i admire my good ole chevy silverado - del rio.
yah, i know, i know, i named my truck. but i really do love this truck - del rio is 11yrs old,
127,593 miles on him,
and still going strong.
most dependable vehicle that i ever did own.
and most durable relationship that i've had with anything inanimate or, as far as that goes, anyone animate.
my good ole truck makes a quick trip of the 228 miles
of twisting mountain roads leading up to the cabin.
when i was just about to the top of the last ridge, i noticed an abandoned vehicle along the side of the road and not a soul in sight.
a
brand
new
shelby
gt500
mustang.
now WHO would be driving such a car out on these kinda roads?
wondering what this is all about, and figuring some city slicker got them self stranded, and always playing the good samaritan bit, i pulled off to the side of the road, prepared to rescue some lil damsel in distress.
car's all locked up. hhhmmmmm . . . while i was standing there pondering the situation, i heard someone a hollerin from a long way off. now if that is some lil damsel in distress then she has herself a bad case of laryngitis. looking around, at first i saw no one. then way up the road i see this guy running like all git out.
"hey . . . thanks for stopping man . . . i wasn't quite sure . . . what i was going to have to do . . . stuck out here . . . in the middle of no where like this."
"no prob bud. but you better take it a little easier up here at this altitude. running the way you were, you look about to give out." he was wringing wet with sweat so he takes his polo shirt off.
holy geezus, son of a god!!! now that is a six-pack that i could enjoy drinking off of all weekend long.
"appears that your transmission seal is shot. ya know, that car is a cute little piece of tin and i'm bettin that it gets ya round town real nice like but it sure ain't made for mountain climbing on these kinds of roads. man, how'd you get all the way out here anyway?"
"i thought i'd find a short cut through the mountains."
"guess you found out otherwise, eh? ain't no such thing as a short cut thru mountains like these here. the way these few roads snake around all these hills."
"that's for sure. i found that out the hard way. first i lost cell phone reception. then i got all turned around and lost my sense of direction. now i lost my transmission. looks like it'll be a lost weekend."
"nearest town is mills creek, about 57 miles back down the road. i can tow ya to my cabin just up there in them hills. got a hoist where i can at least patch your tranny up enough to get you on into town."
"well . . . i guess so. (he's looking all around and looking at me all sheepishly, kinda scared like. not quite sure what to do) do you have a phone there?"
"why sure i do. got a landline. don't worry yourself none . . . i don't bite . . . unless you want me too . . ."
"oh . . . well . . . if i could use your phone, that'd be great. i really appreciate all of your help. by the way, my name is nathan."
"well, glad to meet ya, nate. my name's darian. i'll go get my tow chain out of the back of del rio there and hook ya up." . . .
we pull into the cabin yard and up to the car barn and of course,
there's ole timber
with all the hair
standing up on her back.
just a snarlin and circlin
that lil car of nathan's.
poor guy.
he sure ain't no woodsman.
looks as white as a ghost.
"timber!!! settle down!!! this here is a friend in need. now go lie down!!!"
nathan cautiously climbs out of the car while i open the garage doors. timber eyes him from a distance til she realizes that all is alright. she sure enough is a great guard dog.
nate steps quickly into the garage and stares in awe of all that he saw. "man oh man, that's quite a collection of cars!!!"
"thanks man. i've restored all the antiques. it's one of my varied hobbies. the newer models are just for fun."
"you live all the way up here by yourself?"
"naw. i just come out here on a weekend every once in a while. it's always nice and quiet out here. don't get much company this high up. care for a smoke?"
"oh. no thank you. i don't smoke."
"suit yourself." but when i get the makins out of the cabinet and roll the joint, light it and take a drag, i motioned the joint in his direction and he willingly accepted.
"i thought you meant a cigarette. i do enjoy smoking pot. thanks a lot man."
"you're very welcome there nate. this here is some of last year's crop. it was a real good summer."
"you grew this?"
"yup. got a couple of clearings up here that get good sun. and like i said, don't get much company up here so i pretty much can do whatever i want." . . .
"well, i reckon i best get to lookin at your car. you get in and put it in neutral and steer it up on the ramp while i give ya a push" . . .
"i thought you meant that you were going to push my car with your truck. damn, i didn't realize you could push this car by yourself. you're really strong."
