O.C. and I
talked a little more. I asked him a few question and his opinion
about some things. He didn’t hold back. He was honest
and seemed to speak from his heart. Sometimes I felt like I was
laying in my own dad’s, big, loving, cowboy arms and talking with
him. I was so comfortable with O.C. Harris. There was
something about him that soothed my spirit. I was taking full
advantage of being with this good hearted man whom I was quickly coming
to love and accept as part of my extended family.
It was a warm,
moonlit night. O.C. was holding me close. I had my head on
his shoulder and I could see his handsome body pressed tightly against
mine. We were quiet with each other for a while, thinking
our own thoughts, but enjoying the experience of holding each other;—
just being together. I didn’t have to say anything and he didn’t
either. We both knew how we felt and there was no reason for
something I wanna’ say,— but I don’t know how to tell you, O.C., except
to jes’ speak from my heart. I mentioned earlier this evening I felt
like you was part of my family. I guess what I’m try’n to say, O.C.,
“I know what
chur’ try’n to say, Son. Don’t chu’ think I feel the same damn
way about chu? I love you, Casey,— pure and simple. I don’t
know how or why I’ve come to love you so quickly, but I ain’t a’ gonna’
fret none about it. There’s very few folks in my life I can
really say I love.
I loved my
wife. Annie was a good woman. She was more’n just a wife,
she became my best friend and companion. I love my daughters
‘cause they’re my flesh and blood, but the love I feel for you, your
dad, Curtis, Bubba and his boys, even Gip and his family is a deep
abiding love what will never go away. It took me a long time to figure
it all out, but yore’ granddaddy was the man what helped me see the
greater picture of love. It all has to do with belonging.
I guess, of all
the loves in my life the most important and precious to me was your
uncle. Maybe it’s because you look and feel so much like him I
feel this way, I don’t know; however, it weren’t Seth Quee who just
gave his body up to me for one of the hottest, best-damn, cowboy fucks
I ever had. It wasn’t even a Langtry man. It was Casey
Longhorn, the handsome and talented son of my beloved brother, Vincent
You know what,
Casey? I still grieve for your uncle to this day. Your mind can
eventually adjust to a great loss, but your heart cain’t never turn
love off. A part of your uncle dwells deep in my heart, and he
took a small spark of mine to his grave with him. I’d give anything,—
anything,— to just once, hold him in my arms again, make love to him
and tell him how much I love him. I never got to tell him goodbye.
Being here with you like this is almost as good. I know he’d
approve of me share’n a little cowboy love’n with his nephew.”
“I know he
would, O.C.,— and I love you, too, Sir.”
We made a little
more love, but we were so comfortable we began to drift off to
sleep. I spoke quietly and offered my ass to O.C. should he
experience an uncontrollable hanker’n for another big ole piece of my
cowboy butt during the night. I told him to just pop my plug out
and go to fucking. He laughed, hugged me tighter and kissed me on
a’ told me that. My ole dick’ll stay hard all damn night.”
O.C. did stay
hard, all damn night; however, around four in the morning I was
awakened when I felt my plug being removed. I yawned, stretched
and relaxed as I felt my cowboy slip his fine dick into me for an early
morning ride to greet the sunrise. As O.C. gently fucked me, I
began to think about a vivid dream I had just before he woke me.
I was in a barn
somewhere, with all my cowboy clothes on. I was wearing my bat-wing
working chaps and a fine pair of silver spurs on my heavy buckaroo
boots. I had on a big, wide brimmed buckaroo hat and a kerchief
tied around my neck. I looked like a buckaroo who was ready to
rodeo or round up the dogies.
I was standing
before a full length mirror looking at myself. I know it’s
blatantly conceited of me to say, but what I saw looking back at me was
a handsome, young cowboy. As every man has secretly indulged
himself at one time or another, I was having an adoring moment admiring
myself, when suddenly, my reflection smiled at me knowingly, and winked.
‘Ooops! Wait a
minute!’ I thought, ‘I didn’t just wink at myself. What the
hell’s going on here?’
your hand out to the mirror.>> Came a voice in my head.
I smiled as I
reached out to the mirror, and when my hand was within inches of its
surface, my reflected hand came from the mirror and took hold of my
though the look’n glass,— >> the voice in my head gently urged.
I pulled on the
hand, and through the mirror came my reflection to stand directly in
front of me. Suddenly, I was face to face with what seemed to be
a real-life, living, breathing clone of myself. One added feature
the goodness of a mirror can’t provide, is taste and smell. I
could actually smell my image and taste his person.
I know! I
know it sounds weird, but I experienced these things. Standing
before me was a hot cowpoke. The animal in me began to think how
infinitely hot it might be to have sex with my own image.
Conceited? Sick? Maybe, but my dick sure didn’t give a
shit. My reflection was one hot buckaroo, and I began to get an
I noticed he was
getting one, too. That made sense to me, because he was, after
all, a reflection of me; if I was attracted to my own reflection surely
my reflection must be attracted to me. Then, he winked at me
again, and it dawned on me, it wasn’t simply my reflection. He
was my Uncle Seth.
He roared with
laughter as I lunged for him. I took him in my arms to kiss and hold
him. He returned my kisses with all the love in his big, cowboy
heart. I was crying and he was crying. We were a mess, but
that wasn’t important. What was important was, we were together,
holding, touching, tasting each other and making sweet love.
“Oh, Casey,— my
beloved nephew,— heart of my heart,— how I’ve longed to touch you,— to
feel you,–– to hold you,— to make love to you,— to tell you how
proud of you I am and how much I love you.”
“Oh, Lord, Uncle
Seth,— you must be growing much stronger to be able to come to me like
this. This is wonderful to actually touch you and hold you.”
“I think I’m
being given a second chance to set things right. The prayers
of our family and friends are providing the gas I need to fuel my
ability to do some things;— things I could never do before. I
ain’t about to waste it, Casey.”
He held me away
from him at arm’s length and looked me up and down.
look at chu’! A fine look’n cowboy and a quality buckaroo to
boot. We look enough alike to be twins. Fool’d ju’ didn’t
I?” He laughed. “It must drive yore’ daddy to distraction
to see you and think on me.” He laughed at his statement.
