Date: Sun, 15 Sep 2002 20:59:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Waddie Greywolf <waddiebear@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Cabbage Patch Cowboy Part 4"

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CABBAGE PATCH COWBOY PART 4

Morgan didn't hang around.  He paid his respects to Buck's parents, hugged
and kissed Waddie and told him to mind his Uncle Buck.

"I love you, Dad.  Don't worry . . . we'll work things out some how. I have
faith in you."

"I love you, too, Son.  I feel better about you being here. For right now,
it's the right thing to do.  See, baby, Daddy's trying."  Waddie hugged and
kissed his dad one last time.

Morgan left and his uncle told Waddie to come upstairs with him.  Waddie
came to the bottom of the stairs and his uncle couldn't help picking him up
and carrying him up the stairs.  Waddie felt like a young prince with his
own man servant to cater to his needs.  Buck and his parents showed Waddie
more love the first afternoon in their home than Waddie ever got from the
three in his home.

"One of these days, I'm gonna' turn around and you'll be too big for me to
pick up, . . . you don't mind Uncle Buck getting in a lot of this while
you're still small, do you?  Then I can remember how wonderful and special
you were to me when you were this size.  I have a feeling you're going to
be wonderful and special to me for many years to come."

"Lord no, Uncle Buck. I don't mind. It'll keep my boots from wearing out."

Buck roared with laughter but Waddie was thinking, "Did he just call me
wonderful.  Special?  No one's ever called me wonderful or special before."

Buck took Waddie into his big room. It was not unlike the man who lived
there; huge.  It was on a corner of the house and boasted eight windows;
four on each side.  It had originally been two large bedrooms with a bath
next to the other. Buck and his dad, with Morgan's help, knocked out the
wall between the two rooms, but since it was a main bearing wall they had
to run a heavy laminated header across the span and brace it on the ends
and equally space with two other post. The two rooms together made one huge
room.  When the windows were open there was always a nice current of air
though the room.

The room smelled like his uncle. Aftershave, hard milled soap, leather,
boots, tack, horse sweat, and the gentle, lingering scent of his Uncle
Buck's musky, male odor.  The same smell Waddie smelled when he laid his
head in his uncle's lap while he was in the hospital.  It was highly
intoxicating then and it was now. He loved it.  He immediately took his
clothes off and stood naked in front of his uncle.  Buck smiled at him.
"You been talking to your dad, Son?"

"Yes Sir.  I just wanted you to feel comfortable with me."

"Well, wait just a minute and Uncle Buck will join you."  Waddie watched
his uncle undress and even helped him with his big boots.  The more
clothing the big man removed Waddie noticed something strange was happening
to his pee-pee.  It was growing and sticking straight out; he didn't know
why.  By the time Buck was fully naked Waddie's little dick was hard as a
rock.

"Uncle Buck?"

"Yeah, Sweet baby?"

"Why is my pee-pee like this?  It ain't never done this before."  Buck
glanced down and threw back his big head and laughed.  Buck squatted down
to Waddie's height and opened his arms for Waddie to come to him.  Waddie
didn't hesitate.

His body was pressed tight against his angel's naked body and it was fine.
He felt his little legs were impeding his uncle's cock so he simply spread
his legs and it popped up between them.  Then as if it were a natural thing
to do he closed his little legs around it.  He looked in Buck's eyes and
they both saw that glint of mischief in each other's eyes and laughed
together.

"That was very thoughtful of you, young man, and I appreciate you helping
me hold it there.  It gets so damn heavy carrying that big thing around all
day, that kind a gives it a little rest."

"You feel good, Uncle Buck.  Is it wrong to think you feel good to me?"

"Course not!  You should never be ashamed of your body and if you have a
buddy you're comfortable with and he's comfortable with you then you share
things with him like this then it feels good to the both of you."

"Do I feel good to you, Uncle Buck."

"Never held anyone who felt better'n you, Sweet baby.  You and me was
buddies the minute I walked through that hospital door.  I saw that hungry
look in your eyes that said, "Please God, let this little man be my buddy."
I knew it, too.  I didn't have any choice in the matter.  I knew right then
and there, if I had to change my life around, I had to be that little
cowboy's buddy."

"How did you read my mind like that, Uncle Buck, `cause that's exactly what
I was thinking?"

"Weren't no magic to it, Cowboy, and I'm not real sure how it happened but
for one brief moment I could hear your thoughts.

Waddie couldn't remember being held by a naked man before, not even his
dad, but somehow this felt awful damn good.  He not only felt good but more
wanted than any other time in his life.  He felt his buddy, his angel, his
friend, had that right to hold him close any damn time he wanted.  He knew
with the openness of a child there wasn't anything wrong with it.  It
wasn't perverse or something he needed to feel ashamed about. It felt good
to feel his body pressed up against the man he had come to adore in such a
short period of time.

His Uncle Buck just felt right. In his arms was where Waddie belonged.  He
was welcome. He was wanted. He was loved. The big man who was holding him
would have fought with his life in the balance for this boy and did. He had
the medals and scars to prove it.  Buck Claymore had made a commitment to a
frightened little boy and he made a promise to himself that whenever this
child needed the shelter of his arms they would always be open to him.  The
man kept that promise to that child all his life.  Waddie was never turned
away from his buddy's, his angle's arms.

It's not the act of a parent holding his child while nude that's perverse
it's the society that imposes out dated mores due to man's snail like pace
accepting belief systems that work for them instead of living by standards
set down by sheep herders over two thousand years ago.

Buck moved him back just a little and looked down.

"Okay, now, Darlin' Look down there at your Uncle Buck's dick.  What do you
see?"

"It got bigger, straight and hard like mine."

"You wanna' feel it?"

"Sure, if you don't mind. Is it okay?"

"Course it is, Son.  Anytime we're here together with our clothes off you
don't never have to ask.  Just let me know before you do, so's I won't jump
like a bullfrog on a' hot rock and go through the roof.  Okay?  Sometimes
your old Uncle Buck gets a little goosey."  Waddie giggled.

"Sure, Uncle Buck, I'll remember." Waddie knelt down in front of his uncle
and took his huge dick in both his little hands to feel it's hardness and
marveled at it. He very gently took his uncles low hanging balls in his
little hands and gently felt each ball inside.  With his uncle squatting
down in front of him they hung within four inches of the floor.  They
reminded Waddie of a bull he would see sometimes on the property across the
way from the ranch.  Uncle Buck's had to be that big or bigger he'd wager.

"Damn.  You're big all over, Uncle Buck."

"I'm a' thinking you're gonna' be, too, young'un.  When I was your age my
old dick wasn't nearly as big as your's is now."

"Really?"

"I'm telling you the truth.  Later, I'll show you some pictures of me and
your dad when we were just about your age.  But you wanted to know why your
dick got hard like that. Can I feel your's."

"Oh sure, you let me touch your's, it's only fair."  Buck smiled gently and
took hold of Waddie's ample cock.  Ample for his size and age.  Buck wasn't
joking with his nephew, Waddie was quite a bit bigger than he was at five
years old and he was hard as a rock."

"Damn, Waddie, that thing's rock hard !  Is this the first time it ever did
this?"

"Yes Sir.  Ain't never happened to me before.  Is it normal or do I have to
go back to the hospital."  Buck laughed and pulled Waddie to him again.

"No, no . . . Cowboy.  It's normal.  Mine's hard, too.  It means you like
someone's body.  You see them and would like to feel your body touch
their's and then nature sends a lot of blood to your penis and it gets
hard.  It'll go away in a minute."

"When I watched you take your clothes off that's all I could think about
was how wonderful laying next to you might feel."  Buck got choked up from
the innocence of his nephew and the unbridled candor of his unwitting
sentiment.

"That's just about the sweetest damn thing anyone's ever said to this old
cowboy, Waddie.  And, you know why it was so sweet?  Because it came from
the honesty of a an innocent heart.  If all the world could deal with each
other the way you just asked me that question, there would be no more war.
Get up here and we'll just see how it feels. How `bout that?"  He put his
hands under Waddie's arms and raised him up and onto his big bed.  Buck
crawled up beside Waddie and pulled him as close as he could in the spoon
position.  He kissed him on his neck and gently rubbed his little back.

"Well, does it feel like you thought it would, Cowboy?"

"No Sir.  Much better.  I've never had anyone hold me like this Uncle
Buck," he couldn't help himself, he was so overcome by the love he felt
coming from his uncle he started crying. Buck knew why he was crying and
soothed him.  Buck actually felt the depth of this child's pain for an
instant and almost withdrew his hand in disbelief.  He hadn't felt that
much pain shoot through his body when he was wounded.  This small,
beautiful, helpless child so starved for love tugged at his heart like the
chain to a pocket watch on a fat man.

Buck was beginning to carve out a picture of what this little boy had been
through and he didn't like the images that were running through his mind.
Waddie was crying from joy and confusion.  He didn't know how nor if he
should risk accepting Buck's affection because before it had always been
given to him with a string attached.  As quickly as the love starved child
would grab for a small piece it would quickly be pulled away.  Set
up/rejection.  Set up/rejection.  Over and over again.  Now, here he was
laying in the arms of his own personal well spring of love and it was
overwhelming.

