9 comments/ 33009 views/ 8 favorites The Trash By: Keyboardman (I am currently writing a novel, of which the following is an excerpt that I have edited out. It's a piece that I hated to cut, but sometimes passages, scenes, characters and even subplots have to go—yes even in erotica there is a plot or at least I believe there should be. As much as you might hate to exorcise them, bits and pieces have to be pruned to make the original idea blossom. This is one of those scenes, but it stuck me so that I couldn't just banish it and allow it to get lost in teh recesses of my computer never tobe seen again. I felt somehow it needed to be shared, and thought of this forum. I hope you like it.) Jude was nineteen years old. Like many men in the county he hadn't finished school. He'd gone long enough to read and write and then worked when and where he could to support himself. He didn't remember his father at all, and his mother was a hard woman who turned him out on his sixteenth birthday. She meant no harm by it, it's just what folks did in those days. There wasn't a war going on, so that hell of a salvation wouldn't be there for Jude. Instead he found farm work, what he could, when he could. Spring, summer and fall he worked long hard days, usually being paid a meal and a small wage. Winters he'd live off of whatever he saved, then come Spring find work wherever he could and start all over again. That year, he found himself in Grayson County, North Carolina. It was bean country and they were just beginning to grow fields and fields of burley tobacco, at that time a high cash crop that would eventually suck most of the nutrients out of the land, cause the bean crops to dwindle and the government and the medical community, rightly so, would kill out the tobacco industry there as well by the mid eighties. But that year Jude would spend most of he season working for a Mennonite family in the bean fields and the burley they had. The beans were hard enough, but the tobacco was back breaking work. From sun up to sundown, Jude found himself bent over in the hot sun with a hoe, a shovel or just picking beans. It was fall. the beans were long gone and the tobacco was being cut from the fields and being readied to hang in the barns. Jude had proved to be a dependable hard worker and the family that had hired to asked him to stay through sale time. They couldn't afford to pay him much, but they offered to keep feeding him and would let him sleep in the grading shed. When the tobacco crop was all tied and ready for sale, in lue of payment they would allow him and the other man they had asked to stay clean up the "trash", sell it and keep the money. That was a good deal for Jude and he accepted. Jude knew that the tobacco trash brought the most money. Burley was speared onto a stick and hung in barns until it cured. When the fall frosts came, the ice crystals would form on the browned leaves and when the sun came up it would make them pliable. The sticks were then taken down and pulled from the stalks, separated into five different grades, each used for a different type of product, and kept separate for sale. The trash was the muddy leaves and the stuff swept up off the floors at the end of a days work and cleaned out of the barn. This was used for cigarettes. It was the most potent of all the leaves and only needed to be ground and not rolled or pressed. It brought big money in those days and burley workers saved every scrap they could get. Mr. Davis told Jude that it would be a couple of weeks before the tobacco would be "in case" but he was welcomed to stay and help him about if he had a mind to. Jude had nowhere to go so he cut wood for winter, helped with the chores and in afternoons would gather pine tips for Mrs. Davis and their four girls to make pine ropes out of. They got paid fifty cents a rope and Mrs. Davis gave Jude a nickel for every one she sold since he gathered all the tips for them. As the leaves of the mountain trees turned from green to red to gold and fell to the ground, Jude knew that it would soon be time to start grading and tying up the tobacco. It would be long hours, dictated by the weather, but he was glad that no one else they had asked had stayed behind. Most of them had families they had to get back to anyway, and that meant that all the money made from the trash would be his and his alone. The first frost came along, which meant soon it would be time. Mr. Davis told Jude that a second man would be joining him and sharing the shed. Seems that a man from Washington County, Virginia had fallen on some troubled times and needed the work, so he hoped that Jude wouldn't be mad. He knew he was counting on all the trash money himself, but hoped he'd have a little charity in his heart. Jude was disappointed but he was from Washington County himself and knew how hard life was there. He told Mr. Davis that he didn't mind at all, even splitting the money he'd still have enough to have a nice Christmas and do well until Spring. Mr. Davis patted him on the back and told him he was a good man. Jude liked that. He