NUMBER PLEASE

NUMBER PLEASE (Part 2)

They awoke with the sunrise the next morning; Jack in his little
room, Ennis in a guest room down the hall. It had been a difficult
evening. Mrs. Twist had insisted on cooking them a big dinner before
going back to the hospital. Ennis had stayed behind familiarizing
himself with the place, making mental notes on what needed doing.
The house was big but only a few rooms were in use. The rest, more
or less, left to sit. No children to fill them, no relatives to come
visit. The place had a lot of promise and would take a lot of work
but it could be made into a proper home again.

"I'll take Momma to the hospital and get some business done in town
while you have a look around the place. See what's in most urgent
need of doin. I'll be back for lunch. OK?" He gave Ennis a quick
caress on the shoulder as he waited for his Momma to get ready to
go. Ennis nodded in agreement and leaned in for a brief kiss. They
could hear her coming down the steps chattering away.

"He won't be able to make it up the stairs no more so we'll have to
open up one of these rooms down here and move the bed down and all.
We got time on that though. Dr. says it'll be a few more days before
he can come home." She kept talking as they walked out the
door. "He'll probably be in a wheelchair the rest of his life, Dr.
says...." Her voice was cut off by the closing of the car door.

Ennis decided to drive the fence line first. His old pickup took him
from pasture to pasture, past a barn, stable, well head. He looked
the place over thoroughly. The fence was in desperate need of repair
and in some parts, replacing completely. Grass was high and ready
for baling. Cows didn't look too bad. They did need moving into a
different pasture as the one they were in was pretty much grazed
down. He could see where there had been an attempt at fence repair
that was never completed; probably why the cows were not moved. He
went back to the barn, looking for tools to complete the repairs.
Found them and returned. He had just finished a temporary repair
job; good enough to hold the cows in until they could get it repaired
properly. He was putting the tools back in the truck when he heard a
horn honking. He looked up and saw a pickup roaring up the road that
paralleled the field he was in. It slowed down when it got to him
and he saw Jack behind the wheel, grinning from ear to ear, honking
away.

"Last one home's a rotten egg!" he gunned the engine several times.
Ennis jumped in his truck and took off down the fence line, kicking
up a cloud of dust behind, Jack keeping pace with him on the road
that ran along side.
They raced into the parking area within seconds of each other,
blowing dust over everything as they skidded to a stop. They got out
and Ennis commented on Jack's new truck.
"Where'd you get that hunk a junk?" He looked it over grudgingly.
"Hunk a junk? Your lookin at a top of the line 1983 Ford four door
truck!" Jack walked around his new possession showing it off like a
new toy.

"What's all that shit in the back?" Ennis pointed to the fully
loaded extended bed.
"AAhh. That's a little surprise. That's two king-sized mattress and
box spring sets and this here's the frames." he pulled out the long
skinny cardboard boxes.
"King sized, huh? I didn't know you had any kings in your family."
He smiled up under his hat brim.
"They're for us, dummy. I figured we'd better keep separate rooms
for now, but we'll both be needin good beds to sleep on. What we got
up there now has gotta be at least 50 years old or more. And that
one you're on squeaks every time you move."
"Now just how do you know that?" He asked, amused.
"Cause I left my door opened last night and I kept listenin for you.
Thought maybe you might just pay me a visit."
"Shit, Jack. No way in hell I'm gonna be payin you no night-time
visits with your Momma asleep just down the hall."
"That's what I figured. That's why I suggested to Momma about movin
their room downstairs. We gotta make do somehow till we can get a
place of our own fixed up. With all the stuff 'round here needin
doing, that might just take a while. I have no intention of waitin
that long for you and me to get a little."
"Well, let's get this stuff inside. Looks like it's fixin to rain."
Ennis grinned and took hold of the first large mattress.

In no time they had the pickup unloaded; the beds hauled up stairs
and the groceries out of the back seat of the pickup.
Groceries were put away first amid talk of re-doing the kitchen,
getting new appliances, painting. They picked out what they thought
would be the nicest room downstairs and began with moving Mr. & Mrs.
Twist's bedroom furniture downstairs. A quick cleaning up of the
room and a time spent with the windows opened and the master bedroom
was all set. For them selves they decided on the two rooms across from
one another at the front end of the hall right over the kitchen and farthest away
from the Twist's bedroom.

An airing out left the rooms fresh and with a little mopping and
dusting of cobwebs and they settled in to assembling their beds.
"I surely do hope these beds don't squeak." Jack said grinning and
raising his eyebrows.
"If they do, there's always the floor. Can't be any worse than some
of the places we been doin it." Ennis offered with a sheepish grin.
Jack reached across the newly made up bed and grabbed Ennis arm,
pulling him down and landing on top of him.
"Maybe we ought to try this one out right now? See if it's squeaky
and all?" He pressed his lips aginst Ennis's, letting his tongue
slip inside.
"Now that'd be real nice, but I'm all sweaty and nasty." he managed
to get out between kisses. "Why don't you throw somethin together
for lunch and I'll take a quick shower, then we can talk about
dessert."

