The light-blue sky with dark ghostly clouds touched the region like a protective blanket. There was not much to do in Morristown, Indiana so folks talk about farming and the weather.

Leo and Elliot were friends, for sure, neither of them married. Leo the older of the two was gay. It was no secret; he was a gay man who just turned sixty.

Elliot was forty-four, with a certain charm designed to please women.  Leo was not certain about Elliot’s interest in the women that much. Being a gay man with experience, Leo, saw how much alike, they appeared to be, despite the differences in their age.

There is no shortage of opinion when it comes to people. Leo had a few ideas that lacked basic sense. He went from hero to zero, with the crazy notion that all men were available. Now, isn’t that just epic nonsense?

 “Looks like rain,” said Leo, sitting on the riding lawn mower. He had just finished cutting the grass. His neighbor Elliot hauled away the branches from the shrubs he had trimmed next to the screened-in porch of the house. They worked together often, helping one another with chores around the adjourning properties. They were neighbors, but also friends and friendship was the most important part.

“Hell no rain, but the sky looks mighty pretty,” grunted Elliot with a laugh.

Wouldn’t you just know it, Elliot was different. He cared little about the past. He believed in getting something finished then moving on.

Elliot demonstrated openly, a glow reserved for the opposite sex. He could be at times, a twit, but a forward thinker. Truthfully, he was a sexy man with redeeming qualities.

Leo saw a lot of himself in Elliot and predictable, except for the attraction to the opposite sex. His interest directed toward masculine men filled him with excitement. He was gentle longing to step back into yesteryear. Those were the days of sexy summer youth in Leo’s world

He grew up in Fort Wayne, Indiana, and was used to activities and matching wits with people. His father gave him the non-working farm in Morristown, on his 30th birthday.

There was not much happening when it came to “city lights” however, Leo loved the place and thought it was perfect. He was independent, alone, loved country living, and was gay.

Leo was a different kind of Hoosier from Indiana, but not a hick.  He was older now, and nothing much mattered. Life moves along so fast, that we all end up the same in the end, even a talented little dude like Leo.

 “How about something cold to drink?” said Leo climbing off the mower!

“Yeah, water sounds good,” replied Elliott, following him into the house.

******

The old dog, Lily, settled herself comfortably, on the shag rug in front of the stone-cold fireplace. Lily, a mixed breed canine, was epic and made no mistakes about it. She wiggled, rolled over, and played kissy-kissy, with every human face she could find.

She loved people, but favored Leo, seldom leaving his side.  She made people smile when she threw back her head and whined as if singing a song. All of a sudden, she was Ethel Merman.        

Hunched on his knees in front of the fireplace, Lily moved over giving Leo room on the shag rug.  His sandy brown hair, with a touch of gray, tussled around his forehead. He looked marvelous for his age and never dwelled on anything ridiculous as numbers.  His hand gently caressed the dog's head, scratching her ears and then rubbing her belly. 

Take a break, you spend more time with that dog than you do with your neighbor,” said Elliot.

“Okay, I can scratch your ears, if you like. Now, if you can sing like Ethel Merman, you get a belly rub,” said Leo, with a goofy grin.

“Ah, nice,” replied Elliot, grinning back at him. “Do you have to make everything sound gay?”

“That’s the way I do it.”                                                        

Elliot cocked his head, like a puppy, trying to make sense of the comment. He was used to Leo by now and nothing surprised him. In fact, he liked the humor and naughtiness in Leo’s remarks. He wasn’t ready to tell him that, however, not just yet.

Elliot sat on the sofa, with a bottle of water watching Leo stretched out on the floor next to Lily. The dog was panting slowly after giving Leo a smooching kiss on his face.

There was a noise outside sounding like a vehicle or maybe a stray animal. It was a false alarm, however. There was no vehicle but there were several squires running around in front of the porch, knocking over watering cans, looking for bits of bread that Leo put out for the birds.

Lily jumped in a flash barking and stretching to look out of the window.  It was typical of her when she heard a strange noise. If Lily were a person instead of a dog, she would be labeled. “The farm Warden. “Leo always said, “That’s her job to be a pain in the ass over every little noise.”

It was quaint, cute, and ridiculous, the way she would carry on over nothing. She was a sweet dog and that was good enough. There is always something good to be said about a house pet.

Leo stretched on the floor with his two hands behind his head trying to get a position that didn’t look like Esther Williams in an MGM swimming pool. His legs spread open and Elliot took notice of bulging like a biscuit.

Was it possible that Leo was posing to be noticed? 

Ha – what a dumb question is that? Of course, he was appealing, and one only had to look, to realize it. 

“Are you getting up?” Elliot asked.

“In a minute, just stretching my back a little, against the floor. Toss me a pillow off the sofa, will you?” He asked Elliot.

Elliot tossed him two pillows. 

“Here you go, wild man; a pillow for your comfort.”

“That’s two pillows, you don’t count very well,” added Leo.

“Yeah, I do. The second pillow is for me.”

Elliot flopped down on the shag rug and pushed a pillow under his head. He was quiet for a minute and then spoke to Leo.

“What is so friggin great about this? It is not comfortable.”

“I didn’t say it was comfortable, I said it was a good feeling stretching ones back. Don’t you know that hard is better than soft?” said Leo.

“That’s gay, huh?” replied Elliot. “Geezus man, you are bad.”

“Nah, when I am bad, that’s when I am good. Don’t toss a cookie, it’s just talking.” Leo reminded him.