“And, look whose arms you be sleep’n in,— steal’n the heart a’ my man;—
huh, little brother?” he raised an eyebrow and smiled at me wickedly.
better’n ‘at, Uncle Seth.” I chastised him, “I cain’t steal a heart
what all ready belongs to you, no ways.” We shared a
laugh. “He shore’ ‘nuff carries your love in his heart, Uncle
“He’s a good
man, Casey. He knows how to give and receive love without being
needy. You couldn’t be safer and more loved than you are right at
this moment. I’m so ashamed. I hurt him deeply. I was so
young I didn’t take into consideration the hurt I’d be causing several
people when I tried to punish my dad by running off to Nam for what he
done to my brother. Of the folks I hurt, I hurt O. C. Harris most
My sin was the
sin of pride and arrogance, think’n I could change things by my actions
alone. Action without works is meaningless and empty. It’s
like taking the bread of your life and casting it upon the water.
You have no real control over it, nor do you have a chance to correct
the damage might’ve done. Once this life’s over, those chances
are gone forever. It’s rare a man is given a second chance.
If that’s what’s happening, I certainly don’t plan to fuck it up this
Part of my
punishment was living in a hell of being able to see him in his world,
not being able to reach out to him to tell him how much I loved him,
and I was watching over him. It was like an eternity of damnable
frustration; however, God willing, and with your help, I might have one
last chance. There are several things I have to do before they’ll
let me cross over. I’ve been caught in-between for what seems
like forever, Case. I so want to move on, but I cain’t until I
accomplish these things.”
“What can I do
to help?” I asked.
My uncle, Seth
Quee Langtry, outline his plan. I was smiling to myself when I
heard a voice over my shoulder.
“You got that
smile on your face again, cowboy. Am I doing ya’ some good?
Did I hit a spot in there what made ju’ smile?”
feel no better if’n you tried, O.C. Damnation, you be one fine
fuck, Sir. That smile was for the same reason I told ju’
afore. I ain’t git’n fucked by just no ordinary, handsome
cowpoke, I’m git’n fucked by a member of my family.”
kissed me behind my ear, threw his strong arm around my chest, rolled
me over on top of him so he was fucking up into my butt from
underneath. He grabbed hold of the ‘longhorn’ with his other hand
and started stroking it in rhythm with his fucking. The feeling
of closeness and togetherness brought about by our words and his sudden
aggressive fucking, triggered both our come switches. We shot our
loads together. Mine flew into the air and landed all over my
belly, chest and some even flew into my face and hair.
I no sooner got
us cleaned up when I heard the automatic coffee maker click
on. I got O.C. a cup of coffee and brought it to him.
He smiled as he took if from me.
“I could git use
to having you around, Casey. Makes me think on what I’m
gonna’ do with the rest of my days. My girls have lives of their
own and while I love ‘em and my grand-kids, I ain’t got much in common
with ‘em. I don’t see ‘em but a couple a’ times a year. I
know I must drive Bubba and his boys nuts. They invite me
over all the time, but they need their time together. Who know,
maybe the good Lord will send me somebody to bring me coffee in the
hope so, O.C. I’d volunteer for the job in a heartbeat if’n I
didn’t all ready have obligations.”
“I know. I
weren’t suggest’n such a thing. I’s just think’n on how nice
We talked while
we finished our coffee and he grinned real big when I invited him to
the shower with me. By the time I got him washed down pretty good, he
was roaring hard again. I finally got what I was hoping
for. I got me a big ole taste of O.C. Harris’ cowboy come.
We got dressed
and headed for the big house. He dropped his big arm over my
shoulder and pulled me close as we walked together. He bussed a
quick kiss on my neck behind my ear, and I started getting hard
again. O.C. Harris was one sexy hombre. Even though I
brushed my teeth, I could still taste the lingering flavor of his
strong, cowboy come in my mouth. What a way to start a day of
We got to the
house and walked into the kitchen. I was surprised to find almost
everyone was there all ready except Brett and Curt. I didn’t have
to ask where they were. There were smiles and big grins on all
the men’s faces as O.C. and I walked in.
“Sorry I’m a bit
late, Ma Claymore. Can I do some’um to help?”
Casey. Yeah,— ” Cindy grinned wickedly at me. “git over here and
gimme’ my morning kiss and fix another pot of coffee.”
I chuckled and
went to give her a kiss. I held Cindy in my arms and gently
kissed her on her forehead. Everyone when, “Awww.”
She whispered to
me, “With a cowboy like O.C. Harris bunk’n it in with you,— I’m
surprised you made it for breakfast at all.” Then she threw back
her pretty head and giggled like a school girl.
I was blushing a
deep red color as I headed for the big coffee urn. My embarrassment at
Cindy’s statement wasn’t missed by all the cowboys in the
room. Before I started to fix the coffee, I got me and O.C.
a cup. I fixed his coffee like he liked it, and took it to him
across the room. That gesture wasn’t missed by any of them
either; especially, my granddad. He just grinned real big and
winked at O.C.
Brett and Curt
finally arrived looking like they’d rolled around all over the barn in
the hay. I had no doubt that’s exactly what they did. There
was lots of knowing smiles and grins when they arrived. I was
glad, it kind a’ took the spotlight off of O.C. and me. It didn’t
seem to bother Brett and Curt. They’d been together too long and
were so comfortable with each other they didn’t give a shit what
anybody else thought. They were fine cowboys, and they presented
that worth to the world at all times. What they did together was
their own damn business.
I got up to help clear the table like I always did. Cindy and the
girls went off to get ready for the day and left the clean up to the
younger men. We didn’t really have to do much but rinse the
plates and put them in the dishwasher. I took O.C. and my
granddad’s plate and headed to the sink. I saw the sheriff lean
back in his chair with a big shit eat’n grin on his face and I knew
something awful was coming out of his mouth.
“So, O. C.,” he
paused dramatically, “— tell us how you feel this morning, hoss?”
snickered and Bubba roared with laugher at Gip’s pregnant
question. It was followed by a deafening silence in anticipation
of O.C.’s answer.
“I feel like a
new man, Sheriff.” O.C. shot back at Gip and grinned real big.
cowboy,— ain’t chu’ happy with the one you bunked in with?”
Gip could be wicked and lethal.
All the men
roared with laugher at Gip’s quick comeback and poor O.C. was in the
same position I was in earlier. He just grinned, shook his
head and began to blush. On him it looked good. Hell,
anything on that cowboy would look good.
