TEXAS LONGHORNS
By Waddie
Greywolf
Chapter 22
I didn’t want to go to college; at least, not right away. Mr.
Wainright and Sticker told Dwayne and me they would pay for our
college educations if we wanted to go. It was nice of them, but
neither Dwayne nor I were interested in more school after high
school. Dwayne did eventually attend a local college and took ag
courses to help him learn to manage the ranch.
Dad and I continued to improve with our roping, and we were
beginning to make some good money. The last year before I turned
eighteen, we made more from our rodeo winnings than we did profit
on the ranch, and the ranch earnings were the highest dad ever
made in his history of owning the ranch. I wanted dad to take the
money and do with it as he needed, but he had other ideas. He
thought because of my talents and working hard to improve I should
get half the winnings. I took my half, socked it away in a savings
account and forgot about it.
Mr. Wainright learned from Logan I saved up a considerable amount
of money, and he asked if I wanted it to earn more money for me.
Of course I did; I told him ‘sure.’ He told me about a stock to
buy he was investing heavily in, and I should buy as many shares
as I could. I did and the next month the stock in the company
skyrocketed, split, and split again. Mr. Wainright made me a very
substantial profit on my investment. Money I could use to go to
college or whatever I wanted. Over the next several years, I took
portions of my money and reinvested in several other companies Mr.
Wainright suggested, and they did so well it was like hitting the
lottery. The profits from those investments made me a very wealthy
young man.
I couldn't keep any secrets from my brothers, and they knew how
much money I was making. Little Bit decided he would try his hand
and invested some of his money with me and we made another bundle.
Dwayne didn't want to be left out and joined us. We formed a loose
corporation. Our little brother decided I was to be president,
Dwayne V. P. and Logan became recording secretary. The money we
made together as a corporation made us wealthy men separate from
our personal holdings. By my twentieth birthday, I had my own
money, more money than I knew what to do with, to buy almost
anything I wanted. My needs weren’t that great. I had everything I
wanted. I was mostly happy and content, and the money kept pouring
in from stock dividends.
I set aside a percentage from each gain to reinvest and it became
like a snowball rolling downhill gathering mass. I never discussed
my finances with anyone outside our corporation. Neither did
I rush out and buy a lot of new things. I don’t think dad even
knew how much money I had or how much I was earning from stock
manipulations. I told him I made a few bucks on the several stocks
Sidney told me to buy, but I never quoted him a figure. I was
afraid if I did he’d either think I was lying, or he’d have a
heart attack. I asked if he wanted me to invest some of his money
for him, but he declined; however, Logan and I did talk him into
going in together to payoff the mortgage on the ranch.
I had enough money to really start speculating without dipping too
heavily into my original nest egg. Through the grapevine (my
little brother) we heard Sidney and Sticker were offering stock
holdings in the Lazy 8 ranch, up to one third ownership. They
wanted cash to expand, improve and modernize the ranch operations.
Logan showed me where to look on the Internet for the company’s
earnings and projected growth perspective. He thought I should buy
into the company. They were only offering a thousand shares, but
each share was pretty expensive. I had more than enough money so
Logan urged me to buy them all, and unknown to Sidney and Sticker,
I bought them. I had to dip into my nest egg a bit, but I still
had lots of money left over for my personal needs and to keep my
investment ball rolling.
My little brother thought it might be best if Sticker and Sidney
didn’t know who bought the shares. He also suggested I might
consider not telling my dad, because things have a way of getting
back. We had other reasons for not telling Sidney and Sticker.
Logan suggested we form a separate corporation, and buy the shares
under a new corporate name. We could seal the ownership and board
of directors from public scrutiny for three years. With Logan and
Dwayne's help we formed a second corporation and we gave it the
name, “Hensly Agrocon, Incorporated.” Why that name? Hensley
Agrocon contains all the letters of my name. I would've never
thought of it. Naturally, our little brother came up with the name
after running my name through an anagram generator on his
computer.
I was listed as owner and president, Dwayne Harding as vice
president, and Logan Wainright as recording secretary/treasurer.
Logan set me up with an on-line broker and the deal was done. My
little brother pointed out to me the advantage of owning all the
shares. It essentially made me a third owner but silent partner in
the company, and I would reap all the financial benefits as well.
I would pay my board an annual salary for doing little or nothing
but being my board members. It was a tax write off for me and
another financial boon for them. Sounded good to me to have
someone else I trusted using my money to make us more money. It
certainly beat three percent interest sitting in a savings
account. After my eighteenth birthday, I insisted I begin to pay
my own way with our living expenses. Dad knew I'd been just
socking my rodeo winnings away for sometime and begrudgingly but
gratefully accepted my assistance. It was jump change to what I
was making on other projects, but I never told him and my brothers
were as closed mouth about our private holdings as I was.
Dad and I were rodeoing and winning the big bucks in the larger
cash prize competitions. We roped and won in several Western
states except Texas. We never made it to the rodeos in New Mexico,
Phoenix, Prescott, or Tucson. They were too far for dad to travel.
Of course, dad wouldn’t set foot in Texas because of the
possibility of running into his dad. Actually, he didn’t know if
the old man was still alive or not. I thought about buying dad and
me a new pickup, but I dearly loved old Gertie Lou Gitty-up. Dad
and I took her to all the rodeos, and she pulled our two-horse
trailer. We’d load the cab-over camper, which, when we weren’t
using it, sat on four adjustable hydraulic post. We’d back Gertie
Lou underneath the camper, let off the hydraulic pressure on the
posts, attach our pony trailer and away we’d go. I’d been driving
her for about a year almost every day. Gertie and I had sort of an
unspoken communication. She had character and personality. She
loved me, and I loved her. I became attached to her and couldn’t
imagine selling her for a newer model. Cowboys are like that, they
love old boots, old friends, and old pickemup trucks.
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I didn’t want a big to-do about my eighteenth birthday. I agreed
to let my little brother and big brother plan it, and it was to be
held at the Wainright mansion; however, I stressed I wanted it to
be a quiet, family affair. Well, they had other ideas and everyone
was there. Sidney and Sticker spared no expense to make my
birthday one of the most memorable of my life. Dad was amazed but
pleased his friends went to such trouble for his boy.
“What do you want for you birthday, Son?” Dad asked me several
weeks before.
