Date: Fri, 20 Dec 2002 08:08:20 -0800 (PST)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "My Father, My Son"  75th Installment

This is Chapter 75, a continuation of "My Father, My Son."  All the
conditions, warnings, and disclaimers listed at the beginning of the early
chapters of this series apply.  All comments are welcome, constructive or
distructive.


Send to:   Tom Borden   tombor99@yahoo.com


My Father, My Son
Chapter 75

On the morning following Terry Murdock's return to Goliad, he called Caleb
at his office.  "Caleb, this is Murdock.  I want to invite you and Steve to
come to the Inn tonight for dinner.  It will be on the house.  I have some
important news for you."

"Well, Murdock!" said Caleb.  "It's really nice to hear from you.  Tonight?
I think perhaps we can make it.  I'm not sure how late Steve will be
working at the shop.  But I'll check on it."

Murdock said, "I'd like to have you come about 8:30, if that's alright.  I
want to wait until most of our customers have left so that I can sit down
with you.  Let me know if it's going to be alright with Steve."

"Yes, I will Terry.  I'm really curious about the news you have."

Caleb and Steve arrived punctually at 8:30 and were seated at their
favorite table by the window.  Terry was just serving his last customer and
asked one of the other waiters to take over for the rest of their meal.
Another waiter took over serving Murdock and his guests.

After the wine and hors d'oeuvres were brought, Murdock said, "Well!  I
first want to thank you both once again for the absolutely delightful
evening and the superb meal you had for me last week.  I'll remember it for
a long time.  I suppose it was no secret to you that evening that there was
. . . shall we say . . . a certain attraction between Adriano Cinella and
I.  After the fire at Adriano's apartment, I took a couple of days off and
drove up to Austin to see him.  He was out of the hospital and is now
staying with Josiah and Brian.  Well, I'll come right to the point.  The
long and the short of it is that he and I have . . . fallen in love with
each other."

Caleb and Steve were overjoyed and offered their congratulations and best
wishes.

"In fact," Terry continued, "I have taken a position at Francois's
Restaurant in Austin.  I have this morning tendered my resignation here at
the Inn.  And in two weeks, I will move up there where Adriano and I will
locate a place to live."

Caleb raised his glass in a congratulatory toast.  "Terry, what wonderful
news this is!  Steve and I are frankly not surprised that the two of you
are getting together like this.  It was more than obvious to both of us
that evening that the two of you were wild about each other."

Steve said, "We're so happy for both of you.  You've been alone for such a
long time, Terry, and Adriano has had a lot of disappointments in the
romance department.  You two got together about as quickly as Caleb and I
did.  You know, there really is such a thing as 'love at first sight.'"  A
lot of people think there is no such thing, that you have to know each
other for a long time before the thought of 'love' can even come up.  But I
think when we get to a more matured age . . . ahem . . . as we all are, we
can recognize love more definitively when we see it and feel it."

Terry, Caleb, and Steve all ordered the prime rib after Terry announced,
"The prime rib tonight is excellent!  Good and rare!"

When the meal was over, they sat with more wine and talked.  Caleb had
always thought that Terry Murdock was an enormously handsome and
ravishingly sensuous looking man.  Every time he had seen Terry, he had
fantasized the picture in his mind of him naked and having sex with
someone.  After several more glasses of wine, Caleb said, "Terry, I agree
with Steve that love at first sight can be real.  But, Terry, you must have
also tested the waters, so to speak, with Adriano to be sure your love was
real and genuine . . . you know . . . from a physical standpoint."

Steve looked at Caleb, a bit surprised at his unsubtle bluntness.  Terry
said, "Well, I'm sure you're not surprised to know that Adriano and I did
sleep together that night in Austin."

Caleb smiled expectantly.

"It was one of the most beautiful nights I have ever spent since Barker
died."  Then smiling wryly at Caleb, he went on.  "I can tell you that
Adriano is one the most passionate lovers I have ever been with, including
Barker."

Caleb said, "I can imagine.  You know, I've never seen Adriano naked."
Caleb looked at Terry as though to silently request a vivid description."

Terry knew exactly what Caleb was after.  He wanted details.  Terry said,
"It's hard to really describe Adriano's body.  He's very slender, with that
wonderful velvety smooth dark Mediterranean skin.  He has very softly
curved muscles in his arms and legs, and they're covered with a very light
dusting of soft hair.  He has no hair on his chest, but his pubic hair is
black and thick.  And he has lovely little buns that drive me crazy."

Terry seemed to stop there, but Caleb said, "Yes?" as though to say,
"Alright, what else?"

Terry laughed and said, "You know, it's not really good form for me to be
talking about Adriano like this behind his back.  He would probably think I
am being quite out of order."

Steve said, "It's okay, Terry.  We'll never tell him.  Anyway, knowing
Adriano, I'm sure he would be flattered to be described so nicely."

Terry said, "Well, alright then.  He has a lovely fat circumcised penis
that I would estimate to be in excess of seven inches.  Very prominent for
a young man of his size."

"Yes?" said Caleb, expecting more.