hadn't heard that often. Jude spent the next two days cleaning up the shed and getting ready for the work to be done there. The grading shed was a little barn usually divided into two rooms. One was on the south end and kept dark and cold, the other had a wood stove and a couple of stands for grading the tobacco. Jude slept in a far corner of the heated room. The nights were getting colder, but he usually didn't light the stove. He would save the wood for when they were working. He didn't want the Davis girls to be cold as they worked. Mr. Davis and Jude were taking sticks down from the barn when Mrs. Davis came in and told her husband that the other help had just arrived. Jude told him to go on and talk to the man that he could pack what they had brought down while he got the new man situated. Jude picked up the sticks they hand gathered and began to pull the speared stalks of the wood and lay them in bundles that he would wrap in plastic sheets. He wrapped each sheet tightly to keep the air out. They needed the leaves damp, and air once they were wet would rot the leaves or mold would set in. He had almost finished enough for the first days work when Mr. Davis came back and told Jude that the man had arrived and his wife was feeding him but he would join them in the shed by the time they got there. They loaded up the pallets on the bed of an old wagon and Mr. Davis geed the old mare and down the mountain they went. The wood pallets of stalk were stored in the south end of the shed. And the first bundles were taken in and layed out for work in the grading shed. Jude didn't notice the other man at first. The three youngest girls were chatty and excited, standing behind one of the spindles ready to grab handfuls of the reddish brown leaves and start tying. Mrs. Davis and the oldest girl manned the second spindle and the men would naturally carefully pull off the leaves and put them in the proper spindle bins. Ms. Davis was putting cans of bacon grease down. The workers would dip their fingers in the grease to make it easier to grab the leaves and keep the brown tar from staining the hands and fingers. It was dirty work, but it was also a time for laughter and stories of old. Jude dipped his fingers in the grease and rubbed it in good. He looked at the youngest girl. "Now Effie, dontcha be lickin on that off yer fingers now." He teased. "Why, mister Jude, thas jus nasty!" She giggled and hid her hands behind her so he couldn't see that she'd already licked most of it off. "Jude?" Mrs. Davis said. "This is Titus from over near Lost Mountain." Jude found himself shaking hands with the man who had bought him ice cream as a child. He couldn't help but brighten up. "Why I declare, Titus Slemp, you ol' dog. How you been?" Titus smile lit up his face. "Jude? Is that you? My how you've growed. Last time I saw you, you was a pickin yer nose and flickin boogers at Ol Miz Payne." "Ewww!" the girls all agreed. "You done growed all up, Jude." He said. "Yes sir, I reckon I have. I heard you got married and moved to Damascus. What brings you to these parts?" Titus hung his head. "The pox done took my Lizzie, Jude. Never knowed anyone to go from it in the summer, but it took her bad and quick." "Sorry to hear that Titus. You got younguns?" he asked as he twisted the tobacco stalk and separated the leaves by color into grades. "No we wasn't blessed that way, Jude." Titus said as he did the same. "Guess the Lord knowed what he was doing. Just as well." "The Lord knows well, Titus." Mrs. Davis said as she turned the gathered a handful of leaves by the stem and wrapped a single leaf around the hand and bundled it all together, dropping it to the bin on the floor. "Yes'm he does..." Titus said. "What about you Jude, you gots a woman?" "No, been working too much to find one. Mebbe I'll just wait for Miss Becca here to grow up..." Becca giggled and blushed. Jude knew that the oldest daughter, barely twelve, had been crushing on him all summer. It was a harmless tease. He knew good and well that as nice as the Davis family was they would never allow one of their girls to marry a Baptist and a Melungeon one at that. It was well into the night when the days work was done. Mrs. Davis had fed them cornbread and onions with warm buttermilk. As the girls swept the floor and put the trash leaves in buckets for Jude and Titus to pack down on a pallet, Mrs. Davis pumped a metal bucket of water and put it on the woodstove. "This should be good and warm for you to clean up with by the time you get that last of it packed." "Thank you ma'am." Titus said as he helped Mr. Davis carry one of the pallets of hands into the South room. "It's gonna be cold tonight, moon's hazed over...could even be a early snow." Becca said as she gazed out the door. "Aw girl...don't talk foolish." Her mother chided. "It's September, too early for snow and ever body knows a hazy half moon means frost. Now you run along and let these men wash up." Becca did as her mother ordered and Mrs. Davis used her apron to open the woodstove and packed in a few more woods pieces that