More’n a little happy with the cowboy I was invited to bunk it in
with. I’s honored and proud to bunk it in with fine buckaroo like
my granddad patted O.C. on the back as a sign of affection. I could see
the look in my granddad’s eyes that he really loved O.C. Harris and was
glad to have this time with him. Bubba was slapping O.C. on the
back like he was a newlywed bridegroom.
“Glad to hear
it!” Said Gip, “ We don’t won’t no hands around here what don’t
pull their load,— or their buddy’s either for that matter.” He
added laughing at his own joke.
everyone broke up laughing.
O.C., we’s jes’ fun’n wit’ cha.’ Hope you enjoy your stay with
us. You’re welcome here anytime.” Gip added.
O.C. was a good
sport, and he had been around cowboys too many years to let a little
kidding get to him. I asked him about it later and he told me it
only made him feel more like family. I could understand
that. If cowboys don’t give a shit about you, they just
won’t say anything.
trucks and cars began to arrive earlier than usual and Gip remarked
there was going to be a lot of folk there for the day. He and
Cindy planned on it and had arranged enough food for everyone.
They didn’t really have to, all the women folk brought more than enough
O.C. and I
walked back to the double ‘R’ to put on our rodeo gear. I helped
him with his chaps, and he helped me with mine. It was when I
knelt in front of him, put his big buckaroo boot on my leg to strap on
his spurs that I got a good strong smell of O.C.’s masculine odor and I
almost came in my Wranglers. I couldn’t get his second spur on fast
There was a
growing wet spot at the crotch of O.C.’s Wranglers and his damn
dick was rock hard trying like hell to get out. Poor thing, I
certainly didn’t want it cramped up inside like that. I felt
strongly it should be set free, to breath freely and admired by a
cowboy who could think of nothing better than to make a little love to
I had O.C.’s
cock out and in my mouth faster than you can say ‘calf
rope.’ Damn, he tasted good. O.C. relaxed, leaned
back on the sofa, and allowed me to take care of him. I thought
he was going to choke me to death when he came. He shot volley
after volley of his thick, ropey cowboy come into my waiting, hungry
We went around
with silly grins on our faces that morning, and Master Waddie was
right. When two cowboys bond and are sharing love, they can’t be
beat. O.C. and I roped together all day, but nobody could beat
us. I’d roped with O.C. several times before. I knew he was good,
but that day he was exceptional. We were exceptional
together. The sheriff could only shake his head in wonder and
smile knowingly at us. It didn’t matter whether we roped header
of heeler. We were always right on.
There was more
than one cowboy’s head who shook in disbelief after watching some of
our runs. Of course, all the men staying at the Sheriff’s ranch
knew why and there was more razzing and kidding. O.C. and I just
shrugged it off and grinned at each other. O.C. rode over to me
after one spectacular toss we made.
“See what you
done for me, cowboy.” He grinned.
“I think you
done the same for me, Mr. Harris.” I emphasized his last name as
a sign of respect for the man’s sexual powers. He roared with
Casey.” He said sincerely.
“For what, Mr.
“For inviting me
to stay with you. It means a lot to me.”
been pert-damn good for me to, Sir. Best part is,— we still got
that, pod’ner. Jes’ look!” O.C. looked down at his crotch
and I laughed.
“That damn thing
hard again?” I laughed.
straight! I look at chu’ on your pony and wonder what it would be
like to fuck you wear’n them chaps and boots a’ yours.
Ever’ time I think on it, I leak a little more in my jeans.” He
smiled at me. We shared a laugh.
“We can talk
about it, Sir. I’m easy.” I winked at him.
O.C. Harris as he rearranged his package.
I though to
myself, ‘If you only knew what you’re in store for this evening, my
handsome, sexy cowman, you’d have to ride to the barn and change your
I didn’t look at
him, but I got one of those smiles on my face again.
“I ain’t even
gonna’ asked about that smile.” He laughed.
right, I’ll remind ju’ about it later.” I told him.
* * * * * * *
It was the last
weekend in August and it can still be unbearably hot in
Texas. There was a lot of shade around the Claymore’s rodeo
arena. The sheriff’s dad and granddad planted oak trees around
for just that purpose, and they took good care of them over the
years. They grew into huge trees which offered shade and food for
a variety a critters. It was almost like a park where the kids
could climb, run and play without the parents being worried about them
It was also good
for the ponies, because they didn’t get so hot. When we weren’t
riding O.C. and I took our ponies out of the arena regularly to water
them and give them a break. I could swear my pony, Rocky, knew I
was going to leave the next day, and I would be away for a
while. He was so attentive to me several cowboys including my
granddad and O.C. noticed. He didn’t want me too far away from
him all day.
I wondered if I
could touch his mind. I sent out feelers like I would with my little
brother or Griz. At first I only got fleeting sensations like pictures
with a word thrown in now and then. Then he looked me right in
the eye, and I heard clear as day,
Rocky, — did I frighten you?>>
He stamped and
snorted like I was an idiot to ask. I didn’t need to probe his
mind to know what he was thinking. I could swear I heard
laughter. ‘Can a horse laugh?’ I wondered to myself.
tell me you have gift. Took you a while.>> Rocky chastised
me.<<And, yes, we laugh.>>
pod’ner,— never knew I could do it before. You know I’m going
away for a while, don’t chu’?>>
He stamped his
front feet and nodded his head.
while now.>> he replied.
upset about it?>>
much now. Hear your head. Know you worry about me. Rocky fear more for
you than me. I be fine here. Big man-stallion with happy
laugh and his colts feed and treat me good.>>
here most ever’ other weekend. It ain’t gonna’ be forever,
know. You’re mine. You my rider. You belong to Rocky.
You won’t leave me.>>
I laughed to
myself about the way Rocky thought about me as his.
right, Rock,— I am yours. I’ll be yours as long as you want and
know. You treat me good. You love me like a part of
you. We good together.>>
Rock! I do love you. You are a part of me. I couldn’t do
without my pod’ner. Do you know about love?>>
Again I could
swear he was laughing at me.
God’s creatures know about love, rider, and yes,— Rocky love
Rocky nuzzled me
with his head and waited for me to pet him. As I showed him affection,
tears came to my eyes. I was stunned. Not only did my pony
know about love, he knew about God. I thought, ‘How dumb we are
to take these beautiful, talented creatures for granted.’
man-colt not dumb! Rider not take Rocky for granted. You good
stallion soon enough. Stay man-colt while you can. You be Rocky’s
man-colt for while longer. Rocky still teach things.” He stamped
one foot and shook his mane to emphasize his seriousness.
