Date: Thu, 7 Nov 2002 11:41:45 -0800 (PST) From: Waddie Greywolf Subject: "Cabbage Patch Cowboy Part 13" DISCLAIMER: WARNING!! This is a work of homoerotic fictions written by an adult for the purpose of entertainment for other adults. If you are not eighteen year of age or you have any problem with this type of literature then this is a warning to read no further. The author will not be held responsible for any reason if you do. (Codes: M/M M/b M/t Gay Incest Anal Oral True) Comments/questions: waddiebear@yahoo.com Copyright 2002 Waddie Greywolf CABBAGE PATCH COWBOY PART 13 Waddie went with Bubba to get a room at the motel. The clerk was a nice elderly lady and asked Bubba if Waddie was his boy. "No Ma'am. Wish't he was but he's my brother's boy. He came with me as my running buddy to get away from a bully in town that was beat'n up on him." "Well, I'll swan,----looks like he popped you a good'un, Son. Good idea coming with your uncle." Waddie just nodded and smiled sweetly to the lady. She gave Bubba the key. He and Waddie walked back to the truck to get Bubba's gear. The room was nice, comfortable and clean. Waddie helped Bubba, took a leak, then returned to the room. "I'm starve'n, Waddie. How `bout you, Cowboy?" Bubba rubbed his big hands together. "Yes Sir. I sure could eat something." Waddie stood up and threw his arms around his hero and hugged him. He looked up just in time to find Bubba's face and kiss him full on the mouth. Bubba kissed him gently and let Waddie take the lead. Waddie didn't intend for it to be more than a gentle kiss of thanks. Bubba read him immediately. Waddie drew back and look at the big man. "Thanks for being there for me, Bubba. Thanks for today. Thanks for being you. I hope you don't mind if I tell you I love you, `cause I do. Ain't never had no man be so damn good to me at first meeting except my Uncle Buck. You have the same love in you that he has for me and I don't feel alone." "You ain't alone, Little Buddy. You can tell old Bubba every hour on the hour you love him and he'll never get tired of it. Ain't never fallen in love with any man, woman, boy nor beast as fast as I fell for you, Sweet baby. We fueled up the truck back a' ways ,...come on,....let's go get us filled up." Bubba stole another kiss and they left the room for the truck stop diner. On their way across the parking lot, in front of the monster trucks, Waddie stopped and looked up into the night sky. He found Orion's belt and looked for the star on the left of his belt. He look straight up you see thee stars forming a large triangle. The brightest star on the left represents Orion the hunter's left shoulder. It's a star called Betelgeuse. Buck taught him how to find it. "See that bright star, up and to the left of Orion's belt, Bubba?" "You mean that bright star right there?" "Yes Sir. It's the twelfth brightest star in the night sky. That's my Uncle Buck's and my star. It's called Betelgeuse." Bubba giggled, he thought Waddie was setting him up again. "Beetle Juice?" Bubba asked cautiously. "Yeah, I know. When Buck told me I giggled like you did waiting for the punch line but it never came. I looked it up in a star map book my great aunt gave me for Christmas one year and that really is the name of the star but it's spelled differently. He picked that one because the name would be easy to remember. My dad, Buck, ain't no dummy. Every night when I'm away from him I know all I have to do it look up at that star and he's looking at it too. He's sending me his love and I send mine back to him." "That's beautiful, Son. You wanna' call him after dinner? Let him know you're safe, being loved and cared for, and will be in touch with him regularly." "You think it would be a good idea, Bubba?" Waddie needed Bubba's approval. "Sure do, Baby. It `ud go a long way to making your dad feel better and not worry so much." That was the first time anyone referred to Buck as Waddie's dad. A pride welled up inside Waddie as he took Bubba's big hand, continued walking to the diner but he was walking a little taller. Bubba gently squeezed his little buddy's hand to let him know, he wasn't alone. They walked into the diner, and a large group of trucker started hollering and yelling, waving their arms for Bubba and his buddy to join them. A short, plump, little waitress ran to Bubba with her arms open. "Bubba! Oh Bubba, it's so good to see ya' again." Bubba hugged and kissed her, "And I'll bet this here's your new running buddy, Waddie, we been hear'n so much about." She grabbed Waddie and gave him a big hug, too. "Welcome, Waddie, I'm Peggy Sue. Come on, Honey!" she spoke to Waddie taking him by the hand to lead him and Bubba to seats with about fifteen or twenty other truckers. "Ya'll just sit your fanny's down here and I'll get ya'll something to drink. "Coffee for me, Sweetheart. You want milk or ice tea tonight, Buddy?" "Ice tea sounds real good, Bubba." replied Waddie. Peggy Sue heard him, nodded her head, and was on her way. Bubba introduced Waddie around and he shook every driver's hand. Three were there from breakfast he remembered. He remembered their name's and was mannerly by referring to them as `Mr.' There was one man that couldn't take his eyes off Waddie and Waddie was hoping he wouldn't. His name was Darrell and was a fine looking man. "What' duya' want to eat, Young'un?" Bubba asked Waddie. "Would you order for me, Bubba? You ain't done bad so far. What ever you order for me I'll eat. I ain't picky `bout food. I'll eat almost anything, `cep'n hominy. I know grits are made from the same stuff. I like grits but there's just something vile about hominy to me." Waddie scrunched up his nose. Bubba and the other truckers laughed. A couple agreed with him. Peggy Sue brought their drinks and Bubba ordered. "Let us have the cattle hauler's special, Hon. Mine medium rare and my Buddy's a little past medium. Bring us both a big glass of milk, too, Hon. We'd appreciate it." "You got it, Darlin.'" Smiled Peggy Sue as off she went, refilling the trucker's coffee mugs as she went. "Gentlemen, you're looking at one of the best story teller's I've run across in many a moon." The truckers were looking at Waddie, smiling and talking back and forth. "He can tell the most outrageously funny stories you ever heard in your life. He had me laughing so hard I had to pull off into a rest stop to get control of myself. I made him stop `til we got here `cause I know you guys love a good story. These are true stories of what Waddie and his buddies did to get back at his older step-brother. His step-brother would do stuff and blame it on Waddie so's his dad would beat him. His step-brother would get his ma and sister to lie so's they could get the kid beaten. His dad would try to make Waddie admit he done it and the boy wouldn't because he refused to lie to his dad." Bubba told them. "That why your face is that way, Son?" the good looking trucker named Darrell asked Waddie shaking his head. "Yes, Sir." "I'll admit it looks pretty bad," Bubba added, "but nothing like his back and butt. Take it from me. It ain't pretty." They all told Waddie they were sorry and he thanked them for their concern. "But every time his step-brother would set Waddie up. He and his three brothers,... buddies,... would do the most awful things to him. They're awful funny as well. I'll let him tell ya.' Cowboy, tell `em about the disease your step-brother came down with." Bubba urged Waddie laughing. Peggy Sue brought small salads for Bubba and Waddie and sat them down in front off them. She heard Bubba on the way and lingered to hear Waddie start his story. "It didn't take long before every trucker and Peggy Sue were laughing their ass's off. Even Bubba was laughing again. They stopped Waddie and wouldn't let him go on for a minute. Peggy Sue looked at Waddie with tears in her eyes. "Not another word, young man, until I get back. I don't want to miss a word of this." That made the truckers laugh even harder. Peggy Sue went off to get their orders and waited another table on her way. She told the manager/owner about Waddie and he came over and sat down to listen. The other three waitress came over to stand next to Bubba and Waddie to listen. "Peggy Sue brought out two arm loads of food for Bubba and Waddie. Waddie's eyes got real big when he saw the size of the t-bone steak Peggy Sue sat down in front of him. It had all the trimmings. Bubba told him to eat as much as he could and then a little more and he'd be proud of him. They started in and Waddie started his story up again. Five more truckers joined them and one of the other waitress went to get them coffee. Waddie got to the place where Willie bought a new reed for his clarinet and was able to speak several sentences after a week and a half. Waddie stressed how proud Willie was that he was able to speak even that much after being silent for a month and a half. He told them about climbing through Willie's window and painting the new reed. Willie was once again struck `dumb.' You could hear the laughter way out in the parking lot. The truckers were hitting the table and slapping their legs. The manager had to take his apron and wipe his eyes. Surprisingly, Waddie was doing a good job of eating his steak. It was good! He was packing it away. Bubba looked over a couple of times, nodded and smiled. He was proud of his little buddy. Waddie came to the end of that story and told the men that his uncle the sheriff had to practically sit on the four boys to get them to stop. Poor Willie remained silent for a little over six months. When he finished the story and the men settled down they all stood and applauded Waddie for his story. The manager pulled his chair closer. "Okay! Okay! You thought that one was funny." said Bubba, "I haven't even heard the good parts of this next story because it is so funny from the get-go I told him to save it for later tonight. I was laughing so hard I couldn't drive the damn truck. I knew you guys would love it. It has to be the most outrageously funny pay back story I've ever heard in my life. This is a story about Ms. Pearl." "Waddie started from the very beginning remembering Oatie's telling and delivery. He had the men jumping out of their chairs when he told them what his Uncle Enid told his uncle, the Sheriff. He told