TLH_14

TEXAS LONGHORNS
By Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 14

That evening, after dad and I returned to the ranch, I finished my homework, and helped dad in the kitchen prepare our evening meal. When it was just him and me in the kitchen, we worked together as a team. We were efficient and could put a healthy meal on the table in under an hour. Dad was humming to himself, and I was in a pretty good mood considering I felt like I just set my brother adrift in uncertain waters. I knew without asking why my old man was in good spirits. I spent a week dividing my attentions between him and my brothers. He had his boy to himself for the evening.

We talked about a lot of things at dinner, but I tried to stay away from discussing Operation Sideshow Bob. I thought we needed to give it a rest for a while. It was just us, together again. I think it was at that time I began to realize how our roles were gradually changing. I leaned on and depended on him to be there for me all these years, especially the last several years since mom died. However, that began a period of leaning on each other for mutual support which helped me and taught me to accept the responsibility for the needs and feelings of another human being beside myself.

My dad was still the strong, stalwart hero he always was to me, but now, he was depending on me just a little more than previously. He wasn’t about to put more on my shoulders than he thought I could handle, but he was allowing himself to enjoy the rewards and reap the harvest of love he so unselfishly gave me over the years. He could feel my genuine concern for him without a word being said between us. It was in the way we related to each other. I tried to treat him with the utmost respect he so richly deserved and he, in turn, sometimes overwhelmed me with his unconditional love. That didn’t mean there wasn’t a great deal of fun pass between us from time to time.

“You finish your lessons?” he asked.

“Yes, sir. I had a shit-load of Algebra problems to do, read three chapters of history, and made notes. I had some other stuff to do that didn’t take as long.”

“What da’ ya’ wanna’ do for the rest of the evening? Watch a little T.V.?”

“Naw, sir. Ain’t much in the mood for television or watching a flick,” I replied. Dad kept eating his dessert I fixed for us. I was good at whipping up instant pudding and glopping some cool whip on top. He knew I was looking at him, but he wouldn’t look up. I could tell he was waiting for me to respond. I knew he wouldn’t push the subject further. I knew him so well, I could tell what he was thinking. “Thought I might like to curl up next to a big cowboy I love for a little while, whisper some outrageous things to him while I steal a couple of kisses from him, and see if anything pops up between us we might talk about.”

He never looked up from eating his dessert, but I could see a big grin cross his face. “Think you know me pretty damn well, don’cha,’ Honcho?" he asked, still not looking up.

“God, I’m a’ hope’n so,” I said like I was hurting.

He threw his head back and laughed. He looked at me and winked. “I missed my boy,” he said softly looking back down at his dessert.

“Your boy missed his dad, sir. In fact, I’m gonna’ steal them damn legs a’ yorn so ya’ can’t get away from me tonight,” I grinned at him.

“Humm, that’s some pretty serious shit, steal’n your old man’s legs,” he grinned.

“Yes, sir, I realize that, sir, and I humbly apologize, but when a man's got the hongries for some prime cowboy beef, a body’ll do most anything to git his-self a taste,” I explained most contritely.

“You are so full of shit, Boy, you know that?” he asked.

“Yeah, well, you’re all the time tell’n me, the fruit don’t fall too far from the tree,” I replied and laughed at him.

“Oh, fuck! How can I help love you, Boy? C’moan, honcho, let’s us git this kitchen cleaned up and git our butts to the shower.”

“Uh, shower, sir?” I asked pleadingly.

“Son, I been on my pony all damn day in the hot sun. You know how warm it was today,” he said.

“Yes, sir, I certainly do,” I said and grinned.

My old man roared with laughter. “You’re so damn much like my little brother Seth. He would break down and cry when he found out I cleaned up after a hard day in the saddle without letting him have some of me first,” Dad shook his head and laughed. “So be it, Boy. Yore’ old man wants to make ya’ happy.”

I assured him it would make me very happy, and in turn, I would try to make him just as happy. We lay together and made love for a while before I took my cowboy dad. He was just the right degree of ripe. All his male pheromones were surrounding me and made me go crazy while I was pleasuring him. I hadn’t been intimate with him for over a week other than a morning eyeopener as he called them. As soon as he shot into my mouth, my own body acted like I had no control over it, and I shot all over the bed. Fortunately, it was time for us to change the sheets anyway. We lay together in the afterglow talking quietly.

“When you gonna’ lemme’ have a taste of yore’ cowboy cock?” Dad asked.

“It’s yours any time you want it. I been keep’n it warm fer ya’, but if’n I remember correctly, the last time you tried you damn near choked to death. Thought I was gonna’ have to call the paramedics,” I replied and chuckled.

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s pretty fuck’n intimidating when your sixteen year old boy has a bigger cock than you do,” Dad bemoaned.

“I guess old granddad done stuck it to ya’ again, didn’t he?” I roared with laughter, and dad pinched me a good one.

“Ouch! That hurt! Wait a minute, look at me," I demanded, "Do I look frustrated to you? Here I am lying in a puddle of my own spunk after suck’n off my old man. I ain’t complaining none. What’s a son for if’n he can’t take care of his dad ever’ now and then?” I laughed.

“I jes’ don’t want our relationship to be one sided,” Dad said.

“Ah, what the Hell are you talk’n about, Old Man? It ain’t one sided. Jes’ ‘cause you can’t git chore’ mouth around my dick don’t mean we’s one sided. You jacked me off lots of times. Besides, I like taking care of my old man. Must be all right with my little buddy down South if’n he gits so excited he throws up while I’m do’n it.”

Dad thought that was irreverent and funny. “You’d make an excuse to the Devil for me if’n he caught me with a pound of Hell in my hand,” he said.

“Two pounds maybe, Old Man. One pound? You’re on yore’ own,” I shot back and laughed at him. Damned if he didn’t pinch me again.

I got him into his wheelchair, we changed the sheets on the bed, and I took him in for our shower. I don’t think he let me go even once during the night. I laughed to myself before falling asleep. I probably felt safer, more secure, and certainly more loved, than ninety-nine percent of the kids in the world sleeping in the arms of a man with no legs.

* * * * * * *
Dwayne was waiting for us out by the black top when dad and I drove by the Dunbar place. Dad called and told Sadie we’d pick him up. She thanked him and hurried Dwayne out to the road. We stopped, and he got in the back. I was sitting up front with dad. I could see the fear and dread in my brother’s face.

“Worried?” I asked him.

“A little. I’ll just be glad when it’s over. I don’t know what he told my mom, but I’m being punished this weekend and have to stay home with him. Mom’s leaving around noon on Friday to go back to her sister’s so I’m sure he won’t waste no time getting me strung up in the barn.”

“Just remember, Son, you won’t be alone this time,” Dad tried to reassure Dwayne.

“I know, Mr. Longhorn. That’s the only thing what keeps me feeling strong enough to get through it. Mom questioned me for sometime last night. She knows some’um’s wrong, but I didn’t tell her a lot. She’s got so damn much on her mind, I think she’s just given in to him. She told me I had to do whatever he said all weekend, she was leaving me in his care,” Dwayne lamented.

"If he pulls his usual shit with you, you won’t have to put up with him more than Friday night, then you can stay the rest of the time with us,” Dad said to Dwayne.

“I’d shore' 'nuff appreciate that, Mr. Longhorn,” Dwayne replied.

* * * * * * *
Dad dropped us off and Mr. Wiggins pulled up right behind us. He waved to my dad, put his truck in park, set the brake, got out, and walked to my dad’s truck to talk with him for a minute. Sidney got out of the other side and walked over to us. Sticker touched the tip of his huge cowboy hat in respect to Mr. Longhorn. “Casey called Logan last night and said everything was on for this weekend. Sid wanted me to ask if we could meet at your place Friday afternoon and sort of use it as a base of operations?”

“Sure, that’ll be fine. I’d enjoy having you men over aside from the fact it won’t be for a pleasurable visit,” Dad said.

“Good, I’ll tell Sid when I get back. I’m sure he’ll give you a call before then.”

“Great. Look forward to hearing from you guys.” Dad waved and drove away. Mr. Wiggins waved to us, got back in his truck and left.

* * * * * * *
The days were getting warmer, and it was another beautiful day at school. The three of us took our trays outside for lunch. Gary Peacock was carrying his usual brown bag and looked at us. I motioned for him to join us. He came over, greeted us warmly, and set down. He seemed in good spirits. He cleaned himself up, got a haircut, and was wearing some new clothes. He looked like a different boy. He looked damn good. “Looking good today, Gary. Got some new threads, and it looks like ya' gotcha' ears lowered a mite,” Dwayne commented.

“Yeah,” Sidney and I agreed. Gary smiled.

“Thanks. Bought me some new clothes. I’m working for old man Reason at his gas station after school and weekends. It ain’t much, but it’s better’n nothing. I saved up and bought me a couple of things. I feel better about myself.”

“And, well you should, Gary. I envy you making a little extra money. Hell, Dwayne and I work our butts off for our dads, but we don’t get paid nothing. Well, we get a small allowance,” I told him.

“All things being equal,” Gary said unfolding his sandwich, “I’d rather live on a ranch like you guys than in a trailer park.”

“Sidney told me something about that the other night, about all things being equal in some way or another. I think I can understand how you feel,” I grinned and winked at Sidney. He smiled real big and looked pleased I remembered his words.

“By the way, Casey, I appreciated your note, Bro. It took a big man to write them words, and I ain’t jes’ referring to your tackle, neither,” Gary said, winked at me, and laughed. We laughed with him.

