WACO’S
LUMMOX
By
Waddie Greywolf
Chapter
43
“Old Joe has
gone fishing, and young Joe has gone fishing, and you know has gone
fishing and found them a shoal. Bring them in, in handfuls, and
in
canfuls,
and in panfuls. Bring them in sweetly, gut them completely, pack
them
up neatly, sell them discretely, oh, haul a-way.” A sea chanty
from Peter Grimes by Benjamin Britten.
Silicon Bones ~
(A popular space-chanty heard on the Winds Of Consciousness)
“Over hill, over
dale, you can miss the raging swells if you feed from the depths with
your pod. Ride the crest smartly; pierce the arc neatly and body
surf under the prow. Leap right and then left, cross over and
under, but stay ahead of the bow. Feel the strength surging as
the big ship flows, look before leaping and steady as she goes.
Thank the
good ship Dorothy for the bow-waves we ride, and thank her for all them
fish, tra-la! And thanks for all of them fish.
Long-arms thrown
forward to latch onto anchors, will pull us along; will pull us
along. Great maws will fill with life-giving sands; strained
through baleens to become silicon bones. Silicon bones carry us
home to safe harbors and much larger goals. Bellies bulge bigger
grow strong grappling arms to pull us along to more prosperous
shoals. Silicone bones to pull us along and carry us home.
Thank the good
ship Buttercup for the bow-waves we ride, and thank her for all them
fish, tra-la! And, thanks for all of them fish.
Praise the big
dong of the great Fisher King, who sports a luminous nose,
tra-la! The dong with the luminous nose, you know, rows Austin so
sweetly and takes him in tow. How gracious, our Taycious, an
afternoon drunk. Taycious, our precious, fists young men ‘til
blood is a must, he drinks all alone. No man is just, who can’t
deal with his lust, nor can he pour piss from a boot, ta-la; nor can he
pour piss from a boot.
Thank the good
ship Copernicus for the bow-waves we ride, and thank her for all them
fish, tra-la! And, thanks for all of them fish.
One ringy dingy,
and grab me a phone. Hi-ho central, a gracious good morning,
singing silicon bones. Row me two dinghies around a large
hole. Sing about heaven and a large golden throne; sing to me
sweetly ‘bout a large tasty dong; a dong with a luminous nose.
Poor Missy Austin, sleeps all alone; all alone at home on his big
golden throne, he sings, ‘Way-hey, plow my stern deeply with a silicon
bone.'
Thank the good
ship Banhsee for the bow-waves we ride, and thank her for all them
fish, tra-la! And, thanks for all of them fish.
A frank skinner
knocking on heaven’s door. He prays to the Fisher King to
please haul his load. He don’t give a shit about power, he says,
he’d rather be loved by a good hearted man, one with a luminous
nose. He’ll suck and he’ll gulp ‘til he swallows him whole, but
he won’t wear a prom dress to town, oh, no; but, he will while she sits
at home all alone by the phone.
Thank the good
ship Archimedes for the bow-waves we ride, and thank her for all them
fish, tra-la! And, thanks for all of them fish.
Alone, alone,
all alone, yo, hoe! He won’t dance at the prom alone. He
promises to wait by the phone for a call from an angel to come
straighten his hole, tra-la. He wants to be a woman to repair his
soul, to dance like his sister, he’ll realign his hole. Silicon
bones phone home, phone home. To dance like his sister, he’ll
realign his hole. Sing us a new song, my brothers, a song about
silicon bones.
Here’s to the
good ship Raven for the bow-waves we ride, and thank her for all them
fish, tra-la! And, thanks for all of them fish.
Floating and
feasting, drinking bourbon while eating our dinner of white fish and
whey. When along comes an arachnid and sits on her small head and
scares Missy Tomlin away. Away! And scares Ernestine Tomlin
away. Hey! And scares Missy Tomlin away! Singing
silicon bones, phone home, phone home; a rapacious tome sung by a very
small gnome; sing a new song of silicon bones.
Here’s to the
good ship Bandersnatch for the bow-waves we ride, and thank her for all
them fish, tra-la! And, thank her for all of them fish.” sang the
great bladder whales of Venus.
It was a catchy
tune. It traveled all over the Universe. It gave new
meaning to the line: Be careful what you pray for. Austin
Taycious
would’ve taken a gun to his head if he knew his prayer had not only
been heard, but it was caught up by the Winds of Consciousness and
broadcast throughout the galaxy in various forms. It was now the
number one song of the musical critters of several worlds. By the
time it reached the bladder whales of Venus it had become quite
different from what the voices on Earth were singing; however, that
didn’t make it any less of a great work of art. On the contrary,
it became a masterpiece. From there it traveled back across the
galaxy until every critter who could sing was now singing the great
ballad of Missy Austin Taycious. The Ancients hadn’t heard such
singing in ages and decided it might be worth looking into. They
dispatched their agent on Earth to check it out.
* * * * * * *
Ranger Gibbons
and his wife Mary were doing well. A year passed since Mary’s
therapy with the aqua vita and Cable could find no trace of the
debilitating cancer. She and Ranger were thrilled, but
cautious. Cable and Jesse told her she had to make it through
three full years before they could feel certain she beat it; however,
Jesse wanted her to repeat the water therapy once a year for those
three years. Mary hated the thought; however, to have a chance of
living longer and getting to see her son grow up proved to be a great
incentive.
The two boys,
Cable and Ranger Gibbons, were like bookends. They were
inseparable. They stayed where they pleased. Cable, the
Jessup’s son, had his own bedroom in their house and Ranger Jr. had
his. They stayed wherever they liked. There was no
restrictions placed on them about coming and going. The time they
were with Elsie and Bobby gave Mary a much needed break and time to
rest. She was slowly growing stronger. Then, the times they
were with the Gibbons, they reveled in the joy of the boys and their
love of life. They understood before they could speak they were
brothers in name only; however, that didn’t seem to bother them.
They were in constant communication with the Long-Jones twins from the
end of their first trimester while still in their mothers’ wombs.
The ancient voices of Castor and Pollux (aka Jubal and Bo) told them
about the finer points of brothers, and how, many times, the closest of
brothers never shared the same womb.
Since Jubal and
Bo had the one percent lummox in their makeup, they developed much
quicker and were out of diapers and housebroken before they were two
years old. They took care of cleaning each other after taking
care of their toilet necessities. They had the memories of two
warriors and found it an anathema having to depend on someone else to
wipe
their butts, so they did it themselves; however, at the end of the day,
when it came time for clean up, they were expected to join the cowboys
and their lummox critters for their end of the day showers and
cleaning. They were treated with respect and not talked down to
unless one needed a little comfort. Then there was any number of
strong, open arms to accommodate them. Their favorites became
their big brothers Lucas, Waco, Blue, Ox and Strom. They also
were
partial to Kuluke and T’gan, but they couldn’t steal any milk from them.
Jubal and Bo
quickly learned to use the gates and it became difficult keeping up
with them. Every time Lucas turned his back for just a moment
they were gone through a gate, off on another adventure. Most of
the time they went to their brothers, Cable and Ranger Jr. The
boys spent a great deal of time together. Where you found one the
other three were close behind. Everyone fell in love with them
and the cowboys dubbed them the junior wranglers. Because they
could be so sneaky about disappearing, they also became known as the
‘Coyotes’ or ‘Coyote kids’k and later the 'Coyote cowboys.'
Cable and Ranger
Jr. were slower to develop physically than Jubal and Bo, but once they
started visiting back and forth, they started to catch up. They
had the benefit of lummox milk from the time of their conception.
They were out of diapers and wearing cowboy clothes about two months
after Jubal and Bo. Mary and Elsie caught Jubal and Bo changing
Ranger’s diaper one day and laughed with each other.
“Ooowee, you
stink, little brother!” claimed Jubal. “Good Lord! What
chore’ folks been feed’n you, bubba? Look,— you two gotta’ start
learning to use yore’ potties. When you feel the urge,— you know,
what Bo and me call potty-pangs— let us know and we’ll git you there
before you have to go. Then we’ll help you get cleaned up.