“You know what I want for my birthday,” I replied and smiled at
him.
“Other than that, Cowboy,” he countered with a grin, “You know
you’re gonna’ get that, anyway.”
“There really ain’t nothing I can think of dad. You know me, I
don’t have that many needs. I ain’t that interested in computers
like Logan. I’m doing good to e-mail somebody. I don’t want stereo
equipment or video stuff. We’re never home long enough for me to
enjoy anything like that. We’re either rodeoing, out taking care
of stock, or over to Dwayne’s helping him and his dad. A new
roping saddle for my pony might be nice. You know mine’s falling
apart. I love it and keep repairing it, but its seen better days.”
Dad got me a fine saddle for my new pony. It was a beauty and
handmade by a California leather craftsman. It was so much better
than my old one. For all the hoop-la and wonderful presents I
received from family and friends the thing I was most looking
forward to was my night with my dad. I made it no secret with my
brothers and immediate extended family members, I wanted my dad to
be my first. Everyone teased me mercilessly. It was all in good
fun, and I accepted it as such. Even Sheriff Bard had a few choice
comments. The one that really touched me and got to me the most,
was when the sheriff told me he was actually a little jealous of
me having my dad take me for my first time. He told me of his deep
love for my dad, how close they were in Vietnam, and how much he
missed that closeness with him. I thought for a minute the stoic
but painfully funny old cowboy was going to shed a tear or two,
but he didn’t. Dad and I were talking about the day on the way
back to the ranch. There was a break in our conversation for a few
minutes. It was like neither one of us wanted to say anything.
“It’s been a long day, Dad. If’n you’re tired this evening we
don’t have to do what we planned. We can do it another evening.
I’d be jes’ as happy suck’n my old man off tonight.”
“I ain’t that tired, Son. Actually, I’m looking forward to it.
Ain’t had me no good piece of ass of any kind in so long my old
dick’s probably forgot what to do with it,” he said and laughed.
“Somehow, I seriously doubt that,” I replied, “I hear’d tell it’s
sorta’ like riding a bicycle, it comes back to you real
quick-like.”
We got home, and I helped him with his shower. It took all my
strength of will to keep from sucking him off in the shower, but I
just kept looking at his fine cowboy cock and wondering what it
might feel like inside my ass. I toweled him dry and got him into
bed. I excused myself and returned to the bathroom. I learned from
my brother how important it is to keep myself clean. It was just
cleaner and more respectful to your partner. It made sense to me.
I’d been helping Dwayne once in a while, and I knew what I had to
do. When I was satisfied I was clean, I returned to the bedroom to
find my dad propped up with pillows reading a magazine. He set it
aside and welcomed me back with open arms. I crawled up on the
bed, enfolded my arms around him and gave him a kiss. It wasn’t a
passionate kiss, but it was a good one anyway. He held me for a
few minutes stealing a kiss or two.
“Happy birthday, Son, today you became a man. I knew one day this
day would happen, but the closer it got the more I prayed to the
good Lord to rewind the clock so’s you’d be my boy a while longer.
He didn’t pay me no never mind, and the day has finally arrived.
In one way I’m so fuck’n proud of you, but in another way, it
breaks my heart I’m losing my boy.”
“Awh, Dad, y’ain’t lose’n your boy. He’s alive and well. He’s
still living inside me. That part of me will always need my dad,
but you’re right, today I became a man. I promised you when I
first started bunk’n it in with you I wouldn’t have no anal sex
until I was eighteen, but I made you promise me, you’d be my
first. I kept my promise, I’m all clean, and I respectfully
request you keep your promise to me tonight. I noticed my old man
must be anticipating break’n in a new bronco he’s got his-self a
pretty stiff rod down there. I can’t remember ever seeing you
quite this hard before, Cowboy,” I kidded him as I grabbed me a
big ole handful of cowboy-dad cock.
“For four years I ain’t looked at your pretty little ass, so’s I
wouldn’t be tempted. Those four years were probably easier on you
than they were on me,” Dad said, “I figured tonight I could sneak
a peak and watched as you left the room a while ago. That damn
thing between my legs has a mind of its own. Its been that hard
since you left,” he said and laughed.
“C’moan, Old Man, let’s saddle up and rodeo. Cowboy up! I wanna’
feel my old man in my saddle. I wanna’ see if you’re as good as
ever’one says you is,” I said in cowboy lingo.
“Oh, yeah? Who’s been talk’n ‘bout me? Only one person I know I
been with, and Hell, that was in Nam. Ain’t been with no other man
but you since Nam. That flannel mouth sum’bitch, he never could
keep no secrets,” Dad grinned.
“Yeah, it was him, our beloved sheriff. He told me you used to
fuck him so hard, you made his eyeballs spin in opposite
directions; said you had one of the sweetest taste’n dicks he’s
ever had in his mouth. I had to agree with him on that one. Of
course, I ain’t tried me no others but my brothers, but yours is
still the sweetest, Dad. That old softhearted old man shed a
couple a’ tears talking about you. Told me he was jealous of me,
‘cause he knew what a good time I would have,” I said.
“We was both jes’ kids, scared out of our minds most of the time.
I don’t know why we didn’t go crazy; lotta’ men did. Thank God I
had Leland Bard for my buddy. We held on to each other so many
nights it jes’ seemed natural for us to share love with one
another. We didn’t have nothing else but each other, Son. It was
horrible. We lived on the edge of fear and looked death in the
face twenty-four hours a day. We didn’t know if we’d make it back
or not. I damn near didn’t. If’n it hadn’t a’ been for Lee I
wouldn’t a’ made it back. After they shot my legs off, I lost so
much blood try’n to crawl around on my stumps, they didn’t know if
I was gonna’ make it back to the hospital. We were wait’n for the
next batch of evac choppers, but they was take’n longer than they
usually did. They must’ve had so many wounded it took ‘em a while
to unload. I don’t know, we never found out why.
"Lee knew we had the same blood type and told the corpsman to
transfuse me. He wasn’t gonna’ do it. Lee pulled his bag out of
his hand and got out his transfusion hand-pump. The corpsman was
going after Lee to get his equipment back and Lee decked him. He
told him if he gave him anymore grief he’d kill ‘em, but he was
gonna’ make damn sure his buddy lived whether he did or not. He
told him if’n he didn’t do his job and I died, he’d find him and
kill him anyways. Lee already had the needle in his arm and was
pumping his blood through the pump. I guess the corpsman figured
Lee was serious and better help him.