"it's all leverage, ya know. i've been a mech-head all my life. just used to using my brawn. besides, pushing your car with my truck, now i wouldn't want to put a scratch in your nice lil bumper or nothin. shouldn't take me long to patch her up. oh, here's the key to the front door. the phone's in the cabin, left of the front entry, over near the kitchen. go on help yourself" i notice that he stays a bit clear of ole timber who eyes him curiously but stays put. she is always a good judge of character . . .
"thanks for the use of your phone. i was able to get ahold of the guys and let them know the situation. that i'd be running a bit late . . . that is a really beautiful cabin."
"thanks. grandpa and me built this place when i was a teenager. he inheritated it to me when he passed on. i really love it out here."
"and i noticed all of the musical equipment that you have. are you in a band or something?"
"oh no. i just play for the fun of it. i learned keyboard when i was a kid. learned electric guitar and drums when i was a teenager. ya know, to be cool and all. bought the les paul electric for my 21st birthday. got some buddies that come out here and jam sometimes. but mostly i jest log on to you tube where i've hotlisted some of my most favorite bands and play along with their videos. it's a good time. i've just lately started learnin to play the fiddle."
"that's so cool. i play drums. twelve string guitar. and the violin."
"good deal. ya know what i learned? the violin and fiddle is the same instrument. just a different technique in playing. we'll have to play around some for a while."
"sure thing . . . so here you are out in the boonies like this living in a cabin that you and your grandpa built. you're a mechanic fixing my car. and you have a pet wolf, grow your own pot and are into playing music. you are quite the interesting character."
"oh nate. you don't know the half of it."
"i think that i'd like to find out that other half."
"well, that would take some time. i live my life by contrast and contradiction. always have. my thinking is a bit wayward. keeps things more entertainin that way . . . ya know bud. this here is takin a might longer than i expected. i have a buddy over in mills creek who has a auto supply shop, but he's most likely closed up all ready. i could run over there in the mornin and get what ya need to fix your car up right. if you'd like."
"man, i really don't want to impose like this."
"ain't no imposition. i was just going to be hangin round here for the weekend. taken each moment as it happens. and here you are a happenin. so you're welcome to stay the night out here and i'll get your car running right in the morning."
"i'm not very mechanically inclined but is there anything that i can do to help?"
"naw. i got it. thanks. but hey, i do have some groceries on the front seat of the truck. if ya don't mind taken them on into the kitchen."
"sure . . . i guess if i'm staying i'll take my pack into the cabin. would you mind if a took a shower and got cleaned up?"
"not a prob. extra towels are on the shelf in the bathroom." i watch him as he walks to the front door. hmmm, mighty nice house guest . . .
once that i had the tranny tore down and ready for the new parts tomorrow morning, i decided to call it a night, get some supper prepped and relax a bit. i stepped inside the front door, hearing the shower running, and noticed that nate had left the bathroom door open. "well now. i'll take that as a direct invite . . ." takes me about two seconds to strip down. i step thru the bathroom doorway and pause a moment to admire nate's naked bod thru the steamy shower door. when i pull the door open, nate looks a bit shocked but quickly flashes that easy smile of his. i step inside next to him saying "we gotta conserve the hot water ya know." and he laughs, kinda nervously.
he stares me up and down and says "man, clothes don't do you justice. you ARE really brawny - wwooooofff." and he starts soaping my back and shoulders. i reach around behind him, bending over, and slowly run the tip of my tongue from the small of his back all the way up his spine to his neck. he shudders slightly and whispers "and here you are a happenin."
"you got it nate. don't want ya feelin like it'll be a lost weekend . . .
happy friday to ya . . ."
i stand behind him with my arms wrapped around him, rubbing his pecs and great abs . . . kissing the back of his neck . . . running the tips of my fingers down his body . . . he relaxes into my embrace.
"darian, you feel sooo good. and to think that i was apprehensive about being stranded here with a character like you. couldn't have turned out any better." i move around in front of him, briefly look him in the eyes, then slowly press my lips to his . . .
i turn the water off, we towel each other off a little and walk into the bedroom. nate lays face down across my bed and starting at the back of his left ankle, i slowly run the tip of my tongue all the way up to his right earlobe. i collapse down on top of him in a tight bear hug and we wrestle around a bit . . .