Jude had chopped. "There that should keep you boys warm until first light. You come straight over for breakfast, hear now." "Yes ma'am" both men said as she too disappeared. "We'll walk up the holler and see if we got anything in case after breakfast. You boys have a good night. You done a good days work, both of ya. I thank ya." Mr. Davis said and he too was gone. Titus and Jude split open a canvas corn meal bag and laid across the bottom of a wood pallet, dumping the buckets of trash on it. Jude put a plastic sheet across the top and Titus lifted another pallet and put on top of that, tamping it down tight. "Looks like a pretty crop, don'tcha think Jude?" Titus said as he shut the inside door to the South room and twisted the wooden nob to keep it shut. "I reckon. Mr. Davis says he thinks they'll go as high as ten cents a pound at auction this year." "That's be nice." Titus dipped a finger in the water bucket and flicked it in the air. Titus and Jude both took off their tar sotted flannel shirts and overalls and stood in their underwear around the wood stove. "I bought a cake a soap down at the Mill store. I'd be willing to share with ya Titus", Jude said as he unbuttoned the shirt part of his underwear and slipped it off his shoulders letting it hang around his wait. "Kind of you. I'll get me one as soon as I gets a chance." Titus undid his cheesecloth underwear as well, unveiling a massive chest covered in the same dark fur that covered his head. "Mr. Davis says theys a bed we can share in here." "It's just an ol' straw tick, but I put in some extra. It's in the rafters over yer head. If we pull it close to the stove we should be warm." "I gots a quilt. I'll share, since yer a sharing the tick and the soap." "That'd be real nice Titus. Real nice." Jude tried not to stare as Titus pushed his underwear to the floor and began to wash himself. Jude did the same, opening the door to the stove and stepping close to dry off when he finished. Jude was pulling his short handles back up when Titus squatted down and stuck a hand rolled cigarette to one of the coals. "I reckon with the Mennonites in their house, it's okay if we sin a little..." Titus smiled as he handed the lit stogie to his friend. "I reckon they grow it." Jude said puffing on the cigarette amazed at how Titus's long dick almost touched the wood floor as he squatted down. "We might as well smoke it." Titus stepped back into his underwear and pulled them back on his shoulders as he took his drag off the smoke. He helped Jude get the straw tick down and plump it near the stove. Rummaging through a green canvas sack Titus pulled out a patchwork quilt, warn but thick, and spread it over the ticking. "I'm gonna buy me some cotton underwear with my money, Jude. Watch you gonna do?" Titus said as he crawled between the quilt and the burlap tick. Jude lifted the globe on the oil lamp and blew out the little flame and walked over and slipped in beside Titus, head to foot. "I reckon I'm gonna buy me some new boots and mebbe have some left over fer a belt." "What you need a belt for, you got some jeans?" Titus asked. "No, but I allus wanted me a belt with a buckle like you used to have." "I did used to have a nice belt buckle. Can't remember what happened to that thing. I think mebbe Lizzie sold it when the hail took our corn crop." "I'm sorry about Lizzie, Titus. She was a fine looking woman. I bet she was a good wife to ya." "That she was Jude. That she was. A fine lovin a woman as there ever was. I think I miss her blackberry sonkur and her lovin the most." Titus laughed. "Hard to find a woman that can make a good sonkur." Jude teased. "Night, Jude" "Night, Titus." And they drifted off to sleep in silence after a hard days work. Jude woke a few hours later and pulled on his overalls and stepped out to the outhouse. He was shivering by the time he finished his pee and hightailed back to the grading shed. He slipped back in place and tried to get warm. "Shew Lawd, Jude!" Titus groaned. "Yer feet stink." "Can't help it Titus, had to take a piss." "Well, put yer head up here fer Chrisakes." "Won't do it Titus. Tain't proper." Jude shivered and tried to pull his feet under the quilt to get them out of Titus's nose. "Shit, man. Ain't no one gonna know. You think them Mennonites gonna sneak over here and check to make sure we ain't up to something? They'd die first. Now turn around here so's we can both get some sleep. 