Rocky. I promise, I’ll stay a man-colt for a while longer.
I know I still have things to learn from you. I love you more’n
you know, big guy. I’ll miss you.>> I put my arms around his
neck, hugged, and kissed him.
know. Rocky miss man-colt.>> he nuzzled me back.
I didn’t realize
the arena had become quiet and everyone was looking at me making love
to my pony with a tear stained face. Without saying a word they
instinctively knew I was saying goodbye to my partner for a
while. Cowboys know about that sort of thing.
O.C. was roping
with the Sheriff. My granddad walked over to me and handed me his
kerchief to wipe the tears from my eyes.
“I only ever did
see me a couple of cowboys in my life who seemed to have a special
communication with their ponies like you do with yours, Son.
There’s a strong bond between you. Tells me a lot about a man.
Sometimes I get the feel’n watching you and him work together, he’s the
heart and brains of the outfit, and he’s jes’ allow’n you to be his
partner.” My granddad smiled and winked at me.
“You couldn’t be
more right, Mr. Langtry. You won’t git no argument from me.
He owns me. He thinks on me as his man-colt. I’m his. I’m,
proud, honored and feel privileged to belong to him,— to be his
partner, his rider. Right, pod’na?” I spoke to Rocky.
He stamped his
front feet, whinnied and shook his head affirmative. I could swear he
winked at me.
said my granddad softly, “If’n I didn’t know better, I’d swear that
pony understood ever’ word you jes’ said.”
Rocky threw back
his head and laughed. I laughed at his reaction.
“I assure you,
Mr. Langtry,— he does.”
* * * * * * *
The day was one
of the best days Rocky and I had together in a long time. The
rest of the day was like a dream. I only had to think what I’d
like for us to do and Rocky was right there. I no longer though
about what I wanted him to do for me. I began to think about what
might be best for us, with his approval, of course.
I shifted gears
in my head about my relationship with the good pony who owned me. I
never loved a pony more than I did Rocky. I could only compare it
with the feeling I had with Master Waddie. Master Waddie will
always own a part of me;— and, so will Rocky. It’s just like O.C.
said my granddad taught him,— it’s all about belonging.
* * * * * * *
The day wound
down, the neighbors left and we put the ponies away. The sheriff
announced to the folks he wouldn’t be receiving guest for rodeoing the
next day. He was going to church and wanted to spend the day with his
family and ranch guest. Being good country folks they understood
the sheriff needed his own time.
We all pitched
in and prepared a small supper. It was a wonderful evening and
there was an ebb and flow of love which passed between the people
gathered around the sheriff’s table. I wondered about the need to
go to church. To me, this was more sacred than the dog and pony
show of any organized religion; bowing and scraping, and being made to
feel the collective guilt of an ancient culture that has little
relevance to our modern world. I thought to myself, ‘You’d think
if a pony knows about God and love,— after a couple of thousand years,
why hasn’t mankind progressed to know a simpler understanding of
God and learn about the many ways of love?’
* * * * * * *
In the early
evening the men retired to the lawn chairs under the huge spreading
oaks in front the sheriff’s house to watch the sun set in the
West. It was a wonderful evening and the men began to tell
stories. Cowboys can tell the best stories. Gip told
a story that had us on the edge of our seats and Bubba told a story
that had us laughing our ass’ off. I was hoping my Granddad would
tell a story.
Several of the
men, including O.C. and Bubba, asked Mr. Langtry, but he quietly
declined. I felt sorry for him at that moment and felt O.C.’s
hand pull me closer to him. I know he felt the same sadness
coming from my granddad. After a while, the men got tired of
story telling and decided to call it a night. Everyone left for
their bunk space.
Since no team
beat O.C. and me at roping that day, none of the men had anything snide
to say to us; however, my ‘owner’ had a few choice comments to
send my way, now that he had my undivided attention. Rocky knew I
could turn him off if I wanted to, but I enjoyed his occasional take on
things. He was brutally honest, and could be deadly funny
sometimes. He complimented me on my choice of O.C. Harris as my
‘rider.’ I damn near fell out laughing while walking back to the
double ‘R’ with O.C. Unthinking and trying to be humorous, I shot
back to him,
bargain with you, pod’na. You don’t say nothing about my sex
life, and I won’t say nothing about yours.>> I laughed.
life? >> He asked, laughing at me.
I knew he was
referring to my dad and me gilding him as a colt. I felt really
bad about what I thought. I knew he felt my embarrassment and
sorry, Rocky,— that was insensitive of me.>> I heard more
has sex life. Rocky been sharing yours for years now.>> He
laughed at my naivete. <<Now that you know,— man-colt not turn
wouldn’t think of it, pod’na. After all, I’m yours,— am I
you!>> I heard him laughing from the barn.
I couldn’t help
myself, I burst out laughing.
laugh’n at, cowboy?” O.C. Harris asked.
believe me if’n I was ta’ tell you, Mr. Harris.”
“I’d believe any
damn thing you tell me, Son.” O.C. assured me.
pony,— he jes’ done told me he thought chu’ was a fine ‘rider’ for
me.” I couldn’t help but laugh again.
“I wondered what
was going on between you two today. Several of the cowboys
commented on it. They all said they ain’t seen nothing like
it. I wasn’t pay’n no attention ‘til the sheriff told me to
watch. He said you two was able to read each others minds, but I
thought he was talk’n ‘bout an understanding. He meant it
“Yes, Sir,— he
did. Sheriff Claymore’s a more observant man than I give ‘em
credit for. My granddad picked up on it, too, but like you,
he thought me’n Rocky jes’ has an understanding. It’s a little
more’n that, Mr. Harris.”
“I’ll be damn,
Son. Learn some’um new and good ‘bout chu’ ever’ day.” He pulled
me into him tighter as we walked. His warmth and generosity felt
* * * * * * *
We got to the
double ‘R’ and I let us in.
“How’s ‘bout a
couple a’ fingers, Mr. Harris?”
if’n you join me.”
Harris,— believe I will. Make yourself comfortable on the couch,
and I’ll get it for us.”