How can you live like this? A cowboy needs his dignity.” Jubal
raved on as he was cleaning his little brother.
Peer pressure
will do it every time. Elsie and Mary didn’t have to potty train
their own sons. The neighbor kids did it for them. Within
two months Cable and Ranger Jr. were flying solo. They learned to
take care of themselves from their brothers. Usually they were
all together. They were either at the Gibbons’ ranch or the
Goodnight’s. Naturally, the boys wanted to be where the action
was and that was the Goodnight ranch, on the Bandersnatch or the
Buttercup.
They came to
love Cable, David and Jonathan and they spent a great deal of time with
them. They loved the critters and were constantly playing with
them. They had the kind of childhood one could only dream
of. The cowboys treated them like young buckaroos and so did
their parents. Mary and Elsie had their reservations; however,
Ranger and Bobby sat them down and talked with them.
“Me and Bobby
had a long talk with Mr. Watkins about the boys a couple of Sundays ago
over to the Goodnight’s ranch. We expressed our concerns about
the boys being gone too much from their own homes. He just
laughed and told us not worry. He said our boys and the
Long-Jones boys are the first children of a new evolutionary change, a
large paradigm shift in child rearing and development. He said we
had to shift our way of thinking about bringing up a child from what we
learned from our parents and even how Bobby and Elsie raised
Travis. It’s a departure from the old thinking of keeping kids
close-to-the-breast or nest until they’re almost school age.
Jesse said there’s a lot that can go wrong with a child during that
period and it can be a period when a child can most benefit from social
interaction. Jesse said we
had to start thinking of the junior wranglers, or as the cowboys are
calling them, the Coyote kids, as not totally ours, but children of a
larger community. They will be the first to be raised by a
community. As stark as that might sound at
first, consider the benefits. The Long-Jones boys become
ours. Hell, they’s over to our place as much as theirs. We
have the added benefit of their influence and the overall influence on
our kids of a greater community. Have you watched them when they
get away from us?” Ranger asked.
“I know what
you're saying.” said Mary, “I see it happening, but I don’t know if I
like it. It’s like the Long-Jones boys and our boys have bonded
as brothers. We can’t keep them apart. I don’t know’s I’d
want to anyway. Jubal and Bo taught Ranger and Cable to use their
potty. They’re welcome everywhere they go as a foursome and
everyone watches out for them. Even the critters look out for
them. Elsie and I caught Patty and Moe herding the boys away from
a big snake the other day. Waco’s pony, Ranger, came along and
killed it. He picked it up, and with a toss of his head,
threw it into a cactus patch.”
“All I can say
is, it makes child rearing a lot easier for me and Mistress Mary, and
we need all the help we can get.” Added Elsie, “How many mothers can
claim to have their babies fully potty trained at two years old?
We looked for them the other afternoon. Cable knew exactly where
they were. They were with the critters taking their afternoon
naps at Jack Hall’s place on the Buttercup. We went through the
gate to check on them and there they were lying in the middle of all
the other critters sound asleep. We turned around and came
home. They were home for supper with their brothers.”
“Yeah, and Elsie
and I used to be up every damn night of the world taking care of Travis
until he was old enough to sleep all night. These boys never wake
up during the night. They’re always on the go from the minute
they get up until their afternoon naps and then they go until
bedtime. They’re exhausted by the time they hit the bed.
Unless there’s a storm or some’um, they sleep all night, and we get our
rest. I ain’t got me no complaints about that.” Bobby chuckled.
“I ain’t never
seen nothing like ‘em in my life. You’d think with them being
that close in age there would be a lot of infighting and one or the
other trying to be leader. Maybe Jubal has a little more say than
the others, but they don’t never argue about nothing. They decide
on something and it’s what the four of ‘em are gonna’ do come hell or
highwater.” commented Ranger.
So it was, the
Coyote kids became the fearsome foursome of the Goodnight-Gibbons’
ranches. They didn’t get into a lot of trouble because they were
constantly being monitored and supervised by an adult or with critters
who were looking out for them. They weren’t shy about telling
them when one of their plans wasn’t a good idea and getting them
motivated in a different direction. Someone was forever checking
on them to make sure they were where they were suppose to be, and they
were all right. The artificial intelligence on the ships and the
robo-cams placed on them gave them constant supervision. If they
stepped out of line or looked like they were headed for trouble, Cable
would be notified in a nanosecond.
* * * * * * *
Jack Hall kept
his promise and adopted Ernie; however, he wanted more. He heard
of the bonding ceremonies the lummox held and thought that would be a
good idea for him and his new son. It was to be a grand day
and celebrated in their new valley ranch Jack name the Lazy
Buttercup Ranch. Its brand was the lazy B. It certainly
had enough buttercups which grew wild in the pastures. Jesse and
Utah met privately with Ernie several weeks before the big day.
“Are you looking
forward to bonding with Mr. Hall, Son?”
“Yes, Sir, very
much, Mr. Watkins. I ain’t never felt so sure about anything in
my life.”
“You know Jack
Hall has some strong ideas about relationships. You will
essentially become his slave under the guise of becoming his son and
bonded mate.”
“I’m aware of
that. He wants something more like a straight marriage.
Sometimes relationships like that can appear to be like consensual
slavery. Folks already
done talk about me like I’s his slave. I don’t mind.
If he wanted me for his slave and asked me, I’d sign my life over to
him
as his slave in a minute.”
“You love him
that much?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I can
understand that.” added Utah looking up at Jesse with adoration.
Jesse reached down and patted him lovingly.
“You know you
ain’t my slave no more.” Jesse reminded him.
“I’ll always be
your slave, Master Jesse.” Utah replied.
Jesse turned his
attention to Ernie. “As a bonding gift I would like to offer you
a present.”
“You don’t need
to, Sir. We don’t really need nothing. We’re just honored
to have you and Utah share our day with us.” Ernie insisted.
“We wouldn’t
miss it. Our gift, me and Utah’s, ain’t totally my idea, Son.” he
looked down at Utah and smiled, “It comes from several
sources, you may have imagined, but we’ve never spoken
about. My companion was a major contributor to the idea, but
mainly it’s because of your dedication to your mate and your trust in
him I make the offer. I can return your manhood to you,— or if
you prefer I can give you a woman’s plumbing to bring more pleasure to
Mr. Hall, and I can promise you, it will be such that it will bring him
a great deal of pleasure.” Jesse smiled.
Ernie was
nonplused. He didn’t quite know what to think. This was so
sudden and unexpected. He felt a thrill about becoming whole
again, but he immediately thought what that might do to his and Jack’s
relationship. Maybe Jack couldn’t handle him being a full man
again; however, the thought of a woman’s plumbing never crossed his
mind.
“Do I have to
decide right away, Sir?” Ernie asked.
“No, of course
not, Son. We wouldn’t expect that. Knowing you, I know
you’ll want to discuss is with your dad, your master or your husband,
as
you prefer.”
“I’m working on
think’n on him as my dad. I even had me some fantasies of asking
about becoming his slave and calling him master. I ain’t never
thought of the idea of Mr. Hall being my husband, but I ain’t turned
off by the idea. Come to think on it,— I have to admit, it has a
certain appeal, Sir.”
“Take your
time. We have several weeks for you to decide. Even if you
choose not to decide right now, we can leave it an open-ended offer.”
Jesse reassured
him.
“I’m grateful
for your offer of such a generous and unexpected gift, Sir. I
will take it up with my husband.” Ernie used the word for the first
time to see how it felt and sounded to him. It sounded just fine
and felt even more right. It seemed to fit him perfectly.
Ernie looked Jesse in the eyes and
smiled at Utah who wagged his tail. Jesse smiled at him.
Ernie did think
about Jesse’s offer. He thought about it a lot even before he
brought it to Jack's attention. The only folks he confided in was
Warren and
Brick Armstrong. Warren told him he talked with Jack many times,
but he felt having Ernie’s manhood replaced would be too much for Jack
to adjust to. Warren didn’t know about the female plumbing.
He would have to feel Jack out, but he felt Ernie could do a better job
than he could. He admonished Ernie to be honest with Jack.
Brick was a little more blunt.
“Do you love
that cowboy, Ernie?”