'Sides that we can cover our toes with the quilt then and keep 'em warm." "Colder than a witch's tit, that's fer shorn." Jude said and turned himself around on the straw tick so he and Titus were head to head. "Damn, yer still a shiverin Jude." "Cold out there, nearly got frost on m'pecker." Jude said. "Well skootch in closer." Titus reached over and pulled Jude closer to him, pressing his back to his chest. Jude tried not to sigh too loudly. He didn't know why but being that close to Titus made him feel good. He nestled in a little closer. "That's nice, Jude. All warm and cozy now." Titus said and wrapped his arms around Jude and pulled him until his whole body was pressed against his. "This okay?" "Fine." Jude said, delighting in the feel of Titus's body against his. "A little more comf'table on this little tick." Jude heard Titus sigh. "You okay?" Jude asked. "Yep, just haven't been this close to nobody in a long time. Fergot how nice it feels." "Me, too." Jude curled up a little just to get a little warmer and to feel more of Titus against him. "Wish you was a woman." He didn't mean to say out loud. "Be careful boy, or my rattlesnake might come out a looking fer trouble." Titus pinched Jude's nipple. "Ouch!" Now don't you start..." Jude chided him. "You ever had a woman, Jude?" Titus asked after a few moments of silence. "Course, I had a woman afore." Jude was insulted. "Why you ask such a question, Titus?" "Just wondered. You so pretty an all..." "Shit...you better looking than I is, but I got no trouble finding a little poontang now and then." Jude heard Titus laugh. "Don't get fired up, Jude." "And you keep that rattlesnake in yer britches where it belongs, dammit." "Aw, it won't bite, less you want it too." "Shit." Jude punched the straw tick a little and tried to get comfortable. He lay there in silence angry at Titus for even teasin' about something like that, and angry at himself for thinking that if he just wiggled his butt a little more he could probably feel Titus's rattlesnake. "You ever...?" Titus asked. "Ever what?" "You know...with a man before?" Titus asked slowly. "No." Jude's eyes were wide open and staring at the light coming from the wood stove. He swallowed hard and could hear Titus breathing. "Been a long time since I had any relief, any relief at all..." he said "Me neither..." Jude swallowed again hard as he thought he imagined Titus's hand moving on his chest. "Jude?" Tutus said quietly after another moment of silence. "What?" he replied as quietly. "You member Lloyd Dugger?" he asked. "Sure I 'member him. He was one of your best buddies weren't he?" "Yeah." This time Jude was sure he felt Titus's hands move. He prayed to himself they wouldn't let go or move down too low or he might discover that Jude was getting a hard on. "Me and him...ever once and a while we'd get together and...you know...touch each other..." Jude swallowed hard. He could hear the nervous breaths that Titus was taking. "Touch each other...how?" "You know..." Titus hand slipped between the buttons on Jude's belly. "Down there. You ever done that?" "Uh uh..." Jude said. "only with myself..." he sniggered. Titus laughed, too. "It felt real good." "Bet it did." Jude tried to relax and wasn't sure if he was hoping Titus was just talking about it or wanted to touch him down there, too. Titus' hand was frozen on Jude's belly, but Jude felt the other inch slowly across his hip and brush against his mound. Jude closed his eyes and bit his lip. "Always nice to get some relief..." "Yep." Titus said. "Always nice...we did it a lot, when there weren't no women around." "I guess you liked it pretty much then..." Jude said and inched his hand back toward Titus wondering if he could accidentally slip his finger in between those last two buttons of Titus' shortalls. "Pretty much...we did some other things too." Titus said wiggling his fingers just a little bit. "Never told no body, though." "Didn't reckon you would, Titus. That'd be a terrible thing fer people to know, you two a foolin with each other." At last Jude had managed to slip a finger in and touch something, he wasn't sure what, but he felt Titus jump a little. "I wouldn't tell no one about that either Titus. It'd be our little secret." "You just poke my belly?" Titus asked. "Sorry, didn't mean to. I was trying to scratch my back." He lied. "Right here?" Titus slipped the hand out of Jude underwear and scratched a place on his back. "Yeah...mmm that's good." Jude sighed. "Thanks, Titus." "Yer welcome." Titus wrapped the hand back around Jude and cuddled closer. Jude could feel something pulsing against his lower back. Jude wanted to feel more of it. He reached back behind him and pushed Titus's butt closer to his. Titus pressed firmly into him. He heard Titus groan softly. "Sorry, Jude, I'm ashamed." "Don't be. Been a while since you had any, only natch'rul." They fell silent for what seemed forever. "I ain't had none in a long time neither. Mebbe I should be ashamed, too." "Why?" Titus asked. He shyly grabbed one of Titus hand's a put it near so he could get a sense of the straining in his pants. The Trash "Oh." Titus snatched his hand away. "Jude..." Titus said. "I would never..." "I ain't never done that, Titus..." Jude said and swallowed hard. "But I wouldn't mind, you know...if you wanted to...I mean...you know, just to get some relief." "Nobody'd ever have to know if we did." Titus said and stayed silent and unmoving. "If you want to, I wouldn't mind." "Would ya think bad of me, if I told you I'd kinda like to?" "I sure would like it a lot, Jude." "Okay then..." Jude rolled over and unbuttoned his underwear. Titus immediately slipped his hands in and rubbed Jude's chest. "You are such a good looking