"He made sure there weren’t no air bubbles and stuck the other
needle in my arm. They got no way of knowing how much blood they
take from the donor except approximately by the number of times
they pump the bulb. It must’ve worked, I came to and smiled at
Lee. I knew what he’d done without asking. I was down, completely
unconscious, and I found myself floating out of my body look’n
down at what was going on. I watched Lee do it. It was the
strangest damn thing. Leland Bard saved my life, Son. Anyway, I
still love him as much today as I did then.”
“Funny, he told me the same damn thing about you, Dad. He said he
missed the closeness with you. Said he ain’t never felt that way
about another person in his life. He told me he loves his wife,
but it’s different from what the two of you shared. He told me he
weren’t afraid to tell me he still loves you.”
“He’s right, I know he does. I can tell the way he looks at me
sometimes, and he knows me, too. He can tell. ‘At’s why I always
try to be there for him or do anything I can to help him if he
asks. I don’t have to, but I do it, ‘cause I still love him. That
kinda’ love won’t never desert you, Boy.”
Dad gave me his hand to help him up on his stumps. Once he got up
he could use them to move around the bed.
“Lie on your back, put your handsome cowboy head on them pillows,
pull a towel from the night stand, and grab that tube of lubricant
in the drawer there, Son,” he instructed. I did as he ordered and
handed him the two things. “Now, pull your knees up towards yore’
chest, boy, so’s yore’ pretty little hole is wink’n up at me,” he
said laughed. He laughed even more when I made it wink at him. “I
saw that!” he exclaimed and laughed. “You think it’s happy, ‘cause
it knows it’s gonna’ git some cowboy cock tonight?" he asked.
“I heard it jes’ a whistling when I cleaned it a while ago. I'd
say it’s pert-damn happy. It’s waited a good while for this, and
it wanted to make sure it was kissing fresh for my old man,” I
replied.
“Oh, it is, huh? I'll be the judge a' that. Put it up here a
little higher, Boy,” he ordered. I raised my ass as high as I
could until it was right in front of him. Dad surprised the Hell
out of me. He grabbed my legs, leaned in and started making love
to my hole. His big bushy mustache was tickling the space between
my balls and my hole. He was kissing it, and I thought I
would go up the side of the wall when he stuck his tongue in my
hole as deep as he could. He was really getting into eating my
ass. It was becoming too sensual too fast. I felt myself building
up to a climax.
“You better stop eat’n my ass, Old Man, or the party’s gonna’ be
over pert-damn quick!” I said to him.
He withdrew and smiled as he allowed my legs to lower to a more
normal position.
“You’re right, Boy, it is kissing sweet,” he allowed and grinned.
No one ever told me about this little fringe benefit. This was
something new to me, but I knew I liked it. It made me wonder what
his would taste like. Dad took the lubricant and began to apply it
to my hole. He worked some in with one finger and it really began
to feel good. He was looking down watching what he was doing, but
once in a while he looked up to gauge my reaction. After a couple
of minutes, I felt him insert two fingers. He was stretching my
hole and relaxing it to get it ready to take his engorged penis.
By the time he got around to putting three fingers into me it was
beginning to feel pretty damn good. I found myself trying to work
my ass to meet his fingers. He placed his other hand on my stomach
area to hold me still. “Save that for your old man, Boy,” he spoke
gently.
I ceased and let him work on my hole. He continued to put more and
more in me, working more lubricant in at the same time. His
relentless fucking and massaging my asshole was working. I felt
like I was taking more and more of his hand until he was getting a
goodly portion of it in me. Finally he stopped, I could see him
playing with his own cock and putting lubricant on it. I could
tell he had no intention of hurting his boy.
“You ready for some cowboy cock, Boy?” he asked.
“Hell, yes! Cowboy up! Let’s rodeo, Cowboy. Climb in my saddle and
ride yore’ pony,” I replied.
“I’ll take it kinda easy at first, Son, but it always hurts a
little the first time. After you git loosened up a bit it starts
to feel real good,” he reassured me.
He told me to raise my ass just a bit, and I felt the head of his
beautiful cowboy cock pressing firmly against my hole. He was
really at a better height than any other man would be on his
knees. Dad legs were cut off at his knees and his height made it
all the more perfect for fucking my ass. He leaned forward and I
felt the big head of his cock pop into my ass. He worked my ass so
good with his hand I was surprised there was little pain. I felt
him try a little more until it seemed natural for him just to sink
the rest to his pubes. He leaned over, started kissing, and making
love to me. He held his big dick in me, kissing me for sometime.
The passion of the moment took my mind off a foreign object being
shoved up my butt. My sphincter was relaxing until he was
beginning to feel at home in my ass. He tried a small test stroke
while still making love to me. He felt wonderful. I moaned deep in
my throat at the pleasure his penis was bringing me.
“Am I hurt’n you, boy?” he asked.
“Lord, no, Dad, that was a moan of pleasure. Gimme’ some more,
Cowboy, in fact, a lot more,” I urged him.
Dad began to fuck me slow and deep. Occasionally he would take it
out a little further then plunge it back into me a little harder.
He kept fucking me over and over again. Suddenly, something
happened. My asshole dilated and was fully comfortable with his
big cowboy cock inside me. He began to fuck me using longer
strokes slamming it back into me a little harder each time.
Finally he put it all the way in, held it, and made some more love
to me. We were kissing and he was gently fucking me at the same
time.
“I think yore’ ready for a good ride’n, Hoss,” he declared.
“Oh, Lord, Dad, this pony’s yours. Ride ‘em, Cowboy,” I said.
Dad didn’t need a second invitation and began to fuck me like he
wanted and needed. He kept slipping on the sheets of the bed with
his stumps. I locked my legs around him and pulled him tight into
my ass. I could feel him sink deeper into me. “Thanks, Son, that
helps,” he said.
