Honey Tom

We dozed a might and I woke to knowing that Honey Tom had the need again. He were hard and he were pulling on my dick, which were what woke me.

"You are one sweet lay, Billy Ray Tolbert," he whispered to me, like he couldn't say it enough. "You always was. You take it better than any lad on the mountain. This is your nature. This is what you were put on earth for—to give men the pleasure of putting it in you. You can set up family up here in the nowhere holler—that be very nice—but don't you go denying your calling."

"My pappy says it's for a fool—to be drawn to it. 'Don't you go bein' no fool no more,' he tells me."

"How do you feel with it inside you, deep in your sweet passage? Do you feel like a fool when I put it inside you, deep?"

"You know how I feel, Honey Tom. I feel like the most golden man on earth wants me, and I feel like one with him when he's inside me. You gonna put it to me again? You done me for hours, it seems like."

"You're gonna put it to yourself, Billy Ray Tolbert. You're gonna declare it as your nature—something natural for you that you won't fight. You get that sweet body of yours on top of me now. Fuck yourself silly."

I did as he demanded, him turning onto his back, his hands helping me get settled on his shaft, me swinging a leg over his hips and laying my palms on his chest as he held himself in position. With a big sigh and a groan, I came down on him, taking him all the way inside me, hard and thick and throbbing. Me being measured to size of him now, sliding down easy on the dick with the help of the honey cum he'd put inside me earlier—and then put inside me again and again.

I rose and fell on the staff, taking him deep, with him workin' my dick with one hand and rolling and squeezing my balls with the other. When I had released on his flat belly, he took over the fuck. He grabbed my hips 'tween his hands and slammed me up and down on his cock, with me writhing on top of him, leaning back against his raised thighs, his feet flat on the mattress, pushing off his feet to thrust hard up inside me. Again he gave me a blast of his honey and we both collapsed, me on top of him, both of us breathing hard and sighing deeply.

"Woowie, you was hungry for it, Billy Ray," he murmured in my ear.

"It's been so long, Honey Tom. So long since I been laid out good like that. I tried to put it behind me. I surely did."

"I don't need to be that long. This is your nature. This is what you was meant for, Billy Ray Tolbert," he murmured. "to bring pleasure to men like this. If it makes you a fool, as your pappy says it do, why then be the best fool in Giles County. Just don't go on foolin' yourself by trying to deny who you are and what you want and need."

The sunlight through the windows had dimmed and moved together until both slices of light was picking us out—Honey Tom and me—on Franny's bed before he was finished moving inside me. He had seeded me again and again, and I had laid there and taken it and asked for more, moving from gripping his buttocks to hold him inside me as he convulsed and released his seed, to digging my fingernails into his shoulder blades as he dug deep and fast inside me. I were filled to the brim with his honey and humming for it.

He left, whistling, before dark, not long before I heard the motor of the pickup returning. It was like Honey Tom was in tune with the whole world in ways that others were not. He knew when to come. He knew I would lay down for him. He knew how to work my body up to beggin' for him. He knew when to come inside me. And he knew when to leave.

I walked to the door of the house, naked, and watched him melt back into the tree line.

As he passed by me in the doorway, he turned and gave me a kiss on the lips. He tasted of clover-fed honey, which were natural, but I said what needed to be sayin'. "That's got to be the end of it, Honey Tom. Give some warning next time when you come and I'll be away in the field. That were nice, it were, but I got to stop playin' the fool."

He gave me a knowing little smile and said, "I'll be back, and you'll be here for me when I come."

I lowered my head at that, not wanting him to look into my eyes—into my soul. After he'd disappeared into the trees, and as I turned to enter the house and to fix up the signs of Franny's bed having been used, a bee stung me on the ass. He had left me something to remember him by.

I should have been satisfied, completed. But I wasn't. I was keyed up. I hadn't had it since before Franny and I had gotten married. It was like Honey Tom had pulled me back into the need for it after I had dulled my senses and needed nothing more than to pull on myself for my own release. Now I needed more. I had got some. Honey Tom had fucked me for more than an hour and had tired me out for then—but he'd keyed me up for now, when Franny was back home, all smiles because of her time with her family.

