The next morning
we were once again up before sunrise. Master Waddie and I
showered together and had coffee in the trailer before we headed to the
big house for breakfast. There were six men of Master Waddie’s
family all ready in the kitchen fixing breakfast. I offered to help and
was told I could give Titus a hand cutting up potatoes for cowboy
Titus gave me a
smile and handed me a knife. Between us, it took no time to
finish cutting the huge pot of potatoes he had in front of him.
We were on a small service porch outside the kitchen where the main
activity was going on. I have to say, Mr. Titus is a handsome
man. We stood and talked quietly as we worked.
“You having a
good time on your run, Mr. Titus?”
“Yeah,— I really
am,— thanks, Casey. I’ve enjoyed meeting you and watching you and
Waddie rope. I’ve been here, to Sheriff Claymore’s ranch, many
times. I’m hoping you’n Waddie win the rodeo this year.”
“I hope so, too,
Mr. Titus. If’n there ain’t too much competition,— maybe we will.”
I’m sure of it.” Titus replied.
“I won’t ask how
you know. I know how you know, Mr. Titus.” I smiled at him
and blushed. “Can I talk to you honestly, Mr. Titus?”
“Sure you can,
Casey. Won’t go no further than me.”
“I know you and
ever’body else in Master Waddie’s family knows I’ve fallen in love with
him. I ain’t too good at hiding some'um like 'at. I gave
myself to him as his slave before we left Tuscon; however,--- we know
we ain't for each other in the long run, Mr. Titus. He has to go
on with you and
his family on his run, and I have to stay here to take care of some
important things in my life. We brought something to each other
we both needed for this brief period of time; but,— like Master Waddie
told me and I agree with him,— once I gave myself to him there will
always be a part of me what will be his slave and a part of him will
always be my Master.”
“Don’t you think
I’m aware of that, Son?”
“I had a feel’n
you might be, but I wanted to talk to you anyway. I jes’ never
want you to think I's trying to take something away from you what’s
“I never thought
that, nor would I ever think that. Waddie ain’t rightfully mine
by no means. He’s his own man and is recognized by our family
as a strong willed but compassionate Master. I certainly have no
claim to him. I won’t deny I’ve dreamed someday he would lay claim to
my ass. He ain’t show’d no interest in nobody until you come
along. Lord knows, I’ve done ever’ thing in my power to get him
to notice me, outside of performing my infamous,—
take-me-Master-I-wanna’-be-your-slave,— dance of the seven
bandanas.” we shared a laugh, “Believe me,— I’ve seriously
considered it; however, our family,— being the wonderfully
charitable men they are,— urged me not to;— told me it might send him
over the edge;— he might have ta’ double-up on his antidepressants.” we
laughed harder. Mr. Titus could be drolly funny. He
“He’s been so
hung up on letting go of his last slave he ain’t been able to see
beyond his grief;--- that is, until you come along. He’s always
admired you and your dad. I can’t tell you how many times he’s told me
what good men he thinks the two of you are. He thinks you men are
fine cowboys. I have to agree with him. I saw the light in his
eyes when we met up with you at that filling station outside of
Tucson. He wanted you,— big time. Who do you think urged him to
ask you if you wanted company that first evening?”
“I know, Mr.
Titus, I overheard you tell him and I truly appreciate it, Sir. I
have you to thank for getting to know and love a wonderful man like
Master Waddie;— for that, I’m truly grateful.”
welcome, Casey. I never would’ve urged him to ask you if’n I didn’t
think you were that kind of cowboy. What you and Master Waddie shared
this last couple of weeks has been wonderful;— not only for you
and him,— it’s been a real blessing for his family. You’ve essentially
jump-started his broken heart. The change in him ain't gone unnoticed,—
we’ve seen it happen. We’ve watched him go from being a gaunt, bent
over, aging, defeated, older man to the fine looking, proud, tall
walk’n, mature cowboy he used to be, and for that,— we’re all grateful
to you;— especially me.”
“I hope you
won’t be angry with me for telling him I thought you might like to
become his slave, Mr. Titus.”
“Why would I be
angry with you for telling the truth, Casey?”
thought a good looking man like you would be interested in becoming his
slave, Sir;--- especially, after being a Master for a number of years.”
what you’ve brought to him is the confidence he needs to see himself as
a Master again. I became a Master because of a deathbed promise to my
Master,— not by choice. That’s not to say I didn’t love my slave
with all my heart; it’s just,— if it were left up to me, I wouldn’t
have opted to become a Master. While I’m fully capable of
performing that function, and I did to the best of my ability, I’d
prefer to serve another man. Now,— here I am,— fifteen years
older, growing older by the day, with no slave and only one man I’d
consider serving for the rest of my life.”
considered telling him that, Mr. Titus? You might let him know you’d
like him to consider you for his slave, Sir. I certainly hope
I’ve brought the confidence to Master Waddie to make a claim for
you. It wold please me to know you’re both happy, and perhaps, I
played some small part in getting you together.”
thoughtful and generous thing to say, Casey. After we leave here,
I think I just may follow your advice.”
“Then you’re not
upset with me for this time I’ve spent with Master Waddie?”
Casey,— don’t never think that. If Master Waddie makes a claim
for me to become his slave, I’m the big winner here. Sometimes a
man has to give a little to get a little. In this case, I’d be
getting far more than the little I gave by suggesting he share his love
with you; however, you must remember,--- I will, in a way, always be
sharing him with you, but that ain’t no bad thing. He was
when he told you there will always be a part of you that belongs to him
and a part of him, will always be your Master. It’s just the way
love between men who understand that sort of thing. You will, in
essence, become my slave brother.”
“I’d like that,
“So would I,
Casey,— I’d like that very much.”
* * * * * * *
wonderful. I felt much better after talking with Mr. Titus and
everyone seemed to notice the free comradery that flowed between
us. Several wise cracks were made by the less reverent of Master
Waddie’s family and even the sheriff had a couple of astute
observations. Master Waddie looked at me several times with a
raised eyebrow. I’d look at Titus, he’d wink at me and cause me
to blush uncontrollably. Master Waddie was no dummy, but he was
also wise enough not to ask.
stood after breakfast to announce the day would be different from the
other days. The morning would be spent cleaning up and setting up
for the following days festivities. He wanted everything set up
and checked twice before lunch, so the afternoon could again be devoted
to rodeoing for all interested parties. His plan was, the
following morning nothing was to be done but load ponies and make it to
the rodeo grounds early. Those assigned to lunch duty would stay
in the kitchen, clean up from breakfast and began to fix lunch.
Gip ran his
ranch like a benevolent despot. He was always willing to listen
to a good suggestion, but he wanted it done his way. No one, not
even his own dad, dared to do anything without asking him
first. He was a coordinator and facilitator with more than
a little skill. Everything was done and lunch was ready by
eleven-thirty sharp. Sheriff Claymore was quite
rightfully smug we got it all done;--- and, done to his
satisfaction. Now, he could relax and enjoy the rest of the
day. We all breathed a collective sigh of relief.