Surely he would drown in his uncle's love.  Waddie had never ventured down
the trail that leads to the shore of the waters of belonging.  No one ever
showed him the way.  He wasn't really sure belonging was something meant
for him.  He knew he wasn't perfect but he tried to be good.  He knew
nothing of the gentle ebb and flow of an accepting tide as it gently comes
and goes, rises and falls, gives and takes, to wash over and nourish a
small soul. Nor had he waded, hand in hand, into the shallows of
affection's calming sea.  Now, he found himself in the middle of a
boundless ocean of purest love and he didn't even know how to dog paddle.

"Well, ya' better get use to it, Pilgrim," Buck said in his best John Wayne
imitation, to the small empty vessel in his arms, "`cause your Uncle Buck's
a huggin' fool and once he gets a pretty little boy in his arms he don't
never let go.  Why, I've been known to crawl in a cave in the fall with a
pretty little boy like you; . . . hold him in my arms; . . . tell him I
love him; . . . steal all his kisses he has saved up: . . . whisper to him
how wonderful and special he is; . . . how lucky I am to have a little
buddy like him to hold; . . . and not come out `til spring." Buck growled
like a bear and exchanged Waddie's tears for gales of laughter and giggles.
Then Waddie lay quiet for a moment.

"Something wrong, Darlin'?'

"No, Sir, I was just trying to figure out whether I really did die and this
is heaven."  Buck rolled on his stomach throwing his arm over on top of his
nephew.  He didn't want him to see the water in his eyes.

"No, Sweet baby, you didn't die.  This is how people can be with each
other, Son, without shame or pretense, when they love each other, without
conditions or restrictions, just the honest caring of two buddies enjoying
each other's company. Love flows freely back and forth.  I feel your love
and I know you're feeling mine.  I don't think that smile's left your face
for more'n five minutes since you got here.  But that's good to see, Son,
that's damn good to see. So, as long as we're up here in our world, we
don't wear no clothes.

`Cause with no clothes, everyone's reduced to a common denominator.  That's
a fancy way of saying everybody's on the same level. We're most all born
with the same equipment so no man's better'n any other when he's naked.
`Sides that, it makes you more outgoing when you're out with people.  I
don't know why, it just does, and one other thing I've noticed, it ain't
real easy to lie to a naked man for some reason.

I make an exception for winter time, `cause you really need something to
help conserve your body heat.  We get one of those `blue northerns' come
rolling across the sky, it get colder'n an Eskimo's noonies up here."

"What's an Eskimo noonie, Uncle Buck?"

"These, silly, . . . " Buck reached over and lightly pinched Waddie's teat.
He looked at his uncle with a twinkle in he eye.  Buck knew he was gonna'
get it back for damn sure.

"My dad told me, what ever someone touches on your body, gives you the
right to touch that on their body."  Buck couldn't believe how fast the
kids hands were, got both his teats at the same time, then rolled over on
his belly and laughed his ass off.  Buck couldn't help but laugh. It was
good to see his nephew laugh.

"Now, where were we?  Oh, yes!  If your old man comes over to visit, he's
gotta' take his clothes off, too!  Them's my rules.  No exceptions!  Think
you're gonna' be comfortable with that, Cowboy?"

"I'm more comfortable than I've ever been in my life, Uncle Buck;
especially with you.  You talk with me, Uncle Buck. You take time to
explain things to me, you don't talk down to me, you assume I have some
intelligence, and best of all, you listen to what I have to say.  Ain't
never had nobody do that before, not even my dad.  My dad don't listen to a
thing I say.  He tells me he always knows better because he's bigger and
older. What I have to say don't matter anyway `cause I'm just a kid who
don't know nothing, so why take the time to listen.  That's why I ended up
on the floor of that closet. Nobody listened.  I don't want to end up there
again, Uncle Buck."  Waddie held tight to his uncle and the tears started
again.

"I promise you, it won't happen on my watch, Cowboy. But, if you feel the
urge, you get frightened so bad you need to hide then your old buddy will
be right in there with ya'"

"You can't sit in a closet, Uncle Buck, it's only for kids."  Waddie said
through his tears..

"The hell I can't!  I'd go anywhere my buddy goes if he needs me."

 Buck soothed him and held him.  He didn't tell him to stop, he figured the
boy had a right to a few tears.  Buck was not at all what Waddie had hoped
and prayed for.  He was far more than he might have imagined.  His uncle
was constantly reminding him that, by God, he had a buddy now and they may
as well be conjoined at the hip `cause he wasn't going to let go.  Buck had
committed for the long haul.

Buck was slowly beginning to put together a picture of what daily life must
have been for Waddie in that house.  You certainly couldn't call it a home.
To call it a home meant a family dwelled there.  Buck was beginning to
believe there was nothing resembled a family in that house.  Buck was
beginning to wonder if the bizarre stories that Waddie had told him that
night in the hospital were all that enlarged? Maybe not at all, he thought.

Buck had a huge leather covered couch that he could stretch out on and
read.  He had a bright light at both ends to make reading easier.  He
decided to read for a while as it was early evening.  There was just enough
room for Waddie to lay on it, too, with his back to his uncle.  He laid his
head on Buck's left shoulder.  Buck held his book in his left hand and
turned pages with his right.

After a while, he switched the book to his right hand and began to turn
pages with his left.  Waddie couldn't wait for him to turn the page.  When
Buck raised his left arm to turn the page it open up his pit and the smells
coming from him were the sweet imaginings of Waddie's dreams.  He couldn't
get enough of his uncle's man smell coming from under his arms.

It didn't stink.  It was a powerful, strong, healthy, masculine smell like
it was a signature of his uncle's body.  It was the same musky smell he
smelled when his uncle first brought him into the room.  It was much more
powerful laying there.  He knew that's where the wonderful smell of his
uncle came from and he couldn't get enough.  It was like a strong, powerful
pheromone that made him want to belong to this man and smell like him
someday.  He noticed his pee-pee was starting to act up again.  He made a
mental note to have a talk with it later.  He could see how it might become
embarrassing. He would make sure they come to an understanding and he would
learn to control it.

"Uncle Buck?"

"Yes, Sweet heart?"

"You smell so good. I hope I smell as good as you do someday."

Buck put his book down and pulled Waddie up to his chest and held him
there.  He remembered the nights as a small boy when his mother would visit
relatives in Dallas he'd get to sleep with his dad.  He remembered thinking
the same thing about his old man and wanting to smell like him someday. He
remembered the nights, so many nights, he'd lay his head back on Morgan's
side and lifting Morgan's arm placing it to lay on his head.  He would
drift back to peaceful sleep with his nose shoved as far into Morgan's pit
as possible.

It was like a relaxing, familiar odor of the boy he loved so much
reassuring him of the powerful pull of Morgan's body and his unfailing love
for him orbiting within the space of his dreams.  Morgan shared a portion
of his dreams as well.  Buck wanted him to.  He wanted to be with Morgan
everywhere, always, . . .together, . . . even in his dreams, . . . united
. . . . a thin, silver thread running from their navels to their stilled
and sleeping bodies, hand in hand they'd float off toward the moon,
laughing and playing grab ass, a stolen map of the universe in hand they'd
pinched from a midget time bandit pruning a foul smelling, pink bunkadoo
tree; upward and onward they'd search `til dawn, determined, this time, to
find that elusive body in the heavens never to be seen on any astronomer's
scope . . . . the second star to the right.

"You trying to say Uncle Buck's arm pits are gettin' a little strong?"

"No Sir, Uncle Buck, they could be a little stronger for me.  I ain't never
smelled anybody who smells as good as you."

"Well, we'll clean up before we go to bed.  I'll get you in the shower and
take a soft cloth and bathe you real good."

"You gonna' wash all that good smell off of you?  I could lay there and
smell you all night, Uncle Buck?"  Buck seemed to muse for a minute; he was
tempted but not tonight. He kissed Waddie on the cheek.

"Yeah, tonight we'll shower. Some other night when we're being lazy we
won't and you can smell me all night. But fair's fair! You can't shower
either.  Uncle Buck might like to smell his little buddy's body next to
him.  I know how important those smells can be to a kid.  I use to love to
sleep with my dad and wake up in the night and take deep breaths of his
odor hoping it would make me become more like him. It worked, too!  Once in
a while, I still get a whiff of my old man after he's been working hard and
have to tell ya' little buddy, it still causes Uncle Buck to pop a boner. "
Buck laughed. Waddie did too.

"Can I bathe you, Uncle Buck?"

"Don't see why not.  There's a lot more of me to wash than you, though.
We'll see how good you are at scrubbing your buddy's back.  You know your
dad scrubbed my back for almost twenty years and I scrubbed his.  We always
showered together ever since we was kids."  He laughed to himself.  Both
set of parents were aware that Buck and Morgan showered together.  They had
since the first grade.  Here they were getting ready for their senior prom
still taking their shower together.

"Well, it saves water."  allowed Mr. Claymore.

Buck led the way to his bathroom.  There was the usual equipment with a big
bathtub, but in the corner was a large walk in shower that had plenty of
room for four or five people and had two shower heads.  He and Morgan had
put it in years ago with their two dad's help.  Buck remembered what fun
they had and then the ecstacy of standing under the hot running water of
the shower instead of sitting in that awful, nasty bathtub that would leave
a ring of filth around itself as well as you.

