I realize I am a little late posting this week (Hey, it's still Wednesday), and yes I have taken the past two weeks off. Life happens...we will leave it at that. Hope you enjoy the latest installment, and will check out the other flashers--links follow.
This weeks prompts: “The game is afoot!” or “Feet don’t fail me now” or feat of
strength or alligator, clip, residue or use a storm in some way or “You are the
wind beneath my wings” or “Come sail away” or “Please pass the…” or find a
creative use for mayonnaise or make a My Favorite Martian reference.
Bane (3)
"I see you've been to the
quarry again," Uncle Jamie said as I walked through the kitchen door.
He stood at the sink washing
lettuce he had probably gathered that morning from his garden. I plopped down on the barstool beside the
island in the middle of the kitchen floor.
"What makes you say that?"
Uncle Jamie does not respond. He simply rolls his eyes as he looks at my
naked body from head to foot. "If
you expect to eat dinner here, you better go put some clothes on, young
man. Kevin will be home soon, and I
don't need him staring at you all night."
I reluctantly gave in, and headed
to the laundry room off the kitchen.
Although I officially lived in the big house over the hill, I spent more
and more time at Uncle Jamie's. I felt more
comfortable sleeping on his couch than I did in my own room. Uncle Jamie was
one of the only members of my family to actually get out of this place for a
time, and secretly he was helping me get out as well. He had always been my
favorite uncle, and it was Uncle Jamie I ran to the night my brothers found me
in the barn with the Felts boy three years ago.
* * *
Everyone in Connor's Gorge works
for my family in one way or another. All
of the "able bodied" men and boys work in the coal mines my family
has owned for over a hundred years. Most
of the families live in the gorge, and the buses travel from the mines every
morning to pick them up, and then again at night to drop them off. There are those who are allowed to remain in
Connor's Gorge if they are unable to work in the mines, but they are a
few. Jeremy Felts was one of those few.
My father had been best friends
with Jeremy's dad when he was growing up. Jeremy was born blind, and the Felts
feared what Grandpa Connor would do. Dad
persuaded Grandpa Connor to save a place for him to work, taking care of the
horses when he was old enough. Jeremy
was three years older than me, and I never understood why people always looked
at him with such disgust. No one saw any reason for Jeremy to attend school.
There was no one in the Gorge who could read or teach him braille, and Grandpa
wasn't going to allow a teacher to come from the outside.
Jeremy moved into a small room at
the back of the barn when he was ten. He
would spend his days with Mister Jake, the man who took care of all the
animals. Jake's wife would fix Jeremy meals, but they did not want him in their
home. I never really noticed Jeremy, although I spent a great deal of time
playing and hanging out around the barn when I was younger. He was always around, quietly doing his work,
but I never took much notice of him.
When I was fourteen that changed.
It was a hot summer day, and I was
headed to the quarry for a swim. I went
down to the barn to get my horse, and was greeted by a shirtless Jeremy. I had noticed my attraction to men growing for
the past couple years, and had played around some with a few of my cousins, but
this was the first time I felt feelings this strong. I started hanging out around the barn more
and more that summer. I would lay on a blanket in the hay loft, and read to him
from my text books while he worked. He
would quietly listen, and occasionally ask me questions, but nothing sexual
happened between us for almost two years.
I attempted to initiate things with him occasionally, but he would
politely shut me down. Jeremy always
made me go home before Jake's wife dropped his dinner off at the barn.
An unseasonably warm spring evening
toward the end of March, the horses started acting up. No matter what Jeremy did, they would not
settle down.
"What's wrong with them?"
I asked.
"I don't know," he
replied, "It could be the full moon, or maybe there is a storm
coming."
I helped him secure the horses in
their stalls, and calm them down. By the
time we had them settled, we could hear a strong wind rattling the tin shingles
of the barn. As I opened the barn door to head up to the house, the wind caught
it and blew it out of my hand. Jeremy
heard the door bang against the side of the barn along with my scream of
surprise, and before I knew it was pressed up against me as we struggled with
the barn door. It felt like someone was hurling buckets of ice water at us, as
a mixture of rain and hail began to fall.
We finally got the door closed, and Jeremy pulled the crossbar down to
latch it.
The horses were kicking at their
stalls once again. The staccato of the
ice and rain against the tin roof, accented by the cracks and rumble of thunder
outside made it almost impossible to hear. We both continued to work at keeping
the horses calm, until finally the noises of the storm outside began to die
down. The temperature in the barn had
dropped by at least twenty degrees, and I began to shiver. I suddenly realized it had also become very
dark within the old wooden structure, when I stubbed my toe on something.
"Shit," I exclaimed,
"I can't see anything."
"Oh my God," I heard
Jeremy exclaim, "neither can I."
I felt him put his arm around my
waist as we laughed, and could feel him shivering, as well. Although the storm
had died down, a steady rainfall could still be heard.
"You’re soaking wet."
Jeremy noticed, and began guiding me through the barn with his arm still around
my waist. I could tell we were moving in
the direction of his room at the back of the barn. When we got to the room, he opened the door
and led me over to the small twin-size bed.
"Take of your clothes and sit
on the bed.”
"I never thought you'd
ask," I joked as I did what he had instructed. I had been here many times, and fantasized
about being naked in this room with him almost daily. It added to my excitement to realize in this
darkness I was almost as blind as him. Somehow, it equalized us even more.
These days, my dick seemed to stay
hard all the time, and it was so rigid, at that moment, it was almost painful. I shuddered as he sat beside me. The brush of his bare flesh against my own
was almost more that I could take as he wrapped a wool blanket around us. He scooted close against me, and I could feel
the hardness of his muscles and the softness of his skin at every point where
it contacted mine. I shuddered again as
precum wet the tip of my cock.
"Are you still cold?" he
asked as he tightened the blanket around us.
I could not answer. Words would not form behind the sudden cotton
like feeling drying my mouth. I bravely
reached out my hand under the blanket and felt for warmest spot between
Jeremy's legs. He was hard as well. He whimpered as I traced the great length of
it with my fingers, and groaned when I wrapped my hand around its base.
"No one has ever touched me
there before," he said in almost a whisper.
I was still shivering from head to
toe, but I wasn't cold any longer. I
refused wait for another opportunity. In
one quick move, I dropped down to the saddle blanket on the dirt floor that
served as a rug, spread his knees apart and buried his cock within my hungry
mouth. It was clumsy and quick, but I
will never forget that first and last taste of Jeremy Felts. My own dick spasmed and spattered the
floor. As we simultaneously exploded in
his room, there was a huge cracking noise from the front of the barn. I wondered if a tornado had hit as I was
violently ripped up from between Jeremy's legs.
I only realized my eyes had been
shut, when I opened them to see my brother, Jason's, angry face. It was he who had grabbed me and pulled me
away from Jeremy. He now tossed me to
the dirt floor. The storm had apparently passed, because moonlight came through
the shattered doors, lighting the entire barn.
"Get your ass up to the
house!" Jason yelled.
I knew that neither my brothers nor
my father had ever liked me, but in that moment, I saw hatred in Jason's
eyes. I scrambled to my feet and looked
back toward Jeremy's room. I saw a
glimpse of my oldest brother Colton through the door, heard Jeremy scream, a
loud thump, and then silence. Like a
coward, I turned and ran from the barn.
I did not run home. I ran straight
to Uncle Jamie's.
