Having
been given the opportunity, by Rance Harding, to play cowboy for
several weeks was like a dream come true. I don’t know how many
times my brother and I talked about working on a big ranch where you
could ride your pony for miles into the back county; where there wasn’t
any roads or houses as far as the eye could see. We got our wish,
to experience the world of a real working cowboy who lives it day in
and day out, month after month, year after year.
It was a totally
different world which existed in another concept of time. The pace of
time itself seemed to slow down to a crawl. Perhaps it was
because it was bone tiring, hard work, but we slept better and more
soundly than we ever did in our world. We also ate pretty damn
good. The food was simple and basic, but it was hearty, tasty,
filling, and there was plenty of it. You could eat as much as you
wanted. Dwayne went back for seconds a couple of times, but I
never did.
We felt like we
were living a ‘Twilight Zone’ experience where we were shot back in
time to the turn of the century of the eighteen hundreds. Cowboy
life hasn’t changed much since then. It was hard, rough,
dangerous, sometimes down right uncomfortable back in the old days, and
it still is today. Even though we were provided the modern convenience
of toilet paper, Dwayne and I never before had to squat and shit in an
open place where a rattlesnake or some other varment could sneak up and
bite you on the butt.
It was an
incredibly humbling experience and made you very thankful for modern
conveniences. No matter how important a man’s position on a ranch
might be, every man is reduced to the same level when they have to
squat to shit. At that ungraceful moment you become the same as
any other cowboy on the range,— no better or worse than any common
man. Oh, yes,— and we learned one very important lesson the hard
way,— never squat with your spurs on.
The most
impressive thing to us was to lay out in the open under a huge canopy
of stars with no lights, no clamor, or noise of civilization,— just the
occasional low of a heifer, calling to her dogie who got lost among the
herd in the dark. It almost became a religious epiphany for
Dwayne and me. It was like the sky became the ceiling of a holy
place, the whole Earth became a huge cathedral and we were humbled by
the magnificence of its grandeur. As you lay there you realize
just how small you are in the scheme of the universe. I dare any man
who is a non-believer to spend one night under the stars, alone, far
away from civilization and not consider, there just might be an
intelligence behind it all.*
Dwayne and I
found ourselves doing something we rarely did at home,— we
prayed. First of all, we thanked Him for all the things we could
think of that seemed important to us; we said thanks for the
good-hearted, loving folks in our lives whom we were blessed with, and
for our loved ones and good friends. We didn’t ask for material
things; somehow, they just didn’t seem important out in the middle of
nowhere. We asked for health, strength, wisdom and the courage to
stand up for what we believe in.
When we returned
after a month in the saddle, Dwayne and I were changed men.
Everyone commented on how much more mature we seemed. We even
noticed it ourselves. Things that might have bothered us before
made little difference to us now. Frank, Curley, Mr. Wainright,
and Sticker all new why we seemed changed. They knew what living
the cowboy way could do to a man, even if it was only for a brief while.
I was so damn
glad to see my old man again. I hadn’t spent anytime away from
him for more than an overnighter at Dwayne or Logan’s since my mom
died. When I did spend the night with one of them, it was
difficult for me to sleep because my old man wasn’t laying next to
me. When I first saw dad coming down the stairs of the front
porch to greet us upon returning, it was like I was seeing him for the
first time. The man I saw standing before me was much younger
than the man I left two weeks before. My sense of time and my
concept of it seemed to expand from my narrow adolescent view to a
greater acceptance of a larger picture and my relationship to it and
him.
My dad was only
sixteen years older than me; he was thirty-five years old. It seemed
like the older I got, and the more experiences I matured from, the gap
between our age difference began to grow smaller. I came to look
upon being thirty-five as just the beginning of man’s mature
life. I’ve come to believe if a man doesn’t have his shit
together by the age of thirty-five, he never will. In thirty-five
years, my dad married, had a son, fought a war, owned his own ranch
with no mortgage, raised a son, and was a pillar of a small
community. Not many men can claim that at any age.
After I
returned, when dad and I went to bed that night, I was as horny as a
bull in a pasture of fresh heifers. I told him I really, really
needed one of his good, cowboy fuckings. I told him after three
weeks without a good cowboy fucking I was sure my asshole grew
shut. He had no problem obliging me, but as he was lubricating my
hole and stretching it, he kept talking about how convenient it was to
pop the plug out of little bit’s ass and just start fucking him right
away with no problem. I began to wonder if he was hinting he
wanted me to wear a plug. I didn’t really mind, if it was
something he wanted. I know Dwayne swears by his giant’s plug.
“Why do you
wanna’ wear it?” I ask him, “It couldn’t feel that good to
you.”
“I don’t do it
for me, little brother, I do it for my giant. I wear it around
for a while, it stretches my hole, and he don’t haf’ta’ loosen me up
none. He can jes’ shove his big ole dick in me and start fuck’n
me right away. I guess I do it partly for me, ‘cause when he’s
making love to me, I don’t wanna’ haf’ta’ wait for him to stretch my
hole to get inside me. I want that big, black dick inside me like
it was yesterday, and you’re wrong about it not feel’n good, bubba,
it’s gotten to where if feels pert-damn good in my butt.
Lamar puts it
back in my ass after he’s through fuck’n me to keep me open for him in
case he wants to tear off another piece during the night.
Sometimes that black stallion will fuck me two or three times a
night. I think he’s try’n to make up for lost time. S’all
right with me if he is. I’ve gotten so use to it, I can sleep
with it in me all night.
I’ve had to
learn to sleep with it most of the time. After the first time I
wore it for my old man, he popped it outa’ my butt and went right in to
fuck’n me. Dad thought it was a great idea. He loved it,
and told me I’d wear it from now on if’n I expected him to fuck
me. I certainly don’t wanna’ do without that old cowboy’s
fuckings. Hell, them’s what keeps my head on screwed on
tight. I’d be lost without him to lean on when my husband’s
away. Bet chore’ ass I’ll wear it. I can usually count on
my old man take’n his-self another big ole help’n of my cowboy butt
during the night.”
“I hate to admit
it, brother, but what you’re say’n makes a lot of sense. Dad
would never ask me to do it, I don’t think. He’s never asked me
to do anything he wouldn’t or couldn’t do himself. He might like
it if I chose to do it, but he’d never ask me. It ain’t something
I’d really have much problem with if’n it would please him. You
really sleep with that big thing in your butt all night, bubba?”
“Shore’ ‘nuff
do, Case,— I don’t wanna’ make my giant haf’ta take the time to loosen
me up if’n he wakes up during the night and gits a hanker’n for another
piece of his boy’s butt. I want him to take it when he wants
it. I don’t want him to havf’ ta’ wait for it. He can pop
that plug out, shove his big ole dick in me, fill me up, I relax, and
I’m ready for another one of his good, giant fuck’ns. I sleep
with it when my dad’s with me, too. I don’t wanna’ take no chance
of have’n him cut me off, even temporarily. I depend on my old
man’s fuck’ns.”