"And Adriano has one of the longest and most beautiful ball sacks I have
ever seen.  They look so fragile in the thin skin that covers them.  To
have him on his knees and watch those balls from behind, swinging back and
forth about drove me out of my mind!"

"Yes?  Go on!"

"He has a nice mat of soft black hair in his ass crack, and a lovely little
pick puckered hole."

"Well, did you . . . .?" Caleb began.

"I think that's enough, Caleb," said Steve, as his put his hand on Caleb's
arm.

Terry said, "Oh, you want to know if I fucked him?  Of course.  We fucked
each other, and we sucked each other, too."

Caleb sat with his mouth open.  Steve said, "Close your mouth, Caleb.
Terry, I think you've done a pretty good job in describing Adriano."

"Yeah," said Caleb.  "Now, how about yourself, Terry.  What do you look
like naked?"

Terry laughed and said, "I'll tell you what.  Once Adriano and I get
settled wherever we're going to live, why don't the two of you come up and
stay with us for a couple of days?  Then you guys can see all you want.
And, in addition, I'll get a good look at you two, also.  You know, I've
got a good imagination, too.  Don't think I haven't mentally undressed both
of you!  I'd like to see both of you in the flesh, so to speak, also."

"That's a deal, Terry," said Caleb.  "I'm sorry I pressed you so hard.
Sometimes I have sex on the mind and just go overboard."

"He has sex on the mind all the time, Terry!" said Steve.  "But I wouldn't
have it any other way!"

Out in the parking lot, Caleb said, "This was a great evening, Terry, and a
great meal!  Thanks so much for doing this.  And please, keep in touch.
We'll be glad to go up to visit you in Austin.  Steve and I will really
look forward to it."


As Michael and Karl sat out on the front verandah before supper with drinks
in hand, they silently admired another colorful sunset.  Karl said, "I
didn't realize how much I missed these beautiful Texas sunsets when I was
in New York.  They have sunsets up there, too, but when you're in the city,
all those big buildings kind of break up the view."

Michael said, "Well, I get almost as much of a thrill looking at the
skyline of New York.  I don't get a chance to see it very often."

Karl said, "You know, Michael, we ought to take a trip together sometime.
There's a lot of the world neither of us have ever seen."

"That would be nice," said Michael.  "One place I've always wanted to visit
is Australia.  Maggie and Rhapsody raved about it."

"I've known a few Aussies in my life, and really like them," said Karl.
"They have a strange accent, though.  It's kind of like my British accent
in a way, but they have a strange way of pronouncing a lot of their words.
But I've heard and read that Australia is such a beautiful place to visit."

Michael said, "I could get Jeff to come down and run the ranch while we're
gone.  But it would have to be over the Christmas holidays when he's out of
school."

"Well, Michael," said Karl, "if Jeff and Paul will be out of school during
that time, why not see if they'd like to go with us.  I understand that
neither of them have done much traveling at all.  It might be a nice thing
for them to go along with us."

"You're right," said Michael.  "And it might be really fun for the four of
us to take the trip together.  Jake is perfectly competent to keep the
place running.  I'm sure he wouldn't mind taking over for a couple of
weeks.  What do you think about the idea of going to Australia?"

"I think that'd be great, Michael.  But let's think of other possible
places before we decide for sure.  And if Jeff and Paul can come along with
us, we probably should get their thoughts, also."


Mark and Corky paid a visit to the Crawford Police Department and convinced
Chief Gonzalez to obtain a court ordered search warrant of the Thomas
property.  When the warrant was issued the next day, they accompanied the
police to the Thomas residence.  jacob saw the police car drive in and came
out to meet them.

"What the fuck is this, McLeod?"

"Mr. Thomas, it's routine," said Mark.  "Since we're making a search for
your son, we simply don't want to leave any stone unturned.  We just want
to look into that shed over there."

Jacob said as calmly as he could, "There's nothing in there that you need
to see.  That's my property and you have no business going in there."

"Mr. Thomas, as you can see," said one of the policemen, "we have a search
warrant here.  Now would you please unlock the shed."

"Christ!  I told ya, nothin's in there!" shouted Jacob.

Mark pulled out his little tool again and picked the lock.  The two
policemen and a police detective entered.

Jacpb said, "I told ya, McLeod, I'd cooperate with anything ya want from
me.  I want ya to find Joe as much as you do.  But I don't like people
rummaging around in my property."

The policemen and detective emerged from the shed with several plastic bags
in which they had put the blood soaked cloth, the machete, all the hunting
knives, and the tire irons.  Jacob watched as they were stowed in the trunk
of the police car.  Turning to Mark, he said, "McLeod, I don't see how
those things are gonna help ya find Joe."

"You know, Mr. Thomas," said Mark.  "There's something that still bothers
me.  I don't understand why you don't know where the boy is.  He's your
son.  Why haven't you kept in touch with those relatives that are supposed
to have them."

Jacob said, "I'd like to know, but they keep movin' around so much, they
jist never let me know where they are."

Mark said, "Mr. Thomas, I'm going to need to look at Joe's room."

"For Christ's sake, McLeod!  What good's that gonna do ya?  We ain't
touched it since he left."