“Ah, Hell, it’s in the past, Bro. Forget it. We have,” I told him and Sidney and Dwayne agreed with me.

We finished lunch and excused ourselves. Gary was through with his food anyway and hailed one of his buddies. Dwayne and Sidney followed me to the field house so I could shave. We talked on the way, but Sidney and I got the idea Dwayne didn’t want to talk about the next day. So, we talked about everything else. With Sidney around there was no end of subjects to talk about. We couldn’t talk about anything Sidney didn’t know something about and generally knew a lot about. Dwayne and I could never figure out how a mind in such a small body could store as much information as Sidney seemed to possess. I would look at Dwayne sometimes while we were listening to Sidney and roll my eyes. We would break up over the fund of information he would be imparting to us. Poor Sidney would look at us in frustration and then grin real big knowing we had no idea what he was talking about.

* * * * * * *
Friday afternoon arrived and dad and Mr. Wiggins picked up the three of us from school. Most of the details for that evening were worked out over the phone between Sidney senior and my dad. Dad heard from Frank and Curly. The Colonel gave them the weekend off starting Friday afternoon and they didn’t have to be back until Sunday evening late. They were planning on driving directly to our ranch to be in on the ground floor of Operation Sideshow Bob. Curly was as big a Simpsons fan as we were and patiently explained to Frank and our dads who Sideshow Bob was. (the voice of the talented but tragically politically misguided Kelsey Grammer) Sideshow Bob was a self-important, pathetic, inept villain, Robert Underdunk Terwilliger, who was always trying to kill Bart Simpson. He had ‘Die, Bart, Die!’ tattooed across his chest but claimed it was a German rapid transit advertisement. Curly told them we couldn’t have picked a better name for our caper; however, he told us later he wasn’t real sure they appreciated the droll humor of it like we did.

Frank and Curly were getting ready to leave when we got there. They never locked the bunkhouse and told us to make ourselves ‘to home.’ Mr. Wiggins, Sidney, and I made our way to the bunkhouse as dad drove down the gravel road to the black top followed closely by Frank and Curly in their truck. We didn’t worry about the Colonel finding out we were in the bunkhouse. Frank and Curly draped the windows with heavy drapes so no sunlight could get in. They sometimes liked to bunk it in when they weren’t working the ranch, and they liked it dark. Besides, it provided them with a lot of privacy in case they wanted to wander around in the nude.

We weren’t going to turn on any lights. Frank and Curly left small night lights on all the time anyway, and there was plenty of ambient light. Sidney got set up with his plug-in DC adapter for his lap-top. He wasn’t going to take a chance on his batteries going dead at a crucial point in his recording. We knew we’d probably be stuck there most of the evening. Sidney and I had our cell phones to keep in touch with our base central at our ranch. Dwayne had his cell phone if something was going wrong or the Colonel changed his plans for the evening. We could make our way out the back to the access road and have dad pick us up.

Sidney turned everything on to check the system, and everything seemed to be working perfectly. Mr. Wiggins shook his head in amazement at Sidney’s genius in working everything like a professional. Sidney was like a virtuoso with the controls. I was surprised, Sidney wanted to leave everything turned on in case anything happened early. Besides, he explained, there was less chance in something going wrong if the system was warmed up beforehand. Made sense to me, but I’m not sure why. Mr. Wiggins walked to the window once in a while to see if the Colonel came home yet. After a while Sidney and I looked up when we heard Mr. Wiggins exclaim, “Ho-lee shit! He’s brought a giant black man home with him. He’s obviously one of his recruits.”

Sidney and I ran to the other window to peak out. The big man was dressed in Marine fatigue pants, an olive-drab t-shirt, a green Marine Corp fatigue cap, and boots. Mr. Wiggins was right, he was huge. He towered over the Colonel a good foot and a half. Sidney and I could see his massive development and huge arms. He looked like a professional bodybuilder.

“Well, I don’t think there’s any doubt what the Colonel plans to do with the recruit he brought home with him,” Mr. Wiggins stated flatly.

Sidney and I just shook our heads in agreement. We could hear the Colonel barking orders to the huge recruit. He dutifully followed the Colonel into the house. I turned to Mr. Wiggins. “Uh, Mr. Wiggins, I think you should call base central and report this to our dads. They gave us specific instructions to notify them if anything out of the ordinary happens. Mr. Wiggins agreed, took my cell phone and I showed him the button to punch to automatically dial the number to the ranch.

* * * * * * *
“Have a seat at the table, recruit. I’ll get chu’ a beer,” barked Colonel Dunbar.

“Sir! Yes, sir, thank you, sir,” the big black recruit answered crisply as he pulled out a chair and sat down.

The Colonel got two beers from the fridge, set one in front of the recruit and popped his open to take a big pull from the can. He motioned for the recruit to start drinking his beer. He popped the top, took a drink, set his beer down on the table, and set up, squarely in his chair, like he was sitting at attention. The Colonel didn’t sit down. He set his beer on the table, then began walking back and forth in front of the recruit with his hands clasp behind his back.

“You’re a little older than the usual recruit, ain’t chu,’ Son?” the Colonel asked the huge black man.

“Sir! Yes, sir! I’m twenty-three, sir. I had me a good job. I was doing all right for myself. Worked out at a gym near where I lived, four, sometimes five nights a week. Kept my big, black, nose clean, sir. I took a ride in a friend’s new car. We were pulled over by the cops and come to find out the car wasn’t his. He stole it, sir. Even though he told the judge I was innocent and had no knowledge of his crime, I still got sentenced as an accessory. The judge was gonna’ gimme’ two to five, but he told me if I joined the Marines and did a tour of duty he’d drop all the charges, but it would still remain on my arrest record.”

“Glad you joined, Son?” the Colonel asked.

“Sir! Yes, sir! I’d rather be in the Corps than in prison, sir,” the recruit replied.

“You were told you were to come with me this weekend for a special work detail on my ranch. Is that right, Recruit?”

“Sir! Yes, sir!” he replied crisply.

“As I understand it, you volunteered for this special assignment knowing you would be working for me all weekend. Is that correct, Recruit?”

“Sir! Yes, sir!”

“Well, that’s true, it is a work detail, but we’re gonna’ have a little fun, too. I’m sure that’s all right with you, right, Recruit?” the Colonel asked.

“Sir! Yes, sir!” he replied.

“Remember how Sgt. O’Malley cleaned you out for the Colonel’s use several times?”

“Sir! Yes, sir!”

“You enjoyed the Colonel using your fine black ass, didn’t you, Recruit?

“Sir! Yes, sir!”

“Ever’ time the Colonel fucked you, you begged him for more, didn’t you, Recruit?”

Sir! Yes, sir!”

“And, why did you beg the Colonel for more, Recruit?”

“Sir! Because you fucked my black Marine ass good, sir!”

“Felt good with the Colonel’s big cock way up your butt fuck’n you like the fine Marine you are, didn’t it, Recruit?”

“Sir! Yes, sir! It felt really good, sir!”

“And, why did the Colonel fuck your fine black ass, Recruit?”

“Sir! For the Corps, sir!”

“Good, Recruit! That’s exactly right! And, I have to say, of all the Jar-head butt I’ve fucked over the years, yours has got to be one of the finest.”

“Sir! Thank you, sir!

“You’re welcome, recruit. You’re a credit to the Corps. I don’t know what it is about your fine ass, recruit, but when I get my dick inside you, you just seem to know how to use your love muscle to clamp down on my old cock, hang on, and not let go until you git chore’ man off. There’s a lot of untapped talent and dedication in that fine ass of yours. You’re the only recruit I ever honored with the Colonel’s dick more than once, and I’ve fucked you – humm, let’s see – how many times, recruit?”

“Sir! Eight times, sir! And, I enjoyed ever’ one, sir! Thank you, sir!”

“And you volunteered for each fuck’n, right, recruit?”

“Sir! Yes, sir!”

“I’m think’n about having you assigned to my private staff after you finish boot camp. I’m not happy with the grunt I have on my staff right now. You would be responsible for taking care of the Colonel anytime he needs a fine piece of Jar-head butt.”

“Sir! Yes, sir! I’d like that, sir!”

“I’m sure you would, recruit; however, it would require you to keep yourself clean at all times. When the Colonel snaps his fingers and points to his desk, you have ta’ drop your pants, lean over his desk, reach back with your hands, spread your fine, black ass, and offer it up to the Colonel or any of his fellow officers he might choose to let fuck you.”

“Sir! Yes, sir!”

“Remember the last time I fucked you real good, and I let Major Garrison and Major Lucas fuck you?”

“Sir! Yes, sir! They fucked me good, sir, but not nearly as good as you fuck me, sir!”

“Well, of course they didn’t, Son. The Colonel knows how to fuck a Marine recruit better’n anybody. I got years of fuck’n tight-assed recruits under my belt. You’re look’n at the best Jar-head ass fucker in the Corps, recruit,” the Colonel bragged.

“Sir! Yes, sir! I agree, sir! Mean’n no disrespect, sir, but the Majors couldn’t hold a candle to your fuck’n, sir. You know how to fuck a recruit right, sir! After you fuck me, sir, I stay fucked for three, maybe four days afterward, sir!”

“Glad to hear it, Recruit! Did ju’ volunteer for this assignment hoping the Colonel might fuck that fine, black, Marine ass of yours again, Son!”

“Sir! Yes sir! I was hoping you might, sir!”