“I git the idea
dad would like it if I started wearing the smaller plug.” I told
Dwayne, “I think he’s hinting he’d like for me to wear it.
I don’t know how many times he’s told me how great and convenient the
plug was in little bit’s ass. If’n it would please my daddy, I’m
gonna’ do it. Would ju’ help me learn to take it, brother?”
“What’s a
brother for? Of course I will. Pay backs is a bitch,
bubba.” Dwayne laughed, “Jes’ kidding, little brother. I taught
little bit to take it. He couldn’t take it by his-self the first
couple of times neither. It ain’t easy if you don’t know what
chore’ doing.”
“I’m gonna’ ring
my little brother’s neck.”
“No, you
ain’t! You’re gonna’ buy a nice thank you card and sent it to him
after you learn to take it.”
“I wouldn’t bet
on it, bro.”
“I would!
What chu’ got to bet, boy?”
“Oh, no you
don’t! I know you! You’d never make a bet unless you
thought it was a pretty sure thing. Okay,— I’m gonna’ have a
heart to heart talk with my dad tonight, and if I get the idea he’d
like for me to wear it, I’ll ask you for help.”
“Sounds like a
plan, bother.”
* * * * * * *
As it turned
out, my dad must have really missed me. He was as frisky as a new
born colt and grabbed my ass several times while we were fixing dinner
that night. I loved for him to feel my ass. Then he’d make
a funny sound, “Mmm-mm!” like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever
put his hand on. He only started doing it after he took me my
first time. Now he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of my
butt. It was all right with me. I figured the more he
played with it, the greater my chances were I’d get to ride that fine
cowboy dick of his. Since I didn’t have anymore school, he wasn’t
so strict about how late we stayed up. We sat down to eat dinner
and began to talk about things.
“I’m real
pleased and proud of you for taking my little brother for his first
time, Dad. To hear him tell it, he was sure he heard the angels
sing. He really loves you a lot.”
“I know, and I
felt bad because I forgot our agreement I made with him before we set
Dunbar up. I told him all he had to do was asked me. He did
ask me to let him suck me off, and I really enjoy it when he
does. Little bit’s a damn good cocksucker. He kin get me
off in nothing flat. He don’t ask me too often. When he
does, I drop whatever I’m doing and let him have his-self a big ole
taste of cowboy dick.”
“Dwayne and I
laugh at him. He’ll be moody and sort of cranky for several days,
and we can’t do nothing to please him. That’s when we kick him
out of my room into the hallway, point him toward your room, pat him on
the butt, give him a little push in your direction, go back into my
room and lock the door so’s he can’t get back in.” I
laughed. “When he comes back he’s a different man. He’s
relaxed, witty, social and loves everybody. We probably kid him
too much about his affection for you, but he can get in some pretty
good shots at us once in a while.”
Dad laughed with
me.
“You really
liked him wear’n that plug in his butt?” I asked him seriously.
“Hell,
yeah! He kept wearing his boxer shorts to bed so’s I wouldn’t
notice it. After the first time I took him, I made him sleep
without them damn shorts. I told him I liked to see that plug in
his tight little ass, and I didn’t wanna’ have to wait for him to shuck
his underwear if’n I decided I wanted me another piece of ass during
the night.”
“He slept with
it in him?”
“Ever’ damn
night.”
“Did you ever
fuck him again during the night?”
“Yeah, five,—
no,— seven nights. All I had to do was pop it out of his little
butt, slam my ole dick in ‘em and go to fuck’n! No mess, no
fuss! When I was through fuck’n him, I cleaned his ass and shoved
the plug back in. A couple of nights I fucked him three times.”
“You horny old
goat!” I laughed at him, “Are you hinting you’d like me to
start wearing that plug?”
“No,— not at
all! No,— absolutely not! It was jes’ something I thought
you’d get a kick outa’ hear’n about. I wouldn’t ask you to do
that. You’re jes’ fine like you are. ‘Sides, I done told
ju’ I’d never ask you to do something I couldn’t or wouldn’t do, and
I’m jes’ too damn old to even think about stick’n one of them damn
things up my butt. Besides,— I do ninety-nine point forty-four
one hundred percent of the fuck’n around here anyways, and I like it
that away jes’ fine, thank you! Ain’t never had me no man’s dick
up my butt since Nam, and you know who that’ud be.”
We shared a
laugh. I knew all too well who it was.
“I know you
wouldn’t ask me to do it, but would it please you if I did?”
“Well, Son,— I’d
be a damn liar if I said it wouldn’t,— but chu’ don’t have to do it for
me. I’m happy with you jes’ like you is.”
There was a long
pregnant pause, then I laughed.
“You are so full
of shit, old man.” I laughed at him. “Admit it, cowboy,
you’d love for me to start wear’n that damn thing.”
“Naw,— now don’t
go put’n no words in my mouth! I never said that! You asked me a
direct question, and I gave you a direct answered as honestly as I
could. Did ju’ want me to lie to ya’?”
“Naw, Sir.
You ain’t never lied to me that I know of.”
“Never have,—
never will, neither! You don’t have to wear it jes’ ‘cause I
think it’s hot. I ain’t even suggesting it,— but if’n you did
decided you wanted wear it, I wouldn’t tell you not to. You’re a
grown man now, Son, you make your own decisions within certain
parameters of our relationship. I’ll always be your dad no matter how
old you get, but when you’re living here with me, you’ll abide by my
rules and respect me as the final say in most things.”
“I do
anyway. I’d never think of doing nothing without running it by
you first. You taught me to respect you, Dad, and I do; however,
y’ain’t never fucked me two times in one night since you been fuck’n
me. Would it git me another good cowboy fuck’n during the night?”
“Jes’
might.” he grinned.
I knew at that
moment, I better put in a call to my big bubba. I began to make
it a habit of cleaning myself before I assisted dad with his
shower. I went upstairs to my room, undressed and walked to the
bathroom. I laughed when I walked through the door. Sitting
on the cabinet where we keep towels and grooming stuff was the plug,
like someone just forgot to put it away. Yeah, right! I knew my
little brother didn’t leave it out. He’s almost
obsessive/compulsive in his habits. Was this another hint?
If it was, it was about as subtle as a train wreck. I got to
thinking it must really turn my old man on if he was being that
obvious. Hell, if it does, then I wanted to please him.
After I finished
cleaning myself, I lubricated my ass real good, put some on the plug
and tried to sit on it with the lid down on the toilet. I tried
and tried,— God knows I tried, but I just couldn’t get it in. It
was just too damn big. It felt like it was gonna’ split me in
two. It gave me a new appreciation for my big bother taking the
larger one. I decided to call it off when there came a small
knock on the door.