the men about Ms. Pearl and how tame she became but wouldn't let anybody near her boys. The men couldn't believe it. A couple thought Waddie had to be making up this story. Bubba assured the men he wasn't. "It really happened the way he said it did. This kid don't lie. He's a true Texan. He may enlarge or stretch a story but that only adds flavor." That only made the story funnier for the men. About five or six more truckers came over to listen and the couple that was at Peggy Sue's other table couldn't help but come over and hear what the truckers found so funny with this young boy's story. They, too, were captivated and soon laughing as much as the truckers. When he finished Ms. Pearl's story they all were laughing and crying, holding each other. They laughed for five minutes. Then they all got up and applauded Waddie. Even his buddy stood and applauded for him. He thanked them all for listening. They talked to all the truckers and listen to a couple of their stories as they finished their meal. Waddie was keeping up with Bubba bite for bite. Bubba couldn't believe what the boy was putting away. The manager snapped his fingers at Peggy Sue, she walked over, he whispered something to her and she ran off to the kitchen. In a minute she came back with two plates. Each had a huge slab of German chocolate cake and a couple of scoops of ice cream for Waddie and Bubba. Waddie hadn't saved room for dessert but he wasn't going waste his favorite chocolate cake and ice cream. Peggy Sue told him and Bubba it was on the manager, Ben, that was sitting there. They thanked him and Waddie ate every bit of his. After a while Peggy Sue cleared the dishes away and Bubba asked her for the check. She whispered something to Bubba and his eyes lit up. Not only had the manager bought their dessert. He paid for their entire meals. Bubba told Waddie. Waddie stood and shook Ben's hand and graciously thanked him for the meal. It was the best food he'd eaten in a long time. So did Bubba. "Young man, you earned those meals for you and your running buddy. Funniest damn story I ever heard and you told it well. You come back to see us, Son." Ben was serious. Waddie told him he'd try. Bubba left Peggy Sue a twenty dollar tip anyway. She ran those tiny, little legs off for them. Bubba and Waddie were tired and excused themselves. Every man there came around for a hug or a hand shake. The good looking trucker Darrell wanted a hug and so did Waddie. Waddie found out why. He had a huge dick and it was hard as a rock. He wanted Waddie to feel it and Waddie smiled at him. He pulled the man's head down to whisper to him. "Feel the same way `bout you, Mr. Darrell." Waddie stole a kiss and the man roared with laugher. He wasn't coming on to the boy he was offering Waddie a compliment. He thought Waddie was good looking and was captivated by his stories. He stayed hard the entire time Bubba and Waddie were there. He knew Waddie was Bubba's running buddy and wasn't trying to move in on Bubba's friend. He just wanted Waddie to know how he felt and when Waddie returned the compliment he was overwhelmed with joy and laughter. "Sharp, young man, ya' got there for a running buddy, Bubba. Glad to have met him and good to see you again, too, Big Man." They said there goodbyes and started the long walk across the parking lot back to their motel room. Waddie took Bubba's big hand again and he didn't hesitate to hold Waddie's. "S'damn proud of you, Cowboy. Glad I stopped you from telling the rest of that story. I would've wrecked the damn truck for sure." Bubba laughed again,. "I knew it was gonna' be good but had no idea how funny it would be. I've rarely seen that group of men laugh so much at any one story, let alone the two you told. Look what cha' did! You bought us dinner. Thank's for dinner, Waddie." Bubba put his arm around Waddie and hugged him close as they walked. They got back to the room and Waddie started to take his clothes off and Bubba told him to wait. "I want you to call Buck and let him know you're okay. We have plenty of money for a couple of calls if you want. Just give the motel operator the long distance number and she'll call the long distance operator. They'll put you through." Waddie picked up the phone and gave the motel operator the number and town. He heard Buck's phone ringing. "Hello." "Hello, Aunt Linda, this is Waddie." he tried to sound up and happy for her. "Oh Waddie, Darling." she started crying, "Oh my God, Waddie, I'm so glad to hear from you. Are you all right?" "I'm fine Aunt Linda. I'm with Bubba and he's taking real good care of me. He's playing doctor and doing a fine job of heal'n me up. I hardly hurt at all. I'm so sorry Aunt Linda, I didn't mean to hurt you and Uncle Buck by running away but I was told to go." Waddie started crying with his Aunt Linda, "Don't cry, Aunt Linda, I love you so much, you mean the world to me, I'd never do anything to hurt you." "I know, Baby. I know. I'm just so relieved to hear from you. Your uncle is pacing the floor so I'll let you talk to him. Here, Hon." Linda Sue handed Buck the phone. "Son?" asked Buck. "I'm hear, Dad," Waddie broke down again and he heard his uncle, his dad, on the other end crying too, "I'm so sorry, Uncle Buck, I ran away. It wasn't to hurt you, Aunt Linda nor any of my family. I was told to run." "We know, Son. We spoke to Mr. Urial the next day and he told us. We were so relieved, but, Son, we miss you so much. You don't know how much me and your Aunt Linda Sue loves you. Are you feeling better, Sweet baby. I can only imagine what Morgan did to you this time. I'm so sorry, Son." "It weren't your fault, Dad. Morgan wouldn't listen to a thing Mr. Urial told him. Mr. Urial told me he wanted to speak through me and I let him. I didn't know what to say to him. He went crazy, Uncle Buck, and beat me `til he shot in his pants." "Oh God, Son, I'm glad you told me but it's something I didn't wanna' to hear. I can tell from your voice you're relieved to be out of danger and with someone who loves you. I know Bubba's taking good care of you. Can I speak to him for a minute." "Bubba, my Uncle Buck would like to talk to you." Waddie handed Bubba the phone. "Howdy, Sheriff Claymore." "No! No, Bubba, my name is Buck. Understand, Son?" "Thanks, Buck. I `preciate that. You should'da seen the food your Godson put away tonight. A huge t-bone steak, salad, all the trimmings. He told two of the funniest damn stories us truckers ever heard. The owner of the place bought and paid for our dinners he liked Waddie's stories so much. After all that food, the scamp ate a huge piece of chocolate cake and two scoops of ice cream." "I can't thank you enough, Bubba, for being good to our boy. Mr. Urial told us about you and assured us that Waddie was in good hands." "I'm only giving back a little of what others have given me, Buck. Took two rolls of color pictures of Waddie's rear, back, and face and dropped them in the mail this morning. I included a letter with my contact phone number and I plan to stop by your office in about five days on my way back through." "Thank's for being thoughtful enough to do that. When you get ready to come back through, let us know, plan on spending the evening `cause we'll take you out to my brother's ranch for dinner so's you can meet Waddie's brothers and family. They all want to meet you and thank you." "Sounds good, Buck. I promise I will. I'll give you a call and let you know my schedule. I'll give you back to Waddie. Looking forward to meeting you and Waddie's family, Sir." "Uncle Buck, you'll like Bubba. He's one of he finest men I've ever met. He's got the same kind of love inside him you do, Uncle Buck. He don't know the meaning of the word, `halfway.' If Bubba loves you, it's all the way. You're the same damn way, Dad. I don't know how to describe it but sometimes around him I could swear I'm with you. By the way, on the way to the diner I found our star and sent you my love." "I got it, Sweet baby, I looked up a about an hour ago and sent you mine, too. God, I love you, Waddie. Let us hear from you, Son. I promise, I won't ask where you are. We trust Mr. Urial and our Lord to do the right thing. Just know we love you, Cowboy, with all our hearts." "I love ya'll, too, Uncle Buck. Don't be hard on my dad, Uncle Buck, he's not a bad man. He's your brother and I love him. Tell my brothers I love them, Dad Dan and Momma Sue. Bubba said we had enough for a couple of calls maybe I'll call Dad Dan, Gip and Momma Sue. I'll let you go now, but I'm so sorry I ran away. It wasn't to hurt you or my family." "We know that, Son. Don't blame yourself. I won't be hard on your dad but you need to know that your buddy and mine, Ed, confronted him yesterday. Told him everything about Judy and Dorothy lying to get your dad to whip you. Ed told him he even watched Willie cut his pony. He admitted his affair with Judy to hammer home the truth to your dad. Morgan was devastated and cried and cried. I know he loves you in his heart but we ain't gonna' let you go back to live with him. Mr. Urial wants you to live with Dad Dan, Gip and Momma Sue when you come home. You got nothing to fear when you decide to come home, Son. I love you, Waddie." Buck barely got the words out before his voice broke and he started crying. "I love you, too, Dad. Goodnight." Waddie gave the phone to Bubba and he hung it up. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "You call Buck `Dad,' Waddie?" "I have three dad's, Bubba. Morgan Lovejoy, who raised me so far and beats me, Uncle Buck who's my Godfather, and my brother's dad, Dan Justin. I call him Dad Dan. Dad Dan and Uncle Buck are brothers. Their so close they consider themselves brothers. Dan Justin's a hell of a man, Bubba. He means as much to me as my real dad and Morgan. You'll fall in love with him and my brothers. I guarantee ya'! "Is he the one you'd like to call?" "If you think it's all right." "Sure, go ahead." "Waddie dialed the operator and gave her the number he wanted and the town. She gave the information to the long distance operator and the Justin's phone began to ring. Gip answered. "Hello." "Hey, Little Brother. Wish't I was there to give you a big hug and a kiss but since I can't, I'll just have to settle for telling you how much I love you." "Oh, Waddie, I love you, too. Mom, Dad! It's Waddie! How are you, Brother? Are you all right? I've been so worried. I should be with my brother." "Little Brother, I'm fine. I'm being taken care of by one hell of a nice man who's heart is as big as the damn truck he drives. His name's Bubba and you're going to love him. He has the same love in him Buck does." "Waddie, Mr. Urial came to me and Dad and told me it was all right to confirm their suspicions. Mom picked up on it right away when dad said something at dinner last night about your birthmark. Aunt Linda told Mom about the birthmark on her baby she gave up for adoption. Dad figured it out like a detective. We don't never wanna' to play `Clue' with him. They're dying to talk to you, too, Brother, but I'll make `em let me say goodbye to you. I love you so much, Big Brother." Gip handed Momma Sue the phone. "Oh,Waddie, Darlin,' I'm still stunned from last night, Sweetheart. We haven't been able to talk about anything else. We won't never tell a soul; you know that. You have to ask your dad here what happened when he saw Mr. Urial." she laughed. "Momma Sue, it's so good to hear your voice. You know how much I love you and I didn't run away to hurt you, dad, or my brother. I had to, Momma Sue. I hope you understand." "Not another word like that, young man. We know you didn't do it to hurt us. We thanked God, last night and will again tonight for providing you with protection. How are you, Baby? Are you all right? Do you hurt a lot? Are you getting enough to eat?" "I'm being taken care of by a wonderful man, Momma Sue. He's bigger'n a damn Grizzly bear but has the temperament of a teddy bear. He's taking care of my wounds and he's doing a good job mending my heart, Momma Sue. I can't come home for a while but I'll call and let cha'll know how I am." "You call us collect if you want to. Just let us hear from you, Sweetheart. You're a big part of our family and we feel a great loss when you're not with us. I'll let you talk to your dad. He pacing back and forth. I love you, Sweet heart. Here's you dad." "Waddie,-----my Son." Dan was going to be strong for his son and broke down when he heard Waddie's voice. Waddie started crying, too. "Oh, God, I love you so much, Dad. Don't cry, Dad. I'm all right. I'm gonna' come home to you, I promise. We'll be together again. I wanna' come live with you, Momma Sue and my brother when I come back, if'n ya'll'll have me." "You don't even have ask, Son. You're our boy, Waddie, you belong here with your family. I wish you'd of moved in with us instead of going back to live with Morgan. I'm so sorry for what you had to go through, Son." "It weren't your fault, Dad. You've been wonderful to me. I wouldn't have made it, Dad, if it weren't for your love, my brother's, and Momma Sue's love as well. I just told Bubba that of my three dad's it would be damn hard to choose between Uncle Buck and you. I'm fine, Dad, Bubba's taking real good care of me and my wounds are healing faster than they ever have. Don't worry about me. I have an angel by my side and a huge Grizzly bear of a man that's become my angel down here. Treat him nice when he comes back through, Dad. I know you'll love him as much as I do." "You know we will, Son. Waddie, promise me you'll call us at least once a week. Call us collect. That'll be fine." "I have money, Dad. Them trucker friend's of Bubba's took up a collection for me of almost three hundred dollars. I told Ms. Pearl's story to about twenty-five of `em tonight and the manager/owner of the restaurant bought and paid for Bubba and my dinners. He thought my story was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. So I'm all right but I'm keeping my family in my heart. By the way, Momma Sue told me to ask you what happened when you saw Mr. Urial." "Remember you and Gip telling me a couple of times he almost scared the crap out of you?" "Oh Lord, Dad," Waddie was laughing, "please tell me you didn't." Waddie was really laughing. "You don't want me to lie to you, Son. Yes, I did. I ain't ashamed of it. It happened so damn quick, I didn't figure out `til afterward what happened. Gip was fine, even waved to `em. I had to run for the house." They were sharing a good laugh. Waddie was relaxed and his dad could feel it. "It's good to laugh with you again, Waddie. It's good to hear you laugh. We can't talk about anything else but you, Son, and the miracle that you'll bring Buck and Linda Sue. Momma Sue and I won't say a word; you know that but we're so thrilled for you and them. We know the time is near and Mr. Urial told Buck and I that you'd come back to live with us, so count on it. Have you called, Buck, Son?" "I just got off the phone with them. I love them so much, Dad, but I want to come live with you, Gip and Momma Sue." "Don't stay away too long, Son. You're on all our minds, in our hearts and in our prayers. Your brother can hardly wait. I'll let him say goodbye to you, Son. Remember,--- we love you, Waddie, and we need you. Come home to us, Son. Here's Gip." ` "It's so good to hear from you, Brother. Mom and dad went in the other room...how's that big bear? Mr. Urial said he was huge." "Big, warm, and furry. He's bigger'n Uncle Buck. Just like we like `em, Sweet baby, with a big ole love pump." said Waddie giggling. "Waddie, I love you so much. You make me laugh. I miss you, Brother, down to the bottom of my gut. There's an emptiness inside me that won't go away until I see your face again. I'll let you go.... thanks so much for calling. Call us again, real soon." "Okay, Darlin.' I promise, I will. You be good to our big bear man when you meet him. He's a buddy. You know how to greet your buddy, right?" "Right, Big Brother. I love you." "Love you, too, Little Brother, Goodnight." Waddie hung up the phone and crawled across the bed to Bubba's waiting arms. He shed a few tears but he was gaining emotional strength. Hearing the voice's of his family reassured him and their love gave him strength. Bubba could tell immediately. "You wanna' be sure you call home at least once a week, Waddie. Those folks love you beyond measure. I could tell by the sound of Dad Dan's voice he was so concerned about you. As much as he would be his own kid, I'm sure. It's wonderful to have folks like that who love you." "I wouldn't have wanted to live if the angel hadn't told me about them and that Uncle Buck was my real dad. He told me they wanted me to live for them. They deserved my love and I deserved theirs. I'm almost there, Bubba, but I have one more bad thing to go through. I don't care what it is. My angel will be by my side and after I come through, I'll have real parents. I don't mean to take away from my love for my other dad, Morgan. I'll always love him but our relationship has to change. I'll love him because I want to and not because he's my dad. He'll learn to love and trust me and I'll help him get away from those awful people." "You think you can forgive him, Waddie?" "Of course, Bubba, he's my dad. I love him. He thought he was doing the right thing but he was so confused. Then the beatings became sexually stimulating to him and he'd beat me `til he shot his load in his pants." "Oh God, Sweet baby, I've been there. My old man got to where he preferred whipping me with his bull whip to get off than sleeping with my ma. I was getting tied up and whipped sometime three times a week. My ass never had a chance to heal. I felt like you, if he'd just let me make love to him, suck his dick, get him off.... he wouldn't have even had to tell me he loved me. Just let me give him my love. I even yelled to him one time, `For God's sake, Dad, if you're gonna' whip me to get your rocks off at least yell to me you love me then make love to me afterward. He told me only perverts did that. Makes me laugh to think about it today. He'd whip me `til my ass looked like ground round to get his rocks, but to tell his son he loved him, would make him a pervert." "Then you understand why I asked Ed to teach me." "Sure I do, Cowboy." "That's only half the truth, though, Bubba." "I figured...." Bubba giggled. "I really enjoy it. I like the taste." "Ain't nothing wrong with that. I'm pretty damn fond of it myself. You ready to get cleaned up and hit the sack, Little Buddy." "Yeah, I am. You know what? I think laying there uncovered all afternoon helped, Bubba. You sure know what you're doing. It feels a lot better'n it did. I was able to sit there all through dinner and it never got too uncomfortable. Thank you, Bubba." Waddie said to Bubba softly. He was serious. "Come'mer, Little Buddy." Bubba took Waddie in his big arms and stole a kiss. "That's what a buddy's for, Waddie, but you know that. You'd a' done the same for me." "Damn right, I would, Big Man." Waddie said strongly. "Let's get undressed and clean up, Son." Waddie pulled his boots off and Bubba started getting undressed too. It didn't take them long to shuck their clothes off and were heading for the shower. Bubba sat down on the toilet again. "Lemme' see, Cowboy." said Bubba. He turned Waddie's backside to him. Waddie was right. His butt had healed a lot from the time he last medicated him. It was beginning to lose some of the redness. His face was still bruised but even his black eye was changing from a dark purple to a light yellowish purple. "Looks a lot better, Sweet heart! Are your jeans hurting you to wear?" "No, Sir. Not a bit." "Good. We'll have to get you another couple of pair but I think I'll leave that to the boys. They got more time to do that than I do. Come'mon lets do it." Bubba adjusted the shower and the two men got in. Once again, Bubba gently and tenderly bathed Waddie's butt, back and face. Then he wasn't quite so gentle on the rest of him but he got him clean. Waddie insisted he do the same for Bubba. Bubba didn't know about that but thought he'd humor the kid. He was surprised, Waddie did a damn good job; even washed his old dick ever so gently. "Who taught you to do that, Waddie?" "I've been showering with my dad, Buck, for about five years. Ever chance I get and I get to bathe him. I couldn't when I was smaller `cause I couldn't reach everything. Still he'd sit down and let me wash and rub his tired old back for him. Bubba got a big old hard-on and Waddie's sprang up too. They both