We kissed a lot, too, not during the fucking that much but in between and afterwards and Jack said he meant it about what he had said before about us both living in the same part of the country. I said did he think he'd like it on a ranch, and he said did I think I'd like it in Venice, California which has a big beach and lots of good restaurants. And I said does it have police on bicycles in tight pants, the police, that is, or is that just something the TV made up and he said how would people on a ranch feel about men who couldn't ride horses and felt real close to other men. And I said could he ride a tractor and he said could I ride a bicycle and we started to laugh and to laugh and then went to kissing and to patting and to smoothing parts of each other till pretty soon we were all ready to get close to each other again.

Jack said it was my turn to go first and I said that was all right with me if I could get him to kneel up some so I could come at him from behind because I liked looking him in the eyes but I also liked slamming into his pretty butt the way we did it on the ranch with the heifers if the need was great. He asked was I joking and I said I was the most truthful person he'd ever meet and the truth was I wanted to fuck him without no more small talk. Jack said he'd take that as a compliment and he got up on his knees and his hands and said he was making me a present of his pretty butt and did I want him to moo. Only if he felt like it is what I said which is when I put my face against his pretty butt and my tongue where his tongue had been but in his butt, not in mine, that is, and he did moo while my tongue went at him but then he stopped and he quicklike rolled over and grabbed me and hugged me so tight I thought I almost wouldn't be able to breathe. "Do you believe in love at first sight, Seth?" is what he asked me and he wasn't laughing and neither was I partly because I was concentrating on breathing. So I said I didn't have no experience of love but in most of the movies where people end up in love they start out not liking each other like Princess Leia and Han Solo, for one example. Jack said movies wasn't always like real life and he should know since he made movies and would I believe that he, Jack, that is, had fallen in love with me when I fell into his lap at the hot tub and could I fall in love with him is what he asked still hugging me real tight. I started to say that his first sight of me was not at the hot tub but then I thought that maybe he meant first sight one hundred percent naked which was at the hot tub so what I said was that if having him for my first real close personal friend and being in love with him were the same thing or almost the same thing that I already was in love with him and I hugged him as tight as he'd been hugging me.

It was Dick B. Long all over again. Jack started in to cry but he right off told me not to worry he was crying because he was happy. He had never been so happy is what he said and if nothing else good came from this retreat at the X Bar L ranch resort it wouldn't matter because he had found love and I was it. He kissed me about then and I kissed him back and I put out my tongue and mopped up the little tears that was on his cheeks and even though I'm not the silent type like Uncle Buddy I just couldn't say one single thing so I hugged Jack to me and he hugged me to him and I felt like we fitted together perfect even though both of us were big and stiff and the more we rubbed against each other the bigger and stiffer we got.

After a while Jack said he thought it was time he practiced some more on his mooing in case he had to pretend some day that he was a heifer on a ranch with me and was I about ready to fuck him was what he asked. I was, ready, that is, and I told him so and then I did it and he practiced his mooing till he got so good I told him he could pass for a heifer without no trouble and he wiggled his pretty butt under me and that was all it took to open my valves for real. Jack asked me had it been good and because I'm truthful I told him it had been better than good that it had been the best I'd ever known with or without no mooing and did being in love make fucking so amazing is what I asked. Being in love makes everything amazing is what Jack told me, and I think he's right.

It certainly made it amazing when he fucked me again even though he did it just the way we'd done it before because he said it was real important to him to look at my eyes whilst he plowed my ass. I didn't moo but I did cry which I hadn't done since Obi Wan Kenobi died on the Death Star and the crying I did whilst I looked up at Jack and felt him going deeper and deeper into me was because I was happy which I wasn't when I saw Obi Wan take that hit from the light sword. I was happy because I could see Jack's real warm smile and know that I was the reason for it. It was amazing and so was Jack's light sword if you want to call it that. I even amazed myself a little while later when Jack said we should get cleaned up for bed and I said we was already in bed and he said he meant cleaned up for sleeping unless I absolutely had to have another fuck. To be truthful which is what I generally am I wouldn't have minded another fuck right then but I could see Jack didn't want to overdo things so I let him take me into the bathroom and into the shower and it was when he was doing nice things with a washcloth on my nuts that I amazed myself. I asked Jack could he get his razor and would he like to shave my nuts so that they'd be like his and shave other places I couldn't reach where he might like it if I didn't have no hair. Jack said I didn't have to do that for him, it was friends of his who was picky about hair is what he said.