man, Jude. Such a good lookin man." He slipped his hands up and pushed the shortalls off Jude's shoulders. Jude lay on his side and allowed himself to be stripped and touched, his cock already rock hard and throbbing. "Can I touch you, too, Titus?' Jude asked as the man beside him rubbed his belly, exciting him even more. "Won't be no fun, if'n you don't" Titus smiled, visable by the muffled flames in the pot bellied wood stove. Jude's fingers shook as he unbuttoned and slipped Titus's underwear down to his knees. "Mmm...yer hands are warm." Titus sat up and pushed the quilt aside, pulling his underwear the rest of the way off and tossing both sets against the wall. As he pulled the quilt back up to their shoulders, he placed Jude's hands on his belly and slid them up and around to Jude's ass. "Can I kiss you, Jude?" "You can do anything you want, Titus, anything at all." He said and Titus moved in for a sweet tender kiss, exploring his teeth and lips with his tongue. Jude moaned as he felt Titus's rough hands grasp his hard on and begin to pump. Jude mocked his motions, overwhelmed how the man's hard cock felt in his fingers. "I wanna put you in my mouth, Jude..." Titus said just before slowly moving the quilt back and bending toward Jude's throbbing dick still being stroked. Jude spread his legs as he saw the man bend over and could feel his hot breath on his cock. "I want to taste it..." Jude pushed Titus' head forward and gasped as he felt his open his mouth and his tongue lick the tender pink head of his cock. "Oh..yeah...that feels nice...no one's ever done that to me before Titus...." Jude moaned. "Do it some more." Titus opened his mouth and slid Jude's big cock in. Jude grabbed the dark straight mane and pushed his mouth further down in his cock. "Suck me, Titus....suck my peter..." Once again, Titus and Jude were head to toe as Titus blew Jude, bobbing his head up and down the shaft with more speed and desire. Jude was jerking Titus's massive prick and began to wonder if he could make him feel as good as he felt. He stuck out his tongue and licked all around the big pink bulb that throbbed above the cut shaft. Soon, Jude was slurping on it, enjoying every moment. Titus's cock was big and fat. Jude was stirred by the strong smell of the man's body. The musk wafting from the thick hair surrounding the shaft got stronger as he accustomed himself to the girth of Titus's dick and slid it further and further into his mouth. He wrapped his hand around it and followed the licks with strokes. He could hear Titus moan, from the pleasure Jude was creating for him with his mouth and from his enjoyment of sucking Jude's own stiff member. Jude opened his eyes and watched the muscles of his buddy's belly tense and relax as he began to thrust his beautiful hips into Jude's hungry mouth. The deliberate strong movement reminded him of a horse majestically tredging the field in pride and power. Jude moaned and found himself even more excited sliding that throbbing cock down his throat anxious to taste the unknown necter that he was working out of it. Titus began to moan and buck, fucking Jude's mouth with his dick, plowing the field of his tongue until Jude could see sweat drip down his hip and mingle in the beautiful black curls to mix with the spit around the base of that thick musky shaft. Titus stopped sucking Jude's cock, his fingers squeazing Jude's hardness. "Your gonna make me juice, Jude....oh damn it feels so good...don't stop....suck me...suck me more..." And Jude bobbed his head faster and tried to get as much of that hardness into his mouth as he could. He shifted his body and opened the back of his throat, delighted to find that although it was so hard and fat it stretched his mouth taut, it would slip down past his tongue and into his throat. "Oh fuck Jude....that's it...take it all....take it...." And Titus trembled. "I'm gonna...oh shit...here it comes....here it...it...." Titus pushed the back of Jude's head, he struggled with pleasure trying to breath as Titus slammed his wood hard into his mouth. "Ahhhhhh!" For the first time, Jude felt that cock jerk and a burst of salted cream splashed on his tongue. He swallowed and then was delivered another and another. Jude gobbled as much as he could until the cock gave no more. Jude smiled and licked what he could find that had dribbled from his lips and into the black bush surrounding the big beautiful horse cock. Titus rolled on his back and sighed, covered in sweat. "Oh Jude. That was the best I ever had. It felt so good...so good..." "Mmmmm..." Jude agreed. "I'm glad you got you some relief Titus. I liked it, a lot..." Titus drug his still heaving body up to Jude and kissed him, deep and slow. His tongue searching Jude's teeth and tongue. Jude felt the heaviness of Titus' body on top of him, enjoying the prickly thrill of his hairy body quilting him with the warmth of sweat and the moistness of satisfaction. "You ain't had no relief yet..." Titus said kissing Jude's face and neck. "That's okay..." Jude wrapped his hands around Titus and kissed him. "You can