Drawn West

By Jim002

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Eleven

We passed the split in the road and the trail that led to the hills.

"Hey! Weren't we supposed to go the other way back there?" I asked Rafe.

"We's stopping somewhar first," Rafe said.

"Are we going to visit Annabelle and Flora?" I asked.

"Nope."

"It's a surprise," Pa said. "A good surprise, I hope."

I looked at Pa. What did that mean? He winked at me. I smiled at him and felt his pecker. He closed his eyes and sighed as I rubbed his stiffening rod.

"Well? Where we headed?" Joe asked. "I need to get my pecker into our boy."

I grinned.

"Hold your horses!" Rafe said. "It was going ta be a surprise. Flora told me bout nother empty place. Belonged to Flora's kin. Folks there didn't die of the pox. They was killed. Seems the pa killed an injun for drinkin from his well."

"Oh! No!" I said.

"Injuns heard he was bragging bout it. Injuns got even," Rafe finished.

That was terrible. Why did people treat each other so badly? At school, I had a friend who was half-Indian. His Indian name was Leaping Deer, but he went by Matthew. Matthew was just like every other boy at the school. Only he was hated by people who'd never even met him.

"I member. That was afore the pox spread," Joe said.

"Yup," Rafe said.

"Anyways, Flora wants us to have it. It ain't nearly as nice as Annabelle's house, but it's bigger'n mine."

I started to get excited. We arrived at the house. It looked to be at least twice the size of Joe's cabin. The walls I could see were stone, not wood. One shutter was hanging at an angle, but otherwise it looked in fine shape. The door was half-open, which meant there could be animals inside it.

"Help me with the chair," Rafe said to Joe.

"It's going in here?" Joe asked.

"Yup."

I grinned. I heard a sound from inside the house.

"There's something in the house!" I said.

"Someone, not something," Pa said.

Pa didn't look concerned, so he must have been expecting someone to be there. While Joe and Rafe got the chair off the wagon, Pa walked up to the front porch and opened the door all the way.

"Howdy, Annabelle," Pa said.

I followed Pa into the house. I saw brooms and a mop. Annabelle was at the fireplace, stoking a fire. It was a large, well-built fireplace. It must have been the pride of the owner. There was a photograph of a man and a woman on one of the walls.

It's in good shape, but it's very dusty," she said, turning around. "It's been empty almost two years, now."

She smiled at me. "Hello, Daryl."

"Howdy, Miss Annabelle."

"We're friends, I hope. Please call me Annabelle."

I smiled. "I will, Annabelle."

I looked around. The large room we stood in was larger than Rafe's cabin. There were two doors against the back wall. One was open and I could see beyond it was a bedroom. The house was furnished, and it was a lot nicer than Rafe's. Rafe's place was a simple cabin. This was substantial. I walked over to the door leading to the bedroom. Annabelle and Pa stood next to me.

Joe and Rafe tried to bring the chair into the house. They tilted it and got it inside the door.

"There are two bedrooms. This is the master's," Annabelle said. "The other bedroom is smaller. It was for the children they hoped they would have."

I opened the other door and looked into the second bedroom. It was a good-sized room, not a lot smaller than the other bedroom. It had a bed in it, but no bed coverings. There was a door next to the kitchen. I opened it and saw a small room with a tub for bathing.

"Did you know the man who owned the house?" I asked.

Annabelle looked confused.

"Of course! We live a half mile down the road."

"Oh!"

"This place is perfect for you boys. I was so pleased that Flora thought of it. We can help out with cooking and cleaning, um, if you like. Flora thought you…" She stopped and blushed.

"What?" I asked.

"Do you like it?" she asked Pa.

"Yes, very much."

She looked pleased.

Rafe and Joe joined us.

"What do you think?" Pa asked Rafe, as Rafe looked over the house.

"Nice place. Big enough."

Rafe wanted to look outside. He left the house.

I looked at Joe. He was nodding his head. I looked down and saw he was hard. He grinned at me. Seeing him horned up got me hard. I knew exactly what was stretching his pants and I wanted it.

"It's very nice. Why haven't you sold it? I know you could use the money," Pa said.

"No one has tried to buy it. It's worth more than the other empty homesteads, because no one died of the pox in it, and the stone walls," she said. "Flora keeps lowering the price. She thought…"

I could sure understand why it was worth more.