I continued to hold him but gave him enough room to take a larger
stroke every now and then with his fine cock. Dad was leaning over
me fucking me with his arms around and under my waist gently
urging me on to his cock with every stroke. I began to work my ass
to give him the best possible ride I could. He found a steady
stroke what was comfortable for him. I was surprised he wasn’t
riding me harder and faster like my big brother described getting
fucked by the Colonel and then his dad. Unlike the Colonel, Dwayne
told us his dad, Rance, was not a man who would put his dick in
you then race for the finish line to get his rocks off as quickly
as possible. He was a man who genuinely enjoyed his fucking. He
took great pride and delight in fucking his boy’s ass for thirty
minutes to an hour or more, each time, until he was sure they were
both satisfied and ready to reach a climax.
Dwayne said his dad was the difference between night and day from
the Colonel. While he thought the Colonel was exciting, he told us
his dad won hands down in the fucking department. Dwayne told us
the Colonel would fuck him to get his rocks off as quickly
as possible and to Hell with his partner. If they got their rocks
off, fine, if they didn’t, they were shit out of luck. Dwayne said
after the Colonel got his rocks and pulled out of him, it always
left him feeling empty and hungry for more. He smiled, and told us
after his dad got through fucking him he felt filled, sated, and
content. Dwayne said after Rance fucked him he stayed fucked until
the next time his dad could take him. He told us even though they
might be separated for a while, Rance’s last fucking would carry
him through.
Rance told Dwayne, fucking his boy was like learning to ride a new
pony. You ride him until he begins to tell you things about
himself from the way his body responds to you. He’s getting used
to you being in his saddle and you’re learning about how he best
likes to be ridden for the best experience for both. After you’ve
ridden your pony for a good while, got the feel of him under you,
you’re both relaxed and sure of each other, only then should you
spur him in the flanks and get him to take you where you wanna’
go. So it was with my dad. He found a comfortable stroke and
proceeded to fuck me until I thought my brain would turn to mush.
I found out it was more exciting and made his fuck better for both
of us if I worked my ass in rhythm with his stroke, putting it up
for him for his maximum pleasure. It was certainly better than
lying back like a dead man. I could tell he responded favorably
from my efforts to work with him.
“Ah, yes, Boy, ‘at’s good. You’re learning to respond to your old
man. Put it up there for me, Son, ‘at’s right. ‘At’s good. Don’t
never made a man have to hunt for your hole, Boy. If he’s gonna’
favor you with his pride you give him the best you got to offer,”
he said.
Dad continued to fuck me. I could tell this was going to take a
while. I relaxed and kept serving it up for his pleasure. It
suddenly came to me, that’s what fucking should be about, giving
and taking. He’s giving me what I need, and he’s taking from me
what he needs. The more I give to him the more I receive from him.
I knew I wanted more of his hot, cowboy fucking and I was willing
to work to get it. I renewed my efforts to work with him and felt
him fuck me all the more intently. I discovered my dad was much
like Dwayne’s dad. He loved his fucking. If you gave your ass up
to him you may as well pack a lunch, because it wasn't going to be
a short trip. He knew he was a damn good fucker and took great
pride in being able to bring someone else pleasure with his raging
cock. He figured if he was going to grant them a little pleasure,
a lot more would be better, and he was right.
He paused for a minute. “When you asked your old man to take you
for your first time did ju’ think this old cowboy was jes’ gonna’
get in yore' saddle and only ride until the eight second buzzer
sounded, just long enough to win his prize?” he asked.
“I didn’t know what to expect, sir. I talked with Dwayne some, but
I imagine every man is different in his fucking philosophy and
stamina,” I replied.
“You’re right, Son, but you got an old cowboy in your saddle what
likes to take his pony for a good long ride after he gits him
broken in real good. You’re jes’ now learning to take to the
saddle. You’ll make a fine pony for your old man to ride, so when
you gets a hanker’n for some more of my cowboy cock up yore’ butt,
just remember, you’re gonna’ get rode long, deep, and hard.”
“Somehow, Cowboy, I don’t think that’s gonna’ be a problem,” I
smiled to myself and settled in for some more good buckaroo
fucking.
After a while I could feel my old man had his fill and was going
to ride us to the barn. He started speeding up his stroke and
taking longer, deeper strokes into my ass. I tried to keep up with
him as best I could. Each time I made a conscious effort to meet
one of his thrust I could feel him respond in kind until he found
the right speed and stroke to make it happen for both of us. I
never thought I’d be able to come with just my dad fucking me and
not manipulating myself. Boy, was I pleasantly surprised. I guess
dad hit my prostate gland and continued assaulting it with his
rock hard penis until I could feel a climax building in me.
“Ah, Son! Ah, Casey, my Boy! ‘At’s some good fuck’n right there!
Uumm, some fine fuck’n, Boy! Feel it? Feel it? Right there! Yeah,
Boy, ‘at’s the good stuff. Feed your ass to your old man's cock,
Boy! ‘At’s it! Work with your old man. You’re doing fine, Boy.
‘At’s it! Gimme’ more of that. Ahhhh, damn, ‘at be some good
fuck’n right there, Boy. I’m gonna’ empty my load in yore’ sweet
little ass, Son. Put it up there for you old man and welcome him
into yore’ ass, Boy. Work with me. Show me with yore’ little ass
how much you want this cowboy ride’n you to empty his balls in
yore’ ass. ‘At’s it! ‘At’s it! Ahhrrrgg, – ahh, damn, feel that,
Boy? Yeah, ‘at’s your old man shoot’n his hot, cowboy cream up
yore’ butt, filling yore’ hot little ass with the seed what made
you,” he groaned.
I shot my load all over me and him. I felt his dick get harder and
somehow it began to feel bigger until it was like he was fucking
me with a damn telephone pole. The sensation of his relentless
fucking of my ass and hitting my prostate flipped my come switch
to the ‘on’ position and I shot several times. I felt my asshole
try to bite his cock off when I came. He felt it and responded to
it by shooting his cowboy cream into me. We lay together for a
while with him still inside me. We were making a little love and
telling each other how good we were for one another.
“Y’ain’t no virgin no more, Son,” he said quietly taking another
long stroke into my ass.
“I can’t gainsay that, Dad. Damn, that was a good fuck’n for my
first one. I’m so glad I held out for the best, Old Man. I don’t
know how other men fuck, but yore’ brand of cowboy fuck’n is jes’
fine by me, Pod’na,” I complimented him.