We got them limey bastards to thank for that terrible invention, thought
Buck.  A stuffy British officer told Buck, "You Yanks are weak.  You cry at
the least provocation, where British men, on the other hand, are taught to
be strong and not express their emotions. Why, with all your caterwauling
at the drop of a hat, you Yanks are an embarrassment to real men
everywhere!"  then he wheeled on his very polished boot heel and minced off
amid snickers from the Americans

"`Stiff upper lip my ass!" thought Buck at the time.  Such self-righteous
bull shit had no place on a battlefield especially when your comrades at
arms stepped in to save your bloody ass!  Buck had seen the British
soldiers weeping uncontrollably while holding their fallen comrades in
their arms.  They were no stronger, nor braver than any other men and when
the smoke had cleared, a tear was not the final measure of a man, it was
his deeds.

Buck was squatting down bathing Waddie between his open legs.  Waddie
didn't remember a time when anybody bathed him.  He was lost in his own
world of sensuality.  He didn't understand the concept but he knew he liked
the feeling.  His buddy would do nothing to harm him and he relaxed and
enjoyed Buck's big hand and the soft cloth on his body.  `Damn that thing!
Now this is getting out of hand, . . . there it goes filling up with blood
again and I didn't do nothing to make it do that,' Waddie thought, `Yes',
he thought, `it will be a serious talk.'

`Uncle Buck's done this before,' he thought to himself.  Yeah, he had all
them years to practice on my dad.  No wonder he feels so good, he knows
what he's doing.'  Buck carefully bathed Waddie, turned him around so his
front was facing away from him and pulled Waddie close to his big body.
Waddie stumbled a bit but Buck caught him and steadied him. He could feel
the prickly but soft quality of the hair on his uncle's big chest tickling
his small back. If he leaned back a little, . . .yes, . . .  there,
. . . it's not so ticklish now.

"That's fine, lean back against me, Cowboy.  There, that's good .  You can
always count on a good buddy to lean on, Cowboy, but now, we have to wash
`possible.'"

"What's `possible,' Uncle Buck."  Waddie learned the tone of his uncle's
voice when his mouth was about to void itself of steer manure and braced
himself..

"Ain't nobody never taught you how to bathe yourself, Cowboy?"  he ask in
triple negatives.

"No, Sir. I guess not."

"Well, you wash up as far as possible, . . .  then you wash down as far as
possible, and . . . then you wash possible."  Buck had a hardy laugh at his
own joke. Waddie got this awful look on his face.

"Oh, Uncle Buck, that's really bad."  However, Waddie started giggling
`cause it was so silly.

"You're a tough audience, kid."  Buck laughed.

"Okay, it's time to wash `possible.' Lean back against me and pull the skin
all the way back.  There, that's it. Now let Uncle Buck wash that big thing
gently so's not to hurt ya'."  Waddie did as his uncle asked and watched
this huge mountain of a man's hand gently start to clean the head of his
penis.

"Oh God, Uncle Buck that tickles." Waddie started to jump but he was up
against a man-mountain.  "Hurry up, Uncle Buck, I don't think I can take
much more."  Waddie was giggling but his face had a contorted look. Buck
pulled back and wondered if the boy almost had a dry orgasm.  Waddie turned
in toward his uncle and pressed his body hard against his uncle's while
Buck held him.

"Turn around now and pull it back again to rinse the soap off."  Waddie
slowly turned around and again leaned back against his uncle for support.
He slowly turned his head to look at Buck, then blushed.

"Oh, . . .  you want me to do it for you and were too shy to ask?"  Waddie
nodded his little head in embarrassment.  Buck whispered in his ear.

"My buddy won't never be embarrassed to ask his buddy to help him with
anything from now on, will he, Cowboy?"

"No Sir, Uncle Buck."

"Good!"

  Buck took his rock hard little dick and gently pulled back the foreskin
so the falling water from the shower head could rinse the soap. At the
angle of the falling water where they were positioned the force of the
water was pretty strong. Buck watched Waddie grab his big wrist between his
smaller hands and lock them tightly.  Not to move Buck's hand away but to
keep him there holding on to his dick.  Buck thought this must have become
terribly sensual to his nephew.  Again Buck sensed Waddie didn't want to
ask but his small hands spoke for him, they said, `Please don't take your
hand away, Uncle Buck, I've never felt anything so wonderful in my life!'

 Waddie squirmed and pressed back, hard, against his uncle, almost knocking
him over.  He slightly arched his spine until he stood on tip toe, threw
back his head, took in three short gasps of air, shuddered quite hard three
times, then expelled the gasped air in a slow, controlled, relaxed sigh,
all the while holding his uncle's wrist in a death grip.

Waddie released his grip and turned into his uncle's body again to press
his cheek against his chest and his hands on either side of his head
touching Buck in as many places as his body would allow.  Because of the
uncertainty of what just happened to him he needed to feel his uncle close
to him for emotional support.  He needed his uncle's strength at that
moment. Buck understood and held him. He stood silent enjoying the comfort
of his uncle surrounding him.  Waddie was trying to collect himself.

"You okay, Sweet baby?"

"Yes Sir," Waddie nodded still pressed tightly up against his uncle's
chest, "but I ain't never felt nothing like that before when I washed my
pee-pee.  What happened to me, Uncle Buck?  I feel kind of light headed."

"I think you're growing up, youngster.  I think you just had your first dry
orgasm.  How did it feel?"  Waddie had to stop and think about that one.
It was pretty damn exciting.  It was a little like somebody shocking you
from rubbing their feet on the carpet, but this tingled all over.  He sure
felt good right now, though. He felt like his soul had been put through a
wringer.  He said a prayer of thanks his Uncle Buck was there when it
happened to explain it to him.

"Leaning back on you with your arms around me holding my pee-pee was the
best feeling I ever had and this other feeling came over me that I never
wanted it to stop. It felt better, and better.  Then I leaned against you
harder and it even felt better until something made me feel wonderful all
over. It felt like I was releasing a part of my soul into the air.  It was
like my soul hiccuped. Yeah, I'd say it felt pretty damn good, Uncle Buck.
Can we do it again sometime?"

"Don't see why not, scamp.  But lets get me washed up and get to bed.  It's
getting late."  Waddie took the soapy cloth and washed his uncle's back.
Buck was right, there was one hell of a lot of back there to wash but
Waddie persisted until every inch was cleaned.  Buck stood and rinsed and
thanked him.

"For the sake of time, Darlin', what say you let Uncle Buck wash the rest.
Then on the weekend we'll have more time and you can wash all of me."

"That's fine, Uncle Buck, washing your back kinda tuckered me out anyway."
Buck laughed at Waddie's words.  The kid made him feel good, alive,
purposeful and needed.  Waddie could be unexpectedly funny in his reactions
to things and sometimes painfully honest.  This would be good training for
him, thought Buck, when he had six, . . no, . . eight son's of his
own. Eight boys should be enough with at least one, maybe two, three,
. . .okay half like Waddie.

They got out of the shower and Buck dried Waddie first then dried himself.
He handed the towel to Waddie and squatted down so Waddie could dry his
back.  Waddie was diligent in getting his uncle's back as dry as possible.
They were though in the bathroom. Buck picked him up and carried him into
the bedroom laying him gently in his bed and pulled the covers over him.
He went around to his side, turned off his small lamp by the bed, then lay
down.  Waddie was all the way over on the other side.  His uncle put him
there, if that's where he wanted him to sleep, he'd go to sleep there.

"You gonna' sleep way over there all night, Cowboy?  By yourself?  What if
I get lonely?"

 That's all Waddie needed to be back in those big wonderful arms again.
Waddie was laying with his back to his uncle's front and Buck pulled him up
tight.  Waddie turned his head up to his uncle and met his mouth.  Buck
kissed him with the gentlest of kisses and didn't hurry about it.  Damn,
Waddie thought, ain't never had no one kiss me like that.  I love this man.

"Good night, Cowboy."

"Good night, Uncle Buck."

"I'm glad you're here with me, Son, . . . I love you, Waddie."

"I love you, too, Uncle Buck."

Waddie had never spoken words he meant more than those.  He knew his words
didn't fall on deaf ears nor would his words be soon forgotten or ever
betrayed.

 * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The clothes Morgan brought to the hospital were the only clothes Waddie
had.  Buck called Morgan to see about getting some of his other clothes.
Morgan was really upset on the phone.  Buck knew his brother well and knew
when he was hurting and really pissed.  According to Morgan, his ma got it
in her head Waddie wasn't coming back at all. She thought Morgan had given
Waddie to Buck to raise.  She didn't know!  Morgan never told her anything;
. . . she constantly had to second guess him!  It was his own damn fault
for not letting her know.  She wasn't to blame.  She gave all of Waddie's
clothes and toys away.  His room was cleaned out. Nothing of his was left.

Buck felt an emptiness in his gut and tried his best to console his
brother.  He wasn't having much luck. Morgan said little and that alone
spoke volumes to Buck.  He knew his brother like a favorite book.  How
could Waddie's ma throw his clothes and toys out the day after he was
rushed to the hospital.  He was getting better.  He hadn't died.  Was this
her and her kid's ultimate rejection. How could a mother be that cold?
Morgan didn't find out `til much later Willie did it and Judy took the rap.
She knew if Morgan found out, Willie would be out of the house.  Morgan was
livid.  He didn't speak to them for two weeks. He moved into Waddie's
bedroom and cried himself to sleep night after night.

Buck felt awful for Waddie but the kid surprised him, he didn't shed a
tear.  It was almost like, so what else is new?  He'd been there and back!
Nothing they could do would surprise him anymore.  Waddie looked up at Buck
with his big blue eyes.