“You know I do,
Brick,--- with all my heart. I’d do anything for him.”
“Is he worth not
having a dick and balls for? If you was normal, he came to you
and said, ‘I like you, I’ll bond with you and love you if you’ll have
your dick and balls removed,’ would you?”
“I already done
it for someone who offered me a lot less than Jack Hall! Of
course I would! You know I would! There ain’t no question
in my mind!” Ernie almost hollered back at his buddy.
“Then that’s
your answer, Officer Shields.” Brick smiled at him. “Now, how about
asking him if he’d like to have a little pussy as your bonding-night
gift to him?” Brick laughed at his double metaphor.
“I could do
that. I jes’ won’t say nothing about the other. Hell,
there’s only room in our family for one stud. His dick’s the only
one I want to worry about satisfying. Besides, Mr. Hall takes
good care of me and my sexual needs. I ain’t never pushed away
from his table hungry.” Ernie grinned at Brick.
“That good,
huh?” Brick grinned.
“E’aup,
pert-damn good, Officer Armstrong.” grinned Ernie.
“Do I get to try
your new pussy first to make sure it works properly?” Brick laughed.
“Not on your
life; however, I’ll speak with my husband about sloppy seconds for you
if you like.” Ernie shot back. He knew Brick would never cheat on
Tim.
Brick grabbed
Ernie and gently kissed him on his forehead. “We’ve been through
a lot together. I jes’ want my little brother to be happy and
comfortable. I see how much you love that old cowboy, and I’m
happy for you. You don’t need no dick to be happy, but I’ve
seen Master Watkins in action, and I can tell you, he can do what he
says. I personally guaran-damn-tee ya’ you will have the finest
pussy to make that cowboy happy. You never would’ve known this
happiness had we stayed in the Holy City. I don’t know who to
thank for our good fortune, but if the Ancients can hear me, I’m
grateful, and praise their names.”
The Ancients did
hear Brick Armstrong’s praise and his words went out on the Winds of
Consciousness and traveled throughout the galaxy. Ernie talked
with Jack that night after his cowboy husband finished fucking him for
the second time and insisted Ernie get his as well. Jack fucked
him until Ernie thought his ass was going to fall off, when he finally
felt his ejaculation building up within him, and he boiled over onto
Jack’s raging fuck stick. Once again the extra added lubrication
gave Jack what he needed to finish his job, and he was a cowboy who
always finished a job. They lay, still hooked together for a long
while, enjoying the afterglow of their coupling. Ernie was
breathlessly complementing his husband and Jack was stealing kisses.
“Dad, I need to
talk with you about something.” Ernie spoke quietly.
“Must be
serious. You don’t call me dad unless you got some’um heavy on
yore’ mind.”
“I guess it
is. Master Jesse offered us a bonding gift. You know he’s
capable of some pretty miraculous things.”
“Yes, I’ve
heard. Brick Armstrong told me what he done for the Holy
Prophet. What did he offer you?”
“He said he
could give me a woman’s plumbing if I wanted it in order to please you
more.”
Jack was quiet
for a good while. He took another long, slow stroke into Ernie’s
ass. Ernie shuddered and sighed in ecstasy.
“Ain’t that good
enough for you, Son?” Jack stole another kiss behind his ear.
“Oh, God!
You know it is, Mr. Hall. It’s all I really need.” Ernie assured
him.
“One of the
reasons I love you is you ain’t high maintenance. The word 'cunt'
means maintenance to me. You’ve spoiled me. Yore’ ass is
tighter than any pussy I ever done had and as you can feel, I ain’t no
small
man. Don’t I take good care of you? What do we need with a
cunt?”
“We don’t need
one if you don’t want it, Sir, and believe me, I count my blessings
ever’ day.”
“You love me
enough you’d do that for me?” Jack’s macho cowboy pride got the better
of him.
“Yes, Sir.
I’d do anything or be anything in this damn world you wanted me to be,
Dad. I’d sign on to be your slave, if that’s what you
wanted. I never thought about it before he offered, but it made
sense to me. If’n it’ud please you, I’d be willing.”
Jack was silent
for a while longer like he was thinking and took another long stroke
into Ernie’s butt.
“You ain’t
telling me everything, are you, Son?” he took one more stroke.
Ernie was quiet
like he didn’t want to answer.
“He offered to
replace your dick and balls, didn’t he?” Jack placed another kiss
behind Ernie’s ear.
“Yes, Sir.”
Ernie dared to answer just above a whisper. “But, I told him there was
only room for one stud in our family; then, I told my buddy Brick, I
made a choice to give up my manhood for much less than what you offer
me ever’ night, and as far as I’s concerned, it was good riddance; I
don’t need ‘em no more. They ain’t never done nothing for me but
bring me trouble.”
“Do you really
think you want a cunt?” Jack used the word harshly to test Ernie’s
response.
“I don’t know,
Dad. I ain’t never thought about it. I been happy being
with you like we are. It would never occur to me, because it
weren’t possible,— until now.”
“You think he’d
let you test drive one,— take it out for a spin?” Jack laughed as he
drove in another base hit. “Then if it didn’t work out for us, you
could always return it?”
“I could ask
him, Sir. If not, I don’t think I want it. I want it to be
something what would please you. Remember what I said about try’n
on a new pair of boots?” Ernie reminded him.
“Good
point. We know my dick fits in yore’ ass like it was made for
it. I don’t know how flexible things like that can be, but h’it
won’t do no harm to ask. You tell him I don’t want him fuck’n
with your piss hole. That stays just like it is. It turns
me on. I’ve gotten used to you shoot’n your load on my dick while
I’m fuck’n you. It gives me that extra added little shot of
lubricant I need to finish ma’ job. The rest I’ll leave up to
you, Son. If you think better of it and decide not to, I’ll
understand. I won’t love you no less. You done got me broke
to yore’ saddle.” Jack assured him.
“That jes’ makes
me want to try it all the more, Sir.”
“There is a
God!” laughed Jack as he tickled Ernie and got him squirming around on
his dick. It felt so good he fucked him again, but this time he
didn’t insist Ernie get his.
* * * * * * *
Jesse agreed but
told Ernie he wouldn’t receive his new vagina until the end of their
bonding ceremony. Then Ernie and Jack could spend their honeymoon
test driving his new cunt.
“I hope he’ll
like it.” Ernie said.
“I’m sure he
will.” Jesse reassured Ernie, “He’ll be the only man in the universe to
receive a tailor-made sex organ especially designed to fit his own as a
bonding gift. You tell your husband I promise it will fit like
the finest glove.”
“Meaning no
disrespect, Sir, but I hope so. I’d shore’ hate to have to return
a bonding gift.” pondered Ernie. Utah laughed.
“I don’t think
you need to worry, Son.” Jesse smiled knowingly.
* * * * *
* *
The great day
arrived. Ernie, Jack and Warren planned for only a couple of
hundred folks; however, they were new to planning parties and they over
did on everything. It was a good thing. There was over a
thousand folks showed up for what some called the bonding of the
decade. Jack foot the bill for the whole thing. Jack and Ernie
asked Chief Tin Penny to officiate and conduct their ceremony.
The old Chief was humbled and honored. Jack and Ernie asked him,
his family and Little Bear to wear their ceremonial dress for the
day. Jack asked Warren to be his best man and the Goodnight
cowboys to stand up for him. Ernie asked Brick to give him away
to his new dad and husband and for Timmy to stand up for him as
well. Ernie made close friends with a number of the critters and
asked them to stand up for him. It was not your usual bonding
ceremony.
The Indians came
in full tribal regalia. They brought their drums and musical
instruments to offer prayers and ceremonial dances of goodness,
happiness and light for the day. Little Bear came in his new
tribal skins and feathers designed and made for him by his aunts,
grandmother and great grandmother. They were the feathers of a
prince of their tribe and he wore them with great pride. He
grandfather wept when he first saw him wearing them. He was the
most handsome of all the young men, and it didn’t go unnoticed and
commented on by everyone who attended. Angus Goodnight was blown
away by the transformation from the dirty, skinny kid who suffered
rickets so badly four years before he could barely walk, changed into a
tall, stalwart, fully defined body of a, strikingly handsome young
Indian brave. Angus wasn’t
going to let him perform the slave ritual with him in respect for his
costume and position as a prince of his tribe, but Little Bear begged
the big cowboy until Angus finally consented. After the ceremony
they shared a kiss that was noticed by all. The old Chief smiled
and winked at Waco. Waco shook his head and grinned.
