Twisted (22 page)

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later, Mike and Agent Holder came out of the office. Holder headed off to the bunkhouse to talk with Jason. He smiled at Mike and clapped him on the back like he was an old friend. Mike didn’t look too enthused.

“How ya doin’, buddy?”

Mike shook his head and snorted in disgust. “You sure as hell were right, Jeffy. He really tried to get me upset. When he could see he was really gettin’ to me, then he got all friendly. He really got me pissed off when he told me that what I went through could turn someone into a serial killer.”

I put my arm around Mike. “He’s a prime asshole. I think you turned out fine. Cute too.”

He smiled at me. “Hey, Jeffy, you reckon we could skip the workout and just go upstairs and cuddle? Maybe we could get a bite to eat afterward?”

“Sounds like a plan to me!”

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several hours later. We’d made some BLT sandwiches and had them with some soup. Then we headed back upstairs. We were now lying in bed, and Mike had been complaining about Holder’s questions that came across as accusations. Mike was definitely not a happy camper.

I thought of something that would take his mind off of Agent Holder. “You remember Jason and Smitty talkin’ about shavin’ below the belt? You still wanna try that?”

His eyes lit up, and he snuggled closer to me. “Yeah, I do. That sounds real hot.”

“Okay then, get that cute ass of yours in the bathroom. Why don’t you get in the shower and get the area all wet.” Mike jumped up and practically ran into the bathroom. I could hear the shower going as I walked in. In a flash he was out of the shower. I had gotten a razor and some shaving cream.

“Sit on the edge of the bathtub, buddy, and spread your legs.” He was already rock hard. I turned the faucet in the bathtub on slowly and lathered his balls and around the base of his dick.

“This is really hot already, Jeffy. It’s like you’re markin’ me as yours.”

I pulled the skin on his sack tight and ran the razor over it. His cock twitched and out dripped some precum. “Seems you like that, buddy.”

“Yeah, the thought of you usin’ a razor on me down there is really hot.”

“You know you’re gonna have to keep shavin’, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I’ll keep it nice and smooth for you.”

“Good boy. Still feel good?”

“Hell yeah.” I continued tuggin’ on his balls and runnin’ the razor over them. In a few minutes, I moved on to the base of his dick.

“It seems to me, Mike, that this makes your cock and balls look bigger.”

“It feels so hot, you handlin’ me and runnin’ the razor over my crotch.” He was still hard and leakin’ like a water tap in need of a new washer. I had gotten hard from his response. Finally I was done and grabbed a washcloth and washed the remaining shaving cream off of him, and then dried him off. I ran my hand over his balls. They did feel really different.

“Holy fuck. My balls feel a lot more sensitive after you shaved ’em. Sensitive in a good way.” He moaned.

“You wanna get fucked and have me rub those smooth balls of yours while I pound your ass?”

“Oh yeah! Please!”

We moved into the bedroom. He was just about to lie down when I pulled him into my arms and began to kiss him. Our tongues dueled for a few minutes, and then he let me slip my tongue into his mouth. It was a submissive gesture, and it got me really horned up. I gently pushed him down on the bed so his ass would be hanging over the edge. I got down on my knees, and he lifted and spread his legs. I began to rim him, working my tongue around his hole, and after a minute or so, he was squirming around and whimpering. I slowly moved up and tongued the area right behind his balls. I’d shaved him there, too, and he began moaning really loudly.

“God that feels good! Where you shaved is so sensitive. That’s incredible, Jeffy.”

“You like that, huh?” He moaned in response. I ran my tongue over his balls.

“Fuck, that feels good! Yeah, Jeffy, lick my balls. That feels really great! The skin is so sensitive. Please keep that up.” I did, for a few minutes. I finally stood up and grabbed his ankles.

“You wanna get fucked now, buddy?”

“Yeah, fuck me.” He’d reached over and gotten out the lube.

“Hold your legs up.” He did, and I poured some lube on my dick and his ass and balls. I rubbed his hole a bit and then slid my finger in. With my other hand, I began working his balls, rubbing them and tugging them. He was moaning, and his eyes rolled back into his head as he gave in to the pure sexual pleasure.

“I can tell you don’t like this, Mike. I reckon I’ll stop.”

