Thanks again to LarryInSeattle for his help editing.
Nick and Jack and Loretta continue to get to know each other. Nick surrenders his ass for the first time, at least the first time to flesh and blood.
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They lay there, a tangle of slick flesh until the mosquitoes, drawn by all that warm sweat, found them. A slap or two later and Loretta was hurrying toward the house while Jack and Nick grabbed the bottles and the blanket. They dropped the stuff on an old dented aluminum picnic table that had seen better days and followed Loretta inside. Nick stood there, scratching a particular troublesome bite on his right ass cheek as the screen door banged to a close behind him.
"Jesus bro, that was some heavy shit, no?" Jack panted, his usual wide grin distorting the bottom half of his face.
He surprised Nick by wrapping his arms around him and kissing him. Nick's body relaxed inside the circle of Jack's arms. They kissed for a long time, standing there just inside the side door of the kitchen. The kisses were passionate but not fervid, the kisses of two lovers who felt they had a feel for each other now. Loretta joined them. She leaned the side of her face on her husband's arm, and put one arm around each man's waist. They huddled there as the light faded from the sky.
When they stepped away from each other, Nick had a hard-on again.
Jack casually, wrapped his hand around the boy's cock and looked at his wife, eyes wide.
"Uh-oh, whose turn is it to provide Nick a little relief?" he joked.
"Not mine," Loretta replied quickly, "unless you don't want any supper."
"Fine by me baby. I'll take him," Jack said, kissing his wife softly. He nodded toward the back of the house, questioning Nick with his eyes.
Nick shook his head and laughed at the comical look of surprise that fell over Jack's face.
"Are you leaving, Nick," Loretta asked, her fingers lightly resting on his forearm, ignoring the antics of her husband. "Can't you stay? At least for dinner?'
Nick tried not to read too much into the "at least for dinner" comment but he felt hope rise in his chest.
"I can stay but let me help."
Loretta smiled. "Deal. You can set the table. Go relax till then."
Nick shook his head. "Let me help. What are you fixing?"
"Pork chops, fried potatoes, and corn or green beans, depends on what I see first in the root cellar."
"Potatoes in the cellar?"
Loretta nodded as Jack stood, his head swiveling from his wife to Nick and back.
Nick pointed at a door along the back wall of the kitchen, one eyebrow raised and Loretta nodded again.
She was tying on an apron as Nick opened the door to the cellar. He felt above his head for the chain he knew would be there. He'd never been in Loretta's house but he'd been in plenty of old farmhouses. Instead of a chain his arm encounter a string. He smiled, a bitter half smile. His mom would have pointed out, later of course and out of ear shoot, that people with class had pull chains on their basement lights, not cheap string. Nick pushed his mother out his head. He'd no need to deal with her until Monday afternoon.
He tugged and the stairwell was filled with harsh yellow light. The smell of damp earth filled his nose. It wasn't a dirty smell but a rich smell. He knew already, standing there at the top of the stairs, that the cellar would be tidy. It would have a dirt floor and damp rock walls with crumbles of loose mortar appearing to glow where they had fallen, but he would not find a rotting potato, or rotting anything else, in a cellar under Loretta's rule.
He spotted the potato bin at once. He had been built by someone who knew what they were doing. It was off the ground and had several large flat shelves, with lattice bottoms. The potatoes were spread out evenly and with plenty of circulation. He grabbed several, pivoted to the shelves besides the bin, and grabbed a large Mason jar that caught his eye.
"Five bean salad okay instead of corn?" he asked setting the jar and potatoes on the floor. He turned, leaned against the door frame and brushed the loose dirt off the bottoms of his feet. When he looked up Loretta smiled her approval. Nick didn't feel the action was praise worthy. What sort of clod would track more dirt on a floor that he needed to?
"Fine by me," Loretta chuckled. "But you have to sleep with Mr. Gas bag over there. I'll take the guest room." She looked over her shoulder at Nick. "You can stay the night can't you?"
Nick nodded and Loretta smiled before turning back to what she was doing.
"Leave the potatoes by the sink. I'll take care of 'em after I finish with these biscuits."
Nick ignored her and crossed to the sink where he found the vegetable brush he'd known would be resting in a little porcelain holder on the window sill. In the glass, he saw his own reflection, the kitchen lights and the ghostly flashes of fireflies dancing with the first stars of the night. Nick silently chanted "star light star bright" to himself and made his wish.
It didn't take long to wash the potatoes. Loretta directed him to the cutting board and a knife.
"You want 'em peeled?" he asked.
"Not unless you do," Loretta replied. "All the vitamins..."
"Are in the skin," Nick finished for her and they both giggled.
Looking bemused, Jack hopped up to sit on the countertop. Loretta shrieked.
"Jack! Get you bare butt off my kitchen counter. Honestly," she stammered. As she shooed him off with floured hands. He smiled as he hopped down and bowed.
"As you wish, madam," he intoned in a passable English accent. Loretta giggled and floured both of his cheeks by pressing his face together with her hands and kissing him. Nick smiled as the biscuits were forgotten for a minute or two.
"Get us all another beer okay babe," she asked as she gave him a quick I-have-things-to-do-mister kiss.
Jack bowed again and turned to the refrigerator. Things went quickly after that. They ate in silence. Nick would never tell his mother this but he'd finally found someone who made better biscuits than her. Jack chased them into the living room, assuring them he'd feel guilty if he didn't do the dishes.
Nick settled back on the couch, amazed at how quickly he'd forgotten he was naked. Loretta had given Jack her apron. Focused on the meal, his cock had grown quiet, now watching Loretta bend over to thumb through a milk crate of LPs, he felt it stirring. She had a beautiful ass and the cleft mound of her pussy was easy to see between her legs. Yet, dick getting hard or not, Nick acknowledged to himself that while he'd had fun with Loretta, it was Jack he really wanted. He felt like a jerk for thinking that way but, nonetheless, it was the truth.
She lowered the needle, there was a hiss and then unfamiliar music filled the air. Loretta turned to him with a smile. He made no effort to hide his boner. She settled onto the couch and curled up beside him. She rest her hand on his dick, in an almost companionable fashion.
"You like Jefferson Airplane?" she inquired. "It's their first album," she continued, not waiting for his reply. "Well, not really, but the first one with Grace and without Grace it ain't Airplane as far as I'm concerned," she clarified, at least to herself. Nick had no idea who or what she was talking about. On Saturday and Sunday his mom listened to Porter Wagner, Bill Anderson, and Lawrence Welk. His confusion regarding the music didn't bother him. He didn't feel like a total spaz like he did at school when classmates would talk about Zeppelin and Clapton and he had no option except to nod his head and offer and occasional "yeah, cool" to the conversation. He listened, not worrying for a change, and thought he might like this music. He certainly liked the warmth of Loretta's body next to his.
"Did you like making love to me, Nick?" she whispered.
"Um-hm," he murmured truthfully. "It was better than I had ever imagined."
He could see her nod out of the corner of his eye. When she spoke, her voice was soft but insistent.
"Don't feel bad. I know you like Jack more than me. That's okay."
Nick shifted to look at her. For perhaps the first time, he spoke as an adult.
