Lone Star Tommorows

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J.'s Office

By mid-week Jansen had started to look better his lip had almost healed the bruise on his shoulder had turned from deep purple to a light brown-yellow, and his black eye had become just a purple ring just above his cheek bone. J. had a little sympathy for his situation - She kept him from doing field work until Tuesday.

Dwayne had called on Monday evening to see how Jansen was feeling, and to set up their date for that upcoming Saturday. Dwayne said that he would take him to the Three Diamond Bar to go dancing. It was a gay bar that was about 45 minutes out of town. Dwayne said that he would pick up Jansen at 6:30. They would have dinner and then go to the Three Diamond.

Jansen was finishing up with some paperwork from Tucker’s. J. had given it to him along with a check. She had stated that Tracy would be stopping by later after her delivery to Lewis’ farm and Jansen was to give her the check and also see if they were low on any other supplies. He was just finishing filling out the order form when he heard footfalls out in the hall.

"Tracy" Jansen called out.

"Nope." Drake said appearing in the doorway. Jansen felt the crotch of his jeans stiffen.

"Howdy, Cowboy." Drake said.

"Drake" Jansen replied, inhaling the musky sent the bearded man gave off before him. Drake was dressed in blue jeans with a v-neck shirt that showed the definition in his pecs and allowed his dark fan of chest hair to show, dewdrops of sweat clinging to the tan skin underneath.

"I heard that you had gotten yourself into another little scrape."

"Ya, Rickett" Jansen said. Not concentrating on the conversation, but on his own blood swelling up into his head for his desire over this man. Drake set down the duffel bag that he was carrying and started to run his hands over Jansen’s body. He flicked his thumb over Jansen's nipple and then pinched it lightly between his index finger.

Jansen closed his eyes and let out an "mmm".

Drake began kneading Jansen’s pecks hard. Jansen reached up and grabbed his wrists. "You can’t tear this shirt" he said.

Drake continued to just rub Jansen’s chest. "Alright". He said "Feel free to shred mine. I need some new hand rags."

Jansen let his own hands explore over Drakes chest. The feel of the muscles under the cotton made Jansen hard and he felt Drake’s hand travel lower on his body, messaging him through his jeans.

Jansen lowered his face to the glistening exposed chest hair in the V of Drakes T-shirt; inhaling, lapping and enjoying. He looked up Drake and Drake lowered his lips to Jansen. As Drakes tongue slipped into Jansen’s mouth to do battle with his own, Jansen felt the tense electricity course through is body again. He grabbed hold of Drakes color and tore the shirt from his shoulders working down his neck, shoulders, chest, nipple, stomach and down to his crotch.

Jansen drove his face into the denim mound, making a wet spot on it with his tongue.

Drake backed away for a moment, reached his hands down to a small hole just below the fly.

Jansen saw his muscles flex as he yanked savagely to the hole, widening it to fully expose his flesh, poking out, stiff in front of Jansen's face. "Go on". Drake with a wicked grin on his face.

Jansen opened his mouth and took in just the head.

"Ya" Drake commented. "Suck on that grease monkey bone." He began to move his hips back and forth, working more and more of himself into Jansen’s mouth.

Jansen felt him slide past his teeth, the flesh of Drake rolling over his tongue, making it’s way back to of his throat.

"Relax and open up." Drake commented.

Jansen felt the Drake bump the back of his throat, he tried to keep his gag down, but after the third thrust it was too much. He sputtered and coughed as tears came out of his eyes.

Drake placed his hands on either side of Jansen’s face and brought him up off of his knees. "Easy there Kentucky cowboy." He kissed him softly on the lips.

Suddenly Jansen was aware of another body that was behind him and a hand that was not Drakes that was reaching into his jeans. "Can I be of…service." Toby said.

He deftly undid Jansen’s 20x jeans letting them fall to the floor as he worked his tongue over Jansen’s neck and ear. Reaching up under his shirt he played with Jansen’s nipples while Drake’s ran his hand up and down over Jansen’s own exposed manhood.

