elaborate on my comment to the Sheriff. I thanked Sheriff
Claymore for being so open and honest with me. He assured me he
wasn’t telling me anything that wasn’t pubic knowledge, but if he could
help, he’d try. Master Waddie and I decided to walk back to the
double ‘R’ for a minute. We were inside away from everyone else.
They went about their business after we walked away to talk.
“What did you
mean a while ago when you told my boy maybe he could be a fly on the
wall, Son? You know he’s gonna’ ask me about it. That man
don’t miss a thing.”
I smiled at him
and walked over to the kitchen area, pulled out a small drawer and got
“I’m sorry, I
didn’t wanna’ say nothing before I talked with you, Sir. I got to
thinking,— we set the lock on the door of the double ‘R’ for
privacy.” I handed him the key. “If you don’t mind a visitor, I
certainly don’t. If the Sheriff wants to come in and watch, it
would be a big turn on for me. My dick gits hard jes’ think’n on
“It would be a
turn on for me, too, boy; however, if I give him this key, I know my
boy, he’ll use it; however, he’s gonna’ think it’s the key to the magic
kingdom, and he’s invited to join in. He’s gonna’ wanna’ fuck you for
sure. I can’t set no limits, I can’t jes’ tell him he can watch and
nothing else. That would be like cruel and unusual punishment. I
wouldn’t wanna’ do that to him. It would be like inviting a kid
to a party, but telling him he can’t have no cake or ice cream.”
Once again, I
had to admit, Master Claymore’s logic made sense.
“I have no
problem with him joining us if you don’t. He can fuck me as long as
you’re here to hold my hand, or— my legs.” I smiled and winked at him,
“Then, you can fuck me and let the sheriff hold my hand.”
“Hell, one thing
my boy ain’t, is shy. He’s jes’ like my dad, he’d fuck you in
front of a rodeo grandstand full of people. He’d wave his hat at
‘em and shout ‘yahoo,’ as he shot his load up yore’ butt.”
I laughed at
that. Master Waddie laughed, too.
“While we was
putting Rocky in a stall in the barn, he asked if I’d let him fuck me.
I told him I certainly would, but he had to ask you first.”
“How do you feel
about it?” Master Waddie asked me.
“To git fucked
by that big, good look’n, cowboy sheriff? Humm,— I think I could
handle that, Sir.” I grinned at him, then added, “It would be a nice
way to say ‘thanks’ for his hospitality.”
“I know he’d
really enjoy it. I’ll tell him it’s okay, but only if’n I get to
you watch me get fucked or him watching you fuck me makes my dick
hard.” I told him.
replied Master Waddie, “ Okay, I’ll give him the key. He’ll
wait until he can get away from ever’body. He’ll probably tell
Cindy he wants to come out here and talk with us for a while. He’s jes’
like my dad. He told Cindy before he married her he probably would
continued to have sex with men, but he promised her he’d take care of
her, give her all the sex and love she needs, provide a good life for
her and their children, but he would never look at another woman. Cindy
knows, but she don’t care. She knows Gip would never look at another
woman, but she don’t mind sharing him with the boys.
Cindy’s like my
mom. Mom knew my dad was a rounder when she married him. She knew
about my dad’s dalliances with other men. He told her before they were
married he liked to have sex with men as well as women. If she wanted
him he wanted her to know ever’ thing about him so there weren’t no
surprises later. He told her he’d carried on a sexual relationship with
his best buddy in school for years and he probably still would,
she wouldn’t know about it, but he’d never do anything to embarrass
her. My dad loved my brother Gip’s dad, Dan Justin, and they carried on
a relationship for years. Their wives knew about it, but they didn’t
care. Mom knew about dad and me fuck’n around with each other.
Dad would get
horny driving back to town from the ranch. We’d have jes’ enough
time for me to suck him off and finish cleaning him up before we hit
the driveway at home. He’d still be buckling the belt on his
pants when we got out of the truck. We’d go into the house, he’d go off
to the bathroom to wash up for dinner, and I’d go to the kitchen sink.
While I was washing my hands, mom would hand me a paper towel and tell
me to wipe my dad’s spunk out of my hair. She’d break up laughing
and get me laughing. We’d laugh ever’ time we looked at each other
during dinner, but poor dad had no idea what we were laughing about.”
Mr. Claymore, as
Master Waddie wanted me to call him, and I had dinner with his son’s
family and his biker family. I guess Gip was use to having
fifteen bikers visit for several days; however, the men didn’t just
free load. They borrowed an old truck of the Sheriff’s. Several
would drive into town to the store. They came back with a truck load of
food, sodas of all kinds, snacks, anything and everything you could
think of. Gip usually provided the beef and had hogs they had in
cold storage. Being a rancher he had all the beef and pork his family
could eat and more.
The men didn’t
let Cindy and her daughters do all the work either. There was a
team of men assigned mess duty on a rotating basis, everyone took a
turn in helping and they cleaned up afterward. I helped several
times. Cindy actually had to do very little. She sort of thought
of it as a brief vacation when Waddie’s family came riding up.
The only thing the men couldn’t buy was beer or booze.
While he wasn’t
a bible thumper, Gip Claymore didn’t drink, and being sheriff of the
county, he felt it was his duty to set an example and not have alcohol
on his property. It didn’t seem to bother any of the family. They
knew the rules. If anyone didn’t want to abide by the rules and
just had to drink, they could rent a motel room for the week. No
one did, they were all afraid they’d miss something. They were easy
going men and could live without it for several days.
We were there
for the four days before the Rodeo on Friday, the Fourth of July. Every
day was getting up before dawn working around the ranch helping Gip and
his boys until around ten in the morning. We’d stop for lunch and
then rodeo the rest of the afternoon, take a break for a light supper,
and rodeo well into the evening. Gip’s arena was lighted, but in
July it doesn’t start getting dark until eight thirty.
Gip followed a
tradition started by his granddad during his days as sheriff.
After the rodeo was over for the day, he threw a huge Fourth of July
barbecue party for his deputies, close friends, family and anyone else
he wanted to invite. Almost everyone in the small town was there
and if anybody just dropped by they were welcome. The whole
family was busy getting ready for it. Sheriff Claymore and his
family provided everything for the party. It was one huge blowout,
except there was no alcohol allowed. No one seemed to mind and
had a great time
Gip had me move
the double ‘R’ down behind his far barn. Gip and his boys poured
a concrete slab over a large area behind the barn. They built a large
covered port for parking their recreational vehicles. Sheriff
Claymore told me he sometimes had friends and relatives come and stay
with them who owned recreational vehicles, and they planned to get
another for themselves. In any case, there was easily room for six
The double ‘R’
felt right at home next to the Sheriff’s coach. They had a separate
septic tank put in just for the hook ups from the pad. It was like a
mini-R.V. park. Gip showed us where the hookups were for water,
waste and electricity. It was really neat and convenient. It gave
Master Waddie and I a bit more privacy. It also made it easier
for Gip to disappear and use his magic kingdom key, as he called it.