“I don’t wanna’ disappoint you, recruit, but I didn’t bring you out here to enjoy your find ass this weekend; although, if you feel you just have to have some of the Colonel’s find, big cock up yore’ butt, if you ask him right nice, he just might find it in his big heart to accommodate you.”

“Yes, sir! Thank you, sir! I’d appreciate that, sir!”

“I brought you out here to help me break in my boy to the spirit of the Corps. He’s wild, irresponsible, uncontrollable, his momma’s spoils him rotten, and he won’t listen to or mind his parents. He’s in great need of some discipline. I plan to see he gets broken this weekend so I can rebuild him to become a man, a Marine. Understand, Recruit?”

“Sir! Yes, sir!”

“And you’re gonna’ help me! Understand, Recruit?”

“Sir! Yes, sir!”

“Fine! Fine, recruit. You’re a good Marine.”

“Sir! Thank you, sir!”

“You sit here for a few minutes, enjoy your beer, and I’ll get him.”

“Sir! Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!”

* * * * * * *
The Colonel didn’t try to lower his voice or hide his talk with the large black recruit. Hell, it was his home; it was his domain. Let the little piss-ant hear how he deals with his recruits. Maybe it would sink into his queer step-son’s head he was a man of no nonsense. Maybe the Colonel would get his message across he intended to break Dwayne. Resistance was futile. Dwayne was sitting at his desk trying to read a chapter in his history book without much success. He heard every word which passed between the Colonel and the recruit. He was embarrassed. He couldn’t control his penis. It was roaring hard. He felt so helpless and annoyed at his lack of self-control. Just the sound of the Colonel’s voice talking to the recruit was enough to get him aroused.

He heard the Colonel’s big boots stomping down the hall towards his room. Dwayne was sure the Colonel was stomping just a little louder to intimidate him. It worked, Dwayne was intimidated. If nothing else, he had a healthy respect for the Colonel. He always wondered just where the breaking point in the Colonel’s controlling personality was? How far would it take to push him over the edge? There was no knock on Dwayne’s bedroom door. The Colonel burst into the room and saw his step-son at his desk doing homework. Dwayne could tell the Colonel was not in the mood for exchanging pleasantries. He could see the sociopathic fire in his eyes.

“You’re ass is mine, this weekend, Boy. I’ve brought you a present, Faggot. I brought you a big, fine, black Marine with a cock to fill your homo-tank, but good. Git chore’ clothes off and report to the kitchen for duty, muy pronto. Don’t make me have ta’ come back in here and git chu,’ ‘cause you won’t like it if I do,” the Colonel commanded Dwayne.

“Yes, sir,” Dwayne answered in a normal voice.

“I didn't hear you, Boy!” the Colonel growled at Dwayne.

“Yes, sir!” Dwayne jumped up from his desk and started removing his clothes immediately.

“That’s more like it, Queer-boy. I want chu’ in the kitchen standing at parade rest in five minutes. Got that, Faggot?”

“Yes, sir!” Dwayne shouted.

Dwayne tried like crazy to think of something to make his dick lose its erection, but try as he might, the most he could get it to do was become semi-flaccid. In less than five minutes Dwayne appeared buck-ass naked in the kitchen. He positioned himself in front of the table and hit parade rest. The recruit stood up as a common courtesy when anyone came into the room. It was drilled into him in the Marine Corps. The Marines may build men, but they also teach a few manners along the way. There, before Dwayne, stood the largest man of any color he ever saw in his life. The man was a giant. He was huge and massively developed. On top of that, he just happened to be one of the finest looking black men Dwayne ever saw, but somehow, he was different. He was so black his skin had a blue-black sheen to it that made his skin appear to be made of obsidian rather than human skin. He was completely bald or he shaved his head every day. Dwayne decided he must be bald. His head was perfect in every detail and seemed to be flawless. There were no noticeable shave scraps or razor burns. His head had the same sheen as the rest of his perfect body. He appeared to Dwayne like a black God.

The giant black man was magnificent. He had to be the most physically attractive, adult male Dwayne ever saw. He would’ve fallen at the man’s feet and begged to make love to him. Dwayne’s cock immediately raised like a surrender flag on a tall pole until it was so hard it was slapping against his belly like a plectrum spring on a harpsichord. It wasn’t missed by the recruit. Dwayne's penis, while smaller than Casey's, was larger than the Colonel's. Dwayne wondered sometimes if the Colonel was doing this to him because he was jealous of the size of his dick. Penis envy is quite common in the corps. Dwayne was considerably more 'man' in the male tackle department than the Colonel, but what the Colonel lacked in length he made up for in thickness. His cock was about the size of a beer can. The giant's eyes met Dwayne’s, he smiled warmly, and grinned when he looked down at Dwayne’s hard cock. Dwayne could tell he was impressed with his size. Dwayne looked at the huge man’s crotch and saw his enormous cock was rapidly filling with blood. The recruit saw him look at his crotch and moved ever so slightly so Dwayne could get a better view of him. It was like the rest of the man – enormous.

“As you can see, Mr. Bradley, my boy is a raging homosexual. You can see how glad he is to meet you,’” Dunbar said and sneered.

“Sir! Yes, sir! Mean’n no disrespect to you, sir, but my ole cock is happy to meet chore’ boy, sir,” the recruit replied.

“Good. Good, recruit Bradley. You two will get along fine. Now, Mr. Bradley, this is my boy. You don’t need to know his name. You will refer to him as ‘Faggot,’ ‘Queer,’ ‘Homo,’ or ‘Boy.’ Got that, recruit?” Dunbar asked.

“Sir! Yes, sir!”

“As for you, Faggot, this man is Mr. Lamar Bradley. You will call him ‘Mr. Bradley,’ or ‘sir.’ Call him by anything else and you will regret it. Do I make myself clear, Boy?” Dunbar barked at Dwayne.

“Yes, sir.” Dwayne replied.

“I didn't hear you, Boy!” Dunbar shouted.

“Sir! Yes, sir!” Dwayne responded loudly.

“Fine. Glad we understand each other, Girly-boy,” he said.

“Now, Recruit, it’s just us men here all weekend. Take off your fatigues. I want my homo son to see what a real man looks like,” the Colonel commanded the black recruit.

“Sir! Yes, sir!” the big man replied and quickly began to remove his pants.

When Dwayne saw the giant black man's male member drop from his fatigue pants he almost fainted. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. No man has a penis that large. It had to be fourteen inches long and a good two and a half to three inches in diameter. It had the same beautiful blue-black sheen as the rest of him, except Dwayne noticed the head surrounded by his full foreskin was a dark reddish-pink color. Every muscle of the big man's body was developed to almost maximum proportions. He looked like he was as strong as a bull ox. He was a magnificent specimen of a man. He, too, was semi-flaccid. Dwayne thought if the Colonel brought him this present to intimidate him he was sadly mistaken. Dwayne wickedly wondered if it would be inappropriate for him to fall to the Colonel's feet and kiss his boots in gratitude for his gift.

“Mr. Bradley, you will take my queer-boy to the upstairs bathroom. There you will find the tub which has been covered with a three-quarter inch piece of plywood. There’s also a shower stall up there. No one uses the tub so I covered it for my wife to put plants on. The plants have been temporarily removed. Take my faggot son up there and you will find equipment to clean him out like Sgt. O’Malley uses to clean you out. There’s an exhaust fan in there that works real good. Turn it on and git out while he relieves himself. Fill him up three times and make damn sure he takes a full bag each time. If he don’t, fill it up again, start over until he does take a complete bag and holds it for several minutes, at least five, until you give him permission to let it go. Do just like the Sergeant does with you, massage and kneed his belly to make sure the soapy water gits way up in there to clean him out good. You don’t want the Colonel to get any faggot shit on his fine dick, do you, Recruit?”

“Sir! No, sir!”

“All right! I’ll go up there with you to show you how I want the solution prepared. I’m also gonna’ turn on a video camera and film it to my VCR in my computer room. Pay no attention to it.” The Colonel led Dwayne and the black recruit to the upstairs bathroom and showed Mr. Bradley where everything was. He prepared the first bag of enema solution with warm water and a squirt of liquid Ivory soap. He shook it up, and it was ready to go. Lastly, he reached over and flipped the switch on his video camera.

* * * * * * *
“Woah! Hold on, here! Hello!” Sidney exclaimed as a fourth screen popped up on his lap top.

He figured out pretty damn quick the Colonel had his own camera set up in the house, and the signal was either being sent to a VCR or his computer. Sidney bet on a VCR. He figured correctly the Colonel wasn’t technically sharp enough to know how to multiplex to a computer let alone burn a DVD. He could clearly see his brother buck-ass naked with the huge Marine working with him.

“Sidney, can he pick up your signals from the barn?” I asked him.

“Good question, Casey, but I already thought of that possibility. First of all he’d have to have the same multiplex decoder software I’m using to decode the other three signals. There’s no way he could have it because I’m the only person who has a copy. You see, I wrote the program. Secondly, he’d have to use the same operating system I’m using and there’s a one percent chance he’s intelligent enough to use Linux. In his case, probably a lot lower. Even if he was using Linux he’d still need the decoding software. I can pick his signal up because it’s a standard broadcasting signal for most remote video cameras. Ours are set at three different bandwidths which he’d have to know to pick them up. Even if, by some outrageously slim chance, the signals were to cross, it would end up snow or at best garbage.”

“Can you record what’s going on in there?” I asked amazed at his genius.

“It’s being recorded even as we speak, Brother,” Sidney replied and grinned at me.

Mr. Wiggins looked at me, grinned, rolled his eyes, and shook his head. He began looking at what was going on. Then the big, black man turned toward the camera for only a minute, but it was long enough to get a good shot of his cock.