watch while I stroke myself." Titus pushed himself up on his arms and looked in Jude's eyes. "Don't think bad of me, Jude, but I want you to use me." He realized by the look on Jude's face that he didn't understand. "I need you to use me like a woman..." Jude smiled. "Aw Titus, I so wish you was a woman, but you aint got no cunt. Will ya suck me off, like I did you?" "I got's a hole though, Jude..." Titus turned red. "I got's a hole and I hanker for you to put yer dick in there." Titus slipped his hand down between them and stroked on Jude's painfully hard cock. "Fuck me in the ass, Jude. I need you to fuck me in the ass." Jude took in a deep breath, shocked and excited. "Won't it hurt cha Titus?" "A little at first, but then it feels good, Jude...it feels so damn good." Titus got up from Jude and tiptoed over to one of the cans Mrs. Davis had left behind. Jude's cock jerked, slapping his belly and pulsing with his heartbeat as he watched the muscles of Titus's legs and ass walk away and then come back, hand dipped in bacon grease. Titus squatted down over Jude. "Roll over on yer back Jude." He did as he was told. Titus croutched so his shins were on the floor and he was standing on his knees, Jude's body between them and his hard cock out of sight. "I wanna see yer face when I make you cum, Jude. I wanna feel that cock of your'n in me." Titus reached behind him and Jude could feel him smear the brine slick grease up and down his hardness. He felt Titus grasp it and hold it steady aa he balanced the weight of his body balance on the tip. Titus begin to ease himself down. Jude gasped as his felt Titus's asshole begin to swallow his cock. Titus face twisted in pain and, to Jude's surprise, pleasure. He shoved out a lung full of air. "Oh Jude, it's goin' in....I can feel it." Titus bounced a little and Jude felt his cock slide out some and then penetrate back in. Jude put his hands on Titus strong hips and lay there just enjoying the warm tight feeling of his ass slipping up and down the inch or two just below his dickhead now firmily planted in Titus' ass. "Oh Titus...it feels....it feels so...fuck!" Jude couldn't believe how good it felt. He'd never had a woman that felt so tight and hot on his dick. He wanted more, a lot more. He pushed his hips up forcing a little more into the hole. He was afraid the Titus would moan in pain, but he gasped instead. "Yeah, Jude...that's it...fuck me...stick it in more...more...give it all to me..." Titus placed his hands flat on Jude's belly and dropped himself down until Jude could feel his ass completely surround his cock, throbbing and buried completely in the muscled ass of the farm hand. "Fuck me...fuck me like yer woman...." Titus begged. The coals in the fire hissed and the bacon grease popped as Jude began to push up on his feet and drive his cock into Titus hairy ass. The sinewy movement of Titus' leg muscles crouched and tensing as he slid to meet Jude's fucks drove him crazy. Jude got harder and more excited the fire from the stove catching in his belly and making him fuck harder and deeper. "Oh....oh...Jude...fuck me...fuck me...." Titus moaned, his head rolling back. Jude thought more and more how he looked like a great horse tossing that balck mane from side to side as he rode his cock hard and wet. Sweat trickled from his forehead and ran down his chest. The droplets riding further and further down until Titus splashed on them as he slammed his ass down to meet Jude's unwavering cock. And Jude found why he called his dick the rattlesnake, as it began to stir and stand up, it's might hungry head striking in the air looking for a place to spit, Jude grabbed it and wrestled it, to keep it from distracting him as he pounded his meat into the ass of a panting Titus. "Titus...yer ass....gawdam it feels so nice...." Jude moaned almost digging his fingernails into Titus skin trying to slam that tight ass down harder on his impaling cock. "Yeah...yeah...fuck me with it...fuck me good..." Titus' head whipped down and he hissed. "Deeper, Jude...harder...I wanna feel it cum...." Jude bucked and fucked. "Damn...I'm gonna....oh yeah...fuck...shit...fuck..." he growled as the first laod of semen burst out of him and into Titus hungry hole. "Sheeee....yittttt!" He moaned ramming it as far as he could as the next load shot forth. "Uh....uh...yeah....give it to me...." Titus put his full weight on his ass, leaning back on his hands behind him relishing the hard dick cumming inside him. Jude could feel his cum sliding down inside Titus and squishing down around his stick hard spewing cock. It drizzled down and out streaming down his balls and through the crack of his own ass. He wasn't finished. He wanted more, and Jude was going to get it. He stared at Titus hard cock and though that it was just like a pop bottle, round and full at the bottom. The center shaft all glistening and shiny in the light. And that tip, bigger than the middle and begging for something to wrap around it and empty it of it's contents. Jude grabbed Titus' chest hair with both hands and pulled himself