A Second Chance

Chapter 13

By Tickie

©Tickie
Editor: Radio Rancher
Re-write Editor: Gerry Young

We arrived back at Buckaroo; both JC and I were stuffed and uncomfortable. So, we just lay back and buckled up in the recliners. Carl got us some sodas, as we'd already had too many mixed drinks. The flight back to Casper went well.

The remainder of JC's two-week visit was wonderful. We traveled to Yellowstone National Park in North Western Wyoming. We spent four days there, enjoying the sights of the natural wonders of the park, and those of each other. We still hadn't gotten to the point of total commitment. But we were getting closer; I could feel it. All too soon, JC had to return to work, as he wouldn't quit his job without proper notification, which he gave as he started his shift. I thought that was commendable of him, even thouth I hated to see him go. I knew it was only going to be for two weeks, but those two weeks were going to be pure unadulterated hell. I, along with Cowboy and his crew, took JC to Salt Lake City, Utah, to pick up the first flight of his new shift. Saying goodbye was so very hard, but we planned on staying in touch by phone, at his every stop, no matter what the time was, and we did. JC's shift ended in Houston, Texas, and we were waiting there for him.

I was sitting in the lounge, on Cowboy, not noticing the time, when JC came running into the cabin. I jumped up and ran to him with my arms open wide, and we hugged and kissed each other like it had been years since we were together. I told him, "This is the last time we'll be apart, forever and always."

"I agree, love," JC replied, with tears in his eyes; then he kissed me again, and again and again.

"Richard, take us home, will you please?" I asked.

"Yes, boss; wheels up in twenty minutes," Richard said with a huge smile.

Carl looked at the two of us and said, "Your room is all ready; why don't you two lovebirds go enjoy it?" He gave us an evil grin ... gesturing to the back of the plane.

I pulled away from JC, took his hand and pulled him to the master bedroom, then closed and locked the door for the first time. Then I started to remove his clothes and he started on me. "Oh, God, JC, I've missed you so very much!" I gazed into his deep, dark blue eyes. As I pulled the last of his clothes off him except for his white socks.

JC held his finger to my lips, saying, "Shhh, me, too." Then he pulled the last of my clothes off except for my white socks, and we got on the bed, on top of the bed linens; he wanted no confinement of such things to interfere with what we had in mind.

We kissed -- deep passionate kisses -- our tongues danced together again. We were feeling each other's mouths, oh, the soft, silky insides, sliding our tongues in deep, we sucked our tongues in and out, battling for access. Our chests were pressed together, and our cocks were grinding into each other. We were working our cocks harder and harder into each other's groins. We stroked each other's backs, played with each other's hair. I was about ready to come, and JC was moaning with deep sighs. Then with the mighty thrust of the engines pushing us ever so much tighter together as Cowboy raised off the ground, suspended in air, so were we, and we both climaxed with the feeling of the thrust.

It couldn't have been the absence of making love for two weeks, could it? We both chuckled at the sensation Cowboy had provided. We just licked each other clean of our love juices. Then after a long time just lying together, cuddling, holding, and kissing each other, not saying more then two words, we separated and lay there facing each other and stared into each other's eyes. For us it seemed like speaking wasn't needed anymore. We just seemed to know what we needed or wanted. It was such a wonderful feeling.

We got up and headed for the shower. Of course, we took one together, then, not having a lot of time, we dressed and headed back to the main cabin. We found the rest of the crew there, all grinning like proverbial Cheshire cats.

With a little snicker, Carl was the first to speak. "The lovebirds are back." He had an evil little grin on his face.

Clyde laughingly said, "Oh, yes, you can see it all over their faces." He pointed at JC.

JC reached up to feel his face, thinking, 'Did I miss something?' He was scared he might have missed something, and said, "There's nothing on my face, is there?"

I started laughing, knowing Clyde was pulling his leg. "You're such a kidder, Clyde; you got him to feeling his face."

JC began to laugh over the joke, "You just watch it, Clyde; I'll get you back for this." He broke into an even bigger laugh.

We landed in Casper and went back to the ranch. I had talked to Greg again about the progress on turning the ranch into a working outfit. He had already had several bids on the construction parts, and he was still looking for a foreman or manager for us. I talked with him about the possibilities of having JC run it. Greg thought it would be great if he wanted to do it. I was going to talk to JC when the time was right.