But I said I loved him, Jack, that is, and I wanted to be the best I could be for him and if that meant having bald nuts it was the least I could do to make him as happy as he made me and to show how much I loved and respected him. Would it be all right if he did the barbering in the morning is what he asked when his hand would be steadier because love was making him shake all over just then and he didn't want to hurt anybody who loved and respected him the way I did. And then what he said was "Seth, baby, lover, sweeetheart, angel boy, nobody before has told me that he loved me and that he respected me, too. You are a miracle man and I am never going to let you go even if it means I have to learn to drive a tractor." And he turned off the shower water and we dried each other with towels and we brushed our teeth and we got back into the bed one hundred percent naked and wrapped ourselves around ourselves and I thought I had never felt so good in all my life and all I wanted was to be like that forever in the arms of a real close personal friend I loved and respected, too. But thinking about being with Jack forever made me think about Dick B. Long and the idea I'd had about getting the Twink to respect him like the young players did in "Boys a-Simmer" and even though I was some fearful of spoiling things with Jack I said I had to tell him something before I forgot. Couldn't it wait till morning is what he asked me because right then his head was full of beautiful music coming from putting it, his head, that is, on my chest so he could listen to my heart beat which is what he said he wanted to do. And nothing else. I said please, it wouldn't take long and he wouldn't even have to move his head just keep one ear open while I talked. So he agreed but he gave me a little pinch just to show he liked touching me better than listening to me right then and I put my fingers in his pretty hair with the golden specks to show that I liked touching him too.

Then was when I told him about watching "Boys a-Simmer" with its Star and seeing how he had gotten the respect of his young players and turned them into a team and feeling inspired by that story. Jack didn't say nothing right then, but he kind of yawned which made me think I wasn't getting my idea out the way I ought to. So I said it distressed me some to see that Dick B. Long wasn't getting the Twink's respect like he should be considering that he, Dick B. Long, that is, was the Star and had a wonder of nature between his legs that could be a heavy burden like he'd told me. Jack yawned again which made me think I still wasn't getting my idea out so I just flat out asked him if he'd be interested in a way to get the Twink to respect Dick B. Long. Let me tell you about the Twink is how Jack answered me. He is nothing but trouble and I don't know why Bernie ever signed him up for this Project. He is not a team player, the Twink is who Jack meant, and he will not make sacrifices for his Art the way all the rest of us has had to do. He doesn't respect Dick B. Long, who is a warhorse in the adult film industry, because he, the Twink is who Jack meant, doesn't respect anybody. He is a one-boy band who would like it best if he could just suck and fuck himself in front of a camera without no help from nobody else. And that fool Bernie let him put some fine print in his contract, the Twink's contract is what Jack meant, that protects him against "cruel and unusual punishment" and he says that Dick B. Long's cock is cruel and unusual and he won't let it anywhere near him. So, yes, is what Jack said, I'd be interested in a way to get the Twink to put out for Dick B. Long, because if he doesn't, I'll never get this Project in the can and my career will be over and I'll have to spend the rest of my life making public service announcement videos for the home pages of the mentally defective. That was when I told Jack about Uncle Buddy and how he could go from zero to sixty so fast that it frightened the livestock and would sure as shit scare the Twink and make him, the Twink, that is, think twice about Dick B. Long. Right off, Jack was doubtful. He'd seen Uncle Buddy one hundred percent naked is what he said and he'd seen Dick B. Long and they wasn't playing in the same league. Your uncle is what Jack said is a real handsome young man but not a patch on you, meaning me, that is, and his cock may look like something special in Montana but in the adult film industry it's just run of the mill by the looks of it at the hot tub. He and the Twink would make a nice pair, come to think of it, is what Jack said, but as far as teaching the Twink a lesson, I have my doubts.

That's because you haven't seen it with your own eyes is how I answered him, but I'm pretty sure Luther has and all you have to do is ask him about Uncle Buddy. When Uncle Buddy, like I said, goes from zero to sixty as fast as the Starship Enterprise going into warp speed, he gets as big as a war club and, close to, his cock is almost as much a wonder of nature as Dick B. Long's. If you give the Twink a choice between Uncle Buddy and Dick B. Long, I just bet he'll choose the devil he knows.

How much will you bet? is what Jack asked.

All the hair on my nuts and other places you might like to take it from is what I answered.

Jack kissed me and he hugged me and he said he was sorry he'd ever told me about his picky friends and he loved me bald or hairy or in between and always would. I will check with Luther is what he said but I don't think I need to because I believe you and I think you may have solved our problem and saved me from a life of making public service announcements. Then he said we should go to sleep because he did some of his best work in his sleep and he was going to need to dream up a way to get the Twink into action with Uncle Buddy so that he, the Twink, that is, would come to respect Dick B. Long. I said I'd be glad to help if I could and would he sleep better if I held on to him or if he held onto me. He said he'd like to put his arms around me and his hands on some places on me and have me back up close to some places on him and that's how we went to sleep and pretty much how we woke up, too, except both of us were bigger and stiffer when we woke up then when we went to sleep.