"I'd like to buy it," Pa said.

She frowned.

"I…you must talk to Flora about that. I don't believe she was thinking about selling it to you."

Could she mean it was a gift? I had the strange feeling I had bought the place with that gold coin I gave the women for Christmas. Of course, that wasn't so.

I heard a sound and turned around. Joe was behind me. I looked around him and saw another wagon was pulling up in front of the house.

"Howdy, fellas!" I heard Flora call out. She walked into the house. I noticed for the first time that she walked like a man. I bet Calamity Jane did, too.

"I was telling Annabelle I'd like to buy the place," Pa said.

"Well, let's dicker!" she said.

We sat down at a table next to the stove.

"I didn't have sellin in mind," Flora said.

Pa frowned.

"You can't give this as a gift, not when you're hungry," Pa said.

"Annie and me is bored, well as a little hungry. We's both used to working hard, carin for men. We like workin. We don't like sittin around. Cookin your Christmas dinner was the most fun we had in a year. We sell this place, maybe we ain't hungerin, but we's just as bored."

"You want to work for us?" Rafe asked.

Flora grinned and slapped the table.

"That's it, zactly."

"Will you let us pay you for working?" Pa asked.

"If you like how we do it, yessuh."

"So you'll have work and a steady income, is that it?" Pa asked.

She grinned. "Suppin to do and money to spend!"

Pa looked pleased. Rafe looked thoughtful. Joey was looking at me. He had sex on his mind, I could tell. I looked at Flora. She was looking at me, too.

"You happy, boy?" she asked me. The question took me by surprise.

"I'm happier than I've ever been," I said.

She nodded her head and looked at Pa.

"You think Annie and me should get husbands?" she asked Pa.

I thought that was a very strange question, considering we just met them.

"I couldn't say. If you want husbands, I think you should try to get them."

Flora grinned. I guess she liked that answer.

"Told ya," she said to Annabelle.

I didn't understand. I looked at Rafe and he looked confused, too. Pa seemed to think it was amusing. I didn't understand that, either.

"Tell you what. We ain't gonna pester you to get wives, ifn you don't tell us to get husbands."

"It's a deal!" Pa said.

Was Flora saying she was like us, with no interest in the opposite sex?

"I still want to buy the house and the land," Pa said. "But we will hire you, as well."

"But why?"

"Appearances," Pa said. "And things change all the time. I want permanence. I want a homestead. If I didn't, I could take Daryl to a city. How much were you trying to sell it for."

Flora sighed. "Two hundred. Bout seven hundred acres."

"Damn!" Joe said.

I had no idea if that was a lot. Pa said he paid seventy-five for the Yardley place, but that was poor land, apparently, maybe even cursed. But wasn't land free out here? It occurred to me that land was only free to the first person who claimed it. Yardley could have gotten the land for free, but after he died, it went to his closest relative, who could sell it. I looked around the room. It was a really nice house. The stone walls and floor impressed me. It was the kind of house Mother would have agreed to live in. I couldn't imagine her living in Rafe's cabin.

"I'll buy it," Pa said.

I was surprised. Were we going to still build a house? Then I realized this house was as nice or nicer than any we could build. We could add on, if we wanted more room. I looked at Rafe. He seemed to approve. He knew more about homes than I did.

"You ain't even seen the land!" Joe said to Pa.

"It's good land, over here," Rafe said.

Flora nodded. "Rafe knows."

"Daddy wouldn't have built next to here if this land wasn't good and rich," Annabelle said. "There's a crick running between our land and this here, that hardly ever goes dry, plus a good well. There's always plenty of game around the crick."

"I ain't been this way, much," Joe said.

Rafe nodded.

I was starting to get hungry.

Flora spit on her hand and held it out to Pa. He spit on his own hand and shook hers. Even though she didn't want to sell, originally, Flora looked very, very happy.

Pa got up and walked into one of the bedrooms. He closed the door. A minute later, he came back. He counted out two hundred dollars, cash and handed it to Flora. She and Annabelle both stared at the money with their mouths open. They were in shock, I guess.

"You crazy, carryin around this much on you?" Flora finally said.

"I just got to town," Pa said. She nodded.

"I'm hungry!" I said.