It was evening, and the flight and dinner were behind us. JC and I were sitting in the living room alone; yes, the house was empty except for the two of us.

"I have something I would like to talk to you about, JC."

JC grinned, saying, "What is it, Hon?"

"I've been looking into the possibility of turning this place into a working ranch; did you know that?" I wanted to know if he had heard anything about it.

Wondering what was on my mind, he simply said, "I had heard some of the others talking about it, yes!"

I continued, "We have several bids on the construction of a bunk house and kitchen building; cowhands are not hard to come by, and we need a good foreman or manager. Do you know anyone who might like a job like that?"

JC thought for a few minutes, then said, "I only know of one young man that lives on a working ranch, but he is only nineteen or twenty."

I looked a JC for a few seconds, then said, "That's not exactly what I had on my mind; I was thinking more on the lines of you taking the job, as a manager, not a foreman. Maybe your young man could work for you?"

JC said quickly, "Oh, Charlie, you would trust me with that? I don't know diddly-shit about a ranch!" He laughed and then said, "Sorry, Hon, that didn't come out right."

"It's ok, I was just wondering; nothing but ideas right now." I wondered who this young man was; 'Is it someone from his past; an old lover? Don't go there,' I told myself. Then I asked. "By the way, who is this young man you're talking about?"

JC said in a matter of fact tone, "Michael Hendricks; he was someone I met on a flight and dumped a cup of coffee on him." He began laughing, as he remembered the event.

"What's so funny?" I asked, as the laughter was catchy and I began to laugh with him.

JC smiled and said, "I spilled a cup of coffee in his lap on a flight and he got burned and needed some minor first aid."

"How minor was it?" I was smiling and laughing at the same time now.

JC continued, "Well, I took him into the restroom onboard, and put some ointment on his thigh, I was lucky it spilled on there and not in his crotch."

I couldn't help from smiling at him now, and said, "Oh! That would have been funny."

JC grinned and said, "Well, now it is, but then, all I could think of was me loosing my job, and the airline getting sued."

I just said, "Well, was that it?" I still didn't know how he knew so much.

JC seemed to be more relaxed, continuing, "Well, for the flight, yes; he gave me his e-mail address and phone number; he lived on a ranch just outside of Tempe, Aarizona. He was only sixteen at the time; I e-mailed him a few weeks later wanting to know how he was doing. He replied to my e-mail and asked me to come out to the ranch for dinner. Then, with his folks approval, I accepted."

I calmly said, "Sounds like you had made a friend of him?"

"Yes, Charlie, he is a friend, and always will be. But that's as far as it went. The boy's gay, also, and was having a rough time. I became his mentor, but nothing more. Not to say he didn't try, because he DID try, many times, to get in my pants, but I'm not turned on by younger guys -- I love'em older." JC said, then looked at me with a sexy grin on his face. "But you already know that!"

"I wasn't worried, love," I replied with a warm tender smile.

JC was still looking at me with a sincere look of love in his eyes, when he said, "Well, I just wanted you to know up front about Mike and me."

I said, "Please, love, I'm not the least bit concerned about Mike and you. Please believe me."

JC said, "I'm not worried, love; but as far as I know, he was going to college at the University of Arizona, studying agriculture and ranching. The last I heard he was graduating this spring."

I said, reassuring JC, "Sounds like he might be the kind of young man we could use." 'If JC thinks he's the man for the job, then it's going to be his.'

"Well, there's only ONE problem I can think of, and that is, whether or not he is planning on taking over THEIR ranch," JC said with a concerned look.

"Why don't you call him and ask? Do you think it's too late tonight?" I was interested in meeting this young man.

"No; probably not. They're in the same time zone; let me go call him. I'll be right back, Hon," JC stated as he left the room.

JC <><><><>

I went back to the extra office, which, at one time, had been James', and sat down. I fumbled through my wallet looking for Mike's phone number, then I found it. I placed the call and waited for the answer?

"Hello." It was his mother!

"Hello, there; this is JC; is Mike home?"

"Hello, JC, it's been a long time; how are you?" she asked.

"I'm just great. I'm living in Casper, Wyoming, now!" I answered.

"Oh, my, what a move; are you still working for Delta?" she asked.

