Truly A Man

 by: Staley Cole Smith

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This story as written is fiction; the people, places and town, are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or deceased is purely coincidental.

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Jake’s napkin dropped to the floor. When he bent over to pick it up, he had his phone in his hand.  His head was eye level with my crotch and I swear he took a picture of my junk. Somewhere in that moment was a spark, bold as brass, and equally stupid. Jake was a yo-yo who took pictures of anything and collected rocks.  This dude really needed to get a life. It was a thought I would soon learn to regret.

I smiled at Jake and motioned him to come join me at my wobbly table. This was not unusual for folks living in Hollyville. Everybody was friendly like Andy and Aunt Bea from Mayberry.

He picked up his coffee, stuck his phone into his shirt pocket, and moved over. “I’m Jake,” He said

“I know – I’m Devin,” I said to him. “I remember you from years ago when we were in school.

“Nah, that’s not likely.”

“Sure it is; it was a weekday, when your dad took you and a younger brother into Fred’s barbershop. It was about 4:00 in the afternoon and nobody, except me, was there.” I said

“Good grief, I forgot about Fred,” said Jake

“No, you didn’t. Everybody in town remembers Fred the barber. It was different back then when Fred was here. He was a flaming red head who wore different colored jackets every day. Oh yeah, the man was snazzy.

You could see Fred most days standing out front and waving to everybody or sweeping. There were magazines and comic books outside for customers to buy. Sometimes we would read them and put them back. The shop had a soda cooler, with real ice and a potato chip rack. Talk about flashy.

There were about six weeks left of school. So you said, "Just a trim and cut back the front, just slightly. You were around thirteen then."

I still remember the look on your face when you heard the dreaded word "BUTCH!” You started to protest and saw your father’s jaw lock, daring you to say a word. Your dad was stern, but in a good mood, so everybody thought. I did not think that was cool at all.

I looked at the floor, as your soft brown hair dropped and remembered a tear rolling down your cheek as the clippers went from front to back right and down the middle.”

“It’s amazing how you remember that. Time has moved on and after all these years, with all the teasing and all the tricks, very few people have thought beyond themselves to someone else’s need. Sigh, it is people, in this town, that plague my very soul.” said Jake “I was very young, at the time, and my dad ruled my every movement. I am not a crybaby.”

“I couldn’t agree more; I assured to him - maybe you were younger than thirteen; anyway, we were kids. Just forget about it.”

“How ‘bout showing me the picture you took, when you dropped the napkin?” I asked

“The napkin fell, I didn’t drop it,” Jake said

“Of course.”

There was nothing more concerning the picture, but it did tell me something about Jake. I had seen him around for years, but we were never friends.  An imaginary thread of fantasy tightened me to the reality, that this hometown quiet hunk was gay. It was just that easy.

We parted that afternoon and I did not see Jake again until four days later. I brought my truck in for service, at the automotive shop, where he worked as a mechanic.

I checked in and left the service desk to wait in the customer lounge; Jake was there drinking coffee on his morning break.  He paid no attention to me, sitting by the window watching the traffic along Roadhouse road.

I tried to ignore him, but it was difficult. He looked good with his grease stained cargo pants and a white shirt, in need of washing. His hair was still brown but the curls were gone and cut short. He was growing a beard, which was no surprise; because half the men in town were doing the same thing, including me.

With all the boring thoughts that I had about Hollyville, Jake had what peaked my interest just looking at his profile and trim body. I had to put the newspaper on my lap to avoid attention to what was stirring in my pants. I could have been jailed, for what I was thinking. He was beefy, plain and simple.”

Break time was over and Jake was about to return to work. When he went past me, I spoke to him and he stopped.

Hey, Devin, ole buddy, are you waiting for your truck?” He asked

“Yup, but I would rather wait for you, with bus tickets to Cleveland.” I said smiling

“Yeah, right,” Jake said “It’s the best offer I’ve had all day, but you’re nuts.”