“Think you gonna’ like get’n fucked, Boy?” he asked.
“As long as it’s you or a considerate man like yourself, ‘yes,’ I
think I’m gonna’ like it jes’ fine, sir,” I said. He took another
long, slow stroke into my ass. Damn, he felt good inside me. I was
a bit sad it was over, and yet, I felt filled, sated, and content.
I was filled with cowboy cream, and my dad’s love. It don’t get
much better than that. “Thank you, Dad, for living up to your end
of our bargain and taking me for my first time. I wouldn’t a’
wanted nobody else but you. Thank you, Old Man, for that damn good
fuck’n. You fucked your boy like a seasoned rodeo rider. Damn, it
felt good,” I said.
“Well, Son, it was jes’ as good for me. I worried a little about
taking you for your first time, because it can be the one by which
you judge all the other fucks in your life. I talked with several
men about it who love us. They told me they thought it would be
better for you to judge all others who fuck you by a good fuck’n
from a man who truly loves you than one who simply took you for
what he needed and left you to fend for yourself. It made sense to
me. I also wondered if I’d have any guilt feelings about it, but
you and I have such a free’n easy relationship, I decided I
weren't gonna' let religious inspired thoughts of guilt ruin my
boy’s first time,” he said.
“Gimme’ another one of them long, slow strokes with that fine
cowboy cock of yours, Dad. Ah, oh, damn that’s fine, Old Man. I’m
glad I waited,” I said.
“Here’s another, for good measure, Boy. Damn, that do feel good.”
“I love you, Old Man.”
“God, Casey, I couldn’t love you more.”
* * * * * * *
I got the birthday present I really wanted, my dad’s cowboy cock
and his fine buckaroo cream emptied into my ass. It only seemed to
solidify our relationship, and while I maintained a great respect
for my old man, I felt even more comfortable and open with him.
After about a year, Dwayne and I talked and decided we wanted to
try each others old man. We presented it to them at breakfast one
morning in a very logical manner. I told dad and Rance, I thought
Rance was one of the hottest, mature cowboys I ever met, and I
would be honored and proud to catch for him one evening.
Dwayne went a little further and told my dad he’d been in love
with him since the third grade when Sadie started bringing Dwayne
over to play with me for a weekend. He told dad that’s why he
could never talk to him much because he was afraid dad would
figure out he was queer for him. He thanked my dad for being there
for him when he most needed him. Dwayne told him he was much like
Frank and Curly was for him. Since he couldn’t be with his dad my
dad became his make believe dad until he really began to think
about my dad as his dad. He almost had dad and Rance in tears.
Unknown to most folks, as hard as they may look on the outside,
most cowboys have a soft spot inside when it comes to sincerity
and the ones they love. We were pleasantly surprised when the two
old cowboys told us they talked about it and decided it might be a
good idea. Dad fucked me for about a year before we swapped dads
for an evening. When we finally did and I undressed in front of
Rance he broke into tears and sobbed in my arms. I wondered what
I’d done or said to make a man of his strong reserve break down.
“I took one look at you, Son, but I didn’t see you. I saw my
cousin, Vince’s younger brother, Seth Quee standing before me. It
rocked me on my boot heels, Boy. I’m sorry, Son, a wave of sorrow
and a deep feeling of loss suddenly come over me when I looked at
you. There was no sweeter cowboy ever walk this Earth than your
Uncle Seth. I wish’t you and Dwayne could a’ know’d him. You would
‘a loved him. He had more love in him than any man or boy I ever
met, and yet, he had a twinkle in his eye what would get his big
brother into trouble with their old man.
"Vince wouldn’t let his old man punish Seth Quee for anything.
He’d tell his dad it was him what done it, and he’d take the
lick’n. Seth Quee adored his big brother, and it probably hurt him
more to know Vince was take’n the lick’n he should a’ been get’n
than take’n the lick’n himself. After a while, Seth cleaned up his
act and became a good boy, but once in a while an impish look
would come across his face and me and Vince jes’ knew, Vince was
in for another lick’n from his old man. Afterwards, Seth Quee
would cry and cry for his brother and ask his forgiveness over and
over again.
Vince told me sometimes he looks at you and sees his little
brother looking back at him through your eyes, and it shakes him
to his foundation. When he told me, I jes’ thought it was his
imagination play’n tricks on him until I seen you a minute ago.
Lord a-mighty, now I know what he’s talk’n about. C’moan, Son, I
used to fuck yore’ Uncle Seth until the cows would literally come
home. He couldn’t get enough of my cowboy meat slammed in his
backdoor. Let’s saddle you up real good and take us a long, slow
ride. If you’re half the ride yore’ Uncle Seth was, you’re gonna’
be one Hell of a fuck,” he said.
Afterward, my cousin Rance, told me I fucked just as fine or
better than my uncle. I know I enjoyed the old seasoned cowboy
fucking me and Dwayne and I chose to swap dads every once in a
while when we could talk them into it. We thought it gave each of
them a little treat. Dad told me later he really enjoyed fucking
Dwayne, and Dwayne told me my dad surpassed all his childhood
fantasies. He really enjoyed the times he spent with my dad.
* * * * * * *
Logan’s birthday came around and of course big Sidney and Sticker
spared no expense for his celebration. It was one of the best
parties I ever attended. Dad, Dwayne, Rance and I were stumped
what to get him for a gift. Even though our invitation stated no
gift necessary, we still wanted to get him something. What do you
get a man who has everything? You get him something he or his
family would never think to buy for him. We went together and
bought him a Western saddle from the same maker who made mine. I
think of all his nice gifts our gift meant the most to him. He was
stunned but very pleased. Even though Sticker and his dad came
from cowboy backgrounds and sill believed deeply in the cowboy
way, it never occurred to them, their boy, as smart as he was,
might enjoy some of the things they did.
Dwayne and I already taught Logan to ride Western, and he sat a
pretty good horse. His saddle didn’t sit in a corner and gather
dust. He talked his dad and Sticker into letting him buy his own
pony and train it. He decided on a wild blue roan mustang
stallion. Everyone told him not to, but Logan had something going
for him other people don’t. Dwayne and I saw him looking at the
big horse, but Logan’s eyes weren’t looking at him. He was in the
pony’s head talking to him. To everyone’s amazement the wild horse
snorted a couple of time, pawed the Earth like he was trying to
stop himself, then resigned himself to walking right up to Logan
and putting his head down for him to pet. Logan had a carrot in
his jacket pocket he gave him for a treat. No one had any further
fear of the stallion for Logan. They immediately bonded and that
damn pony would do anything for our little brother.