O.C. took his
cowboy hat off, set it on an end table and sat on the couch as I went
to the kitchen to get glasses and the Southern Comfort. I could
see the handsome cowboy out of the corner of my eye as I slowly poured
the liquor into the glasses. I started getting an erection just
looking at him. Damn, he was a hot cowboy. I wanted nothing
better than to rip his Wranglers open a suck him off on the couch, but
I promised someone else other things.
I returned to
the couch and handed him his drink. I sat down beside him, took
off my hat and set it next to his on the end table. We clinked
glasses in a toast and took our first sip of Comfort. I moved
closer to O.C., took his hand an pulled his arm around my shoulder.
“You feel good,
‘rider.’” I laughed and winked at him. He laughed with me.
O.C. leaned into me and gave me a quick kiss.
“I’ll be your
‘rider’ anytime you need it, hoss.” He spoke softly to me, “Think
you might like to ‘ride’ sometime, cowboy? You certainly got the
tack for it.” he chuckled.
“I have before,
O.C.; however, with men older’n me, I enjoy being ridden. My pony
calls me his man-colt. He told me today he wanted me to stay his
man-colt for a while longer;— said I’d become a stallion soon
enough. I think I know what he’s talk’n about, and I’m gonna’
take my pony’s advice.”
that was pert-damn good horse sense, pod’na.” O.C. said in all
“Remember what I
said we could talk about? How would ju’ feel about ride’n yore’ ole
hoss tonight with yore’ boots and chaps on, cowboy?”
“Like a dream
come true,— but won’t it mess up your bed?”
“Naw, we jes’
won’t turn the leather cover down.”
me used to do it that a’ way all the time. Yore’ uncle was really
hot in his outfit. You gonna’ wear yours if’n I wear mine?”
“Be happy to,
rider.” I winked at him again.
“Got me a new
nickname,— don’t I?” He grinned.
“‘Feared so, —
you mind, Sir?”
“Jes’ be careful
when you use it, hoss,— look at the wet spot at my crotch. It’ll tell
ya’ all ya’ need to know.”
I laughed at
him. He was roaring hard again. He took me in his big
cowboy arms and kissed me gently. My dick was trying to get out
of my Wranglers.
“I better git in
nair and clean up.” I told him.
“I should get in
nair after you. I’ve been in the saddle all day.”
“Uuhh,— ? ” I
paused dramatically, like I was hesitant to say something. O.C.
smiled knowingly and laughed at me.
like your uncle, hoss. He didn’t want me shower’n nither, until
after we done it.”
I threw back my
head and laughed. I took his glass and poured him another two
fingers of Comfort and excused myself. He watched as I undressed
in front of him. He kept sneaking glances at me, and he would
smile like a Cheshire cat in heat. O.C. was the same age my uncle
would’ve been. He was about three years younger than my
dad. It made him one of the youngest middle aged men I’d been
with, and he was only about thirteen years older than I.
I couldn’t help
think about my dad when I caught O.C. looking at me and smiling.
The way he smiled and carried himself was just like my dad. It
was comforting, and yet, a bit disconcerting to feel like this man was
so closely associated with my uncle, my dad, Bubba, Gip and Waddie
It didn’t take
me long to clean myself and insert my plug. When I return to the
living area, my plug almost dropped out of my ass. O.C. was
sitting on the couch with only his bat winged working chaps, his sweat
stained, rawhide leather vest, his big, heavy buckaroo boots and his
hat. My eyes couldn’t believe the hot sight in front of me.
My knees almost buckled, my heart palpitated, my face inflamed and
became cherry red, saliva flowed into my mouth, and my poor sphincter
suddenly lost all its pucker. I felt my plug slipping out of my
ass and had to reach back with my hand to keep it from falling out.
rider! I weren’t ready for this! You look so hot, I damn
near lost my plug.” I chuckled and O.C. roared with laughter.
He stood and
opened his arms for me. I went to him, he embraced me with a kiss
and moved his rough hand to my ass. He graciously held my plug
for me so I could throw my arms around him in response. It was no
gentle kiss. This was a kiss of cowboy passion. My old ‘longhorn’
and his handsome cowboy dick fought each other as they grew up between
dogies!” I exclaimed.
“Me, too.” he
I got busy
putting on my cowboy duds and heard my rider suck in air though his
teeth as I bent over in front of him to adjust the leg straps on my
chaps. He got a clear shot of my plug up my butt. His ole dick
must have had a mind of its own. It kept leaping in the air like
a gymnast on a trampoline.
After I finished
I went to him and knelt in front of him. I think I surprised him
when I leaned over and kissed each of his boots. I can’t remember
ever seeing a man’s dick get harder than my rider’s after I kissed his
boots. I moved to his crotch and took a deep breath. He
smelled wonderful; he had a strong, clean masculine smell. I
leaned over and started cleaning the sweat from his beautiful low
O.C. was almost
in agony from the sensuality. He leaned back on the couch, and
let me have my way with him. I kissed and teased his rock
hard penis for several minutes before I took him down my throat.
I felt him place his hands on my head and forcibly hold it still.
I could tell he was close to shooting. I remained still for several
minutes until his urge to come passed, then he eased his dick out of my
“I wanna’ save
that for my hoss.” He breathed quietly. I smiled at
him. I understood. It was all right with me. I didn’t
care which end caught for him, I just wanted his hot cowboy cream
I suggested we
move to the bedroom and O.C. readily agreed. I lay on my back and
raised my legs for his best access to my ass. O.C. smiled as his
climbed onto my bed on his knees and positioned himself in front of
me. I handed him a small towel and he quickly popped my plug from
my hole. He just as quickly replaced it with his stiff penis,
sinking it to the hilt in my ass. I could feel his low hanging
balls slap and bounce against my butt. My rider was home in his
O.C. began to
slowly fuck me much like he did the night before; however, this time
there was a decidedly more self-assuredness about him that can only
come from experience. He was feeling free with me to abandon all
worries about hurting me or seeing to my comfort. He knew I’d be
all right. He knew what I most wanted from him was to take what he
needed. He was right. I was equally shifting gears with my
thoughts about him being my ‘rider’ and me his ‘hoss.’ Conjoined
we formed a team, a good team, an unbeatable team, and like my ‘owner’
I was allowing him to take us where we both wanted to go.
lowered himself on top of me, and I locked my boots around his waist,
working with him, pulling him into me, urging him to take more, to ride
me a bit harder. O.C. seemed to be responding like any good
cowboy would to his ‘hoss.’ He planted himself deeply
inside me and came to a stop. He kissed me, and our kiss became
as sexual as his rock hard dick penetrating my hole.
ready?>> a voice in my head asked.
git’n ‘em warmed up for ya’, uncle.>> I replied.