“Well, yeah – there is that,” I commented

“I’m just kidding Devin, you’re a cool guy. What can I do for you?” asked Jake

“Give me your cell number so I can text you.” I said

Without hesitation, Jake rattled off his number, and never asked why I wanted to have it. I tapped it into my phone.

“That was easy, everybody has to gamble once in a while,” I said

“Is that what you are doing; gambling?” he asked

“I think a moment in the sun, brings comfort after dark.”  I admitted turning bright red with embarrassment.

“I don’t know what the hell that means; you’ve got the number,” said Jake and walked back to the grease pit shaking his head.

In my view, Jake was a hidden treasure in plain sight, and it took my loneliness to realize it. I believe that excellence has a way of speaking for itself. I had nothing to lose.

Jake didn’t work on Friday, and the forecast called for calm, sunny and warm, with no rain in sight. An idea came to me………….

Autumn brings glorious few days to Ohio, but things change quickly to gloom, falling leaves, dampness and a lot of rain. In Ohio, there just isn’t any in between. However, in October, when it is comfortable outside, it is ideal for hiking. Friday was going to be one of those days...

About an hour’s drive, or less, from Hollyville was a wooded area with miles of easy hiking trails that traversed streams and tiny wooden bridges; The trails were man made and laid out in different directions, sending hikers on a return path to the starting point. People often avoided the streambeds because they became muddy in the spring and again in late summer, after the rain.

The trailheads had markers and signage so people would not get lost as long as they stayed on the trails. The area was known as, “Water Grind”

I sent Jake a text.

Hey Jake – “Goin hiking on Water Grind Trail tomorrow. Wanna go?”

A reply came back about five minutes later

Hey Devin - “Sure, I’ll go.” he wrote

The following morning, I called Jake to make sure he was still going, and then drove to his family farm to pick him up. It was around 9:30 in the morning; but closer to 10:00. The sun was shining and I felt good.

Jake came out of the house; he was carrying a paper cup with coffee sloshing around.  He looked the best I had ever seen. He strutted like a stallion with his legs sprinting and his junk shifting around in his pants. One could not miss seeing his worth; Jake was truly a man.

“Hey-hey Devin, you are right on time; want a coffee to go?” he asked

“Sure, black nothing in it.” I replied

He turned around and went back into the house to get the coffee. I hadn’t noticed him from behind before. His butt was denim round and firm looking like a honeydew melon, “How could I have missed that, living in the same town?” I asked myself.

When Jake handed me the coffee, he asked if we could take his pick-up and he would drive. 

“Don’t matter,” I said, “but I asked you to go, so I should drive.”

“It’s not a date, don’t go getting all proper with shit like that,” he said

“Okay, let’s take the truck. You no doubt, have something against my Ford Fusion?” I said with a slight laugh.

Jake took both backpacks and flung them into his Dodge truck.

“C’mon buddy, I’ll give you a ride in a classy Dodge, and opened the passenger door for me.

Jake was wearing a black cowboy hat and hiking boots. His pants were grey kaki with a pull over tan shirt, cool.

He backed his white pick up out of the parking place on to the road. I was fixated on his masculine frame as he stretched and looked around backing up the truck.

About fifty minutes or less, we pulled into the parking area at the trail site, and set in the truck for a minute before getting out.

“Here we are,” said Jake. “That was an easy drive, and there is only one car here, so far today. I like rocks, so if you see a rock that is weird or different, let me know;” said Jake, picking up his backpack.

“How the hell, are you going to carry rocks, when you are hiking five miles?” I asked

“I don’t mean a boulder – just a small rock that will fit in the back pack.”

“Oh”

“Yeah, oh” he commented

“I suddenly felt timid and thought it was best, not to analyze anything, it was easier that way.”

“If you are looking for rocks, let’s take the trail along the stream.” I suggested. 