Jack agreed and headed down stairs. Ennis grabbed some clean clothes
and headed for the shower. He started the shower running in the big
old cast iron tub and pulled the shower curtain back and got in when
the water was warm enough. He was just rinsing off when the curtain
pulled back and a naked Jack stepped in behind him.
"What're you doin?" he asked, water cascading down over his head,
rinsing the suds down the drain.
"Thought you might need someone to wash your back." He snuggled up
behind him, resting his chin on Ennis's shoulder and wrapping his
arms around him.
Ennis leaned back into the embrace enjoying the moment. Jack's hand
slid downward, took the soap in one hand and Ennis's cock in the
other.
"Did you remember to wash this?"
"Uh huh. Wasn't all that dirty. Ain't got much use lately."
"We'd better wash it again then. Just to be sure." he lathered it up
good sliding the suds round the balls and up and down on the cock.
"Better watch out there, Bud. That thing might go off."
"You know I was just thinkin that very thing. Turn around here."
Ennis turned around, water running down his shoulders and chest,
splattering Jack as well.
"I think I need my back washed. Especially the lower part. You
think you could help me out?" He handed Ennis the soap.
"I could try. I ain't given any one a bath since my old dog died
when I was 'bout twelve. I think I'll get the hang of it though."
He soaped Jack's shoulders and back, pulled him far enough back to
get most of it rinsed off then began soapin that great ass. "You know
somethin? You got a great ass. I think I'd better give it some
extra attention here."
Jack leaned forward, both hands on the wall, rear sticking
out. "Yeah. I think maybe you're right." he agreed.
The first finger slid in easily, the second finger brought a little
gasp. "This where you need some attention, Bud?"
"Oh yeah. You got it for sure."
"Not yet, but I'm gettin there." A third finger in and his left hand
soaping himself hard and ready.

He slid in with ease and was welcomed with a moan of pleasure. He
held on Jack's hips with both hands and started out nice and slow.
"You're killin me here, ya know." Jack pushed back against him hard.
"Wouldn't want to do that now, would we." He speeded up his thrusts
and Jack groaned his appreciation.
Somewhere off in the distance they could hear the phone ringing.
"Phone's ringin. Want me to get it?" He asked against Jack's back.
"Hell no! If you try to get out of this tub right now, I'lll....Ooohhhh.
Yeah....Mmmm. More...Harder."

The room was filled with steam and panting; moaning and grunting; and
something between screaming and wailing. No need to be quiet about
it here and now. Later on, yeah, but right now there was no need to
hold back. They rinsed off in the now cold water, dried each other
off, got dressed and went downstairs for lunch.


It was three days later that the old man came home from the
hospital. He was grouchy and mean as ever. Complaining cause his
lunch was 20 minutes late. He liked to eat at precisely 12 noon. He
was able to feed himself and do some for himself, but he couldn't
walk and being in the wheelchair did nothing to improve his
temperment.
He'd been home a week when they decided to go into town for supplies for
fence repairs and took Ennis truck so the new truck didn't get scratched up.
They took the old man with them for a quick check-up at the doctors. He
checked out fine, his condition was stable.
Jack went into the supply store and Ennis went to the garage across
the street to see a mechanic friend of the old man's to have him look
at the pickup. The two of them had their heads under the hood and
the old man sat nearby in his chair giving his opinion.
A pickup came roaring up and screeching to a stop. A big red-headed
mountain of a man climbed out; steaming and ready for a fight.

"Who the hell are you?" he grabbed Ennis by the arm. Ennis shrugged
him off. "I asked you a question, you son of a bitch! You been
screwin around with my wife? You been screwing my Marrianne?" With
each question he shoved Ennis backward until he was up against the
front wall of the garage.
"Look mister, I don't know any Marianne. I ain't been here all that
long." He held both hands up in front of him, palms out, trying to
defuse the situation.
"You the only stranger in town! I been askin 'round. You the only
one new 'round here. I'll teach you not to be messin with my old
lady!" he swung a huge fist. Ennis side-stepped the punch and it
landed on the wall. In one quick movement he grabbed the man with
both hands behind his head, brought it down as his knee came up
meeting the nose in the process. The man let out a squeal like a
scalded pig and fell to his knees just as the patrol car pulled up
and sheriff Anderson stepped out. Jack had just stepped out of the
store wheeling a cart with all his purchases and saw what was going
on across the street. He came running up as the mechanic was
explaining to the sheriff what had happened. Ennis was trying to
help the redhead to his feet!. He was bawling like a lost
calf, "Look what he did! He busted my nose! You gotta arrest him!"
He was spitting blood.