“Ho-lee crap!” Mr. Wiggins exclaimed, “He ain’t no man, he’s a fuck’n horse. Now I know how the Centaur legends got started.”

Sidney giggled and agreed the idea had merit.

“You know the Colonel’s gonna’ have him fuck Dwayne, for sure,” Mr. Wiggins said.

“Lucky Dwayne,” I said under my breath, but loud enough my little brother heard it.

“Oh, God, Case, you are so bad! You’re far worse than your old man,” Sid said, but he couldn’t help laugh. They both knew I was joking, but Mr. Wiggins started looking at me in a new way and grinned real big. We watched the black man order Dwayne up on the covered bathtub on his hands and knees. We watched as the recruit stuck the nozzle into our bubba’s butt, hung the huge bag of liquid on a nail the Colonel instructed him to use. He didn't released the pinch clamp for the liquid to flow into Dwayne right away. He sat on the toilet for a minute to talk with Dwayne.

“What’s he gonna’ do to Dwayne, Casey?” Mr. Wiggins asked.

“He’s gonna’ give him an enema to clean him out so's the Colonel won’t get his cock dirty when he fucks him.”

Mr. Wiggins couldn’t believe the big man was going to give Dwayne an enema. “Humm, makes sense in a way. If a man’s gonna' have anal sex, it probably would be safer and healthier not having anything up there, but I can’t watch. I had a nurse try’n give me an enema in a hospital onetime when I was a kid. I ran out of the hospital buck-ass naked leaving a trail of dirty water and shit behind me and hid for two days until my granddad found me. I wouldn’t go back to the hospital. Hospitals and nurses still made me nervous,” he said. Mr. Wiggins moved back over to his window to keep watch.

* * * * * * *
“Son, you know I’m gonna’ have to clean you out. I’ve had this done to me several times when the Colonel was gonna’ use my black ass to fuck. If you work with me, I’ll try’n make it as quick and painless for you as possible. If it starts getting too much for you, lemme’ know and I can take care of it, but you have to take a full bag three times in a row. By the way, he ain’t chore’ real daddy, is he, Son?” Lamar asked.

“Naw, sir. He’s my step-dad,” Dwayne replied with remorse.

“I figured as much. Okay, I’m gonna’ release the clamp now, Boy. You hold on as long as you can. If you got a lot a’ shit in you, you won’t be able to take a full bag the first time.”

Dwayne heard the ‘snap’ of the clamp being released and felt the warm liquid flowing into his bowels. The big black man rested one knee on the platform Dwayne was on, reached around and under Dwayne and began to slowly, but deeply massage his stomach with both his huge hands. Dwayne could smell the big man's clean, powerful masculine essence emanating from him. Whoever said black men stink was a damnable liar. This man smelled wonderful. It had to be the most sensual thing Dwayne ever experienced. He thought he might come. The big man read his mind. “Don’t worry, Son, if you have to come, let it fly. I shot my load a couple of times when Sgt. O’Malley was massaging my belly. If you come, I’ll clean it up real fast so’s your step-dad won’t know. As you get more in you, it’ll pass, I promise. Talk to me, Son. It’ll help take your mind off the cramps.”

Mr. Bradley was pretty sure the Colonel wasn’t sitting around watching the taping of him giving his step-son an enema. He heard the Colonel go downstairs and knew he was in the kitchen, probably getting himself another beer. Dwayne was quickly filling up. He began to feel cramps in his stomach, but the giant man knew what he was feeling and worked his cramps away.

“C’moan, Boy, talk to me,” he urged.

“Do you like him fuck’n you, sir?” Dwayne asked.

“I hated it the first time. I didn’t know what to expect. I was scared shit-less. Sgt. O’Malley cleaned me out so good I didn’t have any shit in me to scare out,” he laughed, “I never had sex with a man. Even if I wanted to, I would a’ been the one what done the fuck'n. All the other recruits told me not to volunteer for a special assignment with the Colonel, or I’d get my ass fucked. I didn’t believe them. I thought since I had to be in the Marines or be in prison, I’d try to make the best showing I could, so I volunteered. After the first time, I saw it wasn’t so bad, and I thought I might get used to it. The Colonel told me he’s think’n about getting me assigned to his staff. Get’n fucked by the Colonel's a Hell of a lot better than dodging bullets in the Middle East and I'm an easy target.

"The first time the Colonel fucked me, he was rough and brutal, but after a while it began to feel pretty damn good. I found my body doing things to give him the best fuck I could. I never thought I would, but I began to enjoy it. I’d beat a man half to death if he ever suggested I might do some'um like 'at one day. I began fucking him back as hard or harder than he was fuck’n me. I worked my old asshole so it would be as tight for him as I could make it. It worked, too. I got him off in no time. Only thing was, I didn’t have him give’n me that wonderful feeling no more. I felt empty afterward and wanted more of him. I made a fool of myself. I cried and begged him to put his big dick back in my black hole and fuck me again. He never fucked me the second time. He let two of his fellow officers fuck me after him the last time he fucked me, but they weren’t near as good as your step-dad.”

“Oh, God, sir, I can’t take no more. Please, sir. Let me get to the toilet,” Dwayne pleaded.

“Try’n take a little more, Son. You almost got a full bag in you. If you don’t take it all, we gotta' start over again until you do it three times. When you get the shit out of you, it’ll be easier to take a full bag.”

“I can’t, sir. God, I’m so full!” Dwayne cried out.

Bradley could see Dwayne was having severe trouble holding it. The boy was leaking a little down his leg. Bradley reached up and snapped off the clamp. The flow stopped and Dwayne stayed for a few minutes on his hands and knees.

“You got so little left to go, boy. Lemme’ kneed your gut a little more and maybe, together, we can get the rest in.”

“I can’t, sir! I have to go – now!” Dwayne exclaimed.

Recruit Bradley pulled the plug from Dwayne's ass and motioned for him to move to the toilet. He exited the room as the bottom dropped out of the boy’s butt. Dwayne felt like his guts were falling out his asshole. He’d never had an enema before, and while he had to admit, part of it was sensual, it was humiliating, extremely uncomfortable, and anxiety ridden. It was such a relief to have the pressure gone from his gut. He took a can of aerosol deodorant and sprayed it around to mask the bad smells. The little exhaust fan was humming quietly taking most of the foul odors away and out the window. He looked up to see recruit Bradley with his big arms folded looking down on him from the hallway like a benevolent genie. As wasted as Dwayne was from the experience he couldn’t help get an erection every time he looked upon the giant’s body and huge penis.

Dwayne could only hope his step-dad would order the man to fuck him. Could his body accommodate a man as big as recruit Bradley? He didn’t know, but if given the chance he would try. If it killed him, at least he was pretty sure he would die with a big-old smile on his face. He had to make it look really good, like he was afraid of Bradley's size so the Colonel would perversely make sure the big man fucked him. It almost made Dwayne want to call a halt to Operation Sideshow Bob, but something deep in his gut wouldn’t let him. He knew in his heart the Colonel’s long range plans would ultimately destroy him and his mother. As angry or disappointed with his mother as he might be, she was still his mother. She deserved his love and protection. He just didn’t have to give her all of himself. Dwayne cleaned himself and got back onto the platform for another bagful of enema solution. Recruit Bradley came in, took the bag, squirted in a bit of liquid Ivory and filled it the rest of the way with warm water. He shook it to make sure it was thoroughly mixed and hung it back on the nail.

“This time it’ll be a little easier for you, Boy, trust me,” Lamar said with concern.

Dwayne couldn’t help but like the big man. He was trying to make it as easy for him as he could. He really wanted Dwayne to succeed even if it was something his perverted step-dad wanted. Recruit Bradley gently inserted the nozzle back into Dwayne’s asshole and sat down on the toilet. “Ready, Boy?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, Mr. Bradley,” Dwayne replied.

Bradley leaned forward, clicked-open the pinch valve, and once again the enema solution he prepared began to flow into Dwayne’s gut.

“Talk to me this time, Boy. Sgt. O’Malley taught me to do that, and it works to get your mind off the discomfort. How old are you, Son?” he asked.

“Sixteen, sir,” Dwayne replied.

“Judas Priest!” Lamar said quietly, “I thought you was much older than that. You’s so big for your age. I thought you's already out of school and maybe hanging around home. I thought that’s why he wanted to do this. He just wanted to get you out of the house, maybe out on your own. That ain’t it a 'tall, is it, Son?” he asked empathatically.

“Naw, sir. I’m just a sophomore in high school. I got two more years to go. I can’t tell you why he’s doing this, sir. The less you know, the better it is for you. Trust me, sir,” Dwayne said.

"You telling me there's something you know I don't, Son?" Lamar asked.

"Yes, sir," Dwayne replied.

* * * * * * *
In the bunkhouse, Casey and Sidney continued to watch the spectacle of their handsome, beloved brother take bag after bag of enema solution. They could sometime make out a bit of the men’s conversation. Sidney speculated the Colonel had the volume control on the camera turned way down. Somehow, Sidney got the idea the Colonel didn’t care about the sound. Why wouldn’t he be interested in the sound? Perhaps he just wanted the picture. Why only the picture? ‘Humm’ what’s wrong with this picture?’ He mused to himself. Sidney experienced an epiphany. Suddenly, he focused, and everything came together like the final pieces of a jig-saw puzzle. It all made sense. There was no doubt in Sidney's mind.