* * * * * * *
I never saw a
hotter cowboy than Sheriff Gip Claymore. Master Waddie was right
again, the Sheriff stole my heart the minute I met him. He set a fine
horse. He looked like the epitome of a West Texas cowboy. While
he was good looking, he had a weathered, tanned look about him that was
hot. He was built like a rock from years of hard work around the ranch,
but middle age caught up with him. He had just a bit of a gut in
front, but it made him all the more sexy for me. I could imagine
it as a nice cushion for my forehead as I was giving him a good blow
The Sheriff was
a cowboy who believed in the old school of being a cowboy, by wearing
boots, spurs, chaps, and his hat at all times while rodeoing.
Most of the other men didn’t wear chaps. They just roped in their
Wranglers. The second day I decided to wear my chaps in deference
to the sheriff. He didn’t say anything at first until we were
sitting alone on our ponies waiting a turn to rope. He wanted to toss a
couple with me. He looked at me and smiled.
“I couldn’t get
away last night, but Cindy’s taking the kids to prayer meet’n
tonight. I don’t care if they go to church whenever they want to,
but I never was one for going to church much. To keep up
appearances as an elected official, I go about once a month to a Sunday
service, Easter, and Christmas; other than that, I leave it to
them. Our youngest girl, Kim, loves going to church. The
other three can take it or leave it. I always told ‘em to take
all that mumbo-jumbo, hell fire, damnation shit at face value and not
let it ruin their lives.
“Is your wife
cool about you going with men, Sheriff?”
discuss it, but it was understood before she married me I was probably
gonna’ mess around with my buddies. I told her I’d always love
her and give her all the love’n she wants or needs, I’d see to it she
and our kids were comfortable and had a good life, but I promised her I
wouldn’t never so much as look at another woman. She knows I’m
probably gonna’ be with my dad and you this evening. She told me
to have a good time.
I don’t know
why, but throw’n a good hot fuck into a man’s ass gets me all hot an
bothered for her afterwards. She told me she loves it, ‘cause she knows
when I get back she’s gonna’ get it,— but good. She done told me I do
my best work after being with one of my buddies. She knows when I
get a piece of ass at the station, because after I get home, I’m all
over her. Don’t git me wrong, Son, I ain’t complaining none about
my life. All of life is a trade off. I wanted what I have, the
good Lord was kind enough to provide it, and I couldn’t be happier. I
figure I done got all the good things out of life, and as long as I
ain’t hurt’n nobody, what I do on the side is my business.”
“It must be
great having a wife like that.”
respect and understand one another. Most of all, Cindy’s my best
friend. I wouldn’t do nothing to hurt her. I don’t mess around that
much, but when you gits it laid in your lap,— what da’ ya’ gonna’
do? By the way, buckaroo, you look pert-damn hot in them
chaps. I can’t wait to feel my ole dick up yore’ butt.”
“Don’t talk like
that, Sheriff! I’m so ready to feel some good, hot sheriff’s dick
up my ass my butt hole’s jes’ a’ twitch’n in anticipation.” Gip
laughed at me. I continued, “You don’t look to damn shabby in your
outfit neither. You gonna’ fuck me in your boots with them chaps
That’s so hot, boy! That’s an instant hard-on! My old dick
couldn’t git no harder’n it is right now. I’ve always wanted to do that
with a somebody, but I ain’t never found nobody crazy enough to do it
with me. You promise to wear yours?”
Waddie gives me permission. I hav’ta’ ask him first. I
don’t think he’d mind. Knowing him, I’m almost certain he’d
think it was hot.”
“You think my
old man would look on us as weird?”
kidding? He sleeps with his leathers on, because he knows it turns me
“He does look
hot in them leathers of his; always did. He and I used to mess
around when I was younger and didn’t have so many damn
responsibilities. That is,— when I could talk him into sharing his
slave Zane with me. Holy fuck! What a hot man he was.
My granddad couldn’t get enough of Zane. He used to fuck him by
the hour while my dad would be laying next to ‘em watching or reading a
book. Sometimes I’d come in and dad and I would carry on while
granddad fucked the daylights out of Zane. My granddad loved Zane
so much he’d jokingly tell him in front of his Master to leave that no
good son of a bitch and come live with him; — to hell with convention,—
he’d make an honest man outa’ him; he’d take him to a preacher and
marry him proper-like.”
The sheriff and
I shared a laugh.
“We been worried
about dad since Zane died. It’s been six years now and he ain’t
showed no interest in nobody ‘til you come along. Last time he
was home, I got him alone in the barn and talked him into let’n me suck
him off. He let me try, but he couldn’t even get an erection. I
felt so bad for him I almost cried. Cindy and I are so grateful
to you for bringing him around again. He’s like the old cowboy we
used to know and love.”
“He told me we
come together for a reason. I didn’t believe him at first, but I
do now. I know I’ve helped him and he’s helped me see a few
things more clearly. I know we don’t have too much time together,
then we have to go our separate ways, but I’ll always remember him and
the love we shared. Besides, it ain’t like I’m gonna’ lose him as
a close friend,— hell,— we live in the same community about five miles
down the road from each other. Lemme’ ask you some’um, Sheriff,— will
you promise to ride me really hard, Sir?”
“You try’n to
make me come in my jeans, Son. ‘Cause if’n you are, I ain’t too far
from it.” We both laughed. He looked at me and grinned wickedly.
He leaned over toward me on his pony and spoke every word with
conviction. “I’m a’ gonna’ fuck you so hard, boy,— the fillings in
yore’ gotdamn teeth are gonna’ drop out!”
I almost fell of
my pony laughing at him.
“I don’t think I
can make this next run, Sheriff,— I think I jes’ come in my Wranglers.”
looked over at us from across the arena, laughing our ass’s off and
raised an eyebrow. He didn’t have to ask what we were talking
about, he knew from my red face. I told the sheriff I was kidding and
we made the run. We made the best time for the afternoon. Before
we left the arena for the night and we were putting ponies away he came
over to tell me he’d see me later.