Jack skidded to a stop just as Sheriff Anderson was pulling the guy
to his feet and checking on him.
"Everything alright here?" he asked looking nervously around.
"Yeah." the sheriff answered. "Moose just got carried away again."
and to the bleeding man he said. "Now Moose, you know Marianne done
nothin like that. She's just tellin you that to get you goin."
"That son of a bitch broke my nose." he blubbered.
"From what old Joe here says, you threw the first punch. A man's got
a right to defend himself, ain't he?" He pulled Moose over to the
back seat of his car. Then back to Ennis he said, "You alright?
Don't look like he landed any punches on you but if you want to press
charges I can arrest him for assault?"
"Nah. Looks like it was all just a mistake."
Moose came out of the car again, "She said she was screwing some
stranger in town and he's the only stranger been 'round in months."
"Get back in the car, Moose and I'll take you over to Doc's place.
Don't know why you let her get to you like this." the rest of their
conversation was lost behind the closed door of the patrol car as
they drove off.

Jack stood by, hands on hips, tongue nervously licking
lips. "Everythin alright? He get you?"
"I'm fine. Only punch he landed was on the wall over there." Ennis
pointed to the fist-sized indentation in the garage wall.
Jack breathed a sigh of relief and turned his attention to the pickup.
"So, how about your old bucket of bolts? It gonna hang together a
few more miles? Or do we take it over to the junk yard where it
belongs?"
"Not a thing wrong with it!" Ennis defended his truck. "It'll
probably out live that fancy-assed thing you drive." They helped the
old man back in the truck and went back across the street for the
supplies.
The old man said nothing about the confrontation, but there was a
little something there. A seed of respect for this Ennis Del Mar for
taking old Moose to his knees. He'd been needing something like that
for years and it galled the old man that it had been his
son's 'boyfriend' that did it. He didn't want to respect him and he
sure as hell wasn't going to! But it was there just the same. A
little spark.

Later that night after the old folks were asleep and Jack crept
across the hall; they lay on the bed talking.
"You sure, ole Moose didn't hurt you?" He was checking for bruises.
"Never laid a hand on me." he grinned up at him. "How do you know I
ain't been screwin ole Marianne?"
Jack laughed. "Cause you ain't never seen old Marianne. She'd out-
weigh the two of us put together, and 'sides that she likes them big
and hefty. Don't think she'd look twice at your scrawny ass." He
pulled the covers up over them.
"I think I'm bein taken for granted here." He spooned up behind
Jack. "Mmmmm. I'll take you any way I can get you, Cowboy."
Ennis reached his hand around and began caressing balls and
cock. "You know there ain't nobody got what I want but you, don't
you?"
"Mmmm. uh huh. You keep doing that and we're gonna need to change
the sheets again."
"Ain't that why you bought six sets of them things? Besides, ain't
gonna waste it tonight." He rolled Jack over on his back and started
with a long trail of kisses just above his knee, bypassed the groin,
stopped at the navel, dipped his tongue in.
"Hey, you missed somethin." Jack teased.
"Didn't miss it. Just ain't got there yet. Takin my time tonight."
He kissed his way up to Jack's nipples; first one then the other.
Jack forgot what he was complaining about. "That tongue of yours
ought to be declared a lethal weapon." he whispered.
"Mmmmm, Delicious." Ennis mumbled and kept the torture going. Up the
side of Jack's neck, behind his ear to that little place that always
made Jack shudder.
"You wanna keep this quiet, you best get on with it." He was
breathless now.
"This what you want?" Ennis took his mouth and leaned over on top of
him. They broke the kiss only when they both needed the air.
He started the little kisses again, down the neck, chest and navel;
which, as usual, brought a little squeal from Jack. He grinned and
went on with his attack. Nuzzled down further, cheek rubbing against
the swollen shaft.
"Oh, Yes! Please!" Jack begged.
He licked the moisture from the tip and made a little wet trail down
to the base. Licked the balls thoroughly then lifted Jack's legs,
pushing back on the thighs and gaining access to the rosebud
opening. His tongue flicked over and around it making Jack squirm
with delight and grab for a pillow to cover his mouth. Ennis probed
deeply with his tongue for a time then reached for the K-Y on the
night stand. Jack was frantic. "Hurry, Cowboy. I'm gonna lose
it..."
He lubed up and entered him, slowly and deeply.
"oooooohhhhhh Yeahhhh." Jack sighed.
"You like that? Huh?" Ennis asked through gritted teeth. He kept
the rhythm going. "I ain't gonna last long, Bud." he gasped out.
"Me neither. Just go! Do it.!" Jack begged around the pillow.
He slammed into him then, thrust after thrust, after thrust; with
everything that was in him. Staking his claim. This was his
territory. His! And no one was ever going to keep him from it
again. No one.

The End