"We are going to get you food, right now," Pa said.

"We need to clean the place," Flora said to Annabelle.

"You can do it tomorrow," Pa said. "You two enjoy your Christmas."

Flora laughed. "We will. Best Christmas of ma life!"

"I think it is, too," I said.

Pa smiled at me. Rafe and Joe agreed it was their best Christmas, too.

Flora and Annabelle left, after saying they'd be back about an hour after sunrise. Pa asked them to make it two hours.

"Would you and Joe mind getting the food and our things from the cabin?" Pa asked Rafe. "I need to speak to Daryl and I want him to eat something now."

Rafe and Joe looked a little disappointed. I wondered what Pa wanted to say. They brought in the food that was on the wagon and then left. They'd bought bread, some cheese, and some salt pork at Carpenters. The house had everything, including dishes. Pa made me a plate. I sat down at the table and ate.

"I wish there was coffee or tea. You should drink something warm," Pa said.

I shrugged.

"What did you want to talk about?" I asked Pa.

"You still want it as much?" Pa asked.

"Want what as much?"

"My pecker." I grinned at Pa. "You told me once it was your best friend."

"I love it, Pa. There's nothing I'd rather look at. I still think it's the prettiest thing I ever saw. Before, it was the only one I'd seen stiff, beside my own."

"But now you've seen others," he said.

"I have, and if anything, I love Dan more," I said. Dan was now the name of Pa's cock.

"I'd like to put the picture I drew of it on the wall," I told him.

Pa grinned.

"I'd like it, too, but the women won't. We have to keep everything very secret. Even from Flora and Annabelle."

I nodded.

It might seem strange to others, but he always liked for me to talk about his pecker. I remember many times being in bed with him at school and him asking me what I liked best about it. His pecker would drool and bounce around in joy as I told him. Then I'd kiss it or lick it and tell him how good it tasted and how much I longed for a mouthful of his cream. Of course, he always gave it to me. A couple of times he had pointed out that my pecker looked a lot like his. It never occurred to me that they looked alike because he was my father. The fact of the matter was that I looked like Mother, not much like him. Pa was dark and hairy. He looked like he needed to shave an hour after shaving. My skin was lighter and my hair was light brown.

His grin faded.

"If you had known I was your father, would you have done what we did?" he asked me.

His expression was so serious, I could see this was important to him.

"Of course!"

"You're certain?"

"Oh, Pa. I was happy when I found out you are my father!"

"Yes, but the sex."

"I'm like Joe. I love the idea of being under my pa." Pa looked very relieved. "I love your cock even more, because you're my pa."

Pa looked happy, again.

"I had no idea you were worried about that," I said.

"Well, I was. I was afraid to ask."

For some reason, Pa's worries worried me.

"Does it bother you any that I like other men?" I asked him.

Dad chuckled.

"It excites me like nothing else," he said. "I want you to have sex with Rafe and Joe. And Tom, too. I was wishing I'd seen you and Joe sucking his brother. How I would have loved to fuck you while you were doing that." I grinned. "But I don't know that Tom would like it."

"Joe said Tom wants to watch you fuck me."

Pa grinned.

"Son, you just nurse on his pecker while he watches, and everyone will be happy. Maybe we can get him more interested in man sex."

"That's just what Joe wants. He wants him to give up girls."

Pa nodded.

"He doesn't need to give anything up. He should just have more sex with you and Joe," Pa said. "If I hadn't had sex with a woman, I wouldn't have you. And then who would keep my pecker hard all the time?"

That was true.

"I wonder if Joe doesn't like him with girls because they don't love him and Joe does," I said.

"I don't know. I do know Joe loves you. The way he looks at you…" Pa shook his head. I smiled.

Pa looked around the room while I ate.

"Do you think I did the right thing buying this place?" he asked me.

"I think so. I was worried about Flora and Annabelle."

"Yeah. And I didn't want to do all the cooking."

"If you are worried about money, I'm earning it, so I can help."

Pa shook his head.

"No. I saved every cent I earned teaching and we'll have more once the house in Chicago sells." I nodded. "To tell the truth, the thought of the four of us spending months in that small cabin made me jump at the chance. It's closer to town, too." I nodded. That was good. "Oh. And Flora said there is a large barn out back. No livestock, but we don't need much. We'll get a lot more chickens when the weather warms."