* * * * * * *
We no sooner sat
down to a lunch of homemade cheeseburgers with all the fixings when a
huge pickup truck pulling a four horse trailer slowly pulled onto the
gravel road and up to the large area in front of the main barn.
know,” grinned the sheriff, “old Bubba would git cheer’ right at eat’n
Gip laughed and
everyone laughed with him. He got up to go meet and greet the men, so
did Master Waddie and a couple of the other men who knew Bubba and his
boys well. I couldn’t believe the size of the huge man who got
the truck and his two boys were almost as big. They were big men.
I wasn’t the least nervous about meeting Bubba. I took Gip’s
advice and was wearing my blue contact lenses. I’d let my beard
and mustache grow in a bit. It wasn’t full but just enough to look
and somewhat hide my facial features. Mr. Titus told me I looked
like an old time gun slinger.
I continued to
sit with the other men and eat my lunch. Several men were still
waiting for burgers to cook. They graciously allowed the cowboys
who were going to be rodeoing to eat first; however, it didn’t take
long before everyone was eating.
Bubba and his boys over to the table to introduce them to the men they
didn’t know; the rest, Gip figured, could say their ‘hellos’
themselves. Gip came around to me and I stood to shake the men’s
Swansey, this here young cowboy’s name is Mr. Casey
Longhorn. Casey this is Mr. Bubba Swansey and his boys Vincent
and Seth Quee.”
I stuck out my
hand and Bubba took it with his big ham of a hand and shook it, looking
me up and down like I was a peanut he’d like to shell and eat.
For only a second, I glanced down to see his monster growing in his
Wranglers and he instantly looked at my crotch. He was more than
a little pleased to see mine growing, too. A big knowing smile
crossed his face.
Swansey,— pleasure to meet chu,’ Sir. I done hear’d a lot about
chu' and your boys, Sir.”
Bubba looked at
me with a big, shit-eating grin on his face. I could swear I
could see the wheels turning in his head. He was wondering where he’d
met me before.
“Nice to met
chu,’ too, young man,— ” he paused for a moment, “ Have we met before,
Son,— maybe, last year at the rodeo?”
“Naw, Sir, Mr.
Swansey,— I ain’t never been to this rodeo before; ‘sides,— I’m sure
I’d remember meet'n a fine look’n gentleman like you, Sir.”
Swansey threw back his big head and exploded with laughter from the
bottom of his soul. He pulled me to him in an embrace. He
hugged me and bussed a big kiss behind my ear. I didn’t hold back
and hugged him in kind.
“Jes’ my wishful
think’n, I guess. Lemme' introduce my boys to ya,' Son. Casey,—
this here young man is my boy, Vince,—
and this here, fine look’n younger man, is my other son, Seth Quee.”
I shook both
men’s hands and they were grinning from ear to ear at the exchange
between their dad and me. It was obvious they were well aware of their
dad’s sexual proclivities.
good to meet both you gentlemen.” I told them and they responded
“You a roper,
Casey?” Bubba asked me.
“He ain’t jes’ a
roper, Bubba," Gip interjected, "he'n my dad won the Tucson
rodeo last weekend;--- AND, if that weren't enough, he won second place
in calf rope'n.”
shit?! Well, I’ll be danged! Who taught chu’ to rope, Son?”
“My daddy, Mr.
Swansey,--- he be a champion roper.”
“Would I know
him, Son?” he asked.
“I don’t think
so, Sir. We’re from out California way. Mr. Claymore’s my
neighbor and main competition back home. Since my daddy couldn’t
with me, we decided to team up for the Tucson rodeo. We make a
pretty good pair.”
the table agreed and Bubba smiled real big.
forward to seeing you toss a rope, Son. Don’t know’s I’m real
happy about who you teamed up with, but ever’ man’s gotta’ have a
partner, I suppose.” He threw back his head and laughed again as
he stuck out his hand to Master Waddie.
a bit, you old reprobate.” Master Waddie laughed as he shook his
hand, “Good to see you again, Bubba.” he added.
good to see you, Waddie. Welcome back to God’s country.” He
I could tell
Bubba was a man who like to laugh and have fun. His entire body
spoke of good times. He immediately impressed me as a man who
knew how to enjoy life, but he wasn't one to sweat the small shit.
wasn’t a good looking man by anyone’s standards; however, his two boys
weren’t too shabby looking. They wouldn’t win a beauty contest
but they made fine looking cowboys. Their daddy taught them how
to dress Western, and they took great pride in flaunting their cowboy
look and persona. They were hot men and they knew it. They
carried themselves with an air of self-assuredness that added to their
overall masculine mien. All of this, they obviously gleaned from
Bubba wasn’t exactly what one might call a ‘looker’ he was the
embodiment of ‘big man’ sexuality. He was matured, prime, grade
A, cowboy beef on the hoof and moved his body like his manhood
was the most important part of his person. He had a huge dick,
but he wasn’t the least bit shy about it. I’d wager he was almost
as big as me. While he was modest and reserved around the women folk,
he wasn’t shy about flaunting his masculine superiority with other men.
It wasn’t done in a braggadocios manner. He simply radiated a
strong masculine sexuality and surprisingly, rather than be put off or
offended by his presence, all the man felt more than a little
comfortable with it. I observed over half the men there were
sporting erections after Bubba shook their hand; my Master was one of
I winked at
Master Waddie and moved my leg aside so he could see my erection.
He grinned, nodded and blushed. My Master blushed like a school
boy. I thought I’d fall off the bench laughing at him. He
threw his big, beefy arm around me, pulled me to him and stole a
kiss. God, I loved that man. He packed my ass so full of
his insurance last night I knew we were going to have some great runs
that afternoon. There was just something about fucking me with
his son’s load inside me that really turned him into a
tiger. He fucked me three more times last night and I sucked him
off early, before the coffee pot clicked on in the kitchen. One
more night of my Master’s insurance ought to do it and I knew no one
could touch us at the rodeo the next day.
that!” Barked Bubba at me and Master Waddie with a big knowing
grin on his mug as he sat down at the table opposite us with his burger
and plate piled as high as he could get it.
barked back Master Waddie, “Me giving my rope’n partner a little hug
and stealing a kiss? Weren’t nothing wrong with that,
cowboy. You’s jes’ jealous you ain’t got no cowboy like him to
hug, old man!”
that, brother.” Bubba laughed. Everyone at the table
laughed with him. He knew how to take it as well as dish it out.
* * * * * * *
That afternoon I
will always remember as one of the best days of my life. The
rodeo that was yet to come was also a wonderful memory; however, for
some reason that afternoon was magic. It seemed like I was
surrounded by the love and comradery of these men. Master
Waddie’s biker family, the sheriff and his family all seemed very
lovingly protective of me when it came to Bubba and his boys.
