Drawn West

By Jim002

Jim002@outlook.com

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Ten

"Look at how his eyes lit up," Pa said, to Rafe and Joe.

"You sure taught him to enjoy a man's pecker," Joe said.

"Pa taught me that at school," I said.

Pa chuckled.

"I shoulda gone to school!" Joe said.

We laughed.

"You wouldn't have been able to enjoy your male relatives as much," Pa said.

Joe nodded.

"Pa liked for me to just look at his erection for a few minutes," I told them.

"That true?" Rafe asked Pa.

Pa looked a little embarrassed.

"He lusted after it intensely," Pa said. "By the time I let him have it, he was in a frenzy."

"Damn!" Rafe said. "You was teasing your son with your meat!"

"I guess I was. But I always gave him what he wanted," Pa said.

"You was a good pa," Joe said. He was serious. "My pa and me was close. Closer'n him and Tom."

I moved next to Joe and put my arm around him. He bent down and kissed me. I found myself getting hard. While we kissed, I felt for his pecker and felt it stiffen. When we pulled apart, Pa and Rafe were kissing. Pa had his hand down inside Rafe's longjohns and wrapped around Rafe's giant pecker. While I watched Pa and Rafe, I rubbed and squeezed Joe's cock. Joe gave mine a squeeze.

"Ya like lookin at em, don't ya?" he asked me.

"Yeah, I do."

Joe surprised me when he picked me up like I weighed nothing and carried me over to the bed. He put me on it and then climbed on top of me. I moaned as his body pressed me into the bed. Then Joe kissed me like I've never been kissed before. It clear knocked every thought out of my head. All I was aware of was the weight of his body on mine and his tongue in my mouth. When he finally ended the kiss, he smiled at me and I was madly in love. Joe chuckled.

"What?"

"You like me a little," he said.

I laughed. The laughter died when Joe said, "I love you, Daryl."

"I love you, Joe."

He just nodded. I guess he could tell.

"Look over there," he said to me.

I turned my head. Rafe was greasing up Pa's ass!

"Are you going to fuck Pa?" I asked Rafe.

"No," Pa said.

At the same time, Rafe said, "Yes."

"You two better decide quick," Joe said.

I laughed.

With two fingers inside Pa's add, Rafe reached for a bottle of whiskey that was on the floor next to them. He handed it to Pa.

"Rafe, you're too big!" Pa said.

"You's just too sober," Rafe said to Pa.

All of us laughed.

Pa looked at me.

"How do you feel about this? Are you going to think less of me?" he asked.

"No, Pa. But Rafe is big. Why not let Joe fuck you, first?"

"Don't want to," Joe said. He looked at me. "You're my baby boy."

I smiled at him.

Joe and I watched Pa and Rafe from bed. Joe sat up so he could see better. I played with Joe's pecker and balls while we watched.

"This is fun!" I said.

All three men laughed.

"It would be more fun if Rafe was about to fuck you!" Pa said.

"We may have to wait. You're so damn tight, my pecker ain't hard enough to force it in!" Rafe said.

"What a shame!" Pa said.

I laughed.

"Oh, baby! Don't be like that," Rafe said, as he kissed Pa. Those two men had their arms wrapped around each other. I had a pang of jealousy, despite the fact that I had Joe's stiff pecker in my hand. Joe lay down and pulled me down next to him.

"That bother you?" he asked softly.

I sighed.

"A little."

"I figerred that. You got me, baby boy. I'm plain crazy about you. Sleepin with you in my arms last night was pure 'nough heaven," Joe said.

I smiled at Joe and stroked his cheek. He kissed me, again. I forgot all about Pa and Rafe.

A few minutes later, I felt the bed shake. "It's my turn," Pa said. Joe stopped kissing me and Pa took his place. Joe got off the bed while Pa and me kissed. A few minutes later, Pa pulled away and whispered, "You're mine in a way you can never be theirs."

I thought about that.

"You're my pa."

Pa nodded.

"My pecker may go visiting, but it's only home when it's inside my boy."

I groaned.

"That's true, no matter what happens, Daryl. We will always be together."

"I love you, Pa."

Pa lay on top of me, like Joe had. We looked into each other's eyes before he kissed me.

"We goin to town?" Rafe asked, after a couple of minutes.