"No, to be honest I gave notice a few weeks ago." Not wanting to go further until I had a chance to talk with Mike.

"Well, let me get Mike for you, and we can chat later if you have time?" She said sweetly.

"Sure," I replied.

I waited only a minute or so, and then Mike came on the phone, saying, "Hello, JC, where you been? I was looking for you a few weeks ago."

"I'm doing great bud. Are you where you can talk in private?" I asked.

"I can be, hold on for a bit; I'll be right back." I heard a click and then silence for what seemed like five minutes, but really wasn't.

Mike said, "Ok, I'm back; I transferred the call to my own phone, and here is the number." Then he gave me his private phone number.

"Thanks, I'll need that, but the reason I am calling is that I may have a wonderful job for you... if you're interested?" 'I was hoping he would say 'yes.'

"Well, yes, but I'm still in school until June; after that... sure! What kind of a job is it?" Mike asked with a chuckle I could hear.

"Well, can you get away for a few days this week? Then we can talk more about it," I said.

"Maybe; what's going on, JC?" Mike asked again.

I began by saying, "Well, it's a long story, but I've found my true love."

He interrupted me in mid sentence by saying, "Oh my! Who is it?" Mike shouted into the phone!

"Hold on a sec. Let me finish, ok? Anyway, back to the story ... His name is Charles Lambert, and, yes, he's my man; he owns a billion-dollar company and also a ten thousand-acre ranch in Casper, Wyoming. He wants to turn it into a working cattle ranch. Does that sound like something you'd like to do?" I asked with excitement in my voice.

Mike thought, 'Don't toy with me, please,' then said, "Maybe, depending on what he wants of me."

I continued saying, "Well, can you get away? And come up for a few days? Don't worry about how to get here; if you can get to the Phoenix airport, General Aviation Terminal, we'll have a plane come get you, I think; I'll have to check with him first, though. But before I do, I want to know when and if you want to come up?"

"Sure, I can make it a point to get away, but, JC, do I have a chance at it? This sounds nice, but is it, really?" Mike asked with a question in his voice.

"There are lots of things in the air over this new ranch idea, and the buildings are out on bid now; we're looking for a foreman/manager, or manager and a foreman as two different folks. Don't know yet, but I've told him about you... ALL about you," I said, with truth in my voice.

"You told him about me... all of it?... even about my being gay? Why would you do that?" Mike seemed upset with those questions.

I knew I had to answer him truthfully and said, "Yes, Mike, I keep no secrets from Charlie; he's my lover, and we're soon to be committed to each other. Have you told your folks about you being gay yet?"

"Well, yes, about six months ago," Mike said with relief in his voice.

"How'd they take it?" I asked.

"Well, they kind of already knew about it, as mom found some of my DVD's in my room one day. But she never told me or dad about it," Mike stammered, then chuckled.

I simply said, "That was nice of her. So she waited for you to tell them?"

Mike continued, "Yes, she was very accepting. All that time I was so scared, but with no reason, except for dad, and believe it or not, he understood."

"Well, Mike, I'd love to chat all night but I do have to go. Can you call me back at this number?" I gave him the house number "... when you know when you can come up?"

"Sure, will do" Mike answered.

"One other thing, Mike; what were your plans before I asked you this question?" 'God, I should've asked that question first ... dummy.'

"JC, I really hadn't thought about it. I guess... work here at the ranch with mom and dad, but other than that... nothing," Mike said with a sigh.

"Do your folks need you there, 'cause if they do, I don't want you running off on them. Maybe you should talk it over with them, too?" I suggested.

"I will, JC, but I don't think they'd stop me. This place is not that big that it would take us all to run. But I will talk to them," Mike assured me.

"Ok, Mike; take care, and please let me know in the next few days?" I again said.

Mike said, "JC, I'll call you tomorrow; is that ok?"

"Sure, Mike, that's fine." I said, knowing that he would call.

We hung up and I went back into the living room where Charlie was reading a book.

Charlie <><><><>

JC came back into the room with a smile on his face. He walked over and sat down beside me, He leaned over and kissed me, but he didn't say a word, so I looked into his eyes and asked, "Well, what did he have to say?"

JC simply said with a sly grin, "He seems interested, and I think he wants it, but there are a few loose ends he wants to talk to his parents about."

I asked him, "What do you think of him, love? Your opinion and judgment are important to me, and always will be."