They never lied to him, but they led him to believe it was planned for
me to be with Waddie Claymore and his son for these few days.
In a way, they
were right. Master Waddie, Gip, Titus, and I had discussed it and
decided there had to be some higher intervention that meant to bring us
together. They simply wanted to provide me with a smoke screen to
remain incognito to Bubba until I felt ready or safe enough to share my
secret with him. To be honest, I hadn’t really given it much
thought. I thought I’d put myself in the hands of providence and the
time would be revealed to me.
We rodeoed all
afternoon, broke for a light supper, and continued well into the
evening. Master Waddie and I couldn’t be beat. Every
catch we made was better than the last. We were almost too
cock sure of ourselves and consented to rope with some of the other
men. After Gip tossed a couple with me, to my surprise he handed
the reigns to his pony to Mr. Titus who mounted his pony with the grace
and authority of a trained horseman. He took Gip’s rope from him
and motioned for me to take my place in the stocks; he was going
to rope heeler to my header.
I took a quick
look in my Master’s direction. He smiled, shrugged his shoulders,
raised an eyebrow, but nodded for me to do as Titus directed. I
could tell he was as surprised as everyone else with the exception of a
couple of Master Waddie’s family, the sheriff and his two boys. I
went to the stocks and got into position for the run. I didn’t
tell Titus anything to look for or how to follow me. The chute
opened, the steer jump forward, the barrier rope dropped, I spurred
Rocky gently in the flank, he leaped forward and I let go of my rope
the minute we cleared the gate. I caught the critter perfectly,
dallied my rope and turned it as Rocky was backing up.
I never saw
Titus toss his rope, but there he was on the opposite side with Gip’s
pony pulling the steer’s hind legs out from under him. Everyone
on the fence went nuts, laughing and applauding for Titus and me.
Hell, he shocked the shit out of me. I looked over at Master
Waddie and his mouth was hanging open. He just shook his head in
awe, grinned real big, and spit on the ground. I started laughing
my ass off. I rode over, shook Titus’s hand and congratulated
him. It was one of the best timed runs of the afternoon. I
leaned over to him on my pony.
“If that don’t
get that old man’s attention,— nothing will, brother!”
I thought Titus
was going to fall off his pony laughing at my comment.
what I was a’ hoping for, little brother.” Titus grinned and
winked at me. “Thanks, Casey, for making me look good.”
“What da’ ya’
mean,— shit,— you done jes’ as good as me. You looked damn good,
cowboy. Certainly got my attention! You sit a fine horse,
Mr. Titus. We’s a good team, bro!”
“Thanks, Son,— I
can live with that.” He laughed.
By that time all
the men on the fence were in the arena shaking Titus’s hand and Master
Waddie rode over with the biggest damn grin on his face. He stuck
out his hand and took Titus’s hand. He held it for a moment then
gave it a good shake.
“You never told
me you could toss a rope, T.”
“I jes’ thought
you knew. Never seemed important ‘til Gip put me up to it.
I told him I might like to toss a rope with Casey and he dared
me. Told me he was gonna’ throw my ass in jail for the weekend
if’n I didn’t. I didn’t wanna’ miss watch’n you’n Casey win the rodeo.”
We all laughed
and gave him another round of congratulations. Bubba and his boys
were equally wowed. That was all it took for Bubba.
it! Ever’ damn cowboy here’s tossed a rope with that boy but me.
H’it’s my turn! Git chur’ ass to the heeler stock, Son,— I’m
I laughed and
looked at Master Waddie for his input. He still had a big silly
grin on his face. but nodded his approval. I nudged Rocky in the
direction as Bubba rode up beside me.
“I saw you ask
your Master for his permission. He ain’t only jes’ yore’
rope’n partner,— is he, Son?”
I didn’t answer
Bubba’s question. I just laughed and winked at him. He got
a big grin on his face like he understood everything,--- then suddenly,
changed his mind.
minute,--- I ain't real sure I
understand at all.” he admitted. “I know Titus has been in
with Waddie for a number of years, but Waddie's been blind to Titus's
affections. Waddie ain’t been able to git
over his slave, Zane, who passed away five or six years ago. Now,
you tell me
he’s with you?”
“It’s a long
story, Mr. Swansey,— if’n you’re patient it will all be revealed to you
in time. It’s more wonderful than you can imagine,— trust me, Sir.”
over at me and smiled.
you, Casey. There’s something about you and them gotdamn deep
blue eyes of yours what tells me I gotta’ trust you. I know I’ve
know'd you before. Your walk,--- the way you talk,--- the way you
rope,— I’ve met you or seen you summers before,— I jes’ know it.
I ain’t never wrong about shit like ‘at. I never forgit a man’s
face once I seen it.”
partially right, Mr. Swansey,— but no cigar.”
‘Bubba,’ Son,— any cowboy what can toss a rope like you,--- kin call me
my first name.”
it’ud be an honor.”
I smiled and
winked mischievously at him as I entered the stock to get set up for
our run. He rode on shaking his head trying to think about
my words. At that point he knew I was aware of his conundrum and
understood his confusion. He also knew I was playing with him
and obviously held the answer to his question.
We made our run
and it was a good one; although, it wasn’t as good a time as Titus and
I made or any of Master Waddie and my times. Bubba was happy with
it, and I was happy for him. It took his mind off me for a
while. I could feel him looking at me all afternoon. He’d
take his hat off and scratch his head like it might jog some memory of
where he’d seen me before. He just wasn’t connecting, his
memory might be of someone else who looked almost exactly like me.
* * * * * * *
built a lean-to covered shed about ten feet square on the back of
his old barn. It was a men’s restroom for all the cowboys who
were there rodeoing or visiting the ranch. It came in handy
during his Fourth of July parties as well. The women used the
restrooms in the house, but the men were encouraged to use the
‘outhouse’ behind the barn. It was really not too bad an
arrangement. One side had one long bench with four toilet
seats. They built individual stalls for each seat and dug a deep
pit underneath. The other side was a long sink-like trough with
one drain. As many as eight men could stand and piss at the same
time. The drain went to a sump hole outside the area. It
had a tin roof to protect it from the weather. The ground inside
was covered with a three-quarter inch rock about four inches
deep. It was clean and didn't smell bad.
I needed to take
a leak later in the afternoon and noticed Bubba’s youngest boy, Seth,
was headed down that way. I called to him, he stopped and I
caught up with him.
“Head’n on down
to the pisser, Seth?” I asked him.
“Yeah, Casey, I
figure it’s about time to let out some of the ice tea. I been drink’n
it by the jug full.”
been drink’n sodas all afternoon and the cola’s running through me.”
We got to the
outhouse and stood at the trough together. Naturally,
every man has to check the other out to see if the other man is as much
a man as he is. I somehow knew there wouldn’t be much contest. I
opened my fly, flopped my dick out and shook it a couple of times so
Seth couldn't miss it. I held it laying flat in the palm of my
hand and began to piss. I
watched Seth Quee glance down, trying not to be too obvious. He
looked away, then almost broke his neck looking back again.
