Date: Thu, 10 May 2018 11:39:07 -0500 From: MC VT Subject: The Battoir Chapter 10 The Battoir - Part 10 ©2017 MCVT August 17, 2017 mcvt2017@gmail.com *** The next week, Mom and Dad went to Mr. Reggy's house and picked up the new truck. It was blue and had a green plastic decal on both doors in the shape of our state, with a long, slender blue feather with the white silhouette of a goat! "Bluefeather Organic Dairy." It had a long bed and a special cover on the bed and a rack for carrying insulated milk containers. "What's this?" I asked Dad. "Where'd this truck come from?" "Mr. Reggy got us a good deal, and we're going to haul all the organic goat milk in the county to the processor twice a day. Another cash stream." Dad had already gotten the contracts with several other dairies. Mom would drive in the mornings while Rod and I worked the farm, and Dad would finish working at Mr. Grubb's place and drive the evening run. Dad usually talked to me about his plans. Something changed and I couldn't exactly pinpoint it. It was as if everything was getting bigger and out of my control, and I tried to stay calm, but I worried - especially about Dad and me. God, I loved him, and I felt like he was stepping out of my life. I still needed his love - a man's love. My love for Dad was the center of my life. *** When my birthday was only two weeks away, and Dad told me he was going to get me a surprise, but he wouldn't tell me. I'd asked for a trailer to haul goats instead of putting them in a crate in the back of the truck. They needed to go to the vet, and get our certifications of health. But Mr. Grubb came with a trailer for me! It was a "refurbished" kind of trailer he'd bought at an auction, but he said it was the right height for easy loading and it had a cover on the top! It was low and had a little tailgate to use as a ramp! I was glad he did that - those trailers are expensive; never thought I'd have one. It had new tires, and he had carefully repainted it blue! I almost hugged him, but held back and thanked him several times. The day of my birthday came and Mom left with Junie on the milk run after Rod and I got the goats taken care of, then started mixing the herbal bug spray for the garden. Concentration and volume equations were a snap! Why did people make a big deal about math? My day went well, and Rod kept telling me there was a big secret for dinner. "No barbeque!" He joked with me. Rod was doing so well, and he was so happy - especially when he had his video camera in hand. *** Rod was taller and let his hair grow out, now he kept it tied back in a ponytail near his neck. His hair was straight, like Mom's and he looked like he came from the reservation. I almost expected to see him in a loincloth, riding bareback on a pinto pony. He had a beautiful body - his shoulders were getting wider almost everyday, stretching his tee shirts across his chest. He was tanned and lean, his skin was smooth all over his body, his muscles didn't show like mine, but he was strong and beginning to look more like a man, with light brown eyes with gold-colored flecks. He was still a boy in some ways. I had hair around my penis and under my arms, but his voice was changing fast. Rod had a sizeable toolbox as well - Dad was right about that. Rod moved as if he had business to finish because he was always online with his classes and making videos; Dad kept him busy with plenty of farm work. It seemed like work and making videos were healing his upsetness. He was a changed brother. Healthy, brave and he laughed at things instead of getting anxious. I didn't know, but he and Mom had been sending his short films out all over the internet. People around the world watched his videos about our farm and wrote him notes! There seemed to be a lot of women writing him - some were gorgeous. He made me take pictures of him to send to them! He had courage to write them, I didn't want to try it - I had a lot of work to do. Besides, Dad said some of the women were really men, and some of the women were really men. I didn't need that confusion! Some of the real women sent pictures to Rod without their pink panties or any panties at all! *** For my birthday dinner, we had honey cakes and goat milk ice cream. Junie sang a song about goats she'd written especially for me - she even made hand gestures and a little dance. Rod had a scrapbook on the computer for me - photos of me with my goats and a lot of me working in the garden and driving the truck. Cool. He told me I might need them if I was going to college, they showed my experience kind of like a resume. Dad kept his arm around me all evening, telling me how proud he was of me, then he gave a present that was wrapped. My own razor, shaving cream, cologne, deodorant in a zippered leather case and a package of boxers and a three pair of new black socks. I was a little confused about that, but thanked him and kissed his neck. The best gift was having my