“Case,— it’s
me,— can I come in?” It was my big brother. The cavalry
arrived just in the nick of time.
“Sure, bubba,
c’mon in. Man,— am I glad to see you. You couldn’t a’
picked no better time to drop by.”
I was more than
a little glad to see him. He chuckled when he saw the plug all
greased up, sitting on the toilet lid.
“I think little
bit’s start’n to teach me how to reach out and touch somebody’s
mind. I was over to the ranch, laid down on my old bed to rest
for a minute, concentrated on you, and my ass started hurt’n like
crazy. I thought, ‘Wait a minute! H’it ain’t chore’
ass what’s hurt’n, it’s my brother’s.’ I ran out of the house,
jumped in my truck and got here as soon as I could. I knew you
were try’n to put ‘tat damn thing in yore’ ass.”
“I believe you,
bro, because I been a’ think’n hard about chu’ and was about to get my
cell phone to give you a holler.”
“How long you
been try’n to get it in?”
“About
forty-five minutes to an hour. I’ve tried everything. I was
think’n on git’n a shoe spoon.”
We laughed.
“Well,— you
should be loose enough by now. Let’s go to your bedroom, and I’ll
put it in for you.”
We went down the
hall to my room. Dwayne told me to lay on my back and grab my
legs like I was going to get fucked. He lubed the plug real
good and began to work it into my ass. He wasn’t gentle,
but he wasn’t hurting me either. He was being strong, forceful
and sure in what he was doing. His strength of resolve made me trust
him, and I was convinced my bubba would get that plug in me.
He began to open
me up wider than I think I ever had been. He would screw the plug
into me until I thought it was going to split me in two, then he’d back
off and start all over again. He was really working my ass hard
and not being too gentle, but I wasn’t afraid of my brother hurting
me. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing. I never
saw Dwayne so masterful and strong in what he was trying to accomplish.
I had no doubt
in my mind that plug would soon be in my ass. I don’t know how it
happened but my body caught on fire with a passion I can’t
describe. I never experienced anything like it before.
Although it was stimulating, and kept me hard, it wasn’t a sexual thing
I felt. It was more like a passion to complete a rite of
passage. It became something I had to accomplish. I found
myself working my ass back with every sure stroke my brother was giving
me. I could feel my ass start to dilate to receive even more of
the big plug. I saw a smile come across Dwayne’s face.
“Won’t be long
now, cowboy.” he spoke softly.
I was working my
ass even harder. Dwayne was right with me, strongly urging me to
take it with each screw into my butt. I could feel it wanting to
go into my ass. I could feel ‘it’ wanted to go into my ass.
I wanted it to go into my ass. I desperately needed it to go into
my ass. I couldn’t stand it a moment longer not being in my ass.
I had to feel that big plug it in my butt. My ass fully dilated, took
one big gulp, and the plug disappeared into a world where the sun don’t
shine. I could feel my ass sliding down the other side until it
hit the smaller base. There was no pain, just a moment of mild
discomfort, and bamm,— it was in! I was hyperventilating a
little.
“Oh, God!
Oh, bubba! Hoe-lee shit and shinenola! What a
feeling! Damn, that don’t feel too damn shabby, neither,
bubba! Fuck,— it feels great!” I exclaimed softly when my
body finally stopped shaking.
“See?
What’d I tell ya’? Was your bubba right or what? You want
me to pick up that thank you card on my way home?” he grinned
wickedly at me.
“I’m think’n
candy and flowers, bubba.” I laughed. Dwayne roared with
laughter.
“Here!” He
took my towel from my hand, “Lemme’ clean you up and you’re all
set, but first, lemme’ seat it.” Dwayne took the thumb of his
right hand, put it to the base of the plug, pushed and told me to push
back against the pressure of his thumb with my ass. When I did, I
felt it move into my ass the rest of the way and lock into place.
It felt even better than before. My brother cleaned off any
excess lubricant, offered me his hand, and pulled me off the bed into a
standing position. He threw his arms around me to steady me and
stole a kiss. I hugged him, thanked him and returned his kiss.
“You all right,
Case?”
“I be
fine. I can’t believe what you jes’ done. That was
phenomenal. You really know what chore’ doing, Dwayne.
Impressed the hell out a’ me!” I laughed.
“Yeah,— remember
on the bathroom video, Lamar told me there would be a point when he was
trying to get that very same plug in my ass, when I would jes’ know it
had to go in my ass, and I couldn’t live a moment longer without it
being inside me?”
“Yeah,— I guess
that’s what I just experienced. I just knew it had to be in my
ass at that very moment. My ass opened and gulped it down.
This don’t feel too bad. I think I could get use to it.”
Dwayne laughed
at me.
“Hell,— bet chu’
that box of candy you sleep with it tonight.”
“Naw, I’ll jes’
buy you a box for helping me, ‘cause you’d probably win the bet
anyways. Will it be that hard to get in me if dad tries to put it
back?”
“Nope,— yore’
ass has all ready dilated to its size and accustomed itself to
it. Here, I’ll show you.”
Before I could
say a word he reach down to my butt, grabbed the plug and popped it
out. I didn’t feel a thing. One minute it was in me, the
next minute it was out. Dwayne place the point at my asshole and
simply popped it back in again. Nothing! I felt no pain, no
discomfort,— nothing! I was filled with the plug again.
“Oh,
darn,” Dwayne looked at his watch, “I gotta’ run,
Case. I’m gonna’ miss my curfew if’n I don’t get on the
road. You’ll probably need me to help you another couple of
times, then you’re on your own. You won’t have no problems after
that.”
“Thanks again,
bro.” I said as I pulled on my Wranglers and boots to walk him
downstairs with my butt fully plugged. It felt funny, but it also
felt good. I walked him to his truck.
“I’ll call you
in the morning, bubba.” he told me, “Love, ya.’”
“Love you, too,
bubba, and thanks.” I told him.
“What’s a
brother for, Case?” he smiled real big.
I went back into
the kitchen to finish cleaning up. I was just about through when
dad walked in the back door from the barn. He’d been out there
for about an hour or more getting the stock fed and bedded down for the
night. We were suppose to have a big electrical storm during the
night. I figured he saw my brother’s truck drive away. He
walked over to me, pushed his body up against me, and moved his hand
down to feel my ass. He found what he was looking for.
He began to
press in on the plug gently, but strong enough it sent shockwaves of
sensuality through my body. I felt him ease off and then push in
on it again. He was gently fucking me with it. It felt
wonderful and the strong male odor of his body mixed with the fresh
smells of the animals in the barn was too intoxicating.