Casey! You’re hung as big or bigger’n my dad. I always was
proud I inherited most but not all of his size, but shit,— yore’ daddy
must a’ been part stallion.” He laughed.
I chuckled and
looked at his better than average dick.
tiny yore’self, Seth. I’d say you could hold your own up against
most any man.”
together at my double meaning.
certainly have the right last name. You’re hung like a damn
“That was my
nickname all through high school, but I didn’t get this here dick from
my daddy. He’s about your size. I got this here dick from
my granddaddy. I never met him, but I hear’d tell he was hung
like a race horse.”
“That’s a funny
coincidence. My daddy done told me the man he named me after had
a big dick like yours, and he used to call him ‘The Longhorn.’”
“Humm,— ” I
mused, “that is a coincidence. Who was he,— do you know, Seth?”
“Yeah, dad told
me he was old man Lantgry’s youngest boy who was killed in
Vietnam. Mr. Lantgry’s been the foreman of the Lazy 8 ranch, down
South of here about fifty miles, for nigh onto twelve years. My
brother, Vincent,--- he's named after Mr. Lantgry’s oldest son who was
killed in Nam. My daddy really loved them two men. He talks about
‘em with reverence, and he don’t never talk about ‘em what he don’t
start crying. For a big man, my daddy’s got a soft heart for them
what he loves.”
“He’s a fine
man, Seth. You should be proud of yore’ pa. I liked him the
minute I met him.”
Seth asked if he
could feel my dick and I told him he could. He stroked me a few
times, and I stroked him. Seth was a few years younger than
me. He was almost nineteen. We heard another cowboy
approaching the outhouse and laughed as we quickly put our dicks away
and secured our Wranglers. I put my arm around Seth’s shoulder,
we walked back together, laughing like we were old buddies, and
nothing more was said about it.
* * * * * * *
After that the
younger men wanted to rope calves. I was surprised. Gip’s
boys were entering the calf roping contest at the rodeo and so were
Bubba’s boys. There were a couple older cowboys who were
entering, too. We all got several runs and the sheriff timed
us. I had the best time every time out of four runs apiece.
I was hot. No one came close to me. I was hoping I could
walk away with both prizes. If my granddaddy was going to be
there, I wanted him to see me as a real working cowboy.
Perhaps it was
shameful pride; perhaps it was vanity; I don’t know, but when I asked
my Master about it he told me to hold my head high and go for it.
To hell with self doubts,— he expected me to win for him and no
one else. That’s all I needed to hear. One more night with
him in my saddle, and I knew I could take on the world with no fear.
Ain’t no man hotter in a rodeo arena than a freshly fucked cowboy.
* * * * * * *
Gip called a
halt to the rodeoing about eight. He figured everyone should get
a good nights sleep to be bright eyed and bushy tailed for the rodeo
the next day. I had to agree with him, my ass was dragging.
I roped with almost every cowboy there including the sheriff
again. He and I were good together, but his main partner was
little Gip. They pulled off some good times that rivaled Master
Waddie and my times. I thought they were going to be the team to
beat unless there were other teams I didn’t know about. Gip
assured me there weren’t any better than what was there at his
ranch. He said my granddad and his partner were deadly accurate,
but slower than molasses on a winter’s day. Gip addied that my
granddad was plenty fast enough but his partner wasn't.
After we put the
ponies away, Sheriff Claymore came over to the stall where I was
rubbing Rocky down. I knew what he wanted but he didn’t bother to
ask. He grabbed me and kissed me hard when no one was
looking. Wouldn’t you know, around a corner comes old Bubba and
his eyes lit up like a bubble gum machine on top of a patrol car
to see Gip kissing me.
there, Sheriff,— this cowboy’s cut’n in on this here dance. I’ll
have me one a’ them ‘afore I hits the barn to bunk it in for the
night,--- thank ya' very much!”
“You dirty old
man. Can’t hide nothing from you.”
“You don’t call
me ‘dirty’ when I got my old dick up your butt, cowboy.” Bubba
laughed at Gip.
different!” laughed Gip, “Somehow that sweet old dick of yours
turns you from a dirty old man into a handsome buckaroo.”
We all shared a
laugh. Bubba took me into his big arms and planted one on me that
curled my toenails.
“You bunk’n it
in the barn with the rest of the cowboy’s tonight, Son?”
“He’s got his
own motorcoach, Bubba.” Gip came to my rescue, “He’s staying
there with his Master.”
shit!! Wouldn’t chu’ know? That old man of yours aced me
out again. Ain’t bad enough I cain’t never beat him at
rope’n;— the son of a bitch has to go’n git the pick a’ the
litter ever’ damn time. That last slave-boy of his’n I’d a’ left
home for. Damn that man was a pur-tee piece of flesh. Yore’
granddaddy, Buck and me,— we was gonna’ kidnap him away from yore’
share him.” Bubba and Gip broke up laughing.
* * * * * * *
company, but Gip walked me back to my coach just to say goodnight to
his dad,— you understand.
“I figured I
better escort you to your coach. You never know when that old
man’s gonna’ jump out from behind a bush and carry you away.”
Gip got me
laughing. I thought maybe he wasn’t too far from wrong.
anything to Bubba today, Casey?”
I think I’m gonna’ wait. I talked it over with Master Waddie and
he advised me not to rush anything. He seems to think when the
time’s right it will happen naturally. Bubba knows some’um ain’t
right. He knows there’s more to me than he can figure out right
“Well, listen to
my old man. He won’t tell you wrong. He spooks me with things he
know about shit like ‘at. He makes my skin crawl with his stories
We got back to
my coach. I hugged and kissed the sheriff again thanking him for his
support and generosity. He assured me he was doing it as much for
himself as he was for me or my Master. The door to the coach
opened just as we were saying ‘goodbye.’
'goodnight' to your boy, here, Dad. Ya'll have a good
night.” Gip spoke to his dad. “I give 'em a police
escort back home so’s he wouldn't get eaten by no big bad wolf named
Bubba.” We all laughed.
appreciate 'tat. Night, Son,---
“Love you, too,
Dad. Glad you’re here with us.”
Gip turned and
walked away. I went inside into the arms of my Master. Damn
it felt right and good to be in his big arms again. He was a man
among men. I knew I was going to miss him after the rodeo, but I
wasn’t going to borrow sorrow from tomorrow. It was at that very
moment, I also realized,--- I would never make it as a poet.
* * * * * * *
“You men git’n
settled down here.” Bubba asked his boys after climbing the
ladder to the loft of Gip’s barn. Most all of Master Waddie’s
family chose to bunk in the loft of the barn except two couples who had
their tents on the grass behind the barn.