giggled. "You gonna' let me have a big old taste of that pretty thing tonight, Buddy?" "Well, I don't know. Do you really want it? You ain't obligated, Waddie. I'm taking care of you `cause I love you." "Yeah, I really want to and wouldn't I be doing the same...'cause I love you. I need to do something for you, Bubba ... and you don't need to do nothing in return. You've all ready done enough for me." "What if I wanted to?" "I wouldn't mind but not tonight, okay! I just want to relieve you, Bubba. You been driving that big old truck all damn day. Let your running buddy relax you and then I'll rub your old back for ya.'" Waddie looked into Bubba's eyes, "Please, Bubba?" Bubba didn't say anything but started toweling Waddie gently. When he finished, Waddie toweled him dry and dried his big back for him. They went into the bedroom turned out the lights and left the light on in the bath with the door barely cracked. A small amount of light came in the room. Bubba opened his big arms and Waddie crawled up into a bear hug and a kiss. This time Waddie found Bubba's mouth and gently brushed his lips across as a tease and an invitation. Bubba, gently kissed Waddie and let Waddie take over. Waddie could feel the huge bear man's beautiful dick getting more erect but he was like Ed, he never got fully erect. He was hard enough to do any job he wanted but it had a nice give to it. Bubba's foreskin wasn't as long as Ed's. When Bubba became erect it pulled back to were the head was just peaking our from underneath. Waddie moved down to Bubba's crotch and started licking and kissing Bubba's dick and balls. He started slathering it up with his own saliva to help lubricate his throat. Bubba's penis was going to present a challenge but one Waddie felt he'd been trained for. Bubba was beginning to writhe under Waddie's tongue bath. Waddie took just the head in his mouth while he grabbed Bubba's cock around the base. Then he plunged the entire length down his throat removing his hand on the way and didn't stop until that sucker was all the way in his mouth. His lips were pressed tight against Bubba's belly. Bubba sucked in a volume of air at Waddie's rapid swallowing of his cock. His eyes got real big and he started to pull back, afraid for the boy but Waddie had his hands up under Bubba's butt and was pulling him forward locking him into his throat. "Oh Waddie! Damn Cowboy! Ain't never----Aaaaeehhh...Damn!" Waddie felt Bubba erupting his good hot bear come way back down his throat. He hung on to Bubba until he erupted another shot then quickly pulled back to take Bubba's final volley in his mouth. He tasted like a big old bear should taste, Waddie thought. Strong but a little sweeter than Ed's with a faint hint of clover. All bears love clover honey. Waddie laughed to himself at how quickly Bubba shot. He wasn't ready for Waddie's kamakazie attack with his throat. Well, he told him he'd been trained good by coach Ed. He was a little smug and proud of himself. He knew he could take that big thing with no problem. He passed the test. He was ready for the big leagues. Bubba pulled him up to his face and kissed Waddie in a passionate kiss. This time Bubba didn't let Waddie take the lead. He was in charge of this kiss. He was thanking his little buddy for taking him. "Oh, Sweet baby, I hope I didn't disappoint you. I usually don't shoot that fast but I wasn't expecting that. Damn, you weren't kidding when you told me your coach trained you well. Son of a bitch, ain't never had that happen to me before. Never had anybody take all of me, especially on the first lunge." "Don't be silly, Big Man, I did exactly what I set out to do; take you, relax you and then rub your back for you. By the way, your come tastes wonderful. Taste like a big bear should, strong, wild and sweet." Bubba laughed at Waddie and just shook his head in amazement. "Anytime you want another taste of bear honey, Cowboy, it's your's for the take'n. You've convinced me, but next time I get to return the favor." "Well, I can't come yet, Bubba. My balls are just beginning to descend, my voice is changing, I got a few hairs around my dick and balls but I ain't far enough along to come. I'd rather you wait until I can give you a little more than a dry heave. I love taking care of you, Big Man. Now roll over and let your running buddy rub your tired old back." Bubba smiled, kissed Waddie again quickly and rolled over on his stomach. Waddie sat gently on Bubba's butt and began to rub his lower back and spine. He heard and felt Bubba let out a deep sigh. Waddie rubbed the big man's back really good until he heard Bubba's breathing change and knew he had drifted off to sleep. He continued rubbing him for another five minutes or so and then lay down beside the big man on his stomach. He no sooner pulled the sheet over them than he felt a giant, hairy arm fall around his shoulders pulling him tight. He felt a gentle kiss on his cheek as he drifted off to sleep. The next morning, Waddie moved down to Bubba's crotch again and gently took him into his mouth. Bubba immediately began to get hard. Waddie didn't do his throat plunge. He cleaned under Bubba's foreskin real good which began to get the big man's attention. Waddie felt a big hand gently on the back of his head as Bubba petted him urging him on. Then Waddie took several deep strokes on Bubba's cock and once again felt the big man breathe deeply. Waddie held still with Bubba's penis shoved almost all the way down his throat. He didn't want Bubba to come right away. He was enjoying the taste of his buddy's dick and wanted to pleasure him some more. He began to take small strokes on Bubba's penis with his throat. Bubba was moaning and rubbing Waddie's head with both hands. Then Waddie started his long sucking plunges on Bubba's dick and felt the vibrations as it swelled, getting ready to erupt. "Can't hold it any longer, Cowboy." Waddie was greedy and wanted all that bear honey that morning. He got it in three, stout shots into his mouth. He lay there on his side gently sucking on Bubba's dick. Bubba didn't try to get him to pull off he just lay there breathing gently after his climax and allowed Waddie to gently suck. Waddie rolled a little to his side still sucking Bubba and started jacking off. The better it felt the more of Bubba's semi-flacied penis he worked down his throat. He was in heaven. He didn't stop `til once again his lips were pressed tightly against Bubba's pubic hair on his belly. Waddie was gently working it and felt Bubba swelling once again. He wanted to time this perfectly. He stopped jacking off and reached up with his hand to pull the skin back on Bubba's dick to expose the head in his throat. He could feel Bubba move with ecstacy when his foreskin was pulled to the base off his dick and held there by Waddie's lips. Waddie started jacking off again making slow movements on Bubba's dick. About the third stroke he could feel Bubba erupt again way down his throat. Waddie reached his own dry climax at the same time. He was exhausted but lay there with Bubba's dick still down his throat. Bubba had cradled his head in his huge hands and was letting Waddie take as much as he wanted. Finally, Waddie slowly withdrew and cleaned the last of Bubba's bear honey out from under his foreskin. When he finished, Bubba pulled him up to him and held him. He kissed him again in a passionate kiss that made them hard again. He could taste his own fresh come in Waddie's mouth. "I sure wish Urial would let me take you on as my running buddy for a while. Never had anyone do what you did last night and this morning with so much love. I could feel you really wanted to please me, Sweet baby, and that made it all the more important to me. It's one thing to get your rocks off but to have someone love you and want you,--- well, that's about as good as it gets. You were right. I have to remember to thank coach Ed if I meet him. Just kidding, Cowboy. I'd never do that." "I know and you're right. I do love you and wanted you. You have great tasting come, Bubba, and I like sucking it out of my big bear buddy. Wish't I could be your running buddy for a while, too. Maybe after this is over I could run with you a week or two during the summer." "Well, if it happens, I couldn't think of a better running buddy." Bubba said as he stole another kiss. "Gotta go get rid of our piss hards. I may need help again, Cowboy. How `bout you?" "Oh hell, yes, Buddy! It's always better taking a piss if'n your buddy holds it for you." Waddie giggled as they walked to the head and decided to piss in the tub again. Once again Waddie closed his eyes and enjoyed Bubba's huge hand around his dick and feeling the flow of piss running through the big man's penis. They finished and Waddie shook Bubba's and he shook Waddie's. He was a little more within accepted social norms this time. Waddie giggled to himself. They got into the shower and Bubba gently washed Waddie. This time he just handed Waddie the wash cloth. Waddie didn't linger and take as much time because he knew Bubba needed to get underway; however, he did a good job. Bubba was happy. Bubba medicated Waddie again and went to check out while he got dressed. Waddie was hardly sore. He got his jeans on without wincing. They threw their stuff in the truck and walked to the diner for breakfast. Many of the same truckers were there including handsome Darrell. Waddie greeted them all by name being sure to use Mr. before each one's name. "How you feeling this morning, Waddie." Darrell asked concerned. "A lot better, Mr. Darrell, thanks. Bubba put more of his ointment on me and it does a good job of killing the pain. I seem to be healing faster than other times." "Good, Son. Glad to hear that. Your black eye doesn't look so bad this morning either. Bubba's a fine man. He'll take good care of you." Darrell said with conviction. "He's been damn good to me, Mr. Darrell. They don't make `em better'n my buddy." Bubba leaned over and stole a kiss behind Waddie's ear. Waddie blushed and the truckers all went, "Aaaawww." That just made him blush more and then he giggled. They had a big breakfast and got on the road to Austin. Bubba said they should be there around noon. Waddie wasn't looking forward to that. That would mean he'd have to give up his buddy and