family around me again - all happy. *** Over the dinner table, Mom kept talking about our online classes not being "enough." She kept track of our classes closely. Dad nodded. "Think they're ready for the college?" He was smiling because we were smart and never had to be reminded about our studies. The next week, Mom went to the school board and asked for the college-level classes, but they nixed her request quickly without an explanation. So she took Junie and went to the capital to speak with some people about a brown board of education or something like that. She said that high school kids in the capitol went to the community college for some of their classes, and her sons wanted that, too. Dad showed us the video of Mom when it came on the government channel, but we couldn't hear what she said very well. Junie was playing with the microphone the whole time, singing. A few days later, Rod and I had to fill out an application to a community college in another county. I don't know how it happened, but we got two new computers and super high-speed connections after we passed more testing for the state. Rod was studying video design, and I was studying ruminant anatomy and physiology within the month. The classes were online, from a junior college somewhere in the capital but they seemed easy. Rod was making videos all the time and me working with the goats were second nature to us and now we were earning college credit for our experience. So, we sailed along on scholarships, and Dad always mentioned that when he talked with the other farmers. He was proud and called us his `college men.' Junie was going to start to school that fall, and she was already reading and able to add and subtract on her fingers. She never shut up reading and counting things - but she had a great vocabulary for a kid, but we never spoke to her like a child. Since she was still short and not very strong, she really couldn't help with the big chores but strangely, the goats loved her talking and singing around them and were careful not to step on her feet when she was helping feed them. I really loved Junie, especially when she was wearing one of my old tee shirts. She reminded me of all the work I'd done wearing the shirt. It reminded me of how we started with only the soil and our spirit, and we were bringing our farm to full production. Junie's birth allowed her the best part of building our farm - the hardest work was already done when she was a baby. We were almost ninety percent into full production now - but nothing's sure on a farm, we had to take what Mother Nature gave us with the weather and the rain, the bugs and whatever might happen. *** Dad took Rod and me over to the Mr. Reggy's house to work. We had to get all of his goats through a health check. Rod and I herded them into a corner of a pasture, and Mr. Reggy and Dad gave them a quick exam, then a vaccination, and marked them with a washable spot of dye so we'd know which ones got checked. The air was cool, and the pasture grass was low, so I went over to the corner of the lot to "lure" the does and their kids into a corral with some treats, and then started leading them to Dad. That went smoothly, because Rod was bareback on a horse, calling the goats and moving them toward us. He and sang to them and the goats liked it. Sometimes they sang back to him! The billies were different affair. They had minds of their own, and though Dad hated the way they smelled, we got them through quickly. He said a few bad words several times because he didn't like their attitude - but they didn't like his either. We were done in four hours, and went to the house to clean up. The judge brought out sodas and we had a great big salad and an egg pie, called a quiche - followed by more treats. Mr. Reggie made a torte with chocolate and fruit in it and some kind of fancy sauce. I think it had some liqueur in it, but Dad didn't say anything, so Rod and I ate it all up! Mr. Reggy just chuckled and said he was glad we liked it, and then he brought out some fancy chocolate covered cookies. He and Dad had Irish coffee! I thought it was too cold in Ireland to grow coffee trees... Then, I sniffed it and asked. But I didn't like the taste. Mr. Reggie gave me a belated birthday gift, but I had to walk around the side of the barn. In the back of his truck were a lot of lumber and bags of cement and a large cardboard box. "Load it in your truck; this is your new isolation pen. I'll send some guys over tomorrow to help you pour a slab. This is the new kind, moveable; collapsible." That was great! I'd been thinking about making one in case there was a problem. "Now, come in the house for your other present." Dad nodded for me to go with him. He took me into the bedroom where the sun had risen in our chests. I got a little nervous and felt ashamed; I blushed. That was where Dad held me while... "Jump in the shower, get cleaned up." He told me and opened the door