“When’s yore’
sixteen birthday, Son?” Angus asked in a whisper as he held Little Bear
in his arms.
“This coming
summer, Master. Remember your promise to me?”
“Oh, hell,
yeah!
I remember it well. Forget the damn promise. It’s a date
the first chance we get after you men celebrate your birthday.
I’m looking forward to it, Son.”
“Not as much as
I am, Master.”
“Don’t bet the
ranch on it, buckaroo. You’re look’n pert-damn good to this dirty
old man.”
“Don’t say that,
Master! You ain’t dirty and you ain’t no old man. You look
younger today than you did four years ago. That shot done
wonders for you. Look what it’s done for my granddaddy?”
“My little
brother done
told me that, too. Tells me I got longer staying power and fuck
him better. I don’t notice it so much, but maybe you men are
right. Anyway, young one, I never wanted to keep a promise more
than I do today. You look so damn fine in your skins.
You’re right about the Chief. He’s a fine looking man. He’s
looking better ever’ day. I know he’s proud of you. He
can’t talk about nothing else.”
Everyone, from
the two singles communities, was invited and most came. Everyone
in Parson was invited. The Captain and crew of the Raven and
Archimedes were invited and they attended. Most of both Goodnight
ranches, including slaves were invited. Everyone from Hoot and
Cotton’s ranch were invited, especially the Stamper boys. They
were included in the Goodnight cowboys who were to stand up for Jack
Hall. They felt a great kinship with Jack and were grateful to
him for buying their dad and knowing he would be all right on his
brother’s ranch.
Of course most
of the regulars of the Grange were invited. There were still some
who weren’t privy to everything that was going on in and around the
ranches; however, they were few. The sheriff and most of his men
and their families were invited. The Mayor and a couple of the
liberal judges attended. The football coaches and their families
came, including Chet Baker, his wife and family.
Everyone from
the Steele ranch was invited; however, the Pentecostal preacher and his
congregation were not invited. Vivian Steele allowed it was just
as well, they wouldn’t understand anyway. The concept of a cowboy
bonding with a eunuch Holy Temple Guard from the court of the Holy
Prophet would be a bit beyond their tolerance levels. Besides,
Ernie was a refugee from Scudder’s oppressive regime and would be
arrested in a minute if word got back. As far as they were
concerned he was raptured to be seen no more by mortal eyes. In a
way they were right. The ‘longshot’ changed all that. For
all practical purposes, the folks of the Grange had become close to
immortal. There was no one invited who didn’t already know about
the thriving communities on board the spaceships.
Captain Trong
and Commander Fielding brought their children along and several of the
Captain’s lummox brothers who were being acclimated to living on
properties on the Archimedes like those on the Mighty Bee. They
were learning hygiene and the necessity to associate in public they
must be clean. There were seven of them; three couples, and one
unusually tall, huge lummox male who was shy and reserved, who went by
the name of Horse. He got the name because he could outrun a
horse, and he was bigger than one. He also happened to be a very
fine looking lummox male in his prime. He was quite young as
lummox go. Strom allowed he didn’t look a day over a hundred and
fifty.
Since it was in
the valley on the Buttercup the bio-mechanical men were not required to
dress and anyone who felt the least temptation was encouraged to follow
suit. There were any number of men women and children who chose
to spend the day au natural. It was important to Jack and Ernie
for their guest to be comfortable and enjoy the day; if that included
nudity, so be it. Everyone knew the rules before they accepted
their invitation. By that time, most of the Grange knew most
folks were pretty liberal. It seemed the more liberal and
accepting everyone became the more love, trust and understanding began
to thrive among them. They were fed up with the rabidly
aggressive and hostile fundamentalists within their community and began
to shun them. It was almost a concerted backlash against a
controlling, stifling society they lived in, similar to the hippy
movement in the sixties. Only this was different. There
were limits of acceptability, and they were adhered to. Freedom
of expression was encouraged; social anarchy was frowned upon.
Furthermore, they were only free to express themselves in the safety of
the Goodnight ranches or on board the ships.
* * * * * * *
Carol Baker and
her husband Chet spent most of the day with Lyle Chambers and his
husband Strom. Carol had done exactly as she promised Chet.
When Lyle got pregnant, she was the first by his side helping him
through his morning sickness and helping him through it all. Her
faithful attention and ministering to Lyle caused a great change in the
male only witnessing barrier of the primary birth of a new bairn.
Strom suggested it would be unforgivable to invite Chet to the birthing
and not Carol. It grew from there and Vivian Steele was invited
along with her husband and father-in-law. When Ida Mae found out
two women were to be included she hit the ceiling wanting to know why
she couldn’t attend. She wanted to witness a man giving birth to
a bairn since she heard about it. To keep the peace, Lazarus and
Charlie appealed to Lyle and Strom to kindly invite her. They
knew and loved Ida Mae by that time and readily agreed.
As it turned
out, the women were as deeply moved by it all as were the men.
They were in tears and couldn’t do enough for either Lyle or
Strom. When the tiny bairn appeared they were sure it was too
small and fragile to find its way to its second birth parent’s teat,
but Lazarus assured them it needed no assistance. When it got its
bearings, it raised its little head and acted like it was sniffing the
air. As soon as it got the scent of his father’s teat it went
into action like an Olympic swimmer and hand over hand it made a bee
line through his daddy’s fur to Strom’s big tit. They watched in
amusement as his little belly ballooned up from sucking and drinking
the rich milk from his daddy’s teat. When he had enough, he made
another quick trip to Strom’s pouch and disappeared.
* * * * * * *
The groundwork
for the new two hundred room hotel in the next valley over from the
Lazy B ranch was just about complete. Blake Tindell and his
assistants, the two oldest Stamper boys, formed a workforce of
cowboy-slaves who had some building experience and were eager to get
away from cowboying for a while. The bonding ceremony served more
than one purpose. It also was a chance for the members of the
Grange to see the ranch and get to inspect the progress of the new
hotel. Any number of folks took the trip over the
mountain. They hiked or went on horseback. Waco’s big Shire
ponies were in good health and were spending the spring grazing in the
pasture. They were happy to pull a big hay wagon up the road and
over the hill to the new building site.
You can’t keep
secrets in a close-knit society. It was common knowledge Ernie
was a eunuch. He never felt any shame about his body and thought
nothing of being nude with the rest of the men or folks when they went
to Mars. Likewise, before the ceremony there were very few who
didn’t know about Jesse’s gift to Ernie and Jack Hall. Everyone
was pleased for them if that’s what they wanted and weirdly enough to
most, it made sense. The women were particularly fascinated about how
it might be and made Ernie promise he’d let them have a private
viewing. Ernie was shy by nature and was adamant about his
privacy until Jack talked with him. Jack told him it would go a
long way toward good public relations and greater acceptance for those
who had unusual relationships. It wouldn’t be just for him, but
for folks like Lyle and Strom and any number of the same sex
communities who were looking forward to getting married or to engage in
bonding ceremonies like him and Ernie. That’s all it took to
change Ernie’s mind. Whatever Jack wanted, Ernie would do without
question. He agreed, immediately after the ceremony he would go
off with the ladies and show them his new equipment. His only
condition was an age limit. No woman under the age of eighteen
would be allowed. They agreed.