he knew that was going to rip his heart out. Of course, Waddie hadn't yet seen Bubba's two buddies he was instructed to take Waddie to. They were two juniors that would be seniors in the fall at the University of Texas and were both major players on the football team. They were having to make up a couple of courses in summer school to continue playing in the fall. They hadn't flunked . They made better than decent grades but a lot of the players opted to take lighter loads in the fall and make them up in summer school so they'd have more time to devote to football in the fall. During the summer, most of the team lived off campus in various room and board homes. Bubba's two buddies had a room in a big room and board home owned by a widow named Mrs. York. She had a heart of gold and loved her boys. She had six men that summer and provided three meals a day for them except on Sunday. They had to provide for themselves on Sundays. However, Sunday evenings she'd set out cold cuts, sliced chicken, turkey, or ham for sandwiches. There was bread, lettuce, sliced tomatoes, potato chips, mustard, mayonnaise, pickles, relish, and ice tea. It was a do it yourself meal, and the men would always help her clean up afterward. Since she used paper plates, and cups there wasn't much to clean up but the boys would take out her trash. Her usual compliment of men was from eight to twelve men. Most of her larger rooms were two man rooms but she had four that were single men rooms. Her rates were modest, and the rooms clean and comfortable. The food was much better than eating in the student union cafeteria. Mrs. York charged fifteen dollars a month per man for a two man room and thirty for a single. She charged forty dollars per month for board. During the summer she wasn't so strict about insisting the men pay board. Most did because it was cheaper than eating out and the food was considerably better. During the regular semesters, if a man chose to live in one of her rooms they were required to pay board. She always made enough for each meal she could feed students that wanted to come for a single meal that didn't live in her home. She charged a flat rate of two dollars and fifty cents per meal. Mrs. York was friendly, outgoing, caring and genuinely interested in her boys. If one of them had a problem they could talk to Mrs. York and everything seemed to be a lot better. Her boys took care of her. She didn't insist, nor was it her idea but usually one or maybe two nights a week the men would bar her from the kitchen after a good meal. They'd wash, dry, clean up and put everything away. Many years later when Mrs. York passed away there were over two thousand fine looking successful men attended her funeral with their families. Mrs. York's family was stunned by the letters, flowers, condolences and people attending her funeral. They had no idea she made that big of an impression on the men that stayed in her home over the years. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The closer they got to Austin the quieter Waddie became. Bubba wasn't a chatter box either. It was like a cloud of realization that soon they would be parted. It weighed heavily on both. They had come to love, trust and care for each other in a short period of time. Bubba told Waddie little about the two men he would be leaving him with. They were actually neighbors to his family that took him in and gave Bubba a home after he ran away. Bubba grew up with the two men. When Bubba ran away from his home he was hitchhiking through the hill country of South Central Texas. He was wet, cold, hungry without a penny to his name. He was picked up by a local rancher and his wife who had no kids. They took him home, fed him, let him bathe himself, gave him a comfortable bed to sleep in, and cleaned his clothes. Their names were Gus and Dora Franz. They told him he could stay with them for a while if he liked. Bubba fell in love with them and worked his ass off for Gus Franz. Gus asked Bubba why he'd run away from home, had he gotten into trouble? Bubba turned away from Gus, dropped his jeans so Gus could see his ass. Bubba never had to say another word to Gus. They offered him a home. He could finish school as long as he helped Gus around the ranch. Bubba found the home he'd always dreamed of. He loved Gus and Dora and they fell more in love with Bubba every year. Bubba did well in school and was known by everyone in the small community of Bandera, Texas as Hershel Franz or `Bubba.' He got the name Bubba from a little girl that lived on a ranch down the road from the Franz's. The little girl was a toddler no more than four years old. She had an older brother that was six years younger than Bubba. Their names were Brenda Lou and Earl D. Dobbs. They were fine looking, intelligent children and their parents adored them. The summer after Bubba's first year in school, he was awakened one night by a loud screech owl. The Franz's had given Bubba his own room but ranch boys like to sleep in the loft of the barn during the summers. They can let it all hang out and the only person to come to the barn would be their dads. In Bubba's case, it was Gus, and he was so easy going nothing bothered him. He didn't care. Bubba was asleep in the loft when the Owl awakened him. He sat up and looked out the door of the barn loft. He could see all the way to the Dobbs place and saw it on fire. Bubba pulled on his shirt, pants and boots, got one of Gus's fastest studs, dropped on his back, hollered at Gus and Dora there was a fire at the Dobbs place he was going to help. Gus told him to go. Bubba got there but there was no one standing around to help. He was first one there and he was on his on. He knew where the boy's room was and climbed in through the window. He could hear his little sister crying in her room next door. He pulled the boy out the window and then climbed into the little girl's room. She was crying but saw him coming for her. She opened her little arms to him. "Oh Bubba! I prayed for an angel! God sent me an angel! He told me your name, Bubba. " she cried, "I'm so scared, Bubba. Momma and daddy...." Bubba couldn't think but couldn't understand where she would get the name, `Bubba.' Later when he ask her about it she said the angel told her, her Bubba was coming to get her. He told her that her `brother' was coming to get her but she couldn't say `brother.' "Let me get you out of here, Sweetheart, and I'll get your parents out. I promise." Bubba wrapped a blanket around the baby girl and carried her out the window. He told her to stay with her brother who was barely breathing but hadn't come around yet. She didn't want her Bubba, her angel to leave her side. By that time Gus and Dora were there and took over the kids. Gus told Bubba it was too late for the parents but Bubba wouldn't listen to him. He ran around to the other side found their bedroom window. Bubba found both parents and handed them out to Gus. Bubba barely hit the ground outside when the entire structure collapsed. Five seconds later and Bubba would have been dead . Bubba and Gus worked on the parents as Dora worked on the boy trying to bring him around. They heard fire trucks in the distance from the volunteer fire department but there wasn't much they could do. They didn't have the machines for saving people like they have today. Bubba wouldn't give up on the boy when everyone told him he was gone. The parents were dead from smoke inhalation and burns. In the meantime the boy, Earl D., had stopped breathing. The firemen had given up on the boy. Bubba kept administering mouth to mouth but he couldn't get the boy to breathe. Suddenly, he heard a voice in his ear,... "Take the boy to the river, plunge his body completely into the water, call upon my name and he will live." Bubba picked up the boy and to everyone's amazement ran the fifty yards or so to the shallows of the river. They heard Bubba say as he ran, "Gotta' get him to the water. Pray for the boy! Now!" Bubba got to the water, waded into it, fell to his knees and submerged the boy. He threw back his head in agony and yelled to the heavens as loud as he could in a mighty voice, "Holy Father, all angels that can hear my prayer. Please come to us and save this boy, this child, my brother's life. I ask in the name of Jesus Christ." Bubba thought he was a fool to be yelling this but he had been told, clear as day, to do it. The other folks were going to think him crazy or worse, a religious fanatic. All of a sudden the boy jerked. His arms and legs were suddenly going in all directions at once trying to get on his feet to get his head to the surface of the water. Bubba quickly raised him choking and sputtering. He held the boy and patted his back to get all the water out as he wretched and coughed. Then the boy started crying and clung to his big brother like the baby girl had done earlier. His Bubba saved his life with the help of a miracle. Several folks had rushed after Bubba to get him to give up or stop. They had no idea what he was doing. They got there just in time to hear Bubba yell at the top of his voice to God and his angels to save the boy. They all witnessed a blueish glow form on the opposite shore, came floating across the water, surround Bubba and the boy underwater. Ten men witnessed the boy begin to move in Bubba's arms. Several waded out to Bubba to help him but Bubba had the situation under control. Gus was in the water by Bubba's side as he released the boy to two firemen to take to shore. Gus grabbed Bubba hugged him close an called him `son.' Bubba broke down in Gus's arms and cried like a baby. Gus who never showed much emotion, did that night. He was strong for his boy, but he sure as hell shed a few tears, too. "Dad, I feel so bad. I couldn't save the Dobbs. Oh Dad...." he cried and cried in Gus's arms as he comforted his boy. Five of the other men that witnessed the miracle waded out to Gus and Bubba and put their arms around the boy for comfort and their approval of his heroic actions. "Son, if you hadn't been sleeping in the barn, saw the fire, was quick thinking enough to take the stallion bareback, the kids wouldn't be alive. You did the right thing, Son and I'm proud of you. Son, you called on the Lord for a miracle and at least ten men witnessed that miracle. No