End Chapter 14 ~ Texas Longhorns
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TEXAS LONGHORNS
By Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 14

That evening, after dad and I returned to the ranch, I finished my homework, and helped dad in the kitchen prepare our evening meal. When it was just him and me in the kitchen, we worked together as a team. We were efficient and could put a healthy meal on the table in under an hour. Dad was humming to himself, and I was in a pretty good mood considering I felt like I just set my brother adrift in uncertain waters. I knew without asking why my old man was in good spirits. I spent a week dividing my attentions between him and my brothers. He had his boy to himself for the evening.

We talked about a lot of things at dinner, but I tried to stay away from discussing Operation Sideshow Bob. I thought we needed to give it a rest for a while. It was just us, together again. I think it was at that time I began to realize how our roles were gradually changing. I leaned on and depended on him to be there for me all these years, especially the last several years since mom died. However, that began a period of leaning on each other for mutual support which helped me and taught me to accept the responsibility for the needs and feelings of another human being beside myself.

My dad was still the strong, stalwart hero he always was to me, but now, he was depending on me just a little more than previously. He wasn’t about to put more on my shoulders than he thought I could handle, but he was allowing himself to enjoy the rewards and reap the harvest of love he so unselfishly gave me over the years. He could feel my genuine concern for him without a word being said between us. It was in the way we related to each other. I tried to treat him with the utmost respect he so richly deserved and he, in turn, sometimes overwhelmed me with his unconditional love. That didn’t mean there wasn’t a great deal of fun pass between us from time to time.

“You finish your lessons?” he asked.

“Yes, sir. I had a shit-load of Algebra problems to do, read three chapters of history, and made notes. I had some other stuff to do that didn’t take as long.”

“What da’ ya’ wanna’ do for the rest of the evening? Watch a little T.V.?”

“Naw, sir. Ain’t much in the mood for television or watching a flick,” I replied. Dad kept eating his dessert I fixed for us. I was good at whipping up instant pudding and glopping some cool whip on top. He knew I was looking at him, but he wouldn’t look up. I could tell he was waiting for me to respond. I knew he wouldn’t push the subject further. I knew him so well, I could tell what he was thinking. “Thought I might like to curl up next to a big cowboy I love for a little while, whisper some outrageous things to him while I steal a couple of kisses from him, and see if anything pops up between us we might talk about.”

He never looked up from eating his dessert, but I could see a big grin cross his face. “Think you know me pretty damn well, don’cha,’ Honcho?" he asked, still not looking up.

“God, I’m a’ hope’n so,” I said like I was hurting.

He threw his head back and laughed. He looked at me and winked. “I missed my boy,” he said softly looking back down at his dessert.

“Your boy missed his dad, sir. In fact, I’m gonna’ steal them damn legs a’ yorn so ya’ can’t get away from me tonight,” I grinned at him.

“Humm, that’s some pretty serious shit, steal’n your old man’s legs,” he grinned.

“Yes, sir, I realize that, sir, and I humbly apologize, but when a man's got the hongries for some prime cowboy beef, a body’ll do most anything to git his-self a taste,” I explained most contritely.

“You are so full of shit, Boy, you know that?” he asked.

“Yeah, well, you’re all the time tell’n me, the fruit don’t fall too far from the tree,” I replied and laughed at him.

“Oh, fuck! How can I help love you, Boy? C’moan, honcho, let’s us git this kitchen cleaned up and git our butts to the shower.”

“Uh, shower, sir?” I asked pleadingly.

“Son, I been on my pony all damn day in the hot sun. You know how warm it was today,” he said.

“Yes, sir, I certainly do,” I said and grinned.

My old man roared with laughter. “You’re so damn much like my little brother Seth. He would break down and cry when he found out I cleaned up after a hard day in the saddle without letting him have some of me first,” Dad shook his head and laughed. “So be it, Boy. Yore’ old man wants to make ya’ happy.”

I assured him it would make me very happy, and in turn, I would try to make him just as happy. We lay together and made love for a while before I took my cowboy dad. He was just the right degree of ripe. All his male pheromones were surrounding me and made me go crazy while I was pleasuring him. I hadn’t been intimate with him for over a week other than a morning eyeopener as he called them. As soon as he shot into my mouth, my own body acted like I had no control over it, and I shot all over the bed. Fortunately, it was time for us to change the sheets anyway. We lay together in the afterglow talking quietly.

“When you gonna’ lemme’ have a taste of yore’ cowboy cock?” Dad asked.

“It’s yours any time you want it. I been keep’n it warm fer ya’, but if’n I remember correctly, the last time you tried you damn near choked to death. Thought I was gonna’ have to call the paramedics,” I replied and chuckled.

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s pretty fuck’n intimidating when your sixteen year old boy has a bigger cock than you do,” Dad bemoaned.

“I guess old granddad done stuck it to ya’ again, didn’t he?” I roared with laughter, and dad pinched me a good one.

“Ouch! That hurt! Wait a minute, look at me," I demanded, "Do I look frustrated to you? Here I am lying in a puddle of my own spunk after suck’n off my old man. I ain’t complaining none. What’s a son for if’n he can’t take care of his dad ever’ now and then?” I laughed.

“I jes’ don’t want our relationship to be one sided,” Dad said.

“Ah, what the Hell are you talk’n about, Old Man? It ain’t one sided. Jes’ ‘cause you can’t git chore’ mouth around my dick don’t mean we’s one sided. You jacked me off lots of times. Besides, I like taking care of my old man. Must be all right with my little buddy down South if’n he gits so excited he throws up while I’m do’n it.”

Dad thought that was irreverent and funny. “You’d make an excuse to the Devil for me if’n he caught me with a pound of Hell in my hand,” he said.

“Two pounds maybe, Old Man. One pound? You’re on yore’ own,” I shot back and laughed at him. Damned if he didn’t pinch me again.

I got him into his wheelchair, we changed the sheets on the bed, and I took him in for our shower. I don’t think he let me go even once during the night. I laughed to myself before falling asleep. I probably felt safer, more secure, and certainly more loved, than ninety-nine percent of the kids in the world sleeping in the arms of a man with no legs.

* * * * * * *
Dwayne was waiting for us out by the black top when dad and I drove by the Dunbar place. Dad called and told Sadie we’d pick him up. She thanked him and hurried Dwayne out to the road. We stopped, and he got in the back. I was sitting up front with dad. I could see the fear and dread in my brother’s face.

“Worried?” I asked him.

“A little. I’ll just be glad when it’s over. I don’t know what he told my mom, but I’m being punished this weekend and have to stay home with him. Mom’s leaving around noon on Friday to go back to her sister’s so I’m sure he won’t waste no time getting me strung up in the barn.”

“Just remember, Son, you won’t be alone this time,” Dad tried to reassure Dwayne.

“I know, Mr. Longhorn. That’s the only thing what keeps me feeling strong enough to get through it. Mom questioned me for sometime last night. She knows some’um’s wrong, but I didn’t tell her a lot. She’s got so damn much on her mind, I think she’s just given in to him. She told me I had to do whatever he said all weekend, she was leaving me in his care,” Dwayne lamented.

"If he pulls his usual shit with you, you won’t have to put up with him more than Friday night, then you can stay the rest of the time with us,” Dad said to Dwayne.

“I’d shore' 'nuff appreciate that, Mr. Longhorn,” Dwayne replied.

* * * * * * *
Dad dropped us off and Mr. Wiggins pulled up right behind us. He waved to my dad, put his truck in park, set the brake, got out, and walked to my dad’s truck to talk with him for a minute. Sidney got out of the other side and walked over to us. Sticker touched the tip of his huge cowboy hat in respect to Mr. Longhorn. “Casey called Logan last night and said everything was on for this weekend. Sid wanted me to ask if we could meet at your place Friday afternoon and sort of use it as a base of operations?”

“Sure, that’ll be fine. I’d enjoy having you men over aside from the fact it won’t be for a pleasurable visit,” Dad said.

“Good, I’ll tell Sid when I get back. I’m sure he’ll give you a call before then.”

“Great. Look forward to hearing from you guys.” Dad waved and drove away. Mr. Wiggins waved to us, got back in his truck and left.

* * * * * * *
The days were getting warmer, and it was another beautiful day at school. The three of us took our trays outside for lunch. Gary Peacock was carrying his usual brown bag and looked at us. I motioned for him to join us. He came over, greeted us warmly, and set down. He seemed in good spirits. He cleaned himself up, got a haircut, and was wearing some new clothes. He looked like a different boy. He looked damn good. “Looking good today, Gary. Got some new threads, and it looks like ya' gotcha' ears lowered a mite,” Dwayne commented.

“Yeah,” Sidney and I agreed. Gary smiled.

“Thanks. Bought me some new clothes. I’m working for old man Reason at his gas station after school and weekends. It ain’t much, but it’s better’n nothing. I saved up and bought me a couple of things. I feel better about myself.”

“And, well you should, Gary. I envy you making a little extra money. Hell, Dwayne and I work our butts off for our dads, but we don’t get paid nothing. Well, we get a small allowance,” I told him.

“All things being equal,” Gary said unfolding his sandwich, “I’d rather live on a ranch like you guys than in a trailer park.”

“Sidney told me something about that the other night, about all things being equal in some way or another. I think I can understand how you feel,” I grinned and winked at Sidney. He smiled real big and looked pleased I remembered his words.

“By the way, Casey, I appreciated your note, Bro. It took a big man to write them words, and I ain’t jes’ referring to your tackle, neither,” Gary said, winked at me, and laughed. We laughed with him.