"Personally, I think he'd be great. Mike said he'd call back tomorrow and let me know when he can come up and see us," JC said, as he looked over at me with those beautiful eyes.

I thought for a few minutes, then said, "Would you like to go meet him, or just have Greg go get him?"

"Would you go, too, love?" JC asked with a questioning look.

I answered quickly, "Of course, if you wanted me to."

JC paused for a second, then he replied, "Now that's a stupid question; I don't ever want to be away from you again."

I gave him a loving smile and said, "Neither do I, love; neither do I."

JC looked at me and said, "I was thinking that maybe it would be better for him, if Greg picked him up. It would be more impressive, don't you think?"

"Good plan, JC, that would give Greg some time with him, to see what he's like, and he can make his recommendation as well." Then I paused, thinking, 'Do I say this now or at some other time? Do I come out and just ask him, or do I do it subtle-like? Then I said, "Hon, don't take this the wrong way, but if you say he's ok, I'll hire him. Id just like for Greg to have a look. He's my right hand man ... and I hope that soon, he'll be yours, as well."

Surprised, JC asked, "What? What did you just say? Did I just hear something important, or was it just a slip of the tongue, love?"

I was shaking like a little boy on his first day at school. I said, "Yes! Justyn Case Andersen! I love you so much it hurts! Even thinking for an instant that we could be apart would kill me. So... would you accept my hand... and be my partner for the rest of our lives?" My heart was pounding so hard and loud. I thought that for sure he could hear it. I was scared, hoping he would say yes, thinking it could be no.

JC pulled me close, then he kissed me pulling me even tighter toward himself. I felt like we were one person; he just kept kissing me more and more, and then said, as he ran out of breath, "God, Oh, God, Yes, I will, my love!"

JC then got up, pulling me along, and headed for the bedroom. I felt like a slave on his way to the dungeon. When we arrived in the bedroom he began to remove my clothes. I reached out to remove his, but he stopped me. He had me completely undressed; I was naked and felt so exposed; he had removed everything, all jewelry, and even my sexy white socks. I wondered what he was up to. I asked, "What are you doing, love?" I had a strange but sexy feeling wash over me.

JC spoke saying, "I wanna just look at you with nothing on; I want to admire your body; I wanna behold you without sex. I hope you understand my love. I just wanna drink in your magnificent body; I want to study the man I love... without touching you." He was also thinking, 'This is truly a strange sensation I'm having; I've never felt anything like this before'.

I just said, "Ok, my love; what do you want me to do?" I'd never seen him looking like he was at this moment. The expression was one of total ecstasy... or even bewilderment.

JC simply asked, "Could you just stand there for a little while, and turn now and then?"

"Ok, love," I smiled at him, not knowing what was coming next. I continued, "Do you want a fashion show?" I kept smiling at him. This was turning me on so much my manhood was standing at attention. I mean REALLY standing; at my age, standing straight up was a feat in itself.

He to himself, 'God, Charlie's turning me on, just watching him with his hard cock; and so proud of him, my man, my love, and my true lover... standing in all his magnificent glory;' as he came back from his thoughts, he said, "Yes, please?"

I was really turned on! I wanted to run over and rip off his clothes, but I held back. Then he, ever so slowly, began removing his shirt. I spoke, saying, "About time; I was beginning to feel like I was in a freak show."

JC continued to remove his own clothes until he was just as naked as I was. Then he asked... "Oh, my love, you are no freak; you are a god, and I love you so very much." Then he told me, "Please, stretch out on the bed; I want you to just watch me, now."

I went over to the bed and lay down on it, watching JC parade around the room. It was so hot, and the scene in front of me was something I'll remember for the rest of my life. And if we didn't make love, it wouldn't matter to me; I just wanted him to lie down and snuggle with me.

JC came over to the bed and said, "Charlie, my love, can we just cuddle together tonight? I don't want to spoil this feeling with sex." He looked as if he was in heaven, and he didn't want making love to spoil it, he just wanted his love to hold him close.

I said with tears in my eyes, "We can do whatever you wish. I'm yours... forever... and ever... and ever!"

And then I thought... 'Thank you, James, for sending me your nephew.'

And I knew at that moment, that James was happy for JC and me.

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A Second Chance

Chapter 13

By Tickie