Pa pulled away and smiled at me. I smiled back.

"I love you, son."

I was happy. Pa climbed off me and we all got dressed. I took Missy outside. Joe came with me.

"I wonder if Tom will be at Harry's," I said to Joe.

"He lives there," Joe said.

I had just assumed Tom had his own place somewhere.

"Oh. Well, good. How do you think he would feel if I told him I wanted to draw his pecker?"

Joe grinned at me.

"I think he be might prouder than a rooster with a dozen hens. Do that! Will you make one for me?"

"Sure. I'll draw it when we get back from town."

"No. Want a picture of Tom's pecker."

"Oh! I guess you have happy memories of it."

Joe nodded.

"After Pa died, it was a comfort for me havin it. Don't think Tom minded given me comfort."

I wasn't sure it was proper to laugh. After all, he was talking about his father's death. But laughter came out, anyway.

"I guess you hoped the two of you would stay together, for always," I said.

"Ever minute of ever day! We was even closer after Pa died. But Tom started chasin women." Joe sighed. "My heart broke." He shrugged.

Pa joined us outside. It was very cold and I began shivering.

"Do you think I should take Missy with us to town?" I asked Pa.

"Are you going to ride Danny?"

"I forgot about Danny. Now how could I do that?"

"You've got Rafe, Joe, Missy, and me on your mind," Pa said.

I smiled. "That's true."

I shivered some more."

"Are you going to draw at Harry's?"

"Oh. Yes. Harry might not want a dog in his saloon," I said. Pa nodded.

"I'll get your horse," Joe said.

"Daryl, you seem chilled," Pa said.

"I am."

"You don't have enough fat on your bones. I think you should ride the wagon with me. You'll get even colder on Danny," Pa said. "I don't want you getting sick."

I nodded. I thought he was right. It would be colder on Danny. Sitting between Pa and Rafe would be a lot warmer.

"Joe?" Pa called. "Come on back."

"Yeah?" Joe said.

"Daryl is going to ride on the wagon. He's going to catch a chill."

Joe nodded.

Everyone was ready. Pa and I got on Rafe's wagon while Rafe and Joe checked on the livestock. Pa put a blanket around us and I snuggled next to Pa. I was instantly much warmer.

"Are you happy, son?"

"Oh, yes, Pa. Very, very happy."

Pa tilted my face up and pressed his mouth to mine. I opened my mouth when I felt his tongue. We wrapped our arms around each other. I loved having Pa's tongue in my mouth. I had no idea why. Of course, I loved having his pecker inside me, too. Maybe it was the same thing.

"Damn! Damn!" Rafe said from very close by.

"Look at em go!" Joe said.

We continued kissing through that and through the sound of the horses being hitched to the wagon.

Pa pulled away while Joe and Rafe climbed into the wagon. Pa pulled the blanket off and pulled me onto his lap. Joe sat beside us.

"Wrap the blanket around us, will you Joe?"

"Shore."

I was completely warm and contented. Rafe got into the wagon and we got started.

"I love you, boy," Pa said into my ear.

I smiled. I rested my head on his warm shoulder.

"What was it like growing up with your father and Tom?" Pa asked Joe. "Did he treat you like his wife?"

"Nah. Pa didn't talk about sex. He'd ask me ta help him out, with his big pecker in my face. Tom once told me my job was milkin anything that needed to be milked."

"Oh, lord!" I said.

"With Tom's pecker in your face?" Rafe asked.

"Yup."

Pa chuckled. "I bet my boy would have loved that job!"

I grinned at Pa and nodded.

"But he fucked you, right?" I asked.

"Hell yes! A few years ago, I heard a man complainin' his wife only wanted it once a week. Pa wanted it a couple of times a day. He didn't talk about it, but he sure wanted a lot. Once I was old enough to shoot, I wanted it even more often. I'd stroke maself with Pa's big pecker inside me and shoot ten feet. Once Pa whispered in my ear to hit Tom. I hit his face with my spunk." We all laughed. "You'da thunk it was boilin water from the way Tom acted. Like he didn't coat my face with his cream, regular," Joe said, laughing.

"I say Pa didn't treat me like a wife, but I don't know how he treated my ma. I cain't say fer sure."