Elliot unbuttoned his shirt, exposing a rugged hard chest. The house was warm, and he wanted to feel relaxed. The gentleness and smooth talk coming from Leo were casual and he moved closer to him.

Leo’s warm hand moved in tiny smooth circles over the hardness of Elliot’s chest. He felt little tremors in his muscles. Elliot’s eyes opened wide, staring intently on the ceiling. He could feel his dick beginning to move in his pants.

“What are you doing?”

“Rubbing your chest.”

“Why?”

“You are in Lily’s spot and Lily gets rubbed. It looks to me, like you have taken her place.”

“Is that how it works? I am a runner-up to a dog?”

“That’s about it, but I’ll stop, don’t want to embarrass you?”

“I’m already embarrassed; I know where you’re headed.”

“Now you’re ‘pissed.’ Sorry, I don’t want you upset - my fantasy, my mistake,” confessed Leo.

“I didn’t say I was pissed, I said I knew where you were headed. Then he took Leo’s hand and placed it back on his chest...

*****

There has to be a reason for things. Elliot was thinking touching needs no reason. Playing naughty is not appropriate for studs regardless of age. Movements that rack the brain and bring a rise to a man’s dick, are gay. 

Perhaps, a new level of friendship between Leo and Elliott was established.  With a simple stroke of gay genius, who knows how good things occur, for a common cause.

Leo began rubbing up and down the growing prize between Elliot’s open legs. He was fully dressed, with swelling pressing against the underwear fabric. He rested there, saying nothing, being groped, and fully aroused.

The telephone rang….

“Damn,” whispered Leo, reaching across Elliot’s shirtless body and reaching for the phone. “This is so not happening!!”

Leo regretted immediately that he answered the phone. It was a relative talking family nonsense and ruining everything. When he hung up the phone, Elliott was on the sofa, tucking his shirt back into his pants. “Fuck, so much for that.”

“I’m tired of living’ on talk,” said Leo.

“This isn’t just talking!”

“I get it and I understand it,” replied Leo. “I lost out to a freakin phone call.”

Elliott was grinning, “Hell’s bells.” A whisper of approval seeped through his eyes and face. “You didn’t lose anything.”

“Yeah, right!”

Patches of gloomy clouds blended over the land casting a mysterious pinkish color. “We are in for a downpour, by the looks of the sky,” said Elliott.”

“Lily darted from the window where she had been standing guard, and hunkered down once more on the shag rug, next to Leo. She began slobbering and licking him with her generous doggie kisses.

Elliott stood to leave, thinking he could beat the rain, but instead did something unprecedented.

He took his shirt off, exposing a solid hard chest. He dropped his pants to the floor and crawled between Lily and Leo.

Leo kissed him, pushing Lily out of the way. With no foreplay or hesitation, Leo’s head darted directly downward to his underwear, pulling it with his teeth. A sweaty crotch had just put out the “welcome sign” and Leo was finally where he wanted to be.

“Maybe we should talk about this,” said Elliott.

“Why, am I doing it wrong?” Leo barely mumbled stuffing his mouth with lunch.

“Not according to what I’ve read in the bible. Blowjobs are an ancient honored tradition. OMG man, so good – so good.”

“That’s eminent. I am all for tradition,” agreed Leo.

The clouds thickened, and Elliott saw the first drops of a heavy rain splash through the dirt on the windows.

Lily, a confused but excited dog, watched Leo as he used Elliott’s body like a dog toy in his mouth.  He never slowed, and he never stopped until cock was out of sight and shooting wildly. Whew – talk about getting the medicine down! Leo was a “thirsty-whiz” at taking dick. That’s not a pat on the back; he was the only cocksucker in Morristown, as far as anybody knew.

“I’m not making any promises, but sooner or later, sex gets to us all,” Elliott stated as Leo dried his crotch using his face as a hand towel.

“What are you saying? Do you want to reciprocate?”

“Things do happen when you are naked and rubbing against me,” smiled Elliott.

“Forget about that. I am not getting naked for another hour,” giggled Leo, intending to stay fully dressed.

“How about that, a whole fuckin hour. Well, so much for that idea. In an hour, I will be home watching reruns of Gunsmoke.”

The wind and rain were getting more intense. They went through the house to the garage and Leo drove Elliott next door in his truck.

They sat in the truck for a few minutes talking. There was no mention of sex and not a word of anything gay. It was as if nothing had happened. Both men liked it that way.

“I’ll cut the vines on the other side of your porch if you can hold off ‘till Tuesday. On Monday, I am painting the kitchen cabinets white.”

“What!! - We do everything together,” Leo reminded him. “What time are you starting?”

“9:00 o’clock Monday morning.”

“Put the coffee on, I’ll bring some extra brushes and rollers. Who knows, we might need them,” said Leo.

Things are different now. As time went on, they would often get aroused when working together and take a sex break.

Elliott loved the moving frog in Leo’s pants and adopted it as his play toy and afternoon snack. Lust was never planned and seldom talked about.

Elliott had a woman friend, whom he dated. They were not sexually attached at all. Elliott preferred lying naked with Leo. That was their little secret; actually, their big secret.

One day Elliott commented, “I am not an authority on facts, but we have a story here.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, I do,” replied Elliott.

“It’s nothing. I am so far ahead of you, we are in different time zones,” said Leo.

“I wouldn’t call that nothing.”

“Yeah, you’re right, what the hell was I thinking?”

They looked intently at one another locking glances that needed no explanation. Things started to bulge, so they headed off to the bedroom.

It was just another one of those Indiana days…

The End