Dad started
kissing me on my neck, grabbed my hand and placed it on the front of
his Wranglers where I could feel his raging hard dick. That damn
plug really turned my old man on. I think he was the hardest I
ever remember him being. Damn, if that plug brought him that much
pleasure, you can bet your ass I was going to learn to wear it.
“You through in
here?” he breathed in my ear.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Wanna’ watch a
little T.V. for a while? Check the news?”
“Sure, dad.”
We moved to our
entertainment room. We fixed it up the way we wanted it. We
didn’t think about visitors relaxing and enjoying the room. It
was our room to enjoy. Dad bought a fairly expensive black
leather couch we loved to lounge on and watch T.V. We had all
kinds of pillows and blankets we could throw over us if we got chilled,
and there was a huge fireplace where we burned wood in the
winter. Dad stretched out on the couch, grabbed the remote and
turned the T.V. on. The couch was big enough we could lay
sideways with him holding me and be comfortable. He was already
laying on his side, it was his sign he wanted me lay down in front of
him. “Take yore’
clothes off first.” he demanded.
I did as he
ordered and set my clothes and boots near a wicker chair in the
corner. I walked back and lay down in front of him.
Immediately his hand went to my ass and started playing with my
plug. It got my dick roaring hard. He was nuzzling my neck from
behind with his big bushy mustache.
“Ju’ do that
jes’ for me, hoss?”
“Who else would
I be doing it for? Ain’t no other person in the world I’d do this
for, but you. However, there’s method to my madness,— if’n gits
me another good cowboy fuck’n during the night it’s more than worth
it. As much as I can see it turns you on, I’ll damn well learn to
wear it. I’ll wear it with pride cause my old man likes it.
“That’s the
spirit, Son. That’s the way I raised you. You’re a good boy
to wanna’ please your old man like that, and I love you for it.”
“Well, if you
need proof of how much I love you, put chore’ hand down there, grab
yore’self a big ole handful of longhorn dick to see how hard I am, then
fuck me a little bit with my plug.” I chuckled. He wasted
no time getting his hand down there and playing with my plug a little
more.
“How’s it
feel?” he asked softly.
“A hell of a lot
better’n I thought it would. I didn’t believe Dwayne and little
bit when they told me it felt pretty damn good. Well, they were
right. It does feel pert-damn good. I don’t think I’ll have
any problem get’n use to it.
“Great!
That’s good to hear! I think you’ll grow to like it as much as I
like seeing you wear it. Damn, it’s hot.”
We watched a
little more T.V. and went upstairs to our bedroom to get him ready for
his shower.
“Dad, would ju’
fuck me first, and then I’ll take you to the shower? You know how
much I love your smell you after a hard days work around here, and
you’re pretty damn ripe tonight.”
“Sure,
Son.” I helped him undress and get his legs off. He got up
on his pillows and made himself comfortable. I crawled up on the
bed next to him, and he took me into his arms. His big cowboy
dick was roaring hard. I couldn’t remember seeing it that hard
before. We kissed a good, gentle kiss, and once again, his hand
snaked down to the plug in my butt. This time he very lovingly
and gently fucked me with his hand, pushing on it, then letting it
resume its normal position. We continued to kiss, and he
continued to fuck me with the plug. After a while it was
beginning to feel way too good.
“You better stop
that, old man, or this show’s gonna’ be over pert-damn quick.” I
told him. I could feel myself building up to climax. He
chuckled like a mischievous school boy.
“Okay, get
around here and hit the position.” he ordered “Before you
do that, grab a towel and the lube out ‘a the night stand and grease up
my dick, boy.”
This was
something new, ordering me to grease up his dick. Before, he
always greased his own dick, but now he wanted me to do it. It
was jes’ fine with me, I love my old man’s dick. I lubed it up
good for him. He was standing on his stubs and holding on to my
knees. When he was satisfied I lubed him well enough, he raised
my legs and I grabbed them. He reached around the base of my
plug, popped it out, caught it in a towel, set it aside, positioned his
rock hard penis at my backdoor and rammed it all the way home to the
base.
Damn, it felt
good! He was right! I really liked this! There was no
pain or discomfort whatsoever. No muss, no fuss! He started
into fucking me pretty hard right away, but I stayed right with
him. I met him stroke for stroke. Something seemed to have
changed in my old man. He was still his old loving and concerned
self, but now, he was fucking me with a decided gusto,— a new
dedication. Somehow, I got the feeling this fuck was for him and
me to bond, on a little higher more mature level. He wanted me to
enjoy giving it up to him and much as he was enjoying taking away
from me. I felt his passion and met his every stroke no matter
how hard he fucked me.
I knew this
wasn’t going to be one of his long, enjoyment fucks. He wanted
his come in my ass as fast and as hard as he could shoot it into me,
and I wanted it just as bad. I could feel him shudder as waves
and waves of his hot cowboy come shot into my ass. I can’t
remember him ever shooting that much into me before. He was hot
that night. I shot equally as hard. My come sprayed all
over him and me. We were dripping with come. We lay there
together with him kissing me gently, telling me what a good boy I was
to give it up to him like that, and how much he loved me.
Finally he
withdrew and told me to hold my legs up a while longer. He
grabbed the white towel next to him, took the plug, positioned it at my
hole and popped it back in as easily as he popped it out. I was
stunned. There was no pain nor discomfort, but my ass was filled
with my plug again. This might not be so bad after all. It
felt wonderful to be freshly fucked by your cowboy dad, but having that
plug shoved back in my butt to keep his come safe inside me was sort of
the icing on the cake. It was highly erotic to me, and it felt
wonderful. I was beginning to understand my old man’s fascination
with it.
I got him into
his wheelchair and took him to the bathroom. I stepped into the
shower with him and bathed him good. He took the cloth from me
and cleaned around my plug real good, but once again he took the
opportunity to fuck me with it a few times. I was beginning to
get used to his playing with it, and it really turned me on. I
toweled him dry, assisted him getting back into his wheelchair,
and I took him back to our bed. I held the chair for him as he
moved himself over onto the bed. I crawled up along side of
him. He took me in his arms and held me for a while. We
made a little love, but I couldn’t believe he was hard as a rock
again. What got in to my old man? He was like a stud pony
who smelled a mare in estrus.
“You need some
more a’ my butt, old man?” I asked him quietly. I was
amazed.
“Naw,— I had
enough,— don’t wanna’ wear you out.”
“You ain’t
gonna’ wear me out. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I
shore’ as hell ain’t complaining about it none! I definitely like
it. If it’s this damn plug, I’ll wear it ever’ fuck’n
night. I’ll live with the damn thing up my butt if’n it pleases
my old man.”