“No, I like it, please keep it up.” He was writhing on my finger and pushing his balls into my hand. I pulled out my finger and positioned my cock head right against his hole.

“You ready? You wanna get fucked?”

“Yeah, Jeffy, put it in. Fuck me, please. I want you in me bad.” I slid my cock in. He sighed in pleasure. I kept fondling his balls. They did feel different. I never realized how much friction all the fur on them had caused. With my free hand, I began to stroke his cock. He had a little stream of precum oozing down his shaft.

“No, please, no, you’re gonna make me shoot. I just wanna enjoy this for a while.”

“Okay. I’ll just keep fuckin’ and workin’ your balls. Is that what you want?”

“Yeah, it feels soooo good. That was hot, havin’ you shave me. Did you like it?”

“I liked watchin’ how it affected you. I gotta say too, you look pretty hot with those smooth balls and the fur missin’ from around the base of your dick. That makes that big cock of yours seem even bigger. So you really liked me takin’ a razor to your balls?”

“Yeah, that was hot. You marked me, you made me yours.”

“That’s right, Mike, you are mine. My boy. My fuck toy. You just love gettin’ fucked, don’t ya?”

“Yeah, by you. Fuck me harder, Jeffy. Really ram it in. I wanna know later I got fucked.” I picked up the pace and began moving around a bit as I thrust into him. He was trying to thrust himself against me and also to push his balls harder into my hand. I could hear him breathing real heavy. He wasn’t even touching his dick.

“You’re really horned up after gettin’ shaved, ain’t ya? You like havin’ those smooth balls worked just about as much as you like gettin’ fucked, eh, boy?” He just moaned in response. “That sweet ass of yours is gettin’ me close. I’m gonna shoot soon. Yeah, your guy’s fuckin’ your ass till he comes. You want me to come, Mike?” He let out one long groan and then a shout. His cock began pumping, and the first shot hit him right on the chin. He shot five more rounds, each hitting a little further down his body. I made it to about three before I lost it. I seemed to shoot forever and then collapsed on the bed next to Mike. He crawled up a bit and snuggled against me with his head on my chest.

“That was awesome, Jeff. Thanks for tryin’ that. Gettin’ shaved like that really got me horned up.”

“You’re kiddin’? I couldn’t tell!” We both laughed. “I got an idea, buddy. Are you up for goin’ skiin’ now?” Mike looked up at the skylight. It was already twilight.

“But it’s almost dark now. Can we go skiin’ in the dark?”

“It’s a full moon tonight. It’ll be as bright as day with all the snow to reflect the light. Unless you don’t wanna go for a moonlight ski trip with me.” I couldn’t hide the smile when I said that.

“That sounds like fun. Remember the ski goggles I bought us in the sports shop uptown? I thought they’d be good on real cloudy days. They’re yellow and they sort of amplify the light.”

“Great idea, Mike. Let’s get cleaned off and geared up!”

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an hour later, we were outside and several miles down the trail. It was really cold, since it was clear, and the bright moon and the snow cast the world in a silver-blue light. The stars were really bright too. Even in the woods, the trees were far enough apart or bare enough to permit us to see the trail clearly. Mike had been leading since we left the ranch. He stopped where the trail curved close to the river, to wait for me. I skied right up next to him.

“You got ice all over your beard, buddy.”

“So do you, Jeff. C’mere.” I went right up to him. We leaned into each other.

“Wanna see if we can melt some ice?” After saying that, I leaned into him and kissed him. As we pushed our faces together, I could feel the ice in my beard and his. His lips were warm and his tongue hot in my mouth. I could taste wintergreen Skoal. The kiss was a long and lingering one. We’d just played, so it wasn’t a kiss full of desperation or even sexual passion. It was more a bonding and sharing kiss. For me, it seemed to speak volumes about just how important this man was to me. I rubbed my gloved hand down the side of his face, stroking his icy beard, communicating with the gesture and the kiss the depths of my feelings.

Without words, he seemed to pick up on my unspoken communication. He pulled back and looked at me. “Wow, that was some kiss, Jeff. I like kissin’ ya out here on the trail, under the moon.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty special, ain’t it? I love the woods in winter, and it seems in winter under a full moon, they’re even more beautiful.”

“The whole world seems blue and silver. It’s kinda magical.”