"Did he tell you to take care of Tom?" Pa asked.

"I cain't remember. Maybe or maybe Tom asked. But I wanted to play with Tom's pecker. I love peckers, mine and everone elses. Ain't nothin better."

"We all love em," Rafe said.

"Who needs toys!" I said.

The men laughed.

"They was my toys, growin up," Joe said. "And I could play with them whenever I wanted. It made the both of them happy when I walked up and pulled their peckers out."

Pa nodded.

"So how did things end with Tom," I asked Joe.

Joe sighed.

"I tell you the truth. I was in love with Tom. Ifin Tom hada asked me to spend the rest of my life with him, I'd a done it. But Tom got interested in women and it hurt to know he'd been with one."

"You jealous?" Rafe asked.

"Yeah. I got used to it, but it hurt. Tom didn't want to farm and I ain't no farmer. Not long after Pa, died, we both left. I went to Deadwood and Tom started working for Harry. That was afore Harry opened the saloon."

Things got quiet. I rested my head on Pa's shoulder and fell asleep. Pa woke me when we were close to the town. I sat back up. I smiled when I realized I could feel Pa's stiff pecker under me.

The town was busy. I saw a bunch of rigs tied up along the street. I was surprised. I guess I expected it to be empty, because it was Christmas. We passed the Golden Bone. I saw quite a few men inside. We stopped near Joe Carpenter's store.

"I'm going in there," Pa said, indicating the general store.

"Me, too," Rafe said. "We need some more things for the house."

"Let me pay for some of it. I have lots of money," I said.

None of the men liked that idea.

"Save it. Buy something for yourself," Pa said.

Joe and Rafe nodded their heads.

"You all think of me as a kid," I said. I was bothered, to tell the truth.

"I think of you as my wife," Pa whispered into my ear. Joe whispered the exact same thing in my other ear.

My annoyance disappeared, instantly. I figured all three men thought of me that way. That meant things might never change. But then a happy thought occurred to me. I could buy them gifts with my money.

"I'm goin in the saloon with Daryl," Joe said.

Pa nodded.

We climbed down off the rig. Joe and I crossed the street and walked into Harry's saloon. There were about a dozen men inside. The piano player was playing a Christmas tune and Mavel and Daisy were singing. A man I didn't recognize had his arm around Daisy's waist. As we got closer, I could see how he was looking at her. If I wasn't mistaken, he was in love with her! It just never occurred to me that that could happen. But then I remembered Manuel left town with one of his customers. I wondered if it happened, often. Maybe so. Maybe it happened to all of them (except Ann).

Tom and Harry were at the bar, talking to George. We walked over to them. Tom turned and grinned at us.

"Merry Christmas!" I said.

"You, too!" Tom said to us. Joey hugged his brother. I wasn't sure if I should hug him. I wanted to, but I worried people would wonder why I was hugging a man.

"I've got something for you, Daryl," Harry said.

"But you gave me a Christmas present, already," I said.

"You gave me one, too! The pictures all sold!"

I shook my head in amazement, as Harry reached into his pocket. He handed me some money. I didn't bother counting it. I just stuck it in my pocket.

"Do you think we could sell them in Chicago?" I asked.

Harry burst out laughing.

"Well, damnation! You're a young man who thinks big, aren't you?" Harry asked.

"I guess so," I said, shrugging.

"Speakin of damnation, why don't we try Deadwood, first," Tom suggested.

I grinned. "That sounds great!"

Harry nodded his head.

"Without me, you'll make more," Harry said. "But I want you to be very careful when you're there. It can be a dangerous place."

"I want you involved," I said. "I don't want to try to sell them myself."

Harry seemed surprised.

"Well, I do go to Deadwood twice a month," he said. "I suppose I could do it. Are you certain? Joey or your father could sell them."

"They are going to be working on our house."

Joey nodded.

"Then I will!" Harry said. "I suppose we have a business together." I nodded. "Money money money!" Harry said.

Tom laughed.

"Tom, can I speak to you? Privately?" I asked. I wanted him to know that I hadn't forgotten him. And the fact was, seeing him again made me want him, again.

"Sure."

Tom led me to the kitchen. It was empty.

"What is it? Is it about Joey?"

"Uh. No. I…I guess you know how I feel about you."