“Well,— it does
please me very much and ‘yes’ I would like some more of my boy’s butt;
however,— don’t tell me you want more if’n you’s ain’t ready for this
ole cowboy to mount chu’ for a good long ride in yore’ saddle, ‘cause I
feel the need to fuck my boy good. That last one was jes’ a must
git come shot. It was jes’a warm up,— this one’s gonna’ be for
the love of fuck’n.”
“Bring it on,
cowboy! Cowboy up! Git in yore’ pony’s saddle, he’s ready
for you to ride him down the longest trail you can find.”
I got into
position, dad popped out my plug and slammed his dick into my ass to
the hilt. I felt like my old man was at home in my ass. He
felt different. He felt like he was claiming my ass for his
own. My ass was his as far as I was concerned. He wasn’t
kidding, it turned out to be one of his longest fucks to date. I
could see the digital clock on his dresser, and he fucked me for and
hour and forty-five minutes. I made damn sure I was right there
for every stroke. I stayed with him the whole time. I was
so ready to come, by the time he decided to ride me to he barn. I
once again shot all over both of us. When we finished, he cleaned
my ass up and popped my plug back in. Without asking, I knew he
expected me to sleep all night with it in me. ‘What the hell, may
as well start getting use to it now.’ I thought to myself.
I managed to
drift off to sleep. The plug almost acted like a
tranquilizer. My ass felt more than well fucked, and I had it
stoppered with a huge plug my dad put in my ass. I was sound
asleep, when during the wee hours of the morning, I felt my plug pop
out. I thought I’d lost it, but I didn’t. It was my
dad. He lay on his side in the spoon position, shoved his big
cowboy dick in me and fucked me again. This fuck’n was so relaxed
and unhurried. He was wonderful. When he finished he shoved
my plug back in, and I went back to sleep to dream wonderful dreams.
I didn’t wear my
plug every night, but I wore it a lot. He even wanted to put it
in for me every evening when we planned to play around. Dwayne
showed dad how to put it in me without any discomfort. Dad got
better than Dwayne at it. He could have that damn thing in me and
seated in five minutes flat. He loved it, and it continued to
turn him on. I got so use to wearing the plug I began to have
serious thoughts about moving up to the next size. I knew it
would be a surprise that would trip my old man’s switch.
* * * * * * *
As time passed,
dad and I were doing better than all right financially. The ranch
was really paying off, and we were winning big money roping in the
larger rodeos. We became pretty well know in the Western
states. We couldn’t go to Phoenix, Tucson, Prescott or some of
the larger rodeos in New Mexico. We never went into Texas.
I talked dad into hiring a couple of hands to take care of the place
when we were gone. We were trying to rely on the goodness of
neighbors, my brothers, and friends.
We couldn’t keep
imposing on our friends and neighbors. We were going more and
more so it made sense. If something made sense to dad, he would
do it. We had to clean out and fix up the old bunkhouse, but we
got a lot of help from our cousin and my brothers. Spencer and
Donna thought it was a great idea to hire a couple of hands and they
were there helping. Donna found some nice little curtains for it
that gave it a nice touch. When we were through it was downright
homey.
Frank and Curley
recommended a couple of middle aged cowboys who were friends of
theirs. They had known them for many years and they were unhappy
where they were. They wanted another job where they didn’t have
to live off the back of their ponies anymore. They were a couple
like Frank and Curley, but you’d never know it. They were both
fiercely rugged individuals. They rarely ever argued, but they
had different opinions on just about everything, except when it came to
the bedroom.
The bigger of
the two, Bodey Petrie, was the undisputed husband and Flynn Doyle was
his mate. Bodey was a big, muscular, good looking man who looked
like he was born to be a cowboy. Flynn was smaller, but built
like a fire plug. After consulting with his mate, Bodey would
make all the decisions for their life together. It was understood
between them long ago, Bodey would always make the final
decisions. Any disputes between them were always settled by Bodey
quietly reminding Flynn of his place. Flynn would shut up and
say, “Yes, Bodey, I’m sorry, Sir, you’re right.” and that would
be the end of it.
It took a big
man to swallow his pride and acquiesce to his mate’s masculine ego, and
Bodey certainly had an ego. That was part of why Flynn loved him
and what attracted him to Bodey in the first place; the other, was what
lay warm between Bodey’s massive thighs. Flynn knew to continue
riding Bodey’s big, thick cowboy dick, (say that three times real fast)
he had to subordinate himself to Bodey and accept him as his husband.
If Flynn wanted
Bodey to be his mate he was told over and over not to commit unless he
was sure he was willing for Bodey to become his husband, with all it
implied. Flynn was not to become Bodey’s wife; however, he was
made to understand, he would be subordinate to Bodey the rest of their
lives together. Flynn also understood his opinion mattered, but
he would have no say in Bodey’s final decision.
You could tell
it was rough on Flynn sometimes, but Flynn reaped his reward in the
bedroom. For all of Bodey’s need to control his mate he truly
loved Flynn, and wasn’t a miser with his affections for him.
Bodey took his roll as cowboy husband for his little partner seriously,
and he damn well expected Flynn to accept his roll as subordinate mate
to him just as seriously. Whatever decisions he made that went against
what Flynn thought they should do, Bodey would make damn sure he took
extra special care of his little buddy for several days
afterward. He would show Flynn lots of love and attention until
he convinced him nothing was more important or better for him than
Bodey’s love and big dick.
After about four
or five days and nights of getting fucked senseless by Bodey’s big
cowboy dick, Flynn could care less what decision Bodey made. Bodey
would fuck his little buckaroo buddy and make love to him until he got
Flynn to admit Bodey’s decision was the right one. At that point,
all Flynn knew was he did the right thing by agreeing to submit to
Bodey and become his mate. He knew in his heart he couldn’t live
without his big cowboy by his side. The pride he had to swallow
many time, was worth it to keep his man; his cowboy husband.
They were both
hyper-masculine men and unless you knew them really well, you’d have no
idea they shared the same bunk every night; and sometimes Sunday
afternoon if there wasn’t a lot to do around the ranch. They fell
in love with me and my dad and would do anything in the world for
us. They were good men and fine ranch hands. We paid them a
better wage than they ever made anywhere else as cowboys; so being
cowboys, they were loyal, hard working, and devoted to me and
dad. They also had a fondness for my two brothers and dearly
loved Rance Harding.
Everyone came to
love Rance Harding. Having his boy in his life and having a great
job which not only paid well but he enjoyed, changed Rance from a
temperamental hot head to a more thoughtful and considerate man.
He could still get hot under the collar, get in a man’s face, and
threaten to kick his ass if he pushed him too far. Very few
tried. The couple of men who did, never tried a second
time. Rance didn’t suffer fools readily. Rance enjoyed his
job so much Sticker said he probably would’ve done it for free.
Rance agreed with him.