I've got it is what Jack said when we woke up, and I know is what I said back and if you keep on squeezing it like that I'm going to remember this day almost the way I remember yesterday for the elk and the hot tub and other things. Would that be so bad is what Jack asked. No, not bad, is how I answered but it might not be as satisfying for you as I'd like it to be and if it gets to be a habit every morning we wake up together I'll have a headstart on the day and you'll be running behind. Jack laughed and stopped the squeezing and climbed up over me and kissed me on the mouth and then on other places like under my ears and around my bellybutton and said he'd like to make a habit of waking up together and he once rode a pony at a petting zoo and even though he was just six years old at the time he wasn't scared and maybe riding a horse wouldn't be so bad.

What's a petting zoo is what I asked and Jack said it was where he was going to keep me if the idea he had that was what he'd been talking about when he said I've got it worked out right. What you'd got was my prick is what I said and you're welcome to it but I don't see how it counts as much of an idea. The idea is your Uncle Buddy's prick is how Jack cleared up my confusion and I'm going to get the Twink to think he's giving it a screen test as a replacement prick for the one on Dick B. Long that everybody knows by heart. If your Uncle Buddy performs the way you say he does, the Twink will be caught between a rock and hard place and I will be able to pet you for the rest of my days. In fact, Jack said, I'd like to start right now if that's all right with you. I said it was, all right, that is, as long as I got to do some petting back and Jack agreed to my conditions and it was the nicest start to my day I'd ever had. Being in love is what makes everything amazing. That's what Jack had said. And he was right. He was right about the screen test, too. I told Uncle Buddy it would be a wrestling match with the Twink, and Uncle Buddy said it was all right with him if it was all right with Luther and Luther talked with Jack who smiled a lot while they were talking and then he, Luther, that is, said it was all right with him, and the Twink even said it was all right with him. At least he said that after he talked with Jack who didn't smile a lot and talked about "breach of contract" and how hard it could be to find work in the adult film industry if you didn't make sacrifices for your Art. Of course, the Twink thought it was just a screen test and Uncle Buddy thought it was just a wrestling match and not even a real one except that the winner, which is what he was sure to be, would get to fuck the loser.

When Uncle Buddy got his special parts squinched up into a leather sack and a chain clipped to the collar on his neck and his skin all shined up with baby oil or something, it's true he did get a little nervous. He got truly pissed off when Arnie hauled out the big movie camera, and Luther had to come and calm him down, Uncle Buddy, that is, because of his modest streak. It all took a while but finally Jack motioned to Luther and Luther held a board up in front of Arnie's camera and took it away and Jack said "Action" and I unclipped the leash from Uncle Buddy's collar and Dick B. Long, who had been holding the Twink on another leash, let go of that and Uncle Buddy and the Twink went for each other. It was a sight to see and if you're lucky you may see it someday because Jack says it's the finest screen test he's ever directed.

The Twink turned out to be better at wrestling than you would have thought. He didn't just have good muscles. He had speed, too, and he was tricky, but Uncle Buddy was a high-school champion and he had a few pounds on the Twink and determination besides. So he was the first to snap the Twink's string that was holding up the sack where the Twink's parts was all squinched up and once the Twink's pecker was waving around he seemed so concerned that it might get hurt he kind of put his attention more on that than on Uncle Buddy. Still, he did get Uncle Buddy's leather sack off him, too, but by then Uncle Buddy had the Twink pretty near pinned and didn't mind so much that he, Uncle Buddy, that is, was one hundred percent naked in front of a movie camera. Luther was rooting for him and so was I and Uncle Buddy grinned up at the both of us which is when the Twink tried to grab his pecker, Uncle Buddy's pecker, that is, and his nuts and Uncle Buddy, just like you'd expect if you knew him, went right then from zero to sixty with the result that his pecker was laying right across the Twink's face and between his eyes when just a second or two before what there was of it had been resting on his chest, the Twink's chest, that is.

"Son of a bitch" is what Bernie said. "Don't drop the camera. Keep shooting." is what Jack said to Arnie who seemed like he might let go of everything. "Holy Mother of God" is what Dick B. Long said and I saw him make the sign of the cross on himself. The Twink didn't say anything you could understand at first. He just screeched and if he'd had pants on I honestly think he'd have pissed them he was so surprised and scared shitless and just plain undone. Then he started to say "no" and "no" and "please God, no" and after a while he yelled for somebody to save him and he got real precise and asked Dick B. Long to save him and he promised Dick B. Long that he'd be good and that he'd respect Dick B. Long if he, Dick B. Long, that is, would just get this monster is what he called Uncle Buddy or Uncle Buddy's pecker, it wasn't exactly clear, off of him.