"Put the baby in the cradle tonight, not in the bed," I whispered to her as she was preparing Billy Junior for the night. She turned to me with a questioning look, but when I ran my fingers into her hair and brought her face close to mine, she was as much into the kiss as I was—our first kiss since the one we done during the ceremony because those watching expected it of us.

"You must have missed me today," she murmured after we kissed. She was smiling. She'd been sayin' that she wanted this—that we might as well, since we was married.

"I did. I missed you in the worst way," I answered, almost choking on the words. I hadn't meant it as some sort of joke, but I knew it had a meaning that she wouldn't know—or, probably, appreciate.

But then maybe she would have, because she certainly showed that she appreciated me coming to her bed, to the mattress stuffed with corn cobs, for the first time. And that I covered and fucked her for the first time as well. And then, before the light of day, fucked her again.

I didn't tell Franny about the bee sting or tend to it myself—I could not have reached it and I could not explain to her how I would have been bare assed to be stung there. It did bother me as I fucked her, but I think it also helped me through the awkwardness of fucking a woman—feeling the sting kept me thinking of moving with Honey Tom in a fuck and I could fantasize about him doing me while I were moving on top of and inside Franny in the dark. So much did I feel the presence of Honey Tom in the fuck—and, I don't know, his approval and encouragement, I guess—that I imagined I felt him next to us, his hand on the small of my back, pushing me forward when I was thrustin' inside Franny.

"That's it. That's it. Oh, Sweet Jezzusss, I think you done it, Billy Ray," Franny cried out as I let loose inside her and she dug her fingernails into my shoulder blades.

* * * *

Our daughter—our daughter, not Franny's and someone else's daughter—was born in the early morning of April 1st. I'd managed to get Franny down to Staffordsville in time—and to her people—to help Franny in the birthing. God knows there twern't nothin' I coulda done to help her with that up there in Sugar Tree Holler. Billy Junior was down there as well. It were a long night, and, after the birthing, I came on home, as there were planting to do and I'd noted that the top of the bee box was bein' lifted up by the overflow of the hive. I'd put the second box out and, after I'd had a rest, was fixin' to go down to Thessalia to ask Will Lambert at the store to let Honey Tom know we was ready for another swarm of bees. I hadn't wanted to eyeball Will direct in case the old yearnings hit, but there wasn't any way out of it. Franny weren't gonna be goin' anywhere anytime soon, not while she was being tied down with two younguns. I'd go back in four days to get Franny and our little ones—our boy and girl—to bring them back home.

As I pulled into the yard in the pickup, though, there, comin' outa the trees up by the bee boxes, gingerly carrying a hollowed out section of tree and with bees swarming all over his head and bare torso, was Honey Tom. Just as he said he would, he knew when we'd be ready for another hive.

He also knew when Franny wouldn't be home.

I was exhausted from the panicked ride down the mountain and the hours of fretting as Franny was giving birth. There was nothing more I wanted than a cold beer from the house and to fall into the sack. Instead, I got out of the truck and walked to Honey Tom and stood there, submissively, beside him, as he settled the new bees in the second box. 'Course I went hard for him, and 'course, he knowed I was hard for him.

After he bedded the bees, he turned to me, put a hand on the small of my back, and pulled me into him. He kissed me, all out in the open like that, and I returned the kiss, hungrily.

"Come into the house with me," I murmured, in resignation and want, not bein' able to help myself from being a fool for him.

"Walk up to the pools with me," he said. His hand on the small of my back guided me which way he wanted me to go, and I found we was walking up the path in woods, to the top of the Sugar Tree Holler, where the spring-fed pools was, the water falling from one rock-carved pool to the next lower one, on the stream's way down past the house.

We weren't alone when we got to the pool. I could hear him hummin' and movin' around in the pool as we approached—Rufus Jefferson, the big black hermit who lived in the log cabin up here abouts.

"Maybe we should go back down to the house," I said, as we drew near. "Someone's already at the pool."

"I know," Honey Tom said. "It's Rufus, who lives up here. I told him to meet us here. Rufus takes pleasure in men too. Me and Rufus are gonna do you together."

And so they did.