“Ah, Hell, it’s in the past, Bro. Forget it. We have,” I told him and Sidney and Dwayne agreed with me.

We finished lunch and excused ourselves. Gary was through with his food anyway and hailed one of his buddies. Dwayne and Sidney followed me to the field house so I could shave. We talked on the way, but Sidney and I got the idea Dwayne didn’t want to talk about the next day. So, we talked about everything else. With Sidney around there was no end of subjects to talk about. We couldn’t talk about anything Sidney didn’t know something about and generally knew a lot about. Dwayne and I could never figure out how a mind in such a small body could store as much information as Sidney seemed to possess. I would look at Dwayne sometimes while we were listening to Sidney and roll my eyes. We would break up over the fund of information he would be imparting to us. Poor Sidney would look at us in frustration and then grin real big knowing we had no idea what he was talking about.

* * * * * * *
Friday afternoon arrived and dad and Mr. Wiggins picked up the three of us from school. Most of the details for that evening were worked out over the phone between Sidney senior and my dad. Dad heard from Frank and Curly. The Colonel gave them the weekend off starting Friday afternoon and they didn’t have to be back until Sunday evening late. They were planning on driving directly to our ranch to be in on the ground floor of Operation Sideshow Bob. Curly was as big a Simpsons fan as we were and patiently explained to Frank and our dads who Sideshow Bob was. (the voice of the talented but tragically politically misguided Kelsey Grammer) Sideshow Bob was a self-important, pathetic, inept villain, Robert Underdunk Terwilliger, who was always trying to kill Bart Simpson. He had ‘Die, Bart, Die!’ tattooed across his chest but claimed it was a German rapid transit advertisement. Curly told them we couldn’t have picked a better name for our caper; however, he told us later he wasn’t real sure they appreciated the droll humor of it like we did.

Frank and Curly were getting ready to leave when we got there. They never locked the bunkhouse and told us to make ourselves ‘to home.’ Mr. Wiggins, Sidney, and I made our way to the bunkhouse as dad drove down the gravel road to the black top followed closely by Frank and Curly in their truck. We didn’t worry about the Colonel finding out we were in the bunkhouse. Frank and Curly draped the windows with heavy drapes so no sunlight could get in. They sometimes liked to bunk it in when they weren’t working the ranch, and they liked it dark. Besides, it provided them with a lot of privacy in case they wanted to wander around in the nude.

We weren’t going to turn on any lights. Frank and Curly left small night lights on all the time anyway, and there was plenty of ambient light. Sidney got set up with his plug-in DC adapter for his lap-top. He wasn’t going to take a chance on his batteries going dead at a crucial point in his recording. We knew we’d probably be stuck there most of the evening. Sidney and I had our cell phones to keep in touch with our base central at our ranch. Dwayne had his cell phone if something was going wrong or the Colonel changed his plans for the evening. We could make our way out the back to the access road and have dad pick us up.

Sidney turned everything on to check the system, and everything seemed to be working perfectly. Mr. Wiggins shook his head in amazement at Sidney’s genius in working everything like a professional. Sidney was like a virtuoso with the controls. I was surprised, Sidney wanted to leave everything turned on in case anything happened early. Besides, he explained, there was less chance in something going wrong if the system was warmed up beforehand. Made sense to me, but I’m not sure why. Mr. Wiggins walked to the window once in a while to see if the Colonel came home yet. After a while Sidney and I looked up when we heard Mr. Wiggins exclaim, “Ho-lee shit! He’s brought a giant black man home with him. He’s obviously one of his recruits.”

Sidney and I ran to the other window to peak out. The big man was dressed in Marine fatigue pants, an olive-drab t-shirt, a green Marine Corp fatigue cap, and boots. Mr. Wiggins was right, he was huge. He towered over the Colonel a good foot and a half. Sidney and I could see his massive development and huge arms. He looked like a professional bodybuilder.

“Well, I don’t think there’s any doubt what the Colonel plans to do with the recruit he brought home with him,” Mr. Wiggins stated flatly.

Sidney and I just shook our heads in agreement. We could hear the Colonel barking orders to the huge recruit. He dutifully followed the Colonel into the house. I turned to Mr. Wiggins. “Uh, Mr. Wiggins, I think you should call base central and report this to our dads. They gave us specific instructions to notify them if anything out of the ordinary happens. Mr. Wiggins agreed, took my cell phone and I showed him the button to punch to automatically dial the number to the ranch.

* * * * * * *
“Have a seat at the table, recruit. I’ll get chu’ a beer,” barked Colonel Dunbar.

“Sir! Yes, sir, thank you, sir,” the big black recruit answered crisply as he pulled out a chair and sat down.

The Colonel got two beers from the fridge, set one in front of the recruit and popped his open to take a big pull from the can. He motioned for the recruit to start drinking his beer. He popped the top, took a drink, set his beer down on the table, and set up, squarely in his chair, like he was sitting at attention. The Colonel didn’t sit down. He set his beer on the table, then began walking back and forth in front of the recruit with his hands clasp behind his back.

“You’re a little older than the usual recruit, ain’t chu,’ Son?” the Colonel asked the huge black man.

“Sir! Yes, sir! I’m twenty-three, sir. I had me a good job. I was doing all right for myself. Worked out at a gym near where I lived, four, sometimes five nights a week. Kept my big, black, nose clean, sir. I took a ride in a friend’s new car. We were pulled over by the cops and come to find out the car wasn’t his. He stole it, sir. Even though he told the judge I was innocent and had no knowledge of his crime, I still got sentenced as an accessory. The judge was gonna’ gimme’ two to five, but he told me if I joined the Marines and did a tour of duty he’d drop all the charges, but it would still remain on my arrest record.”

“Glad you joined, Son?” the Colonel asked.

“Sir! Yes, sir! I’d rather be in the Corps than in prison, sir,” the recruit replied.

“You were told you were to come with me this weekend for a special work detail on my ranch. Is that right, Recruit?”

“Sir! Yes, sir!” he replied crisply.

“As I understand it, you volunteered for this special assignment knowing you would be working for me all weekend. Is that correct, Recruit?”

“Sir! Yes, sir!”

“Well, that’s true, it is a work detail, but we’re gonna’ have a little fun, too. I’m sure that’s all right with you, right, Recruit?” the Colonel asked.

“Sir! Yes, sir!” he replied.

“Remember how Sgt. O’Malley cleaned you out for the Colonel’s use several times?”

“Sir! Yes, sir!”

“You enjoyed the Colonel using your fine black ass, didn’t you, Recruit?

“Sir! Yes, sir!”

“Ever’ time the Colonel fucked you, you begged him for more, didn’t you, Recruit?”

Sir! Yes, sir!”

“And, why did you beg the Colonel for more, Recruit?”

“Sir! Because you fucked my black Marine ass good, sir!”

“Felt good with the Colonel’s big cock way up your butt fuck’n you like the fine Marine you are, didn’t it, Recruit?”

“Sir! Yes, sir! It felt really good, sir!”

“And, why did the Colonel fuck your fine black ass, Recruit?”

“Sir! For the Corps, sir!”

“Good, Recruit! That’s exactly right! And, I have to say, of all the Jar-head butt I’ve fucked over the years, yours has got to be one of the finest.”

“Sir! Thank you, sir!

“You’re welcome, recruit. You’re a credit to the Corps. I don’t know what it is about your fine ass, recruit, but when I get my dick inside you, you just seem to know how to use your love muscle to clamp down on my old cock, hang on, and not let go until you git chore’ man off. There’s a lot of untapped talent and dedication in that fine ass of yours. You’re the only recruit I ever honored with the Colonel’s dick more than once, and I’ve fucked you – humm, let’s see – how many times, recruit?”

“Sir! Eight times, sir! And, I enjoyed ever’ one, sir! Thank you, sir!”

“And you volunteered for each fuck’n, right, recruit?”

“Sir! Yes, sir!”

“I’m think’n about having you assigned to my private staff after you finish boot camp. I’m not happy with the grunt I have on my staff right now. You would be responsible for taking care of the Colonel anytime he needs a fine piece of Jar-head butt.”

“Sir! Yes, sir! I’d like that, sir!”

“I’m sure you would, recruit; however, it would require you to keep yourself clean at all times. When the Colonel snaps his fingers and points to his desk, you have ta’ drop your pants, lean over his desk, reach back with your hands, spread your fine, black ass, and offer it up to the Colonel or any of his fellow officers he might choose to let fuck you.”

“Sir! Yes, sir!”

“Remember the last time I fucked you real good, and I let Major Garrison and Major Lucas fuck you?”

“Sir! Yes, sir! They fucked me good, sir, but not nearly as good as you fuck me, sir!”

“Well, of course they didn’t, Son. The Colonel knows how to fuck a Marine recruit better’n anybody. I got years of fuck’n tight-assed recruits under my belt. You’re look’n at the best Jar-head ass fucker in the Corps, recruit,” the Colonel bragged.

“Sir! Yes, sir! I agree, sir! Mean’n no disrespect, sir, but the Majors couldn’t hold a candle to your fuck’n, sir. You know how to fuck a recruit right, sir! After you fuck me, sir, I stay fucked for three, maybe four days afterward, sir!”

“Glad to hear it, Recruit! Did ju’ volunteer for this assignment hoping the Colonel might fuck that fine, black, Marine ass of yours again, Son!”

“Sir! Yes sir! I was hoping you might, sir!”