When Mark entered the room, he found the bed still unmade, with dirty
clothes strewn about on the floor.  Mark asked the policeman to put all of
the dirty underwear in a plastic bag and take it out.

Outside again, they found that a wrecker was loading Jacob's pickup truck
up onto the flat bed.  Mark said, "We're impounding your truck,
Mr. Thomas."

Jacob flew into a rage.  "You son-of-a-bitch!  What are ya doin' to me?
You have no right to take my property!"

"Don't worry," said Mark.  "If nothing of interest is found, your truck
will be returned to you."

As Mark and Corky walked back to their car, Mark stopped and turned back to
Jacob.  He said, "Mr. Thomas, I was just thinking.  When I was talking to
the bartender at the Corn Huskers Bar, he was telling me about the really
expensive jewelry you always wore.  He told me that you had a really
beautiful watch, all encrusted with jewels and stuff.  And you always liked
to show it off.  But he said one day you came in without it, and you
haven't worn it since.  I collect unusual watches, myself, and I would
really like to see the one the bartender told me about."

Jacob said, "I don't have it no more.  I lost it somewhere."

"Oh, that's a shame," said Mark as he got back into his car.

When they returned to the police station, the police detective told Mark
that they would need a blood sample from Jumper.  From that, they would be
able to match it with the blood on the cloth.

Mark asked, "But if there's a match, wouldn't that just indicate the blood
on the cloth could also be Jacob Thomas's blood?"

"It could," replied the detective, "but the DNA match between brothers is
much closer than between fathers and sons."

>From there, Mark and Corky went back to talk with Henry Tatum, the
automobile dealer for whom Jacob worked.  Mark asked, "Mr. Tatum, could you
think back over the last several months and tell me if there was a time
when you noticed something about Jacob Thomas that was kind of out of the
ordinary, when he was acting kind of strangely, perhaps."

"Well, he don't talk much," said Tatum.  "He's always about the same.
There was one time when he did sort of get on his high horse.  I came in
one morning and discovered that one of our used cars, a 1998 Honda Civic,
was missing from the lot.  It had obviously been stolen.  We always keep a
good close watch on our inventory.  Jacob seemed very agitated, and kept
telling me that no car had been stolen, that he knew what was on the lot,
and there never was a 1998 Honda Civic there.  We argued about that, and he
got real upset, telling me my records were in error.  Anyway, I went ahead
and reported the theft to the police.  But they never did find that car."

Before they left CRawford, Mark and Corky returned to the Police station
and asked the Chief about the stolen Honda that had been reported.  Looking
into the files, the Chief found the report.  The theft had been reported on
the day it was discovered, January 21st.  He said, "We closed the file
because the car could not be located.  We even put out an all-states
bulletin."

"Did you drag all the lakes and ponds in the area?" asked Mark.

"No," came the reply.  "It didn't seem likely that someone would steal a
car and then run it into a lake."


Frack was still in the hospital in Austin, where his burns continued to be
treated.  On the day after Terry Murdock left Austin, Adriano went in to
visit Frack.  He found Frack lying flat on his back reading a "Motor
Trends" magazine.  When he looked up and saw Adriano, he said, "Hey, buddy,
how ya feelin'?"

"I'm just fine, Frack, thanks to you," responded Adriano.

"Come on over here and gimme a kiss."

As Adriano leaned over and kissed Frack on the lips, Frack reached around
and squeezed Adriano's ass cheeks as best he could with his bandaged hands.
"Them little ass cheeks is jist as sweet as yer daddy's!"

Adriano smiled and said, "I see you're feeling pretty good, Frack, even
though you don't look like you are.  I owe you something for every one of
those burns on you.  I owe you so much."

"Now don't start that," said Frack.  "I told ya oncst, it's jist somethin'
that had to be done."

Adriano looked down at Frack and with a great deal of admiration said, "My
dad loves you very much.  And I can see why.  I love you, too, Frack.  I'm
sorry for the way I acted when I first saw you.  I'm ashamed of that."

"You didn't act no way, Adriano," said Frack.  "I'm jist kind of a crude
old son-of-a-bitch, and sometimes I come across without much couth.  Yer
daddy was here a little earlier, but he went out to git somethin' to eat
and git me some more mags.  He looks pretty tired.  I keep tellin' him to
go git a good night's sleep, but he jist likes to stay here and sleep in
that chair when he can.  Last night, I was lookin' at 'im asleep over
there, and he was so sweet lookin' I almost cried.  I had a hard-on that
was drivin' me crazy.  With these bandages on my hands, it really makes it
hard to jerk off my dick.  But I tried to do it last night while I was
lookin' at yer daddy sleepin'.  But I couldn't git hold of my dick well
enough.  Luckily, yer daddy woke up while I was tryin' to do it, and he
came over and jerked on my dick fer me, and then sucked me off.  Then he
helped me roll over on my side, so he could git close, and he fucked my
face.  Yer daddy has the sweetest cum I ever tasted.  It was like real
medicine to me.  I told him he oughta jerk some off onto my burns.  I bet
they'd heal real fast."

"I bet they would, too, Frack," said Adriano.