I finished the food on my plate. I thought about what Pa said about Tom and women.

"Are you ever going to…seek out a woman?" I asked him.

"For sex?"

I nodded.

"Not unless I have to, to keep from getting lynched."

I smiled, as I was relieved at his answer. That was a good reason.

"You look so much better naked," I said.

Pa laughed.

"I know what you've got on your mind!"

Pa stood up and walked over to me. I felt his crotch with both hands. His pecker got fully hard in his trousers, while I squeezed and rubbed it.

"It's awfully nice being alone with you," I said to him.

To my surprise, Pa laughed.

"I was about to say the exact same thing, Daryl."

I grinned up at him.

Pa began unfastening his pants.

"I can see that we both want that, son. I'll make sure we have some private time together each day."

"Good."

"I miss those lazy Sunday afternoons we spent together," Pa said. "I would lie in bed, sipping brandy while you explored my body with your fingers and tongue."

"Those were the best times of my life, Pa."

Pa smiled.

"Mine, too. I could see the lust in your eyes so clearly, son. It made me so happy." I smiled, remembering. "We can do that every day, if you want."

I nodded, eagerly. Pa was undressing. I couldn't wait to see 'Dan'.

"You can do it to Joe and Rafe, too. I'd like to fuck you while you explore their bodies."

"Last night, I fell asleep with Joe's pecker inside me."

Pa groaned and stopped undressing.

"Hurry and take your pecker out, Pa!"

He laughed. "I'm hurrying!"

"Anyway, I woke up in the middle of the night when Joe began fucking me."

"Damn, Daryl! You're going to make me shoot before I get my cock out for you!"

I grinned. I liked exciting him with nasty talk.

"I want to sleep that way with you, tonight, Pa."

"Oh, son! I want that, too!"

Finally, I could see his meat. I swallowed it, making Pa groan. He pulled it out of my mouth. Then Pa pushed my plate away and sat on the table in front of me. He pulled my head to his crotch. I pulled the foreskin back and licked the head, making Pa groan, again. I spent a while, just licking it. His clear stuff flowed freely, covering my tongue. I loved the stuff. I stopped to swallow it a couple of times. I squeezed the shaft and got a big drop of it on the end of his pecker. I licked it off.

"That tastes so good, Pa," I said.

Pa grunted, and his cock bounced on its own.

"Have more, son. My body makes it for you to enjoy."

I looked up at him.

"I know you and Rafe are getting close. Does he want your milk?" I asked.

"No. And I don't want his. It's all for you. Rafe thinks Joey is right. Joey grew up bigger than his brother Tom because of all the man milk he got from his father and Tom. Rafe and Joey want you to get all their cream for your health. I want you to get all mine because I know how much you love my sperm. And who knows? They could be right. Sperm is able to make a baby. It is potent stuff."

I nodded and grinned at the thought of not having to share any of it. Pa laughed.

"You are easy to please, son."

I smiled. I remembered him saying the exact same thing to me at least twice, back at school.

"I wished I'd known at school that you were my father."

"Well, I was afraid you wouldn't want to have sex with me, if you knew."

"I would have loved it more. I would have loved you even more, if that's possible," I said.

"I don't know. I was deeply in love with you and you seemed the be just as much in love. You might have just loved me, differently."

I thought about that. I wasn't sure. Could I have loved him more?

"Did you ever wonder if I could be your father?" Pa asked.

I laughed. "I wished you were my father, but we don't look much alike. It never occurred to me."

Pa nodded.

I began sucking his pecker, again. After a minute, he pulled it out of my mouth and rubbed his wet bone all over my face. I loved it! But then we heard noise from the front of the house. I was disappointed.

"I'll be right back," he said. Pa walked towards the bedroom, with his trousers around his ankles. He shut the door. I was sure he was frantically trying to dress.

I opened the front door. It was Flora. Annabelle was on the wagon. She smiled at me.

"Howdy, Daryl! Just got back from shopping at Carpenter's store, now that we got hard cash. Thought I'd drop these off. Joe Carpenter has his wife busy baking. Joe says it's his best Christmas ever. I gots to agree!"

