Mabon

 This fall equinox festival was Lance’s first Mabon on the land. It was also his first time hooking up with Vince.

Festivals were a special time on the land. The normally exclusive male space opened to all genders to open the land and its people to special changes to mark the seasons. Of course, it was still an 18 and older space. Because children are ugly little monsters whose parents usually use them as excuses to kill their own life in efforts to become living ghosts of the children’s future. And because the open-surveillance concept did not allow minors to sign away marketing rights of their recorded image.

There were cameras in all the public spaces where anyone could pay to watch online, but also there were private spaces for the permanent residents. Lance had been honored for his service to the land with a private tiny-home. This was a cozy one-room building that had a beautiful bed, large windows that could be set to tinted or clear, and a solar panel roof that allowed for temperature control of the room along with surplus electricity for personal use. The deal for residents was to work for rent, or pay one half of whatever earnings they made to the community as rent. Some men used all their electricity, and purchased additional batteries for all the online work they did from their homes; some operated drones all over the world that did all kinds of work from the comfort of their secluded home that was still a part of an amazing public for profit community of sober people who knew how to have all the wild fun without any of the wild hangovers.

Mabon was the heart of fall: from sunrise Sept 20th to sunset Sept 22nd. Lance could feel the changes in the air as he woke up with the sun on the morning of the 20th. He gathered the jagged rocks he’d ritualistically scattered around his bed the night before; put them in a container under his altar to the Earth God. Then he went to check the batteries at the side of his house. There were three and the recommendation was to have at least one and a half charged at all times. Lance had two fully charged and one charged to ¾; a result of hardly ever being at his home and hardly ever using the AC. He took the fully charged ones to exchange them for uncharged batteries at Warren’s Hearth. 

Jackalope Ranch was a marvel of modern industry. All the private road from the public road to the community was topped with solar panels that would soon be melting snow to keep the road clear. All year long it charged EV batteries to be bought and shipped all over the country. The ElectricVehicle revolution was when every vehicle, no matter the make or model, would use the same small, powerful, easily changeable batteries. Some larger trucks took up to six batteries, though most did just fine with one or two. Service stations, formerly gas stations, sold snacks right alongside full-power batteries. These same batteries powered the tiny homes, along with just about everything else on Jackalope Ranch. About half of Jackalope’s profits came from the sale of EV batteries. It was the half that got donated to LGBTQ activists all over the world; the other half was more than enough for both community maintenance and improvements. 

Lance dropped off the two full-charge and picked up two uncharged. They were small enough to hold both in a single hand. He pocketed the uncharged batteries and joined Keith who he saw at the back of the breakfast line. 

“Hey Keith! Happy Mabon!”

“Blessed be, my friend! How are you? How’s life as a resident?” They hugged a warm greeting. 

“Good! Good, thanks. How’s life in Denver? How’s Buster?”

“Oh, Denver is still just a gross collection of cookie cutter houses with the most boring people filling them up with their extremely boring children. Buster is good! He just turned 20. Wish I could have brought him to see you!” There were no dogs allowed on the land, not even the adorably ancient chihuahua called Buster. 

“Oh I bet that dog still has another 20 years left in him.”

“Gods, I hope so! I don’t know what I’ll do when he passes away.”

Lance had started to earn a bit with the sex shows that resulted from any sex in public space. It was a great business concept: people had natural, romantic fun in ways that resulted in all different types of video for all different types of processing. He made a mental note to send Keith a coupon to adopt a puppy this Yule, whether or not Buster was still alive.

They had a delicious breakfast together. Keith had German pancakes; Lance had fruit salad, along with grits and cheese. Lance insisted on taking all the dishes afterwards to the dishpit and gave Keith a warm goodbye. 

He then strapped the large basket to his back that had the rabbit’s salad for NorthEast Warren and hiked to the warren; connecting the uncharged batteries to his tiny home on the way to NorthEast. 

All the rabbits were free-range, but they knew where to get fed. The ones who usually hung around NorthEast were mostly familiar to Lance by now and they jumped for joy at the sight of him with their morning meal.

Lance looked for Keith after he dropped the empty basket off at Warren’s Hearth, but Keith had moved on somewhere, probably to set up his tent in a good spot before the rest of the visitors took all the good spots. 