Dad and I were
doing so much traveling going to rodeos, the old camper just wasn’t
comfortable anymore. Poor dad couldn’t get around in the camper
very well without his legs. It just didn’t provide much
comfort. Every time we turned around, something else was breaking
or going bad and we’d have to fix or replace it. Dad and I were
pretty handy fixing things, but it was nickle/diming us to death.
We were putting more money into it than it was worth. We gave it
to a young cowboy who wanted it for his truck. He was happy to
get it.
One of Sticker’s
hired hands with the rodeo stock company went through a messy divorce,
and he had to get rid of his big recreational vehicle quick.
Rance told the man he thought his two cousin’s might be interested if
the price was right. It was big, luxurious, comfortable and
everything worked. I called it the houseboat on wheels. It
was like staying in a Ramada Inn for dad and me after the small, two
man camper. It was a lot better than Motel Six. It had a
good size, powerful motor that could easily pull a double horse
trailer. Best of all, it had a large bathroom area where I could
take better care of my old man, and the hallways and doors were big
enough for a wheelchair to pass.
The man was only
asking four thousand and to pay off the note on it. He didn’t
have but five payments left. I felt bad about it and gave the guy
and extra thousand. It was more than worth it. It was an
expensive vehicle. He was most grateful. My dad and Sticker
approved of my gesture. I paid off the note and it was ours, free
and clear.
They must not
have used it very much, it was like it was brand new. There were
many things that no one ever used before. It was spotless and
pristine. Even giving the man five thousand plus about sixteen hundred
in payments due, we practically stole the damn thing from him.
Dad and I were
doing so well we started teaching classes for anyone who wanted to
learn to rope. We got a lot of younger cowboys who wanted to
learn to rope professionally. We did quite well with it, but we
still were going to the bigger rodeos and winning everything we
entered. I was excited about our prospects for the future.
I mentioned to dad a couple of times about going on the rodeo circuit
for a year and leaving the place in little bit’s care. Logan hung
around us and Sticker so much he began to understand what it took to
run a ranch successfully and make money from it. He was also
imparting a lot of his knowledge to me.
A couple of
Logan’s suggestions about greater efficiency and larger volume of stock
paid off handsomely. Dad began to talk things over with
Logan. Little bit seemed to be slowly trying to understand his
dad’s holdings and could easily apply his knowledge to our
operation. He tried a year in college and did well. He was
going for a degree in nuclear physics; however, he dropped out of
school from boredom after one year and came home. He knew more
about the subject than the professors who were trying to teach him.
Besides, he told
us he missed his family and his brothers terribly. Dwayne and I
would get five to ten e-mails a day from him. After he got back
he practically moved in with us for a while. He wasn’t officially
living with us, but he was around a lot. He insisted in chipping
in for food whether he was there to eat with us or not. I was a
little surprised dad took his money. We certainly didn’t need the
money. By that time, dad and I were quite well off.
I asked dad
about it later, and he told me sometimes you have to let a man pay his
way so he feels like he ain’t taking advantage of you. It makes
him feel more comfortable when we start to fix dinner, and we ask him
to join us. He’s always welcome, he knows he will always be welcome,
but dad said he needed to do it. For a man of the Earth my dad
could really amaze me once in a while with his knowledge of people.
Logan’s dad and
Sticker sat him down and talked with him one afternoon about a month
after he returned from school. They were worried because he
wasn’t making plans to return in the fall and didn’t seem to be
interested in doing anything else right away.
“Logan,”
Sidney began, “you may be fool’n your brothers and several other
folks, but you ain’t fool’n this big cowboy or me. You’re
hopelessly in love with Vince Longhorn and have been for
sometime. It’s time you started thinking about your future, about
what you wanna’ do with your life, Son.”
“I mean no
disrespect, Dad, but you and ever’body else is wrong!” he
exclaimed heatedly. “My brothers are wrong! They kid me
mercilessly about my love for Casey’s dad,— say’n I got an adolescent
crush on him. I ain’t never denied I love him, to you or
them. Yes,— it’s true,— I love and respect Mr. Longhorn, but I
ain’t ‘in’ love with him. I ain’t blow’n smoke up your or
Mr. Wiggins’ butt, neither.
I ain’t the one
Mr. Longhorn needs, and it would be downright foolish of me to think or
hope there might be a chance for anything between him and me. To
be honest,— and here’s the biggest rub,— it ain’t never even entered my
head. Why the hell should it? I get all the love I want and
need from Mr. Longhorn. Neither him nor my brothers is selfish
with their love. I know in my heart Vincent Longhorn loves me,
and he knows I love him.
I never leave
that man’s house without him telling me at least half a dozen times
while I’m there, he loves me, and I ain’t selfish telling him I love
him, neither. We understand each other. We understand the
love we have for one another. We’ve talked about it many times,
and we’re comfortable with it. Why the hell can’t ever’body jes’ leave
him and me alone to love each other the way we want to. I ain’t
never had me no relationship like I do with Mr. Longhorn, and quite
frankly, I treasure it. Seems to me like you had yourself a
similar relationship with an older cowboy for years, Dad. I ain’t
never accused you of have’n no school boy crush on old Frank Mayhew.
I get s’damn
frustrated with my life sometimes, but I always know I can go to Mr.
Longhorn about anything. He’ll stop ever’ damn thing he’s doing,
and listen to me. He may not understand ever’ thing I’m
talk’n about, but he’ll give it his best shot at giving me things to
think about maybe I haven’t considered. For a simple cowboy, he
ain’t never told me wrong so far, and I don’t ‘spect he ever
will. He’s far more important to me for his counsel than the sex
part.
I ain’t had me
no anal sex with him since that three weeks when Casey and Dwayne went
and helped Dwayne’s dad roundup the rodeo stock; however, about once a
month, sometimes maybe two, he gives me the honor of letting me suck
him off. He don’t reciprocate. I won’t let him
reciprocate. He’s offered many times,— but I think he’s finally
given up. I don’t want him suck’n me off. It’s an
honor, and a privilege for me to suck Mr. Longhorn’s dick. I’m
satisfied, pleased, and downright proud of myself, when I’m allowed to
bring that wonderful man a little pleasure. I feel as good and
proud about satisfying him as I have about anything in my life.
Furthermore,—
you may as well know,— right now, your son is a junkie,— I’m addicted
to Mr. Longhorn’s come. His come has the best damn flavor, and it
acts like a tranquilizer for my soul. I know that may sound
stupid, it might not sound right bright, but it’s the only way I can
describe it. I suck my brothers’ off, but the flavor of their
come jes’ can’t compare with Mr. Longhorn’s. While I let my
brother’s suck me off, and I love suck’n them off, their come jes’
ain’t as satisfyin’ as Mr. Longhorn’s. I don’t know why, and I
really don’t care. All I know is, I have to have me a fix of Mr.
