Competition
This story from my first Long Division book revisits Tracy’s competitive nature as well as a recurring theme in which the boys wager to see who is on top when they have sex. With an emphasis on humor rather than the erotic, the grand prize of sex is mostly implied in this story. I had a gas imagining what sort of games these two would like to play.
This story is from Long Division Book I: Roy & Tracy
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They contain adult content and are for readers age 18 and older.
February 1968 — July 1968
Roy sat in his usual spot on the living room couch and pulled the coffee table closer. Tracy settled himself cross-legged on the floor opposite the bear and lifted the lid from the ornate wooden box. He selected two objects from within and hid them behind his back for a moment before presenting his closed fists to his opponent.
“This one,” said Roy, tapping the coyote’s left fist. Tracy turned the paw over and opened it to reveal a black marble chess pawn. “Damn!” said Roy.
Tracy grinned like a butcher’s domestic dog, “Oh yeah! I’m feeling good.” He handed Roy the chosen pawn and placed the white one from his other hand in position on his own side of the board.
“You haven’t won yet,” Roy informed the younger male.
“Think you have a chance?” Tracy said with a teasing, yet loving tone of voice.
“Of course. I’ve got experience on my side,” said Roy with confidence.
“I see,” said Tracy, “Maybe there ought to be a little more at stake.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Strip chess! It’s like strip poker, but it’s chess.”
“Do you know how long that’s going to take?”
Tracy considered the logistics of such a contest. “Well, maybe if we lost an article of clothing for each piece captured,” he suggested.
“Make it each piece other than a pawn. Anyway, I see you naked every night,” said the bear.
“I don’t plan on losing that many pieces before the end of the game,” said Tracy, “but if you still think you can win, let’s up the ante: winner gets to be on top, like when we went bowling.”
“You’re on!” said the bear with a cocky grin.
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“Knight takes bishop. Check,” said the coyote with a cocky grin.
“Oh, hell!” growled the already-nude bear. “I resign.”
“Yes!” cheered Tracy as he stood up. “A-hem! Not to rub it in, but…” The younger male tugged at the elastic waistband of his briefs, then released it with an audible snap. He gave his partner an exaggerated, toothy smile, “I told you so.”
“Yeah, yeah. Go ahead and get the oil out. I’ll put the set away.”
“Woo-hoo!” cheered the coyote with youthful glee as he skipped his way toward the bedroom.
- + +
Tracy popped the latches on the leather-bound case and opened it. “A backgammon set! Oh, I love it and I love you too, Big Bear.” The younger male leaned over to kiss his partner. “I know it’s not your favorite game, but will you play with me?”
“Of course,” said Roy, “I don’t expect you to play all by yourself.”
“Well, Lucy plays, but I’d much rather spend the time with you.”
Roy picked up the stack of white stones and began arranging them on the board. “You know,” he said with mischief in his eyes, “we need to break this new set in properly.”
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” asked Tracy.
“Haw! You know it!”
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The coyote blew on the dice and shook them in his paw. “Any last words?”
“Just roll already,” said Roy with less conviction than he felt at the start of the game, “Nobody rolls four sets of doubles in a row.”
The dice danced across the playing surface. Tracy leaped into the air, pumping his fists above his head, “Sixes! Oh yeah!”
Roy’s jaw dropped in disbelief. “You lucky dog!”
“Luckiest in the world! I got you.” Tracy planted a noisy kiss on the bear’s nose. “Now, I’m gonna go get the oil.”
- + +
The couple wound their way through the throngs of people crowding the carnival midway.
Tracy licked cotton candy from his fingers and said, “I still can’t believe you won’t ride the Ferris Wheel.”
“Look, I just don’t like heights, okay? I never did.”
“You were in the Army and a little height scares you?”
“I was in a special communications unit. After Basic, I never even picked up a weapon.” Roy desperately changed the subject, “You’ve got some stuck in your whiskers. No, the other side. Hey, look! Skee-Ball.”
“Eeeee!,” gushed Tracy, “Look at those cute stuffed penguins.”
“Would you like me to try winning one for you?” offered the bear.
“What? You don’t think I’m capable of winning one for myself?” asked the younger male.
“I never said that, but I’ll have you know I was the Skee-Ball king back in the day.”
“Oh-ho!” said Tracy, “Well, Your Majesty, I’m pretty good at this myself.”
“Is that a challenge?” asked Roy.
“It is now. First one with enough tickets for the penguin is on top tonight.”
“Heh-heh! It’ll be like taking cotton candy from a baby.”
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The coyote entered the apartment and hung his car keys on the hook by the door. He turned to his partner standing just outside in the hall and said, “Thanks for going to the carnival with me, Big Bear. Oh, and would you set my little penguin friend on the chair in the bedroom? I think he deserves to watch while you make good on our wager.”
The bear headed straight for the bedroom. He pulled the fat, stuffed penguin out from under his arm and addressed it, “This is all your fault, you know.”
“What did you say, Roy?” called Tracy from the kitchen.
“I just said, I’ll be getting the oil.”
- + +
Roy opened the door and stepped aside as Tracy danced his way into the apartment.
“By Dog, I love this new bowling ball!” laughed the coyote.
“I can’t believe you did that to me again,” grumbled Roy as he stepped into the living room.
“I’ll tell you what I believe,” said Tracy with a wink, “I believe that we have a bet to settle. Let’s do it here on the couch.”
“Gimme your bowling ball,” said Roy, holding out his paw, “I’ll be back in a minute with the oil.”
- + +
Tracy added his last tile to the layout spread across the coffee table. “Fifteen points and dominoes,” he announced. “What have you got?”
Roy turned the last tiles in his hand face-up and quickly added up the spots, “Five, seven, and the killer double-sixes. That’s twenty-four, so you get twenty. What’s the bad news?”
The young coyote finished filling in the score sheet and grinned, “The good news is the game is mine and you get to put the dominoes away.” He leaned over the table to kiss Roy’s muzzle. “The other good news is I’ll see you in the bedroom. I’ll have the oil ready and waiting.”
- + +
“Yahtzee!” shouted the coyote.
“Aaargh!” groaned the bear, slapping a palm against his forehead. He let out a sigh, “I’ll get the oil.”
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Tracy sprawled face down across his bear’s belly. The couple would be knotted together for some time yet. He laid his ear against Roy’s chest and listened to his lover’s beating heart. “Roy?”
“Yeah, Babe?”
“You know I love you, right?”
Roy gave his coyote a squeeze with his legs and readjusted his position slightly. “Of course I do.” He combed his claws through the thicker fur on the back of Tracy’s neck. “Why would you have to ask?”
“I was worried that I get a little carried away when we compete. I thought maybe I go too far sometimes. You know, having a twin brother… well there was always a little rivalry. But it was never mean-spirited. Terry means more to me than anybody besides you. I love him, win or lose. And I love you, win or lose.”
“Seems like you mostly win,” chuckled the bear, “but I’ll tell you what.”
“What?”
“No matter what we do that leads up to it, making love with you is always the grand prize for me.”
The two males lay silently together for some time. Finally, Tracy broke the silence. “Roy?”
“Yeah, Babe?”
“Do you know how to play Go Fish?…”