up. "Got me a devil inside me, Titus and I need you to get it out of me." Jude stuick his tongu, hard and hot in Titus mouth and pulled away. "Use me like a man's fucks his whore Titus." He grabbed tighter handfuls of Titus chest hair. "Fuck me...fuck me, dammit." "But it's gonna hurt ya, Jude. It allus does the first time." He jacked his cock. "Do it, any way. Hurt me till I cum...." Jude pushed himself from under Titus, getting on all fours and wiggling his hungry as at him. "Stick it in....now!" "You sure, Jude?' Titus asked as he stroke that rattlesnake into a hardness that needed to strike. Jude looked at him over his shoulder and nodded. He watched Titus spit in his hand. Jude reached between the crack of his ass and scopped up the cum that that run out of Titus and stuck there. Jude reached back and slathered it on Titus monster. "Fuck me, man...fuck me with my own cum..." he growled and then got back on his knees like a bobcat form the mountain top ready for action and poised to strike. He felt Titus dick head at his asshole. Jude held his breath and pushed back on his hands and knees. The force of Titus mammoth cock forced ever bit of air out of Jude's lungs and sent him spinning. He dropped his head and shoulders to the straw tick, the needles biting his hands and cheek. "Uh..god...do it....do it..." And Titus began to rock, slowly but in an even steady stroke, his hand wrapped tghly around the base of his rattlesnake. Jude could feel it stop at his ass. At first he was grateful, the pain had eased but he felt stuffed and mounted. He became to rock with Titus and the bloatedness gave way to a tingle and then to a small thrill that started at his balls and fingered its way up to his brain. "Mmmm....yeah...Titus....yer cock...it feels so good now..." "You like it, Jude...You like it all hard and pumping yer butt?" Titus asked as he took his hand from the bass of his shaft and grabbed Jude's hips. "Yeah...yeah...fuck me with all of it now...stick it all the way in..." Jude moaned. Titus obliged, slowly easing his cock into the balls and sliding it back out until he could feel the pink tender head at Jude's hole. The devil took over. Jude suddenly couldn't not get enough. "Fuck me!" He ordered Titus. "Stop foolin around and fuck the shit out of me." Titus slapped Jude's ass, the pop ringing off the wood rafters and he fucked him, pounding that virgin ass like a seasoned whore's. "Yes!....yes!...Jude bellowed. He pounded the straw tick with his fists and slammed his butt back to meet the oncoming thrust of Titus fat hard on. "Fuck me...fuck me....FUCK ME!" If there had been windows in the shed they would have been shaking. If the Davis's had been close enough to hear they would have come running, but the two naked sweaty men fucked in hot animal silence, Jude growling for more, and Titus grunting from his gut as his cock slammed away the cherry of his buddie's tight asshole. "I'm gonna....oh god, Jude...oh god!" Titus pushed it in as hard as he could and Jude could feel the first white cream jet inside him. "Fuck me...fill me with yer spunk...Ah...ah...ah..." and Jude's cock delivered it's second first shot of the night rocketing like a bullet from a shotgun and landing under Jude's own chin. He pummeled that cock with his ass, demanding that every ounce of semen shoot its way as deep inside him as he could get it. Titus slapped Jude's ass with every shot grunting and panting as his bucked against that sweet tight ass, forcing Jude's cum to bolt from his balls and land in steamy puddles on the balled up quilt. Jude trembled as the last traces of cum spewed up his ass and on to the bedding. Titus fell forward falling Jude's naked back and making Jude surrender to the weight and land with a thud to the floor. "Damn...." And they drifted off to sleep. The ritual had begun. At the first light, the men would dress and head over for breakfast. The rest of the day they broke their backs, working. As soon as the work was down and the sun was gone, they would lean off the days work, crawl in the straw tick and sleep a while, but every night one would wake the other and the hot sex would begin, not stopping until muscles could go no more and the animals within were tamed with an untamed fuck and bolts of cum. Three days before Thanksgiving the work was complete. The men would stay with the Davis's until the tobacco was sold, then collect their share and head back to Washington County together. They had awakened that morning to sore asses, chaffed cocks and the first snow on the ground. As a gift to the Davis's, Titus and Jude decided to go hunting. The first snowfall was a prime time to get a buck and maybe some rabbit or squirrel. They were excoted to think of being able to have meat on the table for Thanksgiving. They trudged up in the mountains, carrying their old shotguns and looking for tracks. It was almost afternoon, but the time that Jude saw Titus crouch down and wave him over. "Looka here." He pointed to hoof tracks deep in the snow. "But that's a seven point. Venicin gonna taste good for supper." "Over