Jansen turned his face to Toby, remembering the time up against the tractor, the incredible action that his tongue had.

Toby stuck his tongue out running it over Jansen’s lips, which obligingly opened and the two men shared a deep kiss with the approval of Drake.

"Oh, yea. That’s hot. Deep Kiss that boy. I want to see those tongues working."

Jansen and Toby pulled their lips apart, keeping their tongues connected to pleasure Drake who respond with "Aw man. Give me some of that."

Toby turned to Drake and planted a deep kiss on him. It must have had the same effect on Drake as it did on Jansen as Drake’s strokes Jansen became swifter.

"I know what you really need." Toby said dropping to his knees before Drake.

Drake tilted his head back and let out a yowl. "Ya, boy. Yee-Haw," - another yowl - "MMMM. Oh, that's got me feeling grrreat!"

Toby pulled his face out of Drakes crotch to say "My pleasure, sir" and went back to work.

Drake’s hips began to thrust back and for to match the rhythm of Toby’s mouth. Toby had since free himself from his own jeans and began to work. Drake massaged the back of Jansen’s neck and looked direct into his eyes.

"Look down there." Jansen glanced down. "Ya, go on look. Look at this farm hand working me over, slurping me up. You like that. You like watching me getting a shine and polish?"

"Ya," Jansen said nodding, meeting Drakes eyes again.

"You like it so much, work yourself off to it." Drake commanded.

Jansen complied, working over the tree trunk he had in his hand.

"Ya, that’s it. Ohh, look at that. Look at that muscle working on that arm." Drake gave it a squeeze. "Ya, farm hand – work me over, work me good" Drake said to Toby.

"I want to work you off." Toby said taking a slight breather. He licked on his thumb and ran it over Drake’s head, then went back to work.

Drake grabbed the back of Jansen’s neck licked his face. "Aw, fuck" he said increasing the rhythm of his thrusts.

Jansen pumped himself with a fury. He could feel himself growing stiffer and stiffer. He looked into Drake’s coconut brown eyes and the intensity he saw in them made him even harder. "I’m going blow" he stated.

Drake clasp his hand on the back of his neck and pulled Jansen’s face to him, kissing him as Jansen burst forth in his own hand, crying out into drakes mouth.

Moment’s later Drake had pulled himself out of Toby’s mouth and showered his shoulders and back.

"I guess I’m left." Toby stated, laying back on the floor. He put one hand behind his head and the other worked himself over with vigor. At the moment of climax he arched himself back on his head and toes, spraying onto the still standing Drake and Jansen.

Drake’s rag came in handy right then and there.

The Three Diamond

By the time that Saturday rolled around Jansen was feeling and looking much better. He shoulder was still a bit tender and sore. Some from bruise and some from the harder work that he had done over the past couple of days. On his way into town that Friday with J. he and she stopped off to Diffie’s Western Wear so that she could pick up a pair of boots that she was having resoled. Jansen had picked out for himself a nice black shirt with tan yokes that had two eagles embroidered onto each breast and a big eagle embroidered on the back. He thought that the color of the yokes brought out his eyes and he hoped that Dwayne would notice as well.

At 6:30pm on the dot Dwayne showed up to take Jansen to eat. They went to eat at Spokes and then off to the Three Diamond to go dancing. Jansen was pretty excited. He had ventured into a gay bar once or twice while he was in Kentucky, but they were mainly places that had loud pulsing house music or were darker seedy places that men went to for cruising purposes. Jansen had met a guy the first time that he went to the cruising bar and kissed and touched him a bit out in his car, but hadn’t done nearly as much as he had done with Drake and Toby in the past couple of weeks. He had never before been to a country bar that was also a GAY bar.

As Dwayne pulled up to the low wood frame building decorated with large bulb Mexican pepper lights, and it parking lot with a mixture of tumbleweeds, cacti, pick up trucks, Saturns, Volvos, Hondas, and other makes of cars and SUVs – some of them sporting rainbow decoration of some sort, Jansen felt his heart leap. He had been two-stepping with a number of ladies in his time, even dated some of them, too, but now he was going to be dancing with a man. And Dwayne being that man at that. Jansen looked over at him. He had such a kind face and yet there was something behind it. Something that Rickett saw that he didn’t. What was that? That thought fleeted out of Jansen’s mind as they walked into the bar. Though he did not mean to, instinct from his previous life made him drop Dwayne’s hand which he was holding as they entered the bar.