Carol Baker,
Vivian Steele, Mary Gibbons, Elsie Jessup, Ida Mae Wallace, Angus’ wife
Jean Goodnight, Lee Ann Olsen, Hattie Bloom, Coach Davis’ wife, Sheriff
Lassiter’s wife, the Steele boy’s wives, Twilla Kodaly and several
other of the Grange women all wanted to be a part of Ernie’s
viewing. They couldn’t talk about anything else. It was
just all
too wonderful. They were all a’ twitter. They were looking
forward to it. They just couldn’t imagine such a big hunk of a
man with the muscle mass of Ernie having a vagina. They were very
solicitous and encouraging all morning; almost bordering on
smothering. Ernie would look at Jack, roll his eyes and
grimace. Jack laughed at his discomfort over their attentions and
told him they were only trying to be supportive and
understanding. He admonished Ernie not to be rejecting, and
reminded him he might need their sage advice in the future. Ernie
hadn’t thought about that, but it made sense to him, so he relaxed and
welcomed their attentions.
The ceremony was
more well thought out than most folks considered. Jack and Ernie
decided it was foolish to make empty promises to love, honor and obey
until death do us part. A new paradigm for bonding had to be
found because of one major factor— the longshot. They had to take
into consideration people would live far longer than the average
sixty-five to eighty years. When people had only fifty years or
so together, it was a different proposition than looking at the
possibility of a couple of thousand years. To promise to love and
remain together that long might have unforeseen difficulties; however,
few modern Crypto-christianists ever made it the full lifetime they
originally pledged to stay together. Divorce or separation in
their ranks was fifty percent or better. Certainly not a great
track record, but instead of working to clean up their act they
insisted it was the ‘gays’ who threatened the sanctity of marriage,
because they insisted on equal rights.
In discussions
with Warren and several others, Jack and Ernie decided it should start
with them. They talked many hours about what their relationship
meant to them and the possibilities for the future. Their goals
were united in wanting to become a family; however, how far that went
and for how long became an open-ended thing. They talked about
the idea of setting goals within their bonding ceremony and then
discarded them. They finally decided to state their purpose
without goals; however, if, in the future, they decided to renew their
bond, they would do so as a mutual need.
Jack and Ernie
talked with Chief Tin Penny for hours about it. They were a
little discouraged the old man didn’t take notes of any kind and they
wondered among themselves how he could remember to cover the points
they discussed. Warren told them not to worry. The Chief
was exactly the man for the job. His people had thousands of
years of oral history to draw upon and he would remember ever major
point Ernie and Jack held dear. Several other men reassured them
they would not be disappointed. They insisted they made the right
choice.
The ceremony
began with Ernie and Jack standing in front of Chief Tin Penny in his
ceremonial headdress flanked by his two sons in their tribal costumes
as elders of the tribe. Little Bear was standing next to his
Uncle Doug. Jack and Ernie were dressed in their traditional
Western cowboy clothes. They weren’t about to don suits and ties
to bond a relationship that was not known or marked by fancy
dress. They decided that was fine for those who wished that for
themselves, but it wasn’t for them.
“Members of the
Grange, friends and beloved critters, all who are gathered here in our
presence who can hear my voice, we have come together to join these two
men William Jackson Hall and Ernest Claude Shields as
family. It is no secret this bonding might be thought of as
unusual, but to those of us who have come to know them, it doesn’t seem
unusual anymore. Who among us has the right or authority to deny
anyone their need to become family if they are sincere and we are
convinced of their love for one another.” The Chief raised his
arm, spread his hand, and moved it from one side of the audience to the
other in a slow sweeping gesture to encompass everyone.
“So, it is with
the most honest of intentions I hereby ask this question of you all: Is
there anyone among you, no matter your specie, who is not convinced of
the love these men have for each other or know of any reason
whatsoever, why they should not be bound together in bond, one to the
other, as family? Come forward, speak now, or forever hold your
peace!” Chief Tin Penny said in a loud demanding voice. Then he
waited in silence. Everyone looked around, but no one saw anyone
respond, and they all laughed.
“No one?” he
asked rather rhetorically then smiled. He lowered his arm.
“Good! Then it is agreed that these two men should be bound
together as family. Jack if you will give me your right hand.”
Jack stuck out
his right hand and the Chief extracted a large knife from a scabbard on
his hip and quickly made a couple of nicks on Jack’s wrist,— just
enough to draw blood.
“Ernie,— your
right hand, please.” Ernie gave the Chief his right hand, and he
did the same to Ernie’s wrist. The Chief clasped their hands
together around their forearms so their blood would commingle.
Douglas Tin Penny stepped forward and wrapped their two arms together
in a beautiful ceremonial cloth so their blood would stain it together.
“Jack Hall do
you take this man Ernie Shields to be your lawful son; to love him as
your own child; to give him your name and to rename him according to
your wishes; to accept him as your family; provide for him and protect
him against all manner of evil?”
“I will.”
answered Jack smiling at Ernie.
“Ernie Shields,
will you accept this man and acknowledge him to be your lawful father;
to love, honor and obey him as would be expected of any good son; to
accept and honor his family name as your own and to accept new given
names for yourself according to his wishes; to be ever vigil, work
hard to please him and make him proud of you as his son?”
“I will, with
all my heart, Sir.”
“Then from this
moment on you will no longer be known as Ernest Claude Shields; you
will now be known as Warren Buckley Hall.” Ernie left his names up to
Jack. He wanted Jack to chose new names for him. He wanted
to have no discussion about what Jack might name him. He told
Jack he trusted him to give him the right names. He was thrilled
with the names Jack chose for him. Ernie almost laughed when he
heard Warren Steele slap his knee and exclaim, “Son of a bitch!”
followed by laughter. There was a few gasps from the audience and
then some approval applause. The Chief continued. “Your new
first name needs no explanation. Your second name is the name of
your dad’s close buddy who died in Vietnam.” Now the
audience went crazy applauding. They approved. They were in
agreement it was a wonderful sentiment.
“I’m honored and
will wear my new names with pride, Sir.” Warren Buckley Hall
confirmed.
“Will you
gentlemen please kneel?” The Chief asked. Jack and his new
son Buck knelt facing each other. They removed their cowboy hats
and handed them to their standing-men to either side. The Chief
placed his hand on each of their heads.
“Let us
pray.” he spoke to the audience, “Great Spirit and loving father
of us all, Spirits of the Ancients, and all Voices of the Winds of
Consciousness, we appeal to you today to grace the hearts and minds of
these two men with love, honor and strength to grow together as
family. We pray you bring them great love and peace of mind
together. Let their paths in life be free of obstacles and what
troubles come their way be small. Make your light to shine upon
them and bless them as you bless us all. Amen.” The Chief
paused
for a moment then added, “Jack and Buckley, what your fellow men have
joined together this day in the sight of the Ancients and the Great
Spirit let no man dare to break asunder without fear of eternal
damnation of his spirit. This ends our ceremony. Father,
you may kiss your son. Son, you may kiss your father.”
A lot of money
changed hands in that moment. Many wagered the old, straight
cowboy Jack Hall would never be seen kissing another man in
public. They lost. Jack planted one on Buck that left the
women swooning. It was at that very moment of their embrace a
great light settled upon the two men and everyone knew Jesse Watkins
was bestowing his gift upon Jack’s new son. They broke off their
kiss and stood. Douglas withdrew the blood soaked cloth to
present to them later, but their arms were completely healed.
They looked at them and smiled then turned to the audience to raise
their wrist to show them. Everyone marveled and applauded to see
their arms healed. Jack grabbed Buck and kissed him again.
Everyone laughed.
Jack and Buck
turned and thanked Chief Tin Penny and his sons. They hugged them
and thanked them profusely. Then the folks came forward with
their congratulations and offers of love. Every critter had to
have several hugs and kisses. One just wasn’t enough for
them. After all, Jack and his mate were their surrogate
parents. They had a right to be happier than most. Now they
had to get used to thinking about Ernie as Buck. They already
discussed it. They could do that. Jesse and Utah came
forward to congratulate them and told Jack to be gentle with his new
toy the first time because Buck was very much a virgin.
“Great!”
exclaimed Jack, “It’ll be a first for both of us. Ain’t never had
me one a’ them.” he laughed and slapped Jesse on his back. Utah
laughed.
Before the
reception was over, with Jack’s approval, the ladies whisked Ernie—
Buck, they reminded each other— off to the ranch house were about
thirty women gathered. Buck decided since it was what his
dad wanted he would just hurry up and get it over with. He sat
down, removed his boots, stood and slowly removed all his
clothing. The women who hadn’t seen him without clothes were in
awe of his physical development, but when Buck shoved his pants down he
was turned away from them. He slowly stood and turned around to
face them. You could’ve heard a mouse fart,— in fact someone
did. Everyone laughed at the fart but not Buck’s new plumbing.