“Oh, one other
thing, Sheriff,— you don’t have to shower before you come out to join
Son? I been on my pony all afternoon and got awful hot and
“Yes, Sir, I
know.” I smiled.
He shook his
head and chuckled as I watched a wet spot form in his Wranglers the
size of a fifty cent piece. He saw me looking, he looked down at
his crotch and back up to my eyes.
answer yore’ question, Son?” He laughed.
“Yes, Sir, I’d
say it does, Sheriff.”
“Okay, I won’t.
Damn, boy, you got me so fuck’n horny.”
forward to help’n you out with that problem, Sheriff Claymore. I know
my ole asshole’s got a right powerful itch only a sheriff’s big dick
“God, help me!”
he said under his breath and laughed as he walked away.
* * * * *
We put the
ponies away for the evening, and had a light supper with both families.
I really like the sheriff’s wife, Cindy. She was good looking and
petite. She had a ready good sense of humor and wasn’t afraid to
laugh. I also like his two boys. The younger one didn’t have much
interest in rodeoing. He was more into computers and video games.
He older brother, Gip junior, or little Gip, as they called him was a
fine looking young man and every inch a cowboy. He was very much
like his dad and granddad. He and I roped several times together during
the day and made decent times, but he really roped best with his
dad. They had the second best times of the day. Master
Claymore and I had the best times.
We said our
goodnights to everyone and started our walk back to the double
‘R.’ We were talking quietly.
“I take it we’re
on for this evening.” Master Claymore spoke softly to me.
“Yes, Sir, I
guess we are. He seems to think so. I really like your boy, Master
Waddie. He’s one of a kind, but then,— like father, like son.” I
winked at him. He grinned.
decided to stow his stuff in the double ‘R.’ It was almost an
unspoken understanding between us he would be spending every night with
me while we were there. That was more than fine with me. I
couldn’t get enough of pleasing the big man. We got back to the
coach after a full day of roping and we were both tired. He
decided to have one of the beers I had in my fridge, but he told me not
to tell his boy. He was only going to have one to relax. He
sat on the couch and sort of stretched out.
“Come over here
and sit with me for a few minutes, cowboy.”
I moved over to
the couch and sat beside him. He put his arm around me and pulled
me into a kiss. I could taste the beer in his mouth. It didn’t
taste so bad that way.
“You been doing
any think’n on what Gip told ju’ today about your granddad?”
Master Waddie. I was too busy watching the rope’n and looking at
you and the sheriff.” I smiled.
“Yeah, well, he
was a’ watch’n you, too. He can’t say enough good things about
you and he’s willing to help any way he can.”
“He seems like a
good man. You should be proud of him.”
“I’m very proud
of him. I sometimes wish I could live closer to him and his
family, but on the other hand, maybe it’s best. He gave up my
lifestyle years ago for another dream, and he’s living it. When
he told me he had a dream about coming home, getting married and
raising a family I was shocked at first. Then when I figured he was
serious and this weren’t jes’ some fantasy, I supported him. Of course,
my dad was still alive then and he and Gip were like two peas in a
pod. I don’t think any two men ever loved each other more’n him
and his granddad. He didn’t wanna’ say today, but I think that’s
really why he identifies with the situation you’re in. He misses my dad
as much or more than I do. It really tore him up when dad died.”
was about finished with his beer. I had my head laying on his
shoulder. I could smell all his male odors and he was driving me
crazy. I wasn’t about to say anything, ‘cause I know I’d just want to
fall to my knees, pay homage to his boots and suck him off. I thought
it would be best if I played it cool.
about finished with your beer, maybe I should get in there and clean
up. It may take me a while so make yourself comfortable. Watch
T.V. if you want or there’s some DVD movies in that drawer under the
“Why don’t you
let me get in there first and clean up, then you can have it all to
“Humm,—” was all
I said like I was thinking about something.
“I know you so
well by now.” He smiled at me.
asked with mock indignity.
“You don’t want
me to clean up, and you don’t know how to ask me without sounding like
a pervert, right?” He grinned at me. I just started
blushing. He laughed. “You won’t sound like no damn
pervert. My slave used to beg me not to shower after we’d been
rodeoing all day. He wanted me like I was. He wanted me to go two
or three days at a time and I jes’ couldn’t do that. I’ll bet
chu’ beg your old man not to clean up sometimes.”
“Yes, Sir,— I’ve
tired to talk him into not cleaning up for a couple of days but he
won’t go no more’n two days without cleaning himself. He don’t know how
much it turns me on. I asked the sheriff not to shower before he
came out. He promised me he wouldn’t. I think the idea I want him
smelling like a man turns him on.”
threw back his head and laughed.
“You want me to
put my leathers on without shower’n,--- is that it, Son?”
Master Waddie, if you will, Sir. Should I ask you more formally.”
“No, I think you
all ready done asked me in a goodly manner. Besides, it sort of
turns me on, too.” He smiled at me and winked. “You want help
with your plug after you clean up?”
nice if someone helps me with it, Sir.”
“Be happy to,
I got up to go
to the bathroom, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off his big cowboy
boots. I’d had my eyes on them all day and every damn time I
looked at them my mouth would start to water. I had to ask him if
I could make a little love to them and taste them.
“Before I go,
Master Waddie, may I pay homage to your boots, Sir?”
dusty, Son. Why don’t chu’ wait until I get my leathers on. I’ll
go in and change while you’re in the shower.”
“At least, let
me get a rag and clean ‘em up for ya, Sir.”
“That might be
nice. You don’t have to, they’s jes’ gonna’ git dirty again tomorrow.”
“Good,— then I
can clean ‘em again for you.” I smiled at him.
laughed at me as I went to the kitchen, found a rag and wet it down
with warm water. I returned and lovingly cleaned his big boots
for him. They looked pretty good when I got through.
“Okay,— now you
may pay homage to ‘em if’n you want to. I wanna’ kept my boy
Waddie, it would make me very happy, Sir.”
I kissed each of
his handsome boots. He pulled me up into his big arms again to
give me a good kiss. We broke it off, he turned me toward the
bathroom, patted me on my butt, and sent me off to shower.
* * * * * * *
By the time I
got out of the shower, Master Waddie put on his leathers and was
looking hot. I stood and just stared at him for a minute.
“You need my
help with your plug, Son?”