Dad. We got us a spot all picked out for the three of us and some
bails tossed around for a bit of privacy. We done spread a
lot of straw
under our sleeping bags. We should be down right comfortable
here. We ain’t far from the restroom and shower in case you
wanna’ clean up. We all ready showered and are about ready to hit
the sack.” Vincent told him.
“Ju’ men have a
good time today?”
Dad. We were both impressed with Casey. He’s seems like a
fine cowboy and a really nice man.” said Seth Quee.
“He is a fine
young man. I like him a lot. There’s jes’ something about
him I can’t put my finger on. I know him from summers but I can’t
quite figure out where or how.”
“He walked with
me to take a leak down to the
outhouse behind the old barn, and I'll tell ya' one damn thing,--- he’s
hung like a stud plow horse.
I’d wager he’s as big or bigger’n you, Dad. I laughed and told
him he really had the right name. He told me ‘The Longhorn’ was
his nickname all though high school. Didn’t chu’ tell me
something about Mr. Langtry’s boy you done named me after, what had a
big dick,--- didn't chu' used to call called him, ‘The Longhorn’?”
Bubba looked at
his boy and his eyes flashed at his words. Seth thought his dad
might be angry at him, but Bubba's face was far from red; in fact, his
had become ashen white. It was as if all the blood drained from
his head. His oldest boy sprang to his dad’s side, took his arm
and helped him to a bail of hay to sit down.
something! You all right, Dad?” Vince was looking into his
dad’s glazed eyes.
sorry, Son. Sorry, Seth. It was something you said what
made me realize where I’d seen Casey before. My God in
Sweet Jesus, help me!”
The big man put
his head in his hands and started weeping uncontrollably. All his
boys could do was sit next to him and put their arms around him in an
attempt to console him,— from what, they had no idea.
sorry. I didn’t mean to say nothing to upset you like
this.” Seth Quee moaned.
himself together looked at his youngest boy, put his arm around him,
pulled him close and stole a kiss.
no! It weren’t nothing you said, Son. Don’t think that.
It’s what you said made me realize who Casey Longhorn is. He’s
the spit’n image of the man I named you after, Son. He’s a dead
ringer for the original Seth Quee, and for some damn reason, I couldn’t
see it. Maybe it’s cause he don’t have no purple eyes like his
uncle. Seth’s brother, Vincent Langtry, didn’t have ‘em
neither. Casey must be Vince Langtry’s boy,— I jes’ feel
Vince done went and changed his name to ‘Longhorn’ because that was the
called his little brother. It all fits. It makes sense.
Casey knew who I was and he even told me I was close but no
cigar. He told me it was even more wonderful than I could
“You mean he’s
old man Langtry’s grandson, Dad?”
right,--- he sure as hell is. I'll bet that's what he's a' doing
here. He's look'n to meet up with his granddad but he don't want
him to know. Wow! I’ve got to go to him an confront
him. I won't sleep a lick tonight. I have ta' know if'n my
brother’s still alive. Will you boys be all
right here by yourselves for a while?”
Dad,--- ain’t like we’re kids, ya’ know.” Vince laughed.
“Yeah, Dad,— if
you find out some’um,— even if’n we’s asleep when you come back,—
promise you’ll wake us up and let us know.” Seth asked him.
Son. I’ll be back in a little while.”
* * * * * * *
The first thing
I did on returning to the coach was go to the kitchen and take out my
contacts. I was getting more use to them, but I'd been in a dusty
rodeo arena all afternoon. They were beginning to irritate my
eyes. I put some drops in to soothe them. Master Waddie had me
get him a beer out of the fridge. We were in for the night, and
wanted to relax while I jumped in the shower to clean myself and put my
plug in. I knew I was going to get fucked royally tonight, and I
was more than a little ready for it. I undressed and cleaned his
boots for him, paid homage to them and went off to the shower. It
didn’t take me long. I just inserted my plug when there came a
knock on the coach door.
somebody, Casey?” Master Waddie asked softly.
Would you mind git’n the door for me, Sir?” I was standing there
buck-ass naked with my ass plugged.
Son. It’s probably Gip.”
went to the door, opened it and there stood Bubba, his cowboy hat in
his hand with the most forlorn look on his face.
“May I come in,
Waddie,— I need to talk with Casey for a minute. It’s important.”
looked over his shoulder at me for input, and I nodded to let him
in. He moved out of the way. Bubba took one step inside the
coach and stopped dead in his tracks looking at me standing there in
the raw. He got a good look at my dick, my purple eyes and big tears
started running down his face. He tried to take a step towards
me, but his knees buckled. Master Waddie caught him and gently
lowered the big man to the carpet of the coach. Bubba was a man
in considerable emotional pain. I went to him and he folded his
huge arms around my waist, kissed me on my belly, pressed his
cheek to my naked stomach and cried his heart out.
knelt beside him, put his arm around him and did his best to comfort
him. I softly stroked his head and told him it was all right;
everything was okay; there was no need to worry. I knew
he’d probably figure out who I was sooner or later. If not, I planned
to tell him before he left. I knelt in front of him and put my
arms around him. He began rocking back and forth while holding
me,— still sobbing his heart out.
“My God, Casey,
why didn’t I see it?” He cried out through his tears,
“You’re the very image of your uncle. You have his dick. You have
his body. You even have his eyes. No wonder you wore them contact
lenses. I would’ve know’d right off the bat who you was.
Your daddy,— Vince,— is he,— ?” he broke off his question.
He was afraid to ask. He didn’t know whether he wanted to hear
“He’s very much
alive, Bubba. He got both his legs shot off in Nam, he only has
one kidney but he gits around jes’ fine on them store bought legs the
V. A. give ‘em. He can sit a pony and rope with the best of ‘em.
I done told ju’ my daddy was a champion; he was the one what taught me
to rope. ”
shore’ nuff is a champion, Son. He’s my hero, boy. What about
chur’ mom, Casey?”
“She passed away
from the cancer when I was fourteen, Bubba. Dad and I been alone
for seven years now.”
“Oh, my God! I’m
so sorry to hear that, Son. I loved your momma, boy. She was a
mighty fine woman. Oh, Lord,— it’s been so many years. I
don’t need to ask why Vince didn’t come with you. He still hates
his daddy,— don’t he?”
Bubba. He’d shit his pants if’n he knew I was here.”
“You mean, he
Sir. I wanted to come see for myself what my granddad was
like. I wanted to meet him,— be around him for a while, and see
what kind of man he is. It was by the grace of God I met up with
Mr. Claymore and his family in Tucson. They said he used to ride
with their family group of bikers for several years then jes’ sort of
disappeared. They told me he might be in this area, but they
didn’t know for sure. Master Waddie said either you or Sheriff
Claymore might know about him.”