here." Jude pointed. "Look like a couple of rabbits." "Good. You go over there and I'll step on the other side of them briars. They come back this way." "Lemme get the rabbits Titus. That double barrel of yourn'll blow them rabbits to smithers." "Hell, Jude. I could shoot a fly's wings off yer hard pecker while I fucked yer ass. I'll blow it's head off and not a shot'll touch that sweet white fur." "You do that, Titus and I'll blow yer head off fer ya when the sun goes down." Jude smiled. "Mmmmm....perfect day. I good hunt, belly full of rabbit stew and fuckin like bunnies after dark...hot damn." Titus spit on the snow and lifted his finger to his lips. Jude crouched into a comfortable position and watched his lover quietly step out of sight. Jude sat there, light snow still falling on his shoulders. It wasn't long before he saw a brown rabbit hop from a thicket to his left. He jumped quickly as Jude aimed his gun. He started to squeeze the trigger, but knew he wasn;t too good of a shot and knew he good be aimed near where Titus might be. He dropped his gun and let the little guy scoot off. He pulled his flannel shirt tighter around himself and waited again. H had almost drifted off to sleep when he saw the stirring. It was a buck, and a four point one at that. The biggest most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. It sauntered past him, and Jude's heart beat fast as he saw the buck head out of sight and into what he knew was the site of Titus gun. Moments later he heard the double blast and the heavy thud of the body hit the snow. "Yee haw!" Jude cheerd. "Ja get him, Titus?" he asked. Titus didn't answer right away, so he thought he might be out of ear shot where the buck had fallen. He pushed his way threw the thicket where he had seen Titus slide. "We get deer meat for Thanksgiving Titus?" he asked as he stepped into the clearing. Jude dropped his rifle and fell to his knees. In silence and horror he watched blood pooling in the fresh fallen snow. Titus lay what was face up in the middle of the red. His gun had jammed and set both cartridges off, blowing away most of his face. The scream that came from Jude's belly cracked the ice from the trees, as his heart ripped into shreds. He picked up Titus body and held him close, rocking him back and forth, holding the back of his head. "It's okay buddy. It's okay. I'll get you home. I'll get you home, dontch worry at tall." The scrawny nineteen year old, held the man in his arms, taking pains and straining not to met his bare hands touch the cold snow. Trudging for a mile or two, snow falling all around Jude reassured the cold lifeless over the entire way. "We'll be home soon. We'll getcha near the fire. Don't worry Titus. I'll take care of ya, Jude'll take care of ya." Mrs. Davis was sweeping snow off the front stoop when she saw Jude coming down from the mountain path. She hollered for her husband. He hand went to her heart as she watched the boy, now a man, carrying the bloody body toward them. Jude came to the stoop, clutching his friends body to him, blood frozen in cakes onhis shirt and down his legs. "He was my friend...he was my only friend..." was all he could say as they wrestled the body from his hands leaving Jude to cry on his knees in the snow. They wrapped Titus body in the old quilt he and Jude had slept on. Jude kept looking back at it in the bed of the truck as they made their way across the winding roads around Forge Creek and across Iron Mountain. Ever bump and every hard twist made Jude say in his heart, "Easy Titus, I'll get ya home. Jude'll take care of ya." He was buried Thanksgiving day. The Slemps let Jude spend the rest of the winter in Titus and Lizzie's old house. In the Spring Titus baby sister was getting married and the newlyweds would take up residence there. While the sun shined, Jude busied the day fixing up the house and doing chores for the Slemps. At night, he slept alone in the bed that he and Titus and planned to winter in. Instead of making love and fucking, Jude spent the long cold nights crying and howling out his pain in the darkness. The Trash Mr. Davis brought Jude the money from the trash, almost ninety dollars. Jude put half in an envelope for Titus baby sister as a wedding gift from her brother. With the rest he bought his first pair of cotton underwear, which he didn't wear for the longest time. Instead he wore a pair of cheese cloth shortalls he found in a chest that belonged to Titus. He wore them until the fabric dry rotted and just fell apart. And Jude didn't buy a belt that year. He found Titus old belt buckle in a crack in the wood floor. He wore that thing everyday for as long as he could remember. He would touch it occasionally and remember the time... As he lay in bed that night, so many years later; he smiled, the pain of his past all gone if only for the moment it took to remember. Jude had learned that time could heal everything but a broken heart, but once in a precious blue moon a memory could make the broken pieces warm together, the ragged edges turned to silk and hope would live again.