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