"The night before last," Frack continued, "this hot lookin' male nurse came
in and told me he had to give me a back rub to help prevent bed sores.  He
rolled me over on my side and put somethin' that felt real cold on my back
and then started at my neck and rubbed me all the way down over my ass.  He
really got a big fuckin' kick outta my 'God Bless America' tattoo I have on
my ass cheeks.  He grabbed those cheeks and squeezed them and even ran his
fingers over my asshole.  I wanted to look around to see if he had a
hard-on bulgin' out, but I couldn't.  I'll bet he did.  Did ya ever see my
tattoo, Adriano?"

"No."

"Well, here, help me git over on my side and take a look."

Frack's hospital gown was wide open in the back, and Adriano looked down at
Frack's enormous ass cheeks, firm and smooth.  Adriano laughed and said,
"That is really great, Frack.  I'm sure that guy had a hard-on.  For your
information, I've got one right now looking at that ass of yours."

Frack said, "Ya keep saying ya don't know how to thank me.  Go ahead and
fuck me."

"I can't do that, Frack.  Nurses keep coming in and out."

"Well then, gimme the pleasure of a couple a fingers."

Adriano pushed his hand into the Frack's hair filled crack and felt his
warm, moist asshole.  He was so hard, that he really would have liked to
push his penis into Frack.  But instead, he pushed three fingers in and out
of the hole.  He put his other hand into his pocket and took hold of his
own penis and stroked it while finger fucking Frack.  Soon, Adriano felt
his orgasm approaching and then felt his penis throbbing with each volley
of sperm that shot into his briefs.  At the same time, he massaged Frack's
prostate and very quickly felt Frack's muscles contracting strongly as he
shot his load onto the bed sheet.

When it was over, Frack said, "You know, yer daddy told me what a hot
little fucker you are.  And he was right.  Maybe the three of us can git
together sometimes."

Adriano said, "Maybe."  Adriano thought about Terry Murdock, and how Terry
would react to Frack.  Terry seemed to be so sophistocated, it might be
intimidating for Frack to be around him.  And what about Terry's reaction.
He might look down on Frack as a real boor.  Well, he thought, he'd cross
that bridge when he came to it.

Mario finally returned to the room and was delighted to find Adriano there.
Frack was still lying on his side with his ass facing Adriano.  Right away
he saw the pool of thick white sperm lying on the bed sheet next to Frack.
He looked at Adriano with a knowing smile, and Adriano smiled back with a
look that confirmed what had just occurred.

Mario said, "Adriano, I can't tell you how glad I am that you are here with
Frack.  I know I told you I didn't care what you thought about him and me,
but underneath I've been so worried about your not being approving of us.
What you think has always mattered to me."

"Dad," said Adriano.  "I'm ashamed of myself, just like you told me I
should be.  I know you love Frack, and I love him, too.  I'm just sorry
that it took this tragedy to make me see what a beautiful human being he
is."

Frack interrupted and said, "Will you two stop with all the mushy stuff!  I
ain't a beautiful human being!  I'm jist a slob who picked up yer daddy in
some bar!"

Mario and Adriano laughed.  Then Adriano could resist no longer, he leaned
over and kissed each of Frack's sensuous ass cheeks.  "Sorry dad," said
Adriano.  "I'm just a weakling who can't resist ass cheeks that say 'God
Bless America!'  Dad.  You're so lucky.  I never believed it before, but
you sure know how to pick 'em!  Anyway, I've got to leave now.  I have a
class coming up that I have to prepare for."

Mario said, "I'll walk you down to your car, Adriano.  Frack, I'll be back
in a few minutes."

After they left, the male nurse came in and saw Frack still on his side
with the pool of cum lying on the bed.  "Oh!" he said, as he ran his hand
lightly over Frack's ass cheeks.  "I see we've been having a little fun!
How did you manage that?"

"Well, my friends were here a few minutes ago, and . . . ."

"You don't have to tell me, Julius!  What are friends for, eh, if they
don't come to our aid when we need them?  Anytime you need a little aid,
Julius, I'll be glad to oblige.  I'm on night duty again tonight, and I
want you to know that I aim to please."

"I'll remember that," said Frack.  "What's yer name?"

"My name is Bruce.  We'll have a nice back rub tonight and anything else
that will make you comfortable."

When Mario and Adriano reached the car, Adriano said, "Dad, get in the car
for a few minutes.  I have something to tell you."

Mario noticed that Adriano was squirming strangely in the seat.  "What's
the matter, son?"

"Well, dad, you saw the pool of Frack's cum on the bed.  He shot his load
while I was finger fucking him with one hand.  But I was also jerking
myself off with my other hand through my pocket.  And now I've got a pants
full of cum and I can feel it running down my leg."

Mario laughed and, reaching over, unzipped his son's pants.  Putting his
hand inside, he felt the slimy wetness that covered Adriano's penis and
balls.  Pulling his hand out, Mario licked off his fingers.  "Mmmmm,"
purred Mario.  "It's been awhile since I tasted that sweet liquid."