“Yes, Sir, but I
have to ask you something, Master.”
told me he would wear his boots and chaps tonight, and I was jes’
wondering, if you’d mind,— ”
“If you put
“Not at all, I’d
like to see you two that way. Humm,— since when did my boy git
“He told me he’s
always wanted to, but he ain’t never found nobody crazy enough to do it
“He’s found the
right men, huh, cowboy?”
that, Sir.” Master Waddie and I
* * * * * * *
I quickly donned
my boots, chaps and an older, fine looking western cut leather vest I
loved to wear. I’d done this sort of thing by myself, at home
alone, stood in front of a mirror and jacked off, but I’d never
done it with anyone. It was a highly erotic and exciting
feeling. It was like revisiting the fantasy days of my childhood
where I found the whole idea of being a cowboy not only a dream but a
sexual fantasy wish fulfillment as well. To be doing it in front
of a fine looking, mature man with his obvious approval was something
I’d always dreamed of sharing with another person.
helped me with my plug. I could tell he was no amateur when it came to
inserting a plug into a man’s ass. To say he had a magic touch
sounds trite; however, when an old phrase works,— hell, use it.
Master Waddie did, indeed, have a magic touch. He had that plug
up my butt faster than anybody ever had before and for lack of a better
phrase,— made me enjoy it to its fullest. My brother and my dad were
good but this man was like a professional. He knew what the hell
he was doing. He impressed the hell out of me.
Waddie plugged my butt we lay across my bed making love. He
couldn’t help but reach down to my ass and play with my plug. It was
almost like an expected, automatic response for him. He was just
like my dad, he loved that damn plug. I can’t say the joy in their
sexual excitement over something as simple as a plug up my butt didn’t
bring me a considerable amount of happiness as well. Master
Waddie was right, I did need to serve and please a man. I
wondered if I was really imprinted that way as I overheard some of
Master Waddie’s family talking or if someday my needs and interest
might change. I hadn’t fully given up the idea of marrying and
having a family of my own.
I looked upon
serving these men almost as a birthright. I certainly didn’t feel the
least demeaned by wanting to give to such men as my dad and Master
Waddie. I felt it was my choice to be either; however, perhaps
because of my youth, I chose to be taught and lead by these strong and
powerful men. It seemed like their strength and sense of purpose
was only adding to my own sense of self worth. They only made me
stronger in my resolve, no matter which way I ultimately chose to live
my life, it would be with principle, a strong dedicated will and a glad
heart. I was to learn more from Sheriff Gip Claymore.
I made love to
and tasted Master Waddie’s fine codpiece again but he wouldn’t allow me
to remove it. He wanted to wait until the sheriff got
there. He did allow me to use my hand as we made love to feel him
through his leather pouch. It was really sensual to feel him
growing strong behind the leather. Once again the big head of his
dick popped out the top of his codpiece and I kissed it gently. I
couldn’t wait to feel it up my ass and was about to tell him so.
Master Waddie quieted me. I listened and heard a key in the door
to my trailer. I left only a small night light on in the living
area and had a small one in the bedroom to give off a soft ambient
light. It was just enough to see by. We heard a pair of big
cowboy boots walking down the hallway to my bedroom.
Casey? Ya’ll in here?” Spoke Gip quietly.
“Yeah,— come on
in, Son.” Master Waddie invited him.
appeared at the door like a kid on his first day at school. He
was peeking in like he wasn’t sure what to expect. When he got a
good look at his dad in all his leathers holding a young cowboy in a
leather vest, chaps and boots with his big dick hanging out in front, a
grin as big as Texas slowly spread across his face.
“Fuck me in the
butt!” he laughed, “I seen me some pur-tie sights in my day but none
what could top this ‘un. Hot damn, you two look like a wet dream
I been having and I can’t wait to jump in.”
“Ah,— but not
before you keep a promise you made to my slave-boy, Son.”
don’t have to worry none about that, cep’n my old boots are pretty
dirty. I don't wanna' git chur’ nice leather bed cover messed up,
“You let us
worry about that, Son. Go into the living room and git chur’self
ready then holler at us when you’re through.”
Dad. Damn, Casey,— you look good enough to eat, Son;— or fuck.”
He giggled like a school boy as he turned to go into the living
area. Master Waddie winked at me and we both laughed at his
“I have a
feeling this is going to be a night to remember, Master.” I
grinned at him.
“I’m sure it
will be, Son. I been on the receive’n end of my boy’s dick any
number of times, and he ain’t never pulled out of my butt when I
weren’t fully satisfied. Fucks me jes’ like my old man
done. Gip could be a twin of my dad. I know you’re gonna’
“How are we
gonna’ handle this, Master Waddie?”
“What da’ ya’
mean, boy,— you’re still my slave,— ain’t chu?” he grinned at me.
“With all my
heart, Master Waddie. You know that.”
“Then be my
slave, boy, and trust your Master. He’ll tell you what to
do. Jes’ remember your manners and you’ll do fine.”
About that time
we heard the Sheriff holler from the living room he was ready. We
got up and I followed Master Waddie. There, in my living area, in
front of us, stood a cowboy God. The sheriff had on his big,
brown latigo leather, batwing working chaps, his big dirty, dusty light
brown cowboy boots and a nice dark brown leather working vest that had
dark sweat stains around the armpits. He even had his big, wide
brimmed cowboy hat on. Fuck! He looked hot. His dick was
framed by his chaps and hanging loosely in front of him. He was
about the same size as his dad. Master Waddie stopped dead in his
tracks and I almost bumped into him. I caught myself and was
peeking around his big form like a kid stealing a look at the Christmas
tree on Christmas morning.
“You wanna’ take
this one, Casey, or you want me to?”
“I think I can
handle it, Master Waddie.”
I chuckled and
moved from behind my Master to fall to my knees in front of the
Sheriff. I leaned over and lovingly kissed each of his dusty
boots. I didn’t give a shit if they were dirty, they were way too
hot not to pay homage to them. Master Waddie taught me his
family’s ritual greeting and obviously Sheriff Claymore remembered as
well. I felt his hand by my head, I took it and lovingly kissed
the back and put it to my forehead. I heard his deep voice, the
voice of considerable masculine authority, speak.
“Git up here in
my cowboy arms, slave, and show me your love.”
I almost knocked
Gip over I was in his arms so fast, kissing him like he was the last
man on earth. He returned my kiss with equal enthusiasm, all the
while running his hands over my leathers, over my butt and down to my
hole. I felt him when he touched my plug and gently felt around
it. He didn’t break our kiss for a minute, but he moaned deeply
in his throat. It was a sound that seemed to emanated from his
gut; the sound of a man bound to the ecstacy of the moment. He
gently pushed in on my plug as I pushed back with my ass. His all ready
roaring hard, big dick, swelled again, and grew another three inches up
my stomach. I thought for a minute he was going to ejaculate but he
didn’t. Our cocks were about to declare war on each other trying to
find an inch of neutral ground. He finally broke off our kiss and
held me at arms length.
shit!” He exclaimed, “I knew you were hot, boy, but my daddy done
trained you pert-damn good all ready. That dick of yours has to
be from yore’ granddaddy as well as them purple eyes. I’ve hear’d
talk from Bubba about his legendary cock.”
grabbed me to him in a big bear hug and immediately his hand went to my
plug again. I laughed and heard Master Waddie roar with laughter
“My old man make
you wear that, Son?”