“Well,— I can
tell you, Casey,— he’s a changed man. He ain’t the same man he
was twenty-five to thirty years ago. He thinks yore’ daddy’s
dead. He never could find no information on him from the
government. He wrote letter after letter to the V.A.,
congressmen and senators, but he ain’t never got no information
back. He looked all over for some clue as to what happened to
your dad. He tried like hell to track down your momma. He
knew he might have a grand-child out there summers, but he had no idea
where. He might have been more successful but nobody in town would tell
him a damn thing if they knew anything. Ever’body hated him but me.
That ain’t quite
true, neither. I hated him plenty after he let chur’ uncle, Seth
Quee, go off to Nam and be killed without ever trying to set things
right with him. He tried to come to me before I left for Nam, and
I turned him away. I told him,— in my heart and mind, he was the
Devil incarnate and what he espoused as religion and moral values was
nothing more than fear, self loathing and hatred dressed up in pompous
rags. It wasn’t his boys what was going to hell,— he better pray
for his own God-damned soul because of what he done to ‘em.
I told that old self-righteous bastard he might as well have
taken a gun, put it to their heads, and killed them boy
his-self. He done the same damn thing by never care’n about ‘em
and sending them off to their deaths without ever knowing the love of
their father. I ask him,— did he think our Father in heaven would
have mercy on him when he couldn’t even have mercy for his own
sons? If so, I sure as hell didn’t wanna’ go to any heaven
if men like him was gonna’ be there. I told him he didn’t deserve
to go to heaven and he certainly didn’t deserve two sons as fine as
yore’ daddy and his brother.
Bubba broke up
again and started sobbing. Master Waddie and I got him to my
couch, and I got him a beer to relax him. I went to get my
bathrobe as Master Waddie held him and talked with him for a
while. When I returned I sat next to him and took his big hand in
“I joined the
Marines right after they sent Seth Quee’s body home to be buried.
He listed me as his next of kin, and I had to make all the funeral
arrangements. Yore’ granddaddy, Curtis, called me and asked
if he could come to his boy’s funeral. I told him of course he
could come, but one word of his perverted religious crap out of his
mouth, and I’d personally take him out. I wouldn’t have my little
brother, my best friend, one of the great loves of my life shown
disrespect at his funeral. He was very humble and contrite.
It was a
horrible, cold, rainy day but many of the town folk who loved Vince and
Seth were there. Yore’ granddaddy came and I watched him closely
as he stood alone in the cold, pouring rain. He never shed a
tear. He stood like a statue by his boy’s grave with a blank look
of confusion on his face. It was as if his world had jes’ been
lowered into that hole, and he was in a state of shock. It was
only then that I began to feel some sympathy for him.
I was to leave
for boot camp the following day. He called before I left and thanked me
for taking care of Seth’s funeral and offered to pay me for my time and
expenses. I told him he was welcome, but I didn’t want his money.
I did what I done because I loved my little brother and not because I
gave a damn about him or his money.
I didn’t hear
anymore from him until he heard I was home on leave. While I was
home I married a little girl, Gladys Souixcup, I’d gone with all though
high school with. She didn’t want to, but I insisted she send him
a wedding invitation. Damned if he didn’t come. He stood by
himself and had a card with him he gave to my wife after the wedding as
a wedding gift. In it was a note,— he didn’t know what to get so
he was jes’ giving us money to buy what we needed. He gave us a
hundred dollars. That was a lot of money in them days.
I told him I’d
be shipped out to Nam upon returning to Pendleton. He asked if he
could see me alone for coffee some morning while I was home. I
told him sure, I’d give him a call. I met him and had coffee with
him at the local diner on the highway outside of town a little
ways. He didn’t have much to say except he asked if I ran into
Vince would I tell him for him, he realized he was wrong, he loved him
and asked his forgiveness. I told him I would if’n I ran into
your daddy. Then he did something that broke my heart. He
put his hand on mine, looked me in the eyes, shed a tear and told
me to come home for him. He said of all the people in the world
who turned their backs on him I was the only one who gave him a chance.
He wanted me to know he loved and appreciated me for that.”
Bubba broke down
again, and I held him until he got himself together.
“He wrote me a
couple of letters while I was over there. My wife was pregnant
when I went back to boot camp. I told her if it was a boy I
wanted to name him Vincent after my friend and brother. She
agreed and I told her to call and ask Mr. Langtry’s permission.
We didn’t have to, but I thought it would be the polite thing to
do. He seemed to be really touched we named my first son after
I was over there
for eighteen months and got shot up pretty bad and was sent home.
They sent me to the V.A. hospital in Houston to recover and he drove up
a couple of times to visit me. He seemed relieved and glad to
visit with me, but I could tell he was deeply disturbed. He didn’t have
much to say, but I didn’t try to get him to talk with me. We’d sit for
a couple of hours or more not saying anything, but I appreciated him
being there. Jes’ a familiar face from home meant a lot at that
time. Then, he’d get up pat my hand, thank me for letting him
visit and leave.
He’d talk more
with Gladys than he would me, and he wouldn’t put my boy down when they
were there together. He’d been awful good to Gladys and my boy
while I was in Nam. They was living with my family, but he
checked in on them a couple a’ times a month. When the money I
was sending home weren’t enough he was always there and Gladys never
had to ask him for anything. He’d talk to my dad and jes’ give
him the money for whatever they needed.
pregnant the first week I was home and had my other boy. Of
course, you all ready know I named him after yore’ uncle. By the
time Seth was born, Curtis was really going down hill. He wasn’t
taking care of the ranch and he was living like a hermit. He’d
run off all his family and his church wouldn’t have nothing to do with
him no more either. He’d run them off his property a couple of
Me and Gladys
were the only people he’d let come see him. We’d go out a couple
of time a week and Gladys would fix dinner and throw his dirty clothes
in the washer and dry them for him. She’d change the sheets on his bed
and try to tidy up the place for him. I’d try to help him with
some things that just had to be done that he jes’ wouldn’t do by
He loved playing
with my boys and was all the time giving them money. He’d have toys and
goodies for them when they came out. He really was trying to show
them the love he never showed his own boys. We saw what he was
doing but Gladys and I figured it was good for him. Then he
started selling ever’ thing he had. He sold most of his livestock
and personal things. We was living with my parents on their farm;
but, it was crowded and Gladys had to put up with my mom’s way a’ doing
He called us to
come out one Friday evening. We went and had a good time. He took
me down to the barn and showed me his new motorcycle he’s bought.
It was a brand new Harley-Davidson. He was gonna’ hit the road
and try to find his boy or his grand child. Would Gladys and I
like to take over his ranch? He wouldn’t give it to me but he
would sign a five year lease to me for ten bucks a year. I
couldn’t believe what he was doing. He insisted and we told him
to let us think about it. He told me if I didn’t wanna’ accept
his offer he was jes’ gonna’ put it on the market and sell it to the
I’m gonna’ go clean up. I’ll leave you two to talk some
more. I know this is all emotionally powerful stuff. I don’t mean
to be insensitive, but we gotta’ think about getting some rest if’n
we’s gonna’ rodeo tomorrow. We’ve rodeoed our butts off
today. We’re all beat. You’re younger’n me, but we ain’t as young
as these men are. You gotta’ think about yourself and your boys,
too. ‘Sides,— you’n Casey have all weekend to get acquainted and
talk things out.