They hadn't been gone long. I was a little surprised that they had time to go there, shop, and get back. We were a lot closer to town than Rafe's cabin was. I was glad we were closer. I wondered if it was because I was raised in a city. But it just seemed safer to live where you could get help quickly, if you needed it.

Flora handed me a bag. I opened it up and there were cookies inside.

"Oh, they smell good!"

"Sure do! Got these for ta other bed," she said. She handed me a stack of bed coverings."

"Oh! Thanks!"

Flora grinned.

"Well, gotta go! Merry Christmas!" she said, as she turned around.

"Thank you, Flora! Merry Christmas to you, too!"

Flora laughed and slapped her thigh. "You's thankin me?" Then she laughed some more as she got on her wagon. I waved to Annabelle as they took off for home. I looked in that direction, but couldn't see their house. There was a wooded area in that direction. I figured the creek Annabelle mentioned ran through it. I closed the front door and ate a cookie. Pa came out of the bedroom, dressed. I was disappointed, but the room was cold again, from having the door open. It was probably a good thing he was dressed.

"Let's check out the bed. It's made, but it may have bugs," Pa said.

I dropped the bed coverings Flora had brought on the second bed. Then I joined Pa in the other bedroom. There was a quilt on the bed. Pa pulled it off and dust filled the air.

"Whew! Annabelle was right! It's dusty. Let's shake these outside."

I nodded.

We pulled off the bed coverings. We looked, but didn't see any bedbugs. That was sure a relief. We took them outside and shook them. I didn't put a coat on and got cold, pretty quick. We went back inside and I stood by the fire until I'd warmed up.

I thought about my last Christmas. It was before the illness and Mother was in a very good mood. I was happy in my new life, but I missed her. I tried my best not to think about her, because I was too old to cry.

"What's wrong?" Pa asked me.

"I was thinking of last Christmas."

Pa nodded.

"We haven't spoken of her. I'm ashamed to say I've been happy about that," Pa said. "But I know she loved you very much and you loved her. Try to remember the happy times and not her sickness and death."

I nodded my head.

"I think I feel guilty about being so happy when she isn't," I said.

"How do you know she isn't happy? She may be watching us from heaven."

I looked at Pa and tried not to laugh.

"Oh. I see your point. She probably isn't happy, if she's watching us."

"But we are," I said, smiling.

Pa took me in his arms and kissed me. I felt his stiff pecker with one of my hands. When I touched it, Pa groaned as we kissed. Pa pulled back from the kiss.

"Why do I love peckers so much?" I asked him, as I felt how hard he was.

Pa grinned.

"I don't know, but don't you dare change!"

I laughed.

"There's not much chance of that. The more time I spend with them, the more I want them."

We put the bed coverings back on the bed. Then we made the second bed.

"How are we going to sleep?" I asked him.

"I was just thinking about that. I think I will have you sleep with me." I smiled at Pa. "Rafe and Joe can share the second bed. Three in a bed is crowded, and it means one person has to sleep alone. Hmm." He thought for a moment. "Maybe one of them would like to sleep alone. I suppose we should all decide together."

I wondered how other people decided. But then I realized how few people there were who were in the same situation. Maybe there weren't any.

I left the bedroom and ate another cookie next to the fire. I looked around the room.

"This is really a nice house," I said to Pa, who was filling a kettle with water.

"It is! And instead of building another house from scratch, we can enlarge this one."

I nodded.

Pa stood next to me. He was silent for a bit.

"How do you feel about Joe?" he asked me.

I started to panic. Did Pa not like him? Pa chuckled.

"You answered my question," he said.

"I don't understand."

"Rafe wondered if Joe invited himself into your life."

"I'm crazy about him, Pa."

Pa nodded.

"Good. Rafe was a little worried about your feelings. He wanted to be sure Joe wasn't in our lives because you think one of us wants him. Joe wants to be your lover."

"I want that."

"Good. Rafe will be relieved. He likes Joe, but he's not in love with him. Nor am I."

I nodded. I understood then. Joe shouldn't be with us because each of us thought the other wanted him.

"I have to tell you that I'm really happy he wants to feed you all his sperm."

"I'm happy, too!"

Pa chuckled.

"I know how much you've always liked mine. I'm glad you enjoy it from other men. It excites me to know they are feeding my boy in such an intimate way. It excites me even more to look at their faces while their peckers pump their milk into you."