“Naw,— now wait
a minute,— ” I heard Master Waddie jump in. “Go, on,--- tell 'em,
“I wear it
because my daddy likes it, Sheriff. He never asked me to,
but when I found out it turned him on, I got use to wear’n it for him,
understand why, Son,— does it for me.” Gip laughed.
“Sit down there
on the couch, Son and let my slave-boy clean your boots.”
“Aww, Dad,— he
don’t have to do that.”
“Look, if Jesus
washed his disciples feet, my slave-boy can clean yore’ boots,— right,
right, Master Waddie. It would be an honor, Sheriff Claymore to
clean your boots for you, Sir.”
winked at me and motioned with his head to get a rag. I went into the
kitchen area to get the same rag I cleaned his boots with
earlier. I rinsed it out in hot water and returned to kneel in
front of the Sheriff. I took his boot and placed it directly in
my crotch so the heel was resting on my ball sack and the sole of his
boot was holding my dick up and back into my stomach. I lovingly
cleaned the left one, then transferred his right boot to my crotch to
clean it. They looked pretty damn good when I got finished.
they’re nice and clean, Sheriff, may I pay proper homage to your boots,
may, slave-boy, I would appreciate that.”
I kissed, licked
and tasted his fine boots and ended with a deep kiss to each one.
I once again found his waiting hand. I kissed the back of it and
placed it to my forehead.
“Git up here,
cowboy, and gimme’ some love’n.” The Sheriff ordered.
Once again I was
smothered in Sheriff Gip Claymore’s arms as my Master looked on with
Master Waddie clear his throat to get our attention. “All right, you
two, you got plenty a’ time to make love to each other after we take
off after the rodeo.”
“You gonna’ hang
around, Son,— maybe work for me for a while? I can always use an
extra hand around the ranch.” The sheriff asked me with
“I jes’ might,—
if’n I’m invited, Sheriff.”
I’ll jest’ arrest yore’ pretty little ass until you agree to
stay.” Gip broke up laughing. “Besides, I know you wanna’ git to
know Bubba and yore’ granddaddy. Bubba and his boys are due here
tomorrow sometime. They always stay in my barn for a couple of
nights they’s here for the rodeo. For all the shit I say about
old Bubba, I love the man and his boys with all my heart. Old
Bubba’s given me some of the finest fucks I ever did have,— on either
My oldest boy’s
pretty well taken with Bubba’s oldest boy, Vince. He named
his two boys after yore’ daddy and yore’ daddy’s brother. He said
he asked Mr. Langtry’s permission before he did. He said the old
man cried in his arms, but he was proud to give him permission.
The old man treats them two boys like the grandkids he never had.
He’s offered both of them a job at the Lazy 8 but they’s too busy
helping their daddy. Besides I don’t knows old Bubba could let
loose of either one of ‘em, and they’re devoted to their old man.
They won’t take a shit without ask’n him first if’n it was all
right.” the sheriff laughed in merriment, the continued.
“I ain’t even
gonna’ tell old Bubba who you is. If’n you wants to tell ‘em,—
that’s yore’ business. He won’t hear it from me or one a’ my
boys. Don’t think it’ud do no harm, none, to tell old
Bubba. If’n you let ole Bubba think he’s gonna’ get a big piece
a’ yore’ pie, he’ll go to his grave with your secret,— right,
Dad?” The two men roared with laughter. Gip had almost as
colorful a way with cowboy lingo as my dad. He was funny.
“C’mon, my good
slave-boy. Let’s us git chu’ fucked.” My Master winked and
smiled at me.
We returned to
the bedroom and Master Waddie told me to layout on my back. I all
ready had a towel and some lube laid out for our use. Master
Waddie pushed a pillow from the top of the bed down underneath the
leather spread for me to prop my head up. He got on the bed with
his knees straddling my head. He reached over me and grabbed my
boots and pulled my legs up and apart so the Sheriff could get at my
ass. He bent me backwards until my boots came to rest and be held
under each of his arms. He locked his arms so I was secure and he
had his hands free.
The sheriff was
standing at the foot of the bed and I could see him grinning and
playing with himself like he was a kid about to ride a new pony.
Master Waddie relaxed and sat back a little until his codpiece was
right at my mouth and my nose was up under the back of it. I
could smell all his delicious flavors mixed with the smell of his
leathers. It was intoxicating. He spoke to the sheriff.
wait’n for, Son,— an engraved invitation?” He laughed.
I watched the
sheriff get on the bed on his knees, stroking his big, hard dick.
I couldn’t wait to feel it in me.
Claymore, fuck me, Sir. It’s all yours, Sheriff. I’ll try
to give you the best fuck you ever had, Sir. If’n I don’t, then
you can arrest me and fuck me ‘til I git it right, Sir.”
“Sounds good to
me, cowboy.” He laughed.
up, there, Son. Pop his plug out and replace it with yore’
dick. You don’t have to loosen him up or nothing. He’s
ready to be fucked.”
“Son of a
bitch!” exclaimed the sheriff, “I didn’t consider that’s what the plug
was for. Yore’ daddy don’t have to bother with loosen you up,
does he, Son?”
Sheriff. I sleep with it ‘most ever’ night so if he wants more of
my ass during the night he don’t have to bother with none of that. He
just pops it out, fucks me and puts it back.”
If’n you’s my boy, I’d want chu’ to do the same damn thing. In
fact, I wonder if’n I could talk little Gip into wear’n one.” He
grinned as he was stroking and lubing up his big dick.
“Do you and your
boys play around, Sheriff?”
“Once in a
while. I play more with little Gip than I do Buck. I think
Buck and his brother play some, but I ain’t real sure. I know
dad’s played with both of ‘em a couple a’ times. They both used
to love fuck’n his mate Zane. H’it jes’ don’t come up too
often. We’re so damn busy most of the time we don’t hardly git
time to do much together. Once in a while we git away together
and pig out for a weekend with each other. My boys ain’t afraid
of their sexuality male or female wise. I hope they both marry
and have families but if’n they don’t h’it won’t be the end of the
world. I’ll still love ‘em anyways.”