Lance was horny and wondering if any of his fuck buddies were looking to fuck. He loved that about the land: no messaging jerks and catfish online who couldn’t be bothered to make or keep any plans, just in person encounters that were just as fun if by chance or by plan.

The public bathhouse was not a place to douche. But in the opposite direction, there was a row of private showers about a 25 minute hike away that had large drains and easy to clean douche nozzle attachments. Running water was the one thing these rural New Mexico mountains didn’t have in abundance, but there were wells on the land and piping that always made the most of water. These public showers all drained to a flat area where the water dried pretty fast. The gullies that lead to that area were lined with willow trees who loved the dirty gray water. The nontoxic body wash in the showers was no harm to the land or the trees.

After a visit there, Lance was ready to be a hungry cumslut for anyone cute who gave him a wink. He’d wasted enough of his childhood being so afraid to not give cute people too much attention. Now, he had no problem being assertively flirty to whoever he was interested in. Maybe he wasn’t the kindest at shutting down unrequited lust, but avoiding conflict moderation was good enough for him. He didn’t need to be everyone’s best friend, but he still really enjoyed being good friends with good benefits with these healthy, slutty men who responsibly monitored their health and their medication intake. 

He didn’t have anymore animal husbandry duty until just before sunset, so he wandered between the public building enjoying watching all the people who moved about their business. Some stopped to stare at Lance’s bare chest and well-fitting shorts, but none who interested Lance. 

Then he made his way to the greenhouse with the primary crop of spearmint. He was going to just meditate within the aroma therapy the space offered, but he was happy to see Vince relaxing on one of the day beds between the rows of plants. He’d seen Vince briefly before at meals and meetings, but hadn’t really got a chance to say more than hello. There was Vince with his sketchbook doing a detailed colored pencil sketch of one of the plants in front of him.

Vince had auburn curls that fell well below his pale, muscular shoulders. He was just wearing a blue tank top and some well-worn purple briefs. Lance decided it was worth the risk of being annoying to disturb the art work he was obviously enthralled with. He sat down on the edge of the plastic-leather umber-colored daybed.

“How’s the sketch coming?”

Vince looked up and smiled, “It’s coming…” He turned the sketchbook for the drawing to face Lance. “What do you think of it?”

Its detail was stunning and its colors vibrant. “Wow! I love it!” Then Lance decided to push his luck and looked up from the sketch book to look into Vince’s beautiful blue eyes, “It’s almost as beautiful as the artist who drew it.”

Vince laughed. He put down his sketchbook and pencils down on the floor under the bed. Then he turned and sat cross-legged facing Lance. “Yea, you really think so?”

Lance scooted closer to the ginger Adonis, “Oh yeah, I’ve always thought so.” He put a questioning hand on Vince’s knee. Vince ran his left hand through his hair to leave it all hanging down off his right shoulder. Then he leaned in and started kissing Lance’s neck. Lance all but melted with pleasure.

They broke just long enough to shimmy out of their clothes, then got back to passionately making out. Vince’s soft lips knew just how to move. His tongue playfully entangled with Lance’s. Both men were rock-hard. 

“Can I ride you?” Lance asked 

“Fuck yea you can” Vince lay on his back and got a handful of lube from the dispenser that was conveniently placed next to the public bed. He lubed himself up before he watched Lance’s hot twink body mount him. Lance grabbed some lube from the dispenser and lubed up his crack between his smooth bubble butt. 

Both men moaned with pleasure as Vince’s hard cock slid inside Lance’s tight hole. Lance leaned back and slowly gyrated. Then forward to kiss Vince’s hungry mouth.

Vince’s strong hands grabbed Lances’ ass and held him up a bit as he pounded hard. Lance’s moan was almost a scream as he loved every inch of Vince that was inside him. 

Then Vince slowly pulled out and told Lance to get on his back. Lance eagerly got on his back and threw his legs in the air; his hands behind his head as he loved the sight of Vince mounting him. Vince put Lance’s legs at his shoulders as he once again slid inside Lance’s clean hole.

He slowly fucked him at first then ramped up to faster and faster. Vince’s hands were tight around Lance’s waist as he emptied his load inside him. Lance came at the same time without even touching himself just from the joy of holding on to Vince’s beautiful body as it tightened with the ecstasy of being inside him.