Texas Pride

“Just the sleepin’ bags, they’re by the door. Everything else’s loaded.” Kitt stepped in to grab the two sleeping bags. Austin took one from him, tossing it on the sofa.

“This will be more than fine,” Austin said.

The move erased the worry from Kitt’s brow. He laughed and let Austin circle him in his arms as he pulled Kitt back out the front door. Kitt tossed the one sleeping bag in the back seat of the truck while Austin made his way around and got in on the passenger side. He watched Kitt grab his cowboy hat, and place it on the center console as he slid inside the truck.

“We dub this place Kelly Ridge,” Kitt said, as he started the truck and backed away from the house.

“I used to hear about that place. What’s the story?” Austin asked, content with just listening to the sound of Kitt’s voice.

“It sits overlookin’ the back pasture on a slight hill. There used to be a pond down there, but it dried up years ago, before I was ever born. My dad used to take me down there to camp when I was little. You can see for miles and miles…” Kitt said, sounding a little distracted. He didn’t finish the thought, but turned on the radio to the local country station he liked. He turned the volume down low.

“Lots of memories then,” Austin said, taking the cowboy hat and carefully placing it in the back seat. He lifted the console before sliding in the middle of the seat, closer to Kitt. He couldn’t decide if it were a good thing or bad thing to be going somewhere Kitt’s father use to take him.

There wasn’t a trail and Kitt drove slowly. The headlights of the truck bounced around with every rut they hit. Austin watched Kitt as closely as Kitt watched the pasture in front of the truck. He lifted a hand and brushed Kitt’s hair back from his forehead. Austin got a sideways glance and a small grin as he ran his hand down Kitt’s thigh, scooting in as close as he could.

“I used to do this in high school. The girls sat right next to me. I think about that when I see you in this truck. Me sitting right here next to you,” Austin said, tucking his hand between Kitt’s parted thighs, and sliding his fingers under Kitt’s leg.

“My friends always did it too. Their wives still do it,” Kitt said. His eyes returned to watching the field in front of them.

“You never did?” Austin asked. His only real care in the world seemed to be the man sitting next to him.

“Nah, I never dated any girls. I haven’t ever really dated anybody. I’ve always known I was gay from the time I was little.” Kitt said it all so matter of fact, keeping his hands on the wheel, navigating all the ruts in the pasture. He only tossed them around a little as he drove.

Austin kept his eyes on Kitt, watching him closely for any sign of emotion about what he just said. He wasn’t at all sure he liked that statement. Kitt deserved someone to be nice to him. Take him out on a date or vice versa. He was sure Kitt would be an excellent date. Someone you’d be glad to have on your arm. The thought brought a smile to Austin’s face before his heart ached painfully. He wouldn’t ever be the man to take Kitt anywhere. He closed his eyes, turning his head back straight.

“What?” Kitt asked, looking over at Austin.

“Nothing,” Austin said absently.

“What?”

“I just wish I could take you out on a real date, and I realized that it will never happen,” Austin finally said.

“No, it can’t. I’ve got too much ridin’ on things right now. I’ve learned to live with it. And so have you.” Kitt bumped Austin in the shoulder; giving him another sideways glance. The truck hit a good, deep rut and bounced them around, making Kitt quickly cut his eyes back to the pasture.

“It’s not bad, Austin. It’s actually the only life I know, so I’m good. We should probably slow this down some between us. If we keep goin’ every night, someone’s gonna catch us.” The words came so easily, like it truly was an option for them. “Maybe this trip you’re takin’ would be a good time to start makin’ this a weekly deal or something like that.”

“Ah, well, Kitt Kelly, you just managed to take the small ache in my heart and balloon it into a major throb. I’d hate to slow this down,” Austin said, his brow narrowed. His eyes focused on Kitt’s face. It took a minute, but Kitt looked over at him, slowly giving him that grin of his until another damn rut lurched the truck, making Kitt turn his eyes back to the pasture.

“I’d hate it too, but it’s risky what we’re doing.”

Austin didn’t reply. Instead, he lifted his hand between Kitt’s parted thighs and slid it up his dick. The bulge under his hand hardened inside the Wranglers.

“So…you’ve never had sex with a girl?” Austin asked, keeping his hand massaging Kitt’s cock. One thing was for certain, Kitt’s cock seemed to really like Austin being around.

“Nope, not once,” Kitt said, his voice a little deeper since Austin began the intimate massage.

“Huh.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Just huh, nothing more,” Austin said casually. He’d had more sex with women in his life than with men. As he got older, he needed to be drunker, and even stoned. But honestly, he’d learned to take sex however it was offered. A girl’s ass wasn’t much different than a guy’s, and if he closed his eyes and imagined, he seemed to get through it alright.

“I couldn’t even get it up with a girl. You probably go both ways, right?” Kitt asked.

“I’m all of a sudden a little ashamed to say yes to you. I prefer men. I need to drink quite a bit to be with a woman, but I do it,” Austin said.