* * * * * * *
Logan didn’t get his cherry popped on his eighteenth birthday.
Like me with my dad, he reached an agreement with big Sidney not
to have anal sex until he was eighteen. His dad and Sticker asked
if he had someone special in mind. He told them he didn't want to
say, but he'd decided to wait a while longer. Either Dwayne or I
was willing to take him for his first time if he wanted us. He
didn’t. He thanked us sincerely, but he graciously declined our
offers. He explained it was like his first experience with Dwayne
and me. He knew what he wanted, and he was willing to wait for it.
He was perfectly happy playing hide the little green snake with us
once in a while. As a matter of fact, he didn’t get his cherry
popped until he was a little past nineteen, when he very humbly
and most sincerely asked the man he wanted to take him for his
first time.
One afternoon, several months after our eighteenth birthday, the
three of us were playing hide the little green snake and our
little brother asked if I’d mind if he went to my dad to asked him
if he could suck him off. I remember dad telling Logan a couple of
years ago he’d have sex with him if his dad agreed. I told him to
go for it, but not to get his feelings hurt if my old man turned
him down. If he did, it was probably because he just wasn’t in the
mood, or he had a lot of other things on his mind. Logan left
Dwayne and me alone to play with each other. He found my dad
sitting in his favorite overstuffed wing-back chair in our room
reading a novel, ‘Lonesome Dove.’ Dad saw him come into the room
and motioned for him to sit on the bed opposite him. Dad set his
book aside to give our little brother his full attention.
“What can I do for you this afternoon, Son?” he asked.
“Mr. Longhorn, I talked with Casey and he said it would be all
right with him if I came and talked with you for a minute, sir.”
“That’s fine, Son. Glad ju’ did. You know I told ju’ since your
eighteenth birthday you could call me Vince? What’s on your mind,
Boy?" he asked.
“Please, forgive me, Mr. Longhorn, but, for personal reasons I
don’t think I could ever call you by your first name, sir. I
wanted to ask you if you’d give me the honor of letting me suck
you off, sir. You told me one time a while ago if I got my daddy’s
permission you’d let me. My daddy asks me ever’ now and then if I
got up the nerve to ask you. He told me when I thought I was ready
I would come to you and ask. I think I’m ready, Mr. Longhorn. I’ve
had lots of practice with my brothers,” Logan said.
Dad smiled at him. “Son, I c'ain’t think of anything I’d enjoy
more right at this moment. I could shore’ use a fine blow job this
afternoon. See that red bandanna hanging on that nail over there?
Go get it, tie it to the doorknob on the outside of the door,
close it, then set the night latch,” he told our little brother.
Logan rushed to do as dad told him. My dad set his book aside,
stood up, undid his big rodeo belt buckle, undid his Wrangles,
shoved them down to his boot tops, and set back down in his
comfortable chair. Logan returned to stand in front of him to gaze
on the cowboy he fell in love with a couple of years ago. Here was
his idol with his cock in full view. It was the first time our
little brother saw my dad’s artificial legs. He prepared himself
not to be shocked or show any emotion, but when he looked at my
old man he almost came in his pants.
My dad’s legs were cut off slightly below the knee. His artificial
legs were attached to his stumps. Dad got an idea to have a couple
of legs built with a pair of specially made high-top buckaroo
boots that came up almost to his knees. The handsome boots hid his
artificial leg and could be pulled on over the leather seats his
legs attached to. When you saw him without his pants, at first
you’d just think he had on a pair of expensive boots that flared
slightly because he might have large calves.
“Wow!” Logan uttered in awe of his hero.
Dad smiled, put out his right hand, Logan took it and dad
pulled him toward him. “C'moan, Son, don’t be shy. Get down on
yore' knees, and git chore’self a big ole taste of cowboy cock. I
don’t know’s I have to tell you what to do, you been messing
around with them two yahoos long enough. Help yore’self and make
it a good’un for both of us. Chow down, Boy,” Dad encouraged Logan
and smiled at him.
“Thank you, Mr. Longhorn, this is a real treat for me, sir,” he
replied.
“Let’s see what chu’ got, Boy,” my dad challenged him.
Dad told me later our little brother attacked his cock like a
starving beggar late for a feast. He said he was enjoying it so
much he made Logan hold back two or three times before he let him
have his come. When he did, he said Logan sucked it down like it
was the finest thing he’d ever tasted. Logan told me later, it was
the finest thing he’d ever tasted; it was the finest thing he’d
ever had in his mouth. Thus began a regular thing between my dad
and our little brother. Logan wouldn’t push it, but if he decided
he couldn’t do without my dad’s cowboy cream a minute longer he
would ask my permission. I never told him no. He’d go off and get
his prize. Weeks would go by and he’d be perfectly satisfied with
us. Then, Dwayne and I could tell when he was beginning to need my
dad again.
Once in a while, dad would walk through a room look at us and
speak to Logan, “Son, ain’t chu’ jes’ a little over due for some
cowboy cream?” he'd grin as he asked Logan.
“I believe I am, sir. I know I’d shore’ ‘nuff appreciate some, Mr.
Longhorn,” he would reply.
“Well, git chore’ ass on up to my bedroom, put that red bandanna
on the doorknob, and I’ll be right along,” Dad would tell him,
smile, and wink at us.
Logan would jump up like he was shot out of a gun, and head for
the stairs. Dad would go up and get his cock sucked. He loved our
little brother as much as he loved us. After the first afternoon
our little brother sucked dad off, Logan drove home and entered
his home. He yelled out he was home and he heard his dad holler at
him they were in the kitchen. Logan walked into the kitchen to
greet his dad and Sticker. They took one look at him, looked at
each other, and fell out laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Logan asked.
“Got chore’self a big ole taste of mature cowboy cock today,
didn’t chu, Boy?" his dad asked. Logan didn’t have to answer his
dad. His face told them all they needed to know. His embarrassment
only made them laugh harder.