to a fancy, private bath. He called it an "n-sweet." While I was in the shower, he brought new, satiny briefs and a tee shirt and waited for me to step out of the shower. When I did, he began drying me off. I was uncomfortable and he noticed. "Does this make you anxious? Should I leave?" He asked bluntly. "Kind of..." I answered but my erection was full and hard from the soaping. I think it was a fear hard-on, but I wasn't sure. Mr. Reggy looked at my erection for a moment. "May I give you a kiss?" He asked. Dad said to respect and love him... He doesn't have a son to love... Words were stuck in my head deciding what I should do. I closed my eyes and stood still. He didn't wait, but kneeled in front of me and began kissing my belly, then sucking my penis while his hands gripped my butt. "Oh! That kind of kiss!" I thought. I had to sigh, and I grabbed his ears and pushed my erection into his mouth. It didn't take long, but it wasn't so great, either. I kept thinking about Dad but I tried to stay loving and respectful. I felt like I wasn't so loving, and doubted my respect for him, but I did my best. Instead of feeling his strength, I felt weaker inside my heart. My body and my sex were Dad's, not Mr. Reggy's. *** Then Mr. Reggy helped me dress in slacks, and a button-down shirt and new shoes and everything. He stood behind me in front of the big mirrors on the closet doors, smiling. My hair dried and drew up into waves; I just pushed it back with my hand. Mr. Reggy had a try with a comb, but again, a useless task. Then Mr. Reggy handed me a tie. Thank goodness it was the clip-on kind; I never owned a real tie or even needed one. I gave him a kiss, and he held me for a long time, kissing me back deeply. "I need help every Saturday if you want to come over." He whispered. I nodded, "If Dad wants." This felt just too weird, but I put on a half smile remembering Junie in my old clothes. When I went back out to Rod and Dad in my new clothes, they grinned. "Professional man! You look great." Dad said. Rod took a lot of video. The judge stayed in the background but grinned, watching me. Before we left, he handed me an airplane ticket to fly to Denver with him for a farming show and conference the next weekend. At that moment, I understood Dad's birthday gift - it was for traveling with Mr. Reggy. Yeah, we went together - just Mr. Reggy and me. Yeah, we stayed in the same room with just one bed. Yeah, I was thinking of Dad all the time. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, and that too... Several times... Home never looked better on Sunday night. *** Dad was already letting me practice driving up and down between the pine trees on our driveway. When I got my license, I'd be out on the evening milk runs with Rod. When I worked weekends for Mr. Reggy, we stayed in his house, usually in his bed; usually naked. Through the next months, his crew kept the farm while Mr. Reggy taught me a lot of things about sex after we toured his farm, checking on different things. He really knew a lot about farming, and had a good set up. His workers had it easy, and they were nice guys. Most of them were Latinos - very soft-spoken and quite adept with all the livestock, very experienced and more than discrete. They no longer looked me in the eye, but looked away when I passed them. I understood their snide remarks. *** The little vibrator Mr. Reggy held inside my ass was strange at first, but it made me cum so hard, it surprised me. Mr. Reggy chuckled when my body wouldn't stop tensing and jerking. I'd never seen my cum jump out of my erection without any stroking! My body started making a lot more pre-cum and semen now that my balls were bigger and heavier. We checked under the microscope - I had plenty of strong sperm. Mr. Reggy didn't have so much, but enough to fertilize an egg, I supposed. In the back of my mind, I thought he would need a lot of luck to make a baby with his puny, slow guys. Mr. Reggy liked my pubic hair; he kept it trimmed short for me. I refused to let him shave me. I wanted to look like Dad, but didn't say that. The things we did were interesting and he was always very gentle and kind with me. I'll admit he was an incredible lover - very different from Dad, but gentle. But what did I really know about sex and relationships? I knew he wasn't Dad, and that was enough. Sometimes I felt like I was too big and hurt him when I pounded into his ass, but he liked that and asked for more. My anger and frustration about Dad's distance boiled up and made me feel like doing that sometimes. He never forced me to take the same from him - in fact, he never forced me at all. He'd stroke me and whisper to me asking me to love him... I felt awash, though, having sex with a man who I didn't love, no affection from Dad and a lot of secrets to keep from everyone. This didn't feel like a man's love. Most of all, I missed being so close to Dad. It felt like he left my planet.