"You believe me now, Uncle Buck?"

"I believed you the night you told me, Son, . . .but, if there was ever the
slightest, lingering doubt in my mind, it's gone now."

"Thanks, Uncle Buck." was all he said and let it drop. Buck could tell
something snapped in Waddie.  There was no longer a need for tears.  He was
getting stronger.  Buck could see his little jaw was set. He'd made up his
mind about something.  It was a major decision but he was gonna' keep it to
himself.  Buck decided if it didn't get to Waddie then he wasn't going to
let it get to him.  Buck saw it as a new opportunity. A clean slate!  A new
day!  He was bound and determined that he was going to convey that attitude
to his little buddy.

"Come on, Cowboy, you, me and Grandma Claymore are going downtown.  We're
gonna' get you some clothes." Buck held out his hand for the boy.  Waddie
didn't come to him.  He just stood there looking down at his feet. He spoke
softly.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Buck."

"For what, Darlin.'?"

"For being a bother to you and Ma Claymore."  Buck went to him and scooped
him up to his arms.

"Now, I don't want to here anymore talk like that from you, Cowboy.  You
could never be a bother to me.  Now forget about it and let's go have a
good time."

"Okay, Uncle Buck."  Waddie brightened from his uncle's enthusiasm.  His
Uncle Buck could be infectious.

"That's better!  I wanna' see a big smile on that puss.  Bigger!  That's
about right!"

In a small town you really have no need for a newspaper.  Word gets around
overnight. The whole town heard what Judy did.  No one would speak to her
in the market or where ever she went.  Willie got into some fights in
school `cause the other kids called his mother a cold, heartless bitch.

Dorothy got more and more crazy until her mother talked about putting her
in an institution.  She should've admitted herself and possibly her
daughter's problems might start to diminish.  Dorothy flunked out of high
school her junior year.  She spent more time in bed, on her back, getting
fucked than studying.  She was laying practically every boy in high school
and at least three teachers.  If she had as many dicks sticking out of her
as she had put into her she'd look like a damn porcupine.

Buck marched Waddie, hand in hand, down to the local dry goods department
store on the square.  Between Buck, his ma and Morgan's mother,
Mrs. Lovejoy, they outfitted him with enough clothes for a month's tour of
Europe.  Whatever Buck did you could count on it being big.  He was big.
He thought big.  He did big.  Every thing you could think of for play or
school. Two weeks worth of jeans, socks, T- shirts, several nice western
shirts.

Ma Claymore went with them `cause she and Mrs. Lovejoy shopped together for
years for Buck and Morgan. She called Morgan's mother, Mrs. Lovejoy and
asked her if she'd like to meet them to help pick out things.  She was
waiting for them when they got there.  Buck hugged and kissed her. Buck had
always called her, Ma Lovejoy.

Waddie hugged his grandmother, too.  He loved his Grandma Lovejoy.  She
always smelled like cookies.  The two ladies got busy.  From years of
experience they knew what Waddie would need.  He would be six that summer
and go to school in the fall. He needed everything, they allowed.

Several dozen folks were in and out of the store and Buck introduced Waddie
as Morgan's boy, his God son.  Waddie knew a couple of folks his dad had
done business with. They came over to speak, say hello, and be friendly.
They all knew Buck, too.  It was a wonderful morning but the treat of the
day was his uncle took the four of them to lunch at the local diner.

After they got back, Buck brought a chest of drawers from one of the other
upstairs bedrooms for Waddie's clothes.  Waddie couldn't believe the amount
of clothes he had.  They were new.  They were wonderful.  He was
overwhelmed.  But the most prize possession Buck bought Waddie was two
cowboy hats.  A straw and a felt.  Waddie loved those hats.  He could
almost swear when he looked in the mirror a certain way and squinted his
eyes, . . . he looked a little like Buck.  They both had dimples in their
chins and their faces were square and blocked.

Then his uncle took him to the barber shop where Waddie had his hair cut
into his first crew cut, just like Uncle Buck's.  People started calling
him Buck Jr. and Waddie would just beam.  They knew he wasn't Buck's kid
but they knew Waddie was proud to be with his uncle.  They could almost
feel the love that passed between them.  Yep, they all thought, Buck
Claymore was the right man to pick for that boy's God father.  Looks enough
like him to be his boy.

The end of the month came and Buck didn't get a bill from the store.  He
went by the store thinking they'd forgotten to send one and was ready to
pay in full.  There was no bill.  The town folk got together and paid for
Waddie's clothes.  It got all over town what Judy had done to her son and
it was the town folk's way of saying, "We're sorry, young man, not all
folks are like that." to Waddie.  Buck had to get out his handkerchief and
blow his nose.  He didn't want anyone to notice the water in his eyes.  He
was so touched and proud of his town.  He never would forget that as long
as he lived and paid that community back ten fold.

Buck was still healing from wounds from the war. He hadn't taken a job yet
but he had several lined up his thought about.  He could've gone to Dallas,
Houston, Austin and gotten a great job on his war record alone.  Nope!  He
was gonna' stay right there .  His God son needed him and he wasn't about
to desert the boy.

Linda Sue talked with Buck and they decided on a June wedding.  Buck would
see her two to three evenings per week at her parent's house or go to the
local movie theater.  Buck left Waddie with his parents who came to love
Waddie like their own son.  He was good, minded and didn't ask for much.
Mrs. Claymore would have to talk him into milk and cookies.  He didn't want
to be a bother.  Mr. Claymore was as bad or worse than Buck for picking
Waddie up and holding him. They were in the kitchen having hot coco and
cookies.

"Bess, where's that album of photos we had of Buck when he was a baby and
young boy."

"It's in the hall closet next to the bath. I'll get it for you."

In a minute Mrs. Claymore came back with a large photo album of pictures of
Buck when he was a baby.  They started showing Waddie the pictures and
there was one picture of Buck on a pony that took.  Waddie's breath away.
Mr. and Mrs. Claymore looked at him.  He carefully handed the photo back.

"What's a matter, Son?  Something upset you?"  Waddie could only shake his
head `no.'  Tears were welling up in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." He said softly.  "I thought that was a picture of me and I
didn't understand how you folks could have a picture of me."

Mr. Claymore picked up the pictrure.  He and Mrs. Claymore looked at the
picture and then at Waddie and their mouths dropped open.

"Damned if it don't look just like you, son.  I understand why you might be
frightened." He came around the table and picked him up.  About that time
Buck and Linda Sue came through the kitchen door.  Mr. Claymore sat Waddie
down.  Buck opened his arms wide for his Buddy.  Waddie zoomed right past
him to Linda Sue and they were hugging and kissing and carrying on.

"Oh, Aunt Linda, I'm so glad to see you.  I haven't seen you in a couple of
weeks."

"Don't I even get a hug, Cowboy?"

"I'm sorry Uncle Buck but she's so much prettier than you."

Everyone in the kitchen broke up and Buck hugged him.  Waddie sat and
talked with his Aunt Linda for an hour or more and Buck had to get her
home.  Engagement or no engagement, until she was Buck's wife he was
determined to respect her parent's wishes. Buck was amazed that Waddie and
Linda Sue had that much to talk about but it was non-stop.  No one could
get a word in edgewise and they were both obviously thrilled with each
other.  Linda Sue couldn't keep her hands off Waddie and he ate it up.

"You wanna' ride along, Cowboy, to take your Aunt Linda home."

"I sure do, Uncle Buck."  Hand in hand he and his Aunt Linda walked to the
car.  He opened the door for her like a gentleman, waited `til she was
seated then closed it.  He opened the back seat and jumped in.

"Thank you, Waddie.  That was very thoughtful of you."

They drove over to Linda Sue's house and Waddie got to look at all the
Christmas decorations people put up and the town had strung across the main
street.  It looked like a land of enchantment.  They arrived and Uncle Buck
opened the door for Linda Sue to escort her into the house.  His uncle told
him to get in the front seat to ride back with him.  He waited until Uncle
Buck took Linda Sue in and it was only a minute before he came bounding
down their front stairs and into the car.  Buck started he car and headed
back to his parents house.  He noticed Waddie seemed in great spirits.
Buck hadn't seen the kid that happy since he'd been living with them.

"Can I ask you something, Cowboy?"

"Sure, Uncle Buck?"

"What'd you do to that lady to make her love you?  She can't talk about
nothing else but you..  She was pissed I didn't bring you along on our
date."

"Aww, I understand you and her need to be alone together.  Besides, I love
your Mom and Dad.  They make me feel loved and wanted. I enjoy staying with
them."  Waddie paused for a minute,.  "Would you be upset if I told you I
heard there was another man in town who loved Aunt Linda."

"Tell me!  Tell me!  Who is he?  If I catch him, Why, . . .why . . . . I'll
muderate him . . . . I'll break both his arms . . . . then I'll break both
his legs . . . . then I'll grind him up and then I'll do it all over again.
Who is he, young'un?" Buck did a mock jalousie routine with a little Lou
Costello thrown in for flavor.

"Me, silly."

"Oh, well, . . . I'll have to handle you differently.  I'll murderate you
with hugs and kisses.  Why, if anything were to happen to you on my watch,
Cowboy, . . . your old Uncle Buck better pack his bags, `cause your Aunt
Linda would kick my cowboy butt."