Sticker held out his arms to Logan and he moved into a big embrace
from his wrangler. Sticker kissed him on the forehead. “We know'd
you been want’n a taste of that cowboy for a good while and we’re
happy for you. You couldn’t a’ picked no better man to share
yourself with,” Sticker told him.
“We's wonder’n – jes’ curious mind you – is Vince Longhorn the man
you’s hold’n out for to pop yore’ cherry, Son?” his dad asked him.
Once again Logan didn’t have to answer his question. He could read
minds, but he couldn’t control his natural animal responses. He
blushed beet red. The two men laughed again. “Look, we’s jes’
kidding you, Son, we suspected for sometime that’s who you’s
holding out for. All I can tell you is, you’ll be glad you did. I
guarantee you, it’ll be worth the wait. It’ll be jes’ like today,
when you built up enough nerve and finally decided the time was
right to ask Vince Longhorn if’n he’d let you suck him off. When
you’re ready, you’ll ask him to pop your cherry. Once again, I’ll
say it, you couldn’t a’ picked no finer man to take you for your
first time. I know Vince Longhorn well, and I know if’n you asked
him right nice and proper-like he’d be happy to take care of you,"
Sidney said.
Logan moved to his dad’s arms, gave him a hug and a kiss. “I love
and admire him so much, Dad. Sometimes I’m afraid, ‘cause I don’t
want Casey pissed off at me for loving his dad.”
“Well, that’s jes’ plumb silly, Boy. Casey ain’t possessive of his
dad for a minute. Besides, there’s room in both them cowboy’s
hearts for you. Look what your brothers done for you. Look what
chu’ done for them. I don’t know how many times Vince Longhorn’s
told me and Sticker how much he loves you. He’s stop saying it in
front of you, ‘cause he don’t want you to think he’s out to make
you. He ain’t that kinda’ man, Son. He’ll sit back and wait for
you to come to him. Take it from us, Vince Longhorn thinks the
world of you. Hell, he’s already given you a free ticket to ride
by letting you suck ‘em off,” Sidney told him and Sticker nodded
his head in agreement.
* * * * * * *
It was a week past our nineteenth birthdays when Rance came home
for a another visit. He told Dwayne and me, he was down a couple
of hands, and he needed another two good hands to help with
rounding up and transferring some new rodeo stock for the company.
We’d be out in the hinterlands on a huge ranch in Montana cowboy’n
for several weeks, and would we be interested in helping out until
he could get another couple of hands? He said he would pay us
handsomely because he needed us like yesterday. For the last
several years I never left my dad by himself for more than one
night at a time. A couple of times I left him for two nights, but
I’d get Spencer Winchester to sub for me and give him a hand. He
could do without a shower for one night, but he didn’t like to go
longer than one night before cleaning himself. God knows, I begged
him many times to go several days without a shower, but he just
laughed at me and shook his head.
Our little brother was there listening to Rance discuss it over
dinner with Dwayne and me. Dwayne told his dad he’d love to do it.
I started to tell him the same, but I thought about dad. He saw me
look at him. I caught myself before I said anything. I just looked
down at my plate and continued eating. He knew I wouldn’t say a
thing. He knew I wouldn’t consider going. “How many days will they
be gone, Brother?” Dad asked Rance.
“C'ain’t rightly say, Vince. I’m guess’n two to three weeks maybe
more,” Rance replied.
Dad looked at Logan. I knew immediately what was going through his
head and couldn’t have approved more. He spoke to our little
brother. “Son, you think yore’ daddy and head wrangler would let
chu’ come over here and stay with this old man for a while? It
would mean sleeping with me to give me a hand in case the house
caught on fire, or in another bedroom if’n you don’t wanna’ bunk
it in with me. I need somebody to assist me with my legs and in
the shower,” Dad said.
Dwayne, Rance, and I laughed at our little brother. He damn near
fell off his chair. “My daddy don’t have to give me permission,
Mr. Longhorn. When I turned eighteen he sat me down and told me I
was old enough to make some decisions for myself. He told me he
would trust me to make the right ones. I know in my heart, without
a doubt, this one would qualify in his mind as a right decision.
Of course, you know I’d be honored to stay with you, sir,” Logan
replied.
Dad looked directly at me, “Then, there ain't no problem, Son. You
can go, thanks to your little brother,” Dad said and smiled at me.
Dwayne and I yelled and went to our little brother, hugged and
kissed him to thank him. Logan told us later he was the one who
should be thanking us. We laughed with him. As it turned out we
were gone for a little over five weeks. Dwayne and I loved it. We
had a chance to live and work as real working cowboys. It might
not have been so romantic if we didn’t have other lives to go back
to, but we were living a dream for five weeks and wallowing in our
good fortune. Rance didn’t lie to us, he paid us handsomely and
gave us a bonus at the end of the job. He told Dwayne and me the
ramrod of the ranch liked our work enough he said he would hire us
on permanently if we were interested. We gave it serious thought,
but we had too many other obligations. Our little brother stayed
with my dad the whole time. Dwayne and I laughed when we returned,
we didn’t think Logan was going to give Dad back to me. He finally
got the cowboy he loved to take him for his first time and every
night after that.
Dad said he let Logan suck him off the first night. He offered to
reciprocate, but Logan told him ‘no.’ He didn’t want my dad
sucking him off. He explained to dad it wasn’t because he didn’t
think he’d enjoy it, it was because of his love, admiration, and
respect for my dad. He wanted it to be only one way with him. He
just wanted to do it for my dad and not expect anything in return
but his love. The next night they were lying in bed and Logan
asked if he would like for him to relieve him?
“No, not tonight, Son. I appreciate the offer and love you for
asking, though,” he replied.
“‘S’all right, Mr. Longhorn.”
“Son, I asked yore’ brothers why you ain’t asked somebody to take
yore' cherry. Them two’s loyal to you like they’s joined with you
at the hip,” Dad said, “I asked yore’ daddy and head wrangle, and
they told me you were holding out for a special man. They wouldn’t
tell me nothing else. They said they didn’t know; said y’ain’t
never told ‘em. Is it me you’s hold’n out for, Boy?” he asked.
“Yes, sir, Mr. Longhorn, but it’s okay if’n you don’t want to,
sir, I’ll understand,” Logan replied.