A soft blue
light began to fill the bedroom. It took a moment for O.C. to
notice, but when he did he, instead of being frightened, he looked into
my eyes for an explanation.
“You said you’d
give anything to hold my Uncle Seth again.” I smiled at
him. The reality was beginning to hit him, but the mechanics of
the situation was unclear.
How?” He stammered, as O.C. moved to his knees with his cock
still firmly planted up my butt.
The blue glow
coalesced into a small blue sprite that slowly moved around the room
and finally came to rest on a night stand next to my bed.
“You remember me
asking you to pray for my uncle when I first met you over a month ago?”
“Yeah,— and I
have, but— ” O.C. stammered.
It’s my Uncle Seth. He came to me last night in a dream. We
sat this up so you could be with him for a while.”
told him as I reached out my open hand to the sprite. It moved to
the palm of my hand, and I slowly brought it in front of us. We
were bathed in the glow of its electric blue essence. I could see
the amazement in O.C.’s eyes as I released it to sit upon my chest. It
was remarkable, I could feel and smell the presence of my uncle within
it. It had mass and weight.
“Take your hand
and press firmly on the light and he will enter my body, rider.”
I smiled at him using his nickname as a bond between us.
“Are you sure,
Casey? Is it safe?”
worry. It’s my uncle, O.C.,— he would never harm me.”
moved his hand and held it over the light. He suddenly drew back
his hand and sucked in a deep breath of air.
“My God,— it has
mass! I can feel him! It is Seth!” He exclaimed.
I smiled at him
and nodded. Once again he moved his hand to my chest, but this
time, he gently pushed upon the light and watched it flood into my
body. He watched my body arch and gasp taking a deep breath like
I was filling my lungs with air for the first time.
“Casey,— are you
all right?” He shouted.
fine. He’s here with me, Ocie. How good it is to breathe
again; to feel myself inside a living body, and best of all, within the
body of my beloved, cowboy nephew.”
Seth was the
only person to ever say O.C.’s name like the two letters were one
name. His name was, in fact, Ocie Creynallis Harris, but only a
few knew. There was no doubt in O.C.’s mind his beloved brother was
speaking to him.
it really you?” Tears begin to well up in his eyes.
“Yes, my beloved
brother. It’s your loving and adoring ‘poon.’”
When they were
together, O.C. heard the term ‘poon tang’ used as a slang term for an
Asian woman’s vagina. He thought it was the funniest thing he
ever heard and started calling Seth Quee his little ‘poon’ as a loving
reference to his partner’s hole. It was a secret shared only by
him and Seth Quee. O.C. broke down in tears, and my eyes started to
flow as well. My uncle moved my arms around his cowboy and pulled
it’s all right, Ocie. I’m here with you for a while.
Casey’s been kind enough to let me use his body, to speak through him
and let me hold you once again. I can only stay a while,
just long enough for us to make love, and for me to beg your
forgiveness for having left you after we made plans to share our lives
together. I’m so sorry, brother. I loved you so much, and I
“You came to me
once before, but I couldn’t understand what you wanted.”
remember. I didn’t have much strength, but I was trying to tell
you I was still with you, looking out for you;— still loving you.
Can you find it in your big, cowboy heart to forgive me, brother?”
crying again, but Seth held him tight and once again soothed his spirit
until O.C. could get himself together.
“I forgave you
long ago, Seth. I was hurt and disappointed, but I was
young, I got over it. I went on with my life, but I’ve
never forgotten your love and what you meant to me. You taught me about
love, Quee. You taught me how to love and the meaning of
love. I love you today as much as I ever did. Now I know
why it’s so easy for me to love Casey. He’s so much like you in every
way;— but, he’s Casey. He’s a good man,— a fine cowboy, but he
ain’t chu,’ Quee.”
“I know, but he
has a spark from me. After I was killed in Nam I went to his
mother who was still pregnant with him and gave him a spark from my
soul. He has a spark from three people; his mother, Francis; his
dad, our brother Vince; and me;— however, Casey is fully his own man,
and I’m so proud of him. There’s more to your connection than
either of you know right now, but it will be revealed to you.
There was more to your and my connection than either of us ever
knew. I’m not allowed to tell you, but there’s one who can and
will tell you.”
“It is you,
Quee,— ” O.C. spoke softly to his mate and kissed him gently on the
lips. “I can feel you, and your body always had a fragrance like
no other. It always made my dick hard. I can smell you
now, and I’m getting harder in yore’ ass.”
“We were younger
then, Ocie, and you were one of the most handsome cowboys I ever
laid eyes on. Look at chu’! You’re a mature, middle aged
man who is even more sexy now than you were then. You feel so
good in my nephew’s ass, hoss. I feel it. I feel you
growing strong inside of me. This is too wonderful. No
wonder my nephew is so taken with you, and he’s right; you do fuck him
just like his dad.
Make love to me,
my stallion. Fuck me again like you used to. This is what
you wanted. This is what you wished for. It’s what I want,
Ocie. It’s what I need. We only have a little while. This
moment is for you,— for us, my beloved cowboy,— my stallion.”
Seth Quee chuckled. “Ride me like the wind. Ride me like
you used to, Ocie. My nephew even has us both dressed in our
cowboy duds like you and I did so many times. This is hot,
Ocie. Let’s not waste a minute.”
reply but started making sweet love to his mate. They shared a
passionate kiss that communicated the joy of reunion and of missing
passion they both longed for all these years. O.C. began to fuck
Seth Quee like he used to when they were young cowboys together.
He fucked him long and deep, playing with his body, filling him with
kisses and his strong, cowboy loving.
strange. I was there along side my uncle. I could feel
everything,— every nuance of O.C.’s fucking,— the rutting smells of
both of men,— the new and slightly different, but not unpleasant odor
of my uncle,— everything. I could’ve taken over at any moment,
but I didn’t want to. This was between my Uncle Seth and his
mate. I only felt joy and happiness in being able to be the vessel to
get them together again. I began to wonder about other
O.C. was fucking
for joy and the sheer pleasure of once again fucking the man he loved
all those years ago. He would shed tears onto Seth’s face and
kiss them away as he fucked him. He knew to fulfil his mate he
once again had to take from Seth Quee what he needed. O.C. slowly
built up his pace until he was fucking Seth Quee at full gallop. Seth
Quee urged him on.
hoss! Fuck me cowboy! Blow that big, bull-wad in yore’
balls inside your poon. Oh God, Ocie! You never felt
better, hoss. Ride me home, cowboy!”