“That it is, Mike, and it’s even more special, sharin’ it with you.”

“I bet you say that to all the guys.” He nuzzled into me and laughed when I pulled back due to the ice on his beard.

“Actually, there’s only one guy who’s ever been special enough for me to share this with.” We kissed again. As we broke apart, I looked up. In the north, curtains of light danced across the sky. The northern lights were out. I nodded my head to the north, and Mike looked.

“Wow, the aurora! Remember last year when we sat on the porch and watched the northern lights? They were blue then. Now they’re red.”

“I do remember. Seems this night couldn’t get more beautiful, could it?”

“No, Jeff, it sure couldn’t.” I didn’t realize then, although the night couldn’t get more beautiful, it sure could get uglier.

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and watched the aurora for about fifteen minutes. We were starting to get a bit cold, so we decided to ski on and go to the parking lot by Green’s Farm. It was one of the few places where there was a parking lot right by the trail. It’s actually a sno-park, an area where folks could park their cars to participate in different winter sports. In most areas, you had to ski a bit to reach the trail. On one side of the parking lot were several picnic tables. We’d brought a couple of thermoses with hot chocolate spiked with Bailey’s and some granola bars and trail mix. It would be a perfect place to have a snack and then turn around. The lot was six miles or so from the ranch, as the skier skis, so that meant a nice easy jaunt of twelve miles. I made the suggestion to Mike, and we both agreed it was a plan. We got back on the trail and headed toward our goal. The trail had its ups and downs, but in general it was a gradual downhill from west to east, the direction in which we were skiing. Mike had improved by leaps and bounds. I had taught him how to skate-ski last week. Skate-skiing is where the skier pushes off with one ski, then the other, using the inside edge of the ski. When you watch someone skate-skiing, it looks just like they are ice skating, but with skis on their feet. It’s a great technique for the trails which aren’t groomed, or trails that have gotten so much use that the grooming tracks have disappeared. The normal cross-country ski technique is moving your skis straight forward. Mike took to skate-skiing like a duck to water. He picked it up right away.

As we skied through the moonlight, closer to the parking lot at Green’s Farm, we came up on a long, gradual downhill slope. Since the grade was so gentle, it seems that everyone who uses this section of trail, skate-skis on it. Mike pulled up to the top and stopped. I skied up to him.

“What’s up, Mike?”

“Can you let me go ahead and skate-ski down the hill? I want you to follow and tell me what you think of my technique. I especially want to know what you think of how I take the curve about halfway down.”

“Sure, buddy. I’m happy to do that. Besides, that way I get to watch that cute ass of yours in those tights.”

“Horndog! You just got a piece of ass, now you want another.”

“I didn’t say anythin’ about wantin’ it, just wantin’ to watch it. Besides, you don’t mean to tell me that you don’t watch me when I ski in front of you, do you?”

He grinned at me. “Guilty as charged. Besides, if I can’t watch your ass, who can?”

“Okay, Mike, point made.” I was laughing. “Wait for me at the bottom, and we can have some hot chocolate and trail mix at one of the picnic tables there.”

“If I do, can I have another kiss like we had before?”

“Hell, Mike, you don’t even got to ask for that. Get that cute ass of yours over here, and I’ll give you a nice kiss for luck.”

“How can I say no when you ask so nice?” He came over, and I put my arms around him and drew him into me. The kiss was another nice one, lingering and sweet. We finally broke apart, and Mike skied over to the path.

“Okay, Jeff, watch and let me know how I’m doin’.”

“You got it, bud.” He started to ski skate down the gradual slope. I waited until he’d gone about twenty yards and followed after him. Although it was dark, the moonlight was bright enough where I could see him clearly. He had really good form. Each time he’d push off, he’d skate with that ski, and then fall into the same easy rhythm with the other ski.

I thought again just how much Mike had improved since we’d started skiing together. He came up on the curve and took it really well. He stayed in perfect form as he leaned into the turn and moved his skis just enough to take the curve easily. He was out of my sight for a few seconds until I rounded the curve. He was still in perfect form. I watched him for a few seconds, enjoying the motion of his glutes as he skate-skied.

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then that I noticed the van parked at the bottom of the hill, halfway across the trail where it joined the parking lot.