“Yeah, good idea,” said Jake - "Let’s get started."

On the path leading to the stream, Jake was looking at rocks...lifting and moving them around with the toe of his boot.  The morning passed quickly and we were having a good time being boys again.

"You know, I'm getting thirsty!" he said

“No problem, follow me,” I said, as if I knew what I was talking about.

We gathered our stuff and walked along until we came to the stream. It bubbled clear and clean looking, licking the sides of the bank ending up into a shallow pool. The area shaded by trees, like an oasis in the woods, reminded me of a Disney production. The missing character was Bambi.

We dropped our packs and I grabbed two cups, bent over with the cups and filled them with water from the stream. Then, carefully walking back, I handed one to Jake.  His eyes went wide with surprise!

“What’s this - do you think I am going to drink wild water. Who knows what animal or person pissed in it up stream?

Then, it was my turn to talk about the limestone around that filtered the water, making it safe to drink, “don’t worry, it’s fine,” I said

“I think you need help with this one, Jake said to me. The limestone rock in the ground filters underground well water. This water is open to nature. Who knows what germs, that you can’t see, are living in here.”

“It worked on Gunsmoke”, I said

“This ain’t fuckin Gunsmoke and you’re not Dillon,” replied Jake laughing like a standup comic.

Jake took out a bottle of spring water from his backpack. “I’ll drink this,” he said. “I have another bottle – want one?”

“Nope”

“Works for me,” he replied twitching his nose like a rabbit.

He sat on a fallen log, loosened his boots, and pulled them off along with his socks.

When he was getting his socks off, I stared at his legs, with swirls of reddish brown hair. He caught me looking.

“Do you like what you’re looking at?” he said to me

I didn’t reply.

Then, he held out his hand for me to help him up. In doing so, he pulled me down almost landing on his lap. We sat side by side on the log.

"You know you’re a good lucking package,” he said to me.

“Yeah, I have been told that.” I replied. Jake was looking between my legs and this time it was my turn to talk.

“Do you like what you’re looking at? I said mimicking him the best I could. 

He took a swig of water from his bottle and said, “Yup”

Rummaging around and stepping into the water; he was gingerly walking around, picking up and dropping rocks, throwing a few on the bank.

“Damn, this water is cold; maybe wading in October is not such a good idea.” He cried out

“Especially if you’re going to drink it,” I said

He threw a rock too close, sending a spray of water wetting the front of my shirt.

"OH NO!" I yelled, scooping some water in a paper cup, I flung it at Jake and hit him on the back of his neck, soaking his hair and the back of his shirt. His cowboy hat was on the bank along with his backpack. He jumped with a shriek!

He splashed back and my face and shirt got even wetter.

“Okay, stop it,” he yelled out. “I’m not walking around in wet clothes.”

The sun was shining on the log where we were sitting; so it was not that bad.

Jake fingered my shirt and said "Up!" I lifted my arms and he pulled it off over my head. Then he took some paper towels from his backpack and began drying my face and chest.

"We need to lie down and let the sun dry us off, our shirts will be dry soon!" he said, sounding sincere.

The ground was laden with wild ferns, pine needles, acorns, moss and rocks.

“I’ll stay here on the log. It’s sunny enough for me to get dry. I’m not lying down shirtless, on that crap.” I said

“Jake began to laugh. “Of course, we are not lying down in the woods. I’m playing with you.”

“Playing – huh?” I said

He scooted closer to me until we were face to face. How do you feel? He asked.

I could feel his breath on my forehead and I thought I would either pass out or rip off his pants and rape him.

“Warm, I feel very warm,” I managed to say.

“Me too, but I’m beyond warm,” Jake, mumbled putting my hand on his crotch. He was swollen and I wasn’t sure how to react with something so real. I am not inexperienced and I am not stupid, but I was more nervous than I expected, touching him would be.

“Fuck this hiking, rocks and water.” said Jake. “Let’s go back to the truck where it is comfortable and warm.”

