Page 17 of Shifting Years
An old white-brick store doesn't belong at the woods' edge, but Old Man Miller heard rumors of a highway. He'd be the first store when the houses came, but some plans don't happen and neither did the road's construction. Nearby bridges washed out all the time, so no real traffic.
Today, I counted two thin male hippies, and three equally skinny women using the building. One flashed a peace sign as I parked my white convertible.
A man with rose-colored glasses and long blond hair strummed a beat-up guitar as I approached. "Hey man, jam with us?"
The three women responded in unison, "Please do."
"Not a singer."
"You can be," said another man with shoulder-length brown hair and his hand against the ground as if hiding something. "You cool?"
My father taught me drug-user slang, so I knew what sat under his hand. The skunk smell gave it away and I'm pretty much a police officer, just not official.
They didn't do anything destructive and well, they had the courtesy to do it outside town. I'd be like those guys inEasy Riderwho shot hippies for no reason if I reported them.
"Not for me," I said.
The brown-haired man shrugged as if I made a mistake.
A choked whisper called from behind. "Out of sight! You came!"
The five hippies chanted with a musical tone. "Mystical Michael!"
Mike held his fingertips together and bowed with closed eyes before opening them and turning to me. "Why?" he whispered.
I had rehearsed a speech, but nothing came. I turned toward the woods and an abandoned barn.
"Why did you come?" he yelled while hurrying next to me. No matter how much I sped up, he kept pace under the overhead branches. He was short but athletic.
He reached up, grabbing my shoulder. With an automatic pivot, I locked his arms in front and slammed him back toward the tree. This time, I started the kiss. I released his hands and my fingers snaked into his thick hair. "Damn you," I whispered.
Tongues circled, tasting the other. My cock ground against his stomach while tree bark fell. I pinned him firmly to the ground, leaning on his wrists, daring him to break free.
He licked his lips and tried breaking free before smiling. I didn't have to hold him down so my hand went to his crotch. I wasn't a robot, but I wasnotin control of my body. Quick fingers unbuckled his pants, and I don't know if I could take him in my mouth, but I had to repay him for the other night.
I'll try.
His white underwear pulled down, and I gripped his shaft. He moaned with his head arching back. I know my dick, and what I like, but common sense also guided me. Up and down while kissing him.
This was wrong, wasn't it? Yet, I never felt this burn inside me. As if my hands were claws, they went out for an instant before digging into his shirt. I'm sure I almost tore the fabric as I pulled up.
Incredible!
I don't know if beautiful is a word for men, but it is with him. He's short and didn't have my muscles, but the little guy wasperfect.I never thought to imagine the ideal man, but there he lay in the dirt.
And he's ready for me to do anything. Anything at all.
I would have entered him, but I didn't have a rubber. Asking in the pharmacy meant questions. Yet, I should do something. I leaned down, passing his mouth, and sucked low on his neck, where a t-shirt could hide it later. Some guys did this with girls, to mark them.
Mike's moans mixed with mine until I didn't know who was louder. I have no answers for why I took off my shirt and spent over ten minutes with him. Even the slow parts like running my hands over his muscles or letting him suck on my fingers were nice.
No, it's better than anything I've felt in my life.
We talked for a short while, and with every secret, my smile dropped. All his thoughts and opinions were so wrong. No, it was worse. They were stupid and un-American. After he stumbled through a story about throwing rotten fruit at police officers, I blinked slowly. "Why were you at an anti-war rally?"
"The hint's in the name. Why wereyouin a bar?"
"My dad ordered me. He wanted to see if anyone was breaking decency laws." I shrugged. "Then I'd call for a bust."