"Really, Uncle Buck?"

"Ain't kiddin' around with ya', Cowboy, ain't bullshit'n ya' none
neither. She thinks you're some kind of wonderful." Buck shook his head.

"Well, I think she's pretty special too."

That was the second time someone referred to him as `wonderful.'  Waddie
didn't think he was wonderful.  He just thought he was a normal kid.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Waddie didn't want to think about going back home.  He hated the thought
but his dad needed him and he couldn't let him down.  Morgan had been over
for a long visit with him the day before and had to take off all his
clothes.  He'd never seen his dad naked before but he was impressed by what
a well developed body his dad had and his dick was almost as long as Uncle
Buck's but not as big around.

Buck went to his small kitchen in the back.  He converted a large sun porch
area into a small kitchen for himself so he wouldn't have to put on clothes
and run downstairs.  He was getting Morgan a beer and Waddie a soda.
Morgan and Waddie were laying across Buck's huge bed talking.

"Daddy, this is the first time I've ever seen you naked.  Are you
uncomfortable around me naked?"

"A little, but not too much.  Come over here and let me hold you."'

"Can I touch you down there, Dad?"

"I was afraid you weren't gonna' ask."  Morgan looked pouty as he took
Waddie in his arms.  Waddie reached his hand down and felt his dad's dick
and then gently felt his balls in their sack.  His dad's dick started
growing and growing until it was rock hard.

"Don't worry about that, Dad, it'll go away, and I was wondering what it
would feel like to lay next to your body, too.  See . . . ?"  Waddie showed
him his dick and it was rock hard. Morgan giggled as he reached down and
felt his son.

"Damn, Son!  How long you been poppin' boners?"  Buck walked in and handed
Morgan his beer and sat Waddie's soda on the night table on a coaster.

"Since his first night here."  Buck answered for Waddie.

"Yeah, I been gettin' `em pretty often. It happens most times when I watch
or help Uncle Buck take his clothes off.  I got one when I watched you take
yours off today, too, Dad., but they go away."

"I guess my boy's growing up.  Given any thought about when you might want
to come home, Son."  Morgan tried to sound casual and not pushing.

"No Sir, I haven't.  I love it here with Uncle Buck and his parents but I
miss you, Dad.  I want to stay here through the holidays because they were
never very fun for me at home."

"I'm sorry, baby, I know they weren't and I think you should stay through
the holidays.  Buck and his Mom and Dad love Christmas and go all out for
it.  I can come and spend some time with you at Christmas."

"I'd like that, Dad.  I'd like to stay another two weeks after that and
then come home.  The middle of January."

"That soon?  I thought you might want to stay until after Buck and Linda
Sue get married?"

"You don't need me, Dad?"

"Of course I do!  I'll always need you but I can come in to see you like
today and weekends I might stay a night with you and your God father if I'm
invited."  He raise the volume of his voice to kid Buck."

"Since when, in all these years do you need an invitation to your own home,
bro?  You been family to damn long to need an invitation to your second
home. You're welcome here anytime, day or night, and you know it! You've
still got a closet full of clothes here, for cries sake!  So, don't gimme'
no shit!"  Buck smiled real big, winked at Morgan and Morgan giggled.

"Have you said anything to Waddie about tonight?"  Buck asked Morgan.

"No, I was gonna' let you do it.  It's your place, and since he's in your
charge, you should tell him. I'm grateful, Buck, for you taking care of
Waddie for me.  It's really been a God send to have you look after him.
He's more comfortable here than I've ever seen him and I'm comfortable with
him being here, too.  I'd appreciate it if you'd consider keeping him `til
you and Linda Sue get hitched.  Then if he wants to he can come home.  I've
decided I ain't gonna' make him come home.  He has the choice.  There's no
use him coming home if he's gonna' be miserable."  Waddie excused himself
and went off to the bathroom.

"Well, Lord, . . .  he's no bother at all. He's like having at little
brother around and he keeps me busy and out of trouble.  He goes everywhere
with me.  I feel like I've forgotten something if I leave the house without
him.  You're probably doing me a greater favor than I'm doing you.  I'll be
honest with you Morgan, that kid is the greatest thing you've ever done.

I don't love him just because he's your's, I love him for who he is.  I'm
not trying to be mean, brother, but I wonder sometimes if you ever took the
time to get to know him really well.  People aren't lying to you when they
tell you, you have a treasure in that boy" Waddie returned to sit on the
bed close to his dad.  He liked to sit with a hand on Morgan.  It brought
him comfort to touch his dad.

"Waddie, this is Friday night." said Uncle Buck, "The first Friday of the
month, two of my buddies and most times your dad come over and we play
poker.  Now, . . .  you can stay up here with us, listen to the radio or
read, what ever you want to do but your dad and I are going to be tied up
for several hours. Or if you want to pull your clothes on and go downstairs
Mom and Dad would love to have you visit.

"Okay, Uncle Buck. If it's all right with you, I got some stuff to play
with and if I get sleepy I'll crawl up on the bed and throw that comforter
over me.  I'll be fine.  I won't make noise."

"That's a Sweet baby."  Buck opened his big arms and Waddie went to him to
be hugged and kissed.  Buck would do that with the boy no less than fifteen
to twenty times a day.  Waddie ate it up. He'd never been shown so much
attention in his life and he was determined to be a good boy to make his
Uncle Buck proud of him.  He didn't want to be a problem and have to go
home quite yet.  He knew he'd have to eventually but he wasn't going to
think about bad things right now.

Waddie wondered to himself whether Uncle Buck's no clothes rules would
apply to his card playing buddies.  Surely not, he thought to himself.
Time passed and the other two men arrived.  Both were curious to meet
Buck's nephew living with him. Uncle Buck introduce him to the first man to
get there.  His name was Gary Stiles and was the owner of the local market.
Stiles was a short stocky man built like a fire plug.  He had huge arms and
a decent body.  He had been a running buddy of Buck's and Morgan's for
years.  Buck was his best man at his wedding.  He now had six kids and was
expecting a seventh this summer. He had an personality that everybody
liked.  He was a good provider for his family and a good business man.  He
was admired by most of town.  He always had a good word for everyone.

When the other man walked through the door Waddie almost freaked.  He
wanted to run and hide his nakedness but he didn't.  It wasn't because the
man was ugly or a horror.  He was the most handsome, beautiful man Waddie
had ever seen and he made Waddie feel very nervous for some reason.  He
tried to hide it from his dad and uncle.  The man was about six-four and
around two hundred thirty well packed pounds.  He was wearing a deputy
sheriffs uniform with a gun belt.  The man's eyes immediately found
Waddie's and a look came over him that made Waddie's stomach churn. He
thought he was going to piss until the man smiled the sweetest smile at
him.  Then he winked at Waddie telling him don't be nervous I know what
you're thinking but it's okay.  We'll be friends.

"Quinton, come over here and meet my nephew, Morgan's boy.  Waddie I want
you to meet Mr. Quinton Tate. Quinton this is Waddie Lovejoy, my nephew."
The beautiful man held out his hand and Waddie shook hands with him.  Their
eyes never left each other's from the time he walked into the room.  They
were shaking hands and still their gaze was locked on each other."

"Good to meet you, Waddie.  Heard a lot of nice things about you."

"Thank you, Mr. Tate." Waddie's little hand was shaking and Quinton Tate
felt it.

"Something wrong, Son."  Quinton ask Waddie, again looking in his eyes.
Waddie thought, `I can't lie to the man, tell him the truth.'

"Yes Sir. It's . . . just . . . ." he looked at his uncle for help but Buck
didn't have a clue, "it's just I've never seen a man as handsome as you and
it make me nervous being naked in front of you. I had a long talk with my
pee-pee about not getting hard when I saw somebody I'd like to feel laying
next to me.  It didn't listen to a damn thing I said; just look at it."
Waddie's dick was at full salute. The men all giggled.

"Come'mer . . . ."  Quinton held his arms open for Waddie and Waddie could
feel his pull like a magnet.  As guarded as his brain might've been his
little legs had a mind of their own and immediately reacted to the man's
offer.  Quinton hugged him and pushed him back away. Quinton glanced at
Buck and Buck winked and nodded to Quinton.  He took Waddie's small hand
and guided it to his leg in front of his crotch.

"Feel that."

Waddie felt and felt again, then smiled real big.

"That for me, Mr. Tate?"

"`Fraid so, youngster."

"Wow!" exclaimed Waddie.

"Son," Uncle Buck addressed Waddie, "every man and women in this town are a
mess when they first meet Quinton.  I damn near pissed my pants the first
time I met him, . . .and, yes, I was nervous as a cat on coffee." allowed
Uncle Buck "He made me so damn nervous I could hardly talk to him.  Ain't
that right, Quinton?"

"Sure is, Waddie, but he got over it soon's we made friends."

"Not true!" corrected Buck, "You still make me nervous as a whore in
church, I just hide it better."  Everyone laughed.

"Think he makes you nervous now, wait `til he gets his clothes off."  said
Mr. Stiles.

"That's the only damn reason we have the poker party at Buck's `cause of
his `no clothes' rule.  Hell, it's just so's we all get to see Quinton in
the buff."  added Waddie's dad.  They all laughed at that.