Tom stopped looking concerned. He looked pleased.

"Yeah. I think so."

"Could I draw a picture of your stiff pecker?" I asked, softly. "Joey and I both want to look at it."

Tom grinned.

"Or even better, a picture of you naked," I said.

Tom's grin grew bigger.

"Will you let Joey fuck you while you look at my picture?" he whispered in my ear.

I groaned and Tom chuckled.

"Is that a picture you'd buy if you saw it for sale?" he asked.

That question surprised me.

"If I didn't draw it?"

He nodded.

"I would."

I was definitely making Tom happy. I'm not sure he looked like a rooster with a dozen hens, but he was pleased.

"Sure, Daryl. You can draw me."

I smiled.

"It will be a terrific Christmas present for me," I said.

Tom laughed.

"You may have ta suck on my pecker to get it hard for the picture, boy," he whispered.

"I was really hoping I'd have to do that," I said.

Tom laughed.

"That can be part of your gift," he said.

"The best part!" I added.

Tom shook his head, grinning.

"Here I thought the best part was the milk I's giving you," he said, grinning. I groaned and nodded my head. He looked even more pleased.

"How is you and Joey getting on?"

"Great! I'm crazy about him!" I said.

Tom sighed. That seemed to make him happiest.

"That there's my gift," Tom said. "You take good care of him and I'll be happy."

"I will, I promise."

"Let's go upstairs. You can draw me now."

I grinned.

We left the kitchen. Tom asked Joey to come with us. Tom led us up the stairs. Tom went to room 7, which would have been my room, had I lived at the saloon. When he closed the door, he started undressing. Joey started undressing, too.

"Someday, I would love to draw a picture of Joe sucking his big brother," I said.

Joe groaned. I looked at him.

"Do you hate the idea?" I asked.

"No! I want to do it, ifin Tom will," Joe said.

"Damnation, boy! You look so all fired innocent!" Tom said to me, as he continued pulling his clothes off. He looked at his brother. "You sure you want to do it? You got Daryl, now."

"I want to do it, Tom. I do," Joe said.

"I already promised Daryl ma milk."

"That's OK. After you feed it to me, I'll kiss Joe while it's still in my mouth," I said.

They both said, "Damnation!" at the same time. I laughed.

"You is a nasty little boy. Joey shore is lucky," Tom said. Joe seemed to agree. He bent down and kissed me.

"Let's show my big brother what it's like to have two mouths on his meat."

"Damnation!"

Tom's pecker was out. He was hard. Joey and I both knelt in front of him. Joe and I did to Tom what Pa and I had done to Joe. We licked and sucked on him and kissed while the head of Tom's pecker was in our mouths. Tom's breathing was heavy and he kept saying 'Damnation', softly. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Who's that?" Tom asked.

"Harry."

Joey opened the door. I started to get up, but Harry slid into the room and closed the door.

"What are they doing to you?" Harry asked.

"Both suckin my meat."

Joe pulled my head back to his brother's cock. We began sucking him, again. I heard clothes rustling. I looked and saw Harry had pulled his meat out.

"Go ahead," Harry said to me. "I just want to watch."

We continued working on Tom's pecker. While we did, Harry spoke.

"How does it feel?"

"I ain't felt nothing like it," Tom said. "I wish the girls would do it."

Harry sighed. "Yeah."

"Why don't you order them to?" I asked.

Tom and Harry laughed. I didn't know why it was funny.

"Considering what they do for a living, you'd think it would be simple. But the fact of the matter is that not one of my girls is overly fond of sex. And there's nothing they hate more than sucking a man," Harry said.

"They just lie there, spread their legs a little, and hope it's over real soon," Tom said.

"That's not to say there aren't women who would do it, and maybe even enjoy it," Harry said. "But this is a small town and I can't be too choosy."

"There ain't none of them whores because they love sex," Tom said.

"True," Harry said. "They're whores because the alternatives are worse."

We went back to licking Tom's pecker. I think Tom's sighs and groans excited both Joe and me. Joe stopped sucking briefly to give me a passionate kiss. After it, we smiled at each other before we put our tongues back to work on Tom's hardon.

"Make him shoot, boys. We need to get back downstairs," Harry said. I was disappointed. I wanted to draw a picture of Tom. But then I realized I could do that any day.