As they sat side by side, Adriano told his dad about meeting Terry Murdock
and how they had fallen in love.  "Dad, Terry has taken a job in Austin and
he and I will be living together when we can find an apartment.

Mario leaned over and kissed his son on the lips.  "I've eaten at the
Goliad Inn.  Michael took me there a couple of times when I was down there.
It's a wonderful place, but I don't remember who Murdock was.  I'll be
eager to meet him.  But he probably won't think much of Frack."

"That doesn't matter, dad," said Adriano.  "He's read about what Frack did
and was very impressed.  Dad, Frack is a greater man than any of us are.
And again, I tell you how sorry I am for the way I acted."

Mario was under a good deal of emotional strain over the injuries that
Frack sustained, and at that moment couldn't keep the tears from filling
his eyes.  Adriano took his dad in his arms and they wept together.  "Dad,
please forgive me.  You're really the most important person in my life, and
to think that I've hurt you tears me apart."

They hugged for a long time.  Mario finally pulled away and said, "And
you've always been, and always will be, the most important person in my
life, too."  As he wiped the tears off of Adriano's cheeks with his
fingers, he said, "There's nothing to forgive.  We both have someone now.
And that's what we should be thinking about."

Adriano drove back to his apartment with tears streaming down his face the
whole way.  He had the most exhilarating feeling of happiness sweep over
him.  How could life be any better?


Jumper was finally able to have the cast removed from his ankle.  As he and
Jake drove back from the doctor's office in Goliad, Jumper said, "When we
git home, Jake, could I see Lady Pokey again?  Maybe I can git her to walk
out into the yard."

"Sure!" said Jake.  "How does yer fuckin' ankle feel when ya step on it?"

"I don't feel a thing, Jake.  I think it's okay."

When they returned to the ranch, Jake put a western saddle on Lady Pokey
and lifted Jumper up onto it.  Jumper leaned over and talked softly in Lady
Pokey's ear and patted her neck.  Jumper was able to back her out of her
stall and then, gently snapping the reins, said, "Okay, Lady Pokey, let's
take a little walk."

Lady Pokey obediently strode out into the yard, and Jumper was able to have
her walk slowly around the Gazebo and up to the back Veranda of the house,
where Tony was standing and watching admiringly.

Tony shouted over, "Jumper, you've got the old gal doing just want you want
her to do.  Nobody else has been able to get her to move an inch."

Jumper said, "Jake's gonna teach me how to wash her down this afternoon,
too.  He wants me to learn how to take care of her."

Jumper guided Lady Pokey all around the yard, then took her on a circuit
around the house to the front, where Michael and Karl were sitting on the
front veranda.  When they saw Jumper sitting straight and tall in the
saddle, looking confident and in control, Michael said, "Jumper!  I'm
really thrilled to see that you are doing something with that old nag that
none of the rest of us could do."  Karl ran inside and got his camera.

Karl said, "Now stay right there for a moment, Jumper.  Give me a big smile
while I take this picture!"

Jumper felt a pride in himself he had never in his life felt as he put on a
big smile for the camera.  Then, like an old experienced cowhand, he
snapped the reins and headed back around the other side of the house.

Michael said, "Karl, that boy warms my heart.  There's something about him.
He's just a boy.  Just a kid.  But he lived the hard life for so long of a
man who knew no pleasures, no joy in his life.  But he's now a kid again.
No boy should miss out on his childhood.  And God bless Jake for what he
has done for him.  You know, Jake admitted to us not long ago that he had
had a son of his own.  Jake was only a teenager then.  But the woman's
angry father took the boy away from him.  The boy would be in his forties
now, and Jake has no idea what happened to him or what he's like now.  But
I'll bet that he would have been a great kid if Jake had been able to be a
father to him."

When Jumper and Lady Pokey finally arrived back at the horse barn, Jake
said, "I've got a surprise fer ya.  I want ya to look at another horse.  A
much younger horse.  She's a filly, and I think yer gonna like her.  Let's
give her a try.  Don't be afraid.  She's a gentle horse.  And now that ya
know how to control a horse, ya won't have no trouble.  Let's jist go on in
there and git acquainted with her."

After Jumper brought Lady Pokey back to her stall, they walked to the other
end of the barn and stopped at a beautiful roan horse, whose hair was a
reddish brown.  "Now we're jist gonna talk to her and pat her like we wanna
be friends."

Jumper said, "She's so pretty!  I hope she likes me."

"Go ahead, Jumper.  Reach up there and pat her fuckin' neck real softly and
talk to her."

"What do I say?"

"Well, she ain't got a name yet.  Not until ya think of one, anyways.  Jist
tell her how pretty she is and that you wanna be friends."

Jumper patted the horse's neck and the top of her nose and said, "Yer a
pretty horse, and I hope we can be friends."

They stood and petted and talked to the horse for several more minutes.
Then Jake said, "Okay, let's leave her alone now so she can keep on eating.
Tomorrow, I'll have her saddled up and ya can give her a try."

As they headed for the door, the horse, turned her head and looked back at
Jumper as though she were saying, "Where are you going?  I like you."
Jumper was sure that's what the horse was thinking.