doubt in any man's mind standing here. If you didn't do what that voice told you to do, the boy wouldn't be alive. I'm proud of you boy, proud to call you my `son.'" The other men confirmed what Gus said and took turns hugging Bubba. While it was a sad time, Bubba became a minor celebrity within the small community. The children were well known in the community and nobody wanted to see them sent to an orphanage. >From that day forth, Brenda Lou followed her savior everywhere. She would toddle after him or he would carry her to where he was working. She'd sit in the shade and watch her Bubba work. Sometimes she'd lay on the old quilt Dora gave her to sit on and take a nap. When Bubba got through, he'd piggy back her back to the house. She didn't want Bubba out of her sight. She never asked, she just moved in with the Franz's. Bubba was her's. Her parents left her and went to heaven. She didn't know about heaven but she knew her Bubba was here and now. She could see, touch, feel and love. All the safety, all her need for love and comfort from her parents was immediately switched to her Bubba. If anyone even so much as suggested she might like to live somewhere else, Brenda Lou would scream with fright and run for the protection of her Bubba's big arms. Bubba was sent to her by an angel and she damn well wasn't going to let go of him. He was the angel God sent her. He took her parents to heaven and gave her Bubba in return. He saved her life. He was her Bubba and no one elses. He was her only reason for living. Bubba would hold her by the hour, soothe her, steal a kiss, and tell her everything was going to be all right. The community wanted to keep the kids together. Gus and Dora fell in love with Brenda Lou, too, and asked Bubba how he'd like a little sister? Bubba didn't answer he just smiled real big. They didn't need a verbal answer, they all ready knew how their boy would vote. He didn't want to let go of his little angel either. She'd become a precious treasure to him, Dora and Gus. The neighbors, the Crenshaws, all ready had six boys and figured one more wasn't gonna' be that much more to handle. Besides their oldest boy was the same age as Earl D. and they were inseparable buddies. Earl D. had sat as family at the Crenshaw's table on many occasions and spent the night in their home with his best buddy, Billy Bob, many times. He loved and admired Mr. Crenshaw and thought Mrs. Crenshaw was a saint. Since the two kids were right next door they could see each other any time they wanted. It worked for everyone. Brenda Lou now had eight brothers and fell deeply in love with her big brother `Bubba.' The poor boy that first asked her for a date was scrutinized by two sets of parents and eight brothers. If he made one mistake, God help the boy. Brenda Lou was the first one to call Hershel Franz, `Bubba,' the night he came through her bedroom window. Bubba loved the name. He wasn't sorry to give up the name Hershel. Within six months no one in town knew who Hershel Franz was, but ask them for Bubba and they'd tell you he was the Franz's boy. Bubba took his little sister to school her first day. He made sure she wasn't afraid and checked on her at recess, lunch, and took her by the hand after school to take her safely home. Brenda Lou had a champion that she could go to with any problem and it didn't seem so bad after Bubba listened to her. Bubba was never too busy he couldn't stop what he was doing, let his little sister crawl into his lap and tell him her fears and troubles. Bubba had a way of making her biggest problem seem small and manageable. At first she missed her parents a lot but Dora, Gus and her Bubba gave her lots of love and understanding. Within two years she considered them her family. With her brother's approval, she took their name and became Brenda Lou Franz. Gus and Dora were so proud. They had two of the best kids in the county. Brenda Lou's brother became Earl. D. Crenshaw. One of the Crenshaw boys. The Crenshaws had one more child hoping against hope for a girl. It turned out to be a boy as well. A couple more and they would have had enough for their own football team. Between Bubba, another boy on a ranch across the way, Billy Wayne Moffet, and the six bigger Crenshaw boys they had some wonderful football games between them. They played and worked together all through school. In the fall there were two weeks the boys were always out of school. They were in the fields from sunup to sundown getting in the winter hay for the ranchers. They'd go from ranch to ranch with their dad's until every rancher in their grange got his hay in. The boys and their dads would sleep in the lofts in the barns and the women would take over the house. The women would follow from ranch to ranch to provide three meals a day for a hungry crew of men that were working hard all day long. Ever hear the term, `Eating like a hay hand in mowing season'? Until you've witnessed it you have no idea it's meaning. The larger boys and men would walk along beside a big flat bed trailer usually pulled by several large horses. The hay bailer would've gone before, bailed and wire wrapped the bails. The men would wear gloves and with one hand on one bail and one on another throw them up onto the flat bed where the smaller boys would stack and arrange the load. They would walk beside the large flatbed trailers from early morning, break for lunch, then all afternoon. Their bodies grew unbelievably large in two weeks. It was like two weeks at a weight lifting camp. Their upper body development would double in size from what it was before. It was just the kind of development every small town football coach loved to see. Their upper bodies and arms were so hugely developed they could practically walk over their competition. Unless, of course they were playing another small Texas town were the boys did the same thing. Then they really had to play to win. Gus let Bubba play all four years in high school and he lettered every year. He was offered a scholarship to Texas A&M and SMU but he didn't want to go to college. He wanted to stay home and help Gus another couple of years to get the place in better shape. Then Bubba could leave knowing Gus would have an easier go of it. Besides, he wasn't ready to leave the folks he'd come to love and loved him so much. Especially his little sister, Brenda Lou and the two older Crenshaw boys; Earl D. and Billy Bob. The year after he graduated, the high school was looking for an assistant coach and asked Bubba if he wanted the job. He talked it over with Gus and Dora. They urged him to take it. He'd have plenty of time to help Gus. He always worked more for Gus than he every asked him to. Bubba thought about learning to drive a big rig truck for a living. He thought he might enjoy truck driving. It was just beginning to be a big industry in the U.S. Bubba wanted to make money and save it to buy himself a truck and hit the road. He worked as assistant coach in the small town for five years. He was such close friends and companions with the two Crenshaw boys he wanted them to do their best to attract scouts for the universities. They wanted to go to college and knew their family didn't have the money to put them through. Bubba was going to make damn sure they were offered scholarships. Bubba coached them, drilled them, until they thought they would drop dead in their tracks but their team were state champions the last three years they played and they attracted every scout from all the major universities. Texas University at Austin offered them the best deal and they went for it. They both wanted to become large animal veterinarians. Bubba saved up enough money those five years to afford a down payment on his own rig, but first, Bubba had to learn to drive a truck. They didn't have trucking schools in those days. You found a man that was willing to take you own as a running buddy who would teach you to drive. They would agree to pay a small amount for living expenses but it was barely subsistence. Some drivers would pay more than others. Bubba began to hang around truck stops and met Red Dog. Red Dog liked Bubba and offered to teach him to drive and asked if he wanted to be his running buddy. Bubba jumped at the chance. He drove with Red Dog for a couple of years then bought his own truck. Red Dog was good to Bubba and after six months gave Bubba a third of his profits on any hauls they made. Red Dog was a good looking man but somewhat of a loner. He told Bubba that if he woke in the night and caught him jerking off to roll over and go back to sleep. He'd do the same for Bubba. Men had to relieve themselves sometime. It was natural and he didn't expect Bubba not to if he did it. It happened several times but Bubba never seemed to jack off in front of Red Dog. Bubba was attracted to Red Dog but had never done anything with a grown man before. He and his buddies at home use to suck each other off all the time. Gus caught them one night and tried to talk to Bubba. Bubba begged Gus to let him suck him off `cause he loved his old man. It would be his way of showing Gus how much he loved him. As easy going as Gus was about everything he ended up getting his dick sucked. Got to where old Gus would ask his boy if he'd mind helping him out in the barn for a while in an evening. Bubba would know what his dad needed from of the smile on Gus's face. Bubba was more than willing to help his old man out. He never said `no' to Gus. He loved him and loved playing catcher for his dad. At least Gus would hug Bubba, kiss him and tell him how much he loved and appreciated his boy. That was enough for Bubba. Bubba and Red Dog talked a lot to pass the time. After they'd been running buddies for about six months they were talking one evening and the conversation came around to jacking off. "I don't never see you jacking off, Bubba. Do you jackoff?" "Sure, Red Dog. I mostly do it in the shower. You've caught me several times, you just didn't know it. I never let it bother me, I went ahead and finished." "Years ago I use to have me a running buddy that took care of that for me. I never had to jack off. Best running buddy I ever had but he went off with another trucker as his running buddy. Guess the grass was greener or the dick was bigger." Red Dog laughed. Didn't