My boy’s asked
Casey to stick around and work for him for a while after I take off on
Monday and you two can have a lot more time together to git to know one
another. You two should set down some ground rules about how best
to go about
make’n his granddad’s acquaintance. ‘At boy’s gonna’ need all our
help and support. You ain’t the only one what’s got a lot of emotions
invested in this meeting.”
Waddie,— I know,— I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be a bull ox and
bust into your privacy. I apologize. I’m jes’ so glad to know
Casey’s Vince’s boy. It’s like I’ve found family I ain’t never
apologies necessary, cowboy. What happened,— happened naturally.
It happened the way it was suppose to, but now that it did,— we got to
work together to see it to a good end. Ya’ll talk,— I’ll be back
in a little while.”
I stood and
kissed my Master in front of Bubba. He patted me on my butt,
turned and went to the bathroom.
“He’s a good
man, Casey.” Bubba said softly to me after Master Waddie shut the
I’ve really come to love him in a short period of time.”
“I thought you
knew him from your hometown?”
“I did,— dad and
I used to compete against him and his partner Mr. Winston. They
was too good. We never beat ‘em. I always thought Mr. Claymore
was one of the hottest older cowboys I’d ever seen, but dad never let
us git to know one another because Master Waddie said you and my dad
used to rodeo against him and his brother Gip Justin. He thinks
dad was afraid he’d remember him and figure out his last name wasn’t
originally ‘Longhorn.’ Dad never told me until I was eighteen he
changed our name.”
right. Yore’ daddy and I roped against him and his buddy Gip
Justin many times. That’s who his boy’s named after. We
never did beat ‘em neither. They was pro-rodeo quality
cowboys. They was the best. Weren’t nobody in the state
what could beat ‘em. Are you and him bonded, Son?”
“Well, Sir,— you
might say that,— but it’s only for a little while,— until after the
rodeo,— then he has to continue on his motorcycle run with his
family. Sheriff Claymore’s invited me to stay around here and
work for him for a while; or, at least until I figure out what I wanna’
do. Master Waddie and I realize we ain’t meant for each other;
however, God brought us together for a reason and we’re taking
advantage of the time we have together.
I have to take
care of what I set out to do; ‘sides, Mr. Titus is in love with Master
Waddie and wants to be his slave. Master Waddie wasn’t aware Mr.
Titus wanted him until I pointed it out to him. I was the first
man he’s slept with since his mate passed away. Master Waddie
helped me realize I all ready belong to another man anyways;— so, we
brought something to each other we couldn’t git nowhere’s else.”
“You belong to
another man, Son?”
“Yes, Sir,— I
belong to my daddy, Bubba.”
“My Lord in
heaven. Somehow, I jes’ know’d ju’ was gonna’ tell me that.
I’m not shocked in the least, ‘cause as much as I don’t wanna’ think on
it, my boys belong to me. I want ‘em to live their own lives and
marry if’n they wants to, but I know in my heart they belong to me, and
I belong to them. After their momma died several years ago the
three of us grew really close. It jes’ seemed natural
somehow. I wouldn’t take anything for the relationship I have
with my boys. Well, I couldn’t be happier for you and yore’ dad,
Casey. After what that man’s been through in his life, he
deserves a fine son like you, and if’n Vince is still the man I know’d
all them years ago, he be a fine dad for you.”
“He is, Bubba,
and I love him very much. I don’t wanna’ upset him none by finding out
I’m looking for my granddad. He begged me not to come on this
trip. I told him it was to rodeo. He believed me to a point
but he don’t wanna’ admit to himself he knows what I intend to do.”
“Is he back
there all alone, Casey?”
my little brother, Sidney Wainright Junior, is staying with him and
going to medical school at U.S.C. San Diego.”
Wainright’s boy,— the owner of the Lazy 8?”
“One of the
owners of the Lazy 8,— yes, Sir.”
right,— Curtis done told me they sold a third interest to a large
corporation for some capital to upgrade their operations. Said he
heard it was a huge farming or ranching corporation by the name of
Hensly Agrocon or something like ‘at. I think Sticker bought a
third as well.”
“Yes, Sir, he
“So you know ‘em
“Do you know
anything about the corporation what bought into the ranch?”
If you take all the letters in the name Hensly Agrocon and rearrange
them,— it spells out the name of the man what owns the corporation.”
“How would you
know that, Son?”
spells out Casey Longhorn.”
shit’n me!! You own a third of the Lazy 8?”
I ain’t shit’n ya’ none. My daddy and me,— we won a lot of big
money roping and I done pretty damn good calf rope’n in the Western
states. I saved all my money and invested heavily in stock
options Mr. Wainright told me to buy. By the time I was nineteen
I had a lot of money. I don’t think dad ever knew how much I
had. My little brother told me about the thousand shares of the
Lazy 8 they was gonna’ put on the market a little over a year ago and
urged me to by them. Me, him and my other brother, Dwayne
Harding, formed a corporation. Logan, that’s what we call my
little brother, figured out the name and set up the corporation;
however, Sticker and Mr. Wainright don’t know who owns it.” I
sort of chuckled.
minute! Dwayne Harding? No!”
“Yes, Sir, my
cousin Rance’s boy.”
“Son of a
bitch,— he ain’t never told me he had no son. I knew he was in
prison for a while, but I never ran into him until he started working
for Sticker Wiggins’ rodeo stock company about the same time Sticker
took over managing the Lazy 8. Well, I’ll be damned. This
is all too much, Son.”
he couldn’t tell you, Sir. He was sworn to secrecy by my daddy.
My dad didn’t want nothing git’n back to my granddad. He washed
his hands of him.”
“Well,— I can
understand that. So,— Curtis Langtry,— yore’ granddaddy, works
He sat there for
a minute contemplating everything we shared.
“Son of a
bitch,— !” he shook his head and exclaimed softly. “You’re pretty
fuck’n amazing, Son. Fuck Waddie, yore’ daddy and granddaddy, you
come live with old Bubba and he’ll take you own as another one of his
boys.” He hugged me to him as he laughed, and I laughed with him.
“Hell,— look me
in the eye and tell me I ain’t all ready one a’ your boys, Sir.”
I laughed and he roared with laughter.
gainsay that, young’un. I’ll jes’ have ta’ tell my boys to move over
and make room for another cowboy brother.”