Waddie didn't know whether he was gonna' like that or not but Quinton sure
felt good and he sure smelled good and he sure said all the right words and
Waddie just knew he was falling in love.  He couldn't take his eyes off
Quinton and his dick was still rock hard.  He was kinda proud of himself
though, it's the first one he'd had in thirty minutes.  To make matters
worse, Quinton couldn't take his eyes off of Waddie all the while he was
taking his clothes off.

Quinton finally got his clothes off and stood buck naked in front of Waddie
so he could get a full look at him.  He had beautiful body of well defined
muscles. He looked like his body had been chiseled out of granite.  It was
obvious he was proud of his body and took good care of it with exercise and
proper diet. He looked like a God.  As he stood there Waddie could see his
eight and half inch cock start to rise until it was sticking straight up
his belly.  Then he squatted on his haunches and again opened his arms.
Waddie didn't need a second invitation. Quinton picked Waddie up and held
him close and kissed him behind the ear.

"Was that one for me, too, Mr. Tate?'

"You know it, Cowboy.  You're still hard as a rock.  If you don't stop that
it's gonna' pull the skin back on your face `til you look like a Chinaman."
Waddie knew Quinton was bull shit'n him and he giggled.

"I know, . . .  I'm sorry, Mr. Tate. Just watching you take your clothes
off did it. Uncle Buck says it's happens when you look at someone and
imagine how your body would feel close to theirs.  Quinton smiled real big
at Waddie.

"Don't worry , Waddie," said Gary Stiles, "look at me, he does the same
damn thing to my dick."

"You know how you feel about me, Waddie?"

"Yes Sir."

"I walked in that door and couldn't take my eyes off you, Remember?"

"Yes Sir."

"And you watched my old dick get hard a minute ago, right?"

"Yes Sir."

"Well, that was for you."

"Really, Mr. Tate?"

"Sure was! And call me Quinton, Son."

"Yes Sir.  Why did you get hard for me, Quinton?"

"For the same reason you did.  I saw you sitting there and I thought to
myself, "Damn, that has to be one of the best looking kids I've seen in a
long time. I can't take my eyes off of him.  He's gonna' get nervous and
upset with me staring at him like that.  Then I thought, I just can't help,
he's too damn good looking.  He's looking at me and he's feeling something
too.  I wonder if he'll like me?  I know I'll like him!  The next thing I
knew my pee-pee was getting hard.  It's normal, Waddie, but you know what?"

"What Quinton?"

"That's a great compliment to pay someone when you look at them and think
their so nice to look at it makes your dick hard.  Now look at your's, it's
gone down now and so's mine.  We're buddies now and we won't worry about it
anymore, Okay?"

"Okay Quinton.  But if you see me staring at you it's `cause I can't help
it"

"Won't bother me a bit, but if you catch me looking back don't get
embarrassed, just wave."

"Okay, thanks Quinton.  Damn you smell good."

"You do, too, little man."

"Will you two knock off the love affair!  Get your naked butt over here,
pretty boy, and lose some money." bellowed Buck.

Quinton put Waddie down but Waddie didn't want him to.  He crawled up on
his uncle's bed with his coloring book and box of crayons.  He was really
good at coloring now. He use to not stay in the lines.  Now he was good at
it.  He looked up, and thought it was probably unusual to see four grown
men playing poker, naked..  But, the more he thought about it the less
unusual he thought it was.  `One thing's for damn sure,' Waddie thought,
`no one's hiding an ace up their sleeve.'

The game went on and on and Waddie was getting sleepy.  He lay his head
down to rest for just a minute.  Quinton asked Buck if he could put Waddie
to bed.  He really liked Waddie a lot. Next thing Waddie knew there was a
handsome, naked, angel picking him up and gently putting him in bed.  he
was telling him what a handsome young man he was and he hoped his son would
be as good looking.  Do angels have kids, he wondered?  Damn, but this one
is a pretty one. Aww, too damn sleepy to get hard, he thought.  Waddie
passed into peaceful sleep as his guardian angel for the evening, Quinton
Tate, tucked the covers around him and kissed him on the forehead.

"Good night, Cowboy.  Sweet dreams."

Waddie dreamed of his beautiful new friend, Quinton, laying next to him and
his pee-pee got hard.  Quinton put his clothes on, said his goodbyes, drove
home, showered, went to bed and dreamed of Waddie laying next to him, his
little body pulled up close to Quinton's.  He dreamed of protecting him,
loving him as Waddie's big brother, being his friend, teaching him things,
but mostly holding him close and he got an erection.  His last thought
before he drifted off was, "Damn, there's just something about that kid
that turns me on.  That shouldn't be too surprising, he thought, you've had
a crush on his uncle for years.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The holidays came. Thanksgiving then Christmas.  It was the first time
Waddie ever felt wanted at Christmas and a part of a family.  He had become
in integral part of the Claymore family and also the Davenports.  He spent
quite a bit of time with his Aunt Linda and they continued to grow closer.
He could see she truly loved and adored Buck but there was a deep sadness
that he could sense.  Sometimes he would ask her about it.

"Aunt Linda, . . . sometimes you get a far away look in your eyes like your
looking for someone who isn't here."  She looked down at Waddie and smiled.

"You're not a mind reader, are you, Waddie?" she looked at him an smiled.
Waddie looked down and shook his head `no.'  "I guess you're right.
Occasionally, when I'm with you, I think of another little boy I use to
know, about your age and wonder where he is today.  That's all, . . . now,
what were we talking about.  Oh, yes, I remember.  Your Uncle Buck is going
to start teaching you to rope and you want to become a cowboy.  You sure
you want to become a cowboy?"

"Yes Ma' am.  Cowboys are good, strong, brave men and a cowboy don't never
tell a lie."

"Well, if that's what you really want, I'm sure you'll be one of the best."
his aunt-to-be allowed.

"Aunt Linda?"  Waddie spoke softly.

"Yes, dear?'

"I would never lie to you."  Waddie looked his aunt in the eyes and she
felt a deep need for him to tell her something.

"I believe you, Sweet heart.  I would trust anything you tell me."

"Good!  You'll see that little boy again.  I can't tell you when but you
will.  Aunt Linda this has to be between you and I.  You can't even tell
Uncle Buck."  Linda Sue looked at Waddie and didn't know what to think but
she could tell this was of the utmost seriousness to him.  There was no
joking in his demeanor.

"I appreciate you telling me, Waddie and it'll be our secret.  I'll never
tell another soul. Not even Buck.  I promise but can I ask how you know."

"Don't be mad, Aunt Linda but I can't tell you.  I shouldn't have told you
that much but you look so sad sometimes when you're with me I feel it all
the way down here."  Waddie pointed to his stomach. Linda Sue hugged him to
her and held him for a minute.

"I could never be mad at you, Waddie.  You mean far to much to me to ever
be angry with you."

Linda Sue had indeed fallen in love with this little man.  She knew from
talk around the town when she was home from her work in Dallas that Morgan
had a son but she never saw the child.  They never seemed to have him with
them.  Then too, she would only come home for short periods of time and she
wasn't into the town gossip. But ever since that first afternoon at the
hospital she found herself becoming more and more comfortable with him and
had to admit to Buck she loved him deeply. She even told Buck if he
entertained thoughts of Waddie living with them after they were married,
she thought it would be a wonderful ideal.  In fact, told him she hoped
he'd consider it.

Christmas was centered around Waddie with the Claymore family. Ma and Pa
Claymore had opened their hearts to the boy and loved him.  They couldn't
believe how mature Waddie's reasoning and intuitive abilities were.  He
would come up with something that sounded way out at first but when you got
to thinking about it, his idea was simple, elegant but best of all,
workable.  Then sometimes he could be as naive and honest as the child he
was.

 The family went to midnight services.  Waddie went with his uncle and aunt
and sat with them in church.  Morgan sat with Judy, Willie and Dorothy.
Waddie winked at his dad but ignored Judy and her kids.  His uncle was
holding him in his lap and he made the mistake of laying his head up
against his uncle's chest and the drone of the pastor's voice in the warm
church turned his lights out.  He was fast asleep.  They brought him home
and Buck gently carried him upstairs and put him to bed.

Buck kissed Waddie on the forehead and returned to the living room to set
up his nephew's Christmas.  Buck got him an electric train he set up to run
around under the tree.  It had a whistle and puffed real smoke.  He also
got him a fire truck to play with. Willie had given or thrown away all of
his toys so these would be his first new toys.  The only problem was every
day brought another town member by with a cheerfully wrapped gift for "the
boy," they would say.  Waddie had a stack of presents from the town folk
almost as tall as he was.  .

Waddie had asked for nothing.  They couldn't get him to say that he wanted
anything.  He didn't believe in Santa Clause `cause Willie and Dorothy
popped that bubble a couple of years ago.  He never had a real Christmas He
didn't know what to expect.  Secretly, he was afraid to ask for anything
because Judy told him if he asked for anything for Christmas he could count
on getting nothing.  Also, he was so comfortable living with his uncle and
Ma and Pa Claymore he was afraid to ask for anything as it might make him
seem ungrateful.  He was told so often by Judy and her kids that everything
bad that happened to him was his own fault.  It was because he'd been a bad
boy and didn't deserve anything good.  He wondered about it, but thought
they must know.

Christmas morning came and Buck awoke before Waddie.  He rolled over to see
if he could see an eye ball peeking out but Waddie was out.  Buck got up
and went to the bathroom to piss and brush his teeth.  When he came back he
saw Waddie laying there awake.  Here it was Christmas morning and most kids
would be up screaming and running downstairs to see what Santa Clause
brought them.  Waddie just lay there smiling up at his uncle.