“I love you,
Seth! I love you and I forgive you! You will always be my
Quee;— my poon. You gave it to me so long ago, and I’m reclaiming
it as mine. I’m gonna’ give you what chu’ need, brother.
Oh, God! I can’t hold it no more! I’m gonna’ come,
Quee! Hold your poon up there for me, hoss! Take all of
your cowboy! I’m coming, Quee! Oh Lord, that’s so
good! So good!”
I could feel my
own ejaculation boiling up inside me, but I gave my uncle full
control. He held back for a moment until he was certain his mate
was emptying his balls deep within our ass. I gave it up to my
uncle and he, in turn, gave it up to our rider. It was a hard won
shot for each of them and O.C. collapsed in a pool of sweat and ecstasy
whispering to his mate his love for him and thanking him for one last
“I love you so
much, Ocie,— but I have to go now. I must return Casey’s body to him.”
“Stay a while
longer, Quee. Don’t leave me yet.”
“I can’t my
beloved cowboy. I have to leave Casey’s body while I have the
strength. Kiss me once more, cowboy.”
O.C. kissed his
love goodbye with the gentleness of a saint. His kiss conveyed
the depth and breadth his love reached with his soul for his lost mate.
They broke off their kiss, and the small blue sprite exited my body,
flew around our heads several times, bussed a kiss on each of our
cheeks, moved beside the bed and began to grow into the image of a
man. We saw my cowboy uncle as I saw him in my dream the night
before. He was stunning.
I love you for your humanity and your generosity. You’re a good
man, Son. I’m proud of you. And, as for you, my beloved
cowboy,— death ain’t the end of love. Love is stronger than
death. I’ll carry your love with me even when I cross over.
I’ll be waiting for you, and we’ll love again. Count on it! I
love you both, more’n you can know. Goodbye,— catch you cowboys
on down the road.” And he was gone.
For the first
time since I’d been with him, O.C. Harris lost his erection and slipped
out of my ass. He was laying on top of me, but rolled us on our
sides facing each other. He quietly broke down again and
poured the long lost tears of his heart out to me. I held him
close and make gentle love to him to calm him. He finally got
Casey. Your uncle was right. You are a good hearted,
generous man. It’s exactly what I wanted and needed. Now my
old heart can be at peace. I only hope Quee can make amends to
“We’re work’n on
‘nat, rider.” I whispered to him.
“Could you feel
it while I was,— ?”
I was right here alongside my uncle. It was him what was using my
body, but I was right there.”
“Making love to
two men,— two souls at once. Wow,— that’s a first. It was
hot, Casey. I appreciate your generosity.”
Enough to fuck ME this time?” I laughed teasing him.
I didn’t have to
ask a second time. I felt my cowboy growing hard against my
belly. There was only one other man who could hold a candle to my dad,
‘the sex machine,’ and that was O.C. Harris. I couldn’t imagine a
potent man like O.C. living alone on a ranch with little or no sexual
outlet. He was one of the most caring, thoughtful, demandingly
sexual men I ever met. It was my decided opinion, O.C. Harris
would make some man a fine Master.
O.C. and I
fucked like two squirrels storing up nuts for the winter. We
didn’t get a lot of sleep that night. I didn’t mind.
I was as much to blame as he was. I couldn’t get enough of
him. I sucked him off again the next morning in the shower.
* * * * * * *
When we walked
into the kitchen the next morning there was a hush came over the
assembled men. I learned later there was a glow about O.C. that
none of the men witnessed before. I helped Cindy and her girls
get breakfast ready for everyone.
to you, brother? You look ten years younger.” I heard Bubba
ask O.C. as I handed him a cup of coffee.
“A good nights
sleep will do wonders for a man.” O.C. replied and grinned real
said Bubba laughing.
Nothing more was
said, but I noticed my granddad managed to sit next to O.C. at the
table with me on O.C.’s other side. I could tell he was curious
about O.C. and me and what might have occurred. He didn’t ask any
question, but he sure was curious. I knew, for my sake,
O.C. wouldn’t tell him anything. He probably wouldn’t believe him
anyway. There was only two men at the table who would believe
him,— the sheriff and Bubba.
announced to everyone, he and his family would be going to church and
anyone who wanted to join them was welcome; however, he realized church
going wasn’t some folks druthers and no one should feel
obligated. I was surprised when every man there indicated they’d
like to go with the sheriff and his family. I was especially
surprised when my granddad announced he’d like to go. I would’ve
thought, after his experiences, he’d steer clear of church.
clean up duty, O.C. and I joined the men to walk down to the barn
to care for the livestock for the day. Talk had been lively
around the breakfast table and the men continued their conversations on
the way to the barn. We fed the animals and returned to the
double ‘R’ to get ready for church. We had several hours before
we had to be ready. I was glad O.C. and I had some time to talk.
I figured after
church and Sunday dinner we wouldn’t have much time to say goodbye to
each other. I knew the sheriff and his boys would want to rodeo
for a while, but they would have to break off in the afternoon so
Bubba, his boys and O.C. could load their ponies and start back to
their ranches. Also the sheriff had to take us into town so we
could catch a ride out to the Lazy 8.
We had some time
to kill so I suggested to O.C. we lay across my bed and talk.
“I’m glad we
have a little time together this morning so’s I can tell you goodbye
proper-like and not make a fool of myself later this afternoon.”
I smiled at him.
what we done and been through this weekend it’s gonna’ be awful hard to
say goodbye to you, Case.”
“I’m so glad you
accepted my invitation to come stay with me. It’s meant as much
to me as it has for your, rider.” I grinned at him.
“I ain’t a’
gonna’ push, Casey, but am I gonna’ git to see you again?”