About that time
my Master walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and
went off to my bedroom. I knew what he was going to do. I
could see the mischief in his eyes. Bubba saw it too and winked
that horny old cowboy ain’t fool’n me none. He ain’t got that
much time left with you and he want’s as much of that fine look'n
cowboy ass a’ yours as he kin get. Cain’t say’s I blame him
none!” Bubba laughed.
told me my granddaddy began to go with men himself. Said granddad
rode with one of his brothers for sometime; a young man badly wounded
in Nam. Master Waddie told me my granddad begged the young man to
stay with; told him if'n he would granddad would make him his slave.”
true. His name was Cassidy Crenshaw but because his face was so
messed up after Nam he took on the nickname of ‘Mutt.’ His family
was from down around Bandera way. They’re one of the most
wealthy, powerful, influential families in the state now. One of
them Crenshaw boys is a state supreme court judge. His name is
Cowboy Waddie Crenshaw. Guess who he be named after?” Bubba
grinned real big.
ya’! God’s gospel truth, Son.”
“Well,— I’ll be
damned. My Master must have been quite a man in his day.”
Casey. Ain’t but a few doors in the State of Texas that man
cain’t knock on, be welcomed in and insist he stay for dinner.
Anyway,— yore’ granddaddy fell very much in love with the boy, but the
kid had his head up his butt and couldn’t let loose of a really bad
outlaw biker he bonded with named Spider. Spider almost killed
the kid a couple of times until Master Waddie’s family stepped in and
rescued the boy from himself and Spider. He left Curtis, who went by
the name ‘Job’ at the time, to go back with the rotten son of a
bitch. It almost broke your
granddaddy’s heart when the boy walked away from him. It wasn’t
shortly after that, Curtis went to Sticker and asked him for a job. He
put his bike away and became a cowboy. He’s been there ever’
since. I told him when he got too old or tired of punch’n cows he
had a home with me and my boys. Hell, he’s like family to us
anyways. He spends most Thankgivings and Christmas with us.
He never forgits me or my boys birthdays. We help out with the
spring roundup at the Lazy 8; not so much for the money, but jes'
to be with Curtis and my boys love it."
“Did ju’ ever,—
“You sure you
wanna’ know, Son?”
“I think I can
handle it, Sir.”
after I got home from the hospital and before my second boy, Seth, was
born. I was going out to his ranch all the time to help him git
back on his feet. Many days, I’d work with him from sun up ‘til
sundown. He insisted on paying me, but I didn’t really want his
money. I don’t know what it was. I knew he loved my boy,
but I think I really wanted to see if I could win his love. It
became an obsession with me; but,--- not in a sexual way. I
didn’t give a shit about that; although, I’d be a damn liar if’n I told
I didn’t find yore’ granddaddy a good looking cowboy.
He softened a
lot and wasn’t the same rigid man he was before. He shared a lot
more of himself with me and we slowly began to grow closer. Finally,
Friday evening, by the time we finished and fixed a small dinner it was
late. He asked me if I wanted to stay over and earn some more
money finishing up the project we were doing the next day. I told
him I thought it might be best if I went on home and came back
tomorrow. He didn’t say nothing but jes’ nodded he
understood. Finally he looked up at me with tears in his eyes.
God help me,— I ain’t never asked no man to my bed before,— but there’s
always a first time for ever’ thing, I suppose. Forgive me, Son,—
need to lay down with you and if nothing more,--- hold ju' in my
arms. I don’t know
why, but I ain’t a’ gonna’ question it; however, I ain’t gonna’
insist neither. I’ll understand if’n you don’t want to.”
shocked. I was totally
unprepared. I didn’t know what to think or say. I couldn’t
have wanted anything more, but I hadn’t even let myself think about
it. It just wasn’t something I ever thought about happening. I
was as honest with him as I could be.
“Mr. Langry,— I
don’t mean to put you off, Sir. To be honest, I’ve always
thought you was a fine look’n man and someone I fantasized about laying
down with ever' since I was a kid. Since I been back from Nam,
we’ve worked together side by side and my
attraction for you has only grown; however, I never thought you might
ever consider that sort of thing with me, and to be perfectly honest,
Sir,— it’s caught me a little off guard.”
understand, Son,— it’s okay,— you don’t have to say no more.”
“Yes,— yes, I
Langtry.” I told him. “I won’t stay this evening, but I
won’t say ‘no’ to your offer neither. Give me some time, Sir,—
let me think on it. You think on it some more, and when I feel a
little more comfortable, I’ll let chu’ know. I’ll offer myself to
you; then Sir, the choice will be yours. Does that sound fair to you?”
Son. I appreciate your honesty and being open with me. My
invitation to my bed remains open to you.”
when I went to say ‘goodbye’ at his front door, I took your
granddaddy in my arms and for the first time since I’d known him in all
those years growing up, I kissed him on the mouth. He responded
like a man who was starved for a little love and affection. That
broke the ice between us and we were never again shy or held back from
each other. I’m afraid I fell very much in love with yore’
granddad, Casey. I still love him today, but more as a second
dad, since my old man passed away. Me’n my old man never were
very close anyways and I guess I transferred my love onto Curtis.
We still mess around now and then. My boys are both more'n a
little fond of him and asked me if they could bunk it in with
him. I didn’t see no harm in it and they both share a bunk with
him from time to time. They've come to worship him.”
About that time
Master Waddie came strolling back into the living area in all his
leathers, with his big black motorcycle boots. He looked hot and
it didn’t go unnoticed by Bubba.
“You gonna’ go
for a ride, Waddie?” Bubba asked innocently.
My Master winked
at me and grinned wickedly. Bubba was sharp and started laughing.
“He’s going for
a ride, Bubba,— but h’it ain’t on his Harley.” I told him
fuck,—!” Bubba said laughing. “I should a’ know’d better'n to
ask. Look,— I appreciate you men being generous with me this
evening to let me come in and talk with you for a while. It’s been
wonderful, but I’ll take my leave. Casey, we got lots more to
talk about. I wanna’ do the right thing by you, Son, so I’ll keep
all this to myself. Except, I’m gonna’ have to tell my boys some
of it, because I all ready done told them I thought you might be
I stood and took
Bubba in my arms.
“I know you
will. My daddy still loves you, Bubba. He’s always talks
about you with love in his heart and a tear in his eye. I can’t
help love you myself.”
double for me, cowboy.” the big man responded.
We kissed, he
gave my Master a hug, and we saw him to the door. He left,
and my Master and I were alone. I took off my bathrobe, threw it
on a chair and walked to him.
“How you holding
up, cowboy?” Master Waddie asked quietly as he took me into his
arms and stole a kiss. I kissed him back.
“A little shaken
by the emotion of it all, but I’m better’n I expected to be after
something like 'at. I’m glad the shock is out of the way and we
can git down to establishing some kind of relationship. I’m
looking forward to being relaxed to the max in a few minutes. I
think I need it after that, Sir.” I could feel Master Waddie’s
dick growing in his codpiece. His hand moved to my ass to play
with my plug.
“I think I can
take care of that for you, cowboy.”
“I’d shore’ nuff
appreciate it, Master Waddie.”
let’s us git chu’ fucked.”
End of Chapter
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