"Good morning, Buckaroo. How's my favorite cowboy this morning?"  He kissed
Waddie on the forehead.

"I feel good this morning, Uncle Buck.  Merry Christmas!"  Buck stopped
dead in his tracks.

"Well, thank you, Darlin,' you're the first one this morning to wish me a
Merry Christmas and a Merry Christmas to you, too.  You wanna' get up, go
down stairs, and see if Santa left anything for you."

"I'm sure he didn't Uncle Buck.  He don't know I'm here and besides he
never brought me nothing over at my Dad's.  I was always too bad a boy
during the year to get anything from Santa and I sure as hell ain't been no
saint this year."  Buck was sad but chuckled at Waddie's opinion of
himself.  `I should be so bad as you, little man.' Buck thought to himself.

"Well, you just never know.  It might be worth a look-see, don't you
think?"

"Yes Sir.  Besides I do like to look at the tree."  Buck quickly dressed
him and led him down the stairs to the living room.  Ma and Pa Claymore,
his Aunt Linda, and his dad was there.  He was so happy to see all of them
he didn't even see the toys under the tree.  He sat down next to his dad
and looked at the toy train going around on it's track.  He saw the bright
red fire truck and thought they were wonderful.  His uncle came to the
couch where he and his dad were sitting and sat on the floor next to him.

"Hey, Cowboy.  Ma Claymore got up last night and came in here and found
Santa Clause putting down all those toys for you.  Those are all yours."
Waddie's eyes got really big but not from joy.  Buck saw a look of fear,
almost terror, mixed with pain come across his little face.  Rather than
run to them, Waddie looked at his dad , his Aunt Linda, then his Uncle
Buck, quickly turned and bolted from the room to climb the stairs back up
to Buck's room.  Buck looked at Morgan to see if he was going after Waddie.

"He needs his buddy, now, brother.  More than ever." Morgan said with tears
in his eyes.

"I'll be with him.  Go on without us.  I may be a while."  Buck told his
loved ones.

Buck followed him up, broken hearted, by Waddie's reaction but he knew it
wasn't the kid's fault.  He was unprepared and overwhelmed. They wanted to
show him their love but to a fragile, still healing mind, it was too much,
too soon.  Waddie was literally frightened to death of the situation. No
one told him how he should react.

Buck finally traced the sounds of sobbing to his large closet and opened
the door.  There he found the boy in the very back of the closet pressed as
tightly into the corner as he could get crying his heart out.  Buck lost
it.  He couldn't remember the last time he cried.  He wasn't so macho that
he cared if anyone saw him, he just didn't do it.  He did that morning.  He
didn't try to talk Waddie out of the closet.  He went in the closet, closed
the door, sat next to Waddie, pulled him into his lap; they sat there, in
the dark of the closet, in the corner and cried together.  One very small
child and one very large child clinging desperately to each other for
understanding.

"I'm so sorry, Waddie.  I didn't mean to frighten you or overwhelm you.
The folks who love you wanted to show you their love by making this a
wonderful Christmas for you.  Santa really did come by and leave those
things for you.  Why, our house was his first stop, he told mom.  He told
her it was because you'd been such a good boy this year."

"Really, Uncle Buck?"

"You know you're buddy wouldn't lie to you.  I wouldn't hurt you for the
world, Sweet baby.  I'm gonna' sit here with you until we work this thing
out . . . you . . .me . . . together.  I want to know how you feel and why.
I want you to trust Uncle Buck and tell him."

"I saw all those pretty things, Uncle Buck, and wondered who they might be
for. They were so bright and new with ribbons and beautiful bows.  I didn't
expect you to tell me they were for me.  I ain't never had nothing like
that and I had to get away.  I'm sorry.  Why would Santa leave me anything
anyway?"

"Because you're a good boy, Son.  How many times a day do I tell you you're
a good boy?"

"A goodly number, I suppose."

"Yeah, I do.  Now, I don't want you to do nothing you don't wanna' do.  Do
you want to go back down and play with some of the things under the tree?
I can teach you to run the train."

"No Sir, I just want to stay here a while.  I feel better in here, Uncle
Buck."

"Okay, but I'm not leaving you.  I'm gonna' sit right here with you until
you decide to come out. If it takes a week.  If it takes a month.  We don't
have to go downstairs.  We can lay on the bed `til you feel better."

"It's silly for you to stay in here with me, Uncle Buck.  Corners of
closets are for kids."

"Bull shit!  Inside me there's a kid that will sit with your kid as long as
it takes, Cowboy."  Waddie thought about it for a while.  He couldn't stand
his big uncle sitting on the floor of the closet.  It was his fault. He
should've remembered his uncle telling him the next time he felt the need
for a closet he would be in there with him.

"I suppose I'd be all right, Uncle Buck, if'n we move to the bed.  It's
awfully cramped and dark in here for you."

"Now, don't do this for me, Cowboy.  I'll stay here with you as long as it
takes. If I'm gonna' be your buddy I have to be your buddy in all things,
right?"  Waddie found his uncle's cheek and kissed him gently.

"I guess so, but . . I think I'd like think I'd like to move to the bed,
too.  Closets aren't as safe as I once thought they were. You just never
know anymore who you're gonna' run into." Buck had to think about that one
for a minute, then realized his sweet, lovable, innocent, nephew had made a
joke at his expense. He tried not to laugh but kept gulping down air.

"Is it okay, if I laugh at that, Cowboy?"

"Yes, silly, it was a joke!"  Buck let it all out and roared with
laughter. Everyone in the living room wondered what the hell was going on
up there.

"What say we move to the bed, Uncle Buck?"

"Okay, Cowboy.  Here we go."  Buck picked him up and came out of the
closet.  Ma Claymore never came in Buck's room but she was in the hall
knocking lightly on the door.  Buck sat Waddie on the bed and went to the
door and opened it a bit.

"We were worried and I was voted the one to come and check on the two of
you.  Everything all right, Son?  Anything we can do to help?  Waddie has a
visitor downstairs."

"Thanks Ma. I'll tell him. It may be a little while.  These things can't be
rushed.  We'll be down in a little bit.  He needs some love'n from his
buddy right now.  He'll be fine."  His mom told him to holler if they
needed anything.  Buck went back to the bed and lay on his back on his side
of the bed.

"Come'mer, Cowboy, let your buddy hold you a spell."  Waddie didn't
hesitate and was enveloped in Buck's huge arms.  Waddie always felt safe in
his uncle's big arms.  That's it, he thought, the closet isn't safe anymore
because Uncle Bud's arms now feel safer.  He melted on top of his uncle.

"Uncle Buck, I'm spoiling everyone else's Christmas. I can't do that.  I'm
growing up, you told me so yourself. If I'm growing up, I have to think of
other folk's feelings.  I'm ashamed of myself, Uncle Buck."  Buck stole a
kiss from Waddie and grinned real big.

"When you start to think of other folk's feelings `sides your own,
. . .yeah, Son, that's a sure sign you're growing up."

"Good, I like that feeling.  Come on, Uncle Buck, show me how to run that
train."

"Be happy to, Buddy." Buck once again gathered Waddie into his arms, looked
him in the eye and stole another kiss. Waddie giggled.  He carried Waddie
down the stairs and the family had waited patiently.  And there waiting in
the living room, sitting next to his dad was that most beautiful and
handsome of men, his buddy, Quinton Tate.  Waddie ran to Quinton who had
his arms out to catch him.  He picked Waddie up , hugged and kissed him.

There was never anymore shyness between the two of them but neither could
take his eyes off the other.  His buddy had stopped by to bring him a
present and to say Merry Christmas.  Quinton was invited to stay with the
family for Christmas dinner and he was thrilled to accept.  Waddie was
happy too. He just never seemed to get enough of Quinton.

He was sitting in Quinton's lap watching the adults open presents and felt
Quinton's snake wiggling in his levis.  Waddie made sure he wasn't noticed
reached behind his back and under his butt to pet Quinton's snake.  It
responded nicely.  They locked eyes as Waddie was petting his snake.
Quinton winked at Waddie and they double over with laughter.  The family
couldn't figure out what the hell they were laughing at.  Buck and Morgan
knew.  Waddie and Quinton's were playing pet the little green snake.

"Come on, Waddie, let's see if we can make this here train run."  Waddie
looked and stopped a minute.

"Ma, Pa Claymore, Aunt Linda and dad and you too Uncle Buck; I'm sorry I
acted childish earlier.  I felt afraid and I don't know why."  Aunt Linda
put her arms around him and hugged him.  They forgave him.

>From then on, Waddie took to Christmas like a duck to water. Waddie's
favorite gift he received for Christmas, was from his Uncle Buck.  It was a
genuine junior rodeo roping rope.  Uncle Buck told him he was gonna' start
teaching him to rope after Christmas.  Waddie showed Quinton his rope and
Quinton's eyes lit up.

 "I can teach you some roping tricks Waddie.  I been roping since I was in
grade school."

"Yeah, Waddie," said his dad, "Quinton's won a lot of rodeo's. He pretty
damn good."