Longhorn’s fine tastin’ cowboy come at least once a month.”
Sticker slapped
his leg and roared with laugher at the look on Sidney’s face.
Sidney had to laugh, too, he was standing there with egg all over his
face.
“I think I can
understand that, Son,” Sidney said slowly grinning at
Sticker, “cowboy come has the best flavor you can get anywhere,
and I agree with you, it’s totally addicting; however, you could be
addicted to a lot worse things than Vince Longhorn’s come.”
Sidney smiled at his boy. Sticker broke up laughing again, but
this time Logan started laughing when Sticker started blushing.
“I ask Mr.
Longhorn about once a month if he’ll give me the honor of letting me
have a taste of his cowboy come. He’s never said no to me.
I don’t care what he’s doing, he’ll drop everything jes’ to give me
some of his fine cowboy dick. If he thinks I’m a little overdue,
I can be watching T.V. in their entertainment room with my brothers,
Mr. Longhorn will walk by, gently grab my shoulders, and ask me if I’d
like to join him in his office for a while. I know what he wants,
and I never turn him down. Casey and Dwayne know, too, and they
can be jes’ plumb awful to me sometimes; however, they don’t stop me
from get’n some mighty fine, sweet tasting Longhorn dick.”
Sidney and
Sticker were holding each other laughing at their boy’s unbridled
candor.
“I just like
being around Mr. Longhorn and my brothers. I feel comfortable
around them. They love me for who I am and not because I’m a
‘Krellborn.’ I’ve loved them since grade school. Now, they’re off
rodeoing ever’ weekend, and Dwayne is busier’n a cat cover’n up shit
with his’n his dad’s ranch. They don’t have as much time for me
as they used to. I came home from school because I missed them,
and I missed you and Mr. Wiggins.”
“You sure,
Son? Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t saying it’s a bad thing to love
Vince Longhorn. Half the men in this community have a hard-on for
the man. God knows you couldn’t ‘a picked no better man to fall in love
with. I done told ju’ that when you first told all of us you fell
in love with him. Sticker and I thought you was jes’ kidding at
the time, but we’ve watched it grow.
Vince taking you
for your first time and spending that month in his bed only made you
love him all the more. Let me add here, I thank God you decided
on Vince Longhorn for your first, and he was gracious enough to do it
for you. I owe the man a debt of gratitude. We just don’t
wanna’ see you get hurt unwittingly. Vince Longhorn would never
consciously do anything to hurt you, but we fear you may be setting
yourself up, and we’d be remiss if we didn’t say something to warn you.” “Dad, I done
told ju’ I know I ain’t the one for Mr. Longhorn. I’ve known it
for sometime. I’m no more in love with him than I am my brothers;
however, if’n ya’ll ain’t worried enough, let me throw this one at chu,
you don’t have to worry none about me love’n Mr. Longhorn. The
God’s gospel truth is, I done skipped over love’n Vince Longhorn, I
jumped straight to worship. I idolize that cowboy! He’s
been s’damn good to me in so many ways I can’t tell you all ‘a them,
and I would do anything in the world for him and my bothers.
Now, so there’s
no misunderstanding, let me make one thing perfectly clear,— Mr.
Longhorn’s gonna’ need me to help take care of him in the near future,
and I plan to be there when he needs me. He and my brothers are
always there for me. They can get a little carried away sometimes
with their teasing, but I get in my licks.”
“What do you
mean, Son? How do you know Vince’s gonna’ need you in the near
future?”
“I’ve watched my
bother, Casey, over the last three years. He’s got the itch to go
rodeoing on the circuit real bad, but his dad don’t wanna’ go.
Casey’s talked with me about it and Mr. Longhorn’s shared his thoughts
about it with me. Mr. Longhorn’s afraid his dad will recognize
him or Casey, and he don’t wanna’ run into the old man. I can
understand why, after Casey let me read a letter Mr. Longhorn’s brother
wrote him while he was in Vietnam. According to Mr. Longhorn’s
younger brother, their old man must have been hell on wheels. I
take it from the letter, the old man was so much into religion he was
jes’ downright evil.
Casey’s shared
with me and my big brother he wants to go back and be around his
granddad for a while to see what kind of man he is. He wants to
judge for himself. Lord,— whatever you do, don’t tell Mr.
Longhorn about it,— please! The man comes unglued at hinges when
Casey even mentions anything about wanting to meet his granddad.
The worst part is, Mr. Longhorn knows in his heart, it’s one of the
main reasons he wants to go, but Casey would never admit it.
While I can understand Mr. Longhorn’s anger against Casey looking for
his granddad, I can also understand why Casey might want to. I
don’t blame Casey for want’n to find out about his granddad. He don’t
even know if the old man’s still alive. Age wise, his granddad
would be around fifty-three now, and ya’ll gotta’ admit that’s awful
damn old.”
To Logan,
fifty-three did seem old, but as Sidney and Sticker approached
forty, they automatically put old age off another twenty years.
Sidney looked at Sticker, smiled painfully, and just shrugged his
shoulders. Sticker got the message and shook his head.
Logan continued.
“All this has
been building up in my brother for sometime now, but his dad don’t know
it. Maybe Mr. Longhorn does, but he don’t wanna’ admit it to
himself. I can see it, I know it’s coming. Casey loves his
dad, and he ain’t about to leave him unless he can be sure Mr.
Longhorn’s gonna’ be well taken care of. Now,— it don’t take no
rocket scientist to figure out who Casey’s gonna’ ask to take care of
him, and I plan to do it for my brother and Mr. Longhorn.
Why? Certainly not because I have a school boy crush on Mr.
Longhorn, but because I truly love them. Them, Dwayne, Lamar, Mr.
Harding, the Winchesters, and Sheriff Bard are all part of my greater
family. I’d do anything in the world for them.”
“Think he’s
grow’n up, Sticker?” asked Sidney as he grinned at his mate.
“‘At boy done
grow’d up two years ago,— you just didn’t never wanna’ see it.”
Sticker laughed at Sidney.
“Look, Dad,— I
ain’t the one for Mr. Longhorn, and I know it. I’m secure with
that. I ain’t fool’n myself a bit. I ain’t gonna’ do it in
hopes Mr. Longhorn will fall in love with me. He all ready loves
me, Dad. He’s proved it to me over and over again. I think
of him as family; I sincerely think of Mr. Longhorn as my other dad;
however, if he should wish to sleep with his big cowboy dick up my butt
ever’ damn night, ‘at’s jes’ a fringe benefit of the job as far as I’m
concerned. There’s only one man for him, and that’s his
boy. He’s in love with Casey. Casey don’t know it yet, but
he’s in love with his dad. He needs to get away to realize what
he has at home is a hundred times better’n anything he’ll find out
there. He’ll be back. It may take him a year or two, but
he’ll come to his senses. Until he does, you’ll know where to
find me.”