That was when Jack motioned to Luther again and Luther tapped Uncle Buddy on the shoulder and said to let him up, the Twink, that is, and Uncle Buddy asked when he was going to get to fuck him, the Twink, that is, and maybe later is what Luther said but I'd like to be with you just now and Uncle Buddy smiled and got up off the Twink and him and Luther kind of strolled away. Which meant that they missed what happened next which was that the Twink who was shaking all over crawled to Dick B. Long and grabbed him around the ankles and started to beg him, Dick B. Long, that is, to forgive him for being so mean and unprofessional is what he actually said. Dick B. Long didn't say anything but he did reach down and pat the Twink on his hair and then he pulled the Twink up so he was on his feet, the Twink's feet, that is, and he just hugged him until the Twink stopped shaking all over. Which is when Jack said "Cut," and Arnie put the camera down, and Jack came over to me and gave me a kiss and said I was a genius and had saved him from a life of public service announcements and if there was ever anything he could do for me he wanted to do it. I said I was sure I'd think of something if he gave me the time and he said he'd give me all the time in the world and I think he was being truthful. But right then he said he had to get the footage of Dick B. Long and the Twink that he needed to put this Project in the can and would I go find Luther and tell him to get his ass back here and bring some of Dick B. Long's custom-made condoms with him or he wouldn't be no Best Boy much longer. I found Luther pretty easy because of the noise he was making and I gave him Jack's message but with my back turned because of Uncle Buddy's modest streak. And I waited till Uncle Buddy was the one making noises and then I waited some more till he stopped and Luther pulled up his jeans and left and I said to Uncle Buddy we had to talk which we did.

It turned out that we agreed about the elk. It had done us both a favor which was to send us walking to meet Jack and Luther who were now our real close personal friends that we had never either one of us had before and didn't want to let loose of. What we didn't agree about was what to do next. I thought we ought to hitchhike back home and say proper goodbyes to our mommas and our dads and the rest of our kin and the hands on the place and the heifers and even Cheryl from the homemakers' course and young Jimmy Santangelo and then meet up with Jack and Luther back at the X Bar L ranch resort or wherever they was going. Uncle Buddy said we could just write letters home and that he wasn't leaving Luther right after he'd just found him, all thanks to that elk. Didn't he love his momma and my granddad is what I asked and he said he did but not the same as he loved Luther who along with everything else had said he would make him, Uncle Buddy, that is, famous if he would just get over his modest streak. So we argued some but we was both too happy to get really pissed off and Uncle Buddy said that after all he guessed I didn't have shit for brains and that I would always be his favorite nephew whatever happened. It was that kind of a day right up to supper time and afterwards. When the footage was in the can, Luther came and got us and took us to where Bernie was waiting to talk to Uncle Buddy. This Project is wrapped up is what he, Bernie, that is, said, but we have to think about the future and kiddo, is what he said to Uncle Buddy, you are it, the future, that is. I want to sign you to a six-picture contract and make you famous is what Bernie said but you'd better get an agent because you don't know shit from shinola about the adult film industry.

"I got one" was Uncle Buddy's answer and he pointed to Luther "and from now on you talk to him. We're a team."

Bernie went a little pale but he gave Luther a real, warm smile and took his elbow and walked him into one of the cabins and they was there quite some time but I didn't hear no shouting nor no glass breaking so I guess things went well. Which is how they went with the Twink and Dick B. Long too now that the misunderstanding between them had been patched up and the Twink had shown Dick B. Long the respect he deserved, Dick B. Long, that is. They got so close that after supper they sang together for the rest of us and Dick B. Long did have a real pleasant baritone and the Twink could carry a tune and Bernie said it might be a first in the adult film industry to have the Star and the Twink sing while they was fucking but he doubted he could get the financing for it.

Jack and I had a lot of time to ourselves and we used it pretty good finding out important things about each other like that he was a Pisces and I was a Leo and that we both liked "Law and Order" and "Ally McBeal" but not Ricky Martin nor Ross Perot. We walked a ways on the land of the X Bar L ranch resort and come on a working barn with some horses in it and I gave Jack a riding lesson that was shorter than it might have been and he said he'd teach me how to surf and I said he'd have to teach me how to swim first and he said he wanted to see me in a tight little bathing suit and one thing led to another.

I guess it's going to go on leading to things for quite some time. Being in love makes everything amazing is what Jack says.

And I agree.

The End