Talking about it was exciting Pa, too. His stiff bone was stretching the front of his trousers. I grabbed it and Pa chuckled.

"I could use a drink," Pa said. "I hope they get back soon."

Pa and I decided to look outside. I wanted to see the outhouse and the barn. We got bundled up in our coats and left the house. I was very impressed. I didn't have much experience with frontier life, and all I had to go on was Rafe's cabin, but our new home was much, much nicer. The barn was large and in good condition, especially considering how long it had been empty. There was room for horses, cows, pigs, and chickens. We could see where fields for crops had been. Brush had begun to grow in them. Once it was cleared, we could plant. Then it occurred to me that I didn't want to be a farmer. I had no interest at all in farming. I wanted to be an artist and buy food, not grow it. I looked at Pa.

"What is it?"

"Do you want to be a farmer?" I asked him.

"No. I'd like to open a portrait studio."

"Me, either. But you just bought a farm," I said.

Pa laughed.

"Just because there is land, doesn't mean we have to farm it."

"Oh, good!" I said, relieved.

I heard a sound and turned. I saw Rafe and Joe in the distance. I waved. I wasn't sure if they could see me.

"Ah. They are back. Good. Let's go back inside," Pa said.

There was cut wood behind the house. We carried some inside for the fire. Pa put a log on the fire as we heard the wagon out front. I walked outside and saw Missy in Joe's arms. She started squirming when she saw me.

"She missed you," Joe said.

"I missed her. And both of you, too!"

"Oh, your Pa probly had you stuffed full a daddy meat," Joe said.

I laughed.

"No. I think he's lost interest," I said."

"That's a dirty lie!" Pa said.

All four of us laughed.

My horse Danny was tied to the back of the wagon. I walked over to him and stroked the side of his head. He nuzzled my hand, making me smile.

"Gotta go back fer the chickens," Rafe said. "But don't have nothin to put em in."

Pa nodded.

"What about the box with the liquor," Pa asked.

"Cain't get em all in there, but it's a start."

Joe handed Missy to me. She squirmed and licked my face. Pa, Rafe, and Joe began carrying things indoors.

"Good! Liquor!" Pa said, as he took the crate with it off the back of the wagon.

"Yeah! I could use a drink," Rafe said.

"Daryl, take Missy and go inside. I don't want you getting sick," Pa said.

I nodded. I took my bag, with all my things in with us. I put Missy down inside and she began exploring. She'd run back to me every minute or so. I'd pet her and then she'd explore some more. It made me really happy to watch her. I sat down on the floor, close to the fire. After a bit, she decided to lay down next to me. I'd never had a dog. It wasn't possible at school and Mother didn't want one. I was surprised how strong my feelings for an animal were.

As they unloaded the wagon, Pa told Rafe and Joe about the land and the barn. Pa mentioned that neither one of us were farmers. Rafe said that wasn't a problem, because he and Joe could do it. Joe, it turned out, was looking forward to getting back into farming.

"I thought the only thing you milked was your father and brother," Pa said to him, grinning.

"Aw, I could only milk them a couple times a day. I'd milk Tom in the field and then help him work. I liked it."

"That means I can milk you in the field!" I said to Joe.

Joe grinned. "Yup."

"I want you two to feed Daryl, once we have everything off the wagon," Pa said to Rafe and Joe.

They both nodded.

"We got plenty a food," Rafe said.

"No. I meant feed him with your peckers," Pa said.

Joe just nodded. I guessed he'd assumed that. Rafe seemed surprised, but eager. Then he grinned. He ran a finger over the lump in his trousers. "But maybe the boy don't want this here."

"I do!" I said.

"I'd like to make some drawings of Daryl enjoying your peckers," Pa said.

"Oh, Pa! That sounds good!" I said.

He nodded his head, grinning.

"Oh, yeah!" Joe said.

Rafe looked excited by the idea. I could tell, because his trousers were about to explode open.

"And I want to draw your sweet face when my bone is buried in you, son," Pa said.

"Oh, Pa!"

"I wanted to do it at school, but it was too risky."

I laughed, as Rafe and Joe began pulling off their clothes, as fast as they could.

Pa moved in front of me. I rubbed his bulge with both hands. Pa sighed in satisfaction. He was as happy as I was.

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