“That’s all very
noble of you, Son, but what about your future?”
“My future can
wait! I got things to do right now I must do! You and Mr.
Wiggins were the ones who taught me these things and the cowboy
way. Are you gonna’ tell me now, you didn’t mean it? None
of it was true? It only applies when my future don’t stand in the
way? And another thing, I jes’ found out a couple a’ weeks
ago about a young cowboy who gave almost his entire salary on a ranch
for three damn years to help pay for the legal expenses for a man who
was falsely charged and convicted with a crime he never
committed. That cowboy never met the man until after the man was
released from prison. What da’ ya’ have to say about that,
cowboy?” Logan grinned at his dad.
Sticker slapped
his knee, roared with laughter and pointed his finger at Sidney.
Sidney stood there with his mouth open. He was dumbstruck.
“Don’t look at
me, brother!” Sticker barked at his mate. “‘At boy done set
chu’ up and shot chu’ down!” he continued to laugh. “He’s
talk’n to ya,’ Sid! ‘At boy’s tell’n you the dead level truth,— he’s a’
tell’n you from his heart how it is, but chu’ ain’t listen’n to
‘em. You ain’t hear’d a word ‘dat boy’s said.”
“You’re suppose
to be supporting me, cowboy.” Sidney said sarcastically, then
chuckled.
“I do my best
support’n in the bedroom.” Sticker grinned.
“Can’t gainsay
that!” Sidney agreed. “Okay, you’ve convinced me you’ve got
it under control, and I ain’t saying we won’t be here for you if you
crash and burn. We’ll always be here for you,— you know
that. I don’t often tell you this, at least probably not enough,
but I’m awful damn proud of you, Son. Sticker’s right,— I don’t
wanna’ see you grow up, and on the other hand, I’m pushing you to grow
up. I guess I’m guilty of sending mixed messages.”
“A bit,— but not
bad. I know you care about me, and you’re only looking out for my
best interest. I love you for it, and I appreciate it. I
have some plans I haven’t discussed with you I hope will make you feel
a little better. Since I ain’t much good at cowboy’n other than
going over Mr. Longhorn’s books with him and offering him some business
suggestion, I’ll have my days free to do what I please. Living
with Mr. Longhorn ain’t gonna’ be a prison sentence, Dad; however, some
of the fringe benefits might be looked upon as similar.” Logan
and Sticker felt out laughing. Sindey didn’t. Sticker told
Sidney he’d explain later.
“I only have to
be there in the evenings to assist him with his shower and to sleep
with him in case the house catches on fire. Lord, don’t never
make the mistake of saying ‘help’ around that man. Take it from
me, use the word ‘assist’ instead.”
“Humm— I never
thought about the house catching on fire, but I guess it would be a
real concern. Without his legs he couldn’t get out.” said
his dad. “With your
permission I’d like to attend to the University of California San Diego
in the fall and take a full load to begin work toward a medical
degree. Mr. Longhorn and my brothers helped me come to that
decision. I don’t know yet exactly what branch of medicine I
might like to go into, but I’ll have time to decide. I’ll have to
take that up with my other dad, as well.” Logan grinned at his
dad.
“To be there for
my bother and my other dad when they need me is more important to me
than anything else in my life right now. I don’t plan to let the
grass grow under my feet. Mr. Longhorn wouldn’t put up with that
from me for a minute. You two have always been too soft on
me. You let me git away with murder. That old cowboy won’t
put up with my nonsense. He wouldn’t hesitate to kick my butt
if’n he thought I wasn’t try’n my hardest to do my best. I ain’t
kidding, none, neither.
That’s part of
why I wanna’ stay with him. Knowing him like I do, he’ll be a
constant reminder for me to do my best and finish what the hell I
start. If’n I don’t,— Mr. Longhorn will kick my butt up between
my shoulder blades so hard I’ll have ta’ stand on my head to take a
shit. I can abide a good hard ass kick’n from ‘em, but— oh,
Lordy,— I jes’ might have ta’ listen to one of them detailed lectures
of his what can go on and on for hours. I certainly don’t want
that. I jes’ know he’ll see to it I do my best.”
Sticker and
Sidney broke up laughing. They knew Vince could be a bit intense
sometimes. Sidney hugged and kissed his boy, then Sticker hugged
and kissed, Logan.
“Didn’t I tell
you the day would come when you’d really stick it to your old
man?” Sticker fell out laughing.
“Yes, Sir, Mr.
Wiggins.”
“Well, you jes’
done it, boy. Son, I’ve accepted you’ve become a man. I
think I did before yore’ daddy done it. I watched what you done
for your brothers. I’ve watched how you’ve handled yore’self over
the last couple of years. You’ve proved to me more’n a couple of
times you’ve become a man, and now, you should be acknowledged as a
man. I’m really proud of you, Son. I couldn’t love you
more. From this day forth, I’d be honored and downright proud
if’n you’d refer to me by my first name. You’ve earned that
right.”
Logan broke down
and cried at Sticker’s words. The big cowboy shed a few and held
him tight. Logan was devastated,— but in a good way.
Sticker stole a kiss and comforted him.
“I don’t know’s
I can, Sir.” he said through his tears, “I’ve called you
Mr. Wiggins for so many years it would almost seem disrespectful for me
to call you ‘Sticker.’ However, one thing I’ve learned from my
other dad, is when a man offers you something, it’s because he wants
you to have it, and to reject his gift is bad manners.”
“Vince
Longhorn’s a cowboy, Son. Always listen to that man. You
said he ain’t never told ju’ wrong so far, and I agree with you, I
don’t think he’ll ever tell you wrong.” Sticker admonished him.
“Thanks,
Sticker, it would be a great honor and a privilege for me to call you
by your first name, Sir.” They hugged and kissed again.
Sticker and
Sidney were convinced,— Logan was no longer their little boy. He’d
grown up. He had become a man.
End Chapter 23 ~
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*Not an
endorsement of “intelligent design” which is being forced on our
school children today by ignorant people who would return our
scientific teaching and thinking to little more than religious dogma
from the middle ages. To quote Dave Pell of Davenetics.com,
“Intelligent Design has never been anything more than a cheap marketing
ploy with strategies (a fancy name that uses words opposite of the
program’s goals, a faux grassroots movement, a lot of Founding Fathers
talk, etc) ripped from page one of GOP Luntzian playbook.” If
there is an intelligence behind creation, which no one can prove either
way, it is far more complex and subtle than dreamed of in the
narrowminded, albeit quaint, mythological philosophy of the rabid,
right wing beliefs of fundamentalism.