“Magnificent!”
said Vivian Steele.
“Unbelievable!”
added Mary Gibbons.
“Quite nice.”
allowed Elsie Jessup.
“You should be
proud, Buck.” stated Lee Ann Olsen.
“Well, if that
don’t make that old cowboy wanna’ do the Cotton-eyed Joe, nothing
will!” exclaimed Ida Mae Wallace. Then she roared with
laughter. Everyone broke up. Buck even thought that was
funny, and he giggled like a school girl. That even made the
women
laugh harder. “How does it feel, Son?” Ida inquired.
“Strange.
It feels good but like there’s something missing; but, h’it ain’t like
I’m missing my male organs. It’s a different kind of missing
feeling.”
“Oh, you’ll find
out what you’re missing soon enough.” laughed Vivian raucously.
“Yeah, that old
cowboy may not be good for much, but I hear tell he’s awful damn good
at providing that missing part for you.” laughed Ida Mae. “I know my
old man shore’ ‘nuff is.” she roared with laughter.
“You hear’d
right, Ms. Ida, my dad’s awful damn good at that.” shot back Buck to
the women’s amusement. It broke the ice and they wanted to know
all about what Jesse told him. When he told them he was a virgin
their attitude changed to protectiveness and empathy. They told
him what to expect, how it might feel for him and what to do.
They kept him away from his mate and the crowd for a good two hours
telling him about the care and feeding of his new pet beaver.
They really just wanted to see and ogle Buck’s perfect male body, but
to see a man with a cunt between his legs was the delight of their
day,— no, month,— make that year and decade, allowed Twilla
Kodaly. Before they decided they detained him long enough, each
woman had to embrace him and give him a big kiss as if they were
welcoming him into their sorority. Far from feeling disdain for
their acceptance, Buck felt humbled and grateful. Once again,
Jack Hall was right. He had to admit he learned a lot from them
and knew he could go to any of them if he had a problem he didn’t want
to discuss with his husband. His husband? Suddenly, the
term seemed even more apropos.
It was a
wonderful afternoon. The cowboys got up an impromptu football
game and everyone had a great time. The androids and ladies
brought out a huge cake which had figures of two cowboys on horseback
with lassos chasing a big steer about to rope him. It made a big
impression and Jack and Buck served all their guest cake and ice
cream. The critters went nuts until they got theirs. Even
Ranger and his folks got some. They were all sitting around
talking and Ida Mae asked if they thought about expanding their
family. Buck looked at his new husband and nodded for him to
answer for them.
“We’ve talked
about it. Jesse was kind enough to offer Buck the full package if
we decided we wanted to have kids, but that ain’t why I fell in love
with Buck. Meaning no disrespect ladies, but I didn’t fall in
love with no woman. Much to my surprise, I fell in love with a
man without male plumbing who I wanted to make my son. I want
Buck to be my family. I have that now and more. There is
such a thing as too much of a good thing. We have other options
open to us. We’ve discussed taking on a third mate if we run
across a lummox male who would be willing to become part of our family
or we know of any number of male lummox who would be willing to be
second birth father should Buck decided he wants to have my kids or
even a lummox bairn. I could go for that. I wouldn’t mind
having a little Kuluke, T’kan, T’sgan, or Storm running around. I
ain’t trying to be sexist neither. We’d just as readily accept
and love a little female bairn.” Jack was holding the little female
bairn ‘Kreena’ of Captain Trong and Commander Fielding and stole a kiss
from her. She giggled. “As low as their population is, we
would be
doing something for the good of the universe. We’ve also talked
about adopting several of the Evanescent children. We’ve already
made plans to adopt a couple of young Kentaurans. Since our
family is unusual, we thought why not continue with the trend.
The more diverse family we have the better. So you see, we have
all
sorts of options for family.”
Ida Mae and the
other women seemed happy with his answer. It was also a
politically
correct answer for Lyle and Strom, Waco and Ox, and the
Trong-Fieldings. The women never thought they’d get an answer
that wide-ranging from a cowboy like Jack Hall. They couldn’t
know how Jack’s death and resurrection into the Grange profoundly
changed him. He only talked with Warren and his new son about
it. Only they knew the depths of his rebirth. Jack stated
many times, “If only evangelical crypto-christianists could know the
real meaning of the term born again.”
* * * * * * *
Toward the end
of the evening Lazarus stood and asked for everyone’s attention.
“I would like to
thank Jack and Buck for letting me say a few words. I’d like to
thank them for a wonderful day.” everyone applauded. “What
I’m about to say has nothing to do with the bonding ceremony
today. My words are for everyone and every critter present.
I hate to tell you this, but I think you all realize we’re heading into
some troubling times. We have spies in the Holy City and
throughout the pseudo-christianist population and what we’re hearing
ain’t good. Things are getting worse.
The Grays have
been known to the government since 1947 and they had communication with
them through the 1960's; however, around the late sixties there was a
falling out and all communication ceased. As our scientific
knowledge grew, our scientists were able to understand and back
engineer
their technology, and they became less of a threat to our government,
but they never shared what they knew with the public. As time
went on, around the turn of the century, because of our government's
technological advances we became more of threat to the Grays. The
government was able to offer some resistance to them. As you
know, we’ve been able to almost completely stop them from stealing our
cattle. That’s because we have much better technology than they
do. I’m not trying to brag when I tell you ours is even better
than their masters, the Reptilians.
The Grays are no
longer being effective with either us or our government. Also,
because of Jesse and Utah’s intervention between Scudder and Brick
Armstrong the Holy Prophet unwittingly gained some powers he wouldn’t
ordinarily have. The government has a chip, they’ve had for a
while that keeps tabs on a person's whereabouts at all times, but now
it
can go one step further. It can actually tell a person what to
believe and what not to believe. It’s a very subtle form of mind
control. This isn’t a bad thing for us, but it is for all the
folks who will have to receive it. It will make them unwitting
slaves to Jeremiah Scudder and his criminals in power.
This had to come
about, because soon the Reptilians will make themselves known to our
government and start demanding people be offered to them on a monthly
basis for their use. I don’t think I need to elaborate about what
these folks will be used for.” Lazarus paused. There was a lot of
murmuring went through the crowd. “I don’t want to scare you
folks, but that’s just the way things will be. Soon, I will know
a little more I can share with you, but for right now, keep your eyes
and ears open. The least thing you hear from the right-wing, see
on the net or hear on your TV, if you think it might be important,
please report it to the head of the Grange immediately. He will
clear it and get back to you.
I don’t want to
spoil such a happy occasion and beautiful day filled with such love
and good times. I will set a date, we can all gather and I’ll be
able
to tell you more at that time. Please leave your young ones at
home. Whatever I have to tell you probably should only be heard
by those eighteen and older. I’ll leave that judgement up to you;
however, what I might have to tell you could be frightening to the
younger folks. Thank you for listening and have a great
day.” Everyone stood and cheered for Admiral Long.
It was late
evening before folks started to leave. Ms. Myra could keep the
artificial sunlight on for extended periods once in a while, but it
wasn’t good to do it often due to the life cycle of plants; however,
she consented to extend the light for a couple of extra hours. No
one wanted to leave. Everyone was having a good time. Jack
commented to Warren if they didn’t start to leave soon, he and Buck
were going to disappear and they could fend for themselves.
Warren laughed but assured him the folks would be leaving soon.
Sure enough they did leave, but not before more hugs, kisses, tears,
congratulations, best wishes, and promises to keep in touch.
“You be gentle
with him, cowboy!” Vivian Steele admonished him, and she was serious.
“For God’s sake,
man, be gentle with him!” Sonny Steele mocked his wife and roared with
laughter. Jack laughed with him. Buck thought that was
pretty funny, too.
“If’n you don’t
want a bunch of hens peck’n yore’ eyes out, you’ll do well to heed
Vivian’s suggestion, cowboy!” Ida Mae gigged him. Hank was
standing behind her and rolled his eyes. Jack thanked her and
assured her he would be gentle.