“Like you said,—
after what we shared this weekend do you think you could keep me
away?” I chuckled. He smiled at my response.
not. I wouldn’t wanna’ keep you away. I know you have other
obligations, Son. I ain’t playing a needy card here; however,
if’n you feel like it, I’d like to spend as much time with you as I
can. When you git one a’ yore’ weekends off from the ranch, and
you don’t have other obligations to the sheriff or others, come
stay with me. I’d love to have you down to the ranch. Hell,
come down and stay with Bubba and his boys. We don’t have to bunk
it in ever’ time. I’d jes’ like to see you, Casey. I wasn’t
kidding when it told ju’ I love you. After what chu’ done for me
and Quee, you’re like family to me now.
“You gotta’ know
I love you, too, rider. I’d be right proud to drive down and spend a
weekend with you at your ranch. I’ll keep in touch and let chu’
know my schedule. Right now, I have no idea how all this will
turn out; however, we’ll git to see each other when you, Bubba and his
boys come for fall roundup in a couple a’ weeks. We may not be
able to do a hell of a lot, but I’d be willing to share my tent with
ya. I’d love to take care of my ‘rider’ after a hard day in the
saddle, go to sleep in yore’ arms, with the taste a’ yore’ cowboy cream
on my tongue.”
that a’ ways! You gonna’ be in big trouble in a minute, hoss,
if’n you don’t.”
“I was a’ hope’n
I might git myself into a little trouble.” I laughed.
chur’ granddad, Casey? I see by the way Curtis looks at you he’s
think’n on more’n jes’ yore’ cowboy skills. What if he decides he’d
like to bunk it in with you some weekend?”
“My purpose in
coming here to Texas and going to work for the Lazy 8 is to git to know
my granddad. It’s no secret among the men I’ve met and love
around here, I bunk it in with my own dad. Like my pony
owns me, my heart belongs to my dad, O.C.; however, I certainly
wouldn’t have no problem bunk’n it in with my granddad. I think
he’s a good looking man.”
“Curtis is a
mighty fine look’n man. He’s a hell of a hot cowboy. I’ve
had fantasies of bedding him myself, but I ain’t never got up the nerve
to ask him. He ain’t never let on like he’d like to share
my bunk. He’s come to the ranch many times and stayed a weekend
with me and Bubba. Me’n Bubba’s ‘bout the only family he has.
several years he’s spent Thanksgiving and Christmas with us. Most times
my girls and their families will join us and he enjoys my grand-kids
almost as much as I do. Probably more so, ‘cause I’m always glad
to wave goodbye to ‘em.” O.C. laughed.
I wasn’t prying,
Casey, I’s jes’ concerned for you. I guess I’ve watched so many things
blow up in my face I thought was the bedrock of my life, and I hope and
pray with all my heart you and Curtis come to love each
other. He’s a good man, Casey. For all the grief he
caused earlier in his life he don’t deserve not to be forgiven and to
be reunited with any family he has left.”
“What do you
think my uncle meant when he told ju’ we had a greater connection with
each other we have no idea of?”
about that. I ain’t real sure, Son. You got any ideas?”
than you’re so much like my dad in many ways. You don’t look like
him, but you’re each good look’n men. It’s jes’ the way you
conduct yourself and the way you deal with folks what makes me think on
him. I guess that’s about the best compliment I could pay you,
rider,— my dad’s one of the best. Don’t make ‘em like my old man
I haven’t seen him in years, but I remember him as a young man and he
would give you the shirt off his back if you asked him. Sounds
like he’s still that way. I’d love to see him again, Casey.”
“I have a
feeling you will, O.C. I hope so.”
* * * * * * *
We talked some
more and I sucked him off again. This time O.C. insisted on
taking me at the same time. He didn’t gag on the ‘longhorn’ and
took my spunk like a pro.
We went to
church and my granddad sat on one side of me and O.C. on the
other. We all sat in the sheriff’s family pews and were all
welcomed by the preacher. He preached a good sermon about being
kind to those less fortunate than us. He wasn’t a dynamic speaker
and I found myself thinking about other things. Sitting between
two powerful men like my granddad and O.C. it was hard to keep my mind
* * * * * * *
dinner Gip and his boys wanted to rodeo a bit more. The day
wasn’t as hot as the previous day and there was a cool breeze blowing
though the big oak trees. My granddad commented he thought it
might be a sign of an early winter this year.
O.C. and I
continued to beat the pants off of everyone; except, one run I made
with my granddad tied a couple of our better runs. I was kind of
glad to have one last time to work with Rocky before I left. He
and I didn’t communicate too much. We’d said our goodbyes the day
before, but I gave him some extra oats and took more time rubbing him
down when I put him away. I hugged and kissed him goodbye once
more and left the barn to get my gear to throw in the back of Gip’s
Bubba, his boys,
Vince and Seth, and O.C. got their ponies loaded, goodbyes were
said, and they took off to return to their ranches. It was hard
saying goodbye to the four of them.
After a tearful
good by to Cindy, the girls, little Gip and Waddie Buck, we got into
the sheriff’s big crew cab pickup and he drove us into town to the
sheriff’s station. After we got there, Gip asked me into his
office for a minute.
“If you need
anything, you call me. You call me here or at home anytime.
If’n, for some reason, I ain’t around you leave word with Cindy or
little Gip, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. You
Sheriff. You and your family have been so damn good to me.
I’m gonna’ miss you. Thank you for everything, Gip.”
families for, Son?” He smiled at me.
We hugged and I
gave him a big kiss. I almost lost it.
* * * * * * *
We didn’t have
too wait long and the truck for the ranch was there. I
transferred my saddle and duffle bag to the rear and climbed in the
rear cab of the truck with Brett and Curt. My granddad rode
up front with the driver, another cowboy from the ranch named Joe.
We got on the
road for a two hour drive to the ranch. I was excited but a bit
melancholy from the high of the weekend and having such a wonderful
time with O.C. and my uncle. I wondered if I was doing the right
thing and if I’d make the grade as a full time cowboy. I was more
interested in doing well to gain my granddad’s approval than proving
anything to myself.
Rocky taught me
a good lesson about how to think about things and I reached out with my
mind to thank him.
worry, rider? Main man-stallion from ranch may be blood, but you
own him,— jes’ like Rocky own you.>>
I laughed and
thanked him again for his sage advice. I had forgotten I owned a
third interest in the Lazy 8. I sat back, smiled to myself,
relaxed and enjoyed the ride to the ranch.
End of Chapter 36 ~ Texas Longhorns
Copyright 2005 ~