(author's note: hey, i had to leave some things up to your creative imaginations. hahaha!!! build up, climax, exhale . . . if ya want to read the XXX version of this story, send me an emale to jake.robertson55@yahoo.com)
. . . i wrap my arms around him and we fall onto the bed again with me on top of him. spent. drained. give out. panting. feeling the trickles of sweat squashed between my chest and abs and his back. we lay there for i don't know how long, lost all track of time . . .
"let's get cleaned up again and get some supper to cookin."
after we showered again, i head on out to the kitchen and hear nate start laughing, "you cook in the nude?"
"oh, yah man. ya know, don't have any neighbors away out here. out here, i do everything in the nude. besides, house rule for everybody is: always nude. well, exceptin when my dad and mama comes to pay a visit. my mama gets a bit put out with all my antics. says she's a gonna keep prayin for me until i can learn to lead a more respectable life. i just tease her back sayin that all she wants is some grand-babies to fuss over."
so nate takes the towel that he has already wrapped around his waist and throws it up in the air. "well then, i'll join you. gotta obey that house rule" and he starts dancing thru the living room and around the kitchen in his raw while he's singing that old tv theme song "green acres is the place to be . . ."
"god damn nate. you are just too funny!!!" i grab the bong and load the bowl with some of this year's columbian gold and we get to flyin high . . .
"hey, while i slices up these here key limes, grab that bottle of cuervo gold tequila, the sea salt and some glasses out of that cabinet there and we'll do us some shooters."
i fix up the shot glasses and down the hatch, chased with salted limes. "well now, that tasted sooo good i say let's have another." . . .
and nate raises his second shot glass and fakes a drunk, sayin with a slur, "here's lookin at ya, naked." and we start to laughin so hard we were almost a fallen over . . .
i prep some prime rib for the grill and nate says, "seriously dude, you cook in the nude?"
"oh the secret is to cook nice and slow at a lower temp. but even then, the few splatters that do fly sorta make me tingle. feels all kinda intense. i might lose a few hairs now and again but i got plenty of hair to spare."
and nate just starts to laughin again in disbelief and says, "oh that's right. you are real good at doing things nice and slow and those few splatters here and there only adds to the intense joys!" and there we go to laughen again. what a comedian!!! . . .
i noticed that while we were eating our supper, out on the front stoop, that timber accepted some of nate's food when he offered her a bite. he fed her right out of his hand. she is always a good judge of character . . .
"what do ya say we go play some tunes? i want to introduce you to my all time favorite song by my all time favorite band!!!" and nate readily agrees. i set up my apple macbook air, logging onto youtube, plugging in the equipment, and with me on my les paul and nate on the drums we have us a good ole time playing along with:
kansas - carry on wayward son
http://youtu.be/CB17uWuBrL0
"damn, nate! you got yourself a real good singin voice."
"well, bud. you carry a pretty good tune yourself."
"i got the perfect song for us right now. it's an eagles tune from way back when called Hard Ache Tonight." and nate just takes off a laughin and a laughin. "well, that may be a slight misinterpretation of the title but it seems real appropriate for this evening." and i fire up the video and we laugh thru the whole song inserting the word hard. we're real mature like that, ya know:
eagles - heartache tonight
http://youtu.be/aRMlHRo7eAE
and then we head a lick right into:
joan jett and the blackhearts - i love rock n roll
http://youtu.be/M3T_xeoGES8
followed by:
stevie ray vaughn - voodoo chile
http://youtu.be/OEJh2FFUUoU
boston - don't look back
http://youtu.be/KiOqHLVxZvA
steely dan - reelin in the years
http://youtu.be/NKOq7-mNeaE
john mellankamp - authority song
http://youtu.be/wsEwK69LXjQ
"darey, i get the impression that you live by that song - except i doubt that authority wins much over you, eh? . . . hey man, thanks . . . for today. this all is so much more than i could have ever expected, actually it's all so unexpected. you are quite a guy!!! all of your contrasts and contradictions . . . they're real interesting, a lot of fun . . . but i'm about give out. i think i'm gonna crash for a while."
we fall asleep quickly, all snuggled up to each other, and sleep soundly all thru the night.
now me, i'm a early morning riser. i gently and quietly slip out from under the bedding and stand there for a few moments just a watchin nate sleep. what a sweet guy, looks just like a lil angel . . .
when nate staggers out of the bedroom, i'm sitting back in my recliner, reading, "mornin sleepy head."