Lazarus, Arlen
and Charlie were last to leave and wished them well. Then they
followed the rest through the portal, and the three of them were left
alone. Warren was staying in his apartment with several of the
critters. Warren didn’t say anything, but he had one more very
large, handsome critter waiting for him in the loft of Jack’s
barn. After wishing them well with hugs and kisses, Warren left
for his set of rooms. Jack and Buck did a few things, then
decided to call it a night.
“Did you
remember seeing that huge, good looking lummox with the strange blue
eyes leave with Captain Trong, Commander Fielding and their family?”
“No, Sir.
I didn’t. You think,— ?”
“He’s down to
the barn?” Jack grinned. “Always remember, Son, it pays to slip a
friendly critter an extra piece of cake. They’ll tell you
everything.” They shared a laugh.
“You think we
should check it out, Dad?”
“Naw, let ‘em
have their secret.” he winked at Buck and they shared a laugh. “Who are
we to stand in the way of a new romance? If only we could be
flies on the wall.”
“Don’t need to
be, Dad. Ms. Myra will record everything for us.”
“Shit! I
keep forgit’n about them damn robo-cams. You’re right,
Son.” Jack laughed.
They started
walking toward the ranch house.
“Like your new
names I give you?”
“I shore’
do. Don’t miss being called ‘Ernie’ a bit. I don’t feel
like a muppet no more. I like it I’m named after a man we both
love and a man you loved enough in Vietnam to name me after.
‘Buck’ is a real cowboy’s name. It’s a name I’ll be honored to
answer to, Dad.”
“I’m glad.
That makes me feel good. You was with them women for a long
time. Did they give you some good tips?”
“They were
really nice. You were right, I learned a lot from them. I
never knew much about that sort of thing. I feel like I can go to
them if I have something I need to talk about. Something you
might not know about.”
“Son, that’s
just about everything connected with that area. I’m like most
men. I don’t know shit about women’s plumbing. I’m glad you
made yore’self some friends today, and the way they warned me, I have
no doubt they care about you.” Jack laughed. “Now, tell me, how is it?”
“It’s weird,
Dad. I told Ms. Ida it felt like I’s missing something, but it
weren’t like I’s missing my manhood. They all told me you would
provide the missing part for me.” Buck laughed.
“I’ll do my
best, Son.” Jack said.
“You always do,
Dad.” Buck allowed.
* * * * * * *
Jack made sure
when the plans were being drawn up for the new ranch house in the
redwood valley he and Buck would have a pool and a spa. Jack had
the finest one he could find installed, and it worked great. He
and Buck loved to relax in it and entertain guest. He even had
one installed for Warren on the private patio off his master bedroom in
case he wanted to entertain someone. Jack could only hope he
wouldn’t try it with his lummox friend. The pump and filters
wouldn’t stand up under the fine hair they shed.
Jack waited for
Buck to return from the bathroom. He undressed in front of Jack
and show him his new plumbing. Jack was impressed. He was
also impressed it was hairless. Jack double checked to make sure
Buck’s piss hole wasn’t moved.
“That was my
idea for it to be hairless like that.” he told Buck.
“Sometimes I like to chow down before I fuck, but I don’t like hair
pie.” he laughed.
“I wondered
about that, but I like it bald.” Buck said.
He went off to
the shower to clean himself in case his partner might like other
things. He returned after a while and found Jack in the spa with
an old wooden bucket filled with ice. In it was a bottle of a
moderately priced Champagne. Buck eased himself into the hot,
bubbling water. Jack took the bottle, wrapped it in a towel and
popped the cork. He poured two glasses and handed one to Buck.
“I ain’t never
tasted Champagne before, Sir.” said Buck.
“Neither have I,
so it will be a new experience for both of us. If we hate it we
don’t have to drink it.” Jack reassured him.
The clinked
glasses and Jack made a toast. “Here’s to a big leap of faith
between us, Son. Here’s to many years of enjoying life together,
and here’s to Master Jesse and Utah for their kind and thoughtful
bonding gift.” They clinked glasses and tasted the
Champagne. They both made a face and Jack tossed the rest of his
over his shoulder onto the tiled deck. Buck followed suit and
they laughed together. Jack reached into the bucket and pulled
out two frosty long-necked Lone Star beers.
“Cowboy
Champagne.” grinned Jack as he held the labels for Buck to see.
Buck smiled and nodded. They sat close together in the warm water
as they clinked bottles.
“Here’s to us
cowboys.” Jack grinned.
“To us cowboys.”
agreed Buck.
* * * * * * *
The hot water
and a couple of beers relaxed the men and made them become
amorous. Jack held Buck in his arms and made love to him while
feeling his new cunt with his fingers. He noticed it was really
small and tight. He was about to drive Buck crazy playing around
with his new plumbing.
“Have you felt
around down there?” Jack asked.
“A little while
I was in the shower. When I directed the handheld spray in there
I thought I was going to reach a climax. It’s very sensitive.”
“Does it feel
different than me playing with your ass?” Jack asked naively.
“They both feel
good, but my new plumbing is much more sensitive, Dad.”
“Hum, as tight
as you are, I think we’ll need some lubricant. You ready to take
it for a test drive, Son?”
“I couldn’t be
more ready. I been on fire since talking with them women this
afternoon. Several of them weren’t just satisfied to look, they
wanted to touch it and feel it.”
“. . . and you
let them?” Jack asked sort of incredulous.
“I thought
that’s what you wanted, Dad. Sure I let them. They were
curious. They didn’t hurt me none. They told me I was as
tight as a young girl, and make sure you lubricate yore’self before
penetration.”
“Makes me wonder
how much was curiosity and how much was them old broads getting their
jollies.” Jack laughed.
Jack and Buck
moved to their bed. Jack took a tube of lubricant and applied it
generously to his big cowboy dick. He didn’t need further
foreplay. He was solid as a rock. Buck was lying on his
side facing Jack. Jack positioned his cock at the entrance of
Buck promising new vagina. He remember Vivian and Ida Mae’s
admonishments to be gently with his mate’s virgin hole and began
a gentle rocking motion. He had ample lubricant on his penis and
soon felt the tightness as he slipped inside, but he didn’t go all the
way.
Jesse wasn’t
kidding. His mate was a virgin and the hymen made him very tight,
indeed. Jack made a decision. He knew it wasn’t
necessary to be rough to create a greater opening to accommodate his
size. He knew enough from conversations with the many women he’d
been with there didn’t necessarily have to be tearing and
bleeding. He was going to opt for a less aggressive position with
Buck and try to keep his hymen in tact. It would only mean a
tighter more comfortable fuck for the both of them. Being the
considerate lover Jack liked to imagine himself, he worked slowly and
methodically to get all of himself into his cowboy mate.
Buck was going
crazy with desire, but Jack kept talking softly to him telling him to
leave the fucking to him. He would take good care of Buck’s new
pussy and treat it right. It took Jack the better part of an hour
to slowly but surely work all of his big cowboy dick into
Buck. Once he was sure he couldn’t get any more of himself
inside, Jack rested and began to make love to Buck.
“Sweet Jesus,
Son. It is, without a doubt, the finest pussy I ever had my old
dick inside.” Jack moved himself around inside just a little to
emphasize his comfort and the strength of his erection. “How does
it feel to you, cowboy?”
“Like I found
the missing link, Sir. Them ladies was right. You’re the
part I was missing. Ain’t never felt nothing what feels so good,
Dad. I was worried you was gonna’ hurt me some, but you took your
time and had me begging for you to take me. I’m ready for you to
fuck me really good, Sir.”
“I think we’re
both just about ready for that.” Jack said as he started sucking
on one of Buck’s huge male tits.
“Damn, that
turns me on, Dad. Do you miss women’s tits?”
“Naw, not
really. I never really like them big floppy jugs. They just
got in my way. The majority of women I ever found attractive and
went with had small, perky little breast. You got bigger tits
than most women I ever been with. I love yore’ tits.”
“I love you
suck’n on ‘em, Dad. Can you fuck me a little while you do that?”