After supper, Jake and Jumper sat out on the front step of Jake's room.  It
was a warm and balmy evening with a clear sky and a very bright moon
lighting up the landscape.  Jumper said, "I been thinkin', Jake.  Do ya
think some day I might be able to be one of them cowboys and ride out there
with the herd?"

Jake put his arm around Jumper's shoulders and said, "Ya can be any fuckin'
thing ya wanna be, Jumper.  Ya know that's a pretty hard life out thar on
the range, and them guys are pretty tough hombres.  Ya can give it a try
someday, and if ya don't like it, ya can do somethin' else."

"I seen them cowboys come in off the range," said Jumper, "and they're
laughin' and jokin' with each other and look like they're havin' a lot a
fun."

"Well, Jumper, when ya work with guys and live and sleep with them all day
and night out there on the range, and ya don't see nobody else, ya git
pretty close to 'em.  Some of the best fuckin' friends I ever had were them
cowpokes I lived with out there."

Jumper looked at Jake and said, "Don't ya git kinda horny out there.  Ain't
even no place to even go and jerk off by yerself, I bet."

Jake laughed and said, "That warn't no problem.  We all jerked off.  And we
all knew it.  Sometimes, we'd all git around the fire at night and jerk off
together.  One of 'em would tell a real fuckin' hot sex experience he once
had and we'd all shoot our loads.  We always knew them fuckin' stories was
made up.  But we always acted like we thought they was true."

But ya never got to do no fuckin'?"

"Like I told ya, ya git to be real close to them guys out thar.  And it
warn't no disgrace to git a little ass now and agin.  I fucked my share of
cowpokes out thar under the stars.  Hey, ya know this moon is so bright
tonight, why don't we amble up thar to the rise by the rocky creek.  I like
to go up thar sometimes and jist think about a lot of fuckin' stuff."

When they arrived at the rocky creek, they lay down on the grass.  Without
saying anything, Jake pulled Jumper over on top of him and hugged him.
Jumper said, "Are ya gonna think about fuckin' stuff now?"

Jake laughed and said, "Well, me and you can think about fuckin' stuff
together."

"Jake," said Jumper, "is this how you and them other cowpokes would lie out
in the grass and fuck?"

"Yep.  Thar jist never been no fuckin' better place to do yer lovin',
except under a starry Texas sky with the breeze blowin' over ya.  It jist
makes yer fuckin' balls tingle."

Jumper giggled as he reached down and squeezed the tightly expanded bulge
in Jake's pants.

"Hey, little buddy, yer makin' me horny.  Are ya tryin' to seduce this old
man?"

"I jist wanna see what it's like out in the wide open spaces."

"Okay," said Jake as he got up.  "Let's git out them clothes so we can feel
the fuckin' breezes."

Jake and Jumper lay with their naked bodies pressed tightly together and
kissing deeply.

Jake said, "Yer a hot little fucker tonight, ain't ya.  It must be the full
moon."

Jumper rolled off and lay on his back going, "Owoooooooo," in imitation of
a wolf howling at the moon.  Jake looked at him and said, "If ya don't
watch out, yer gonna git yerself fucked."

"Jist like ya done to them cowpokes out on the range?" said Jumper.  As he
raised his legs up, Jumper said, "Go ahead, Jake, show me how ya done it?"

Jake got up on his knees and stroked his hard penis close to Jumper's face.
A long elastic string of pre-cum dangled from the tip of it.  Jumper opened
his mouth and let it drip down his throat.  Getting into position, Jake
eased his rod into Jumper's ass, and felt that familiar strong clamping
that Jumper's hole did on it as it was sinking deeper and deeper into his
rectum.

Jumper said, "Pretend yer fuckin' another cowpoke.  Pretend I'm jist a
horny cowboy out on the range."

"I'll try," said Jake as he thrust his penis in and out of Jumper's hole.
"But none of them ever had as sweet a hole as yers, and none of them had a
hole that snapped at my fuckin' cock like yers does."

Soon they stopped talking and were both deep into a feverish erotic frenzy
of sexual pleasure.  Jumper played with the head of his own penis
frantically and knew that he was close.  He would hold off until he felt
Jake's penis throbbing inside of him, filling him up with his hot, thick
cream.  The moment came, and they both contorted their faces and shot the
precious fluid from their penises.  They lay there still for a long time,
with Jake's wilting penis still embedded in Jumper's ass.

When Jake finally rolled off, he lay beside Jumper.  He said, "I know why
ya wanted me to do that.  Ya made believe ya was gitten fucked by one of
them handsome sexy cowboys out on the range."

"Yeah," sighed Jumper.  "And you were the handsome sexy cowboy doin' it to
me."

With Jumper lying with his head on Jake's chest, they both looked up at the
moon.  As Jumper idly sucked on one of Jake's nipples and ran his tongue
through his chest hair, Jake continued to look up at the moon and say to
himself, "How can life be any fuckin' better than this!"


That night, Clayton and Tony had just finished sixty-nining each other.
They lay in bed kissing and passing each other's cum between their mouths,
as they often did.  Clayton finally lay back and stared at the ceiling.