“Works for me,” I replied

When we got back to the truck, the other car was gone and we were alone in the parking area. Our shirts were dry, but still bare chested, we carried them in our hand.

“You’re a fiery little bundle Devin, Jake said to me while sitting in the truck. He put his hand on my knee, so I moved my legs exposing swollen junk.

“Let me re-word that statement, - fiery big bundle” he said and kissed me.

We began kissing, swapping spit and making out in the front seat of the truck. He licked my chest and our hands were everywhere groping and squeezing flesh covered with underwear.

This armature fooling around was driving me wacky, so I pulled my zipper down and put Jack’s hand in my pants touching my warm crotch. “This is where you belong,” I said

He ran his fingers over my swollen dick touching as much as possible.  “For me?” – He asked,

“For both of us” I replied and pulled my cannon cock free. “Is this what you’re looking for? I asked. ”

“That’s it.” He replied

Jake sat back in the seat and pulled his jeans down to his ankles. His meaty cock was already leaking, and pleading for attention.

I slid my hand over his warm flesh not thinking about anything other than what I was holding.  I went down on Jake like a frog catching a fly. I seriously throated him and Jake groaned rising to fill my mouth with a slow steady rhythm. Everything was perfect; I finally had Jake helpless.

“Damn, your mouth is warm, don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry about that; no way am I stopping,” I mumbled

I did not have to work long before a gift flooded my mouth.  Jake groaned, and let loose, dumping everything into me.  Honeydew started to run between my lips, but I slurped it back and never lost a drop. I could barely swallow fast enough to keep up, but I managed. I managed just fine.

Jake moaned. “I needed to unload that.”

“You flooded me, how long has it been?”

“It’s been a while, since I got off like that. I’ve been waiting for you. So yeah, it’s been awhile.

“Waiting for me? You are so full of it”

“Nope, you swallowed, and now you are full of it,”

“Yeah, I am”

“You think?” Jake said”

“Nah, I never think, I just react.”

“Liar – you think about me, c’mon admit it.” Jake mumbled

“Okay, “I was hoping I would get to do that,” I admitted

“I knew it.” he said

Jake had calmed down after unloading that torpedo down my throat. I was leaking like wildfire and he put his arm under my back and pulled me closer to him.  The truck had a solid seat across the front with no console, so it was easy for him to hold me.

Jake licked my neck, and worked his way over my face and down my chest to my crotch.  He massaged me with his warm hand, kissing my dick. It was electrifying. He definitely had a magic touch. 

His hot tongue skimmed over my crotch and he slurped my dick into his mouth making love to me in a most unusual way. I was pulsating hot, ready to over flow, with him touching me like that, but did not want him to stop.

Jake cradled me in his hand and licked my cock, as if, spreading butter on a muffin. Then it happened.

I could feel myself erupting just by being in Jake’s hand. He wasn’t moving his hand; he was just holding my dick. Spurts of sticky bubbled out and over his fingers. I do not remember how long that went on, but it felt glorious. I had never ejected that way before.

Jake licked his finger and then put it to my mouth. I resisted at first, but opened up and he finger fucked my mouth, moving his finger around, across my teeth, searching for a place to land. I was surprised how erotic it felt.

Finally, he used a tissue and cleaned what was left of the sticky mess from my crotch. His arm went around me again, and he smothered his face into my neck quietly mumbling – “You are so sexy…so sexy…so sexy.”

“You know something Devin,” he said

“How many guesses do I get?” I asked

“Nah - no guesses. I’ll just tell you.  “I want to sleep with you naked. I want to lie of top of you, beside you, next to you, and let our bodies become one.

“You are flawless – just amazing,” I said, “Let’s do that. Let’s become one.”

Absorbed in an afternoon of welcomed lust, I knew tomorrow would surely intensify.  We returned to Hollyville that day as different people.

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Posted: 11/22/19