To one side of them was pool tables; Three of them. Next to those were a couple pin ball machines, the dart boards and a wooden door with three diamond glass windows.

"That’s where they do the kareokee." Dwayne said.

To the other side was the coat check and past that a huge bar set into the center of the floor with three or four bartenders running around working the customers. One was a cute little blond girl who had on a leather vest and white bostier and black cowboy hat. There was a fella who had the same colored hat and vest, but minus any shirt at all, and the vest was open to expose a slim, undefined chest that was covered with peach fuzz brownish hair. The main had a horseshoe style mustache and dark brown eyes. Jansen thought that he was quite handsome. The other two bartender’s; both men, were blondes and they had on denim shirts that had the name Three Diamond Bar on the breast and in back had the bars logo of three interlocking Diamonds in rainbow colors. Underneath read the bar's slogan – "The gem of Texas".

Dwayne sauntered over to the bar and gave the horseshoe mustached man a howdy and a quick kiss. Jansen felt a little stab of jealousy at this, but checked it knowing his own activities of the past few days. After all he and Dwayne were just dating. They weren’t declared boyfriends or anything.

Dwayne put his hand on Jansen’s shoulder and shouted, "This is Buck! Buck this hears my date, Jansen."

"Howdy" Buck said extending his hand, when Jansen took it Buck pulled him forward by the hand and gave him a quick kiss as well. Jansen was a bit taken a back by this, so the kiss was awkward and the two men bumped lips a little harder then intended.

"Sorry." Jansen responded. Buck just waived his hand at Jansen in a don’t mention it kind of way.

"This you’re first time here?"

Jansen nodded.

"Well, let me buy you a drink. What’ll you have.

"Rum and Coke"

"Just coke for you, Dwayne?"

"Aw, I think since he’s drinking I’ll start my night with a bang. Give me a shot of SOCO and a coke back. – neat now."

"I know" Buck replied.

"He’s the manager" Dwayne stated as Buck when off to mix the drinks.

Jansen nodded and looked around the bar. Behind the bar was a bar stand with and windows that looked out onto the local Texas horizon. Looking to his right he could see a rather large dance floor filled with couples twirling around to the sound of The Texas Runners, a live band that had a pretty good fiddle player. She was a woman who was short with dark skin and short curly hair. She sure could fire it up, Jansen thought. Behind the stage where the band was performing was a huge mural of a Texas prairie, complete with cowboys on horseback and cattle. All around the bar were license plates, some with numbers and some with expressions, Jansen noticed one that said GWM CWBY. He smiled to himself.

Buck came back with the drinks, one of them being an extra shot. He held it up in his hand and said to Jansen. "May your first time here, not be your last." The three men clinked glasses and drank. Jansen was a little stunned at the way that Dwayne downed he SOCO in one gulp chasing it with the coke.

"Don’t worry." He said to Jansen. "This is my one for the night. I know I’m driving." He turned to the bar and laid down a five dollar bill on the counter as a tip.

"Thanks" Buck responded as he went off to help other patrons.

"Wanna dance?" Dwayne asked Jansen.

"Sure" Jansen replied and the walked off to the dance floor.

The Dance Floor

J. took her cowgirl hat off and wiped her brow with one of the many hankies that she collected. They were her special dance hankies. Ones that she used for specifically for when she went out and for nothing else. They were made of differing designs, some had mountianscapes on them, some were a Native American style, and some were of horses. One of J.’s favorite animals. On a horse she felt complete, whole and away from the word. Funny people said that one got on their high horse to get above everyone else – for J. it was to get away from everyone else.