have a running buddy for a long time after that. Ain't telling you that Bubba to give you no wrong ideas. I don't expect that of any running buddy I take on. It just happened between him and me and it was so good I couldn't say no." Red Dog laughed nervously like maybe he shouldn't have been so honest with Bubba. Bubba was a third again bigger than Red Dog and could've stomped his butt." "Why the hell didn't chu' tell me about that when I went to work for you, Red Dog?" asked Bubba sort of disgusted. Red Dog thought Bubba sounded pissed. "It weren't no big deal, Bubba. It just happened, probably won't never happen again, but I was just being honest and sharing something with you I thought you could handle. Didn't mean no harm. It was more of a compliment." "No harm?! You mean to tell me I could've been sucking that big, fine looking, dick of yours all this time, help'n my buddy out and you didn't let me know? I'd say that's pretty Goddamn selfish of you, Red Dog." Bubba said angrily, then threw back his big head and laughed. "You're joking me, right Bubba? You're just yank'n my chain." "Think you could drive with two broken arms, Buddy?" "I don't want to try, why?" "I ever catch you playing with yourself again, while I'm your buddy, I'll break both of `em!" Red Dog just howled with laughter. " That wouldn't be fair, Bubba, I can't do you back. I just can't bring myself to do it." "Who said anything about you doing me back? Fact is, if you don't know what you're doing I don't want you doing me. I do expect you to let me jack off while I'm doing you or after I take your load laying there with your dick in my mouth, suck'n on it." "Well, I sure as hell don't want to have to learn to drive with two broken arms so I guess you got yourself a deal, Cowboy." Red Dog laughed and offer Bubba his hand to shake. "Let's make it official. There's a rest stop `bout fifteen miles up the road. Pull off, climb in the sleeper, pull your pants down and let your buddy have a big ole taste of the Red Dog. Might as well you're hard as a rock and pissing in your jeans as it is, just a ` think'n `bout it." Bubba howled in laughter at his buddy. Red Dog smiled but didn't say anything. He stomped the accelerator, pedal to the metal, pulled off at the rest stop away from the other trucks and cars. He sat the air breaks and climbed into the sleeper as fast as he could, undid his jeans and shoved them down to his boot tops. Bubba climbed into the sleeper with his running buddy and sucked him off three times; once for Red, once for him and one more for the road. They were the perfect pair of running buddies. Red Dog didn't expect Bubba to relieve him every night. Bubba wouldn't have minded. Took a load of his mind, too. Bubba got to where he could tell when his buddy needed relief. Nothing seemed go right for Red Dog for a couple of days. He'd get irritable, fussy, grumpy and find no humor in life whatsoever. Finally, in desperation, Bubba would look at Red Dog, pull the truck off at a truck stop or a rest area. "Get your Goddamn ass in that sleeper and your jeans better be down around your boot tops or I'm a' gonna' rip those sucker off'n you. You been moan'n and a' gron'n for three damn days. I know my buddy well enough to know what the hell he needs. Not a word! Hit that sleeper, Son!" Red Dog would tuck his tail between his legs, climb into the sleeper, undo and shove his jeans down and be hard as a rock by time Bubba climbed in after him. Bubba would usually get him off two maybe three times to make sure the cure took. Talk about attitude change in a man. Red Dog would be at peace with the wold. Nothing could get to him. He was loving and funny. Bubba would laugh his ass off at his friend. He would never admit it but Red Dog fell hard for Bubba and still loves him. Red Dog heard about a damn good deal on a truck for sale and almost didn't tell Bubba about it because he didn't want to give up his running buddy. Red Dog came to love and care for his buddy more than he was willing to admit. But he knew Bubba wanted his own truck. Red Dog loved Bubba so much if Bubba wanted his own truck, that's what Red Dog wanted for him. The guy was going to lose the truck and all Bubba had to do was take over the payments and in a year the truck would be his. Bubba didn't want to do that, he paid the truck off and it was his, free and clear. Red Dog never knew Bubba had any money. The last night they were together, Bubba sucked off his partner for the last time as running buddies. Then Red Dog surprised the hell out of Bubba when his buddy insisted on doing him. He wasn't very good at it but he did his best and got Bubba off. He even gaged his come down and decided it didn't taste as bad as he thought it might. It was the first night Red Dog ever made love to another man. Red Dog could've kicked his own ass later for not having made love to the big, gentle, loving man that slept by his side so many nights. He didn't understand the love he had riding by his side all that time. After that, Bubba and Red Dog would run into each other and share a room together. Red Dog got better'n better at taking his buddy and never failed to make love to Bubba. He also never failed to tell Bubba if he ever got tired of running solo, come back, run with him and they'd be equal partners. Bubba could keep the books. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The big eighteen wheeler pulled up in front of Mrs. York's rooming house and two big cowboys came running down the stairs from the house. They opened the truck door on Waddie's side and welcomed him. Earl D. and Billy Bob Crenshaw were two of the finest looking cowboys Waddie had ever encountered. "Howdy, Waddie, come on get down out `a that damn truck `for that big ugly man sittin' next to you decides to drive away." Earl D. open his arms to Waddie and laughed at he joke about Bubba. Waddie felt drawn to the good looking cowboy and his brother Billy Bob. He knew these were the men Mr. Urial picked to take care of him. "Now calm yourself, Brother, you don't get him all to yourself,----does he, Waddie? He's too damn good looking for the likes of you anyway!" Waddie was awestruck. He hadn't even been introduced to these two men and here they were fighting over him, joking like old friends. Bubba came around the truck. Earl D. passed Waddie to Billy Bob and grabbed Bubba in a big bear hug. "Damn, Bubba! It's good to see you again! Gimme' a kiss!" Waddie watched as the two men kissed in broad daylight right on the mouth. "Little Sister sends her love. Don't forget she graduates next year and if your not there the Earth will stop spinning on it's axis, Big Brother. That's a plea from all of us who love you and her. It would not be pretty to miss her graduation. She talks about nothing else but her Bubba. If I didn't love you so much, I'd be jealous." Billy Bob put Waddie down and he was grabbed up again by Earl D. "He don't know how to greet a brother, Bubba. Give me a big hug and a kiss. Bubba was laughing like crazy at the two men and did as asked. Billy Bob laughed too. "Damn, Bubba, you get better at that every time we see you. Someone's been teaching you a few new tricks. Eh?" Bubba looked at Waddie and winked. Waddie blushed beet red. The two cowboys looked at each other and both went, "Ahaaa.." "We know who's been teaching that old bear." "It be that handsome young cowpoke you be holding there, Brother. Think he could teach us old cowboys a thing or two?" Earl D. kissed Waddie behind his ear. Waddie giggled like crazy. "I'd be willing to bet that young'un could teach you two hicks more'n a couple of things, wise guys. He sure as hell taught me more'n a couple and I'm seriously thinking about keep'n him on as my running buddy. He's a wonderful little man and good buddy; fine company. I won't be shy with the two of you, old Bubba fell for him, big time. He grabbed a holt' of my old heart and won't give it back. Now you two better be damn good to `em or you're gonna' have to answer to me. Ya' hear?" "He's just in time. We'll get him set up here and we were planing on driving down to Bandera tonight to spend the weekend and be back Sunday night." Waddie looked at Bubba. Bubba knew what the look meant. He told Waddie he was going to unload and come back and spend the night with him before picking up another load tomorrow and heading back. Billy Bob saw the exchange. "Damn, Bro. You do have it bad for this handsome, young man. You were gonna' come back after you unloaded and spend the night with him, weren't you?" Bubba and Waddie blushed in unison as Bubba winked at him. "No problem. Come'mon back and have dinner with us. We'll get the young'un set up and come spend the night. You get up at the crack of dawn anyway. We'll get up and head out tomorrow morning. Don't make us no never mind. How's that sound to you, Waddie?" "Great, Guys! I was a' praying I'd have one more night in my big Grizzly's arms. It's tough to let him go. He weren't the only man in that truck what fell in love. He's my hero...and I ain't ashamed to tell no body I love him." Waddie said with pride looking directly into Bubba's eyes. "Woah! Bubba, this man's serious! We hear ya,' Waddie. We understand! The reason I'm standing here today holding you is because that man risked his life to pull me and my baby sister out of a burning house. He went back for our parents and damn near lost his life getting them out. Even though he got `em out it was too late for them. I was dead and Bubba wouldn't give up on me, took me to the river, Baptized me, call on the Lord for a miracle and I came to life. Of course I was underwater when I came to and thought he was trying to drown me. He raised me right up and held me as I was choking and coughing but I was breathing. You gotta' love a man that would risk his life for you." "Hell, he's done a lot for all of us. He's helped me an my Brother, here, through school. Sends us money when we most need it. We never know how he figures out we're busted but the next morning they'll be a note from Bubba with money in it. He's our greatest fan. We can hear him in stands over thousand of people. "ALL RIGHT CRENSHAWS, GET OFF YOUR DEAD ASS'S AND SCORE! We know better'n not to! We can take the fans disappointment but then we have to face him; neither