“You be talk’n
too much, slave! You need something in yore’ mouth.”
popped off his codpiece and his huge dick and balls fell onto my
face. I opened my mouth to receive the head of his delicious cock
and started by cleaning out under his foreskin. His balls were
resting on and covering my nose. With every breath I
breathed in, I could smell his full-bodied masculine odors from his day
in the saddle. He smelled wonderful and I heard the sheriff laugh
as my dick jump to salute. I couldn’t see the sheriff as Master
Waddie’s balls were covering my eyes as well. I just continued to
suck and clean his cock. It tasted wonderful as he fed me just a
I felt Sheriff
Claymore grip my plug and pop it out of my ass. I could feel him moving
his big dick around my hungry hole and suddenly I was filled with
sheriff dick. Woah! What a feeling! My ass was full of his
wonderful cock. I heard him take a deep breath. I could
feel him throwing his arms around his dad and Master Waddie putting his
around his boy. They held each other and kissed a deep kiss while
Master Waddie leaned forward so a little more of his dick could slide
down my throat. The sheriff met him with his cock securely docked
up my butt. I could feel them feeling each other and continuing
their kiss as Master Waddie began to fuck my throat gently with his
cock and the sheriff slowly began to fuck my ass.
‘Don’t git much
better’n this, cowboy.’ I thought to myself.
I held my arms
up and around Master Waddie’s legs. I could feel and smell his leathers
as he urged me to suck more of his dick. I could feel the
sheriff’s chaps against my bare butt as he began to fuck me
harder. He was like his dad; I could tell he appreciated and
enjoyed a fine piece of ass. I wanted the sheriff to take all he
needed. He was feeling mighty good up my ass. I was zoned
out. Here I was being fucked by the sheriff of the county with
his dad’s big cock down my throat sucking on it for all I was
worth. Every now and then I could feel the sheriff and Master
Waddie steal a kiss from each other.
Claymore fucked me for a while my Master decided I’d better stop
sucking him because he was just about to come. He removed his
cock from my hungry mouth and told me to make love to his balls.
I began to kiss them, clean his huge orbs and make love to them.
At one point he had me open my mouth as wide as I could and dropped
both his balls into my mouth. I sucked on them and pushed them
around in his sack with my tongue.
The taste of his
cowboy sweat from a full day of rodeoing was intoxicating. His
sexual phereomones were in full bloom. He finally removed them
and lay them gently over my mouth and nose. I kept licking and
cleaning up behind his balls. Every now and then I would get a
whiff of his signature male odor coming from his ass and my dick
would get harder. I inched my way up under him to the leather
patch covering his hole.
I was past the
point of reason in my sexual high. I suddenly knew I had to taste
it. I had to taste him. I started cleaning and making the
appropriate love to his leather patch. I felt him relax as
he felt my tongue pressing against his hole through the leather.
I cleaned, kissed and licked his patch until I thought I would faint
from the anticipation of the prize that lay just underneath.
Master Waddie could feel me trembling.
“Is Casey all
right, Dad?” Gip asked his dad.
“Yeah, he’s jes’
been a’ knock’n at my backdoor for sometime now, and I think he’s about
ripe for a little taste. You sure you know what chur’ doing,
Son?” Master Waddie asked me.
I want it, Master Waddie. Please, Sir.”
I never wanted
anything more in my life. I was getting fucked royally and
thought making love to my Master’s hole would be the icing on the cake.
you’ve made enough love to my patch,— you may remove it.”
I knew he meant
I could only remove it with my mouth. I located the far end and
got a corner of the leather in my teeth and pulled down on it. It
fell into my face. I felt Master Waddie’s hand feel around and
take it away. He shoved it into the back pocket of his leather
I lost no time
in making love to my Master’s hole and the sheriff continued to fuck me
harder. It was my first time being that intimate with another
man’s ass but I knew it probably wouldn’t be my last time. I can
remember the feeling when my dad made love to my ass and how I almost
came. Master Waddie seemed to be responding more that a little
favorably and I found myself near climax.
was stroking himself. He could see my dick was poised, ready to
shoot. He was close to erupting and raised himself from my mouth
to shove his dick down my throat for me to hungrily take his biker
seed. I could now see Sheriff Claymore with his head thrown back
in his moment of orgasm as he emptied his hot cowboy-sheriff’s come
into my waiting, well fucked ass. We all shot within seconds of
each other. The more I felt the sheriff shoot in my ass and the
more biker come Master Waddie shot down my throat the more I shot. I
thought I would never stop coming. I came so much Master Waddie
and the sheriff started chuckling.
Gip grabbed my
dick and gave it a couple of good pumps and I squirted more come all
over me and Master Waddie. Master Waddie instructed the sheriff
to put my plug back in my ass. He did almost as well as his dad
had done earlier. They both stretched out beside me.
Sheriff Claymore took me into his arms and started to kiss me. I
stopped him with a concerned look on my face.
Son, as many times as I’ve had my lips wrapped around my old man’s hole
you don’t have to worry none about that.” He laughed and kissed
resist. I was as near heaven as I could get. I asked
permission to clean my spunk from my Master and his leathers. He
graciously gave me permission. Sheriff Claymore couldn’t resist
playing with my plug as I cleaned my Master. When Master Waddie
was satisfied with my job he told me to lay down again. I
stretched out between them and the sheriff took me into his arms once
more. Master Waddie was pressed tightly up against me with his
big arms around both of us.
“I really would
like for you to hang around for a while after dad leaves with the
“See, didn’t I
tell you my boy would fall in love with you?” chuckled Master Waddie.
Sheriff, honest,— on the way here he told me. Master Waddie ain’t never
told me nothing wrong yet, Sir, but he also told me, I’d fall in love
with you.” I smiled at Gip. He hugged me tighter.
“And have you,
Son?” He asked.
Sheriff. What? Are you kidding? After fuck’n me like
you jes’ done? That was a damn fine fuck’n you gimme,’ Sir.
Master Waddie done taught me you can love more than one person;
however, the love you have for them won’t be better or worse but each
will be unique. My Cousin Rance told me never to deny love
anywhere I found it, even if it was for only a little while.”
a cowboy; so’s my dad. They won’t never tell you wrong,
Son. If I introduce you to your granddad would you want me to
tell him you’re working for me for a while, but you’re looking for a
steady job? It occurred to me he jes’ might offer you a
job. If’n you went to work for him you’d really git a chance to
know him even if, like you say, it was for only a little while.”
considered that, Sir, but I don’t know what I’d do with my pony and
here. I’ll take care of your pony and you kin lock up your
coach. I have a key in case of emergency or I have to move it for
any reason. Does the key you gimme’ fit the ignition, too?”