Joe began sucking his big brother by himself. A minute later, when Tom cursed and groaned, I knew he was shooting. I gently played with Tom's balls while he did. Joe pulled off him and pressed his mouth to mine. I groaned as Joe pushed his brother's milk into my mouth with his tongue.

"That's it. Share my cream with your boy," Tom said.

Joe moaned. Our tongues began caressing each other in a kiss. Both were coated with Tom's semen.

"Unbelievable, boss," I heard Tom said.

"It looked that way. You are a lucky man, Tom," Harry said. "I'm sure they'll both do that to you as often as you like. You know they're both crazy about you."

"Damnation!"

It was true that we'd do it as often as he liked. But while I liked Tom a lot, it was Joe I was crazy about.

Joe pulled away from the kiss. "I love you, boy," he said.

I smiled. "I love you."

"Hot damn!" Tom said. "I'm mighty happy for you, little brother!"

Joe grinned.

Tom got dressed. Before he put his pretty pecker away, he rubbed it on my face. I grinned at him. Then he and Harry left.

"That sure was fun," I said to Joe.

He grinned at me. Then he got a serious expression. "I was afeared Harry would ask us to do it to him."

"You don't want to?"

"No." Joe got silent and he wasn't smiling.

"What is it, Joe?"

"It's Harry who done it."

"Done, I mean did, what?"

"He got Tom to likin women."

That surprised me.

"How can you make someone like something?" I asked. I was genuinely puzzled.

"By talkin it up. Sayin how all fired wonderful somethin is. Makin you believe it."

"Oh."

I was a little ashamed of being glad things didn't work out for Joe and his brother. Joe wouldn't be mine if Harry hadn't interfered.

"You like Harry," Joe said.

"I do." I reached out and stroked Joe's cheek. I could tell that pleased him.

"If Harry hadn't done that, I would never have found you," I said. Joe looked thoughtful for a moment. Then he nodded. "And I'm so glad I found you, Joe."

"Yeah. I really wanted a boy of ma own to fuck."

Joe took me in his arms and kissed me. His stiff pecker was sticking out of his pants. I took it in my hand and stroked it while we kissed. Pa, as Dan, liked me to do that to him. He called it a proper kiss. Dan had told me that a proper kiss involved his pecker, as well as his mouth. Joe seemed to like it, too. His pecker was wet from his excitement. Joe pulled away and grinned at me. But I got to thinking about whether Joe would be happier with his brother than he would be with me.

"What is it, baby boy?" Joe asked, concerned.

"Can I ever make you as happy as Tom makes you?" I asked him.

Joe thought about it.

"I guess you already does, boy. We slept with ma pecker in you last night, somethin I could never do with Tom. You need the milk from my balls to grow up proper. I want to be needed."

I stroked his cheek, again. "You are so handsome," I told him.

He looked shy and shook his head.

"Does you like me more than Tom?"

I laughed.

"Are you serious? I'm madly in love with you. I like Tom a lot."

Joe hugged me.

"I guess I should get some drawing done," I said.

"Nah. It's Christmas. Draw nekkid ladies tomorrow."

I laughed.

"But my art makes wonderful Christmas gifts for horned up men!" I said, still laughing.

"You'se the best gift for a horned up man!"

I smiled. "I do love man-milk!"

"That’s good. You know, Ben down at the Golden Bone would let you nurse on his bone. And he's got right tasty milk," Joe said.

"Really?"

"Yup. It's what he calls his pecker."

"What is?"

"The golden bone," Joe said.

My mouth fell open. I was completely shocked. The man named his saloon after his cock? Did everyone in town know that? I couldn't wait to tell Pa. I remembered Harry said he saw Ben fucking a woman on the bar. Ben was showing off the golden bone to his customers. It occurred to me that everyone in town had seen Ben's cock, but me. That was so unfair! Who would appreciate it more than me? Then I almost laughed. I remembered Marigold from Joe Carpenter's store. I bet she never saw the golden bone! Just a bunch of drunk men had seen it, and they were probably looking only at the woman. Ben Davis wanted me to have his bone. He rubbed it against me.

"I want to suck him," I said to Joe.

Joe nodded. "Good. That's real good. I'll fuck your ass while you give suck." I groaned. "Ben will like that."