Waddie loved the gathering of families and everyone sitting around talking
and enjoying each other's company. He got to spend some time with his
dad. His dad came over and spent the night with him and his uncle. Since
Quinton was alone for Christmas, Waddie felt a comradeship with him and was
with him `til he went home that evening.  Quinton told him it was one of
the best Christmas's he'd ever had and how much Waddie contributed to it.
They shed a tear in each other's arms when they said goodbye.

During the holidays his dad would drive by, pick him up to drive to the
Dairy Queen for a shake.  His dad was different; Waddie was convinced he
was changing.  He began to listen and be interested in what Waddie had to
say.  Morgan began to see his son in a new light He was beginning to
rediscover the treasure he had in his boy.  Waddie thought he surprised his
dad that he could talk to him.  Morgan was making a concerted effort to
regain his son's affections.  He never put down or seemed jealous of
Waddie's love for Buck, Linda Sue, Ma and Pa Claymore, or Ma and Pa
Davenport.

Waddie was even getting to see Morgan's parents on a regular basis.  Judy
hated them so she made sure they got to see him as little as possible.  In
his five years he could only remember visiting with them three times.  They
were overjoyed that Buck would be so willing to share.  The Lovejoy's loved
their grandson and he loved them.

When all the presents had been unwrapped, Waddie had a stack of toys,
games, children's records for him new phonograph.  Children's books.
Clothes.  He was so boggled by the end of Christmas day he was exhausted.
He had a physical and emotional tired-on, but it was a good tired feeling
as his beloved uncle carried him up the stairs, gently removed his clothes,
tucked him into bed, and kissed him.

"Merry Christmas, Cowboy, I love you." Buck whispered to his nephew who's
boat had all ready set sail for the land of nod.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

And what does a five year old, junior rodeo, roping cowboy dream about?

Visions of sugar plum fairies did not dance in this cowboy's head. Ugg! He
hated fairies! `Vicious, nasty little critters!'  he thought.  Waddie's
dreams had bigger fish to fry that night. His uncontrollable buddy between
his legs couldn't produce smegma but his fertile little mind was still
moist and dripping from spending the entire afternoon with a
pulchritudinous deity.  Not only did this God consumep his simple offerings
of love he laid on his alter, he returned them to his feet and worshiped
him in kind.

(Mortal boy captures heart of local God - film at eleven.)

It might have presented a problem for anyone of lesser invention than our
hero's childlike brain.  He took it all in and mentally wallowed in it like
Scrooge Mc Duck, swimming through his money.  In a light hazy sleep,
Quinton's masculine odors that had rubbed off onto his body, started his
mind to search for him.  He must be near!  I can almost feel him!  I know I
can smell him.  I want to see him again.

If only he could be alone with his friend as he might imagine, with Waddie
in control of the whole scene.  Writer, director, player all rolled into
one staggering talent.  `Ah ha,' he thought, `I would tell him in these
here parts what I say, goes!  You have to do any damn thing I tell you to.
He smiled to himself and sent a sharp reprimand to his dick, `Oh get hard,
damn you, I'm going to sleep.'

These thoughts and memories were running through his mind just before he
drifted off, the time between the click-in of alpha and beta, a gentle time
of `coasting' he called it; not yet fully asleep but not really awake
either.  A nether region in which you could create wonderful worlds of your
own.  Where anything was possible.  You only had to . . .

Sheriff Waddie found himself on a beautiful ranch with rolling hills as far
as the eye could see.  They gently ran down to a crystal blue sea where the
surf crashed against huge rocks and formed a frothy white foam.  White
birds sailed gracefully in the updrafts of air from a small cliff.  It was
warm and he felt comfortable dressed only in his cowboy boots and big felt
hat; necessary, for any real buckaroo, he was convinced.

 Over his shoulder he carries his junior rodeo, roping rope in case he
spots a stray dogie.  He'd rope and nail that sucker right there and leave
if for his band of rough and randy ranch hands who were also experts at
rustling hugs and kisses.  Why, them varmints would steal a kiss from you
faster'n a flea on a dog.  He had to watch them every minute.  He only had
so many to go around and he was saving them up for his buddy.

Younder, in the distance, rides an incredibly handsome cowboy on a spirited
black stallion.  The nervous beast is no problem for the cowboy because
he's an expert horseman.  He reigns the fearsome beast in tight, not giving
it it's head.  It would go where the cowboy directed it to go.  It argued
but finally accepted the powerful, muscular buckaroo's will.  It would go
his way.  This cowboy was in control and not the beast.  There was no
doubt!

As he approached, Sheriff Waddie could see he was a drifter, a saddle
tramp, who lived in dreams to seduce young, good looking, ropin,' rodeo
cowboys.  Waddie marveled at the size and strength of muscle in the animal
as it played back and forth to the solid muscle in the cowboy's arms and
shoulders.  They were a handsome sight.  A powerful man on a beautiful
black stud with the biggest damn dick Waddie had ever seen.

(The horse, Son, not the saddle tramp; pay attention!)

The cowboy on the horse wore a big wide brimmed felt hat pushed back on his
head, a brown, sweat stained, leather vest, and a beautiful pair of dark
brown western boots with magnificent hand wrought, fine tooled, silver
spurs on the heel that would jingle musically from time to time. (That's
was all he wanted the cowboy drifter to wear so that's all he could wear.
It was his dream, damn it! And he was, don't forget, the law in these here
parts!)

Waddie's dick got hard immediately. The handsome cowboy's face was his
buddy, Quinton's.  Sheriff Waddie smiled up at the handsome drifter.

"Howdy stranger! New in these here parts?"

"Yep. Sheriff, I'm just a' passing through."

"Well, just make sure you do or I'll have to throw your ass in jail.
`Cause this here badge says I'm the law around these here parts.  You
gotta' do anything I tell you to. Understand, stranger?"

"I understand, Sheriff, I promise to be good.  I have to do anything you
tell me?"

"Yup!  That's the law in these here parts, stranger.  Now get that handsome
butt of your's down off that big stud and let Sheriff Waddie take a closer
look at you.  You know us lawmen have to inspect every drifter's dick and
balls that comes through these here parts.  Gotta' sniff `em, too, to make
sure they're heathy. We're trying to limit the spread of that horrible
Russian genital disease, rotchakockoff."

`Damn, it sure `be' Quinton all right,' Waddie thought within his dream.
`Son of a bitch, would you look at that ass on that cowboy getting down off
that big stud. Woah!' The cowboy had the sweetest ass on him that would
make the straightest of men bite their knuckles and weep uncontrollably.
The Sheriff doesn't quite know what he'd do with it but he certainly can
admire it's beauty.  Fortune smiles on the Sheriff today.

"Stand up straight, Son.  Spread your boots apart a little . . . that's
it."  Sheriff Waddie slowly swaggers over to the handsome drifter, a
lascivious sneer on his face, twirling his longhorn, handlebar, mustache.
Without asking he takes hold of the cowboy's eight'n half inch dick to
inspect it. He feels it start to grow from the touch of his calloused
hands.  He takes his other hand and peals it like a banana.  Then the
Sheriff moves his face toward the engorged shaft and takes a deep breath.

"Mighty fine." he thinks to himself, "This one's just ripe for pick'n."

The Sheriff takes the drifter's ball sack and holds it in his hand.  He
feels each one the fragile orbs and wonders at their size.  He bends over,
close, and takes a good long whiff of `em. "Mighty fine!" the sheriff
thinks to himself, "Yep! Just ripe for pick'n."

Then he grabs the handsome cowboy's dick again, hard-like causing him to
whence.  Fear spreads across the cowboy's face.

"Oh please, Sheriff, I'm a' saving that, Sir."

"Who you saving it for, Son?"

"That handsome young cowboy that lives in the dell."

"You mean that good looking, young, roping, rodeo cowboy who lives in the
dell."

"Yes Sir."

"Okay, I'm gonna' let you off easy this time drifter, but the next time I
see your handsome ass you better be partners with that there good looking,
young, roping, rodeo cowboy, understand?"

"Oh yes, Sir! Sheriff Waddie, I intend to make that good looking, young,
roping, rodeo cowboy my own.  I done took him to my heart, and I'm a'
gonna' make him mine, Sir."

"Well, that's good to hear, Son. Now!  You ride right straight to that
roping, rodeo cowboy's arms.  Don't take no short cuts!  Don't slow down!
Don't pass "Go"!  Don't collect two hundred dollars!  Don't stop on
Boardwalk nor Baltic.  That good look'n cowpoke, he's a' waitin' there for
a handsome cowboy drifter like you to steal his heart and carry him away.
Look's to me like you just might be the hombre what could do it!  I reckon
you're `bout handsome enough to make him happy."

Across town, Quinton Tate stirs in his sleep.  He has a vivid dream he
could almost swear was real, he looks down from the back of this big,
spirited, black stallion at a diminutive sheriff who looks like a young boy
but, "Oh my God! It's Waddie!  Sheriff Waddie to be exact! Not looking too
damn shabby neither in his little hat and boots with that junior rodeo,
roping rope slung over his shoulder.

I have to do anything he tells me `cause he told me so and he `be' the law
in these here parts."  That little fuckers's tuned me into his channel! I'm
in his fuck'n dream!  Quinton smiles to himself wickedly, 'I've had worse
assignments . . .'  he thought to himself as he rode off to find the good
looking, young, roping, rodeo cowboy who lives in the dell.  For Waddie it
meant a quick trip to the dell and a costume change.


End Part 4
09/15/02
Waddie Greywolf
Copyright 2002
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