“Woah, Hoss! Easy there, simmer down. Don’t be setting yourself up
for no disappointment, Son. If’n you want something from a man, I
know you know how to ask him for it, jes’ like you come to me’n
asked me one time to suck my dick. A man’s much less likely to
turn you down, if’n you ask him right out,” he said.
“You’re right, sir. Mr. Longhorn, would you please consider taking
me for my first time? It would be a great honor and privilege for
me if you would, sir. I want my first time to be with a man I love
and respect, Mr. Longhorn, and outside of my dad and Mr. Wiggins,
there ain’t no man I love and respect more’n you, sir. I didn’t
know if I’d ever get a chance to ask you, but I was gonna’ hold
out as long as I could on a slim chance you might,” Logan said.
“Why didn’t chu’ ask me before now, Son?” Vince asked.
“I didn’t wanna’ push it on you, sir, and I was worried about
Casey feeling bad if I asked you. I wouldn’t do nothing to hurt my
brother,” he said.
“He knows that, Son. He was the one what suggested I have a talk
with you about it. We have his full blessing. I’d be the one who’d
be proud and honored to take you for your first time, Logan. Ain’t
never been asked to fuck a man with such respect and
consideration. You wanna’ git in there to the bathroom and clean
yore’self?” Vince asked.
“Naw, sir, don’t need to. I already done it, Mr. Longhorn, on the
slim chance I might git up enough nerve to ask you or you said
something to me like you done.”
“Slip them boxers off, Son, and git over here into this old
cowboy’s arms,” Vince ordered him.
Little Bit lost no time shucking his boxers and getting into my
dad’s arms. Dad told our little brother he slept nude and had no
problems with Logan sleeping in the raw with him. Logan politely
declined. He patiently explained to dad he had his reasons, and it
had nothing to do with modesty. Dad took our little brother in his
arms and started making love to him. He finally moved his hand
down to his firm little butt to play with it and tease his hole.
His hand felt something hard and flat. He knew immediately what it
was.
“Is yore’ butt plugged, Son?” he asked.
“Yes, sir, Mr. Longhorn, I put it there. My big brother taught me
how. It’s not the big plug. It’s the smaller one Lamar put into
Dwayne’s butt on the bathroom video.”
“Still, it’s plenty damn big. How a' my gonna’ fuck you if’n yore’
ass is plugged?” Dad asked joking with our little brother.
“You pop it out jes’ before you’re ready to fuck me, sir, and you
don’t have to worry none about stretching me or nothing. You can
jes’ start in to fuck’n me, sir,” Logan explained.
“I see,” Dad said musing for a moment, “Sounds like a pert-damn
good idea to me. Let’s see how it works,” he said.
Dad got a towel from the night stand and his tube of lubricant. He
got up in front of Logan on his stumps and positioned himself. He
told Logan to hold his legs and raise his ass up a little higher
to make it easier for him. Logan did as he asked. Dad heard me
talk about taking Lamar’s huge plug out of him. He knew what to do
and popped it out of our little brother’s ass. He set it aside,
positioned his cock, and gently but firmly sunk it into him to the
base. Logan let out a moan like it was the best feeling of his
life.
He visited his brother’s mind while Dwayne was getting fucked by
the Colonel, but it was nothing like this. Logan had the cowboy
cock of his dreams soaking deep within his ass. Dad told me later,
Logan was right, he started fucking him right away with no
discomfort to him whatsoever. I got the feeling my old man was
hinting he’d might like me to try wearing the plug. I’d have to
check with my brothers on that. Dad fucked Logan almost every
night they were together, and Little Bit couldn’t get enough of my
dad’s fine cowboy cock up his ass. He would go to bed wearing his
boxers, but my dad would chastise him and make him take them off.
“Git’ them damn shorts off’n you, Boy, and be quick about it!” he
sternly ordered our little brother, “You sleep naked with me for
the rest of the time you’re here, understand? What if your old man
decides he wants to stick his dick up yore’ little ass to tear
his'self off another fine piece during the night or simply to warm
up his old cock for a while? I don’t wanna’ hav’ta’ worry none
‘bout no damn boxer shorts,” Dad told him.
“Yes, sir, Mr. Longhorn. I understand, sir,” Logan replied. Logan
didn’t hesitate for a minute. He knew my dad was serious and
shucked his shorts pretty damn quick.
“I know you got ‘tat damn plug in yore’ butt. It don’t make me no
never mind. It’s fine with me. You don’t have to hide it. I kind
a’ like seeing you wear it. It sure as Hell beats having to work
so long to loosen up somebody’s tight ass when a man's rare'n to
go. If’n you choose to wear it, wear it with pride, boy. Don't
hide it. Be proud of it. I’m flattered and pleased you think
enough of this old man to wear it for me. You deserved to take a
little pride in yourself. I’m sure as Hell proud of you,” Dad told
him.
Dad told me Logan started glowing like a light bulb. Logan told
Dwayne and me, confidentially, my dad fucked him so damn good he
thought if he should die in his sleep he wouldn’t ask to go to
heaven, he already had a taste of it here on Earth. He told us he
was so glad he waited. Mr. Longhorn was worth the wait. Our little
brother was a changed man when we returned. It was important to
him my dad be his first. My dad knew it and helped him step across
the threshold of his youth into manhood. Once again his dad and
wrangler knew the minute he walked in the door he got his ticket
punched, and punched good. There was a maturity and sense of
purpose about him in the way their young man walked and spoke, and
his face was still glowing. Nothing bothered him.
Logan subbed for me taking care of my old man many times after
that. He never passed up a chance to stay with my dad. He didn’t
fall in love with dad as a lover might. He didn’t see my dad that
way. Logan was so impressed by the way dad handled Brad Dunbar the
day he got into my dad’s face, he fell in love with dad, right
then and there. He considered him like a second dad from the first
time he announced to all of us he loved my dad. He respected and
revered my dad as a role model, a mentor, or a surrogate
alpha-male father figure he could look up to and emulate, much
like the way his dad thought about and loved Frank Mayhew. Sidney
Senior couldn’t have agreed more. If his boy needed to pick a man,
a role model to love and emulate, Sidney Wainright was damn glad
it was Vince Longhorn.
End Chapter 22 ~ Texas Longhorns
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