“Like
this?” Jack slowly began his undulating motion with his hips and
moving his fully engorged penis out and back into Buck’s hole.
“Ooooh, yes,
Sir. Ohhhh, that’s so damn good.” moaned Buck and pushed
his hips back to Jack’s thrusts.
“I’m gonna’ roll
over on top of you, Son. H’it’s time for your dad to go to work
and do us some real fucking. You ready for that?”
“Do it,
Dad! I been ready. I was ready a while ago. My body
is on fire.”
Jack proceeded
to do what he did best,— fuck. When he was satisfied he stretched
Buck’s new hymen enough it would respond to this big dick without
tearing, he took advantage of the physical feast the young cowboy was
offering him. Jesse was right. Buck’s new sexual organ was
designed for only one purpose, to fit Jack Hall’s penis. It was
like a fine glove wrapped around his male organ and felt like it was
being massaged by a thousand tiny fingers. It seemed like the
more he fucked the tighter and better Buck’s hole felt.
Jack could only
judge from the response from his partner Buck was enjoying his fuck as
much as he was. It was one of the few times Jack Hall ever felt
completely in sync with a partner regardless of how you wanted to look
upon his newly adopted son. Was he male or female? He
certainly had the major qualities of both with few drawbacks.
Women had always played him like a cat and mouse no matter how hard he
tried to please them. They were completely with him one minute
then totally withdrawn the next.
You could fuck
them ‘til their brains began to ooze out their ears, and after you
completed the job of satisfying both, they suddenly chose to reside on
another planet. They became sullen, withdrawn and distant.
Not so with Buck! Buck stayed with his new dad the whole time and
was warm and complementary afterward. He clung to Jack like the
only time he was completely fulfilled was when he was conjoined
with Jack’s penis. Dare Jack think upon Buck as his,— his
possession,— his for the taking? If not, why had he gone through
a
bonding ceremony with him? Of course Buck was his. He now
carried his name and two given names he gave him. When that
realization clicked in his brain, Jack shifted gears and
began to fuck Buck like he never had before front or back. Buck
felt it and responded in kind. It was like he was reborn beneath
the cowboy who was riding him and giving him such pleasure. All
he could think about was, ‘Please, God, let him love this new
sensation as much as I am. I don’t think I can return this
gift. I don’t want to return this gift.’
Buck knew his
partner and could tell when Jack was building to climax, but this time
was different. Jack was sucking on his tit like he was hoping it
would reveal the secrets of the universe to him. Buck arched his
back and as unsure of himself as he was when Jack first started fucking
him, he suddenly found the urge to meet his partner’s thrust with equal
passion. He would not allow Jack to consider him a lazy
lover. It was too much for Jack Hall. All this and heaven,
too. He lost himself in the moment and his soul drifted free as
he was carried to the pearly gates only to feel his penis begin to
explode inside his mate.
“Oh, God,
Son! Take all of me! Take your dad, boy! Put that
little cunt up there for your old man to fuck! Arrrrrg! Oh,
shit! Fuck!” he raged on and on. Buck stayed with him
the whole time. He never once backed off, until Jack breathed a
deep sigh and collapsed on top off him, spittle drooling uncontrollably
from his mouth onto Buck’s massive chest. The surest sign of a
man’s completeness from the sex act is loss of control of his salivary
glands. They lay
together with Jack’s drool running down from Buck’s tanned chest.
He was so out of it, he didn’t even notice. Buck wasn’t about to
spoil the moment and allowed it to happen, like the last chord of a
great musical composition sounding completion. Jack’s breathing
slowed, then slowed some more. Buck began to massage his
mate’s neck and back. He wasn’t interested in parting. Jack
felt too good inside him. He ran his hands over Jack’s head and
down his back. He cupped his ass in his hands and adjusted his
position to get a bit more inside him.
Then he heard
it. Jack began to snore. He was so completely fulfilled and
comfortable, he fell asleep. Buck wondered how many women would
consider that the worst thing a man could do? He heard many
complain about their husbands getting the rocks off, then rolling over
and going to sleep. Buck didn’t feel that way. It was a
great compliment to him, his husband felt satisfied and comfortable
enough with him to drift off. Could he think of Jack as his
husband? Why not? The old cowboy met all the
qualifications for being his dad as well as a husband. He was
comfortable with either.
Buck lay beneath
Jack for sometime until he, too, began to drift off to sleep. He
locked his arms around Jack and rolled him to his side making sure Jack
didn’t slip out of him. Jack never moved. He just sighed
again and took another stroke into Buck’s cunt. Buck reached
behind him and pulled him all the way into him to keep him warm and
pulled the covers over them. They slept the whole night
conjoined. Jack woke up before the dawn feeling himself grow
strong inside Buck. He couldn’t
believe he slept all night inside his son. It was a first for
Jack. He didn’t even remember falling asleep. ‘What kind of
lover was he that fucked his mate he loved and fell asleep? What
must Buck think of him?’ he chastised himself. Buck woke up and
felt him inside him. He stole a kiss from Jack.
“Should we take
our new pussy back and asked for a toaster, Dad?” Buck asked
quietly.
“I think we
should try it a few more times, Son, don’t you?”
“I won’t gainsay
that. How many times, Dad?” Buck grinned.
“Oh, I don’t
know. Somewhere between fifty and a hunner’t, I’d say.”
“We couldn’t
take if back then. It’ud be used.”
“Well, then I
guess we better talk about keeping it.”
“I was hope’n
you might.”
“Is it what you
want, Son?”
“Do you wanna’
keep it, Dad?”
“After last
night? What do you think? I’m jes’ sorry I fell asleep on
you.”
“Why? I
loved it, and I loved the way you fucked me. You can fall asleep
every damn time if you fuck me that good. I got me a feeling my
asshole’s gonna’ grow shut.”
“Don’t bet the
ranch on it, cowboy. You broke me to yore’ rear saddle
first. Just keep it clean and well greased.”
“Always, Dad.”
Buck smiled.
“You think we
should try it again this morning?”
“I was a’ hope’n
you might. You feel like you’re ready.”
“Since I had me
that longshot, I’m always ready.” Jack assured him.
Jack began to
fuck Buck again. He rolled over on top of him and began to take
what he needed. This time Jack was more controlled and not so
frenetic as the night before. He took it slow and gentle like he
was enjoying each and every stroke. Buck soon became overwhelmed
and tears started to form in his eyes. Jack noticed.
“Am I hurting
you, Son?” he asked concerned.
“No, no!
It’s just so good, Sir, and you’re fucking me like it’s really
important to you how it feels for me. You’re fucking me like you
love me. I know cowboy’s ain’t suppose to cry, but I ain’t never
had nobody show me much caring in my life. This is all new to me,
and I guess I jes’ want you to know, I love you, Dad.”
“Of course I
love you. Don’t never doubt it. Git used to it,
pilgrim. I’m a cowboy what loves to fuck, but not all of it has
to be with the strength and passion of last night; although, you know I
do enjoy a good hard ride in the saddle. I also like long slow
fucks that are lazy and ain’t in a hurry to git nowheres. Them’s
the best kind of fucks for me. I do care about you, Buck. I
know this may be confusing to you, but I don’t think on you as a
woman. I still think on you as a man; ma’ buddy; ma’ son,— who
just happens to have a cunt. As far as I’m concerned, I got the
best of all possible worlds, and I’m just selfish enough to think on
you as mine,— all mine.” Jack said like Buck was the most
wonderful thing in the world to happen to him.
“It is all
yours, Dad, for as long as you want it.” Buck confirmed.
They fucked and
tried new things with each other until the sun rose. Then they
had to get up, shower and take care of the critters. They woke
Warren and his new lummox friend in the loft of the barn when they went
out to feed. Warren was all red faced and full of excuses.
Jack and Buck just laughed at him. Horse became a regular at the
Lazy B. He and Warren slowly became inseparable. No one
ever questioned their relationship,— least of all his son, Sonny.
Vivian fell in love with the huge lummox and the adoration he formed
for her father-in-law. It wasn’t a year before Warren was
pregnant.
End Of Chapter
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