Real Life At The Red Rock Ranch

We gave each a 30 second peep-show as we changed into our swim suits back in our hut. Bryce had a thin happy-trail of dark hair between his belly button, and pubic hair that was deffinately not there the last time that I saw him. We rowed our boat close to shore, but away from the dock, and then took turns rubbing sun screen on each other even though it was totally un-necessary. We layed tip-to-toe in the flat bottom boat, and I could sense that our conversation was heading in a spacific direction.

"It's wierd being here with you Jeff." Bryce said.

"Jeez! I hope that it's a good wierd, and not a bad wierd." I replied.

"Oh yeah! totally good. I didn't think that I ever see you again, and then you didn't come back."

"Yeah! I was all wrapped up in getting my license, and fixing up my truck that year. I though about you a lot that summer?"

"Wow! - you really thought about me Jeff?"

"Yes, because I felt kind of sad that I might never see the first guy that I ever kissed again." 

"Hey! you're the first guy that I've ever kissed too." Bryce said.

"I'd really like to talk about that Bryce, if that's okay with you" 

"Sure man! but try not to sound so serious, you're kind of scaring me. I guess you should know that when we kissed, ya know? after Travis went to sleep. You did something to me." Bryce said.

"I did! - like something pervy?"

"No not pervy. It was far from pervy Jeff. It was that best kiss that I've ever had, and I sort of got all excited as the next summer started getting close. Then I got here and found out that you weren't here, I was totally crushed."

"Didn't you have any fun? - I hope that I didn't ruin the entire session for you?"

"Well....Travis chestered when he thought I was sleeping."

"No shit! - So what did you do?"

"Layed very, very still." Bryce said with an shit-eating grin.

"Was he any good at it?" I asked.

"I'm not really sure. I was too busy thinking about you." Bryce said.

"Come here." I said, and Bryce moved over towards me. I gently stroked that side of his face with my hand and I watched his eyes close as I did it. After a few seconds, he reached for my hand and kissed it, and then kissed me. We where really getting into it, and Bryce put his arm arond my back. He slowly lowered me down and came right down ontop of me. I felt him slid his tongue into my mouth, and I thought I was gonna nut right there in my shorts. That feeling that I had missed for the past 3 years had come right back just a strong as ever. 

We both agreed to start rowing back towards the dock, but it was so difficult to stop kissing. I wanted to just eat chow, hit the shower, and then head straight for our hut, so that I could remove all of his clothing and just stare at his naked body.

When the horn sounded for chow, Bryce and I went running. We inhailed the food in a matter of minutes and then headed for the shower. That took all of two minutes, and then we made a mad dash back to our hut. We moved both of our mattresses onto the floor and waisted very little time gettin' busy. This was the first time that I made-out with a totally naked guy, and I couldn't think of anyone else better to do it with.

Everything about Bryce was incredible. His body, his passion, and his dick. Man! that thing leaked more pre-cum, then my truck leaked oil. We made each other cum a bunch of times over the course of the night. But we also talked a lot about this felling that we gave each otherm that we couln't get from anyone else. And that marked the true beginning between Bryce and I. It was settled that after 7 weeks, we would not be going our separate ways. As much as we had thought about each other over the years, neither of us thought that we'd reunite at Red Rock on the staff. Bryce told me how he felt when he stepped off of the train, and saw me there smoking a cigarette, and reading the paper. 

I had managed to keep my sexuality a secret from my parents, but I knew that when I got home, packed up all of my shit, and left to go run-off with a man, they'd get the picture. They actually took it alot better then I thought. And when they met Bryce for the first time, my mother regailed him with stories that I don't even recall telling her. It was my first inclination that they actually did piece that little puzzle together when they came to pick up from the train station when I was 14

Bryce came down the following week to help me pack up my things. We went out to dinner with my parents and that's when the whole story came out, so-to-speak.

Bryce had a very suductive side to him, and the fact that he had my mother doing shooters with him was proof of that. I had never seen my mom hammered before, and it took bryce to make it happen. By the time we got seated at a table, and our food arrived, my mom was already half-in-the-bag. She started telling Bryce about the car ride home from the train station when I was 14.

"Oh my......God! - all the way home from the train station it was - Bryce this - Bryce that - Me and Bryce - Bryce and I. And then the next year it was all of that and more. Christ! you where all that he could talk about. I was about to tell my husband to stop by Macy's on the way home so we could get a bridal registry started for the two of you." My mom said with a drunking slur.

"Fuck mom! who much have you had to drink?" I said

"Watch your language Jeffery!" My mom exclaimed "You're not too big for a spanking youngman"

"Your mother is right." Bryce said to me. - "But that's my job now." He said to my mom. She thought it was hysterical and busted up laughing. I was sure that we would be asked to leave the resturaunt at any moment. Meanwhile, I'm just dying of embarrssment. My dad even thought it was funny. But most of all, I could tell that they really liked Bryce, both of my parents. They rarely agreed about anything, and yet again, it took Bryce to make that happen.

I was truely happy for the first time in a long time, and it just kept getting better all of time. I remember every little sign that let me know that Bryce was in it for the long run. Like when he started calling my parent by thier first names, and when my dad would refer to us as "the boys" when speaking to my mom. 

When we would came to vist, my dad would shout through the house. "Honey! - the boys are here!"

The first time time that I heard my father say that, I almost fucking cried. There where a few relatives who couldn't handle sitting down to a Christmas Dinner or Thanksgiving with a couple of queers, so they stopped coming. I bought the lame excuse once, but after a the second time, I figured it out. I told my mom that Bryce and I didn't have to come every Christmas and Thanksgiving. She told me not to worry about it, and besides, she needed Bryce to blame for getting her hammered. Bryce did like to celibrate over the holidays, and he though that my mother all liquored up was fucking hysterical. I have to admit that I was pretty funny to see a 50 year old, drunk-ass, white women. She had the foulest mouth when she was drunk. and talked like a hip-hop, gangsta teenager. 

I told my mom that one year Bryce and I would come for Christmas, and Thanksgiving the next. This way she could see her sister, a few cousins, and Bryce and I every year. Her response was an emphatic:

"FUCK THEM! - Punk ass bitch can't hang, Punk ass bitch don't eat! - Okaaaaaay!" She said.

I immedaitely shot a look over at Bryce, and he said "Don't look at me, she was already hammered when we got here."

"Jeez mom - You're lit." I said.

"Chill dog! It's all good." She said.

Yup! Bryce was mine forever. I finally let go of that worry stone that I'd rub, fearing that I wake up one day and he'd be gone. By the time we where both 30-years old, I felt pretty safe, and finally stopped worring.