"good morning dare, you big naked devilish hairy werewolf." and he crawls up in my lap, facing me, laying his head on my shoulder and nuzzles his face into my neck.
"coffee's made. i got a potato frittata warming in the oven for breakfast."
"is there anything you can't do?"
"well . . . let me see now . . . hmmm . . . i can't jump off of red ridge cliff without a hang glider." . . .
nate rides with me on the drive into mills creek and i pull on up to my buddy kevin's shop.
"dare, what the hell you doing out and about so early on a saturday morning."
"thought i'd take a break from my commune with nature. got a tranny to get fixed up. need some parts for a shelby gt500 mustang."
"you bought another car? you just can't stop yourself can you?"
"oh, the 'stang belongs to nate here. i'm just helping him out a bit."
kevin looks over at nate. "how'd you get all mixed up with a character like darian?"
"oh . . . that's a long story. more like an adventure. but darian has helped me out in more ways than one."
kevin smiles and winks at me. "dare . . . you sly dog you."
"i ain't no dog . . . i'm a wolf!!!"
"sure you are . . . a wolf in sheep's clothing." and he says to nate, "you better watch out for this one."
nate replies, "i'm not afraid of this big bad wolf anymore." and we all get a good laugh out of that one.
kevin says, "dare, sylvie's gonna be all put out with me if i don't invite you over for a visit. can y'all make it for dinner tonight?"
"now you just tell that sweet lil wife of yours that i'll have to take a rain check. i'm hoping to have some serious plans going on for this evening."
"i bet you are . . ." and he smiles at nate.
i ask kevin, "are y'all gonna be at jay and meagan's lil get-together next saturday?"
"sure are. never miss an evening with those good folks. always a good time."
"then you tell lil sylvie that i'll plant a big wet one on her there."
"i'm not tellin her that!!! she'll be all worked up and wet all week and wearin me out just a thinkin about you."
and we have a good ole laugh about all that. "see ya next saturday then."
while i'm putting the tranny back together, nate and me carry on a casual conversation, getting to know more about each other. teasing each other and enjoying some good laughs.
i ask nate. "you do know what FORD stands for, don't ya? . . . Fix Or Repair Daily."
"oh shut up!!!" and he playfully punches me on the shoulder. i stop my working and fake an injury.
"oh damn. i'm not going to be able to finish this repair job. probably take a couple of days to recuperate. damn, this is painful." and nate starts laughing his ass off but plays right along.
"geez. i'm so sorry man. i didn't know that you were so fragile. but don't you have to go back to work on monday?"
"a simple phone call will take care of all that. workman's comp, ya know."
"but i DO have to get back to the city. what am i going to do about my car?"
"you need to be thinkin about gettin yourself a chevy."
when i finished the repair, nate and me took the car out for a test drive. "well nate, seems good as new."
"sure does, . . . but you know . . . i don't have to be back until tomorrow evening. that leaves us some time . . . if you want . . ."
i just smile and say "oohhhhh yeah!!!" and nate turns that car around so fast that he left my head a spinnin and high-tailed it on back to the cabin were we proceeded to enjoy a
re-peat, re-verse, re-ciprocal, re-markable, re-bellious, re-flexive, re-ceptive, . . .
red-hot, red-blooded, red-handed, . . .
re-creational, re-invigorating, re-enactment session of some good ole fashioned man-sex.
(author's note: hey, like i said earlier, i had to leave some things up to your creative imaginations. hahaha!!! it's that whole "build up, climax, exhale" thang . . . turn your inner creativity loose and fill in the blanks by posting a comment with your ideas. this here is an interactive story . . .)
sunday after breakfast and an enjoyably delicious, leisurely 69 frolick, excentuating the "lick", we get nate's car packed up again for his trip back to the city. he says with this bad imitation of my drawl "you are sum kinda interestin character."
"nate! you just crack me up!!!"
"you know that at first i was very unsure as to what kind of a fix that i'd gotten myself into. but you sure do know how to put a guy at ease."
"well bud, re-flecting on the events of the past couple of days, you made it all real easy yourself."
we give each other a hug, well more of a long lingerin embrace . . . we say our thank-yous and good-byes and i tell him, "i'll hop into del rio and follow ya on over to the interstate just to make sure that you arrive safely."
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