Earl D. nor me can do that! We don't like to disappoint our big Bubba. If that weren't bad enough, we got Little Sister and six little bothers to rag our ass's when we get home." The three big men fell out laughing at Billy Bob's statement. "Ah, you guys don't have to change your plans for me." Bubba said. "Are you kidding, did you see the look in that young man's eyes when you said that. If you promised him you'd be back tonight you damn well better be back. Right, Brother?" "He's rarely right about anything, but he scored one for the home team on that one, Bubba. Don't you worry, Cowboy. He'll be back. Think you can put up with us `til then?" "Two fine looking cowboys like you and your brother. I think I might be able to handle it. If'n my running buddy loves you I don't have no choice but to love you." "You guys come on in. Bubba you ain't never met Mrs. York, have ya'?" Bubba shook his head and walked up the stairs with the two big men. Waddie was in love again. Damn, they were two good looking men. "Ms. York! We got company. We got our big brother and our littlest brother here to meet you and our littlest is gonna' be staying with us a while." Ms. York came in wiping her hands on her apron. Took one look at Bubba and opened her arms. She gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "You guys didn't miss,...he looks like a bear." she declared. She turned her attention to Waddie and saw his bruised face and fading black eye. A tear came to her eyes as she silently took him into her arms and just held him. "The boys told me but I want to see how bad it really is. You shy about it, Son?" "No Ma'am, just embarrassed that my dad would do this to me." Waddie turned around undid his jeans and dropped them for Ms. York and the two men to see. "Oh my God!" said Ms. York. as tears started running down her face. Earl D. and Billy Bob were visibly shaken and shed a tear or two. She once again took Waddie into her arms and held him. "I fully understand your embarrassment, Waddie. These two yahoos will take good care of you, trust me! They may act like a pair of idiots but they got good hearts and you can put your trust in `em. Now, you men get washed up we're about to have lunch. Bubba you and Waddie are my guest for lunch. I'll ring the bell in about fifteen minutes." she said then walked back to the kitchen. "Well, that's it, Bubba!" stated Earl D., "You gotta' stay for lunch. You don't turn Ms. York down when she say's you're her guest. She means it!" The two men laughed with glee at their big brother. They had a wonderful lunch with Ms. York. Only one other student was there. The others had gone home for the weekend. He was a graduate student working on his master's degree in English Lit. He was a nice looking man but was obviously taken with the three big men at the table and Waddie. "You've all heard the story of Cinderella and her wicked step-sisters. Well, Waddie had a wicked step-mother, sister and brother who ganged up on him to frame him for things his step-brother would do. His dad would then beat him into lying that he committed the offence he was being punished for. Then his dad would feel resolved of any guilt for beating him because he finally beat a confession out of him. Shades of the inquisition. Anyway, Waddie and his buds, his three brothers would devise devilishly clever and enormously funny pranks to get back at his step-brother, step-sister, and step-mother as well. They're so funny, he told two of them at the truck stop we stopped at last night to an audience of thirty-five or forty people and they laughed their ass's off, then stood and applauded him when he finished. If that weren't enough, the owner/manager of the place picked up our checks and paid for our meals. They were on the house. Now how often do you have a ten year old man for a running buddy that can tell such an outrageously funny story he gets your steak dinner, complete with dessert, paid for by the owner. Sid, the owner, shook Waddie's hand and told him he earned the meals for both of us and to come back anytime. Don't be embarrassed, Son, if your running buddy crows a little about his buddy." "I'd sure like to hear one of your stories, Waddie." said the graduated student named Paul. His name was Paul Lester. "Waddie's stories are epic in proportion Mr. Lester." said Bubba, "I'm sure he'd be happy to tell one some evening when you have everyone around the table here to listen. People's reaction is half the joy of listening to his stories. I made him quit telling me one before he got to the best part because I was laughing so hard I was afraid I'd wreck the truck. I had to pull off at a rest area to pull myself together and told him to tell the rest at the truck stop over dinner. I knew it would be funny but I've never seen truckers laugh that hard and long at anyone's story. Everyone in the place was on the floor." "Damn, Brother! We got this talented little man for our running buddy all weekend. I'll just bet he sits a pretty good horse too." "Better'n pretty good, Earl D." State junior rodeo champion roper two years in a row now. In fact, he and his brother are so good they won't let them compete next year. They have to compete with the big boys." said Bubba with pride. Billy Bob whispered something to Earl D. "Naw, I wouldn't think so..." Earl D. turned to Waddie, "you're not W.C. Lovejoy are you, Waddie?" Earl D. asked raising an eyebrow. Bubba smiled real big. "Yes, Sir. That'ud be me." "Holy, ....excuse me Ms. York! I almost slipped at the table. We've watched you and your brother rope at the rodeo in Mason about a year ago. Beat our little bother's pants off `em. I don't think Billy Bob and I could beat you and your brother,---- Gip...is that his name? Gip Justin, I believe?" "Yes, Sir. He'd be my brother." Waddie couldn't hold back one tear that rolled down his cheek. Bubba saw it and wiped it away with his napkin. He put his big arm around Waddie and hugged him close. "He talked to his brother on the phone last night and he misses him. They're as close or closer than you two." "Well, you're right, Bubba. He sits a damn good horse. Better'n me or my brother. What other fine things will we find out about this handsome young cowpoke, Bubba." "Enid Justin of Justin Boots is Waddie's----" "She's my Uncle Enid." Waddie said without flinching. Everyone at the table laughed including Ms. York. She got that one. "Really? She's becoming a wealthy woman. She ever give you any boots, Waddie?" "Only twelve pair so far; each. Twelve for me, twelve for my brother. My other brothers have at least six pair apiece from her. My Uncle Buck has twelve or fifteen. Every deputy sheriff has at least six to eight pair from her and my other dad, Dan Justin, her second cousin, has a closet full. Gip and I lost count at thirty-five. Every birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, here she comes with a truck load with everybody's size. She's a wonderful, generous and thoughtful lady...we all love our Uncle Enid and don't allow nobody to talk bad about her." "Good for you and your brothers, Waddie!" exclaimed Ms. York. "She may be a little different but so are we all. We have to love the things within us that bind us together into a family and sometime it goes further than blood or differences. Sometime it can be as simple as two hearts loving each other." After lunch the men took Waddie and Bubba upstairs to their big room. There was a good size vacant room across the way with a large bed in it. Bubba wanted to know if he could rent that room for Waddie. It was large enough that if he wanted to stop by to stay a night with his buddy he could. "Probably can. Be good for us to have him across the hall. We thought he'd stay with us but he can stay where ever he's the most comfortable. I'm sure she gets thirty a month for that room and she wants forty for his board. Why don't you go down and talk to her while we get to know our new little brother. She's easy to talk to." Bubba went down to talk with Ms. York and pay for Waddie's room and board. Ms. York was a generous and kind lady. She was going to let Waddie stay with the boys in their room and put a single roll away bed in there for him. When she found out that Bubba might like to stay a night or two with his charge then she understood why Bubba wanted Waddie to have a room of his own. She wanted thirty for the room but she was willing to give him a break on Waddie's board. She'd only charge half because the kid couldn't eat that much. Bubba laughed and assured her, he'd seen the boy pack away some food. She might regret not charging him the full amount. Bubba insisted on paying the full amount in case he might want to take a meal or two with them. Ms. York agreed that would be fine. She was glad to have Waddie and Bubba. Bubba paid her and she gave him a receipt for the room and Waddie's board. She handed him a set of clean sheets, pillow cases, two pillows, and a couple of light weight blankets. The bed all ready had a chenille spread on it. Bubba took the bed clothes upstairs and helped Waddie make the bed. Bubba sat down with his brothers and Waddie to talk. "Waddie you have almost three hundred dollars from the first truck stop. Here's another two hundred from the truck stop last night. Darrell took up a collection and gave it to me before we left." Bubba said as he handed Waddie the money. Waddie got tears in his eyes. "I hope you paid Ms. York out of this." "No, Son. That's on me. You never know when you might need that money in the next month or so. One thing you need is some clothes. Would you guys mind taking him out this afternoon so's he can buy some jeans, t-shirts, and a couple of nice shirts. I'd sure appreciate it." "No problem, Brother, we were just gonna' sit around here all afternoon anyway. We'll take him to the Western store we go to called The `Hitch'n Post.' The owner and your Uncle Enid are old friends, Waddie." Bubba said goodbye to his little buddy, his two brothers and promised he'd be back before six in the evening. Waddie hugged, kissed Bubba and thanked him for the room and his new friends. Bubba left with a full heart knowing he was going to have one more night with his little running buddy. End Part 13 Cabbage Patch Cowboy Copyright 2002 Waddie Greywolf Questions/comments to: >