimulated mine.

Mike's gaping smile and audible gasps fueled my lust. I slowly increased my pace, studying him carefully to bring him close, but not too far. Sweat now rolled from our naked bodies and the sound of sex filled the old treehouse.

A change in his voice was the cue I'd been waiting for; I released his cock from my grip and slid his right leg from my shoulder, rolling him onto his side.

I leaned against his left leg, giving myself a good angle and began to pound the fuck out of his tight asshole. I pulled nearly all the way out, then slammed back in, sending shockwaves throughout his body. His deafening howls echoed in the small space as each thrust shook his drooling dick. Feeling my own tension rise, I wrapped my left hand around his shaft and began to stroke in time with my hips. The pitch of his cries changed letting me know he was ready to blow.

I was losing control as Mike roared. He tensed and his whole body spasmed. His angry cock pulsed in my fist. Cum raced under my thumb and up his shaft as it shot out onto the mattress and treehouse floor. I caught the last few shots in my hand and palmed his hypersensitive gland. He jerked and roared uncontrollably sending me over the edge.