H’it’s the only key you need.”
“You git two
weekends off per month. They’ll bring you into town ever’ Friday.
They let chu’ off at noon, but by the time they drive you into town,
here, it’s two-thirty or three O’clock. You can jes’ come by the
station, and I’ll bring you out here to say in your coach. They pickup
the hands in town ever’ Sunday evening about eight and take ‘em back
out to the ranch. I’d make sure you get back to town.”
what the rent’s gonna’ be?” Master Waddie laughed.
better’n ‘nat, Dad!” the sheriff shot back to my Master, “Naw,— I
ain’t that way, Son,— my old man knows that. He jes’ be jive’n
with ya.’ I’d never expect that. What I’m offer’n is with
no strings attached; however, I probably wouldn’t say ‘no’ if’n
you was to invite me to your coach of an evening.” He winked at
me and stole another kiss.
“I think Master
Waddie knows me well enough to know I wouldn’t invite you to my coach
because I felt obligated, Sheriff. If I invited you it’ud be
because I genuinely want to, Sir.”
“Have you had
any experience punch’n cattle, Casey?” Sheriff Claymore asked me.
“Yes, Sir, me’n
my cousin, Dwayne,— we’s all the time work’n on our ranches; then,
about a couple a’ years ago we spent a month herding cows and
rounding up rodeo stock for my Cousin Rance on a big ranch; however,
there’s something I probably need to share with you men, but if’n I do,
I don’t want it to go no further.”
Son? Anything you tell dad’n me won’t go beyond this coach.”
“He don’t know
it,— but my granddaddy works for me.”
Gip raised an
eyebrow, and grinned at me.
“He works for
you? I don’t understand. How could he work for you, Casey?”
“I’m a third
owner of the Lazy 8.”
The two men were
silent. The sheriff’s mouth dropped open. He just looked at
me sort of like he was trying to figure out whether to laugh or shit on
my bed. Master Waddie chuckled behind me and stole a kiss.
“Don’t look at
me!” Master Waddie exclaimed to his boy. “If this man tells you
he’s a partner in the Lazy 8 you can take it to the bank. I know
him and his daddy are big friends with Sticker Wiggins and Sidney
“You know old
“He’s my little
brother’s wrangler, Sheriff. He’s also Mr. Wainright’s partner.”
know’d Sticker for years. I know the sheriff of your town, Leland Bard,
too. Good man, old Lealand! He’s been out here to rodeo
with us a couple a’ times. Ain’t no funnier man God put on this
Earth than him.”
Sheriff Bard, Sir.”
come to own a third interest in the Lazy 8 and how come you never knew
before now your granddad worked for the ranch?”
I explained how
my little brother told me about the stock shares Mr. Wainright put on
the market. I saved all my rodeo money and money I made from
other stock ventures Mr. Wainright told me to invest in. Those
investments made me a lot of money. I invested heavily and bought
all the shares of the Lazy 8 the minute they hit the market.
I went on to
tell them, I bought them about a year before I decided to hit the road,
and I bought them under a corporate name so Mr. Wiggins and Mr.
Wainright wouldn’t know who the buyer was. Since my corporation
has elected to play the role of a silent partner, I actually knew
little about the running of the ranch; however, after learning
yesterday that my granddaddy worked for the ranch I wondered why
Sticker or Mr. Wainright never said anything to me about having a man
work for them with eyes like mine.
“I don’t think
Sidney’s ever met your granddaddy, Casey.” said the Sheriff,
“Sticker hired him on at the ranch shortly after he took over
management a little over ten, maybe eleven years ago. I don’t
think Sidney’s set foot on the ranch since. He leaves ever’ thing
up to ole Sticker. I think it’s his way of not wanting to
interfere with Sticker’s management. Why, even most of the hands
what work the ranch don’t know who Mr. Wiggins is. They all think
he’s a local rancher who comes to help out now and again.
Bubba and his boys almost always help with their spring roundup ever’
year. Besides, ole Sticker ain’t a man what talks much about his
business. He don’t mix his two worlds. Don’t know’s it ever
crossed his mind there might be a connection. Maybe he don’t even
know the story of what happened between your dad and granddad. He
wouldn’t have no reason to tell you if’n he never made the connection.”
wondered about it and arrived at about the same conclusion,
Sheriff. Sticker thinks too much of me to keep something like
that from me.”
I went on to
tell them the financial venture had almost paid back half my initial
investment in one year’s time and I really didn’t need to work. Master
Waddie and Sheriff Claymore were amazed.
“Me and my
brothers, Dwayne Harding, and Logan Wainright formed a
corporation. My little brother, Logan, Mr. Wainright’s son,— he’s
about one of the smartest young men you ever run across. He
figured out a name for our corporation, “Hensly Agrocon.” To
prove to you I ain’t jes’ blow’n smoke up yore’ butts, if’n you take
all the letters and rearrange ‘em, it’ll spell out my name. It’s an
anagram of my name, Casey Longhorn.” They both fell out laughing.
“Let me get this
straight, cowboy!” Master Waddie said as he was laughing.
“You’re an owner,— you own a third interest of the Lazy 8 as a silent
partner,— the ranch your granddaddy works for?”
couldn’t help himself, he and the sheriff started laughing again.
that’s the gospel truth, Master Waddie. I ain’t shit’n ya’ none.”
shit! I learn something new about you around ever’ corner,
boy. I knew there was some greater power tell’n me to take you on
to be my slave-boy for a little while. H’it done told me, there’s
something special about this young man. Damned, if’n it weren’t
“So,— if’n you
was to go to work for your granddad,— ole Sticker and Sidney wouldn’t
know you were part owner,— right, Son?” the sheriff asked me.
right, Sheriff. My little brother sealed the corporate
information for three years before it can be made public.”
slapped his hand on his leather chaps and they both broke up laughing
“This is too,
fuck’n much,— ain’t it, Dad?”
thing I’ve heard in a while, Son. H’it all makes sense somehow.
Sometimes the Old Man,— he moves in mysterious ways.”
“You jes’ gotta’
stick around for a while, Son. I gotta’ know how all this plays
out. Dad’s right, the Old Man above done hooked you’n dad up so’s
he could git chu’ here to meet me. He’s a’ look’n out for you,
boy. I don’t do me much church going, but I sure as hell know
when He’s a’ try’n to tell me to go along with something he’s got
planned. I know I better listen to Him. I learnt me the hard
way.” The sheriff chuckled.