"Tony," Clayton said, "What do you think of Jumper?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think he's cute?" said Clayton.

"Yeah," answered Tony.  "Do you think he's cute?"

Clayton continued looking up at the ceiling.  "Ya, I think he's real cute.
I went over to Jake's room the other day, and when I went in, I saw Jumper
naked.  He was just getting out of the shower.  God, he's cute!"

Tony didn't know quite what to say.  Finally, he said, "I suppose you'd
like to fuck around with him."

After a long pause, Clayton said, "I sometimes fantasize about him.  Yeah,
I guess I might like to fuck around with him."

"Sometimes you worry me, Clayton," said Tony.  "I always see you looking at
the hot guys when they come in off the range at the end of the day.  Then I
see you going out and talking to them.  You've never said anything to me
about it.  But now you're telling me you'd like to do something with
Jumper.  Are you tired of being with me, Clayton?"

Clayton rolled over on his side and, facing Tony, he kissed Tony and said,
"Of course not, Tony.  But that doesn't mean I'm not also attracted to
other guys.  Anyway, you know about Michael's rule.  We could do something
with someone else as long as the two of us are doing it together with him."

Tony said, "You mean you'd like to have Jumper in bed with us?"

"I guess I would."

"But you know that Jumper and Jake are together.  I don't think Jake would
like that."

"Does he have to find out?" said Clayton.

Tony said, "Clayton, I hope you don't mean that.  Besides, Jumper's very
attached to Jake, and I don't think he would want to do anything without
Jake.

Clayton continued to stare at the ceiling, saying nothing.  Tony could see
in Clayton's eyes that he was thinking of Jumper.  He nestled his head in
the crook of Clayton's arm, and was soon asleep.


Josiah had decided to stay at the library on campus one evening to do some
final work on a paper he had been assigned by his American Literature
professor, Dr. Tom Borden.  It was an analytical paper on Booth
Tarkington's famous 1918 Pulitzer Prize winning American novel, "The
Magnificent Ambersons."  Rather than go home for supper, Josiah stayed on
campus and ate at the cafeteria in the Student Union.

Tom Borden had been a professor at the University for some years, teaching
literature and courses in writing for most of that time.  He was married
and had two sons.  Tom had first taken particular notice of Josiah Walker
in an expository English class the previous year.  He was thoroughly
impressed with the young man's growing interest in American Literature and
with his surprising ability . . . as only a freshman . . . to write
descriptive prose.  He had become close to Josiah as they spent many hours
after class discussing literary matters and the beautifully written short
stories that Josiah produced.  Tom was particularly impressed with Josiah's
understanding of human emotions in all its forms and his ability to
translate them effectively into the written word.

 When they were not together, Tom often found himself thinking about
Josiah.  There was something more than Josiah's academic and intellectual
ability that Tom admired about the boy.  There had been an increasing
number of times when he felt a certain love for him.  When he had watched
Josiah receive the University's award for community service the year
before, Tom had to fight back the tears.  When the ceremony was over, Tom
had congratulated Josiah and had taken him into his arms.  As they hugged
each other, Tom had kissed Josiah on the neck.  There were so many nights
following that day when Tom lay in bed reliving that moment.  He came to
realize that he loved Josiah for who he was, and not only for his
intellectual capacity.

That evening, as Tom Borden was passing through the cafeteria line, he
looked over and saw Josiah sitting alone at a table eating and reading.

As Tom approached Josiah, he said, "Hello, Josiah.  May I join you?"

"Oh, Dr. Borden!  Please do.  I'm staying down here tonight to work on the
Amberson paper.  I'd do it at home, but I get so distracted there, and I
really want to do my best on this one."

Josiah, was always enormously pleased whenever he had a chance to be with
Professor Borden.  Josiah admired him greatly for the attention and the
wonderful guidance he received from him.  He always felt comfortable with
Dr. Borden, almost as though they were brothers.  He also thought fondly,
from time to time, about that day when his professor hugged him.  He often
thought about the feeling of pride and love that came with that hug.

"Josiah," said Tom, "were your parents literary people?  You have such an
extraordinary talent that I can almost picture you coming from a home that
was full of books and lively discussions about literature."

Josiah looked down at his food and said, "Dr. Borden, I never knew who my
real parents were.  I spent my growing up years in a bunch of foster homes.
And like so many of those places, they were abusive.  I never saw a book in
any of them.  I did get through high school, and I did pretty well.  But my
mind was always on the day I could get away from them."

"I had no idea," said Tom softly.  "I'm so sorry."

Josiah gave a little chuckle and said, "Don't be sorry.  I finally got away
from that last awful family I was with, and since I was then eighteen,
nobody came looking for me.  It was so great being free.  I just went out
on the road and hitchhiked from town to town and got temporary work where I
could.  One late afternoon, I was hitchhiking and saw a truck parked along
the side of the road, and then I saw a man farther into the woods sitting
on the ground leaning against a tree.  I went up to him to ask him if that
was his truck.  He had a gun in his lap, and I later found out he was about
to kill himself.  He was just ready to commit suicide when he saw me."

Tom Borden could hardly believe what he was hearing and hadn't taken a bite
of food while Josiah was talking.