"So will I!" I said.

Joe chuckled.

"Now don't tell my brother or Harry I been with Ben." I thought about that, before nodding. "Let's go see if your pa and Rafe is done."

I nodded. We put our peckers away and left the room.

Downstairs was more crowded. It looked like Christmas was a good day for the saloon. The customers all seemed to be laughing and singing.

Pa and Rafe were standing at the bar, drinking. We walked over to them.

"Did you get some drawing done?" Pa asked me.

"No. I decided not to."

"Good!"

"It's a big crowd," I said.

"It's where folks without no family comes for Christmas," Rafe said. "I spent last Christmas here."

I nodded.

I stood on my toes and whispered in Pa's ear. "Do you know what the Golden Bone is named after?"

"No. And why are we whispering?" he whispered back.

"It's what the owner, Ben Davis calls his pecker," I whispered.

Pa burst out laughing.

"That cannot be true!"

"It is, according to Joey. I believe him. You haven't met Ben. I have."

I saw Pa whisper to Rafe. Rafe shook his head. Then Rafe looked shocked.

"That's wonderful!" Pa said, aloud.

Joe and I laughed.

"You shore?" Rafe asked Joe.

Joe nodded.

"He done told me."

Rafe shook his head, again.

"We should name yours," I said to Pa. I looked down at his crotch so he'd know what I meant.

He grinned.

"He's your special friend. You should name him," Pa said to me.

The perfect name came to mind.

"His name is Dan," I said.

Pa laughed.

"Dan it is!"

"Incredible Dan," I added.

"Even better," Pa said, laughing.

I looked at Pa's crotch. He was boning up. I looked up at Pa. He knew what I wanted.

"We need to go," Pa said to Rafe. Rafe nodded and finished the rest of his drink. I looked around for Harry to tell his we were leaving. But Tom walked over to us and we told him.

"I'll do some drawing tomorrow," I said to Tom.

Tom nodded.

"You give me a fine present," Tom said to me. He winked at me.

"There are twelve days of Christmas," I said, smiling.

Joe burst out laughing and slapped his thigh.

"Oh ma lord! I hope my heart can stand it!" Tom said, laughing.

"You agree with him bout twelve days?" Tom asked Joe.

"You bet!" Joe said, grinning at his brother.

"Damnation! I am one lucky fella."

I glanced at Tom's crotch and saw he was stiffening. He seemed to like the idea. Joe whispered something in his brother's ear, while they both looked at me. Tom nodded his head, slowly, as Joe whispered to him.

"Sure. I was thinking bout it, anyways," Tom said to Joe, loud enough for me to hear. Then Tom whispered something to Joe. Joe grinned.

We said goodbye to Tom and left the saloon.

"Let's go see if it's there," Rafe said to Pa.

"If what is?" I asked.

"A chair at Carpenter's store," Rafe said.

"It's used, but he said it was in good shape. We'll be right back," Pa said to Joe and me. "You can come with us, but it's a pretty frantic place."

I nodded. "I'll wait here."

Pa nodded. He and Rafe crossed the street.

Annabelle walked out of Carpenter's. I waved at her and she waved back. Pa and Rafe stopped to talk to her. I wondered if they were buying something with the money we'd given them for Christmas. I hoped so.

Pa, Rafe, and Annabelle walked into the store.

I looked at Joe.

"What were you saying to Tom?" I asked Joe.

"I told him I wanted him to let you take a suck on him ever day for his milk."

I was surprised, but pleased. Tom had said 'sure'!

"Thanks, Joe. But I know you like your brother's milk, too," I said.

"But you need it, boy."

Then he whispered, "I told him I'd suck his nuts while you suck his pecker."

"That's terrific!"

Joe chuckled.

"Brother Tom wants to watch your pappy screw you."

I grinned at Joe.

"Maybe it will make his pecker hard enough to shoot in my mouth," I said.

"It will. I gots to tell ya. You got Tom thinkin bout man sex, again. I'm real glad, boy…son."

I liked being called Joe's son.

"Me, too. He's not as handsome as you, but he is handsome."

Joe grinned at me.

"I want you to keep his nuts drained so he don't think none bout girls," Joe whispered. "Keep him thinking about man sex."