Upon hearing us approach, Rufus rose up out of the pool water, naked, all chocolate brown and hard bodied—and big ole erect thick and long cock, a cock to rival Honey Tom's and any man's in Giles County, and a big ole grin on his face. I couldn't stop myself from stoppin' and lookin' and shudderin'. He were chocolate brown across his big, muscular body, exceptin' that for his dick and balls. They was black, black, black, and huge. He were hard and standin' proud, the head of his dick pushed out all pinkish and purplish. I started to tremblin' then and there, knowin' that he were gonna put that black snake inside me.

With a moan, I turned, thinkin' of getting' away, goin' on down the mountain as fast as I could move my bare feet. But Honey Tom held me fast and then pushed me to my knees, holding me fast, as Rufus took up his place in front of me and held my head as I took that old black snake of his in my throat. He tasted tangy, not honey sweet, like Honey Tom did, but I moaned a moan of want for him as I took it all inside my mouth.

They lay me out on my back on a rock ledge hangin' over the pool, Honey Tom saddled over my chest and me sucking his sweet-tasting dick and Rufus crouched in the pool between my spread thighs, sucking on my dick until he wanted more and stood up in the pool, hooked my ankles on his shoulders, fed that big ole black snake of his inside me, and fucked me good. I didn't fight him any; I bucked against him in rhythm to his thrusts as I got all het up in the dicking. After Rufus done plowed me good, Honey Tom turned me on my belly and stood where Rufus had been and fucked me with his big shaft while Rufus sat, legs folded under him at my head, with my head in his lap, and his dick down my throat.

Through it all, I was cooperative and willing and giving them anything they wanted—and they wanted it all. I wanted it all done to me, and they obliged. They did it all but one thing—one thing I kept thinkin' of them doin' since there were two of them at me up here.

That big black cock really did me. Rufus filled me to full stretch and he knew just what to do to get my wall muscles to shimmerin' and clutchin' at the thick black snake, making love to it as it made love to me—and filled me with its cum, the tangy taste of it mixing with the sweet honey of Honey Tom's seed inside me, creating a rich slick for the men to take turns slip slidin' away inside me, me jacking off nearly as often as they done together. Completely drained, fully satisfied, moaning for them and clutching at their asses and their shoulder blades, beggin' them to do it again.

There for some minutes, I thought as how they'd really do me together—that other thing I'd been thinkin' about—both pushing inside me at once, but they didn't do that then. They saved that for later, in Rufus's cabin when I was a full slave to them, opened up to them completely, and wantin' everythin' they could do to a man.

"You are such a little whore," Honey Tom said, with a laugh, and that I couldn't deny.

Afterward, Honey Tom said, "I know you'll be wanting it more often than I can come by and give it to you. That's why I talked it over with Rufus here. You can have as much as you want from Rufus—and from me when I'm here. You can have whatever you want, as much as you want. We are going up to Rufus's cabin now, where we are gonna do you again—and again. You can stay as long as you want. Forever, if you want. As long as you stay, though, you will be a slave to Rufus's cock, and mine when I am there."

He was good to his word. They held me there in Rufus's cabin for the next two days, doin' me in turn—in all positions and all places: In Rufus' bed, on the cabin floor, on his eating table, and bent over the railing on his front porch. And then, as I had been thinkin' as soon as they was two workin' on me in the pools, they did me together, havin' theyselves a Billy Ray sandwich. And I liked it that way too.

I loved it all. Honey Tom had been right. I had been made for this—to serve the pleasure of men, and both Honey Tom and Rufus knew how to give pleasure as well as how to take it.

Increasingly as time went by, though, the words of my pa rang in my ears those first days of April, while I was stretched out up here in Rufus's cabin on my back with my legs open and Honey Tom lying on me, working his dick inside me, and then Rufus at me, stretching my passage with his big black dick, and then Honey Tom inside me . . . and then me between them, Rufus at my back, Honey Tom at my front, both of them sticking it inside me together, all of us gruntin' at the effort and strain of it. I heard my pa sayin' I would just be a fool to abandon what had been given me to pursue fleeting, sinful pleasure—to be used by other men's lust. What I could give a man and be to a man would only be for a few years, while I was young and supple, and good-lookin'. Family, with a grateful wife and children to blossom into grandchildren, and so forth, down through the ages would be a forever pleasure.