Josiah continued, "I looked pretty dirty and skinny and undernourished, I
guess, and he got up and we drove for awhile and stopped at a roadside
restaurant where he bought me a hamburger.  Then he took me to a ranch
where he worked as the Foreman and said that, if I wanted to, I could work
there and they would pay me.  Well, to make a long story short, I loved it
there and everybody was so nice.  They talked me into going to college and
Mr. Walker offered to pay my tuition."

Tom leaned forward and said, "Did you say 'Mr. Walker?'  You're not talking
about the Walker Ranch, are you?"

"Yeah," said Josiah.  "Michael and Jeff Walker."

Tom said, "Josiah, your last name is Walker, too.  Is that just a
coincidence?"

"No, not really," said Josiah.  "I was legally adopted eventually by
Michael Walker.  So I took on the name Walker."

Tom leaned back in his chair and smiled.  "Well, let me tell you.  I was
born and raised on the Borden Ranch, which comes right up to Walker's
southern property line!"

They both laughed at the coincidence.  Josiah said, "I had no idea you were
from THAT Borden family!"

"Well, Josiah, I left the ranch after I graduated from high school and went
on to college.  That was long before you got to the Walker Ranch.  When I
was a youngster, I used to get over to their place a lot.  Michael Walker
and I were pretty good friends.  His father, the guy they always referred
to as Ol' Ben, though, was a real son-of-a-bitch.  But to his credit, he
ran a real tight business."

Josiah said, "I know you've got a class tonight, but I wish we could talk
about all that sometime when you have time."

"I'd love that," said Tom Borden.  "Do you ever get down to the Walker
Ranch anymore?"

"Yeah, I get down there fairly often.  Next time I go, why don't we go down
there together if you're going to be free."

"Yes!  Let's do that.  I don't think Michael and I have seen each other
since our high school days."  Before getting up from the table, Tom reached
across and took Josiah's hand.  Looking into his eyes, he said, "Josiah,
why don't you call me Tom.  I don't mean while we're around other people,
but just when we're alone.  I want you to know that you are very special to
me in a lot of ways, and I consider you a friend, not just one of my
students."

Tom noticed a little bit of Ketchup on Josiah's chin.  He thought about
telling Josiah about it, but thought, 'what the hell,' and reached over and
wiped it off of Josiah's chin with his finger.  As he felt Josiah's smooth
skin, he also felt his penis jump slightly in his pants."

As Tom rose from the table, he said, "Josiah, maybe we could get together
again some evening when we're both not so busy and talk about our early
days."

Josiah rose and said, "Anytime, Dr. Borden.  I have to tell you that you're
one of my best friends, too.  Just tell me anytime.  I'll be available any
time you are."

Tom squeezed Josiah's hand and said, "Remember, Josiah.  The name's Tom."

Josiah watched Tom walk away.  It wasn't the first time that he had
prurient thoughts about Professor Borden.  He had always had a bit of a
physical attraction to him.  But this time, as he watched, he felt the
attraction deepen.

Tom Borden stood before his class and began lecturing the same lecture he
had lectured countless times.  As the words flowed out, his mind was on
Josiah.  The beautiful expressive eyes, the full lips, the devastatingly
sweet smile, the wisps of blond hair that kept falling into his eyes, the
fragile looking slender hands and fingers.  Tom was always so enamoured
with Josiah's intellectual charms, but now Josiah's physical beauty was
taking hold of him like never before.  When the class was over, Tom went
directly home and to bed.  He lay beside his wife, who was sleeping and
snoring lightly.  He was wide away, staring into the darkness where his
mind's eye was firmly focused on Josiah's face and body.  Reaching down, he
felt his penis, hot and throbbing.

Tom quietly got up and went into one of the adjoining bedrooms and lay on
the bed.  He slowly ran his hands lightly over his body and, with the
moonlight coming in the window, he looked at his gorged penis standing up
straight, aching to be stroked.  Taking hold of it and stroking it slowly,
he conjured up the image of Josiah's face and body in front of him.  Under
his breath, he said, "Kiss me, Josiah.  I love you.  Kiss me."

Within seconds, he felt the muscles in his groin begin to tingle, signaling
that the 'mother of all' orgasms was about to take over his body.  It was
here.  It came like a tidal wave.  Arching his back and with every muscle
strained to its limits, he felt his sperm surging powerfully up his shaft
and out of his pee hole like a geyser.  His muscles were so stretched that
he couldn't control his hand enough to aim the flow in a straight stream.
His sperm flew in all directions, some on his leg, some on his arm, and
some on his chin and lips.  Several globs also landed on the bed.

Tom lay there, exhausted.  Still holding on to his penis, he almost
immediately fell asleep.  Several hours later, he awoke, having to pee very
badly.  His hand was almost glued to his penis with dried cum.  He walked
down the hall to the bathroom and washed himself up.  It was still dark,
and his wife was still asleep.  He quietly crawled back into bed next to
her.  She felt the bed stir, and awoke just enough to say sleepily, "Are
you alright, dear?"

"Yes," replied Tom.  "I couldn't be better."


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