“I don’t wanna’ disappoint you, recruit, but I didn’t bring you out here to enjoy your find ass this weekend; although, if you feel you just have to have some of the Colonel’s find, big cock up yore’ butt, if you ask him right nice, he just might find it in his big heart to accommodate you.”

“Yes, sir! Thank you, sir! I’d appreciate that, sir!”

“I brought you out here to help me break in my boy to the spirit of the Corps. He’s wild, irresponsible, uncontrollable, his momma’s spoils him rotten, and he won’t listen to or mind his parents. He’s in great need of some discipline. I plan to see he gets broken this weekend so I can rebuild him to become a man, a Marine. Understand, Recruit?”

“Sir! Yes, sir!”

“And you’re gonna’ help me! Understand, Recruit?”

“Sir! Yes, sir!”

“Fine! Fine, recruit. You’re a good Marine.”

“Sir! Thank you, sir!”

“You sit here for a few minutes, enjoy your beer, and I’ll get him.”

“Sir! Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!”

* * * * * * *
The Colonel didn’t try to lower his voice or hide his talk with the large black recruit. Hell, it was his home; it was his domain. Let the little piss-ant hear how he deals with his recruits. Maybe it would sink into his queer step-son’s head he was a man of no nonsense. Maybe the Colonel would get his message across he intended to break Dwayne. Resistance was futile. Dwayne was sitting at his desk trying to read a chapter in his history book without much success. He heard every word which passed between the Colonel and the recruit. He was embarrassed. He couldn’t control his penis. It was roaring hard. He felt so helpless and annoyed at his lack of self-control. Just the sound of the Colonel’s voice talking to the recruit was enough to get him aroused.

He heard the Colonel’s big boots stomping down the hall towards his room. Dwayne was sure the Colonel was stomping just a little louder to intimidate him. It worked, Dwayne was intimidated. If nothing else, he had a healthy respect for the Colonel. He always wondered just where the breaking point in the Colonel’s controlling personality was? How far would it take to push him over the edge? There was no knock on Dwayne’s bedroom door. The Colonel burst into the room and saw his step-son at his desk doing homework. Dwayne could tell the Colonel was not in the mood for exchanging pleasantries. He could see the sociopathic fire in his eyes.

“You’re ass is mine, this weekend, Boy. I’ve brought you a present, Faggot. I brought you a big, fine, black Marine with a cock to fill your homo-tank, but good. Git chore’ clothes off and report to the kitchen for duty, muy pronto. Don’t make me have ta’ come back in here and git chu,’ ‘cause you won’t like it if I do,” the Colonel commanded Dwayne.

“Yes, sir,” Dwayne answered in a normal voice.

“I didn't hear you, Boy!” the Colonel growled at Dwayne.

“Yes, sir!” Dwayne jumped up from his desk and started removing his clothes immediately.

“That’s more like it, Queer-boy. I want chu’ in the kitchen standing at parade rest in five minutes. Got that, Faggot?”

“Yes, sir!” Dwayne shouted.

Dwayne tried like crazy to think of something to make his dick lose its erection, but try as he might, the most he could get it to do was become semi-flaccid. In less than five minutes Dwayne appeared buck-ass naked in the kitchen. He positioned himself in front of the table and hit parade rest. The recruit stood up as a common courtesy when anyone came into the room. It was drilled into him in the Marine Corps. The Marines may build men, but they also teach a few manners along the way. There, before Dwayne, stood the largest man of any color he ever saw in his life. The man was a giant. He was huge and massively developed. On top of that, he just happened to be one of the finest looking black men Dwayne ever saw, but somehow, he was different. He was so black his skin had a blue-black sheen to it that made his skin appear to be made of obsidian rather than human skin. He was completely bald or he shaved his head every day. Dwayne decided he must be bald. His head was perfect in every detail and seemed to be flawless. There were no noticeable shave scraps or razor burns. His head had the same sheen as the rest of his perfect body. He appeared to Dwayne like a black God.

The giant black man was magnificent. He had to be the most physically attractive, adult male Dwayne ever saw. He would’ve fallen at the man’s feet and begged to make love to him. Dwayne’s cock immediately raised like a surrender flag on a tall pole until it was so hard it was slapping against his belly like a plectrum spring on a harpsichord. It wasn’t missed by the recruit. Dwayne's penis, while smaller than Casey's, was larger than the Colonel's. Dwayne wondered sometimes if the Colonel was doing this to him because he was jealous of the size of his dick. Penis envy is quite common in the corps. Dwayne was considerably more 'man' in the male tackle department than the Colonel, but what the Colonel lacked in length he made up for in thickness. His cock was about the size of a beer can. The giant's eyes met Dwayne’s, he smiled warmly, and grinned when he looked down at Dwayne’s hard cock. Dwayne could tell he was impressed with his size. Dwayne looked at the huge man’s crotch and saw his enormous cock was rapidly filling with blood. The recruit saw him look at his crotch and moved ever so slightly so Dwayne could get a better view of him. It was like the rest of the man – enormous.

“As you can see, Mr. Bradley, my boy is a raging homosexual. You can see how glad he is to meet you,’” Dunbar said and sneered.

“Sir! Yes, sir! Mean’n no disrespect to you, sir, but my ole cock is happy to meet chore’ boy, sir,” the recruit replied.

“Good. Good, recruit Bradley. You two will get along fine. Now, Mr. Bradley, this is my boy. You don’t need to know his name. You will refer to him as ‘Faggot,’ ‘Queer,’ ‘Homo,’ or ‘Boy.’ Got that, recruit?” Dunbar asked.

“Sir! Yes, sir!”

“As for you, Faggot, this man is Mr. Lamar Bradley. You will call him ‘Mr. Bradley,’ or ‘sir.’ Call him by anything else and you will regret it. Do I make myself clear, Boy?” Dunbar barked at Dwayne.

“Yes, sir.” Dwayne replied.

“I didn't hear you, Boy!” Dunbar shouted.

“Sir! Yes, sir!” Dwayne responded loudly.

“Fine. Glad we understand each other, Girly-boy,” he said.

“Now, Recruit, it’s just us men here all weekend. Take off your fatigues. I want my homo son to see what a real man looks like,” the Colonel commanded the black recruit.

“Sir! Yes, sir!” the big man replied and quickly began to remove his pants.

When Dwayne saw the giant black man's male member drop from his fatigue pants he almost fainted. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. No man has a penis that large. It had to be fourteen inches long and a good two and a half to three inches in diameter. It had the same beautiful blue-black sheen as the rest of him, except Dwayne noticed the head surrounded by his full foreskin was a dark reddish-pink color. Every muscle of the big man's body was developed to almost maximum proportions. He looked like he was as strong as a bull ox. He was a magnificent specimen of a man. He, too, was semi-flaccid. Dwayne thought if the Colonel brought him this present to intimidate him he was sadly mistaken. Dwayne wickedly wondered if it would be inappropriate for him to fall to the Colonel's feet and kiss his boots in gratitude for his gift.

“Mr. Bradley, you will take my queer-boy to the upstairs bathroom. There you will find the tub which has been covered with a three-quarter inch piece of plywood. There’s also a shower stall up there. No one uses the tub so I covered it for my wife to put plants on. The plants have been temporarily removed. Take my faggot son up there and you will find equipment to clean him out like Sgt. O’Malley uses to clean you out. There’s an exhaust fan in there that works real good. Turn it on and git out while he relieves himself. Fill him up three times and make damn sure he takes a full bag each time. If he don’t, fill it up again, start over until he does take a complete bag and holds it for several minutes, at least five, until you give him permission to let it go. Do just like the Sergeant does with you, massage and kneed his belly to make sure the soapy water gits way up in there to clean him out good. You don’t want the Colonel to get any faggot shit on his fine dick, do you, Recruit?”

“Sir! No, sir!”

“All right! I’ll go up there with you to show you how I want the solution prepared. I’m also gonna’ turn on a video camera and film it to my VCR in my computer room. Pay no attention to it.” The Colonel led Dwayne and the black recruit to the upstairs bathroom and showed Mr. Bradley where everything was. He prepared the first bag of enema solution with warm water and a squirt of liquid Ivory soap. He shook it up, and it was ready to go. Lastly, he reached over and flipped the switch on his video camera.

* * * * * * *
“Woah! Hold on, here! Hello!” Sidney exclaimed as a fourth screen popped up on his lap top.

He figured out pretty damn quick the Colonel had his own camera set up in the house, and the signal was either being sent to a VCR or his computer. Sidney bet on a VCR. He figured correctly the Colonel wasn’t technically sharp enough to know how to multiplex to a computer let alone burn a DVD. He could clearly see his brother buck-ass naked with the huge Marine working with him.

“Sidney, can he pick up your signals from the barn?” I asked him.

“Good question, Casey, but I already thought of that possibility. First of all he’d have to have the same multiplex decoder software I’m using to decode the other three signals. There’s no way he could have it because I’m the only person who has a copy. You see, I wrote the program. Secondly, he’d have to use the same operating system I’m using and there’s a one percent chance he’s intelligent enough to use Linux. In his case, probably a lot lower. Even if he was using Linux he’d still need the decoding software. I can pick his signal up because it’s a standard broadcasting signal for most remote video cameras. Ours are set at three different bandwidths which he’d have to know to pick them up. Even if, by some outrageously slim chance, the signals were to cross, it would end up snow or at best garbage.”

“Can you record what’s going on in there?” I asked amazed at his genius.

“It’s being recorded even as we speak, Brother,” Sidney replied and grinned at me.

Mr. Wiggins looked at me, grinned, rolled his eyes, and shook his head. He began looking at what was going on. Then the big, black man turned toward the camera for only a minute, but it was long enough to get a good shot of his cock.