"It's a nice thought, but he has to be willing. And he's surrounded by women."

Joe nodded.

"First things gettin him to watch you and your pappy. Get to remindin him how he liked watching Pa do me. Then we's get him to fuck you."

"You want him to join our family," I said.

Joe sighed.

"He be family, but yeah. I didn't like losin him, and I want him back!"

I understood how Joe felt, but I didn't think it would work. Tom liked girls and I didn’t think the fact that his balls might be drained would change that. If he would rather fuck a woman than me, how could I change that? But I could see it was important to Joe. I was definitely willing to help. Maybe watching all of us have sex would make him want to join in. Joe probably knew Tom better than anyone, certainly better than me.

"I'll do whatever you want."

Joe grinned.

I looked down the street as four men walked into the Golden Bone.

"Do you like Ben?" I asked Joe.

"Yeah. Nice guy. Like him better'n Harry. Ol Ben's nasty as sin. Told me he fucked a dog in the ass, once, when he was a kid."

I laughed. "Oh, no! The poor dog! He's lucky the dog didn't bite it off."

Joe laughed for a long time. "Yup!"

"He rubbed his hard pecker against me when I met him," I said.

Joe chuckled. "That's Ben! Don't tell no one, but he got me drunk once and came real close to fucking me."

I didn't quite understand. If it didn't happen, it just almost happened, why was it a secret?

"You didn't want him to do it?"

"I don't get fucked," Joe said. "Not even by Tom. Not no more. I don't like it."

"Oh. Is it wrong for me to like it?"

Joe looked shocked.

"Hell, no, it ain't wrong! It just ain't fer me."

"Oh."

A man walking down the street saw Joe and stopped. He looked at Joe, nodded, and then started walking again. I waited a minute to ask.

"You know him?"

"Yeah. Called me a girlie boy. I beat him up good," Joe said, grinning.

"Oh."

It occurred to me how little I knew about Joe. But I decided it would be fun to find out. It was also a reminder that what I was doing with Pa, Rafe, Joe, and Tom could get you lynched.

"I bet your pecker's better than his, too."

Joe laughed.

"I ain't goin ta find out!"

It started snowing, again. For some reason, it made me feel colder. I pulled my hat down further on my head, in the hope of keeping me warmer.

"Speak of the devil," Joe said.

"What?"

He pointed, and I saw Ben standing in front of the Golden Bone. Ben raised his hand and waved. I wasn't sure if he was waving at Joe or me. Maybe it didn't matter. I waved back.

I saw a wagon carrying a large, upholstered chair pull up close to Carpenter's store. Rafe and Pa left the store and waved at us. I crossed the street to them. Joe followed.

"This is the chair," Pa said to me. Then he frowned.

"You're shivering."

Until he mentioned it, I hadn't noticed it. But I did feel a chill.

"We need to get you home."

I nodded.

"I'll see you, Daryl," Ben called, as he headed back to the Golden Bone. I waved to him.

Rafe paid the man driving the wagon. I guessed he was the owner of the chair. Then Pa, Rafe, and Joe took it off the wagon and put it on ours. I felt sorry for the horses. Not only were they pulling the four of us, but now they had a big chair to pull, too. They had bought more things, too. I started worrying about Missy, too. But I figured she was probably more comfortable than I was.

"We must have cleaned out the store," I said to Pa.

Rafe grinned. "We made Joe Carpenter happy."

"That we did," Pa said.

"Let's get home," Pa said to Rafe, who nodded.

Pa lifted me up onto the wagon. Then he climbed on. He wrapped the blanket around me, before he sat down.

"You warm?"

I nodded.

"You're cold because you've lost weight," he said to me. That was a surprise.

"I am hungry."

"We've got plenty."

Pa was right. Not only did we have food at the house, but behind us, in the wagon, was more food from Carpenter's.

Soon, I was seated between Rafe and Pa. I was much warmer. As we left town, I placed my hand on the bulge in Rafe's pants. He grinned at me as I felt him stiffen.

"You want that thang?" he asked, grinning.

"Oh, yes. I can't wait to wrap my lips around it."

Rafe sighed.

"Joe and I sucked Tom together," I said to Pa.

"I bet he enjoyed it."

"Oh, yeah!" Joe said.

Pa laughed.

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