Tonight’s particular pattern was an Aztec style. It was blue with white/sand and red color diamonds with a black border. She really thought that it was pretty. One that she had picked up many years ago when she was in San Diego, it reminder her of palm treed highway that she had seen riding in form the airport and gaslight district with all it’s restaurants. Any kind of food that one would want. San Diego made her feel like she could escape everyone as well.

She took the handkerchief and started to wipe out her hat’s sweatband. It was a brown Bailey outback hat, felt and often made her head hot. At the end of most evenings wearing it her hair had been as damp as when she’d first gotten out of the shower before coming to dance.

"Nice hat" said a voice over the din of the crowd.

"Thanks." J. Replied not looking up at the voice. She had learned that when she did not want to give the person the idea that she was interested in them that it was best not to meet eye contact. She had trained her voice to ensure that words came out with none of the irritation that she felt when someone hit on her and now the tone was automatic. This way she appeared more aloof and just less interesting than if she made eye contact and appeared haughty or put-offish or worse – a bitch. While she did not want companionship, she did want dance partners and being thought of as the bar’s bitch was the sure fire second way to make sure she had none. The other way was to be an incompetent dancer – especially a lead.

"I like that handkerchief, too."

"Thanks again." J. responded. She could sense that this person was going to be a little persistent. No matter she’d chase ‘em off like the others.

"Having a good night?"

"Yup" J. nodded, wrestling that urge to tell the person "Look I ain’t interested – If you want to dance, let’s hit the floor. If you looking for anything else; hit the floor."

"You want to dance?" The voice asked.

J. knew this angle, too. Dance with them and they loosen up. She knew that it was rude to refuse someone to dance unless you were physically unable to dance (and she had danced with a few who asked and fit that description as drunk as they were). But this was an easy way out as well. She’d dance with them, but not engage in any conversation; not start any conversation and not do anything, but give monosyllabic answers to their questions. When the dance was over, thank them properly and then walk off the floor.

J. turned to accept and flinched at who she saw standing in front of her. "Lead or follow?" Tracy said.

J. was speechless. She could feel her face getting hot. Wiping her hand on her jeans she said, "follow."

Tracy took J.’s hand and lead her to the dance floor. J. could tell that the action wasn’t a move by Tracy, but more of a courtesy to ensure that they weren’t separated as they made their way through the crowd. She held J.’s hand loosely, holding on with just the tip of her fingers, but J. felt the tingle and head of that touch rise up her arm.

As they got to the floor J. felt more tingles as Tracy put her arm around J’s waist while Wynonna kicked up with "What the world needs now". Tracy was a good dancer, a great lead, a lead that J. would have been happy to dance with again and again had she not been feeling the queasiness in her stomach and the blood rushing up into her head. She began to feel sweat start to moisten her body on her back and other places.

In the second turn Tracy pulled J. closer to her to use their momentum to complete the turn. J. swallowed hard as she and Tracy twirled around the floor, bodies and legs entwined with each other the softness of Tracy’s chest against her own and J. knew that she had to do something to keep her mind of reaction that she was having to the woman who was holding her.

"I haven’t seen ya here before."

"Yeah, I usually go dancing in Brady"

"What brings you here?"

Tracy turned to J. and looked her in the eye. J. hadn’t noticed how green they were the first time that she had been talking with her. They were like grass that she saw in the springtime in Texas.

"Wanted to try something different." Tracy responded.

"You’re a good dancer."

"You too." J. responded.

Tracy moved across the floor with great strides and knew quite a few moves; one where she put J. into and outside turn and then passed behind her back, by placing her hand on J.’s back to guide her. The muscles in J. back jumped at that touch.

As the song came to an end J. broke from Tracy, tipped her hat, thanked her and then walked off the floor bumping into a few members of the crowd. Tracy stared after her staying on the floor for a minute watching J. go. She thought about following her then and there, but before she could move she was asked to dance herself.