“Ho-lee crap!” Mr. Wiggins exclaimed, “He ain’t no man, he’s a fuck’n horse. Now I know how the Centaur legends got started.”

Sidney giggled and agreed the idea had merit.

“You know the Colonel’s gonna’ have him fuck Dwayne, for sure,” Mr. Wiggins said.

“Lucky Dwayne,” I said under my breath, but loud enough my little brother heard it.

“Oh, God, Case, you are so bad! You’re far worse than your old man,” Sid said, but he couldn’t help laugh. They both knew I was joking, but Mr. Wiggins started looking at me in a new way and grinned real big. We watched the black man order Dwayne up on the covered bathtub on his hands and knees. We watched as the recruit stuck the nozzle into our bubba’s butt, hung the huge bag of liquid on a nail the Colonel instructed him to use. He didn't released the pinch clamp for the liquid to flow into Dwayne right away. He sat on the toilet for a minute to talk with Dwayne.

“What’s he gonna’ do to Dwayne, Casey?” Mr. Wiggins asked.

“He’s gonna’ give him an enema to clean him out so's the Colonel won’t get his cock dirty when he fucks him.”

Mr. Wiggins couldn’t believe the big man was going to give Dwayne an enema. “Humm, makes sense in a way. If a man’s gonna' have anal sex, it probably would be safer and healthier not having anything up there, but I can’t watch. I had a nurse try’n give me an enema in a hospital onetime when I was a kid. I ran out of the hospital buck-ass naked leaving a trail of dirty water and shit behind me and hid for two days until my granddad found me. I wouldn’t go back to the hospital. Hospitals and nurses still made me nervous,” he said. Mr. Wiggins moved back over to his window to keep watch.

* * * * * * *
“Son, you know I’m gonna’ have to clean you out. I’ve had this done to me several times when the Colonel was gonna’ use my black ass to fuck. If you work with me, I’ll try’n make it as quick and painless for you as possible. If it starts getting too much for you, lemme’ know and I can take care of it, but you have to take a full bag three times in a row. By the way, he ain’t chore’ real daddy, is he, Son?” Lamar asked.

“Naw, sir. He’s my step-dad,” Dwayne replied with remorse.

“I figured as much. Okay, I’m gonna’ release the clamp now, Boy. You hold on as long as you can. If you got a lot a’ shit in you, you won’t be able to take a full bag the first time.”

Dwayne heard the ‘snap’ of the clamp being released and felt the warm liquid flowing into his bowels. The big black man rested one knee on the platform Dwayne was on, reached around and under Dwayne and began to slowly, but deeply massage his stomach with both his huge hands. Dwayne could smell the big man's clean, powerful masculine essence emanating from him. Whoever said black men stink was a damnable liar. This man smelled wonderful. It had to be the most sensual thing Dwayne ever experienced. He thought he might come. The big man read his mind. “Don’t worry, Son, if you have to come, let it fly. I shot my load a couple of times when Sgt. O’Malley was massaging my belly. If you come, I’ll clean it up real fast so’s your step-dad won’t know. As you get more in you, it’ll pass, I promise. Talk to me, Son. It’ll help take your mind off the cramps.”

Mr. Bradley was pretty sure the Colonel wasn’t sitting around watching the taping of him giving his step-son an enema. He heard the Colonel go downstairs and knew he was in the kitchen, probably getting himself another beer. Dwayne was quickly filling up. He began to feel cramps in his stomach, but the giant man knew what he was feeling and worked his cramps away.

“C’moan, Boy, talk to me,” he urged.

“Do you like him fuck’n you, sir?” Dwayne asked.

“I hated it the first time. I didn’t know what to expect. I was scared shit-less. Sgt. O’Malley cleaned me out so good I didn’t have any shit in me to scare out,” he laughed, “I never had sex with a man. Even if I wanted to, I would a’ been the one what done the fuck'n. All the other recruits told me not to volunteer for a special assignment with the Colonel, or I’d get my ass fucked. I didn’t believe them. I thought since I had to be in the Marines or be in prison, I’d try to make the best showing I could, so I volunteered. After the first time, I saw it wasn’t so bad, and I thought I might get used to it. The Colonel told me he’s think’n about getting me assigned to his staff. Get’n fucked by the Colonel's a Hell of a lot better than dodging bullets in the Middle East and I'm an easy target.

"The first time the Colonel fucked me, he was rough and brutal, but after a while it began to feel pretty damn good. I found my body doing things to give him the best fuck I could. I never thought I would, but I began to enjoy it. I’d beat a man half to death if he ever suggested I might do some'um like 'at one day. I began fucking him back as hard or harder than he was fuck’n me. I worked my old asshole so it would be as tight for him as I could make it. It worked, too. I got him off in no time. Only thing was, I didn’t have him give’n me that wonderful feeling no more. I felt empty afterward and wanted more of him. I made a fool of myself. I cried and begged him to put his big dick back in my black hole and fuck me again. He never fucked me the second time. He let two of his fellow officers fuck me after him the last time he fucked me, but they weren’t near as good as your step-dad.”

“Oh, God, sir, I can’t take no more. Please, sir. Let me get to the toilet,” Dwayne pleaded.

“Try’n take a little more, Son. You almost got a full bag in you. If you don’t take it all, we gotta' start over again until you do it three times. When you get the shit out of you, it’ll be easier to take a full bag.”

“I can’t, sir. God, I’m so full!” Dwayne cried out.

Bradley could see Dwayne was having severe trouble holding it. The boy was leaking a little down his leg. Bradley reached up and snapped off the clamp. The flow stopped and Dwayne stayed for a few minutes on his hands and knees.

“You got so little left to go, boy. Lemme’ kneed your gut a little more and maybe, together, we can get the rest in.”

“I can’t, sir! I have to go – now!” Dwayne exclaimed.

Recruit Bradley pulled the plug from Dwayne's ass and motioned for him to move to the toilet. He exited the room as the bottom dropped out of the boy’s butt. Dwayne felt like his guts were falling out his asshole. He’d never had an enema before, and while he had to admit, part of it was sensual, it was humiliating, extremely uncomfortable, and anxiety ridden. It was such a relief to have the pressure gone from his gut. He took a can of aerosol deodorant and sprayed it around to mask the bad smells. The little exhaust fan was humming quietly taking most of the foul odors away and out the window. He looked up to see recruit Bradley with his big arms folded looking down on him from the hallway like a benevolent genie. As wasted as Dwayne was from the experience he couldn’t help get an erection every time he looked upon the giant’s body and huge penis.

Dwayne could only hope his step-dad would order the man to fuck him. Could his body accommodate a man as big as recruit Bradley? He didn’t know, but if given the chance he would try. If it killed him, at least he was pretty sure he would die with a big-old smile on his face. He had to make it look really good, like he was afraid of Bradley's size so the Colonel would perversely make sure the big man fucked him. It almost made Dwayne want to call a halt to Operation Sideshow Bob, but something deep in his gut wouldn’t let him. He knew in his heart the Colonel’s long range plans would ultimately destroy him and his mother. As angry or disappointed with his mother as he might be, she was still his mother. She deserved his love and protection. He just didn’t have to give her all of himself. Dwayne cleaned himself and got back onto the platform for another bagful of enema solution. Recruit Bradley came in, took the bag, squirted in a bit of liquid Ivory and filled it the rest of the way with warm water. He shook it to make sure it was thoroughly mixed and hung it back on the nail.

“This time it’ll be a little easier for you, Boy, trust me,” Lamar said with concern.

Dwayne couldn’t help but like the big man. He was trying to make it as easy for him as he could. He really wanted Dwayne to succeed even if it was something his perverted step-dad wanted. Recruit Bradley gently inserted the nozzle back into Dwayne’s asshole and sat down on the toilet. “Ready, Boy?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, Mr. Bradley,” Dwayne replied.

Bradley leaned forward, clicked-open the pinch valve, and once again the enema solution he prepared began to flow into Dwayne’s gut.

“Talk to me this time, Boy. Sgt. O’Malley taught me to do that, and it works to get your mind off the discomfort. How old are you, Son?” he asked.

“Sixteen, sir,” Dwayne replied.

“Judas Priest!” Lamar said quietly, “I thought you was much older than that. You’s so big for your age. I thought you's already out of school and maybe hanging around home. I thought that’s why he wanted to do this. He just wanted to get you out of the house, maybe out on your own. That ain’t it a 'tall, is it, Son?” he asked empathatically.

“Naw, sir. I’m just a sophomore in high school. I got two more years to go. I can’t tell you why he’s doing this, sir. The less you know, the better it is for you. Trust me, sir,” Dwayne said.

"You telling me there's something you know I don't, Son?" Lamar asked.

"Yes, sir," Dwayne replied.

* * * * * * *
In the bunkhouse, Casey and Sidney continued to watch the spectacle of their handsome, beloved brother take bag after bag of enema solution. They could sometime make out a bit of the men’s conversation. Sidney speculated the Colonel had the volume control on the camera turned way down. Somehow, Sidney got the idea the Colonel didn’t care about the sound. Why wouldn’t he be interested in the sound? Perhaps he just wanted the picture. Why only the picture? ‘Humm’ what’s wrong with this picture?’ He mused to himself. Sidney experienced an epiphany. Suddenly, he focused, and everything came together like the final pieces of a jig-saw puzzle. It all made sense. There was no doubt in Sidney's mind.

End Chapter 14 ~ Texas Longhorns
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