When they graduated from high school in 1962, best friends and secret lovers Jim McCutcheon and Ronnie Mayer had high expectations for the rest of their lives. Six years later, both are back in the small Nebraska town they called home, and worse, no longer together.<br><br>Once the golden boy, Jim now works on his grandfather's farm, away from the town's disappointment he didn't end up at NASA. Ronnie lives in his parents' basement, recovering from the blast that sent him home from Vietnam. Neither is where they want to be, but it takes a special request from Ronnie's mom for Jim to swallow his pride and visit.<br><br>Though it doesn't go well, it opens the door for the two young men to start communicating. One question haunts them, though. Have they changed too much to find their way back to each other again?

Silences of Fallen Stars

“That’s because that’s the hand you always jerk off with,” Ronnie had teased him the first time they got a good look at each other.


Jim had been fourteen and just gullible enough to spend the next six months using his left hand instead. But as far as he could tell, the damage was already done.


It jutted in that direction now, the tip bobbing against Ronnie’s hip with each caress he made along Jim’s balls. To distract himself, Jim began pulling at Ronnie’s length, using the water to keep it light and lazy. When he reached the head, he rubbed his palm over the slick slit, glad he wasn’t the only one dripping in anticipation.


“Wait, wait,” Ronnie said through his panting. He released Jim’s sac and pushed at his shoulders in an obvious attempt to get him to lay back. “I’ve been wanting to do this for years.”


Confused, Jim propped himself up on his elbows. Ronnie sprawled next to him at a right angle, grasped his cock at the base, and sucked the tip past his lips.


Chapter 26