“If’n I did go
to work for my granddad, Sheriff,— I wouldn’t consider leaving my pony
here less’n you lemme’ pay for his board and you lemme’ give you
something toward utilities for my coach. My daddy done told me
sometimes you have to let a man pay his way so’s he won’t feel like
he’s imposing on you.”
ain’t no problem, Son. I can understand that, and yore’ daddy’s
right. If’n it’ud make you feel more comfortable, I wouldn’t say
‘no.’ You’d be welcome to come stay here your weekend’s
off. We’d love to have you.” Master Waddie and I chuckled,
“Now,— that ain't the way I mean it, and you both know it.
Anyways, I have a feeling after yore’ granddaddy gits a gander at
yore’ rope skills and meets you, he’s gonna’ offer you a job. I could
put a bug in his ear, if’n you’d want me to.”
“Let’s wait’ll I
meet him, Sheriff. I don’t know how I’ll react. Who
knows,--- maybe I
might not wanna’ work for him?” I told the sheriff.
“I didn’t think
a’ that, Casey. I certainly won’t say nothing less’n you ask me
Sheriff, I appreciate it. I might wanna’ talk to Bubba and feel
him out. I may not tell him all I’ve told you men. I don’t
want him spook’n my granddad. ‘Sides,— since I don’t know him, I
don’t know’s I can trust him like I can you two.”
“Old Bubba’s a
cowboy, Son. If you want him to keep something private he’ll take
it to his grave,— I promise you. You can be honest with
Bubba. He thinks the world of yore’ daddy and his brother.
He wouldn’t a’ named his boys after ‘em if’n he wasn’t pretty damn fond
Sheriff. I really appreciate your interest and offer to help.”
“Hell, I don’t
git to see too much happen what could really be called excite’n very
often, but yore’ meet’n up with your granddaddy is pretty damn
special. I know how important some’um like that can be for a man.
Anything I can do to help,— I’m more’n willing.”
We talked a
little more, then Sheriff Claymore decided he wanted to suck my
dick. I told him I wanted to suck his, too, so we got into a
sixty-nine position to suck each other off. Master Waddie popped
my plug out of my butt, filled me full of his big Master’s dick and
gently fucked me. I shot a load in the sheriff’s mouth I thought
might drown him but he took me like a trooper.
I didn’t want
Sheriff Claymore to leave. I would’ve loved to sleep between the
two big men, but I knew he had other obligations. He looked so
hot in his weathered, sweat stained, leather vest; his well worn
bat wing, latigo leather working chaps and his fine cowboy boots.
I knew my dick was going to stay hard all the next day. He went
to my bathroom, cleaned himself so he could put his clothes on and head
to his house to really clean up before his family got home.
Master Waddie re-plugged my butt and we got up to say ‘goodbye.’
We hugged and kissed at the front door of my coach.
“Wish ya’ didn’t
have ta’ go, Sheriff, but I understand.”
“Wish’t I didn’t
either, cowboy, but if’n you stick around for a while we’ll git to see
other. You want chur’ key back, buckaroo?”
key, Sheriff.” Was all I said. He smiled real big and
kissed me again.
“By the way,
Casey, be sure’n wear them contact lenses of yours
tomorrow. Bubba and his boys are due in sometime in the early
afternoon. They never miss a chance to toss a few with us the day
before the rodeo.”
* * * * * * *
left. Master Waddie took me into his arms and held me for a few
minutes and then gently kissed me.
“Proud of you,
boy. You made a good friend tonight.” He spoke gently.
fortunate to have met Sheriff Claymore, Master Waddie. I think it
was meant to be; first you, and then the sheriff. You were right,
Sir, you’n me,— we needed something only we could give each other.”
“I got a lot
more to give you tonight, slave-boy.” he grinned wickedly.
“I was kinda
hoping you might, Sir. We gonna’ win that rodeo come Friday,
“Any doubt in
yore’ mind, Son?”
“Naw, Sir, but a
little bit more insurance couldn’t hurt none.”
cowboy. C’mon, let’s go pack yore' cowboy butt full of Master
Waddie's comprehensive rodeo package. My old dick can't wait to
make another investment." he laughed.
* * * * * * *
lay underneath her husband, breathless in the afterglow of their
love making. She’d experienced several wonderful and powerful
climaxes; one right after the other as she felt her mate empty his hot
seed into her. In all their years together Gip had never been a
selfish husband who would get his, yawn, roll over and go to
sleep. He was the husband, friend and lover he always was from
their wedding night.
Cindy was a
little older than most girls to get married, but she waited for Gip.
She realized he was on the run from the government to avoid the
draft. She didn’t see him as a coward;— she saw him a man of
convictions he gained from his dad and granddad. She knew the war
couldn’t go on much longer. Gip never failed to write her every
week while he was on the road with his dad. He never promised her he’d
come back to her. She just knew.
She was a virgin
the first night he took her and she knew in her heart he was,
too. He shared with her his sexual experimentation with other
men, but swore to her he’d never been with a woman. She believed
him. He told her the truth.
She lay there
smiling to herself as her husband made sweet, gentle love to her while
he still filled her with his goodness. He saw her smile and
smiled back at her. She knew, without a doubt, her big, cowboy,
husband had been out with his dad and Casey earlier in the
“I’m so glad to
see your dad has found someone to spark his interest in life
again. Me’n the kids have been praying for him, and I know you
“I am, too,
sweetheart. Casey’s jes’ the cowboy what could do it. He’s
kind, concerned, giving, lives his life by the cowboy code, and he's a
fine looking young man.”
“He is a looker,
no doubt. The girls can't talk about nothing else but him;
however, I think they'll have to stand in line behind Buck and
little Gip. Boys will be boys." she giggled
mischieviously, "You gonna’ ask Casey to stay on for a while
after your dad and his family leave?” She asked softly.
Gip knew why she
was asking and smiled back at her question. He hesitated for a
minute before answering.
“You think I
“Oh, Lord, Gip,—
I certainly hope you do. With all that’s going on in that young
man’s life, he needs us right now. Most of all, he needs your
love and support.” Cindy was serious, but there was merriment in
her voice. Gip didn’t miss her double meaning.
“I all ready
have, Darlin.’” he confirmed quietly as he stole another kiss.
dear,--- I’m glad you did.” Cindy replied. She couldn't
help but giggle again. Gip laughed with her. After all
these years,--- they were still very much in love. Once again,
Cindy told herself she was glad she waited.
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