Back at by the Bar

Jansen really enjoyed the twirling around the floor with Dwayne. He was a good lead and knew a lot of the fancier steps. Sometimes Jansen missteped, but Dwayne just laughed and took hold of his hands a little stronger to guide him. Jansen really like that. He enjoyed even more when they were dancing face to face and he could feel the muscles in Dwayne's back and his thigh brushing up against him every now and then. Even better he enjoyed when they spun. Dwayne pulled him close and held onto him tight and he could feel his body pressed up against him. More than once he had to think of cattle to keep from embarrassing himself with Dwayne.

When the song was over Jansen and Dwayne headed back to the bar where Buck was ready with two more drinks for them.

"Whatdaya think so far?" Buck said.

"Nice" Jansen responded

"Sure is." Buck said with a wink and walked off.

As Jansen looked off to the crowd that was making the rounds of the floor he saw a blonde lady and an Alan Jackson looking fella go past the close side of the dance floor.

"Is that Dixie?" Jansen asked.

"Yup."

"They come here."

"Sure."

Dwayne turned to Jansen and gave a sly smile to him. "We don’t discriminate."

"oh – w- w- well –" Jansen started to stutter.

Dwyane took his hands in his and Jansen warmed to his touch. "There is another bar that’s a straight bar up in Granger. Some of us even go up there. Dixie and Tom love to dance. It doesn’t matter where." He laughed "except for where maybe the good bands go. They hit all the bars as well. That’s the thing about country folk I think. We all like to have a good time, everything else is secondary and of course it’s a pay check to them. You’re innocence is kind of cute you know."

Jansen blushed and averted his eyes to keep from blushing more.

Dwayne squeezed his hands and then pulled Jansen toward him leaning his face down. Jansen could feel Dwayne’s breath exhaling onto his lips a moment before their softness touched his own. Dwayne slid his Jansen’s hands around his own waist as his slid his tongue into meet Jansen’s.

Jansen’s body rose into Dwyane’s and the kissed for a long moment before breaking apart.

Dwayne’s chestnut brown eyes stared into Jansen’s and he kissed him again quickly and tenderly on the lips and cheek, slipping his hand around Jansen’s waist.

"You’re quite a fella." Dwyane said.

"You boys seem to be enjoying yourself." Dixie broke into their conversation.

"Howdy, Jansen" she said.

Tom stepped forward and shook Jansen’s hand.

"What do you think?" Dixie asked.

"I really like it. I was telling Dwayne that I’ve been to country bars before, but never a – … one like this."

"It’s a gay bar honey, we know. Don’t be afraid to say it. You aren’t telling us anything shocking."

For the next few moments they made idle chit-chat among the four of them. Jansen adding that he was getting on just fine at the Capitol Star and Dixie asking Dwayne about upcoming shows at her place and her looking to hire some more girl performers.

"I’d thought about maybe seeing the Dixie Chicks come out, they out to be cheap now." She added. "But if they play you don’t know if people would come out to listen to the music or burn the place down."

Tom talked about a beautiful new red roan and Appaloosa that he just bought. "The roan has a nice stripe down her face and more white hair mixed in with her than you’d expect. She’s about 16.1 hand high. I hope to make her into a cutting horse."

You should come out sometime and watch the cutting." Tom said. "It’s quite an event seeing horses that are that smart. They just know before you do which way to turn."

"As a matter of fact," Dixie added "we’re hosting a barrel and flag racing competition on the 15th. If you all are free you should come on out and see it. We could also rent ya some horses to take out on a ride. You know trail riding is one of the most romantic things that you can do with a partner." She turned to Dwayne and put her hand on his arm.

"Good to have you back on the team."

Jansen could feel Dwayne’s arm tense on his back and his face went stiff.

Dixie smiled at both of them and walked off.

"What was that about?" Jansen asked puzzled.

Dwayne turned to look at Jansen. His face blank. He looked at his eyes and something crossed in them; hurt/doubt/disappointment. Jansen started to feel that this wasn’t going to be such a good evening after all.

Dwayne took a deep breath, "There’s something that I really need to tell ya, Jansen."

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"J. are you just going to avoid it for the rest of you life?"

Jansen felt twisted inside. He wanted to be honest, but should he really tell Dwayne?

"I take it from the look on your face, Maverick hadn't filled you in on that part of his history?"

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