On the morning of the third day, I got up sore from the bed, pulling myself out of the entangling arms of a hunk of a man on either side of me. Honey Tom woke up and smiled at me. Rufus continued to snore. He had been the one to fuck me hardest and longest in the night, and now was enjoyin' the reward of a deep sleep.

As I was pullin' my jeans on—the first time in two days, Honey Tom said, "You're goin' back down to the house, ain't you?"

"Yes, Honey Tom, I got to. I took on responsibilities. I can't be a fool forever."

"There are ways of having your pie and eating it too, Billy Ray," he said. "You can have what you have there and here as well. I do believe you'll find all will be more content if you do—even Franny. You'll be wantin' to add hives, and I'll be bringing bees to you ever once in a while. I'll know when to come. I'll know with Franny ain't here. And you know you'll lie down for me on those times. But there's Rufus too. Anytime you need it, you can come to Rufus. Rufus will give it to you good. So, you go on now, and you raise your family. But you get your pleasures otherwise too. It's in your nature. And it's in Rufus's and my natures to want to git inside you when we can and the chance is there. Can't none of us escape or fight that."

Then he turned over on his stomach, put an arm over Rufus's chest, and looked away from me. I didn't look back as I walked out of the cabin.

* * * *

"You were supposed to come tomorrow," Franny said when she came out on the porch of her parents' house, baby held against her shoulder, as I got out of the pickup. "Did you forget the day?"

"I couldn't stay away from our family a day longer," I said as I climbed up on the porch and Franny turned her shoulder to give me a good look at the baby. I could see it hadn't been missed on her that I'd said 'our family' rather than 'your son.' It might have been the first time I'd done that—made all three of them my family. Nothing that happened on the mountain with Honey Tom and Rufus Jefferson changed what havin' this baby Franny and me shared meant to me. I was a daddy now in my own right and a husband too. And I were feelin' I needed to be Billy Junior's daddy too. I knew he looked up to me as his daddy, and it 'twernt his fault I weren't his natural pa. Honey Tom had made a point to tell me that I could run my life on two separate tracks and that, in fact, it would be better for everybody if I did.

For a while I'd thought that wouldn't be fair to Franny. But me and Franny had been sittin' better with each other after Honey Tom came back and got to me. We'd been havin' at it off and on too. I were comfortable doin' it with Franny now. I got hard fine with her now, and the plowin' of her were easy and pleasurable enough. She sure as hell wanted it whenever I hankered to do it.

We'd created this baby together. Somehow havin' Honey Tom on the side—and now the offer of Rufus when I needed it that way—had calmed me down and made me more of a family man than before. And if goin' back with men occasionally made me a fool, like my daddy said it would, at least I was a fool who knew it. Talkin' about April fools, that would be Franny, not me. She had brought it on—what led to Honey Tom getting his prick inside me again and now Rufus as well. She's the one who brought Honey Tom back into my life and jammed up my ass. Franny was the one playin' the trick that she didn't know were a trick and that bounced back at her. And it more than likely was gonna work out to her benefit anyhow. Better she never know what an April Fool's joke it had been.

"I can stay the night and we'll go home tomorrow as planned," I told her. 'Home.' Sayin' that meant something had changed in our life, and Franny had picked up on that too.

"There's just the bed I'm in at my parents' house," she said, lookin' at me real hard. I'd been in her bed for fuckin' off and on since that last day in June when Honey Tom visited and I fucked her after—the night when we probably made this baby, the night she kept sayin' it happed and did her countin' of time from—but I hadn't moved in on her completely. Franny had made clear that I was welcome to, though.

"Well, I figure we need other space for the younguns from now on, so I'll move to your bed when we get home. I understand we can't do nothing for a while, but you might—if you want to—tell me when we can."

"I'll be sure to do that," Fanny said, with a deep smile. "It won't be long," she added, holding that smile. Then she went on. "Good thing we're here. Me and my parents have been talking names for the baby. You have any ideas on that? You get a big vote on that."

I thought for a minute, and a little mischief came into my head, something April foolish in keeping with the baby having popped out on that date. I bet she'd grow up to be a mischievous little spitfire too. "She were born on the first day of April. How about we name her April? Maybe April Marie. April for havin' the gumption to come out on April Fool's day and Marie for your mother. I always liked that name."

"Sounds like a possibility to me," Franny said. I could tell she was please that I'd thought of using her momma's name.